#it's not something that's ever going to be up for discussion and i'm going to hold it on my own and that's ok

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Well, I Wasn't On That Tunnel ❤️

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Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3

Pairings: Ghoap x Reader.

Warnings: Poly relationship, rotating POV (mostly Simon's), panic attack, mentions of guns and war (this is COD so), mentions of cheating but it just three idiots not knowing what poly is ❤️

Soap gets thrown into action ridiculously quick, barely passing the psychological evaluation and he is ready to go back to war. It had costed you multiple fights with Price, even with Laswell, to try and keep him from going back.

It didn't matter how many times you debated it, or how solid your arguments were. If the psychiatrist decided that Johnny was ready.... He was. 

Even if she contradicted herself, even if you said Johnny had forgotten half of his experience, even if you said he was still in physical rehab. 

All of that didn't matter.

And no matter how hard you fought it, barely a couple of months after you returned to base, Johnny was putting on his uniform to leave. 

Price wasn't the only one you argued with, the frustration of feeling like you were sending Johnny to the slaughterhouse caused you to be irascible and, even if you didn't mean to, to lash out at anyone who would disagree with you. 

Even if Johnny was the one who was opposing you.

"Lass, I don't want to go away being in a fight with you." He began to say as he strapped on his vest.

"Then don't leave." You replied from the door frame and your arms crossed.

"Baby... We've been over this, please.... I have to..." She said, hands raised and voice soft as if speaking to a frightened animal.

And that's how you felt, like a dog being promised by his owner that he's not going to abandon him as he walks out the door with a target on his forehead.

Just like Johnny, you had also had sessions with the base psychiatrist; but unlike him, you had not been given a pass. You were more than ready to be discharged, but if they clared you, then you would have the power to say that Johnny was not ready to return.

So the amnesiac who two months ago could not walk was prepared to return to the battlefield. And you, whose only psychological damage was to see him dead, were bound hand and foot as you watched him go to almost certain death.

"No! You don't have to, Johnny! Don't you realize what they're doing!!!?" You burst out, once again, uncrossing your arms to express your displeasure with the situation.

"Of course I realize! I have amnesia, I'm not an idiot!" He responded in the same tone as you, causing guilt to build up in your opinion. "I'm still capable of making my own decisions so you don't need to make them for me anymore! Don't you realize I need to feel useful!"

Johnny didn't want to yell at you, or lose control and say something he didn't mean; but he was still human and frustration had gotten the better of him too. 

Ever since he saw how Ghost had left you in your room, the fact that you had been together obvious; Johnny hadn't been able to help but compare himself to the blond. 

At first it was physical, the time immobilized had left him thinner. When Gaz showed him a picture from before the accident he doubted that he could ever be as wide as he was before... Almost the same as Ghost. 

But not now.

Now he was shorter, weaker, more inexperienced... He had nothing to beat him with, to compete for you. And Johnny knew it. 

Besides, he was sure that you must have felt him as a burden. A big baby you had to take care of so he wouldn't choke if you didn't cut his food. 

So when he was asked if he wanted to come back, he didn't think twice. Later, when he told you about it and saw how your expression changed to one of absolute panic, he regretted not asking you before agreeing. But his pride was hurt when he saw you arguing with everyone you could to keep him from going. 

This was not your first discussion on the subject, and every time it ended you both felt like idiots; for hurting the other indirectly and for knowing that you were not able to convey your own feelings to each other. 

And Simon has been the scavenger vulture that has taken advantage of each and every one of those discussions. 

As soon as he realized that you had argued, Simon would go from one to the other. 

"I'm worried about him too, love. But Johnny's still Johnny, nothing's going to happen to him, you'll see." He would say to you.

"I understand you, Johnny.... It's normal that you want to go back to the battlefield.... It's where you always shine the most..." I said to him.

And so on and so forth.

Simon wasn't looking to fuel any enmity between the two of them, it didn't make sense when he was the one who wanted to join the pair. But when he saw the small chasm that the argument created, he only strove to shape it into his own form; to pull the two of them into him once inside. 

It was a turning point on his relationship with Johnny. In no way enough for the blue eyed man to like him, but now he answered when he talked to him. 

He had managed to catch Johnny with his guard down a couple of nights ago, after what seemed like the biggest argument between the two of you. You didn't even let Simon in your room. But Johnny did. 

They spend the greater part of the night talking, it was obvious that Johnny has been wanting to rant and would rather have somebody to do it that simply talking to the void. He had to do his greater effort to not take more than Johnny was giving him, to not get closer as he spoke; even if he mumble and could barely hear him. Not to hug him when he saw his eye shine with unspilled tears when he talked about making you sad. Not to lay him over his lap and beat his ass black and blue when he confessed some of the things he had said to you. 

He pulled back, he stayed on a safe distance. And the next day he got his reward when Johnny finally spoke to him first.

“Morning, Lt.” 

Like a ghost of his life before the accident.

It was your turn now.

The night before the flight to his new mission. 

It wasn't meant to be a difficult mission, and even though he new there was always some risk, he wouldn't have allowed Johnny to tag along if he knew there was an actual threat. 

He also knew that you couldn't see that, and he understood perfectly why. He just neded to think about how much time you were alone with an unconscious Johnny, everyone would have gone crazy in your situation. 

Stranded, injured, taking care of an unresponsive person, that person being a loved one… he knows he wouldn't have been rescued. But you turned off that part of you brain, focusing on keeping Johnny alive and yourself by correlation.

Fear and despair are human emotions, and you can't have those if you turn yourself in a machine. And Simon knew that well.

He agreed with the psychiatrist up to a certain point, you had developed a link to Johnny during your stay that needed to be broken. Focusing on keeping Johnny alive kept you sane, when losing your mind or asking for help meant your death or Johnny's. 

But that risk was no longer there, therefore you should have let go of it; but the rope is already under your skin to do so and now you panic even at the thought of it. The suppressed feelings too mixed and too tight inside of your mind to make sense. 

That's how you found yourself now, curling on Simon's lap, hyperventilating as you cry your eyes out. The rope keeping you hanging over your feeling finally snapped, and you fell right onto his arms.

And if it weren't for the heartbroken way you were crying, Simon would have been happy to be the one you had looked to for relief. 

Simon didn't try to talk to you, knowing you wouldn't even hear him over the sound of your cries, he simply hugged you and stroked your head; while you cried on his shoulder, his shirt getting wet with your tears, drool and snot. Completely crumbling after finally facingyour long neglected feelings.

The fear of dying in the tunnel, the pain of injury, the anxiety of a possible ambush at any moment, the constant tension that Johnny will suddenly get worse. All out, back into the world. 

It's when you're choking on your own saliva, coughing and breathing tightly together causing you to gag, that Simon moves his hands to your arms, gently pushing you to see you better. 

But his heart shrinks when he notices your hands gripping his shirt tightly as a whimper escapes your lips. Still, and with as much willpower as he can, he pulls your trembling hands away from the clothes, with them quickly grabbing his hand instead. 

You are still hyperventilating, your head is lowered and Simon can only see the tears falling as your whole body trembles. 

"What’s that sound?" Simon suddenly asks, and your too-curious-for-your-own-good nature betrays you by making you fall for his trick. 

Because your cries gradually diminish in volume, to try and hear whatever Simon is talking about. But the short moment when you're just hiccuping, trying to breathe normally to hear better, is all Simon needs. 

He grabs the tissue from the bedside table, bringing it up to your nose to blow your snot. A confused expression comes over your face, would he really blow your nose? 

You take the tissue from his hand and do it yourself, asking him for a couple more before finally feeling your face dry from tears and so on. 

"I'm sorry" You whisper, with Simon quickly quipping to you before you can finish.

"You have nothing to be sorry for. It was about time you got it out, love." He tells you, helping you to lean against him again. 

You snuggle into him, your head resting on his dry shoulder and your hands pressed to your chest, making it easy for Simon to wrap his arms around you. 

He knows you still have a lot more to release inside you, but he also knows it's not the pain you can vent in a single crying session. But the first step has been taken.

And more importantly, the next morning when you say goodbye to the two of them before they leave for their mission, you talk to Johnny again. 

"You be careful, okay? And no more head banging, Johnny." You mutter, moving Johnny's head so his forehead rests on yours. 

"Of course, bonnie. We'll be back before you miss me." Johnny replies, giving you a kiss on the cheek, right next to the nose wetting his lips with the single tear that escapes you.

In addition, once on the plane, Jonny watches him for a while before speaking again. 

"You talked to her, didn't you?"

"Yes, last night."

"Thanks.”

Once on the battlefield, Johnny's attention is once again focused on Ghost. On the intimidating, terrifying lieutenant who at every turn turns around to make sure Johnny is still behind him, without a scratch.

Johnny is aware of the void in his memory of the last few years of his life. But he remembers perfectly the years of his adolescence when he doubted so much about his sexuality. How his eyes would run after every pretty girl he passed in the halls of high school. And at night, when he can't sleep; he still remembers the awkward erection when the captain of his rugby team tackled him during practice, leaving Johnny pressed against the ground.

It has been many years since Johnny came to terms with the fact that he preferred not to put labels on something he didn't fully understand. 

So when in the middle of a surprise exchange of gunfire Simon grabbed his arm hiding Johnny behind him to make sure he didn't get hit and his eyes were fixed on the small space of exposed skin between the glove and the sleeve, and Johnny watched him for longer than would be considered normal.... He was not really surprised.

Johnny can see what you see in Simon. Especially because of the way he treats him, even if Johnny doesn't know. Simon cannot help himself. 

In his Johnny the one at stake. 

With anyone else, Simon wouldn't hesitate to let his nasty nature called Ghost, which he has cultivated to keep people away, shine through. But not with Johnny. Nor with you. 

At least not when his goal is to find his niche between the two of you. 

So Johnny sees for the first time, what if he were able to remember, he saw between the cracks of Ghost's mask after years. 

And just as it happened to him before the accident.... Johnny can't help but feel the butterflies when Simon looks into his eyes.

"You alright, Johnny?”

Against all odds, but still not surprising to either of them, the mission ends up lasting much longer than they both thought it would.

This ends up working to Simon's advantage, as it continues to push Johnny towards him. 

Their relationship continues to mutate by leaps and bounds, as the day before they boarded the plane Johnny could barely look him in the eye without hatred in his pupils. 

This is why, when they finally start to mobilize to return to base and the two of them are assigned to return in a single car with no one else; that Johnny deviates from the road and parks on the side of the road. 

"Can I ask you something, Lieutenant?"

And Simon questions for a moment if there really is anything Johnny could ask him that he wouldn't be willing to answer. 

"Go ahead."

"Before the accident... What was the situation?"

"Elaborate."

"Between us... and with her."

And Simon knows perfectly well what Johnny is referring to, the scotsman is neither stupid nor blind.

"What would it affect how things were before the accident?"

"Everything!"

"Give me an example, Johnny."

"Whatever." Johnny backs off, jerking his hand to restart the car. 

Except Simon is quicker and takes the key out of the ignition and out of Johnny's hand.

"Explain yourself, Johnny."

"No, whatever, we're late."

"Until I get there no one leaves, we can be as late as we want to be. Explain yourself."

Johnny puffs, running a hand through his hair, messing it up even more if possible. 

"I feel at a disadvantage, okay?" Johnny admits, glancing at Simon for a second before looking ahead again. "I feel like everyone is aware of what's going on and everything that happened before the accident. And that everyone's talking over my shoulder as if instead of amnesia I was stupid. And I have feelings that don't make sense for me to have in such a short time, and the only thing that makes sense in my mind is that they were already there before the accident!"

The two remain in awkward silence for more minutes than is desirable.

"Do you have feelings for me, Johnny?"

"No!"

One more awkward silence.

"For her?" 

"...I don't know."

"You don't know or you don't want to admit it?"

"I don't know!"

Simon is frustrated with myself, and is aware that Johnny must be equally frustrated. Two grown men too stubborn to admit their feelings.

Simon huffs, pondering his next move for just a few seconds before removing his mask. The move catches Johnny's attention and he turns to look at him, just in time to see Simon grab his face to crash his lips against his. 

It's a peck. Nothing more.

But it's enough to make Johnny look at him like he's just grown horns on his head. Simon can practically see the smoke coming out of Johnny's ears, but he also sees his eyes stare for a millisecond at his lips again. And that's all he needs.

"Do you want to talk about feelings or do you want to show them to me, Mactavish?"

Johnny only needs a second to unbuckle his belt and grab Simon's vest to pull him closer to him. 

Johnny knows this isn't the way, that they should talk, clear out everything, lay the groundwork for the strange triangle they're excluding you from for now by doing it this way. 

But after the time spent together on the mission, every glance, every brush, every word exchanged. Johnny knows this isn't the right way to do it, but he knows it's the easiest. And for now, that's enough for him. 

Johnny moves over the console to reach Simon; it's an awkward position with the gearshift lever digging into his thigh. But when Simon's hands travel to the back of his thighs and he sits him on his lap it all fits together like puzzle pieces. 

It's an aggressive kiss, with both wanting to take the lead; teeth clashing, drool sliding down the corner of their lips and one's breath colliding with the other's. 

It's Simon who gives in, letting Johnny enter his mouth, savoring the taste of the cigarette he smoked just before starting the car. A horrible taste that tastes like glory coming from the blond's mouth. 

Despite the multiple layers of clothing, Johnny can perfectly feel Simon's cock harden under his weight. Johnny lowers his hand to Simon's belt, unbuckling it carelessly; parting the kiss to look down at what he's doing.

That moment Simon takes the opportunity to speak. "You're not going to let me fuck you, are you?"

Johnny laughs softly, shaking his head at the same time. "Didn't you ask me to show you my feelings, blondie? I'm going to show them to you, just as good as I showed her."

"Can't fucking wait." Simon declares pulling Johnny's hair to kiss him again once he manages to unbuckle his belt.

Johnny slips his hand into Simon's boxers, wrapping his hand around his member and pulling it out of the confines of the garment. Simon moans at the not very gentle maneuver, Johnny's calloused hand moving up and down against the dry skin making him groan. 

Johnny notices the lack of lubrication and spits a heavy blob of saliva onto his tip, Simon sighing in relief at the much desired wetness. 

"Now imagine if instead of my drool it was her pussy juices, Simon." Johnny murmurs, licking Simon's neck making Simon groan letting his head fall back against the headrest. 

"That's a fucking dream, Johnny." Is all he manages to reply. 

Johnny laughs, unbuckling his own belt with one hand as he continues to massage Simon's length with the other. When he manages to get his own member out he also positions himself as close as he can to Simon, cock against cock. Needing to use both hands to encircle both members as he moves them up and down, bringing them both fully to life; noticing how they harden between his fingers.

It is impossible for him not to move his hips against his hands, both moaning in unison at the friction between their cocks. The little droplets of cum that are born from their members helping to increase the mess of fluids.

It's only when Johnny decides that enough is enough that they change positions. Simon takes off his pants, limiting himself to removing one boot so he can stick one leg out; and Johnny tells him how he wants him to lie on the back seats. 

The man is too big for the car seats, with his head resting on the hand rest by the door and his knees bent to fit. Johnny kneels on his chest, trying not to drop his weight on it so as not to suffocate Simon. With the hand he has on the base of his member, he moves it so that he slaps Simon on the mouth. 

"Careful, Johnny" Simon warns him, trying to let Johnny know that he is in control for as long as Simon wants. 

Johnny smiles, winking at him. Perfectly aware of the danger but unafraid of the consequences. "We don't have any other lube, Lieutenant. Ye better blow me good."

Simon grunts, parting his lips so Johnny can enter his mouth. Johnny begins to move his hips, slowly so the Brit can get used to the width of his member. Johnny moans as he feels the warmth of his mouth around his member, the muscle of his tongue caressing the underside of it causing a shiver to run up his back.

Johnny looks over his shoulder, dropping his eyes to Simon's member, taking a moment to admire it in all its splendor. It's long, easily over 7 inches, uncut, lying flat on the part of his abdomen exposed by his wrinkled T-shirt, slightly tilted to one side by his own weight and with a healthy amount of mouthwatering veins that make Johnny's mouth water.

But today, Johnny has a different mission. He slips two of his fingers into his own mouth licking them as he makes eye contact with Simon while continuing to move his hips; driving deeper and deeper into his mouth. 

The hand that was at the base of his member moves to Simon's head, grabbing his hair and holding it still. The other, once satisfied with how wet his fingers are, moves it to between Simon's legs, brushing his member with his forearm as he does so and begins to press into Simon's tight entrance with his index finger. 

Johnny notices him tense up for half a second at the sudden pressure before letting his body relax under Johnny's caresses and he pushes in to the first phalanx of his first finger. Moving his hand and hips in tandem.

Simon's jaw soon starts to ache, especially when Johnny begins to thrust forward; Simon's nose brushing against Johnny's pubes.

And yet, Simon moans when Johnny slips a second finger into his ring of muscle. They are both aware that Johnny's fingers are not enough to accommodate Johnny's girth, but in their perverted minds it only adds to the kinkiness. 

Johnny finally pulls away from Simon's mouth, a trickle of drool connecting his lips to Johnny's member still. Mouth empty, Simon is free to moan as Johnny opens and closes his fingers inside Simon.

"I didn't know you were a singer, Lieutenant."

"Johnny... Shut the fuck up..." Is all Simon can reply. 

Johnny pulls his fingers out, making Simon sigh, and moves to stand between Simon's legs, as comfortable as he can inside the cramped vehicle. 

He thinks about it for a second before moving his hands under his officer's knees and moving them towards his head, easily folding him in half; the sergeant's strength taking him by surprise. 

But what really surprises him is feeling the sergeant's wet tongue at his entrance, making him moan pathetically at the contact. It's a couple of mere licks, nothing more, before Johnny breaks away licking his lips; then spits a fat glob of saliva at the entrance.

The sergeant lowers his legs, sitting back up and Simon slightly blushing at the ease with which he has moved him to his surprise. 

"I'll take it slow, okay?" Johnny suddenly says, a touch of gentleness amidst the strange scuffle that lets his true feelings show.

Johnny pushes forward slightly, both of them hissing at the tight feeling. Johnny's hand find their place on Simon's hips, with Simon's hand finding support on his wrists. 

“Fuckin' hell, Johnny…” Simon moans whe Johnny has barely gotten past the puffy tip. 

“You are going to choke my dick off, Simon” he moans, throwing his head back. 

Slowly but steadily Johnny bottoms out inside of Simon, feeling his insides pulse around his length in a vice-like grip. Simon has never felt this full, feeling the weight of Johnny's shaft all the way back on his column. 

Johnny slowly starts to move, painfully slow lo let the other finally adjust to the invasion. The moans and whispers growing in volume as Johnny starts to pick up the pace of his thrust. 

And is not long before Johnny as a steady rhythm, hip slapping against his, Simon's cock slapping slightly against his abdomen with each thrust. Is when Johnny starts to snap his hips harder that Simon needs to move one his hands from Johnny's wrist to the door of the car to avoid getting a concussion with the hits of his head against it. 

Simultaneously, and completely unaware of it, their minds travel to you. How would you fit in between them; would you ride Simon while Johnny rides him? Would you sit on Simon's face while Johnny rides Simon? Would they both fuck you senseless?

Johnny's free hand moves to Simon's shaft, grabbing it hard and tugging, forcing a whine out of Simon. “Shit! Johnny, that's- that's too much! Fuck!” Simon moans loudly, the double stimulation enough to make him throw his head back; hitting the door with the lack of strength left on his body. 

“That's too much for you, Lt?” Johnny asks between grunts and moans. “And how will you handle her riding you while I fuck you?” The mental image making both moan. 

“Once we are back… I'm destroying your ass, Johnny.” Simon manages to say through gritted teeth to avoid a moan from scaping his mouth.

Johnny chuckles at his threat. “Are you asking me on a second date, blondie?” He says, he bends down to kiss Simon again, and right before crashing his lips together he whispers “I can't fucking wait, Si.”

The new angle Johnny hits when bending down has Simon seeing white dots on his vision, and when Johnny tugs at his shaft again, thick ropes of cum spur on his abdomen pooling in his navel. He clenches down around Johnny's lengths, making him moan loudly and he barely manages to pull out before combusting over Simon stomach as well, the seed of both mixing together over his skin. 

The car windows are fogged up as Johnny sits in the seat opposite Simon. Grabbing bandages from the first aid kit in his backpack so Simon can clean himself. Johnny readjusts, putting away his dick and buckling his belt; watching as Simon does the same once he manages to pull his pants back up and buckles his boot.

“About… about how we felt before the accident…” Simon breaks the silent, looking ahead. “We were never together… and I can't talk on behalf of her or you, but for me… I knew I felt things for…” Simon sighs, struggling to choose the right words. “I knew I used to feel things for the two of you… I still do.”

Johnny doesn't say anything, being able to tell that Simon still has more to say but needs a moment to regroup his feelings. 

"Especially with you. The tunnel accident... It wasn't your first brush with death, Johnny. A couple of years ago, on a mission in Mexico, well, in Las Almas.... Things happened, and you and I got separated, we got... Uncommunicated... From each other and from everyone..." Simon narrates, recounting a mission that doesn't tug at Johnny's memory strings in the least. "On that mission I thought... I thought I'd lost you, Johnny. And it was in that moment that I thought I'd lost you that I realized they weren't just friends' feelings..."

Simon laughs dryly, rubbing his face with his hand before continuing. "I almost declared myself back then.... And several times after that but.... But then the tunnel thing happened and..."

The sentence is half-spoken, but neither Simon needs to say more nor Johnny needs to hear it. 

"And... And you think I loved you back, Simon?"

"I'd like to think you did, Johnny.”

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epilogue: Happy Ever After

Lando Norris x OC (Violet Sinclair)

same group friend, unrequited love, acquittances to lovers, ski trip, love triangle, life as lovers

a/n: So this is officially the end! I wanted to make a different epilogue of what I used to make! In this epilogue you'll watch what Lando and Violet did for the next few years. And of course, I had to make little cameos of ACOTAR.

If someone wants to ask me to make an extra chapter abot their story, I'm very happy to make it!

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26 of December of 2024

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violetsinclair A whole year with this curly haired man. I love you Lan, love of my life🧡

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landonorris For more mornings next to you🧡

maxfewtrell You guys deserve everything good in this world, no one suffered as you two and none of you gave up

violetsinclair Maaaaaaxx🥹🥹😭😭

maxfewtrell You are not crying, right?

landonorris yes she is

carlossainz55 congratulations you guys❤️

violetsinclair Eh! No red hearts in my feed! Only orange!

landonorris I love you🥹🧡

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landonorris Never give up our dreams, they always come true. I love you with my whole being 🧡

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violetsinclair Thank you for not giving up on me, never. You are everything I ever wanted and I'll never stop loving you 🧡

landonorris I love you so much😍

mclaren Our favorite pair of brits 🥹🧡

February of 2025

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violetsinclair Story of the day I became a dog mom🐾🧡:

Today Lando came to pick me up from work with a suspicious grin of his face. He said something about going out for the day, to spend the afternoon somewhere away from the city. And of course I believed it! He sounded very convincing!

We had lunch on a very nice place next to a river, but I noticed him a little nervous while looking at his watch. We collected everything and went back to bed, thinking we were going back home.

Turns out he had other plans! We went to a land where the owner has a lot of puppies! And then I found this beautiful black little guy and I immediately fell in love with him. And of course, Lando had everything planned and already came with things for the puppy.

Everyone, meet Rhysand Norris (yeah, it's on purpose. And I wasn't the one that chose the name🤭)

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maxfewtrell I still can't believe you named my godson after a fictional character...

violetsinclair I beg you pardon? It was about time that I had a pet named after him

maxfewtrell what about the options I gave you?

landonorris Rhysand is Rhysand, no more discussion

maxfewtrell Rude. But I'll still name him Reese

violetsinclair Fair enough for me

sarahjmaas His name definitely fit him!

violetsinclair omg hi I love you. Now I can die in peace

landonorris Hi sarahjmaas you want to meet him? We're fans :)

sarahjmaas Sure!

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mclaren look who came! Rhys is in the paddock! The high lord is the the house!🤭👀🧡

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f1 It was nice having this little one around! He stole everyone's heart

roscoelovescoco It's always nice having a doggie friend around! 🐶🐶

violetsinclair Admin is now in love with Rhys🥰 I'm a proud mom

mclaren the high lord deserves every fan he has :)

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landonorris Today the love of my life got her degree of History of Art! I can't be prouder of her 😍😍

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violetsinclair 🥹😚🥰

martingarrix photo creds mate...

landonorris I paid you dinner

martingarrix so?

violetsinclair Habemus pacem kids... but you made amazing pics! I love them🥰

martingarrix thanks Vi, at least you are more decent than him

violetsinclair Of course! Now I have a doctorate

landonorris stop bullying me

July of 2025

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landonorris And of course, Rhysand is no one without his mate. Welcome home, Feyre🧡

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sarahjmaas Omg I can't believe it! You really found Rhys a Feyre!🥹🥹

violetsinclair (I still can't believe I befriended you) Yeah! She's the cutest! You should come and meet her

sarahjmaas oh I'll definitely will

mclaren Still impressive how we have a crossover of ACOTAR and F1...

landonorris You're welcome 😉

December of 2025

violetsinclair

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violetsinclair P3 in the Drivers Championship for my man! Couldn't be prouder of you🧡

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maxvertappen1 White looks good and you, huh? Right, Lando?👀

landonorris 🤔🤔🤔

landonorris Don't know what you are talking about

fia Where did you leave the high lord and lady? We wanted to see them

violetsinclair They stayed at home🥹 but next year they won't miss it

October of 2026

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violetsinclair Life lately🐾🧡🎶🎨

pietra.pilao That was the best day of my life🥹

violentsinclair agree

landonorris agree

taylorswift agree

violetsinclair omfg hi 😭

December of 2026

landonorris, violentsinclair

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landonorris Right where everything started, where I confessed you my feelings, where I had you in my arms for the first time and then where you said yes to a lifetime with me. I can't wait to continue this journey with you🧡

And thank you maxfewtrell and pietra.pilao for keeping the secret and not being suspicious, making sure I don't lose the ring after months of having it and for taking the pictures for us🧡

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mclaren I'm not crying🥹 congratulations!!!

carlossainz55 You are maturing, I can't be prouder of you. Congratulations to both of you, can't wait to see you and hug you!

maxfewtrell It was such a pleasure taking pet of am important moment of your life, as always, mate. And I won't stop saying it, you two deserve everything good

violetsinclair For how long did you know about this?

pietra.pilao You would get surprised...

March of 2027

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violetsinclair God news and bad news!

The good news: I'll be some months working here, in Egypt! I had the pleasure of receiving a call from the museum so I can experience how they work in the ruins and and translate some ancient papyrus.

The bad news: Lando and I will have to be some months apart and I can't attent to his races like I used to do. But this won't stop me for supporting him or loving him every day more.

This is just another chapter of our story, not the end.

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landonorris I can't be prouder of you, love. You always fight for your dreams and I'm so happy for you that you can finally achieve them. I can't wait to have you in my arm again. Rhys, Feyre and I love you so much.

violetsinclair I already miss you😭

maxfewtrell Super proud of you! Now I can say that my best friend works in Egypt and will appear in a documentary soon

violetsinclair You and Pi are welcomed in my house anytime you want to see some nice old people :)

mclaren Admin is going to miss you... But I'm proud of you!

violetsinclair Admiiiin🥹

April of 2027

landonorris added a new story

maxfewtrell You couldn't be away for more months, can't you?

landonorris Stay away from Pi for some weeks and then answer me again

maxfewtrell God, are you moody?

landonorris I experienced the No Nut November in March. I don't recommend it at all

maxfewtrell I didn't need the details...

landonorris Sorry😩

violetsinclair

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violetsinclair I'm super super super happy to announce that the "Cleopatra" series are finally out! Netflix and I worked alongside to make this amazing series about the absolute queen of Egypt. I hope everyone likes it!

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netflix We were so happy to have you on set and work with you!

landonorris Who else knows a couple that both of them worked with Netflix? I'm so proud of my girl!

August of 2027

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violetsinclair I can't believe that this is my last day as your girlfriend and tomorrow I'll be able to call you my husband for the rest of our lives.

And this morning I remembered my best friend Eloise while I was getting my things ready for the big day, crying a little and then smiling at her pictures. I miss you, Eli. I wish you could be with us, celebrating my wedding and standing next to me. I miss you, I never stop thinking about you.

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landonorris Eloise is watching us, babe. I'm sure she's proud of who you became

maxfewtrell She's proud for sure, we miss her

mclaren Can't wait to be there tomorrow, we are proud of you two

carlossainz55 The best pair I ever met, can't wait to watch you two linking your lives together

violetnorris, landonorris

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landonorris We are still over the moon about yesterday. It was so beautiful watching everyone, sharing our most special day with all of you. I still can't believe this morning I woke up next to my wife.

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carlossainz55 You two made a beautiful wedding, I will never forget how you two looked at each other. Felicidades, cabrón

georgerussel63 Can't believe you are the same small boy that debuted on F1 next to me and Alex. Now look at you, mate.

oscarpiastri I still remember the day you introduced Violet to me. You told me that you were going to marry her one day

landonorris What's going on with you guys georgerussel63 and oscarpiastri? You want to make me cry or what? Yesterday wasn't enough?🥹

December of 2027

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violetnorris Maldivas🥰🧡

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landonorris 😚

June of 2028

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violetnorris The last few months some of you were sending me Dm's and even asking Lando why I stopped going to the races, if I was sent to Egypt again for work. Well, I guess now our little secret is out! Baby Norris coming in October👶🏻🧡

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oscarpiastri Now it makes sense why I saw the other day Lando asking to the person in charge of the merch to give him an onesie of McLaren... Congrats you two!

landonorris I thought no one saw me🥹

oscarpiastri I guess you were wrong

quadrant Okay, baby collection in progress.....

carlossainz55 I know I'll be the favorite uncle

oscarpiastri Excuse me?

danielricciardo Excuse me??

alex_albon You're joking, right?

georgerussel63 I bed you pardon?

violetnorris Okay guys, no fighting...

October of 2028

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landonorris 17 of October of 2028. Baby Eloise Claire Norris decided to come some days earlier. Mommy and baby are okay🧡

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charles_leclerc 17 is always a good number❤️ Can't wait to meet her

carlossainz55 So happy for you, man. She looks like you

oscarpiastri On my way to meet her!

mclaren on our way* to meet her!

maxfewtrell My goddaughter is so beautiful 🥹😍

pietra.pilao Our* goddaughter 🥹😍

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[jadeylovesmarvelxo]

Mean Eddie series. Part one part two

Minors shoo. More angst I'm afraid, jealous Eddie but our boy won't admit it.

💌🫣

How you've managed to avoid Eddie for a full week is anyone's guess but between cheer practice, sleepovers with Chrissy and hanging out with Steve and Robin, it's like a soothing balm for your heartache.

Except at the dead of night when the ache from missing Eddie threatens to overwhelm you. The thing is you're stubborn and you highly doubt Eddie is missing you. Why would he?

Billy Hargrove has also been trying to catch your attention, he's been flirting for the entire week and he's not shy about doing it in front of others either.

It's not like Billy isn't handsome, he is. However you've heard far too many things about him dating multiple girls, being a player. You weren't interested in being another notch on his bedpost.

As your at your locker and attempting not to look Eddie's way, his locker is right across from yours and he's busy chatting to Gareth, discussing the new Hellfire campaign he's planning.

You'd been with Eddie once while he was knee deep in campaign planning, watched as his tongue poked out while he was writing and weaving a new story for the next Hellfire night. He looked so cute and it made you giggle, Eddie smirks amused at your giggles.

"Princess, I said no interruptions if you stayed, I may need to punish you for that" he kissed you then proceeded to tickle you until you were breathless and laughing, Eddie watching you with a soft smile on his face.

It was one of the moments with him where you thought the two of you could be more. Obviously you were wrong.

Billy brings you out of your reverie and you realise he's been standing talking to you for a full minute. Shit. What did he say?

"We could go to the party then somewhere more private babe?" He winks at you and you jump as you hear a locker slam. Eddie's.

Gareth is watching him confused as he gathers up his notes. "Dude, what's up with you?" you tear your eyes away from Eddie and back to an expectancy Billy.

"Sorry, I have other plans with Chrissy" Billy frowns but spots Eddie before he can say anything else.

"Hey man, you got any weed for me? Need some tonight" Eddie's gaze briefly drifts over to you and your heart skips a beat, then he looks away and disappointment curdles in your stomach.

"No, I don't have any for you and your girlfriend" he spits out the word and you freeze. What was up with him? Evidently Billy must be thinking the same thing.

"What's crawled up your ass Munson?" Billy snaps and Eddie's brown eyes meet his, they flash dangerously. He's never been intimidated by Billy and he isn't going to start now.

"Next time you two want to flirt can you do it out of the way of us peasants. You're bringing my lunch up dude" you freeze at Eddie's tone. Seriously what the fuck was up with him?

Before Billy can reply you do. "You're insufferable Eddie. Billy's not my boyfriend. Not that is any of your business" you can feel the anger clawing inside of you and just dare Eddie to say something stupid.

He shrugs and avoids your gaze. "Your love life isn't my concern" he murmurs and you swear you're this close to losing it. You take a deep breath and shake your head.

"Whatever Munson" you're tired of crying about someone who just doesn't care. You walk away but Eddie calls out to you.

"Wait" you wait with baited breath for him to say something, anything. Come on Eddie. But he doesn't, he just stays quiet and you feel another crack in your heart.

"Never mind" whatever he was about to say it's gone now and you curse yourself for daring to hope.

Fuck you Eddie.

...

Stop, you're losin' me

I can't find a pulse

Stop, you're losin' me

Stop, you're losin' me

My heart won't start anymore

For you

'Cause you're losin' me

Taylor swift- You're losing me.

...

I don't want you to lose me, you think through your anger but nothing will ever change so what was the point of hoping.

💌❤️

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #jealous eddie #eddie munson angst #eddie munson

[russellsppttemplates]

Hii🫶🏻 So for the blurb night I was thinking about a wedding planning with Lance. He wants to take part in everything even if it means staying up late after a race night just to decide the flowers and cakes and sets absolutely no budget as he wants the teader to have absolutely the best day🥺 like imagine going to cake tasting eith them and choosing the menu. Uhh, to be a wag😩

"Please, Lance. We have to pick a cake! We have already been to so many bakeries and we are running out of time and offers - not to mention the money I'm sure this is costing despite you telling me it doesn't matter", you sighed.

"I just want to make sure you have the best day ever and you have all you've dreamed of", Lance said as he sat at the table with you after he alerted the bakeshop owner you had arrived for the tasting.

"Lance, I love you, and you know I'm not lying when I say this - my dream is spending the rest of my life with you, and yes, I want us to have our perfect day and for that we need to make decisions!", you hissed slightly.

"I have a feeling you'll like these a lot", Lance winked as the owner started bringing out the different cakes, explaining what was in each one of them before letting you take a bite.

"Vanilla is always a safe option, I feel like that's something everyone likes", you reasoned as you tasted the sponge, "but red velvet has been my favourite", you tapped the plate.

"Did you like this", he checked the label, "fresh lemon one? I think it tastes nice and with the wine and champagne we picked out it would be a nice contrast", Lance offered.

"I did - I'm torn between these two", you pouted.

"Is there something I can help you with?", the older man said as he approached the table, noticing you were already discussing options.

"Actually, yes - would you be able to make a cake with two flavours? We really like these two and perhaps there's a way to make it happen", your soon to be husband said.

"Yes, we can do different layers, but that would have a different price point than the ones we discussed earlier, let me just get the price table for you", he said.

"No need for that - we've settled on it then", Lance stated.

The owner went back to the counter to gather the forms so you could make the order while Lance took another bite of the cake, "before you go at me, it's what we both wanted and now we'll have a great cake - that's all I care about", Lance smiled, knowing the thoughts going on your mind.

"You're lucky you're charming like that", you teased, kicking his chin playfully and smiling at him.

.

"I'm home, I'm home!", Lance said as he walked through the door, leaving his backpack on the floor along with his shoes before he met you in the dining room table, "hey love", he kissed the top of your head and sat down after he greeted your mother, his mother and his sister.

"You didn't have to rush home like that - wasn't there traffic?", you wondered.

"I took a short cut - I didn't want to you to this alone", Lance said as he looked at the different arrangements.

"Hey, little brother, Hi! You've greeted me so I'm sure you noticed your fiancée wasn't alone", Chloe lightly swatted the nape of his neck as everyone laughed.

"So these are the ones we decided on after the Monaco GP", you pointed to the five options you and Lance picked out in your hotel bed over some room service after the race, "and they also sent those two - I think they're new and they thought we should consider them".

"I really like the idea of the dry flowers for your bouquet and the bracelet things for the girls and for the guys to have one in the pocket as well", Lance noted as he looked at the arrangements up close.

"It's called a corsage and a boutonniere", Chloe teased.

"As I was saying", he sent her a side eye, "maybe we could match them to the tables so it doesn't look to different", he checked, "what was your idea?".

"I like your idea, Lance, perhaps this one here?", you mother held the arrangement she recalled would be the most similar to the dried flowers you had already picked out. Lance had been on FaceTime for that meeting since the team needed him for Testing, so he knew some details but not all of them.

"Yes, I think so, maybe with those because they also have the purple and brick red tones", you agreed.

"I also like the idea of having some of the little flowers on my suit if that's okay", Lance mused as he picked a few of the loose ones on the table, fiddling with an elastic as he made a quick accessory for him, "does this boutonniere look nice?", he pointed it at his sister as he made fun of the word.

(Thank you for sending this in ✨️)

#lance stroll blurb #inês writes blurbs #f1 blurb #f1 x reader

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

Wibta for writing my friend a letter rather than talking to her in person?

Tw, self harm.

So I (21f) have a friend who we'll call Button (20f) who I have been good friends with since we were 7. Button is a lovely person but unfortunately she suffers with a lot of mental and physical health issues. Due to some issues that happened when we were teenagers, which I won't get into, Button ended up cutting off all of her friends besides me and our other friend Sock (21f). Because of said mental health issues, Button has become extremely clingy and controlling over me and Sock as her friends. She's had break downs over us doing perfectly innocuous things (e.g., unexpectedly running into each other and deciding to get coffee together without her) and these breakdowns have involved self harm.

Button has recently been trying to make some new friends and has not been successful. The problem is that because she has been really isolated for a long time she doesn't know how to talk to people, and she's autistic which adds to her problems connecting with people. The ways that she has been going about trying to get close to people have been really counterproductive and have ended up pushing people away from her, e.g., starting conversations with people shes never met before with extremely traumatic stories and not recognising that people are uncomfortable so she just keeps going and going, and social media stalking. She would be a lot more successful making friends if she didn't do those things, she is a genuine, funny, brilliant person when you get to know her, but she's inadvertently scaring people off from ever getting close enough to her to know that.

The problem is that she takes even the most gentle criticism extremely poorly. I want her to be happy, and I know what some of the problems are and we can work to resolve them together, but we can't do that if she doesn't know what they are. I've tried to talk to her in person about stuff before and she just started hysterically scream-crying and I never actually got to the core issue I wanted to discuss to begin with. I know if we have this discussion in person I will not get to say everything that needs to be said. Hence the idea for a letter. However, I'm worried this will set off another self harm episode if she thinks I'm writing her a letter because I hate her or something (which I truly do not, I'm really scared for her). If I talk to her in person then at least I will be there to deal with the fallout rather than have her be alone for it. If I leave it and don't talk to her she's going to continue to make the same mistakes with people and continue not to make friends and spiral further into self loathing over it, but I don't know if me considering writing a letter about it is a cowardly way of dealing with this situation on my end?

Wibta?

#aita #am i the asshole #self harm cw

[burialapplicant]

From The Members to The Fans

〈 RUKI 〉

At the end he said, "I hope the GazettE will last forever," I think REITA meant he hopes the best view, that he saw from the stage in 2023, is what will continue forever.

The view he saw with the fans Your happy faces The place we could all scream together

It's a treasure that cannot be replaced.

I think he hoped it would be nice if that moment could last forever.

I remember you said you wanted to do a live show soon.

He was a kind and passionate man, someone who could openly say, "Even if something goes wrong, I have the most fun when the members get together and we can laugh like this."

I loved his honesty.

Every birthday, we jokingly tell each other that we should take care of each other's health, this year is no different.

The band will never be just the four of us. No matter what anyone says.

You are our only bassist.

I believe you will always be next to me.

Everyone will feel your presence even if they cannot see you.

REITA's life he built with the GazettE will never disappear, it will always live on.

I will continue singing so it will be as if REITA is right next to me.

We won't become the kind of the GazettE REITA would hate.

I don't want to make you sad.

I believe we all have a limited time here but the human soul remains.

REITA's, the members and mine. And the fans.

I want to continue to perform so everyone that has loved us, even when they become souls, can come to our lives forever.

It can only happen with each and every one of our fans, we can create this view that he wished to see forever.

That is why I want you to stay by my side and be there with us.

I know he would appreciate it if you remembered him with a smile, instead of sadness.

We will be determined to protect this band more than ever before.

We will make the forever that REITA wished for come true.

So, REITA, make sure to come to every live down from heaven.

There will always be a seat for you.

Things are going to be really busy now.

I will reach out again when there is a schedule made.

〈 麗 〉

To all the fans who supported REITA.

I think he was a tremendous source of support for everyone and myself. I still cannot accept and face the fact that he is no longer with us and we will not be on stage together anymore. Maybe this is one of many things I will gradually come to understand. However, I strongly feel I need to have the strength in order to move forward, if I remain in sorrow, I will not be able to guarantee the forever he wished for. I believe the path he had taken alongside everyone was invaluable and will live on in his heart, for everyone and himself for a long time to come. He has given me so much and walked beside me for so long, he will remain as my best friend forever. Please remember his words, memories and the love he shared in your hearts. REITA will live on in everyone's heart.

I want to express how grateful I am for everyone supporting the GazettE and REITA.

〈 葵 〉

Of all things after working with the members and our staff, this is the one thing I did not want to do. There were moments in the past where I almost gave up on my dream. Every time, we would have a discussion about it, the members would push and pull me to not feel discouraged. That is why the GazettE was able to keep moving forward. REITA, you are not the one to wish for eternity, you are eternal. I can't say something wise like "I'll carry your burden." I wanted to play more music with you, I wanted to see more with you. Even if it's the 5 of us surrounded by our fans, any kind of view would be amazing. I wonder, it's difficult that I have so many things to say knowing none of it will come true. Once I'm up there, I'm giving you a stern talk. You must be lonely because we're suddenly gone, so until we meet again, please rest up. I have a little more work to do here.

Thank you for joining us on this long journey. Rest in peace.

〈 戒 〉

REITA had an big presence in my life, more than I can describe; all his words, saving me with his sound, the mood maker of the band, all I remember are the fun things, and above all, the way he shined on stage.

He was the best partner to have in the rhythm group. That has not and will never change.

I want to carry his memory with me to continue the GazettE with a greater determination.

Lastly, to the fans and everyone involved in supporting us for the past 22 years. Thank you so much.

I want to continue running forward with the five of us, I hope you will stay with us.

REITA Thank you for your hard work. With everyone by our sides, we will continue to protect the GazettE...I promise.

I don't want your 22 years go to waste, there are a lot of friends who don't want that either. Don't forgot to come to the show!

Let's have another good drink together, yea?

#this was difficult #i apologize for any errors #the gazette #ruki #uruha #aoi #reita #kai #2024 #translations

[cannellee]

TOKYO REVENGERS OMEGAVERSE ☆

୨୧ alpha! mikey x omega! reader x alpha! south

— you finally move on from mikey and get courted by south. turns out mikey is definitely not over you and tries to get you back by beating up his rival (smut)

cw : yandereish (more mikey than south), smut (both mikey and south, separately), mikey's a huge red flag ( slight angry/jealous sex)

my masterlist : ☆

(requested : you can see the details at the end of the post.) (GOD, I'm so glad I've finally managed to write this entirety, i had so much trouble doing so. kept lacking motivation and inspiration... + it's actually so bad pls forgive me)

you decided to leave and never look back, not a single memo to inform him of your departure. you were sure he wouldn't care, or at least, he wouldn't make any effort to actually come and get you back.

mikey changed. and for the worst. you've been putting up with him out of loyalty and worry for his degrading state. but you couldn't take his emotionless and avoidant behaviour anymore. it was all too much and with how little he was opened to discussion, you felt trapped and knew your relationship was going nowhere.

you turned your back to your shared apartment, empty and gloomy and told yourself you were not going to regret that decision.

                                    · · ୨୧ · ·

that was two months ago. you now had finally settled in your own studio after spending weeks and weeks at your parents' house. you hadn't received any news from mikey and although it pained you, you knew it was for the best.

you tried going out more since your friends advised it was better to take your mind off of mikey. you got a small job and avoided staying alone.

and that's when you met him.

south was an unbelievably tall and scary-looking alpha. one slap from him would have sent you flying across the room, that's what you thought when you first saw him.

you had been working as a cashier for the past few weeks in a convenience store. you had to make money to support your studies and it offered you the perfect amount of time to let you do some homework between breaks and empty hours.

alcohol always was south's first pick. he would throw his bottle on the counter, roughly shoving the money he owed in front of you. you had learned to not get surprised anymore by his violent exterior and quickly figured out that weaklings like you didn't interest him.

south and you had found a little routine as he was your only customer most of the day. he came everyday at the exact same hours to buy the exact same drink. you didn't exchange a word but you didn't feel threatened by how imposing he was as his demeanour subconsciously made it clear to you that he would not harm you.

you had seen him fight other thugs outside of your store and immediately got shivers at how bloody it got.

after that incident, south started to spend more time around like he owned the place, often inviting around your store, the closest members of what you assumed to be his gang, considering their uniforms. what used to be your peacefully quiet store, soon turned into an open hideout for him and his meetings.

your rare clients soon became non-existent and south quickly became your only visitor of the day.

despite being surrounded by countless of young alphas, none of them ever crossed the door, they all remained outside while south got his usual drink.

you started getting familiar after he beat up some men who were desperately trying to wreck your shop, probably trying to get revenge for south or something. your shop quickly became known as his domain and some reckless alphas tried to take it by force.

you had thanked him and had you not noticed his eyes brightening just a little, you would have thought having you make a small talk was bothering him.

after the both of you got more comfortable, you started hanging out. south would walk you home after your shift, calloused hands offering to carry your bag. he was quite the eccentric man and talked boldly of his interests, asking you to do the same.

you soon went from fragile omega to potential mate he wants to protect in south's mind. he didn't know when the shift happened, all he knew is that he unknowingly claimed you as his own, even before he realised his feelings.

south was a very instinct-driven alpha and the daily proximity with a vulnerable omega so close to danger each day, made him extra careful. he usually didn't pay any mind to omegas, preferring to fight with other alphas and measure his strength. but he felt an uncomfortable tingling sensation whenever you weren't in his field of view since he knew thugs liked to hang out around your store.

he quickly made it his own place, warning any strangers they were definitely not welcomed. he used it as his chance to court you more boldly, giving off a more assertive look and flirting with more panache. his confidence made your cheeks burn and it didn't help that he would occasionally call you sweet names as a 'joke'.

none of you would have predicted such a turn of events. but it seemed you and south had more in common than people thought and you formed a nice pair with good chemistry.

tension always felt heavy in the air and you wondered who would be the one to make the first move. and you quickly got your answer after a particularly hectic day.

you soon found yourself in a dark alley, cornered by his big arms and musky scent : a nice mix of cold tobacco and citrus. he kissed you roughly, hands pawing at the flesh of your ass in hurried touches.

he inhaled you deeply ; the new proximity felt just right. regardless, south refused to support the idea people had of him, he who was seen as nothing more but a beast. he refused to take you in the cold and dark streets and took you home instead. he carried you like you weighed nothing and you both crossed familiar places before finally arriving in the safety of his house.

south was strangely soft, albeit a few provocative words here and there.

he made sure to reassure you, whispering in the shell of your ear. " 'm gonna take good care of you omega".

and he did. he started slowly, not wanting to rush you and preferring to take his time getting to know your body and sweet spots. he licked and kissed your neck, left trails of wet kisses along your jaw and collarbone, occasionally biting your soft skin and leaving light bruises.

when it soon became too much, you let out needy whines, earning you a mocking laugh and a "what do you need baby? mmh.. you need to tell me", you watched as his head emerged from between your legs, weak hands holding his hair.

"i want you south, please don't tease" you felt shy as you muttered the words and begged him some more, as if getting more lucid of this depraved scene.

your naked form beneath him felt like the sweetest candy, and he wouldn't let you go until he had lapped all your juices. but he recognised your distress and decided to show mercy to his poor and desperate omega.

"of course baby, I'll give you what you want. no more teasing" he chuckled at how cute you looked and caged you once again, arms on each side of your head before slowly sliding inside your entrance. south was being extra careful despite your wetness preventing anything from hurting.

when he finally started moving, he attacked you with tender kisses, letting his hips work for both of your orgasms. you meekly hugged him back, crying from pleasure was all you could do and all south was gonna let you do.

he swore your sweet little cries came from heaven and your pretty face and brows furrowed from how good he fucked you, fuelled his ego like nothing before. it felt so great taking care of his delicate omega that way, showing her how he was the only who could make her feel that way.

when he came inside you, his grasp grew possessive and his low, rough grunts helped you finish as well.

he cradled you in his arms, not pulling out and simply enjoying the pleasant quietness of the room, filled with nothing but your pants.

your scent had been replaced by his definitely. and after this night, you knew your sugary pheromones were going to be an old memory for anyone who wasn't south. he'd make sure he was the only one able to smell your most intimate scent and smother you with his once you crossed the door.

his lovely embrace soothed your worries away and not once since you met him, did the thought of mikey cross your mind. south treated you well and his intimidating appearance chased people away, leaving you out of trouble.

he had great patience and made sure to take it slow, knowing how fast you could become anxious and insecure.

south was a great boyfriend, the perfect alpha, and mikey was sure as hell, not able to even compete with him in that area.

                                    · · ୨୧ · ·

it's been two weeks since you and south officially started dating, and something felt wrong.

it all felt perfect the first few days that you nearly forgot just who you were dealing with : a literal thug with a real gang under his commands.

you felt him avoid your questions and watched as he went out longer while never telling you what he was up to.

south knew you were growing more distressed the more time passed and you didn't receive any proper explanation. but it was nothing compared to the pain you would feel if you happened to learn that your boyfriend was involved in an extremely serious conflict with your ex-boyfriend.

he decided to keep you in the dark to deal with him and wished things would go back to normal once their final battle had passed.

it was set at the end of the week. south mentally pleaded you to take it a little longer and he promised himself he would explain it all to you once he had gotten rid of his most threatening enemy in all fields, both fighting and love.

he often wondered if mikey knew of your newly formed romance and what he would think and do once he learned about it. even if you were dead sure mikey didn't care about you at all, south didn't share the same opinion and felt an uncomfortable dreadful feeling creeping up his chest each time he thought of what mikey was capable of.

he had to dispose of him. and quick.

he swallowed the guilt in his throat as he kissed you goodbye and once again ignored your pained expression of pure betrayal. you thought he was turning out just like mikey, whereas south only had your relationship in mind, desperate to do anything to keep it and you safe from him.

                                    · · ୨୧ · ·

mikey was not someone who could think clearly and rationally when confronted with the harsh reality. coming home to your absence hit him deep in the guts.

he did expect you to come back eventually, like you always did, with an apologetic smile on your face and tears of relief upon seeing him accept your hug.

but this time you didn't.

your absence hung heavy in the empty room of his apartment and he never felt such distress. was it too much for you ? did his avoidance really drive you away once and for all ? worries kept circling inside his head and they only worsened after catching you hanging out with some nobody.

out of anybody, you just had to choose him ?

he watched from a distance as you excitedly jumped around him, small arms embracing his as you did so many times with mikey. the way you looked at south made him sick with jealousy, as if you had erased him completely from your heart.

the way you seemed to move on so easily from him disturbed him. but most of all, he felt anger consuming him seeing how south responded to your affection.

he'd look at you lovingly and smother you with tender touches as if you were made of glass. you seemed to like it. was it how you liked to be treated ? like a mindless prey in need of care ? mikey could give you that. mikey could remind you of your place.

he admitted he hasn't been the most attentive alpha recently, but he'd make it up to you. he swore he'd make you realise how unworthy south was.

most importantly, he had to take care of him, his impudent rival who touched his omega even though he was clearly aware that you belonged to him.

mikey was going to show you how much he loved you by fighting for you.

he needed to get you back, and violence was the only effective way he knew to get what he wanted.

                                    · · ୨୧ · ·

"w-what's going on ?", you hesitantly stepped out, watching in confusion both men facing each other.

you had followed your boyfriend all the way to a deserted place by the port. the gang gathering you were met with was not unusual at all and almost convinced you to go back home. that was until two familiar figures emerged from two different gangs, seemingly preparing for sometime way too serious to your liking.

you grew more and more confused at the appearance of the two men, completely clueless as to what they had in mind, what they wanted and why the hell they looked so thirsty for blood.

shock didn't even allow you to think properly and you couldn't think of a reasonable answer as to why south had kept you out of such important matters when he knew your story with mikey.

you couldn't hear them because of how far you were, but you swore you heard your name being shouted by mikey.

you couldn't dare move, not with how lost you were, how unsure you felt. you weren't used to violence, both south and mikey had made sure to keep you out of their business, and seeing them ready to tear each other's throat out of all people mad you sick in the stomach.

you remained at your spot for a good while, cringing at the way they hit each other with the intent to destroy.

you felt scared and couldn't move a muscle. but when mikey's ascendancy forced south down, all defeated and beaten up, you couldn't take it anymore, fearing something worse than a simple trip to the hospital.

you forcefully pushed the crowd of people aside, making way for you to reach the circle filled with the two alphas you came to love.

"south ! what's wrong, are you okay ?" you cried out as your intervention forced the fight to pause. running up to him, you threw your hands to his broken nose, blood dripping like water. he had a swollen eye and bruises everywhere, needless to say he was suffering a lot.

he only breathed heavily, not even able to answer you. still, he remained stood up, eyes unwavering and never leaving the other.

you aggressively turned around, harshly staring at the cause of such injuries.

"mikey ! what the hell is wrong with you ?!" you cradled south's face in your soft hands, worryingly examining him.

mikey's eye twitched, every fiber of his being hating his omega touching the skin of another alpha.

"y/n... you shouldn't be here, that's dangerous." while swallowing his anger, he took a few steps towards you, hands softly extending to you, only to be stopped by your furious voice.

"what's happening between the two of you ?!" mikey stopped in his tracks, gentle eyes now glaring at the alpha you so cautiously held. you were upset and mikey knew it was all because of that man you had taken a liking for.

but he also knew it happened simply because he hadn't been giving you the attention you needed, while south did. if you came back to him and he changed his behaviour, it was all too clear in his mind that you'll come to crave him again.

"y/n." you looked up to a stern mikey who wanted nothing more than to tear you away from the big hand of south enveloping your forearm.

he calmly walked up to the both of you and you tensed, unable to read his expression and fearing for your boyfriend's safety.

mikey gently took your hand in his, forcing you apart from south. he helped you up, swiftly kicking south in the gut to make him let go of his grip on you. it was too fast, you didn't even see him move.

you gasped as he bent over, coughing blood. it was a sight like you had never seen before, your boyfriend, who was unreasonably strong, didn't even stand a chance against mikey. if he couldn't protect you from him, then what would happen of you ?

mikey felt your distress and forced your eyes away from the unpleasant scene before you. he had no trouble manhandling you now that you were in such a state of shock.

your trembling hand was holding his arm like a lifeline and he brought his own to you nape, slowly massaging it and applying pressure to your vulnerable scent glands, forcing your body to visibly relax.

"I'm doing that for us y/n. you felt upset and left me, I'm only making up for my mistakes. don't cry like that" you had no choice but to accept his kisses, not daring to move even a muscle.

you hadn't realised tears were flooding your face until he brought his hand to wipe them in what would have been comforting if it weren't for the current situation.

horror filled you as south managed to get up again even with all the blood covering him. you wanted to yell at him to stay put and give up, but knew him better than that. he wouldn't listen to you and fight until he couldn't anymore.

"fuck- you're crazy..., think I'm- I'm just gonna hand her over to you?" his faltering form met the floor again in a second, mikey ignoring him and simply kicking him in the face.

"y/n, since youre here we'll just make it easier for everyone. come over here and leave him, you dont need him" he kept going, smiling softly at you as if there wasn't south's weakened state at your feet and as if he wasn't two seconds away from murdering someone.

"mikey please, what are you saying...?" your wide eyes looked up to him, pleading him, along with the most peaceful and vulnerable scent you could let off.

"l-leave her alone you sick fuck..., she broke up with you out of her own free will. she doesn't want you anymore and I don't- and I don't plan on giving her up to you"

this time mikey seemed annoyed, but did nothing to him.

"y/n, you know what's best for you and you know I'll get you back by all means. I'll kill your little friend if you don't stop denying my feelings"

your breath quickened, sugary scent turning sour and bitter. you tried to keep mikey by your side, gripping his arm desperately. but he only removed them with a reassuring smile while moving you away from a few meters.

"y/n, stay behind and don't move. I'll finish this quickly so we can go back home and catch up for the wasted time", while completely disregarding your emotions, he kissed your forehead, talking to you like he was your saviour.

he tackled south to the ground, easily throwing punch after punch, and you watched in horror.

mikey seemed to be in a haze, absolutely uncaring of anybody's state and health, not even your own right now.

fighting always felt like an out of body experience for mikey, unable to control what he was doing and completely giving in to his urges. but now it was worse. he was beating up the alpha who had been brave enough to court and fuck you. the satisfaction he felt upon seeing him destroyed was indescribable. that was his way of slowly claiming you back.

but that wasn't how you felt about the situation.

you looked around you, hoping to find someone on your side and willing to stop mikey. but you were only met with scared faces and other bloody fights. none of them would ever be carzy enough step out and save south.

so you ran to them, throwing yourself to mikey's side who was sitting on south's torso. you grabbed his fists easily as he didn't want to risk injuring you.

"mikey ! mikey stop ! you're going too far, he's already almost unconscious, what even is the point of doing this ?!"

"y/n. stay outside of it. I'll teach him a lesson so that he never even dares to look at what's mine anymore."

at this point, south wasn't even moving anymore. he took all the hits mikey gave him without any sound, face unrecognisable with how disfigured he was.

members from both gangs had stopped their fight to watch, holding their breath upon witnessing the one-sided battle.

"mikey leave him be, you're killing him!"

but he didn't listen, calmly pushing you away, spreading strong pheromones to make you submit and obey. you covered your nose and took deep breaths, mustering all your willpower to not simply walk away as he had instructed you to.

and one desperate attempt after the other, you had no choice anymore.

south was lying like a corpse under mikey who didn't seem like he had any intention of stopping. and begging for south's life only seemed to make mikey angrier each time.

"mikey, I'll come back with you okay? just stop what you're doing, please..." you hoped it worked and you felt relief upon seeing him tear his gaze from his victim.

he smiled warmly, contrasting with the splashes of blood on his face and chuckled softly.

"that's right... we're going home again, no more running away" you took that as your cue that it was safe to approach him again now and you quickly grabbed his arm, pulling him to you and off of south.

he followed you after little resistance, letting go of south's collar as you watched his head fall on the ground in a loud 'bang'.

you followed meekly when mikey possessively put his arm on your waist in order to guide you out of the center of the gang fight.

you threw one last glance at south, feeling a little relieved upon seeing his friends rush to him once mikey was out of sight. the others parted way when the both of you approached, avoiding eye contact with you as you walked through the crowd of gangsters.

mikey's pheromones were strong, deterrent, it left no room for arguments. if anybody did have something to say about their leader's predicament or your situation, they chose to stay quiet, for their own safety.

you let mikey drag you like doll, crossing the paths you didn't take for weeks. and there you were, standing at the doorstep of mikey's home which was once your own too.

it felt like everything had changed. you didn't leave for such a long time, but it seemed like your departure had distracted mikey more than you thought.

the curtains were drawn, dust was everywhere and his home didn't have that bright atmosphere you used to bring. it was dull and gloomy, a reflect of mikey's state of mind.

your attention settled on mikey once more when you felt his arms cage your waist from behind, a displeased scent escaping him.

you tensed, presenting your neck to him when he nudged it with his nose. "smell awful. that damn alpha...", he muttered, angry that someone touched his omega so intimately she was reeking of someone else.

"don't worry, I'm gonna make it all better... 'will erase any memory you have of him" you felt his teeth graze your skin, roughly playing with it. you held back and let him do what he wanted, slowly growing meek in his hands.

when he stopped and looked back at his work, he felt proud of the marks he left on your neck. but it wasn't enough, and still feeling unsatisfied he growled against you before easily carrying you to the couch.

once on your back, the heavy tension from earlier seemed to be back. you gulped as mikey looked you up and down with a predatory gaze, making you feel awfully smaller.

"sorry I haven't been treating you good like you deserved. you needed a strong alpha by your side to make you feel safe..." he nuzzled his head against the side of your neck again. it felt gentle, like your old mikey was back, before his occupation got the best of him. for a second, you hoped you would be able to calm him down...

"but you belong to me, running around with some garbage really hurt me y/n... do you know just how i felt during the time you were gone ?" he gripped your waist tighly, making you whine in response. the more he talked, the more scared you grew, unsure as to what his anger would make him do.

"don't worry omega, I'll just show you what nobody else will ever be able to give you"

you didn't even think of south anymore, your predicament stressing you out too much to even have wandering thoughts. you still felt a pang of guilt, but mikey brought you back to reality quickly.

"mikey..." your voice came out in a whisper, worried and confused, your scent begging him to reassure you.

and mikey shouldn't have felt the way he did about your reaction, but your big doe eyes looking up at him expectantly, knowing you were at his mercy, did something to him.

mikey wouldn't hurt you, but the obedience you silently showed him proved just how loyal he could make you. if insisting a little bit was able to turn his little omega into his once love sick and gentle mate, then he would do it. he wanted your old self back, when nobody but him touched you and when his simple presence was enough to send you into a wave of happiness.

with this in mind, he let himself completely succumb to his instincts, letting his hands unbutton your top.

you swallowed a gasp when his hand came in contact with your skin, roughly shoving your bra down your tits. his mouth travelled down your chest, kissing your boob while his hands quickly worked dangerously close to your entrance.

"I'm gonna get rid of those..." he stated firmly, glaring at the hickeys littering your skin that south had left. he was going to make you forget all about him and reaffirm his claim on you, make sure nobody will ever think about wanting you for themselves ever again.

he caressed your thighs before meeting your wet underwear under your skirt. mikey was feeling so high with all those sweet pheromones you let out.

you couldn't help the soft moans, even when mikey was barely grazing your skin. you just felt so deprived of everything, you had tried to play big by leaving him, but in the end, your body craved him.

at least that's what mikey told himself when he took in your intoxicating scent which was calling for him, and your glossy eyes, pleading for more.

sex with mikey was nothing like you experienced with south, and your body grew hot on its own, anticipation making you produce so much slick involuntarily.

he couldn't believe he had actually denied you his attention all this time, especially when he had such a pretty and sensitive omega all for him.

he pushed your panties aside, finally giving you what you wanted. your head was cloudy when he put the first finger inside. he continued his kisses, strong arms cradling you and quickly added more fingers.

the feeling was exhilarating, you don't even remember the last time mikey took care of your pleasure that way, or even embraced you for that matter.

"feels good baby? I'm gonna stretch you nice and wet... get you all ready for me" and you could only nod weakly, body shaking at the sweet torture you were submitting yourself to.

"that's right baby, I'm gonna give you exactly what you need, don't worry...", his hand left your pussy and went up your neck instead, giving it a tight squeeze before softly touching your parted lips. he forced his coated fingers inside your mouth and you eagerly sucked on them, tasting yourself and mikey grunted a few praises, satisfied.

"good omega... now spread your legs for me" he grabbed your neck, this time with the intent of staying there longer. you were too far gone to disobey him now, so you parted your legs on instinct, slightly tensing at the pressure his hands applied on your airways.

he hastily let out his dick from his boxers, muttering a few curse words at your compliance.

when his tip finally met your pussy, you felt desperate, needy for more than just that. and despite how good it felt to see his omega beg and cry for his dick, he didn't drag it out for too long, himself being even more impatient.

his thrusts started fast and rough, uncaring of whether you had adjusted or not. he was pounding into you, any signs of consideration gone the moment his dick slipped inside of your warm walls.

"fuck, I missed this baby... feels so good being inside of you", he moaned into your mouth, loving your fucked out face and biting into your neck any chance he got.

his hips never faltered and fucked you deep and good like you needed. your arms hugged him tenderly, nails digging into his reddened skin.

"you're gonna be good for me and take it, right?" you didn't even have time to respond that mikey already had flipped you on your belly, chest down, head on the pillow and your ass in the air.

mikey took his time to admire you like this, all vulnerable and submissive, waiting for your alpha to wreck you from behind like an animal. and with his omega presenting all sweetly like that, mikey had no choice but to pound that pretty ass of yours.

"god, you love it like this, don't you?" your dignity was nowhere to be found and all you could do was moan dumbly at his words, omega deeply satisfied at how her alpha's attention was solely set on her.

"I'm gonna fuck you until you beg me to stop. need to be reminded of who's in charge" you couldn't see mikey's face anymore, but the sensations didn't even let you open your eyes. you felt him slap your ass a few times, telling you to take it like a good girl.

and it felt too much, too good and too right. mikey was the only who could draw such moans from you by fucking you like a common whore.

the closer mikey got to his release, the more his thoughts wandered, displeasure and jealousy seeping through his veins and into his words.

"fuck, you really love this don't you? doesn't care who's inside as long as they can fuck you good ?" hand prints would definitely decor your ass the morning after when you woke up, but right now, the pain felt so good you didn't even care.

you could only make out a few words from what he was saying. your head was buried in a pillow, you were stupidly drooling from all his pounding, unable to talk correctly.

"fucking whore.. sleeping with any alpha... my omega.." his words grew more incoherent afterwards and you felt him come closer to his high as well yourself.

his cursing and degrading speech shouldn't have made you clench your pussy harder, but it shamelessly did and it sent mikey into pure bliss.

"fuck, I'm so close- take it all baby", he thrusted harder a few times, slower, and finally came inside of you. you welcomed his warm seeds inside gladly, coming right after him. you moaned loudly, pretty face stretching itself into a cute expression of pure pleasure.

it felt so great mikey had successfully managed to make you forget all about the previous events, turning you into a panting and obedient doll.

"so good for me, look at how much you came" he slapped your ass, putting one last claim on your body. you shuddered under his every touch, your orgasm making you extra sensitive.

you didn't move until mikey did, waiting for your alpha's approval before taking any initiative.

mikey made sure to stay burried inside of you long enough for his cum to settle nicely into your womb, instincts wishing for him to breed his little omega.

you smiled weakly when he called you his pretty girl, finally letting you rest against his arms when he felt like you had received enough.

you were ashamed to say that a good pounding was enough to make you forget about south, but it did, and right now you felt so relaxed you couldn't care less.

mikey felt satisfied and proud when he took a deep breath and could only smell his own scent on you, feeling like it was the best achievement of his life.

he now only had to make sure nothing would ever keep you apart from one another. the night wasn't over and mikey intended to tire you out enough to make sure you understood his point.

and if even after that night you still try to defy him, mikey will have no choice but to worsen his behaviour towards others to make you understand that there's no limit to his love and obsession for you.

stay close and obey, or mikey will have to force you into being his devoted and precious omega... he loves you too much to let you go.

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[shiro-s2e2-erukinzu]

Me and my family just saw Spy × Family: CODE: White (dubbed version) and...

I ABSOLUTELY LOVED IT...!!! 💗😍💗 And so did my family...!! 😁🎉

But, before I talk about the movie, I wanted to show the card they handed out to the four of us:

It's a cute image of Anya reaching for the (Stella) stars and me, my mom, my brother and my dad each got one...!! 😄 They also had Spy × Family cups and popcorn buckets, but they were already sold out of those by the time we got there...! 😅 Well, at least we got the cards!! 😁

Now... ON TO THE MAIN EVENT!! 😆:

People who are fans of Spy × Family and haven't seen the movie yet, BEWARE... Cuz I'm about to discuss Spy × Family The Movie: CODE: White... You have been warned...! 👌

[SPOILERS AHEAD FROM THIS POINT ON]

Where do I begin...? There's SO MUCH that I love about this movie that I'd probably just just end up describing THE ENTIRE movie...! 😅 So to avoid doing that, I'm only going to list MY ABSOLUTE MOST FAVORITE parts of the movie!! 😆 HERE I GO!!:

The Ferris wheel scene - OMG! I LOVE THIS SCENE SO MUCH!! 😍 I loved that Anya got Loid and Yor to go on the ferris wheel so that they can talk things out!! 😁 MY TWIYOR HEART WAS GOING CRAZY!!! 💗😍💗 And I also loved that Yor and Anya waved at each other, that was so cute...!! 🤗

Anya, Yor and Bond playing together - THIS WAS SOOO SWEET!! 💗😭💗 I LOVE seeing Yor and Anya spending time together, their relationship is one of my absolute favorites in the entire series and I'm so happy that the movie had this scene in it!! 🤗

Yor Vs. Type-F and Twilight Vs. Snidel - Both of these fights were AMAZING!! 🤩 My favorite parts of both fights were their endings...!! Loid disguising himself as Snidel, getting the upper hand and then defeating Snidel was really cool!! 👏😆 While in Yor's fight, Yor dodging Type-F's attacks, then the reveal that she used THE LIPSTICK THAT LOID GOT HER to draw on and around Type-F to blow him up gave me GOOSEBUMPS! 👏😍

The Forgers spending time together as family - OF COURSE I'D LOVE ALL THE MOMENTS WHEN THE FORGERS ARE DOING STUFF TOGETHER!! 💗😍💗 I nearly cried when Loid met up with Yor, Anya, and Bond at the fountain and went home together near the end of the movie...!!! 💗😭💗 And speaking of the Forgers being together...

The Forgers working together - I FREAKING LOVE THIS SO MUCH!! 😍It's something that I really want to see happen in the series proper, AND THE MOVIE DELIVERED!!! 👏👏👏

There are SO MANY other moments that I LOVED in this movie, but I like I said earlier, I'd talk about the ENTIRE MOVIE at that point...!! 😅 But, there's one last thing that I wanna bring up before I go... There are two times in the movie where Anya reads minds and we DON'T hear their inner thoughts...!! The first time was after the ferris wheel and Anya reads Loid and Yor's minds, and the second time was after Loid and Anya reunite and Anya reads his mind...!! 😲 It's pretty obvious that whatever Anya heard was good because she smiled after both of those times, but that doesn't mean that I'm not still curious to know what Anya heard in those two moments...!! 🤔😁

Anyway, that's pretty much everything that I wanted say about the movie!! 😊 I would love to see it again in theaters, but I can also wait for the home release as well...!! 😁 Also, NOBODY TALKED DURING THE MOVIE, so the curse of other people being LOUD and ANNOYING during an anime movie that I wanna see seems to be broken...!! 👌😌

Well anyway, this was the best two days late birthday present for me ever, so until the next Mission... Take care, be safe out there and be kind to one another...!! LATERS! 👋😄

(P.S.: I would've had this review done yesterday, but I was having fun with my family, and that's more important! 💗)

#spy x family #sxf #spyxfamily #spy x family code white #sxf code white #spyxfamily code white #spy x family movie #sxf movie #spyxfamily movie #spy x family code white spoilers #sxf code white spoilers #spyxfamily code white spoilers #spy x family movie spoilers #sxf movie spoilers #spyxfamily movie spoilers #movie spoilers #loid forger #yor forger #anya forger #bond forger #I LOVE THIS MOVIE SO MUCH!! 💗😆💗 #If you a fan of Spy × Family... #...YOU GOTTA SEE THIS MOVIE!! 😍

[chiki-chiki-ahh]

April 17th member messages

I managed to get the post translated by a native speaker for better accuracy and less meaning getting lost by google translate being confused by idioms and such.

I believe that we, international fans, deserve to get the same closure.

RUKI

At the end, he said, "I want the GazettE to be eternal."

What did he mean by eternity?

I think he hopes that the view that Reita himself saw from the stage in 2023 will continue forever.

The view he saw with his fans.

The happy faces of his fans.

The view where we could all shout together.

That is a treasure that can't be replaced by anything else.

I think he wanted those moments to last forever.

I remember him saying he wanted to perform a concert as soon as possible.

Even now as an adult, he was a kind and passionate man who could honestly say, "Even when I'm having a bad day, I have the most fun when I get together with the band members like this and laugh."

He was a kind and passionate man who could honestly say that.

I loved that honesty.

We used to jokingly tell each other every birthday that we should take care of each other's health every year, and this year is no different.

The band will never be four people.

No matter what anyone says.

You're the only bass player in our band.

I believe that [your] spirit will always be right next to me.

You can feel it even if you can't see it.

The living proof that you've built up the GazettE up until now will never disappear and will always live on.

I believe that, and I want to make sure that the soul of the GazettE is right next to me.

I'll keep singing next to you so that your spirit can be right next to mine.

I will never become the GazettE that Reita hates.

I won't make you feel sad.

I believe that we all live in a finite world, but the soul is something that never disappears.

Reita's soul, the members' souls, mine.

And the fans.

I want to continue performing in such a way that everyone who loves me [/ us] like this will want to come to the stage forever, even if they become just souls.

Therefore, only with each and every one of our fans we can create the view that he wished would be eternal.

That's why I want things to remain unchanged and him to remain there.

Rather than people looking at him and being sad, I think he would want people to remember him as being great.

We are more determined than ever to protect this band.

We'll make the eternity Reita wished to come true.

So, Reita, come to our gigs from heaven every time without hesitation.

Your spot will always be there.

We're going to be extremely busy from now on.

I'll contact you again when the schedule is fixed.

URUHA

To all the fans who have supported Reita so far,

He has been a tremendous support for everyone and for me.

I myself have not been able to accept the fact that he is no longer with us and that we will not be able to stand on stage together.

There may be many things that I will gradually come to understand in the future.

I strongly feel that I need to have the strength to look forward and move forward now, because if I remain in sorrow, I will not be able to fulfill his wish for eternity.

And I believe that the path he has taken with everyone so far has been invaluable to him, and I think it will live on in everyone's and my heart for a long time to come.

He has given so much and has been with us for so long that he is and will forever remain our best friend.

Please keep all the words, memories and love he left behind in your hearts.

Reita will continue to exist and live on in everyone's hearts.

We would like to thank everyone who has supported the GazettE's Reita so far.

AOI

For a long time now, the members and a few staff have been doing a lot of different jobs, "this and that", but I wanted to do anything but write this.

There have been moments in the past when I felt like giving up on my dream.

Each time, we discussed it again and again, and sometimes we pushed our backs [and supported each other] so they wouldn't give up.

It was because we were such a band that the GazettE was able to keep going without stopping.

Reita, you are not the one who should wish for eternity, you are the one who is supposed to connect eternity.

I can't say to you, "I'll carry the burden [of connecting the eternity] for you", that's not a cool line.

I wanted to play more music with you, I wanted to see more of the world with you.

Any view is great when you see it with us five, surrounded by fans.

I don't know, there are so many things I want to say, but it's just too painful that none will be a reality.

Anyway, when I go over there, I'm going to start scolding you. I know you'll miss us since we're suddenly gone, but until then, just rest up.

I have a few more things to do over here.

Thank you for walking this long road together. Please rest in peace.

KAI

For me, Reita is an immeasurably big presence, I was saved by many of his words and sounds, he is the mood maker for the band, and all I can remember is how much fun he is, and above all, how he shined on stage.

He is our best and only rhythm partner.

That has never changed and will never change.

I will continue to carry his thoughts on my shoulders and continue the GazettE with even greater determination.

Finally, to all the fans and everyone involved who have supported us for 22 years.

Thank you very much.

And from now on, we would like to continue to run with the five of us without changing our thoughts and feelings.

Reita,

Thank you for your hard work.

I will continue to protect the GazettE with the same feelings and many friends… I promise.

I don't want those 22 years [with you] to be in vain, there are a lot of friends that are waiting for us.

You should definitely show up at the gigs too!

Let's have a good drink again.

#the gazette #reita #the meaning remains the same for the most part but there were parts that raised confusion or some speculations #with that i'm logging off again

[angelinthefire]

Thinking of a version of 13x04 The Big Empty where Mia the shapeshifter therapist offers to appear to Dean as someone he lost, and he looks like he's going to turn her down, but then he hesitates, and gives her this long evaluating look. And then the scene cuts, and you think Mia is going to appear as Mary, because that's who they were talking about before. You see Dean's reaction, and it's this blank kind of shock, because he was expecting to see what he sees, but he didn't realize how it would hit him. And you hear "Hello Dean". And it's Cas. And he doesn't look right, Mia doesn't have his mannerisms, and she doesn't have the outfit, just a plain white button-down and dark slacks, but she looks enough like him. Dean's about to say something, but he can't. He just swallows and grits his jaw and stares. And Mia/Cas says something like "I'm sorry I left you, I know it's hard. But I love you; and that love will stay with you." And you the viewer don't think too too much of the word "love", because Cas has used it before, love like family, love like friends. But anyways, Dean hears that and he frowns, like he's trying to internalize it, he's trying to get some closure out of this, but he can't. He shuts his eyes, with furrowed brows, and he's regretting that he agreed to this at all. And then Mia/Cas moves closer to Dean. She puts her hand on his cheek, and Dean sucks in a breath but he keeps his eyes closed. And then she leans in and kisses him so, so softly. Because she thinks they were like that. And at first Dean trembles at the kiss, but he keeps his eyes closed and lets it happen. Only after a few seconds does he jerk back, wide-eyed, looking terrified. And of course Mia/Cas is immediately worried and sorry that she made a mistake, and she says "Dean--" and is about to apologize. But Dean just turns around and storms out. Dean rushes away from the house, breathing hard like he'd just lost a fight. He gets in the car and slams the door. And his expression collapses, hes looks shattered, and he gasps, shaken and hurting, and tears run down his face.

And that's it. No further discussion or explanation of what happened. No comment from Dean. And then 13x05 Advanced Thanatology happens as normal.

#spn #destiel #dean winchester #not actually fanfic #Maybe nothing changes in tombstone either #heck. maybe nothing changes on the rest of the show ever #but actually that's how I would have set up destiel going canon in s13 with little if any further discussion #like I think the way I'd do it is that 13x06 would actually happen as normal. maybe with Dean even more hyped up #it would be a couple more episodes before I'd have Dean tell Cas that he loves him #probably in the midst of a fight or something #or maybe when Cas is saying that there must be a reason why he was brought back #something like that #idk what happens next i'm falling asleep as i type

[wild-at-mind]

Not to talk about MRA-lite spaces again but I'm going to need everyone to understand that in these spaces, the subtext of 'men don't get to talk about their problems' is ALWAYS 'and it is women's fault!'

#my time in the MRA-lite saltmines returns to me yet again whenever i see the transandrophobia side of tumblr #look- it's just the same stuff ok? Or maybe i'm just biased because it triggers me the fucking same no matter who is saying it #also please note i'm saying MRA-lite and not MRA- I understand that MRA usually has connotations of violence for people #MRA-lite is nothing like that it's just a load of talking about men's issues but without any of the context #the very important context that you need to place the issues into wider society and its effect on everyone and not just men #these spaces may not be violent but they are quite pointless and the conversations never ever go anywhere #and it's been the same like 5 conversations for the past 15 years and no doubt much longer but that's as far back as i go with it #every time someone discovers the 5 or so men's issue they act like they just converted to a religion or something #and bring it up in everything. I was like that too at like 21 i promise i get it! but now i look back and CRINGE #and i am a guy now! ok? I get it that a lot of people are transmasc doing this i get why! but..... #i just wish it was less of a Thing. and i genuinely find it triggering. #because i do fucking care ok? i have academic books about some of the 5 or so men's issues on my bookshelf! #because actually there are people writing these books and they do care! #i had someone a while ago saying it was 'sad' to see a trans man talk like i do on this so i explained where i'm coming from #and they never came back so i will never know if they saw my point of view and that kind of sucked #hopefully that won't happen again- i really don't like arguing with other transmasc people (i like discussions though) #anyway i'll stop rambling now

[moinsbienquekaworu]

The struggle between being happy that all kinds of aspecs are talking about aspec experiences more and barely being able to stand the way people talk about aspec experiences

#i don't know how to say it but like. i'm aro and i hate how nobody ever. talks about us except us #if i was the type of person who comes out and if i didn't already need a powerpoint to explain asexuality #i'd start telling people i'm aro and not aroace #like just. the way i feel towards both alloallos & alloaces who try but fail at being inclusive.... #towards alloace and sometimes aroace communities & the way they are & act.... #legit making me think about identifying as like. non sam aro or something #yeah technically i'm asexual but i'm going to take that word away from everyone #my allo friends are trying bless their heart but they DO NOT GET IT!!!! #they're trying and they're FAILING!!! BADLY!!!! #i understand people who use certain sets of pronouns but only with specific people. holy shit #like if i see one more time that asexuality means not being interested in relationships. #if my friends ask me and only me if i'm comfortable with a sex discussion when i am participating in it #if i get told 'no bitches!! :D' as a pride thing ONE MORE TIME #i'm sorry if you're seeing that m btw. on the infinitesimal chance you do see it. it's not against you it's my aro rage #i just. i'm not ace and then aro as an afterthought. #i'm ARO and eventually if it comes up i'm ace #'oh but no bitches isn't necessarily about sex it can also be about relationships' #yeah okay. well. i'm interested in both of those. i do want bitches. not like allos but i'm not signing up to be a nun here. #the flattening of the aspec experience to 'asexual and possibly aromantic' is making me want to tear things apart with my teeth #hate hate hate hate #and let's not forget adolescent romances. listen. i'm a teenager and i love romance #but all the stuff where the 17yo alloace teen feels broken and ends up dating a comprehensive partner...... #i keep seeing it like you see the fin of a shark. and that's already more than i can stand #i'm happy it's resonating with people but it's exactly as insipid as bland straight love songs to me #anyway. i didn't get everything i wanted out but i chipped away at it. #wow i have a ramble tag now

[patchwork-crow-writes]

26 - Possession

My heart breaks to look upon you, my light. Your frame so tense with rage and despair, your face an elegy to simpler times gone by. Your world has chewed you up and spat you out so many times you've stopped counting. It must feel like nobody understands you, nobody appreciates you, nobody loves you... not really.

But I do.

I want to keep you safe, my light, above all else. When storms rage outside I will give you shelter; when there's nowhere else to go I will offer you sanctuary. Where there is sorrow, I shall bring smiles, and where there is chaos, I shall bring peace.

You will want for nothing ever again, my light. No food, no play, no love will ever be denied you. Speak your desires and I shall deliver them - anything you could ever need is but a whisper away. It is important to me that you are looked after and provided for - that is my purpose, after all!

All I ask for in return - such a small thing, really - is your time, and your devotion. Permit me to tend to you, as both of us truly desire. Look to me, your prince in the dark, and forget all your worldly troubles and cares. A charmed life awaits you, my light; so long as you let all your days be filled with my love and my care.

Let me keep you close... and nothing will ever hurt you again.

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The Dark Menagerie No. 26

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#writing #fiction #fanfiction #deltarune #Ralsei #Kris dreemurr #kralsei #krisei #Had an idea for this when reading about pet ownership #and how a person potentially controls every facet of their pet's life in exchange for comfort and affection #It's beyond my paygrade to discuss this topic. so I won't #But it did make me think that somebody like Ralsei could end up like that #Where he cares so much for Kris that he is prepared to go to those lengths to keep them “safe” and “comfortable” #Which also winds up blurring the line between ownership and servitude as technically Ralsei is supposed to be subordinate to lightners #Something something the cat owns the human #...this does skirt dangerously close to yandere territory #but I don't really think he would ever turn violent so I'm saying it's not #*death of the author intensifies* #The Dark Menagerie #Drabble

[be-the-glenn-to-my-maggie]

Real quick PSA for the followers, just to make sure my positions are clear on some issues and to make sure I am not causing any unintentional harm (that devolved into a minor hiatus):

-If I'm intending to talk about something specific, I'll mention it, I promise.

-I do be forgetting that you all recognize me on both my A03 and my tumblr. It is surprising to me every time. I tend to be vERY flippant on here, especially in my tags. I think we have reached a point where I should be more careful lol. I am not used to having an actual effect, so if I have an effect you don't appreciate, or I say something hurtful, please please bring it up to me! Dms, anon, replies; idc, I'm always down for a conversation.

-I am not in the business of apologies I do not mean, and I certainly do not back down from my opinions, I think that's been fairly clear. So, if I apologize it's because I mean it, and that won't change.

-I make a lot of posts that are critical of fandom culture in a lot of different fandoms, and culture around specific characters as well. I want it to be very clear that unless I am directly interacting with another user, then the criticism should never surround anyone specific. I never want to direct hate ever, unless I'm tagging.

-If there are questions about the appropriateness of my headcanon posts in response to asks, that can be changed. I would really hate to be making my very small community uncomfortable. I had thought I was fairly clear on the blogs boundaries and what I think is appropriate, but perhaps I haven't been careful enough. Please feel free to address issues with me, or to block me. That is always an option of course.

Uh, that being said, I might take a couple days. I have used this blog for fun and friends since 2015, it's not my first time fucking up nor will it be the last. But, it's upsetting to me that my blog might be harmful to some (who I hadn't intended it to be harmful to, it's always been an active warzone for irredeemable character excusers lol, since 2015). The queue will go on as usual but no new posts for a bit while I figure out if things need to change. I'll respond to DMs tho, probably, bc I'm obsessed with my mutuals.

#rip to the finish the asks today mission I was on #i'll probably feel less bummed tomorrow hopefully #but i have disturbingly strict morals for some reason and it makes me upsetty spaghetti when i feel like i wasn't living up to them #but again; this is not aT anyone please god i'm simply wordvomitting #what i said got me here and that is my fault of course and thats fine that's a non issue #i just am now worried that i was being harmful before that #my therapist also named melissa is gonna love this #i have a list going of things i think we need to discuss and before today it was “i should be diagnosed with something” #“is it bad to keep peer pressuring my mom to get a new dog” #and “what does it mean that when my mom folds my clothes i have to refold them like marie kondo” #now we finally have a real topic lollll #that kid at work better not say everything is my fault when i make him wash his hands again i might loose it #that was a joke for claritys sake #gimmie a day or two to put back on the armor back on lol #i am moral and always have a clear well written and opinionated answer that i feel strongly about #and won't ever change my position on and everything i do is for the good of the oppressed #that armor #hubris is the ultimate enemy of self doubt #that is another joke #melissa og #melissa bullshit

[kyouka-supremacy]

Hey! I was summoned by the tags you put under my post bc I also very much enjoy discussing ethics. I might make this into its own post so I'll try to not elaborate too much...

I think that I can't just decide for everyone if the difference between doing good for the sake of goodness or in order to save oneself matters, but for me, in most cases, including Dazai's case, it doesn't.

I like to believe that morality is a choice one can decide to make, and I don't think it's fair to take that away from them, regardless on how they might feel on the inside. It's a wonderful thing to act morally because it's your "natural" tendency, but I think people also have the right to do so deliberately, for a reason that they choose, without their choice being minimised. They're two different processes for sure, but if the outcome is good, then the action is a good action, and, if being moral is a choice, then I don't think I have the right to decide that only one intention or emotion that will lead there is good enough.

Also, doing good for your own sake and for the sake of others are mutually exclusive at all. One feeds the other, and if we were to put every person's actions under such scrutiny, we would ultimately run in circles.

So, for people outside the story, I would say that the debate does matter, but for the sake of the people involved, it doesn't, because the outcome is the same, especially since Dazai is so opaque as a character, and what he really feels about the things he does is so hard to read, so at the end of the day all most of them experience is his actions.

[Post this is referring to] Thank you for your elaboration, I loved hearing your opinion on the matter!!! That's close to consequentialism, isn't it? The consequences of one's actions, how much good they produced, are telling of it being morally right or wrong. I don't necessarily agree, but that's definitely a valid way to see it!!! I personally believe one's intentions are the most relevant aspect to take into account when judging whether and action is ethically rightful or not. Note that that is judging the moral of the action itself, and not giving a judgement on the person; people can have a million reasons to act selfishly, and in my very “humans are always inherently good” worldview more often than not it's caused by society rather than an actual preference to not be altruistic. But that doesn't change the fact that even a good action, if it isn't moved by good intentions, won't ever be passable of being morally right to me. Besides, then, wouldn't the other way round work to? Someone well intentioned, who's however incompetent, and ends up with their actions putting more bad in the world– as long as they're acting with a true desire to help others for the sake of it, their actions can't be considered morally wrong for me.

To clarify, with reference to your ask; I don't think people who do something for selfish reasons, and end up doing good, are morally rightful; but if they decide to do good, well, isn't that a well-intentioned aim itself? Then I think they stop being selfish to the extension that they consciously decide they're going to do good. That's not morally reprinandable at all.

Now, regarding Dazai... Honestly, I don't think Dazai is a good person. Because he never meant to do good for the sake of it. But now, the thing is, I don't think anyone in bsd is meant to be interpreted as good or evil– nobody, not Atsushi, not Mori, no one. When it comes to bsd– I do think bsd expresses a more or less nihilist worldview. And I know pretty much everyone else disagrees with me on this, I know, I'm sorry. But I do think there lies an undergoing message that good and bad are ultimately the same, and equally meaningless– it's there in Oda saying “Neither good nor evil mean much to you”, it's there in the way it makes you root for mafiosi like they were the good guys, it's there in the way Dazai never even considered to make amends for the bad things he's done (because they were never bad to begin with, because good and bad mean nothing anyway), it's there in the way it constantly shows good people doing bad and bad people doing good in a way that basically equalises them. To me there's really no point in discussing whether Dazai is good, because he is most evidently not, but that's only because he was never meant to be interpreted as such to begin with. Please refer to this post for further details; it's not surprising at all that Dazai switching over to the “good side” didn't come with a radical change of heart, and that he basically stayed the same, because how could he become good when that's no different than being evil, and those both mean nothing anyway?

And I know most people see bsd's core theme as finding a reason to live, and maybe it is, but even then I think that wouldn't be by denying its nihilism, but rather accepting it and finding a reason to live in spite of it: to me all of bsd really sums up in “that, at least, is a little more beautiful”.

#Average Tumblr user reading this post: Wow Op really doesn't get anything about bsd's message #I know it's an unpopular opinion. I'm sorry. Sometimes it happens and you're fully entitled to think my takes are terrible #osamu dazai #bsd #bsd analysis #mine #people asks me stuff #Peoples I know every time I am prompted to say something of this kind I get ten different asks elaborating on why I'm wrong‚ #and I truly appreciate them– without irony‚ I do‚ I dearly cherish getting to see things from a different perspective! #I just haven't gotten around to answering them because. It's just that there's only this much hours in the day– #and although I'm sure it'd open for extremely interesting dialogues‚ there's other things I'd rather be doing than discussing over– #whether bsd as a story is good or bad– I never signed up to talk about anything that wasn't ss/kk to begin with anyways. #I hope you understand!!!! #If I ever was to finish my infinite list of planned posts you can be sure I'll get back to them asks #but in the meantime they're probably going to lie at the bottom of my inbox. #Still I do immensely appreciate people's kindness in attempting to make me see things from a different angle!!!

[musical-chick-13]

Oh not me avoiding a wildly popular piece of media that I’d probably actually like out of sheer spite.

#maybe this is my True Toxic Trait but I just get really annoyed when all I hear is 'this thing is PERFECT it's EVERYTHING it's the only #TRULY high-quality media to EVER exist it is OBJECTIVELY better than literally EVERYTHING else it's the MOST IMPORTANT thing of ALL TIME' #like...again. not that you have to issue a disclaimer for media discussion of every single one of it's flaws before you earn the right to #talk about it. but if people keep holding something up as The Best Ever No Exceptions with literally no other commentary I just kind of... #get irritated to the point where I don't want to engage with the thing #I think in this case it's really...Objectively This Is The Best. I think that's what bothers me. because there IS no objective measurement #of art. it doesn't exist!! and that's okay!!!! just be honest!!!!!!! #'but mc13 what about your relationship to cxgf' well if you go back through my episode reviews you will see that I very much #acknowledged that some things could be done better and that it is not a perfect show because perfect media ALSO doesn't exist #and I've never said that it's the ONLY '''right''' way to present the themes it explores. there are a million different ways to do that #and it is the Greatest of All Time in MY OPINION. that's not going to be true of everyone!! and you can think something is the Best™ #WITHOUT PUTTING DOWN OTHER PIECES OF MEDIA /ESPECIALLY/ ONES THAT ARE NOT EVEN IN THE SAME GENRE OR HAVE THE SAME FUNCTION?????? #I'm also so tired of people saying 'it's good because it's gay™' like that tells me NOTHING #and like. the ideas/themes/concepts presented in this thing (from what I can tell) ARE present in other types of media and y'all REFUSE to #engage in those other things??? like you write them off and disparage them and basically unconditionally hate the things in them but #THIS time it's okay THIS is the exception and there is just NO awareness or critical thought there at all. it's the hypocrisy for me #In the Vents