#if that’s what it’s based off of then I am an idiot 😅

[agendabymooner]

𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲 !!! 𝐥𝐧𝟒 — 𝐭𝐰𝐨

☼ LANDO NORRIS RETWEETED

chapter summary: lando norris is beginning to show his true colours after honey-sue announced her third album release and her participation in a special event occurring in three months — maybe he’s just excited to see her during the monaco gp?

OR f1 fans are noticing that his twitter timeline is being taken over by posts about the famous british youtuber/musician.

content warning: use of explicit language, ofc’s discography is based on lana del rey’s albums and songs, insta + twitter posts, mentions of cigarette + alcohol consumption, mentions anxiety, short jokes, “liked by pierre gasly”

a - n masterlist

o - z masterlist

tagged sidemen

liked by landonorris, maxfewtrell, pierregasly

chrismd oh geez can’t wait to share lockers with you i guess 🤥

suemehoney god forbid i’d actually see some kneecaps on you, dixon 😳

user1 stop violating him oh my god 🫣😩

stephentries_ finally 🙃 the better lewis playing for the match liked by suemehoney

zerkaa one of the boooooyz 😩💪 liked by suemehoney

bambinobecky my favourite pick me 😭🫡 liked by suemehoney

suemehoney actually give me a kiss plz 🥵

user2 “liked by landonorris” 💀

user3 honey is officially a victim of “liked by pierregasly” 😭😭😭🫡

user4 what’re these f1 people doing in honey’s insta??? 😳

user5 didn’t mean to invade y’all— but we couldn’t contain lando and pierre in the horny jail so we had to check out what’s the fuss ourselves

user4 understood

liked by landonorris, pierregasly, miniminter

user1 OKAY SERVE SIS SERVE

user2 i’ll kiss you in the mouth if you do the spoon necklace again 😩

ksi 😭😭 liked by suemehoney

wroetoshaw i’ll be the first to cry when it first come out liked by suemehoney

r0sielewis 🥵 liked by suemehoney

niko they better play this at my funeral liked by suemehoney

suemehoney i’ll even dj it for you neeko 😚🤭

user3 yo these f1 drivers are wiiiiild 😭

user4 “liked by landonorris” 💀

user5 “liked by pierregasly” 😅 can’t believe this shit

user6 can’t even have shit in this economy

HONEY HONEY

william ya shit! who is this man??? he goes on to say that this lunch is important but he isn’t here??? tf am i doing here? i could be doing something else!

WILLIAM²

honey calm down m8 😅 lando said he’ll be here in five minutes that’s what max said at least why don’t you grab some alcohol

HAROLDINHO

and get her pissed in monaco at 1 in the afternoon? are you insane? do you want to die?

WILLIAM²

allow it? it’s her vacation harold— let her drink if she wants to drink

HONEY HONEY

i took my anxiety meds this morning you fuckin numpty 😭 if i drink now it’ll be nothing but a trip to the hospital for me

WILLIAM²

right. shit sorry. maybe take some breather? filly’s more than willing to walk around with you before we order. i’ll talk to max about lando 🙏 the idiot isn’t always this late so this is unusual

HONEY HONEY

you better 😐 i should’ve brought cigarettes

HAROLDINHO

shut your mouth. if i see a single stick i’m shoving it down your throat.

HONEY HONEY

oh fuck off. you’ve had worse than nicotine. bitch.

MAX 😚

m8 🤠 the more time you spend in front of a mirror the more time you lose with your lover girl

LANDO 🥵

fuck off im nervous

MAX 😚

lad 😭 she’s not going to bite you. she doesn’t even want to talk to people what makes you think she’d want to deliberately talk to you?

LANDO 🥵

that’s even worse 😭😭 i’m omw. seriously. i just need to make sure i look decent enough 🙄

MAX 😚

you might have to do some explaining to w2s about you retweeting posts about his sister though 😅 the whole “lando norris retweeted” spiel is becoming a trend and uh it’s not a good look for you

LANDO 🥵

MAX FOR FUCKS SAKE!

#sidemen fic #formula one fic #formula one imagine #formula one x oc #formula one fanfiction #f1 imagine #f1 fic #formula one smau #f1 fanfic #f1 smau #f1 fluff #lando norris smau #lando norris x oc #lando norris imagine #lando norris fluff #lando norris ig au #lando norris social media au #lando norris fanfic #lando norris fic #lando norris instagram au #ln4 imagine #lando norris insta au #sidemen au #sidemen imagine #lando norris au #🍯 honey honey! ln4 smau

[player1064]

pretty sure i’m just gonna keep spamming you with drabbles asks now 😅 based off that double date w/ jill and shelly any chance for carraville double dating w/ posh and becks, like slightly awkward becks trying to be supportive and posh and carra in the corner laughing it up lol

oh my god I have Got to stop writing drabbles that are like a thousand words long like honestly at what point do they stop being drabbles!!! Anyway! Enjoyed this one a lot (have enjoyed all of them a lot, I LOVE writing these two idiots being idiots about each other)

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Most of the time, Gary can’t even keep track of what continent David is on, never mind what city he’s in, so it’s a pleasant surprise when he gets to Salford one day to find him sat in the VIP suite, chatting to Nicky.

It’s rare for David to come all the way up to Manchester, rarer still that he has time to check in and watch a game at the lesser of the two football clubs he owns, so thank fucking Christ they actually win this one, else that would’ve been embarrassing.

Not embarrassing for Gary, of course, because he’s got nothing to do with any of it.

When the full time whistle blows, David turns to Gary with a smile and asks “Dinner? Victoria wanted to meet me at some place in town,” and Gary had already had plans but again: seeing David is rare, of course he says yes.

They end up in some posh restaurant that Gary’s not got around to trying yet, mainly because you have to book a few months in advance and he can barely keep track of what he’s meant to be doing on a day to day basis. David doesn’t seem to have a booking, but he walks in and gives the hostess a smile, and after that the best table in the house miraculously frees up.

Victoria sweeps in a moment later, dipping down to give Gary a kiss on the cheek in greeting (which definitely does not make him blush, thank you very much), before taking her seat next to David.

“Sorry to make you wait, babe,” she says to David, “had to drop my things at the hotel and then traffic was a nightmare. How was the game, did your guys win?”

“’Course they did, they’re good lads. We’ve not ordered drinks yet, so do you –”

“Oh, yeah, I’ll just have a –” she’d been rummaging in her bag for something, but she looks up for a second and pauses, frowning at the other side of the table. “Oh. Sorry,” she says, looking between Gary and David with her head tilted in question, “I thought it was gonna be just us three?”

Gary looks to his right and huffs an exasperated sigh. “It was, this one just won’t stop followin’ me around everywhere. Like a lost puppy, really. Becks said we should take pity on ‘im.”

David nudges their leg together, just gently, and rolls his eyes. “This is Jamie, babe,” he says, leaning in closer to Victoria as he speaks, one arm draping across the back of her chair. “Gary’s partner.”

Both Gary and Jamie respond with an “ugh,” at the same time. Gary glances to his right again, smirking when Jamie meets his eyes.

“Partner, honestly, you’re makin’ me sound like a lawyer or somethin’,” Jamie says, holding out a hand for Victoria to shake. “I prefer ‘long-suffering martyr’, if we ‘ave to put a label on it.”

“I’ll show you long-suffering, you twat.”

David clears his throat. “Yeah, uh, he was at the match with us earlier. Gaz wanted to send him home, but I thought – y’know, Jamie’s a nice guy,” (“is he fuck,” Gary mutters under his breath,) “and it’s been a while now, right? So maybe it’s time to sort of – bring him in to the fold, I s’pose.”

Victoria gives Jamie an analysing once-over. “How long’s a while, then?”

“’bout five years now, in’t it?” Jamie replies, looking at Gary in question.

Gary kicks him.

“Oi! Oh my god, how many times’ve I gotta tell you, I am not counting from the time we –”

“Can’t you ever just let the grown-ups talk without havin’ to open your ugly mouth –“

“Five, Gary?” David asks, looking between Gary and Jamie with an expression caught between amused and puzzled. “You told me at the World Cup it was still new, an’ that was only what, a year and a bit ago?”

“Well – well, it was new. In a way.”

“Oh my god, Gary, we’d been livin’ together two years before the World Cup, how’s that new?”

“I didn’t wanna just throw him – sorry, Becks, it were weird enough bein’, like, ‘oh by the way I’m gay’, without havin’ to add a – a proper, like, partner – yes I’m saying partner you idiot because in case y’hadn’t noticed that is actually what we are – into all that as well.”

“No, no, it’s fine Gaz, y’don’t have to apologise, I know it can’t’ve been – easy, for you to –”

Victoria cuts him off with a hum, her brow creased. “But he already knew you were gay?”

Jamie, who’d been about to take a sip of water, barks an abrupt laugh and turns to Gary with a twinkle in his eye. “Did he now?”

Gary kicks him again, just because he’s there and he can.

“Oh, yeah,” Victoria says airily, like she’s not just shattered Gary’s entire worldview with a few simple words. “I remember he said to me, when we first started dating, he goes ‘Gary doesn’t like talking about the gay thing, makes him feel awkward, so we just try not to mention it around him.’”

Jamie is positively beaming at this little anecdote.

“Right, well,” Gary announces, making a big show of pretending to get up from his seat, “I’ll just be off to kill meself then. Victoria, lovely to see you again, give my love to the kids.”

It’s David who grabs Gary’s arm and tugs him back into his seat, mostly because Jamie’s too busy informing Gary that he’ll be playing You’ll Never Walk Alone at his funeral.

“Gaz, it wasn’t – we weren’t making fun of you, we just – figured you’d talk about it when you were ready.”

Wait.

“We?” Gary screeches. “Wha’d’you mean, we?”

“Um,” David says.

Jamie claps Gary on the back as he doubles over in laughter.

#thank you for the prompt!!!! you're right I think jamie and victoria would get on great bc both of their love language is bullying #carraville #drabbles

[arcadekitten]

Ok so let me start off by saying that I do not mean to offend you or make you uncomfy in any other way I just genuinely wanted to know and I’m an idiot so some things just can’t wrap around my head.🥲

But how do they use the restroom? I mean is it like a barbie doll or what? (I am an idiot and cannot remember basic human anatomy so please forgove me of its a stupid question 😭)

Also for SnD if everyone was teleported to our world would Stella try to fix it? Also would Lambchop just find every women, animal or not who eats meat without a care in the world, attractive? Would he be fascinated by us eating it like it’s normal when it’s not for them?

Btw when I say they I mean like their kind…? For all of your games. Not just one in general 😅(I only know their species starts with an N) also sorry if this was worded wrong or weird.

No worries! I think any waste product just phases out of the bottom of the body as needed (After all, Crowscare & Blackout Hospital have shown they DO have toilets!)

For your SND questions!:

Yes, I do think Stella would try to "fix" things. It's in her nature to want to keep everything as peaceful and harmonious as possible, and I don't think that would stop based on her location

I think he would be fascinated with the idea initially but the more he sees people do it the more he'd just accept it as normal here.

But they could never come here anyways--except in the form of a marketable plushie.

#NO IM NOT MAKING REAL PLUSHIES I DONT HAVE THAT KIND OF MONEY THANK YOU /lh #sweet no death #ask

[millenialfanfictionaddiction]

🪶 American Foreign Exchange Manager🦅

Karasuno and Shiratorizawa edition

Karasuno x Female manager; Shiratorizawa x Female Manager

Warnings: Swearing

AN: This is an Anon request!

🌠 Please Like, Reblog and/or Share to help support my writing 🌠

Karasuno

Whoa you picked a good one YN 😅

If you are tough and ready to rumble, you have come to the fight place

The first day at your new school and you are followed by some shady characters 😒

And by "shady" I definitely mean Tanaka a d Noya

Please they can smell a new female student a mile away 😐

But thankfully, you aren't just any female student

Oh no no no

You are the new American Foreign exchange student, YN LN 🤗

So when Noya and Tanaka keep following you, you've about had enough

Thankfully the entire Volleyball squad will get to witness it 😏

"Excuse me why are you two following me? What trying to pray on the new dumb American student huh? You wanna fight well let's go!"- you, throwing uou stuff and the ground and preparing to a brawl

If you wanted to scare Noya and Tanaka off YN, it did not not work 😅

In fact, it does the opposite

They now love you

Daichi is so impressed and Suga is dying of laughter 🤣

Asahi is scared of you now and Hinata thinks you are so cool because your from America!

But it's Kiyoko who asks you to be the teams third manager

You need a club, the crows need a third manager

It's perfection 👌🏻

Plus Kiyoko is mad impressed at your skills to handle the idiots

Practice is now way more entertaining

You threaten to kick their ass everyday if they don't keep in line 💅🏼

Female Daichi 👉🏻 absolutely 💯

But you're real talent comes in handy at tournaments

Because and you guessed it 😏

🎆 Oikawa 🎆

Please if anyone can out him in his place, it's our scrappy foreign beauty YN

So when it comes time for the Seijoh match Oikawa will hone in

"Well hello there, you must be new"- Oikawa, the smug bastard

"Yeah I am"- you, giving nothing 👏🏻

"Whats a beauty like you doing managing a group of crows?"- Oikawa

Ope- 😶 not a good idea

"Are you saying my crows aren't worthy?"- you, now placing your hands on your hip

Please Oikawa is sweating 😓

"Umm no I was just wondering what a foreign beauty like yourself is doing managing Karasuno?"- Oikawa, digging a deeper hole

"Oh so now Karasuno isn't good enough for me? What's your problem dude?"- our queen getting right in Oikawa's face 💅🏼

Please Iwaizumi is just eating this up 😅

"YN chill out-" Daichi, coming to ruin the fun

Tanaka and Noya were so ready to back you up

"He started it!"

Classy YN

Oikawa is pure white now and he just turns to walk away

You glare at him the entire game 😑

Nobody messes with our America queen and her crows

Shiratorizawa

You chose Shiratorizawa based on their schools cheer and cheer alone

Listen I don't make the rules YN

But please, if I had the option to go to SHIRATORIZAWA 👏🏻 👏🏻 👏🏻 👏🏻 👏🏻

I'd take it in a LITERAL HEARTBEAT

Ok you probably are super smart and got in that way 🙄

Bug it's once your in that you kind of become a spectical of sorts

Everyone wants to know about the new foreign exchange student from America

Tendou immediately introduces himself to you

Semi is probably your guide around school because he's responsible 🙄

But like he isn't complaining

A gorgeous American girl 😏 heck yeah!

He will bring you to volleyball practice with the intention of having dinner with you later

It's there that you are introduced to Ushijima

First, Tendou had been asking you to be their manager since he first met you

"TENDOU! LAY OFF OF YN"- Semi

"But Semi Semi"- Tendou 🥺

"Stop with that Semi Semi crap right now"- Semi Semi 😏

When you enter the gym, you are super impressed

It's huge and way different that you are use to in America

Goshiki will spot you and probably instantly fall in love with you ❤️

He thinks your so cute and adorable but little does he know 😏

Because it isn't until you turn around and run smack into the chest kf the giant known as Ushiwaka that the team realizes your fiery spirit

"You should watch where your going"- Ushijima 😐

Excuse me- 😃

"Well maybe if you weren't such a huge giant and standing right behind me, then I wouldn't have to watch where I'm going?- our queen getting right in Ushi's face

Please the gym falls silent 🤫

Tendou 👉🏻👁⭕️👁

Semi 👉🏻👀😅

Reon 👉🏻😃 oh crap-

Goshiki amd Shirabu 👉🏻😳😲

The fact that you talked back to a literal brick wall YN

That takes alot of guts

"I apologize for my rudeness"- Ushijima

You 👉🏻😐🤨 ok-

"Ushiwaka this is YN. She's our new foreign exchange student"- Semi, still in shock

"It's nice to meet you YN, please forgive me. It's been a long day"- Ushijima 😐

You 👉🏻😁 it's ok I understand!

And just like that, it's over

Everyone is shocked 😲 and like hella impressed

Ushijima and you start talking and become friends

Please everyone is scared of Ushijima and the fact that this American Foreign exchange student stood up to him 👀

Well let's just say, I think Shiratorizawa finally found their perfect manager 🥰

#haikyuu #haikyuu!! #haikyu! #haikyu #haikyū!! #haikyu x reader #haikyu x female reader #haikyu x you #haikyu x y/n #karasuno chaos #haikyuu karasuno #karasuno x you #karasuno x reader #karasuno manager #karasuno #karasuno x female reader #karasuno x foreign manager #shiratorizawa manager #shiratorizawa headcanons #shiratorizawa #shiratorizawa x y/n #shiratorizawa x reader #karasuno headcanons

[zuppizup]

😈😈😈 in what ways have you hurt us

😈 Has there been a point in a story where you did something just to be playfully mean to your readers?

Haha, me? Intentionally hurt people? Never. 😆

I am a planner, and with most of my fics are there in essentials by the time I begin posting. Sometimes I do adjust works as I'm writing, based of comments, and sometimes I do write scenes hoping they'll get that kind of reaction.

Because it is very fun. 😆

(Fic spoiler warning)

I most certainly "enjoyed" people being excited Zoom-mates Rayllum were "together" after their lawyer dinner, just to pull the rug out the next chapter. 😅

I also planned Callum’s dumb as shit "I love you" confession, hoping people would see it as soo fucking stupid and ridiculous and just those two idiots. Same with the whole "not" proposal.

And with one more chapter to go, I'm not sure it would be Zoom-mates without one last 'playfully mean' scene, right?

Essentially, the entire Road to Nowhere fic was playfully mean. I do like really dragging out cliffhangers and fandom events make me feel much less guilty about leaving off on that kind of note. In particular, the beach kiss and subsequent foot in mouth from Callum I did certainly hope would have people going off.

Purgatory time skip was also pretty "fun". I did intend on finishing the fic at their Border goodbye and leaving the ending far more open, so I feel like I can be forgiven, right?

Most of the "just kiss!!!" moments were written to be frustrating.

Rumour has it... it was supposed to be much shorter and without a spicy last chapter, which then did feel too "mean". Honestly, that entire fic was me being playfull mean to Rayllum and readers!

Obviously, I do adore romantic and sexual tension, so anything that draws that out as long as possible, yeah, safe to assume that's me being intentionally "mean" 😆

Fanfic Writer Emoji Asks

#rayllum #rayllum fanfic #ask games #thanks for the ask! #zuppi fanfic

[georgieluz]

Julian!! I’ve missed you!! Sending a virtual hug and a few asks for the ask game!

❤️💛💚💙🖤🎤🎵📺🔐🧟‍♀️🍇💌🖇️🔍🪐🌚

I just realized… there’s a lot… haha sorry about that 😅 hope you’re doing well!

hiiii!! i missed you too!!! first of all, lemme return the virtual hug and then i'll get to answering!!

❤️ how tall are you?

5ft4. guess i'm joining george, johnny, frank and harry in the smol boys club

💛 what is your favourite feature on yourself?

maybe my hair? idk i feel like so many people talk about how lucky i am to have such thick fluffy hair that if i didn't choose that it would be the equivalent of cursing them and all of their families

💚 where are you from?

dwi'n dod o gymru!! actually it's fitting that the emoji is green because green and red are the welsh flag colours and i'm welsh!

💙 do you have any siblings?

just me, unfortunately

🖤 favourite hobbies outside of your blog?

archery! i used to be on my university team and we would shoot three times a week but i've graduated now and feel like i'm cheating on them whenever i shoot with my local team

🎤  have you been to a concert?

yes! i've been lucky enough to go to quite a few. some of my favourite artists that i've seen live are: my chemical romance, the libertines, epik high, vixx, kim hanbin and day6

🎵 favourite artists?

the libertines, the strokes, pulp, the cure, epik high, kim hanbin, onewe, hoppipolla, sunmi and woodz!

📺 last show you watched?

transatlantic (i'm still a wreck bc of these characters)

🔐 something no one would guess about you?

ohh this might be the toughest one bc i don't actually know how people see me so i wouldn't know what they would guess about me but maybe that i studied and competed in dance my whole life? (if you can guess what styles of dance i'll give you a prize)

🧟‍♀️ scariest thing that’s happened to you?

i don't wanna make this too heavy so i'll leave out the actual scariest things but the other week i may or may not have had an encounter with a ghost in my museum which is said to be haunted

🍇 a word your friends would use to describe you?

texted two of my friends and one replied "unnecessary" and the other said "an idiot of an enigma" so that went well lmao

💌 why did you start this blog?

because it had been so long since i had friends who loved band of brothers and i missed having an online community where i felt comfortable and happy and enjoyed engaging with people in

🖇️ what are your favorite asks to answer?

honestly i like all of them! i love interacting with people and so any asks are fun! writing asks, character discussions, get to know me asks, i'll take the lot of them!!

🔍 what character do you enjoy writing for the most?

lately it's been eddie jones!! every single idea i've had lately spawns around him and forms its own little solar system that revolves around his existence. i think it's bc i'm a little bit obsessed, but i also think the themes i enjoy writing most work very well with him so it's just the perfect match. but i also adore writing nix, he's my favourite hot mess and i love writing him. harry and tab are two i love writing who i didn't realise i loved writing until i saw the amount of times i'd written something focused on them when the work wasn't supposed to be anything massively to do with them lmao

🪐 favourite shows / series of all time?

ohhh another tough one, but i'm gonna have to say band of brothers, star trek, and lost, but succession is probably gonna end up being up there eventually but i need to give it a few years to settle before deciding. there are definitely others but they go in and out of order a lot and those are the three that always stay at the top no matter what

🌚 a show you’d tell people to stay away from?

honestly idk i think it's down to individual taste so if i knew someone didn't like a certain genre i could tell them to avoid shows based off of that but i usually don't tell people to stay away from a show unless there's something genuinely harmful in it

thank you so much for asking all of these!! it was fun to answer them and hopefully i haven't rambled on too long!!

for this ask game!

#julian's ask games #julian's inbox

[theflyingfeeling]

hi hi hellooo! Aleksi's remix of Let Me Down Slowly came up on my youtube recs and it instantly reminded me of your amazing fic and I knoooooooooow I said it a million times but thank you so much for writing it and sharing it, it's so fucking good!!!!!!! 💖💘💖💕💖💖💘

now imagine, pining-idiots-that-haven't-realized-they-are-in-love Allu and Olli are probably enjoying their well deserved breaks from all the stuff they did in 2023 (and most likely with their partners by their side), but I like to imagine that they still make some time for at least one video call once a week, or that they exchange dumb texts daily because they miss each other so much 🥺💕

maybe Olli grabs his guitar one night and comes up with some beautiful riff that he sends to Allu, but this time Aleksi decides that they have to finish it together side by side (clearly an excuse to see Olli again because oooops, he realized he has Feelings™ for his friend and bandmate) and well, Olli had to travel to Helsinki anyway (to make sure the new posters were shipped correctly, or to sign a legal document or some made up bullshit), soooo why not stay at his just-a-friend-i-swear's place for a few days?

they would have the Moment Of Realization late at night, around 2AM when Allu is finally done with the remix and Olli is already asleep on the couch (is he really asleep, though? or just enjoying the moment with his eyes closed?). Allu would not resist the temptation of brushing a curl off Olli's beautiful face, and maybe caressing one of his cheeks while he can, not forseeing that Olli would be very much awake, so now they're both holding their breaths and staring at each other with so much love 💖💕💘

maybe they finally dare to get closer and share a shy little kiss after all those years of pining, or maybe they feel like they can't do it, not while they still have a significant other, and leave the studio confused and unsure of what to do next 🥰

anyways, it's already late over here and I used my last braincell to daydream about this 😅 have a lovely lovely day 💖💕💘💖💕💘

OH MY GOD???!!?!?!??!?! 😭😭😭😭😭

this made my stomach do the thing because akdjshfksjfdkf I've honestly spent the entire Christmas break thinking about the two of them constantly checking their phones and not really understanding why they feel so disappointed when there's no new text from the other or why they feel a pang of jealousy when the other posts a holiday greeting in the group chat (=a selfie with their gf with a cheesy Christmassy/NYE edit and a text "Happy Holidays from us!")

amd aaaahhhh imagine soft Olli playing softly on his soft guitar AND THINKING OF ALLU THE WHOLE TIME DJDHFGFFJFF I meaaaaan may I remind y'all that yet again this is not just something the delulu made up but instead it's something that actually for real happened with the Let Me Down remix 😭 obviously we don't know if Olli had the riff ready and Allu just happened to need one and it came up in a conversation, or if Allu asked him to make him one, or if Olli just sent the riff to Allu who was so inspired (and in love (with the riff! or at least that's what he convinced himself then)) that he made an entire remix based off it 🥺 my point here is that it's TOO EASY to imagine them doing exactly what you just derscribed 🤧💕

and yeah, I have also been imagining their first kiss and how terrifying it would be for the both of them 😭 I mean, I want to assume that the "deep talks" they've had over a glass of wine or a bottle of Mountain Dew (again, something we know for certain they done, not just something the delulu has decided is canon!!) they have also discussed sex and/or sexuality and came out as bi to each other, so it's not the fact they're both dudes and about to kiss each other that's messing with their heads rather than the fact they're both in relationships skgjdjfksjfsjfjdjf fuck why am I so invested in this 😩

bonus points indeed if they only ALMOST kiss before they snap out of it and aaaaaaaaaa poor confused boys!! because this whole time they've been like "I don't actually like him that way, and even if I did nothing could ever happen because we're friends and co-workers and he's taken" but then they realise they were having an undeniable Moment(tm) and the other was actually about to kiss them back too so they're like ???????????????? oh god 😭

thanks for this, I feel so validated once again 🙈

#i didn’t make any new year's resolutions but if i did it would’ve been to let this infidelity trope be #i know it's all fiction but........i'm so paranoid 🙈 #but just so you know i could write fic after fic after fic about these two falling for each other in various circumstances #and yes many of them include them already being in relationships with someone else #i just keep imagining allu staying up late by himself bc his partner is already in bed #and he's contemplating whether or not he should text olli if he's awake too #he is of course (already waiting for allu's text) and i'm imagining them texting each other at ass o'clock with dopey smiles on their faces #when they could be sleeping next to their actual partners #OH WAIT i dont have to imagine this BECAUSE THAT HAPPENED FOR REAL TOO 💁‍♀️ #to conclude they're in love but feel like they can't do anything about it 😔 #answered asks #ollixallu #blind channel rpf #catboyolli

[acatalystrising]

Kay. Bad day of customers incoming (I’m a bartender) and I swear the only way I made it through my shift was thinking of ROTJ Boba stopping by, seeing that shit, and beating the life out of the Asshat in question and railing me in the liquor room.

So I give this idea to you in the hopes of seeing what may happen 😂

Hey anon! Thanks so much for the request! I am so, so sorry that you had a rough day with asshole customers, I’ve worked retail for YEARS so I really, really get that 😅 I’m sorry that this took so long to get to, work was insane today, buuut I wrote this fun oneshot based on this prompt and I really hope you like it and that it helps! 💚🖤

Pairing: ROTJ-era Boba x female reader

Trigger warning: workplace verbal abuse, minor physical abuse, minor character death, piv sex (no minors please!)

Oneshot: Small Favors

The man had been staring at you all evening.

Normally, you wouldn’t give a damn. The cantina always attracted a wide range of characters, and you had thick skin. You’d thrown plenty of people out during your time as a bartender, and most folks knew when to back off.

But this one had managed to surpass your carefully wrought mental walls in a way that made you want to get away, fast. And what was worse? He hadn’t done anything overtly obvious to justify your kicking him out. You hated customers like this, people who purposefully rode the line, wanting to make other people’s lives worse.

You felt his eyes on your back as you prepped the next drink, nasally voice barely decipherable over the crowded din.

“Pretty sure this needs more whiskey, doll.”

You set your mixer down with a heavy thud, ignoring the comment. As you had with the last twenty. Naturally, your coworker was late. It was bad enough that you were understaffed, but the amalgamation of events was starting to make quitting sound like a good idea.

“It’s rude to ignore a customer…” he chuckled, a dark, dirty sound. “And you made my drink wrong, tastes like piss.”

You felt your ears burning, a mixture of anger and embarrassment settling deep in your chest, but you kept your back turned and continued working. You knew you hadn’t messed it up - the idiot just wanted to pick a fight. The best thing you could do was not give him the satisfaction of your reaction.

“I should talk to your manager - they need to hire more competent staff. But I can see why he gave you a shot…you’d look mighty fine between my legs.”

Oh kriff no, you were not dealing with this.

Grabbing the drinks, you finally turned to hand them out, and he was predictably watching you. Balding, mid fifties, and grossly overweight, he was creepy - and definitely a problem.

“Say that again and you’re outta here.” You kept your tone harsh and clipped. “Last warning.”

You ignored him as you slid the drinks over the counter, and flicked your gaze out over the crowd just as the door opened, another arrival stepping inside - pausing in the doorway to sweep the room.

The moment you saw that green armor and dark T-visored helm, you recognized him. Boba Fett, the most notorious bounty hunter in the parsec. A chill swept over you when his unseen gaze fell on you and lingered for a moment longer then you knew was safe, before he finally looked away, and you could breathe again.

A hush fell in the cantina as he entered, spurs clicking on the smooth floor, disappearing into the crowd without fanfare. Chatter soon slowly resumed, and the music continued to play, but you felt the unease filling the room with a tension thick enough to cut with a knife. Great, just great. As if you didn’t already have enough to deal with.

You went to the back counter, cleaning your shaker and preparing the next round of drinks, unable to shake the feeling that someone else was now watching you too.

Fett has been here before, of course. Just a few times, but he’d frequented enough to make the locals worry for their own safety. Granted, the bounty hunter was always quiet, sat to himself, and didn’t cause trouble…but you knew a dangerous man when you saw one. The problem was, you were too curious for your own good - and you were certain he’d caught you staring before. But unlike this asshole, he’d never threatened you.

“Hey, quit daydreaming and get me another drink!” Your most vile customer simply had to remind you of his presence.

Reputation aside, he clearly was more stressful to deal with than Boba kriffing Fett.

You turned, expression dark, and took his glass with little fanfare, turning before he could talk again. Damn, this was annoying. Part of you wanted to screw it up on purpose, but you knew you’d be lowering yourself to his level. So you made it quickly and slid it back over the counter with a sigh.

Before you could move your hand away, the man fastened his hand around your wrist.

“You’re awfully pretty, I would’ve thought you’d prefer a different line of work,” he grinned lecherously, showing several rotting teeth as he winked. “Why don’t you come home with me, huh? You owe me after these shitty drinks.”

“I don’t owe you anything. Let me go.” You glared daggers at him, anger flaring, clenching your hands to fists. “It’s time for you to leave.”

The man laughed, clearly drunk, and tightened his grip on your arm. You were so caught up in the moment that you almost didn’t hear the clinking of spurs steadily approaching.

“So? You gonna come willingly or do I gotta make a scene?” He gestured at his blaster with a smirk. “Your call, sweetheart.”

Before you had a chance to speak, a deep voice that rumbled like thunder made both you and your antagonist flinch.

“Let her go, scugghole. Now.”

The man turned in his seat, giving you a chance to glimpse the person who’d come to your defense…and found yourself face to face with Boba Fett.

“I got no bounty on me, so back off, fella.” The drunkard still hadn’t let go of your arm, and despite his shaking voice, he was clearly too inebriated to cooperate. “Just havin’ a conversation. Don’t stick your nose in other people’s business - it’ll get ya killed someday.”

Your eyes widened. You’d never heard anyone dare speak to Fett that way. You could feel the disgust radiating from that beskar even as Fett’s fist slammed into the man’s face without a moment’s hesitation.

Your assailant started to slip from his chair, but Boba held him up singlehandly as if he weighed nothing, taking the time to gently release your wrist from his hand, before throwing him to the ground. The fool tried his best to wrestle back to his feet, but he was no match for Fett, who repeatedly pummeled his face until his gloves were stained red.

You could only stand there and watch - both horrified and impressed…as well as confused. You could only watch in wide-eyed shock as he unholstered his blaster with a practiced roll and shot the man point-blank in the chest.

Screams erupted, and you flinched as several patrons fled the cantina, casting panicked glances over their shoulders to see if they were being followed. If they were next. You couldn’t help but wonder the same as that helm shifted to face you, smoke still curling from the barrel of his weapon.

“You’re not in danger.” Fett merely holstered his blaster and stepped toward you, already ignoring the body. He was a good head taller than you, radiating strength and power. And yet, when he spoke again, his voice was somehow softer. “You okay?”

“Yeah…I’m fine. Thanks,” you dared to look at his visor where you knew his eyes would be. “I’m gonna need a minute though, I think…”

He nodded, silent, gaze still roving the cantina. You saw the regulars watching you, whispering to one another. And you were sure there’d be a million rumors floating about by daybreak. You took the chance to walk away while he’d let you, in case he changed his mind - quickly making your way to the liquor room, heart lodged in your throat.

Head spinning, you leaned against one of the racks and took a shuddering breath. This…had been a day. Certainly with an unexpected ending, for sure, but…

Why the hell had Boba Fett of all people defended you?

You weren’t used to people sticking up for you - it just wasn’t the norm. You couldn’t help but wonder what motivated him. Spurred footsteps tisked down the hall, rapidly approaching, and you gulped. Perhaps you’d get the chance to ask him yourself.

The footsteps stopped, and you turned, finding him leaning against the doorframe, an impenetrable wall of weapons and armor.

“Sure you’re not here to turn me in…or something?” You swallowed as he pushed off the wall and approached with a smooth saunter.

“You have something to confess?” He crossed his arms over his impossibly broad chest, the sight not eliciting fear but…something else. Something dangerous.

“Ahh, no, I’m too boring for that,” you chuckled nervously, fidgeting with a row of bottles, hoping you were hiding your blush. Maker, it was something about his voice... “Thanks…for intervening back there. I have no idea why you bothered.”

He was silent, watching you with a near predatory tilt of his head, like a bird of prey. He took a step closer, and you refused to follow your body’s impulse to take a step back.

“I’ve seen you watching me, little one,” his helmet tilted down to face you, fingers tapping slowly on his gauntlet in a patient cadence. “But not out of fear. You seem…intrigued. Am I correct?”

Oh kriff. Of course he’d noticed. He probably wanted to make sure he didn’t need to neutralize a threat. Or maybe this was a threat. You swallowed hard and forced yourself to meet his gaze.

“I’m sorry, I…didn’t mean anything of it. I’ve just never seen a mandalorian before,” you shrugged, embarrassment flaring in your cheeks. “I’m not a threat. Just trying to do my job, dealing with assholes like that guy.”

“That was vile.” His voice was rich, rumbling through you, oddly making you feel safe. “Pretty thing like you deserves much better.”

You raised a brow, suddenly feeling emboldened by the teasing tone you detected from behind the helmet. Once again, you felt a blush creep over your cheeks. What did the notorious Boba Fett look like, anyway?

“I don’t know about that,” you dared to laugh a bit, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “I’m just a bartender.”

He hummed, taking another step forward, closing the distance between you both. You felt his fingertips brush your chin, lifting your face to meet his.

“No one deserves that treatment. Don’t belittle yourself.” He brushed a thumb over your chin, catching on your bottom lip. “That won’t happen again as long as I’m around.”

Heartbeat hammering in your ears, you leaned into his touch, knowing that you knew better. That this was dangerous. That you still didn’t know what he wanted.

“And how long do you plan to be around?” You couldn’t help but ask the question, daring to place your hand on his gauntleted forearm.

He suddenly raised his free arm, and you suppressed a flinch, but he merely lifted it to his helmet and promptly removed with the hiss of an airlock.

“As long as a certain pretty bartender wants me to be.”

If you hadn’t been blushing before, you sure as there were stars in the galaxy were now.

Kriff, he was attractive. You swallowed hard as dark brown eyes shot with amber met yours - full of darkness and light in a chaotic dance. His skin was a lovely rich bronze, crisscrossed with scars that only accentuated his features, dark brows and hair matching his eyes. His lips curved in an small smirk at your scrutiny.

“I’m sure you know my name,” he brushed a thumb over your cheek. “But you can call me Boba.”

Maker, you were in trouble. You felt it, heat tracing down your spine and pooling between your legs just at his touch alone. He sounded even more attractive without the helmet, if that were possible, voice husky and impossibly deep.

“It’s…nice to meet you, Boba.” You gave him your name, even as he watched you with a hunger you wondered if you were imagining.

Boba hummed, hand still at your chin, and you felt a small sigh slip past your lips when he caressed your jawline again. He surprisingly didn’t seem like he was trying to leave, instead, you were wagering the opposite. You never, ever, slept with the patrons that ambled into the cantina…oh but for him? You’d make an exception. That was if that’s what this even was…

“You wanna go back out there? Or…” you didn’t know how to finish your thoughts, everything slipping merely at his touch.

“Or? Your coworker is out front so we have this place to ourselves,” he lifted your hand to his lips, pressing soft kisses to your knuckles. “What do you want?”

Oh gods, you were going to melt. Heart pounding, blood racing, as you met his gaze and saw fascination, respect, and something darker. Damn, if this is how you died, you’d gladly accept.

“Let’s stay,” you took the initiative, daring to take the leap even as your heart pounded so fast you wondered if it would burst. “If you want? I mean…”

Maker, you didn’t even know what you were saying. But he seemed to understand, gathering you in his arms and holding you close to his chest. “I won’t ever hurt you. Tell me if we’re going to fast.”

“Oh no, this…” you shuddered as he pressed kisses down your neck, hovering at your pulse point. “This is nice…”

“Brave, aren’t we?” He drew in for a kiss, his lips surprisingly soft, yet encompassing. And damn, he kissed you like you were oxygen itself. “Knew you were different when I spotted you.”

You kissed him back, pulling him closer, and he responded by pushing you against the wall, peppering kisses along your jawline.

If anyone had told you that you’d be here, with Boba Fett, you would have mocked them and called them crazy. And yet…here you were, somehow, and this, you thought to yourself, made the day not so terrible.

-

“Quiet, mesh’la,” Boba’s words whispered in your ear, tinged with mirth. “Wouldn’t want someone to find us.”

You whined, writhing against his armored chest as he buried himself within you to the hilt, filling you so completely you could barely form coherent thoughts.

“Don’t worry, I got you,” he hiked your legs further around his waist, your back pressed against the wall, as he began to move. “Hng, you’re so tight. Gonna make you feel good.”

You never imagined you’d find yourself naked in the liquor room with none other than Boba Fett pleasuring you, but…you weren’t complaining. You tried your best to suppress a moan when he almost pulled out entirely before slamming back into you, nearly knocking the breath from your lungs.

He set a steady pace, giving you a chance to adjust to his impressive size, before picking up the pace. He slammed into with you with a low grunt that nearly sounded like a growl, and you clung to him, fingers gripping his armor as he struck a devastating spot within you, bringing you closer and closer to your climax with every stroke.

He’d prepped you, ensuring you’d come with his fingers alone, but you already felt your walls closing around him, eliciting a grunt from the bounty hunter.

“You’re close, little one, I can feel you,” he grunted, tone low and husky. “You gonna come?”

“I…gods yes,” you felt a tremor settling in your legs, doing your best to hold on. He slipped a hand between your legs and rubbed circles around your clit, and you couldn’t hold back the moan as your pleasure began to crest. “Oh, gods Boba, I’m gonna…”

You crashed over the edge with a scream, and he gently placed a hand over your mouth as he continued pumping into you, guiding you through your high. You slumped against him and he pulled out of you, spilling over himself with a throaty groan.

You both were silent for a moment, chests heaving, and he brushed a finger over your cheek.

“I’ll have to visit this cantina more often,” he shot you a smirk. “Prettiest bartender I’ve ever seen.”

You blushed, shaking you head with a laugh. “You’d better. Now the whole town will talk.”

“Then we’ll give them plenty to gossip about.” He closed in for another kiss, and you closed your eyes, wrapped safely in his embrace.

#boba fett x reader #boba fett x female reader #boba fett x f!reader #boba fett x fem!reader #boba fett x you #boba fett fic #boba fett fanfiction #boba fett #rotj boba fett #ask answered #writing prompts #acatalystrising writes #oneshot prompts #star wars

[ectogeo-art]

^_^ okay so I am sure I'm not the first to think of it but basically:

instead of their conversation getting interrupted, after the "Mr. Garak, I never knew we thought so much alike." "Life is full of surprises, Commander." exchange, they hook up, and only after that we hit unpause on the plot. (Plot~~ Sim!Garak seems to betray them, saves them, dies, Sisko sees Bashir's reaction to Garak dying, the rest of the simulation happens and they wake up in the cave). Now only Sisko (and the founders) knows he slept with Garak and he is going to pretend that never happened, especially because he realizes that Julian has deep feelings for Garak. But Sisko can't help but look at real Garak differently after that, there is probably some awkwardness or tension and Garak notices and tries to figure out the source for that, maybe he ramps up the flirting and Sisko tries to forget even more how good sim!Garak was. (Garashir are probably in the pining idiots stage of the relationship or in a friends with benefits while pining for each other situation). Sisko may try to be supportive to Julian and make sure Garak isn't just playing with Julian's feelings. I am not sure where to go from here, I think Jadzia may also notice Sisko is acting off and try to talk to him about it. There is also the question of how the founders knew to simulate sex with Garak and the options I thought of are 1) Julian's memories 2) your idea about pre-canon on Romulus siskarak 3) changelings already did some hands-on research on ds9 and that included sex with Garak

Another question is if Garak finds out, how would he feel about it? I figured he would be delighted at first, but I'm not sure about his reaction further

Sorry if I rambled too much this ask was shorter in my head 😅

Haha, omg, this is INSANE, thank you for sharing, I LOVE it! ^_^ Especially Sisko seeing Julian holding Garak as he died and feeling extra weird about his hookup with Garak after that. Peak comedy!! <3 (Though it would work well with an angsty tone too haha)

Hmmm, if the simulation's pulling stuff from ALL of their minds then maybe the simulation saw memories of Garak flirting with Sisko in Profit and Loss and just extrapolated from there hehe ("Oh, and if you'd like, stop by the shop one day. I have a number of suits that would look quite flattering on you." - like, we all know what THAT means!!! lol). Or maybe the Dominion just assigned the simulated Garak to be the confidant/honeypot of the simulation, the character meant to draw information out of the actual people and observe their reactions. Maybe they picked him based on his reputation as a spy and/or as a flirt, or maybe it was just at random lolll.

And real!Garak flirting with Sisko to try to find out why he's acting weird post-The Search is great! XD Like, I imagine Sisko is just like. Being extra nice to him or something but in a weird awkward way, bc he feels bad both for mistaking a simulation for the real him and for almost maybe accidentally being a homewrecker and breaking up garashir/preventing them from getting together. But Garak finds his aimless vague niceness disconcerting because he is used to Sisko being clear and firm with what he wants from him and where they stand. So maybe Garak is like hmmm I'm gonna drop innuendos until he either bends me over his desk or tells me what's really going on (win-win). lol

And I think it should end with Garak and Sisko hooking up for real. Like, Garak finally wears Sisko down and gets him to spill the beans about the simulation. He tells him about sleeping with simulated!Garak and also about his observations about Julian's obvious feelings for Garak. And Garak's just standing there with his mouth hanging open because he's shocked to learn that he's desired by either one of them, let alone both of them. Sisko expects Garak to feel used or disgusted, but Garak just steps into his personal space and kisses him with tongue, so grateful to learn he has a chance with Julian... and he's also not uninterested in the fact that Sisko's clearly into him too. And then!!! Well, then he and Sisko fuck, obviously. <3 Just once. <3 Garak initiates this by saying that it's only fair that, since Sisko has been with Garak, Garak should get to be with Sisko. And then afterwards Garak just leaves, armed with a new understanding of Julian's feelings... and Sisko is just left in a daze thinking like, "Man. That was hot but what the fuck WAS that." But luckily a lot of the tension was released between them, in such a way that they can maybe (MAYBE) be normal about each other for a few years. The end! I hope you like my thoughts on how your AU would play out, and thank you for letting me share my vision. XD

As for your followup ask:

wait the thought "what if /no/ garashir" just went through my mind for the first time ever, what if in this au they really are just good friends (with benefits) and Sisko was reading too much into it, maybe something makes Julian try to play matchmaker for them (hopefully the first ask reaches you before this one so there is context)

Okay I gotta admit, I'm such a Garashir=endgame girlie that I'm not really interested in thinking through/brainstorming a true no Garashir scenario, it just doesn't compute for me, sorry (but that of course def doesn't mean you can't explore it!). That said, I can buy something like Garashir not yet realizing/acknowledging their feelings at that point, or them trying to distance themselves from their feelings for each other or thinking it's unrequited. Like, it makes more sense to me if Garashir just hasn't happened yet, than if it actually is just platonic/FWB between Garak and Bashir.

#asks #Anonymous #siskarak

[zephfair]

10, 21, and 26 for the yet another ask game. 🥰

Hi! Thank you so much for the ask and allowing me to procrastinate! 😘

10. Top three favourite fic tropes.

Enemies to Lovers, Idiots in Love, There is Only One Bed 😉😏

21. Can you accurately predict how long your fics are going to be? If you can, what's your secret?

HAHAHAHAhaha no. That’s the short answer. 😂😭

Long answer, I’m pretty sure @murderlight cursed me never to be able to accurately guess at a fic length just because I innocently teased her about always going way WAY over her length estimates. I mean, surely that's not my fault?!? 😇😇😇

I want to be able to write short, succinct, complete stories but sometimes it’s just more fun to ramble and not worry about word count. In a multi-part fic, I can usually guess the right number of chapter/part counts because of my outline but nah, I don’t even try to predict fic length anymore.

I just roll with it. 😎 Let them talk. Let them fuck if they want to. Let Ronan make a fool of himself. 😂🤣

In other words, sorry Dear Readers, I don't know when to stop talking.

26. What would you describe as OOC?

I have a few pet peeves of OOC behavior, but I’ll never share them because they’re my own problem, not a writer’s. Sometimes I’ll read something that makes me think “ugh, they would never, EVER do/say that” but most of the time I can just shrug it off and get back into the fic—if it’s well-written otherwise. There are a few hard no’s for me, but that's just the way that *I* see the character.

And sometimes, it’s interesting to read something that comes off a little OOC at first because we always have limited source material so it can be difficult to guess how a character would react to something that’s not specifically addressed in canon. So if a good writer handles it in a consistent way, they can make me accept something that, to me, seems OOC.

Besides who am I to judge, I love writing goofball Ronan based on, like, five short sentences in canon so I’m sure a lot of readers think that’s OOC. 😅🤷

Here's the questions if you want to ask!

#ask meme #i'm rambling rn #i need help with my resume #sadlols

[nebulablakemurphy]

My dear author ive been reading your Draco fic and I must admit, I'm a little dumb (super dumb in fact lol) so I am a wee bit confused, do you think you can explain what it is they had decided to do with the curse and the removal of memories? 😅 I'm sure its just me but like with all the time jumps and everything, it has me scratching my head like an idiot so please help me understand

P.S. I really like the story and I've been enjoying reading it

First off, thank you for reading. I’m sure the time jump situation might make it confusing. Usually I separate present day from past events with italics, I didn’t do that here. The only time we’re seeing present day Draco is in the first passage of part 1. After that, it’s picking up right before the war and we stay on that timeline for the duration of events leading up to present day.

Now about the curse/memory situation, you’re not stupid at all, the pace is just very quick, so if you blink you’ll miss it type thing. It’s mostly based around this line of the prophecy from part 1 “Through love and by love, castles will crumble.”

So the first thing they decided to do is stage a break up, stay away from each other and make it seem like they don’t have feelings for each other.

However once information about this prophecy gets back to Voldemort, he’s made up his mind that he wants Rosanna under his control. Easiest way to do that, make Draco a death eater and bring Rosanna back to the manor. He wants them to fulfill this prophecy in his favor.

Because as the prophecy also states, “A lion heart, tried and true; chooses a side the other must lose.”

So both Rosanna/Draco and Voldemort/his inner circle have been picking this prophecy apart and they’re both trying to control the outcome in different ways.

The dark side is thinking it’s a baby, similar to the way that Harry’s birth was prophesied. Taking “Born from the dirt, through he, blossoms.” From the prophecy very literally. To them, this baby is their chosen one that will somehow sway the tide of the war between light and dark.

Draco and Rosanna are more focused on the “through love and by love,” aspect of the prophecy. So how can they stop loving each other? This is covered briefly in part 2 in the room of requirement. They could use a time turner, but that might make it worse.

They could use a memory charm, that won’t work for Draco because there are details untwined with their shared memories that Voldemort would easily be able to identify as missing.

They could get rid of just her memories, but then they also run a risk of Rosanna being asked something she should know, but doesn’t have an answer to. Which brings us to the imperius curse.

They ultimately decide on this because, they can get rid of her memories without being caught. Rosanna will not remember Draco, she won’t be in love with him. She’ll be doing whatever Voldemort demands of her so he will not get suspicious.

The imperius curse is a last ditch effort to slow down Voldemort’s plan and give Harry, Ron and Hermione more time. In the end does help Harry win but also lands Draco in a lot of trouble post war.

A case is opened against him, by the ministry, for the use of memory altering charms, abduction by means of the imperius curse and false imprisonment by means of the imperius curse.

There has always been speculation surrounding whether or not their oldest child was conceived while Rosanna was under the influence of the imperius curse. Which is what the men on the radio are discussing in part 1 present day.

When Draco was originally charged, immediately after the war, he is cleared of all charges, but now someone within the ministry has reopened the file and is leaking information to the public.

Resulting in the demand to recharge Draco for war crimes committed against Rosanna. Even though she’s already testified in his defense, even though using the imperius curse was her idea, even though it was only used to slow down Voldemort. It’s a major gray area and people are still divided about what the ideal outcome should be.

This story is very layered and spans over the course of 20+ years. More details and clarity come to light as the story unfolds. So please never feel silly for asking a question. I hope this clears things up! 💜

#through love and by love

[onekisstotakewithme]

for the writing meme, i'd love director's commentary on as much of the last section of "Beautiful to Take a Chance" as you'd like to provide! that's one of my favorite of your fics

I didn't know! Good old "Beautiful to Take a Chance," I'd be glad to offer director's commentary on this story 💜

Apologies in advance if this is like, less than coherent, the story is four years old... 😅

(but to spare everyone else, I'll do it under a read more)

Okay so it's obviously just a basic 5+1 structure, and this is actually a fic I don't think about very often! 😅

It starts with snuggling because I'm a soft-ass bitch at heart.

There are actually more parts to this universe, backstory pieces that demonstrate how Hawkeye has come to be this way (involving Carlye, primarily, and how she's the root of some of his insecurities.)

“Where do you get off always telling me I’m…” He chokes on the word. “Is that supposed to be funny? Cause if you look closely you may notice I am expressing zero mirth.”

This part particularly - Hawkeye doesn't believe he's beautiful. The whole story is kind of inspired by Alan being mildly self-conscious, and by Hawkeye not looking like a conventional "hero".

“See, there you go again!” Hawk says. “Look, pal, I’ve looked in the mirror a handful of times in my life, and I can tell you, it’s never Gene Kelly looking back at me.”

Why did I pick Gene Kelly? Because at the time I was mildly obsessed with Singin in the Rain. Although, personally, I prefer Donald O'Connor.

ANYWAY EVERYONE SHOULD TELL HAWKEYE HE'S PRETTY.

“Well why didn’t you lead in with that?” Hawk asks, certain he’s bright red by now. “I’d have believed you much sooner if you’d brought up sex.”

Don't you love when he says something upsetting and means it? I do. But like Hawkeye reducing himself to a tired old lech (this is particularly on my mind at the moment having watched That's Show Biz the other night. Hawkeye ties his worth to being good in bed.

Idiot.

“Too long nose. Too many limbs that are too long and gangly. I look like a stick insect. The wrong face.” Hawk gestures to himself. “Extra fat in the wrong places and skinny everywhere else. A small cock.”

And here's where i confess something: i don't like that last line. At the time I wrote this, the server I was in LOVED Hawkeye having a small cock and I kind of ran with that based on their influence. On my own merits, I wouldn't have written that because it feels cliche to me, a way of making him the "woman" in his and BJ's relationships. So anyway, this is an average Hawk cock truther blog.

“Yeah,” Hawk says. “In the same way Igor is a gourmet chef.”

On your left, you'll see me never missing the chance to take a jab at Igor, who I irrationally dislike.

“Shush.” BJ says, giving Hawk a searching look. “Your face is just right, dummy. Maybe your nose is long, but it gives you character that Gene Kelly could only dream of. Skinny arms and legs, so what? The food’s bad and you happen to be tall. I’ve heard women - and men - like that.”

Someone commented this on the fic i believe - and I agree wholeheartedly - that it's important that BJ doesn't dismiss how Hawkeye feels. He acknowledges those feelings and then proceeds to say that he loves them. That matters to me at least (also my nose is slightly too big so <3 )

“No,” BJ murmurs. “It’s the curve of your ear, and the silver in your hair, and the scar you have from falling off your bike when you were six, and the blue of your eyes and the scar on your lip… you’re beautiful, Hawkeye.”

I'm quite proud of this line! (most of the time I look back at older writing and go 'ehhh what's so special about it' but this line...)

anywayyyy I love them. Thank you!

#asks #director's commentary #thank you prax <3 #me seeing this ask doing the bryan cranston meme 'me?' as in YOU've read my fics? 🥺

[kuuyandere]

Maybe u could try to replace your reason for living from 'her' to something simple & noble. When I lost this guy, living w/o the thought of having him in my future was v tough, so I diverted my focus on other ppl/helping ppl/making my family proud. Idk but I think to live for 'yourself'/ keeping the drive as your own self for living seems smth like.. Well, smth at least I wouldn't be able to do. Idky but it just seems too selfish/unreliable since we ourselves are supposed to be like the handlers/caretakers of our own selves in this world that keeps on attacking us w one expectation or the other. If u think this applies to you too, then u could try this instead. Keep your own self completely out of the equation unless u wanna have a revenge bod or smth.. Idky but whenever I see ppl (mostly the ones of our gen) whose sole focus is themselves, they seem unnecessarily unhappy and struggling. Are going above n beyond to prove themselves to the world, when they could just keep their jobs/appearances/etc. As smth completely external (not a part of them) n instead focus on how much they can simply give to this world. Like I, since Ive been a pretty much of an idiot with most of my decisions, can listen to ppl without judgement n can sympathise with them well.. They just feel comfortable around me so I also try to be an easy person around em instead of putting myself on a standard. I think whenever u feel worthless, u should try n be simply grateful for whatever u r, how much investment have been made to u (if u wanna be logical) n ultimately try n give the world back in whatever ways u could.. Like for eg, if you're a caretaker, be even more better. Take the focus off from u n your own problems, and think of how much blessed u r in a position to help those in need n find worth thru that help. There are some not so fortunate domestic workers, construction workers, sooo many people, whose shoes if I wear, I'd instantly feel this huge struggle for life n would wanna instantly wanna give up. Yet they accept their lives n always show up to their work which is surrounded by ppl w huge TVs, comforting rooms n whatnot. Now these are the ppl who know v well that comparisons w others/expectations with their own selves is smth which will bring unnecessary self-loathing only. So they just try to make the best of the lives they've been given. But most importantly, they still provide w whatever they got. It's just all about perspective n how you choose to view menial stuff.. You just have to realise the world is bigger than you, certainly much bigger than your darling!!.. Now I tbh do know how to live with being told that from my person😅(we have a history so that day, my long-awaited interaction w him was a bit problematic from my side) which made him ultimately say that. It hurt me, but didn't break me. Or reduced my worth (though atm I was questioning it a lot😅lol). I don't think there's anything more comforting u could say in addition to what u already said - v. helpful!! to make that better🤗I think it just has to pass🤔 u don't have to answer that "how to live with it" part😊 it doesn't affect much now tbh. (also⬆️ is just my way, works for me, doesn't have to 'right', may/may not be helpful to u)

I am glad you are doing better than before, you are a very strong person. :)

That is good advice, it is difficult to live for yourself and helping others is a noble cause. And you are right about perspective playing a large role in You have a lot of empathy and understanding for other people.

In my case, I have a tendency to be a people pleaser and help others to the point of neglecting my own wants, needs, and boundaries. I guess when I say that I want to live for myself, I mean that I want to advocate for myself more instead of living and basing my entire self-worth on how much I can give (to my darling, parents, etc.). I don't want to completely depend on other people to feel happy, if that makes sense.

#your yandere #aidoneus asks #Balance is hard

[queen-scribbles]

Hi hi you don’t mind me popping in!! So I just read your tags on the TIM-LI Picture-Manipulation post and 👀👀 I am so here for Sheps who are FURIOUS about being forced to work with Cerberus/TIM. I’d love to hear how your Shep(s) handle the whole being brought back to life by Cerberus plot point.

(Also hehe complicated relationship status left off in ME1 just for everything to go to hell FEEL that with my Shakarian idiots)

Yeah, nope, pop right in, I love talking about my kids. I'm gonna do at least a little for the four main ones bc I think it's so interesting how their background/profile effects their view on the whole thing.

Boys first, since they're less developed 😅

Charlie(Earthborn/Ruthless) spent a decade working for a gang, then the time in Alliance military, and he's very ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ about authority in general, so he does to TIM what he's done before; "Uh-huh, sure"s his way through the conversation(maybe pushed back a little more against his BS) and then did what he thought was best regardless of what TIM wanted(Very big believer in "Easier to ask forgiveness than permission"). Long as he gets result and doesn't cost too much in the process, the worst he's ever gotten is a slap on the wrist, so TIM doesn't scare him anymore than his gang leader or DI did. xD Why waste a second chance at life, right? He was very "I know, dude" about Kaidan's whole thing with not trusting Cerberus on Horizon. He did relish blowing the Collector base to hell and flipping TIM double birds as he flew off in the nice shiny new warship. :3

Quinn(Colonist/Sole Survivor) viewed working with Cerberus and having their leash on his neck, so to speak, as the price to pay for them bringing him back and giving him a second shot at taking down the Reapers, since he feels like he failed first time around. Not thrilled about it, definitely looking for a way out, but if this is what it takes to defeat the Collectors, he doesn't really have much choice, does he? He romanced Ashley, and if anyone had overtly threatened to do anything to her, I think he would have just laughed and wished them good luck. xD

Emily(Spacer/War Hero) is grateful to be alive but sees working with Cerberus almost as a punishment, or penance of some sort or something like that. She failed against the Collectors and this arrangement was the price tag on getting another chance. A lot like Quinn(my Paragon bbys), but with added guilt. Almost like she deserves this, even though she hates it, bc she's The Hero and she failed at her job. She felt like she was suffocating, she wanted out, but they brought her back and they were the only ones taking the Reapers seriously, so she stayed. She struggled the most with her identity and holding herself together like puzzle missing pieces, and Horizon didn't help with that. A lot of the stuff Kaidan says there was stuff she'd wondered herself. She did not have a good time.

Lisa(Colonist/Ruthless, a delicious combo to play) might be grateful to be alive, but she's fucking furious at Cerberus for just about everything else, lol. How dare they try to use Kaidan to manipulate her? (if they touch one hair on his head-) How dare they toss her a couple of her friends as if that will make her happy with this arrangement? (happy as she is to see her bestie Tali again, she knows why TIM let her have Tali and Garrus back, it's to give her a tie to the crew and make her care and keep her here and she resent the hell out of the motivation even if she's relieved with the familiar faces) She feels trapped and manipulated and mentally is just semi-feral, lunging against her chains with every ounce of strength the entire way through. she'll work with them bc she has literally no choice, but doesn't ever miss a chance to push against it, to say "No, we do this MY FUCKING WAY. You need me, we do it the way I want", to grab for just a little bit of control. IF she has to stay bc Cerebrus is the only one Doing Anything against the Reapers/Collectors, she's gonna do everything she can to keep a little bit of agency. (Horizon was by far the worst for her bc of the complicated state of her and Kaidan relationship/romance, his pointing out the... murky morality of a choice she felt a) cornered into making and b) didn't feel like it was a choice hurt a LOT. She still got the romanced hug even with not sleeping with him and holy hell her emotions were a mess. She's not great with them anyway, and this did not help) Gonna c&p a post I made about one of the songs on her playlist bc it's still a pretty perfect summation of her attitude

 Masquerade by Lindsey Stirling gives me really big Lisa Shepard vibes. I’ve never been able to put my finger on it, it just felt like a song for her. It’s the music box feel of the song. Lisa feels very…. herded. Caged. Controlled through ME2.  More than my other Shepards she feels like the Illusive Man is just using her. A weapon in his arsenal, a wind up doll to point at a threat and make it no longer a threat because she’s Commander Shepard™, the one-woman army who Gets Shit Done and she resents it fiercely the whole way through. 

But she has to go along with it, stay in the cage, dance to his tune, bc the Collectors are a threat. And no one else seems to be doing a damn thing about it. And she’s Commander Shepard, the one-woman army who’s willing to get her hands dirty and do hard things if it gets shit done and apparently the Reapers are “her problem” for now, so if this is the only way she currently has of stopping them, well. What choice does she have?

No matter how much she hates it.

#BEHOLD a character ramble #i really need to flesh quinn out more #dude's so introverted even i don't know what he's thinking xD #charlie shepard #quinn shepard #emily shepard #lisa shepard #ty for the ask! #i love going off about my babies

[tobebbanburg]

oh god i just finished the first chapter of vanilla vodka, two shots (can’t remember the password to my ao3 acc so sending an ask lol) and it is single handedly going to turn me into a colinjamie girlie (i am a royjamie/ot3 truther at heart)

but seriously, your writing is absolutely beautiful. jamie’s pov is the most perfect flavour of angst. that bit about his house being so empty and lonely and how he’s all alone in london had my chest ACHING. i love how you write his voice and i am positively jittery waiting for more <3

(also, after looking at the post you have based this fic off of, i am so ready for the steamy Jamie Needs To Be A Good Boy If He Wants To Make It Up To Colin antics. if that’s something you’re going with. )

UFHH just. it’s so perfect. thank you for writing and posting, what a treat <3

Oh thank you so so much! (Honestly when I started writing Ted Lasso fic I was also team Royjamie/OT3 & Colin/Michael but then I wrote myself into this pairing and now here we are 😅)

I’m so glad you’re enjoying it so far, most of my Jamie fics to date have been post canon so it’s been really fun trying to dig into his S2 headspace. Boy had A Lot going on, bless him.

Mild spoiler but of the two enemies to lovers options in the inspo post the slightly darker one didn’t quite fit with the rest of this story, but the idea of it also has me completely taken and I’ll probably end up writing it too after this: what is fanfic for, after all, if not writing the same two idiots coming together over and over again in different ways! (Honestly any kind of ‘Jamie needs to be a good boy’ has a hold on me and this has reminded me I really need to finish my royjamie oneshot)

Thank you so much for this, it was such a lovely way to start my morning 🧡

#also I did get the second part of your ask but I have a photo I want to attach when I answer it #a photo that is sadly on my laptop back at home lmao #ask #ted lasso #my fanfic

[bluerose5]

Under the Mistletoe

[Something short and sweet for my symbrock muse (hope I'm not out of line for saying that 😅) @ask-symbrock based on their most recent post. 🥺]

It had been a while since Eddie was in a festive mood.

After their whole Halloween outing, they were back on the run, hopping from state to state —sometimes, from country to country, depending on their mood. They went wherever the "Lethal Protector" was needed, Eddie begrudgingly accepting the title as it gained traction amongst the media, mostly thanks to V and their apparent knack for publicity.

They were surprisingly good at crafting their public image, something that was sorely needed, given the fact that they were an alien that snacked on human heads for a living.

To be able to find something cheerful to take part in was a welcome distraction for both.

Which was exactly why they might or might not have "borrowed" a Christmas tree from a store close to their current apartment complex.

V had been generous enough to carry it back home.

Of course, that had been on the condition that Eddie would help decorate it, and he would have been an idiot to say no to an offer like that.

While he worked to untangle a string of lights, V was busy doing their own thing. Several tendrils emerged from Eddie's body. One fiddled with the radio station on a busted up stereo, another was busy heating up some hot cocoa, and the final of the trio was working on baking gingerbread cookies.

Eventually, his Other found a station with non-stop Christmas songs, leaving it there as they joyously sang along.

Eddie rolled his eyes at them, but even he joined in with a lighthearted hum, unable to contain his smile.

"Hey, V!" Eddie called out, not that he really needed to. After all, his Other had a front row seat to Eddie’s thoughts, but it was a comfort to be able to speak with them aloud rather than internally. "All I ask for tomorrow is that you act surprised when I give you your gift, okay?"

"Gift?!" V gasped dramatically. "You got me a gift? And here I am. I didn't get you anything!"

"Liar," Eddie chuckled. "You got something shipped to that P.O. box, didn't you?"

"My lips are sealed. I have no clue what you're talking about."

As Eddie wrapped the last line of lights around the tree, he muttered, "Uh-huh."

Plugging them in, he quickly tested them. Only a few didn't work, so he grabbed a few of the spare bulbs to replace them.

Once they were all set, it lit up like a —uh, well, like a Christmas tree!

As the fragrant aroma of cookies and chocolate permeated the apartment, Eddie focused on the tree's finishing touches. Soon enough, it was dressed up in an array of colors, ornaments and garlands of various kinds adorning its frame.

It sparkled, dazzling in its own right.

Stepping back, Eddie tried to dust any excess glitter off his hands and admired his handiwork.

"There," he stated, beaming with pride. "The tree's all set up." Tapping a tendril, the three appendages returned to his body at his silent request, replaced with his Other's face instead. His symbiote appraised the tree at his side, taking it in from top to bottom. "Well, what do you think, V?"

They were silent for a moment, screwing around with Eddie, before suddenly declaring, "It looks good enough to eat!"

How could one compliment cause Eddie to feel such a simultaneous spark of joy and horror.

"No, no, no..." Best to nip that in the bud. The thought of the indigestion alone caused him to shudder in revulsion. "We do not eat tre—"

"I'm gonna eat it!"

Eddie narrowed his eyes at them, pointing at them with a glare.

"Don't."

V huffed.

"What a killjoy," they sighed, but Eddie could thankfully feel their responding amusement. They had only been joking around.

Hopefully.

Of course, they wouldn't be his beloved symbiote if they didn't press their luck.

"Do we get to eat the mistletoe, though?" V teased.

Eddie scoffed.

"Maybe later," he said, noncommittal. V started to take shape beside him, towering over him with their bodies still connected by a multitude of tendrils. They hugged Eddie from behind, idly running their hands over the soft fabric of Eddie's sweater. "You know, the mistletoe does serve other purposes."

V caught on, playing along with glee.

"Really?" they asked, voice rumbling throughout their bodies. "What is that, I wonder?"

"Well," Eddie hummed, "perhaps it would be better if I showed you."

Turning in their arms, Eddie grasped at a stray tendril, dragging V along into the kitchen and dining area.

Above their small table, there dangled one of the very culprits in question.

Reaching out, Eddie cupped V's cheeks, standing up on his tiptoes. While his Other didn't have lips like a human, they covered their teeth enough for Eddie to press a light kiss over where their mouth should be. Eddie lingered yet still pulled away too quickly for V's liking.

In the blink of an eye, V had scooped Eddie up and set him on the edge of the table with ease. Eddie instinctively tossed his arms around broad shoulders, his legs wrapped around his Other’s waist.

V rested his forehead against Eddie's, a soothing hum emanating from their core.

"I love you, Eddie Brock," they murmured, said with much more confident and ease compared to when they first said it.

Eddie swallowed thickly past the lump in his throat, his heart pounding out of his chest.

Even now, even when Eddie was more certain of his feelings and theirs, it was difficult to comprehend that someone actually accepted him —that someone actually loved him, flaws and all.

Eddie leaned in close, took in a deep breath.

"Love you too, V." All at once, his breath left him. He smiled, little webs of black clinging to his fingers. His lips ghosted over V's mouth in a soft tease of a kiss. "Merry Christmas, darling."

"Merry Christmas, Eddie."

With that, they closed the distance between their lips, crashing together into a passionate kiss. V instantly deepened it, eager to explore Eddie’s mouth at his behest. They traced the tip of their tongue along the seam of his lips, trilling low in the back of their throat when Eddie parted them.

Their tongues brushed tentatively against one another at first, right before V's tongue ventured deeper. The dark alien mass emitted an excited, high-pitched squeal. Tiny tendrils caressed every inch of exposed skin that they could reach.

Body and mind merged together. Both of them melted into the comfort of a familiar embrace, unable to distinguish where one of them started and the other ended.

Although Eddie readily succumbed to the flow of their kiss, his Other let him take charge, guiding them through pace and passion.

They clung to each other until the very end. When Eddie finally broke the kiss, he gasped for air, pressed flush against his Other.

V smirked, watching as they dragged their claw down along the outline of Eddie's face.

A shiver raced down his spine.

"On second thought," V stated, "I think that I'll forgo eating the tiny plant. Apparently, it has its benefits."

Eddie barked out a breathless laugh.

"Apparently, so." That was when he got a whiff of an unpleasant odor, wrinkling his nose before he sniffed pointedly at the air. "Uh, V? I think the chocolate is burning."

Their eyes widened.

"Oh, shit!" They rushed into the kitchen, still connected by the thinnest of strands. "Not the chocolate!"

With a shake of his head, Eddie jumped down, helping salvage what they could.

#venom #venom ltbc #eddie brock #venom symbiote #symbrock #veddie #ask-symbrock #my writing #my fanfic #bluerose writes #word count 1262