#I CAN FINALLY BACKFLIP INTO THE SUN

[art-blogge]

Fate Mink goes to London™ sort of

Something was already on fire. Minako hadn't even finished her breakfast when Mephisto blinked into view, shoving his hat under the running faucet and waiting for the fire to go out.

"Good morning, Master," he announced, tilting his head way, way back. He wanted to see her face when he was speaking. "This isn't my fault for once, I promise!"

Minako, still eating despite the disturbance, merely glanced down at Mephisto's tails. Seeing that they were all waving side-to-side at varying speeds, he was probably being honest this time. Probably, but not definitely. Tails one and three were both slower, indicating he was calm, while tail two looked like it was trying to break some sort of speed record. Was he just nervous about something? Maybe that thing being having been on fire?

After shutting off the water, Mephisto tilted back for a second time. "Whatcha lookin' at back there? You can't have any of it! Legally it's yours, sure," he paused to shrug, "But Hyde already called dibs on my rear. Said somethin' about payback? I'm not quite sure what he's on about, but it could be fun! Maybe more fun than lighting my hat on fire!" He rolled over to facing right-side up, throwing his lower body into the air, still leaning towards Minako and grinning. Seeing as he wasn't getting much of an answer, put his head in his hands and overdramatically pouted. He was being ignored, or even worse, selectively not being responded to! Oh, the horrors!

Entering from the hallway into this was Andersen, irritably grumbling something about lions and pricks as he dragged himself and at least two blankets into a chair. This was his territory now, apparently, and the blankets served as cover and added some needed height.

Understandably curious, Minako stood up slightly to peer over the table at him. She didn't speak up- She WAS still eating!- but tilted her head slightly. This was enough for Andersen to understand her question and answer appropriately.

"Hyde. Who and what did you think? The maniac woke me up announcing he wanted to visit London and to "Be prepared"- That last part was in song format!" Andersen slammed a fist against the table, shaking it a bit. "Is he trying to die?! Singing Disney at me when I'm not even working! Were I an offensive unit, he would cease to exist where he stands!"

"You're not?" Mephisto chimed in, picking his head up out of his hands, "I thought you were, really and truly! At least with that additude of yours!" He began to laugh, earning the reward of Andersen's entire tome to the side of his head, at a high velocity. At a lesser velocity, in response to this grave offense, Mephisto whipped Ticking-kun towards Andersen. Unfortunately for Mephisto, Ticking-kun wasn't interested in fighting, and climbed down to the floor instead.

----

Jekyll did not appear as himself until several hours later, when Minako had decided it was time for lunch. She was not with Andersen or Mephisto this time, meaning she could eat in peace. Andersen had disappeared after announcing his intentions to "Write himself out of this dimension and immediately perish on the sun", and Mephisto had begun chasing after the Hassan of Serenity with a clipboard, two pool floats, and other assorted noodle implements. It was for science, he claimed, and finding him dead on the floor would also be counted as science.

"Hyde lit Mephisto's hat on fire," Minako informed him, not even letting Jekyll speak. He only arched his eyebrows as she added "He's really got it out for the clown. You think he's afraid of clowns and he's acting out?"

Jekyll was never the type to laugh at any theories involving Hyde, and this was no exception. It was, unfortunately, a completely valid theory, and the only way to deconfirm it would be asking Hyde himself. Jekyll did not want to wake Hyde- he had finally gone silent twenty minutes earlier- and thus decided to save his questions for a later time. He then gave Minako a shrug, realizing he had left her question hanging.

"It's not impossible, unfortunately," he finally explained, "Improbable, but not impossible. The chances of him enjoying children's cartoons were improbable as well, and it turned out he does enjoy them." Jekyll shook his head, and then quickly added "And unfortunately for Mr. Andersen, he seems to quite enjoy Disney musical numbers."

There was a groan of exasperation from the nearby cabinets in reply to this. Both Jekyll and Minako paused to stare in that direction, surprised. Andersen had apparently crammed himself into the cabinets to write in peace, and only now had he made himself known. His only additional statement was to stick his hand out from the cabinet and give them both a rude hand gesture. Andersen, as per usual, was not very nice to people, to absolutely no one's shock.

----

It was far later in the day when Andersen finally approached his Master. Unfortunately for him, Minako had just finished a training session with Serenity, and was still on edge when he spoke up. This earned Andersen a blast of wind to the face- Something he took with a surprising amount of tolerance.

"I see I frightened you, Master. How cute, perhaps I really could use you as a model protagonist." Andersen smirked, watching Minako's face go from shock to embarrassment. Shaking his head, he let his smirk drop. "But I am not here for that. I discovered something important that may explain Mr. Edward's behavior."

Minako was confused for a brief moment, unsure who "Edward" was. Only when Andersen added "Mr. Hyde," did she understand what he was getting at.

"Oh, yeah, sure! Sit down!" She pulled out a chair for him, but he opted to instead climb onto the table. Huffing slightly, Minako sat down in the chair before leaning forward in interest. "What'd you figure out, Hans? Does he have a crush on Walt Disney?"

Her joke was entirely ignored, and Andersen flipped his tome open to a bookmark- A red one that had not been there previously. The page, startlingly enough, was stained brown, with some parts darker than others. Andersen was careful not to touch these stains, only making an unhappy face.

"I will keep it short. He and the clown had met previously, according to this," Andersen stated, pointing to a single paragraph. Sure enough, it roughly spoke about Mephisto killing someone- Who was unclear- and Jekyll being unhappy about it. Reading further, Minako was able to gather that this had been during a Singularity- An altered space and time where events ran differently, often ending in disaster.

"Servants involved in such Singularities don't usually recall them, but it seems to differ," Hans now added, recognizing that Minako had read ahead. "For example, I do not recall this "London" event at all, but it is still recorded here in full. Neither Dr. Jekyll or the clown seem to, either, but Hyde may be a different story. I cannot speak for Dr. Paracelsus, as he left as soon as I asked him about it." He now closed his tome, keeping the bookmark inside, before looking up at Minako. She did not need to speak for him to understand.

"I cannot say I know of Hyde's motives yet, I know, that is what you want. I would need to see him up close while the subject is relevant. However, do not forcefully cause this to happen- It is Mr. Hyde. He is not to be trusted, so do not do anything stupid!"

Minako nodded and thought about this, before getting out of her seat and thanking Andersen. He threw his hands in the air in response to an unsaid statement, yelling after her "I tell you not to be stupid and you plan on doing it anyway! Fine! Go get obliterated by a Berserker, see if I care!!"

----

"So it turns out we're not allowed to Rayshift," Minako began, nursing her face with an ice-pack, "Since I'm too new and Hyde is already banned."

She paused momentarily, taking note of her servant's attention spans. Jekyll and Andersen were both paying attention, but Mephisto was entertaining himself with a jar of chemicals and a magnet. Figuring two out of three wasn't bad, she continued speaking.

"Chaldea isn't permitted to fully share Singularity records yet, and asking Hyde directly resulted in him counter-offering shit I don't wanna do." Ignoring Andersen's obvious smirking, she quickly added "I'm not gonna bone a maniac just for a QnA! And no, Mephi, murder isn't an option!"

Mephisto groaned and briefly glanced up to display his disappointment, then went back to making some blobs spike up in his jar. He probably wasn't having a good time with the team meeting, but Minako couldn't really tell unless she checked his backside or asked Andersen.

"So what's the ice for?" Andersen asked, still smirking. Minako knew he wanted to hear that he was right, but she refused to give him that satisfaction- Or an answer. Instead, Andersen had the ice pack thrown at him the moment he looked away. This was easily batted away by him, resulting in both of them being unsatisfied. The only winner in this situation was Mephisto, who was still goofing off.

"Might I suggest the Simulator instead?" Jekyll asked, finally giving his input. "It is relatively accurate, and far safer. Hyde hasn't been banned from it yet, either, so there shouldn't be any problems using it." Having not been interrupted or argued against instantly, Jekyll quickly added "And he isn't listening right now, so he wouldn't know we're doing this…"

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"--The hell is this?!" Hyde yelled angrily, "I thought we weren't goin' to London! What the fuck?!"

He was clearly thrown off by the situation he was rudely awoken to, having not at all been prepared to be anywhere outside of the house or even awake at all. For once, he had fully intended to sleep the day away. He was clearly very upset, and very bitter.

"I just got woken up and there ain't even a fight?! It's just shitty ol' London! No one's even heeeeerre! This bitch empttyyyyyyyyy! What the fuck is thiiiiiiiiiiiiis?!"

His continued howls of anger and dismay were not ignored- Minako and her servants were paying Hyde their full attention, hoping he would say something of value. Something. Anything. Anything at all. At some point today.

Hyde, of course, did not say anything even slightly valuable, instead opting to pick up the nearest dumpster and throw it at the "Garbage Clown". This was also not given a single explanation, much to Minako and Andersen's collective annoyances. Of course their foolproof plan had gone awry- It was foolproof, not bastardproof.

"This is going well," Mephisto chimed in, jingling miserably across the floor. For his input, he was given a knife directly into his backside. He hadn't thought he could jingle any more miserably than before, but he was now proven wrong. Another hypothesis down.

----

They lost Hyde within minutes. There wasn't even very far he could go, but they lost him despite everything.

"You would think he'd leave a trail of blood or something!" Mephisto commented, floating on ahead of everyone else. It had been decided that Mephisto would make the best leader, since he'd also make for good bait. Mephisto hadn't been remotely happy about that decision, but he also wanted an excuse to fight Hyde, so it worked out in Minako's favor.

Behind him, Minako was carrying Andersen like a child, much to his complete and utter disdain. He had legs! He could keep up! Sure, he was a bit sore today, but he would manage! He was a grown-ass adult! This definitely also had nothing to do with him accidentally crashing into a streetlight pole while he wasn't paying attention!

They heard Hyde long before they saw him, and Mephisto immediately shot ahead to eavesdrop. Minako and Andersen exchanged tired stares, neither wanting to bother with keeping up. Oh well.

----

"What the hell do you MEAN you don't know?! You're full of shit!"

Hyde was bitching into a rotary phone, Mephisto found while peering into an open window. He took a moment to trace the phone cable, only to stop when he saw the other end of it laying on the floor. It wasn't plugged in? Then what was this about?

"What the fuck do you mean "How the heck am I phoning you"?! Jesus! I'm not phoning you! You're in my head! For a guy with a PHD, you're dumb as hell!!"

Behind Mephisto, Minako and Andersen appeared. Minako was seated on Andersen's tome in midair, and Andersen was irritably sitting on her lap. It wasn't very steady, and Minako was firmly holding onto the sides of the tome. Mephisto wanted to laugh at her, really, but they couldn't chance Hyde noticing them. Hyde briefly had gone quiet, listening to what was apparently Jekyll on the "other end".

"No, I ain't gonna just tell 'em! If he don't know about it, that's a personal problem!"

Mephisto looked at Andersen for his judgment. Andersen silently sighed- He'd observed nothing noteworthy up to that moment. The following moment however, he leaned back into Minako and backed the tome away from the window. Mephisto didn't get to question why Andersen's eyes had gotten as large as saucers before a loveseat crashed through the wall and straight into him, sending both the chair and clown far out of Minako and Andersen's sight.

"That's what you get!!" Hyde jeered, victory toss-slamming the phone reciever into the floor. The reciever did not survive the impact despite the floor being carpeted, not that Hyde cared about that. He cared far more about how he was being eavesdropped on, whipping out a knife upon spotting Minako. Minako threw her hands up- No combat! No intent to fight here!- and Andersen sighed. What a mess.

Well, she could…. No. No, Minako absolutely couldn't handle this. Andersen didn't trust Hyde as far as he could spit, and that wasn't far. He'd have to handle this.

"You sure showed him! He's definitely not going to want to kill you now!" Andersen mock-cheered, glaring at Hyde over his glasses, "Maybe he'll do it the same way he killed the other guy."

Minako raised an eyebrow to Andersen as Hyde sputtered a half-thought out insult. The idea of Mephistopheles killing someone wasn't unusual, but someone Hyde knew? Minako was slightly lost. Andersen kn- Right. Right, he had something written down. Andersen gestured for her to lean down and she did.

"Wild guess," Andersen whispered, smirking, "He's very predictable."

There was clearly more to it, but Andersen didn't elaborate. Minako had already learned that she couldnt always rely on him- There was only a chance for him to come through. All his own whims.

"By the way," Andersen added, "You forgot about something, Hyde."

"Eh?"

Tick-Tock Bomb, 400% Buster damage with bonus Curse.

----

They left the Simulator with Mephisto injured and Hyde (or Jekyll) unconscious, so fifty percent worse than how they'd been on entry. It wasn't a good first experience for any of them, which was repeated by the Chaldean doctor that saw them afterwards. Minako wasn't sure about the white-cloaked man being a doctor of any kind but he sure did heal her Servants, so she didn't ask about that.

"Does Chaldea keep Singularity records?" Andersen piped up rather suddenly, earning the "doctor"'s attention.

"We certainly do!" they cheerfully answered, earning a squint from Andersen. The Caster(s?) maintained eye contact for at least five seconds, making Minako worry that combat might break out. It never did.

"Could you fetch whatever records were related to London? I have things written from then but no memory of such an event."

"Sure thing, Mr. Andersen!"

Minako stared. Why hadn't they just asked for Singularity data? She didn't know that was a thing they could just DO. Then again, it wouldn't have been interesting enough for Mephisto. At least he was taking this well.

She hadn't even seen the doctor leave, but here they were, walking back in with a stack of papers. That quickly? How? Chaldea usually took forever to get one paper printed out. Even suggesting mechanical devices worked in here was a curse in of itself. Even her phone failed in here sometimes, and that was top of the line big money.

"AH-HA!" Andersen announced, startling Minako out of that thoughtline. "I found it!"

He was excited, having found validation for the last few hours of this life. His excitement was contagious, with Mephisto immediately jumping off the desk he'd been sitting on and floating around Andersen's shoulders to also read. Jekyll was less enthused, staring at the ground and wiping off his glasses.

"London Singularity. Mephistopheles killed the Victor Frankenstein of that time period. Dr. Jekyll and Chaldean Servants then defeated Mephistopheles! Due to previously stated rules, anyone killed during a Singularity will die upon time being restored to it's proper state."

"What's odd about this is that I didn't exactly get along with that man," Jekyll uttered as if in response, but added nothing else. Minako looked to Mephisto, but he didn't add anything either. He seemed bothered more than anything.

"But I suppose "I" did," Jekyll added after an extended period of silence. "Hyde says he quite liked the guy."

Mephisto grinned, but Minako watched his tails carefully. He wasn't as happy as he was pretending to be.

"That guy was interesting, but I wouldn't trust him with anything! You shouldn't either!"

[cameronspecial]

Ghost Of A Memory

Pairing: Dad!Rafe Cameron x Reader

Warnings: Loss of a Spouse During Childbirth and Grief

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 0.9K

Summary: All Rafe wants are memories of his family, but sometimes he has to remind himself that he can't have that.

Masterlist

The warm summer sun glows across Rafe’s pale skin, kissing it so that it will soon tan his skin a darker shade. Laughter fills the air and a sappy face falls on Rafe’s face as his eyes fall on the sight of his wife and daughter on the playground. Hannah is climbing the ladder on a mission to go down the slide again; Y/N is waiting for her baby girl at the bottom of the slide to catch her. Hannah plops her butt onto the plastic contraption and squeals in delight as she zooms toward her mother. He finishes laying out the sandwiches on the plates and calls out to his girls, “Lunch is ready.” Y/N keeps her daughter in her arms, taking them both to the picnic blanket, where their lunch is laid out on it. “Salami, tomato, arugula and garlic cream cheese for me. Cheese and lettuce for Little Lady. And turkey, lettuce, tomato, and Havarti for my love,” Rafe announces, pointing to everyone’s meal as he lists the ingredients. Y/N leans forward to kiss his cheek, “Thank you for getting this all ready, Handsome.” Rafe’s cheeks warm like they always do at the nickname. It’s such a basic nickname, but coming from her, it makes him feel like he can do a thousand backflips one after the other. Hannah throws herself into her dad’s arms with her own thank you directed towards him.

The family finishes their food and Hannah is invited to play ball with a boy around her age. Y/N rests her head on Rafe’s shoulder as they both watch their daughter play with her new friend. “I think we should have another one,” she whispers to him. He beams at the idea and presses his lips to her temple, “I think I would love to have another one. Maybe a little boy with your hair and my eyes this time.”  “Hmm, that sounds like a great idea,” she agrees. Hannah lets out a scream in delight, except the longer it goes on, the more it starts to sound like a cry.

———

Rafe wakes up with a jerk into a sitting position. He rubs his eyes with the palms of his hands as he looks around the dark room. Hannah stands in her crib in the corner of the room, rattling against the bars with her cries. Her father swings his feet over the side of the bed and pads over to her. She reaches her arms up toward him and he picks her up. He brings her to his chest, letting her nuzzle his neck. “Shh, it’s okay. I’m right here, Little Lady,” he soothes. He bounces in hopes of providing her with some sort of comfort. He is so tired, yet he can’t go back to sleep because it seems as though Hannah doesn’t want to sleep. He presses his lips against her forehead, “Please, Little Lady, go back to sleep. Daddy is tired.” He tries to see if she is hungry and quickly learns that she isn’t. “What can I give you so you can go to sleep?” he begs, picking up her stuffed penguin. The penguin is rejected, so he tries offering her her blankie. Hannah screeches and throws it on the ground in dissatisfaction. His eyes dart around the room in search of anything that will appease the bebe. Finally, he spots what he thinks is going to cease the crying.

He picks up the fading navy zip-up sweater and wraps it around his daughter's shoulders. The nine-month-old immediately calms, snuggling into the fabric of the hoodie. Rafe sighs, “I know. I miss her too.” He sits in the rocking chair opposite the crib. He looks at the empty spot on the bed beside his, drawing in the figure that should be there for himself. The woman creating a dip in the bed sits up and gives him a lazy smile. “Did she wake up? I don’t know how I slept through her cries. Is she hungry?” Y/N mumbles, standing from the bed. Her footsteps drag against the floor to stand in front of them. He grins up at her, “It’s okay. I figured out what she wanted. It was your Chapel Hill sweater.” He lifts Hannah up a bit so Y/N can see the school logo on the back. “That makes sense,” she agrees. “She’s always been a Mama’s girl.” Rafe chuckles, “So true. I can’t blame her though. She has a pretty amazing mom.” Y/N leans over to kiss her family members and he closes his eyes to embrace the feeling, but just as her skin is supposed to make contact with his, the daydream he is creating for himself dissolves. Instead of the feeling of her lips, he gets a kiss from the wind and he opens his eyes with furrowed eyebrows.

The room is void of any other human being, except for Hannah in his arms. He looks over to the other side of his bed and finds it empty. Likes it has been for the last nine months. The room lacks air and Rafe begins to hyper-ventilate. His immediate thought is to get up to look for the missing link in the room. And then he finally remembers that his dreams can only ever be the ghost of a memory he never gets to make because the love of his life never made it out of the hospital with their baby girl. 

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[jpnriikicore]

Paul Aron as your best friend core

paring paul aron x reader, word count 994, genre fluff, warning roughy translated estonian, authors note sorry, for not releasing this faster i was writing other works for charles and lando <3 ( masterlist )

beach days.

you spend a lot of time on the beach in your free hours lounging around. go off swimming in the ocean. the sun is like a warm blanket wrapped around your body that came fresh out of the dryer. filming him on a cam-recorder when he backflips from a cliff. he somehow tricks you onto the cliff with him occasionally.

late night on the beaches or watching the sunset is the best part. your sides bumping into one another as you walk barefoot along the shoreline feeling the warm sand between your toes and chill seawater slash up onto your ankles. he swings your sandals back and forth from the straps of your sandals since he offered to carry them for you knowing that you hated carrying them yourself. admiring the sunset ahead of you or the moon above you.

boat days.

the sun shone on them basking in it's warmth. a good way to celebrate a podium win for paul. you hit the sea together for a weekend to be still and peaceful in just nothingness. away from his fast life to just have a moment of tranquility together. it’s makes moments like this more special. your legs spread laying onto top of his as your back leans against the comfortable plush white cushions of the boat. his hands soothing rubbing up and down your legs. his pink swimming trunks clad against his thighs after taking a dip into the water. his initials on a chain around your neck.

supporting him during races. through thick and thin and high and lows.

you're always spotted in a secluded corner on the floor of the prema truck. you’re seated together his jacket draped over to you keeping the chill off of you. if qualifying doesn’t go well that day you would sit in comfortable silence whilst reassuring his negative thoughts and feelings through physical touch. your head resting against his shoulder, your slight grazes over his hand, the feeling of you fiddling with his fingers, or the traces on the lines of his palms. just a reminder that everything will be okay. a feathery kiss on the top of his head with a whisper of praise makes him believe that he can do better tomorrow and make all his nerves disappear into thin air.

quality time ( exercise ver. )

you wake up tangled limbs in the sheets of your shared king-sized hotel room bed. the waves crashing on shore was heard from the cracked open balcony doors. seagulls flying around in the early morning blue sky. you vaguely remember him mentioning earlier that morning that he was going for a run before pressing a gentle kiss on your temple before leaving.

some mornings or evenings you would attend runs with him and karl. even staying with him when he works out in the gym maybe getting a mile or two in on the treadmill. he enjoys quality time with you. so, even if you're just sitting crisscrossed on a yoga mat watching him he enjoys it.

he’d convince you that he needs a spotter. even if the weights are a bit too heavy for you and you could help him only very little if you needed too. he still enjoys having your company and letting you feel included. he lightens the load of his weights when you finally do agree on spotting him.

"nii lõbus ei tohiks trennis olla. ( exercise shouldn't be this fun )."

traveling to tallinn and races with him when you can.

traveling around northern italy on a vespa, him driving you around as your arms are wrapped around his torso. towards the end of the night you ride towards a fancy friendship dinner date.

you settled in flimsy chairs on the balcony of your shared hotel room trying out different pastas and slices of pizza from restaurants attempting to find the best one in the country that you’re visiting.

while visiting his home in tallinn he would ensure to bundle you up in thick coats for the cold estonian weather. crunched snow underneath your boots a trail of footsteps in the white left behind you as you take a walk in the snowy weather around midnight.

his siblings.

during, your friendship with paul you’ve become close with his siblings, anna and ralf. anna is like a sister to you. ralf gives you lots of advice and shows embarrassing childhood pictures of paul. which for the record you find oh-so adorable and he finds incredibly embarrassing. you’ve grown expectably close to them due to tagging along on family vacations occasionally since him and his family seem typically fond of your presence. him and his extended family tend to have dinners when his finally back home leading to you practically being apart of his family since you sit in with so many of his family dinners and get to know his close and distant relatives.

"meil peres juba uus ralliäss kasvamas ( we already have a new rally ace growing up in our family )."

teaching you phrases in estonian.

after expressing that you wanted to learn how to speak his native language to speak to his family in the most comfortable way for them and show gratitude towards his parents for raising him the way that they did. he taught you simple phrases, to begin with just enough to get you around his home country without being completely lost.

dino and ollie.

after getting introduced to dino and ollie during the first race you attended with paul you’ve become quick friends with them since it was so easy to speak with them. your often spotted joking around with dino and ollie. just chilling on the floor of the prema truck goofing off with them even walking around the track with them. especially, dancing around with dino to whatever song that plays from his playlist on rainy qualifying days. you was there with the prema team supporting ollie’s debut in formula one.

© JPNRIIKICORE, 2024

[ghoulysaphomet]

Link woke with a start to the ear squelching sound of metal grinding against metal. Not noticing the unknown cloth adorning his shoulders, he sits up, trying to force the residual sleepiness from his eyes.

It's early, possibly around sunrise. The sky is still speckled with barely there stars and awash with hues of oranges, reds and pinks crowning the sun. The maze's walls stand as tall as the first time he'd gazed upon them with moss crawling up the tiles in lazy exploration. The sounds of battle grates on his ears as well as his nerves. He looks, startled at the visage he finds.

The other Link (something is missing, didn't he wear a cloak?) Is brandishing an unknown sword he hadn't been carrying the day before against a tall moblin-esque creature unlike anything he'd ever seen. The monster is at least a few heads taller than the other Link, menacing even without a weapon. It snarls in threat; but other Link answers in kind, showing his teeth before pouncing. His form is so unlike his own, which stems from formal training and experience. This Link's form is more like a bunch of different people's experiences mashed together; an amalgamation of styles. Ruthless in nature but graceful in dodging; it resembles a predator playing with its prey. Link is mesmerised.

Until the other Link's sword breaks, flinging tiny shards into his hands and the ground beneath them. Link grabs his own sword, words of warning on the tip of his tongue as he watches the moblin swipe with sharp claws out at the other man. He barely gets his knees under him before other Link backflips, landing on all fours and pounces with an animalistic snarl. A loud squelch, wet and ragged, echoed by similarly sounding screams, cries loose from the monster. The other Link's blunt teeth and nails are embedded in its harsh black skin, his hair coming undone by the ferocity of his onslaught. The monster pitifully attempts to pust him off but gains a broken wrist as a result. Link can see the way other Link's jaw is straining with effort, the goal not being hitting an artery as much as crushing the trachea maybe. A sick wet crunch echoes around the area before the monster dissolves into black smoke. All Link can hear is the harsh breaths of the other Link as well as his own loud heartbeat.

Finally, it seems the other Link notices him looking. His face has a blood-beard, thick red liquid dripping from his jaw. Hair wild, the ends of his bangs stained crimson. His blue eyes blink before stalking closer to where Link is squatting. A hand reaches out, caressing his chin before landing on his forehead.

"Are.. you okay?" His teeth are stained red, warm breath hits his face. His heart thumbs away in his chest. Suddenly, his lips are dry.

"U-uh. Uhm yeah. Yeah I'm okay - I should be the one to ask you that! Are.. are you okay?" The hand is still holding his jaw, warm and soft. Link doesn't want him to let go for some reason. Unconsciously, he leans into it.

"Your face is red. Do you have a fever?" The other Link asks, pushing some of Link's hair behind his ear. He swallows.

"No. No. Im fine. Peachy."

The other Link frowns, clearly not believing him. He removes his hand and Link resists the urge to chase the warmth.

A piece of moblin flesh is dangling from other Links hair. He tentatively reaches out, aware of other Link's eyes on him like burning candles, and plucks it from his hair. There's something in the air around them. He can't bring himself to look away from other Link's mesmerising eyes; There's small becks of turquoise in his sea-deep eyes.

He knows he's being studied, that he should take back his hand. Instead, he lets it linger.

"..Sky" other Link says.

"..what?"

Other Link's cheeks reddens as he looks away. He clears his throat, licking his lips, seemingly unbothered by the blood.

"Your, ah, your nickname.. it'll be confusing with two Link's here.. and uh.. your.. your eyes. They remind me of the sky" he finishes, face getting redder and redder by the second. Link, or rather, Sky, feels a soft smile coming on.

"Hm.. then you'll.. you'll be Wild!" Because of the finesse and beauty the other man possesses, but the unlimited danger for everyone not knowing where to tread. His eyes like the wild ocean that's courageous, tempestuous, and a hurricane all in one.

Wild cocks his head. Reminiscent of an animal confused. It's cute.

"Why Wild..?" He asks, but doesn't refuse the name.

Sky blushes. "Ah, you know.. we're in the wild.." he knows it sounds weak to even his own ears, but Wild just nods as if reasonable.

"Well.." Wild starts before smiling. His teeth are pink, and the blood on his face has started to crust over and crackle.

"Nice to meet you, Sky." He says, shyly.

It's the most beautiful picture Sky has ever seen.

A short fan-drabble featuring Wild and Sky from @linked-maze by @frulleboi !

Quick Wild doodle to go along with it! 🫀✨️

[jimraisedmeup]

TICK // 9.1 - tiny dancer

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Rating: mature (angst, language, sexual content)

Word Count: 1700

a quick fluffy finale of the new year's eve chapter trilogy ;-)

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Blue jean baby, L.A. lady Seamstress for the band Pretty-eyed, pirate smile You'll marry a music man

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New Year's Eve 1983 - junior year

"Wait!"

You flinched at Eddie's sudden outburst, startling you in the calm atmosphere of the frozen lake. The brown-eyed boy leapt off the back of the van, shaking off the blanket that had been draped around his shoulders.

Watching him with amusement, you downed the rest of your beer, finally feeling a little warmth burning inside of you.

"The hell are you on, Munson?"

In a dramatic fashion, Eddie leaned forward in front of you with a hand outstretched.

"May I have this dance?"

"Uh… what?" you blurted out, looking around. You didn't really know what you were looking for, though, as the only thing around you was this spontaneous man with a permanent sweet smile on his face.

Eddie rolled his eyes, but didn't drop his hand. "Sunshine, did I stutter? Dance with me."

"I don't dance."

"You speak fucking French, but you don't dance?"

"Oui."

"Ugh!" He turned around, staring off into the pitch black night. You caught the subtle movement as he checked his watch.

Enjoying being stubborn, you reached for another can of beer and cracked it open. "You know, I never took you for the dancing type…"

But he ignored your comment, spinning around to face you again. Eddie stepped towards you and rested his hands on either side of where you sat, dangerously close to you. His mischievous eyes followed yours, then the beverage as you raised it to your lips.

"Could you be any more boring, Buckley?"

He knew damn well what he was doing. He knew exactly what would get you out of the van. Eddie challenged your bravery, contested your cool composure. And it worked.

You set down your beer slowly, refusing to meet his proud gaze. You took your time removing the blanket and eventually lifted yourself to stand before him.

"Well, what now?"

Eddie checked his watch again. "Give me your hands, I'll lead."

"It's freezing out here," you complained, dragging out the inevitable, but reluctantly placed your gloved hands into his.

He grinned at you and pulled you close. "Quit your bitchin'."

The fact that your stomach was doing tiny backflips wasn't lost on you. Somehow, Eddie was a furnace in the freezing darkness, his warmth radiating through the thick jacket covering his chest. You brushed your head softly on his chin, enjoying the glimmer of the rings on his hand in the soft light emanating from the open van.

Turning you slowly, Eddie rested one hand on your waist and held the other in his own hand. Swaying a bit, you heard him mumble close to your ear.

"Not that bad, is it?"

"But there's no music."

Taking you by surprise, Eddie began to hum. 

You couldn't quite place the song. But something about it felt like coming home, like reminiscing on a precious memory. You closed your eyes and pressed your forehead to his collarbone. The vibrations in his chest as he hummed the tune could have lulled you to sleep if every nerve in your body wasn't on fire.

It could have been hours gone by, minutes, whatever. You didn't remember the last time you felt this kind of peace, the internal war raging within you coming to a halt.

"Five… four…"

Realizing that Eddie was suddenly counting down to midnight, your chest constricted with need. Lifting your eyes, his dark orbs weren't meeting yours, but rather he was watching your mouth. You couldn't control your urge to follow his lips as he proceeded to count.

"...three… two…"

Pushing up on your toes, the kiss you pressed to him was tender but as scorching as the sun.

Eddie grabbed you harder, pulling your ribcage against his as if he was afraid you might run off, his other hand holding the back of your head. You kissed him forcefully, needing him to know just how much you wanted it.

You didn't care that you probably tasted like beer, or that his jacket smelled slightly of cigarette smoke. You didn't care that it was freezing. You didn't give a flying fuck what your parents would think of this, or your friends at school. 

All that mattered was that Eddie was there, and he was holding you, tasting you. You melted together, ceasing to be separate individuals at that moment.

Fireworks began to pop across the lake, almost muted at the far distance. The lights distracted the man in your arms for a moment as he pulled away from you.

"No," you huffed, using your gloved hand to usher his face back to yours. You didn't care much about the fireworks. Only this.

Your demanding motion to continue kissing him almost sent Eddie over the edge. He pushed you closer to the van until the backs of your thighs hit the bumper.

You immediately lifted your backside into the van, wrapping your arms around him and urging his body to settle between your legs. Your kissing was sweltering, a hot beacon of light that rivaled the New Year's fireworks being set off across the lake.

But when you ran your tongue over his lip, asking for more, Eddie stopped.

He didn't move his feet though, keeping his stance firm with your legs resting on his hips.

"What's wrong?" Your breathing was ragged, your lips almost swollen.

Eddie sighed and rubbed his eyes, seeming to be on the hunt for the right words to say. "Nothing's wrong at all."

"Then come here," you hooked your index fingers through the belt loops on his jeans, tugging his hips closer to yours. 

But still, he stopped and moved away, leaning against the van next to you.

Eddie was quick to speak. "Before you say anything - that was the best fucking thing to happen to me in all of 1984."

You looked at him, still dazed by the kissing and sudden lack of warm contact. "But 1984 just started."

"I know, and I'm telling you. That was the best fucking thing. Thank you."

"You're… welcome?"

Eddie let out a bark of laughter, running a hand through his hair. He snuck a quick glance at you to see you smiling, too.

"Maybe if I'm lucky we can pick back up on this another time, yeah?" he suggested.

You looked away from him, the insecure voice in the back of your head wondering if you did something to turn him off. But you also weren't stupid. Horny teenage urges aside - Eddie was right, and nothing like this needed to be rushed.

Plus, they weren't even officially dating. You wondered if that was even a thing that Eddie Munson was capable of; you had never seen him with a girl before, but also never really went out of your way to look.

The comfort that you felt with him in the darkness of these winter nights made you feel like an entirely new person, the person you longed to be. Without prying eyes, without judgment from others. You found yourself dreading going back to school on Monday. The real world.

Eddie nudged your arm softly, breaking you out of your anxious thoughts. 

"You okay?" 

"What time is it?" You reached for Eddie's wrist, reading the time. "Shit, shit, shit. Can you take me home? But drop me off on the corner of my street, I told Robin I’d meet her an hour after midnight."

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Ballerina, you must've seen her Dancing in the sand And now she's in me, always with me Tiny dancer in my hand

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You wrapped your arm around Robin's slender shoulder as you both walked down the street to your house.

Eddie was gone, disappearing into the mysterious night. You had pecked him on the cheek as a farewell before exiting his van to wait for Robin under the streetlight. You sure you'll be safe getting home? …don't worry about me, Munson.

"So tell me all about your night, Robbie. I missed you."

Robin smiled briefly, her breath coming out like tiny clouds in the cold night air. "I got a New Year's hug. But hey, it was the best fucking New Year's hug I've ever gotten."

Eddie's words reverberated through your mind, but you shook them off.

"Really? Even better than the time Aunt Carol hugged you so hard her boobs knocked out your front baby tooth?" you joked.

You enjoyed making your younger sister laugh more than anything. Doubled over in a fit of giggles, Robin almost had tears in her eyes. 

"Oh my gosh, how do you remember that? I think my seven-year-old brain tried to block that from my memory."

"Me too, but Aunt Carol was a real trip. I still remember the look on your face."

Robin sighed, wiping tears of laughter from her blue eyes. "Happy New Year, by the way."

They walked slowly, strolling down the block, not in any rush to get back home to your parents. You pulled your sister a little closer.

"Happy New Year, Robin. One year closer to getting the hell outta Hawkins."

Side-eyeing her older sister suddenly, Robin pressed you for any details about your night. "Did you and Eddie have a good time?"

As usual, your defenses went up. You almost didn't want to answer your sister's innocent question.

For a split second, you genuinely questioned yourself, wondering why you felt so protective over your private life. Did you really have to hide your feelings for Eddie Munson? Did you really care what people thought of you?

When it came to Robin, no. But when it came to your looming fears over school on Monday morning, your stomach turned.

"I'll keep it simple for you. I had the perfect night. And I watched fireworks, too."

Robin's warm smile and a squeeze of her hand reassured you that life was good. Letting down your walls wasn't such a terrible thing.

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But, oh, how it feels so real Lying here with no one near Only you, and you can hear me When I say softly, slowly

Hold me closer, tiny dancer Count the headlights on the highway Lay me down in sheets of linen You had a busy day today

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(song lyrics credit: "Tiny Dancer" by Elton John)

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[smallestflowtree]

Like everyone else, after a while playing Palia, I've noticed a few areas where I feel the developers could make some improvements. Nothing serious just a few little tweaks

Nai'o keeps offering to show me his backflip and then not doing it. I want to see him do a backflip. Please animate this as a matter of urgency

You've made a game where you can romance everyone at once and I'm far from the only person doing that. Please let me wear all the pins at the same time. I've worked hard for them (I made so many checklists for efficient flirting etc). I deserve to clank when I move

Also if you get everyone to max romance I think there should be an official accomplishment. Suggested title: 'Town Bicycle'

The glider is great but I would also like something to move faster on the ground like maybe some kind of cottagecore skateboard or rollerskates with jetpacks on the sides

Finally (for now), I'd like a button on the chat screen so that, when someone is kicking off that a stranger isn't playing the game the way they deem 'correct', I can launch them into the sun

[historia-vitae-magistras]

Part Two: Space

Part One: Here. Part Two: You are Here. Part Three: Here.

Author's note: Inspired by the 1950s short story "The Man Who Came Early" by Poul Anderson. This is as close to sci-fi as I've ever written and therefore not accurate to the ISS or other actual science because its time travel. Warnings for panic and some goreless action.

International Space Station 400 km above the surface of the Earth. 21st Century

“Careful up there, Jones.” The navigation officer’s voice echoed through the intercom, making Alfred look up, a domed helmet in his hand. He grinned.

“Don’t you worry yourself, darling,” He replied. “I’ve sat on some bison bigger than that panel.”

He could practically hear her eye roll. “Stay in communication and don’t pull another stunt like that backflip.”

“Aww, c’mon. Kids on the live stream went wild for it.”

“Try me, Jones. There won’t be a presidential order on earth that’ll get you back up here again.”

“Laaaaaame.”

The ISS floated serenely 400 kilometres above the earth. Alfred sailed from the equipment locker, pushing off until he reached the airlock. An old hand at this, it was almost as intuitive as horseback riding was when he was younger, but his heart sped up anyway. He clamped his helmet down and checked the comms.

“Eagle Scream, back to baseboys, over. Confirm baseboys.”

He could practically hear an eye roll from the command module. “Eagles don’t even scream. They get that sound from a hawk.”

“That should be a state secret.” Alfred grumbled. There was a whoosh as the airlock was sealed at the inner end. He opened the outer hatch, giving it one final pat for good luck. Hitching his tether, he grabbed the metal rails and took a moment. He never got sick of this part, the void of nothingness with the sheer expanse of the universe before him. The sun was at 40 degrees; the planet was just behind him.

Tossing a look over his shoulder, he could see the little green sweep of Nantucket at the edge of a grey nor’easter. He released one hand to get a better look. He was a handsome bugger from this angle, almost a thousand miles above the earth. He couldn’t quite reach his ass in the suit, but California looked good regardless. When he was done being vain, reverence swept him through the weightless silence. He leaned his helmeted head against his shoulder, watching his pale blue dot. He smiled: home sweet home.

“Move your ass, Jones.”

“Yeah, yeah.” He snapped out of his reverie, grinning in the helmet. After releasing the rails, he sailed gracefully up and behind until the Canadarm appeared. She was preloaded. All he had to do was line it up, fix some wiring and screw it in, and they were golden.

“Jones to command. Jones to command. Come in command. Need you to swing’er over nice and easy.”

The bright white arm twitched on its crane-like elbow joint, and its flexing attachment worked as steel fingers clamped on the panels and kept them in place as Alfred fastened them. It had better joints than Matt, only whirring softly instead of popping and creaking like organic bubble wrap. Alfred positioned himself near the panel that needed replacing, flexing his hands and cracking his knuckles before pulling out his wrench. The arm reached out, perhaps a bit too fast.

“Whoa, easy on the gears! My brother will shit bricks if we fuck up his baby.”

“Sorry.”

Alfred replaced the panels for an hour. The steady guidance of the Canadarm provided the stability he needed to make damn sure the solar panel was securely in place. He stopped, needing an adjustment as the command module chatted with Houston.

Alfred patted the arm and said, "You've got a better grip on that panel than Mattie does on his mental health." She was almost alive, the machinery warm, and she practically purred.

“Captain, we’ve got some funky radiation readings.”

“Almost done, just crank’er up .2 degrees and I can get this finished and come back in for some sweet tea.”

“Houston advises re-entry.”

So? They hadn’t ordered to retreat, and navigation wasn’t panicking. “I just need oh point two degrees and thirty seconds.”

“Noted.”

Canadarm moved a touch. “There you go.” He centred the panel and lined up the screws. He was the last one in when the alarm rang. Emergency lights flashed red and blue. Alfred had never heard them in action before and grew cold. Comms opened again. No. He breathed. He was not panicking.

“Captain, they’re ordering re-entry.”

“Retract the arm. On my way.”

Alfred gripped the rungs and swung his line out of the way. He pushed off hard and scrambled over the top of the rigid cylinder of the can-shaped module. It was dark here, away from his work lights and sliding across the expanse towards the hatch. He caught himself on the handle, keeping his movements controlled.

“Captain?”

“Almost there.”

“Radiations rising!”

Alfred glanced towards the sun, not looking at it. It was brighter now, with dark fire spots. The rings of light jumping up the Corona stretched and flexed like the hoops of the flexible baleen skirts he used to crawl under every now and then before Lemonade Lucy came along and put him on the straight and narrow.

“Why didn’t anyone tell me we were going to get solar flares?”

“The data didn’t show any!”

“Well, that just dills my pickle.” He muttered. He was almost at the hatch. It was brighter now, and he scrambled up the rungs, barely touching one before climbing the next. Alfred swung at the hatch.

Almost there, almost there. Why was he hot? He shouldn’t be hot. His fingers slipped inside his gloves, but he had the lever in his hand. The world fell black before he closed his fingers.

Incident Report Diplomatic Security Service Bureau of Diplomatic Security State Department

On [redacted] and at [redacted], the ISS and ground services at Carnaval facilities reported unusual radiation readings and advised the crew to return inside. See addendum one. Captain [redacted] was in contact with personnel until Captain [redacted]'s suit abruptly transmitted a distress beacon. A thorough search of the ISS was conducted, leading to the discovery of an empty spacesuit, with the helmet still attached. The inner flight suit, including the Snoopy cap and lining, was not recovered. It has been suggested that a replacement may have been made. However, the space suit contained four viable samples of [redacted]'s DNA, leaving no doubt that it belonged to [redacted]. See Addendum Two.

Two simultaneous investigations were conducted by a multidisciplinary team of experts from [redacted] and [redacted]. Interviews were conducted, telemetry data analyzed, and video footage reviewed. The spacesuit Captain [redacted] wore was intact, with no signs of damage or malfunction. Video footage and telemetry data did not reveal any abnormalities or anomalies, except as previously noted. Crew interviews did not provide any significant information regarding the incident. Pushback regarding these results has been seen overseas, significantly [redacted] and [redacted]. It is the recommendation of this body that our counterparts be updated as to the results of this investigation due to the international familial ties of the next of kin and the diplomatic pressure being leveraged.

[dylansslutt]

baby, im yours / j.b

  “i promise it’ll feel real good.”

 “breathe, baby breathe.”

  “can we pretend?”

this was a request by @fred0ublack , i never rlly wrote much for john b so this was fun. i had a different vibe i had to read into from him so i hope you enjoy

summary: tension

 warnings: smut and injury

 “where the hell have you been?” walking up the steps of john b’s chataeu, his eyes flicker to yours.

 “oh ya’ know, the usual...” he mutters making you roll your eyes. “i’ve been calling you loser.”

 walking behind him into the house, everyone else is busy so you ended up at your best friends. “my phone is dead, or lost i dont even know anymore.”

 you lean down snatching a beer from the fridge before glancing back at him. “everyone else is busy today, soo let’s go get food and get shit faced!”

 he sighs dropping onto the couch, making your face fall. “hey, what’s up?” you sit down beside him, his eyes glance over to you.

 “just a lot on my mind right now.” he could barely keep his eyes on you, flickering else where. “if it’s about your dad... i beli-”

 “no.. no- not about him, i just-” he stands up walking from me and to the fridge to grab himself a beer. “just something on my mind okay?”

 the way his eyes were on you made you shift differently, you always thought john b was fine. yet the rule of no pogue on pogue macking so you let your mind be, but right now you were wishing to do something.

 “okay well... since you don’t wanna talk about it.” you stand up now only a few feet from him, “we can do something instead of just sitting here?”

 he nods, “sure, we can take the boat out?” you nod, both of you getting dressed into your suits. since this was reoccurring you always had a bathing suit here.

 stepping out of the bathroom, a towel in one hand as you grab your bag with the other. “we have like 4 beers, do you wanna go to the store before?”

 he calls from the kitchen as you come around, “yea i’ll go grab some real quick.”

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 after getting back with snacks and drinks, you see john b on the boat already. “here!” you hand over the bags as you climb aboard, him setting the stuff down before starting up the boat.

 you both reach a good spot deciding to turn the boat off and chill, you took two beers out the bag. “alright let’s see who’s faster.”

 he laughs shaking his head, “i swear your worse than jj!” you stick your tongue out at him. the beer slides down your throat only a small amount slips down your chin, running down onto your exposed chest.

 he chugs the last few of his just as you pull your empty can away, his gaze follows the trail of the beer. “i won!” you sing song standing up happily, excited you finally beat him.

 “only took you a million tries.” he stands up with you throwing his hat back onto the seat. turning his gaze back towards you with a cheeky smile.

 “shush.” you jokingly told him before you look back at the water. “im gonna warm up some more before i get in.”

he shrugs towards you before running and flipping off the boat. reaching into your bag pulling another beer out, popping the top bringing it up to your lips. you plop back down in your seat enjoying the sun on your skin.

 “you should really get in!” he calls out from the water making you sit up and look over the edge.

 “i will in a minute, imma drink the rest of this first.” you wave your newly opened beer, him only rolling his eyes.

 “ya’ throw me one?” you set the drink in the cup holder to grab another beer, moving back towards the water.

 “you better catch this!” eyeing up the aim you toss it over, landing straight into his palm. “what you mean?” he cockily waves the beer making you throw your head back as a laugh leaves you.

 you chug down the rest of your beer before tossing it into your bag. not gonna litter the beer, kie would actually kill you.

 standing up on the side of the boat you smile down at john b, “there she is.” your hands rest on your hips a small giggle escapes you.

 “okay... do i wanna do a backflip or a front flip?” he smirks weighing the option himself. he paddles back slightly before calling out his answer.

 “a back flip.” you nod in agreement before turning around, but as you did your foot slips. everything moved quickly your head hit something and next second the water overwhelms you.

 your head spins as your eyes tried to focus as you sink down, but your chest was on fire. everything started to blur and you felt yourself began to pass out...

 your body hit the boat floor as john b hovers over you, hands moving frantically. “y/n/n... wake up, come on.”

 you heard his voice, eyes flutter open softly before you start coughing up water. he holds onto moving your hair back. “breathe, baby breathe.”

 you were only coughing softly now but everything that just happen was intense, your eyes flicker up to john b’s who was already staring at you. “shit, y/n/n your head.”

 he reaches back snatching his shirt as you lift your hand to touch your forehead, hissing at the pain snatching your hand away. “it’s doesn’t need stitches just bleeding slightly.”

 a groan leaves your lips, “why am i so fuckin’ clumsy?” john b laughs softly, “you just now notice this?”

 you glare at him before he helps you up and onto the seat, “here let’s head back before you almost die again.” you laugh slightly before wincing. john b’s look of worry goes unnoticed for a moment, your gaze lands on him.

 he turns away quickly before turning the boat on. the ride was short back the house, holding john b’s towel to your forehead so the cut could dry up. as you two pull up he docks the boat before helping you off it.

 “here let me help you.” he says from behind you as you two walk through the door. he flicks the bathroom light on reaching into the cabinets pulling a few things out.

 you hop up onto the counter in the kitchen as he walks towards you. setting the stuff down, you drop your hand from your head letting him get a better look.

 “i’m gonna clean it... it might sting.” he mutters before pouring some alcohol onto a cotton ball. it stung like a bitch but you just let him clean it, knowing the ocean would infect it if untreated.

 “you promise it’s not that bad?” your stare at him, faces inches apart you could lean forward and your lips would touch. his eyes flicker from your cut, to your lips then up to your eyes.

 “it’s not that bad, i’m gonna put this on so it wont scar nasty.” putting something ontop covering the wound somewhat.

 his free hand rest on your knee as he finishes, your stomach drops almost making you nervous. you couldn’t tell if he was hinting anything or it was just him being him.

 you try not to read into anything as he pulls back, “thank you, for saving me pretty much.”

 his hand never moves as his other hand settles on the counter beside you, “you had me worried there, i dont think i ever swam so fast.” his sincerity was deep gaze never leaving yours.

 “i made you lose your beer.” you realize and he shakes his head.

 “you’re worried about the beer?”

 “not really.”

 the two of you then sat in silence for a moment only staring at another. you felt yourself get hot from under his gaze, he licks his lips slightly before he squeezes his knee.

 he opens his mouth just as you go to speak, “go ahead.” you mutter and he shakes his head.

 “n-no you go ahead.”

 “i was just gonna say can you get me some pain reliever?” his hand slips off your knee, making disappointment spread through you. he grabs an item beside you placing it on your lap, before grabbing a water bottle out the fridge.

 “thank you, now what were you gonna say?”

 he seems hesitant at first, you pour two pills on your hand. looking back up at him, thankful your head wasn’t hurting that bad.

 “do you still have feelings for jj?” the question was so random that you stare at him crazy.

 “that was like 8th grade john b, no.” you laugh and he nods, “oh okay.”

 without thinking you reply back, “beside’s i like someone else.” you shut your mouth as he looks directly in your eyes.

 “so you just keep secrets from your best friend now?” you go to push him jokingly but he caught your hand.

 “actually you are mister! you never told me about your crush on cameron, i had to find out from jj.” you hop off the counter now standing shorter than him.

 “th-that is not true.” his blush was now noticeable, not expecting to be caught.

 “oh yea, totally.” the sarcasm drips from your lips as he sighs. “i thought she was cute but nothing else, plus she is dating topper.”

 you held your hands up, “hey i’m not judging you.”  going to walk off his hand grabs your arm softly, stopping your movements.

 “y/n/n, can i ask you something?” he releases your arm after you nod. “who’s your crush?” you felt warm at the question.

 “can we pretend like i said i didn’t have one?” hoping for it to be left alone he only reasks one more time.

 “i don’t know? why are you questioning it so much. falling onto the couch relaxing onto the couch he only stands near it.

 “now come on and lets watch a movie since imma dumbass that got hurt.” he lets the conversation be as he sits down beside you. his arm goes behind you as you click your profile since they dont have one.

 clicking onto a random horror movie, you shift around laying back on the pillows. your legs rest over his lap, hands holding your calf comfortably. the movie begins and john b leans over switching off the lamp.

 the sun setting through the windows was the only source of light as the movie began. after about 20 minutes, you move a little making his hand slide down onto your thigh.

 it stays there unmoving, as you watch his eyes that only stares forward onto the tv. your head wasn’t hurting anymore thankfully so you just remain comfy against him.

  the scene started to get sexual as the two characters began to get flirty, making him squeeze your thigh jokingly. laughing you glance up seeing his gaze already on you. in one move his hand cradles your cheek and captures his lips onto yours.

 eyes fluttering shut motion was soft and sweet, your hands find its way into his hair. he is careful and gentle for you being hurt not so long ago.

 he shifts more on top of you, holding himself up with one arm. his other slipping under your jaw, lightly around your throat. as you bite his lip softly his hand slips down cupping your breast.

 moaning slightly into his mouth he kneads it softly before gripping your waist pulling you up into him. he pulls away panting lightly with a smile on his face.

 a smile couldn’t help cross your face as you question him, “what?”

 “is this okay?” you nod reassuring him as he kisses you once again, this time his hand starts tugging your shorts down. kicking the shorts around your ankles, he brushes along your covered slit.

 a shaky breathe leaves you, as he kisses down your neck slowly. teasingly slipping your panties to the side, you felt your stomach go into knots. landing on the one spot you were craving a moan escapes your lips.

 you lean forward sinking your teeth into his shoulder as he moans from the feeling. “stop teasing me.”

 he chuckles in your ear before he slides two fingers down, coating them with your juices before slowly sliding inside you. your body shakes at the feeling, enjoying how he flickers them inside of you,

 holding his shoulders as he continues, you began rocking your hips against his. “tell me what you want, baby.”

 “your tongue a-and fingers.” you stutter out as he drops down kitty licking your clit. back arching as a moan escapes again.

 “f-fuck...” you whine as he holds your thigh with one hand, the other curling inside of you. “oh god.”

 trying to squeeze your thighs shut, he pulls back looking up through hooded eyes. “stay still baby, i promise it’ll feel real good.”

 the words alone made you sink further in the couch. his tongue going faster as you push towards his lips a moaning mess under him. the bundle builds up in your stomach making your breath hitch.

 “ooh fuc-fuck, im gon-” he never lets up, your thighs shaking around him as your toes began curling up. “imma gonna cum, im gonna cum.”

 you try jerking away but he holds you still as you felt yourself release all over his face. him never letting up.

 after a few more minutes of lapping all your juices, he pulls away licking his lips. “you taste good, baby.” he mutters leaning towards you capturing you in a kiss.

 tasting yourself on him as he pulls away, leaving you still shaking under him. he shoves his pants down looking at you making sure your still okay. nodding he rubs his tip over your soaking folds.

 shivering from the touch, he lines himself up entering you slowly. he leans down kissing your shoulder, trailing all the way up to your lips as you adjust. he begans moving as a slow deep pace before you beg him to go faster.

 his hands pin yours above your head as he lifts your hips up slightly, your head reals at the new angle. slipping one hand out from his grasp you hold onto the pillow above your head.

 “oh god...” feeling yourself being overstimulated as he continues the effortless pounding. your sensation starts to build again as you go to push his hips away, he grasp your wrist once more.

 the most pornographic moan escapes you as you come undone around him, he rides out your wave before he gets sloppy pulling out and cumming onto your stomach.

 heaving in and out as he gets up to grab a towel, you watch through hooded eyes him clean you up. pulling your pants up weakly he scoots you up some slipping back behind you, now cuddling you close.

 calming down beside the slight tremble of your legs, his hands run through your hair softly. “you’re my crush.”

 “i figured... but to tell you. you are mine.” he whispers in your ear before kissing your forehead as you snuggle closer.

[pinievsev]

It's hereeee!

Rise & Shine

(part one!)

[part 1/part 2]

Seungmin X GN!reader

Coffee shop au

Fluff!☁️

As always, requests are open and masterlist is pinned! This turned out longer than expected but I got sleepy after one point so it got a bit bad!

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Seungmin rushed out of his apartment building as soon as he grabbed his bag, he woke up late and hadn't had time to eat or drink anything as he was supposed to be helping jeongin learn a choreography he was struggling with.

He quickly turned a corner, stopping in his tracks as he saw a shop he had never seen before, a bright, yellow sun decoration the the glass of the small building and the sign flashing beautiful colours of orange and yellow. It read "rise & shine".

Seungmin debated wether or not he had time and decided to check it out. He was already late anyway, he'd apologize to jeongin later. He pushed the glass door open the light jingling of the bell hang on it alerting you. You stood up from your spot kneeling behind the counter arranging some cakes on the display case.

The second he saw you his eyes shone and all the sleepiness faded away, he walked towards the counter looking up at the menu behind you. You stood there, patiently waiting for him to decide what to get. In the meantime you studied his features. Not in a weird way!

You noticed the way he frowned his eyebrows when he struggled to read something on the board, the way he held his bag behind him with one hand and the way he smiled wide when he found something he liked.

Finally he looked back at you with the cutest smile you've ever seen. "Could I get aaa- Chai latte?" He questioned as if you'd refuse. You nodded "of course! You can take a sit while I get that ready for you, what's your name? For- for the drink I mean" you pointed at the high chairs Infront of the counter near by. "my name's seungmin! Oh and uh- would you maybe be quick? I'm already really late" you nodded and quickly turned to get started on his drink.

You finished up as quickly as you could, leaning over the counter to call him over from where he had sat down. As soon as he heard you call his name he looked up like a deer in headlights making you chuckle to yourself. You didn't know what it was, but just something about him made your heart do backflips, even though you had only exchanged a few words.

He sped walked up to the counter, placing exactly the amount of money he needed to Infront of you and some extra in the empty tip jar, 'he probably checked the price on the menu' you thought. You nodded and he grabbed his drink thanking you and turning to leave. Just as he was about to exit he heard you call out to him "Have a nice day, seungmin!"

He turned around quickly but you had already disappeared behind the display case, continuing from where you had left off arranging the cakes.

Over the next couple of weeks seungmin visited the shop constantly early in the morning so he wouldn't be late to wherever he had to be.

Today, was one of those normal days, or so you thought. little did you know, seungmin had started falling for you just like you had started falling for him, he had even told the group and Han insisted on going with him once, claiming that he (seungmin) wouldn't make a move without his help.

You looked up at the all too familiar sound of the bells, the light inside the store was dim as you had opened a little late and didn't have time to set up yet seungmin and his friend walked over to the counter, he gave you his cute little smile and your heart melted "Rise and shine~" you said like you had stared to do every day, it started off as a pun due to the name of the shop and since it was early.

"the usual?" You asked already knowing the answer he nodded and just as you were about to turn around you heard the voice of his friend "uhm- excuse me?" You swiftly turned back "right! Sorry! What can I get for you uh-?" "Han, Han jisung, and I'll have a hot chocolate!" You nodded and turned to get started on the order as seungmin led Han to his usual sit.

This is how it usually was, you'd only exchange a few words and you'd make his drink as he sat in his spot on the counter, wishing him a good day as he left the shop, the silence drove Han insane, how could seungmin even TRY to ask you out when he only knew your name, and that from the name tag pinned on your apron.

"dude. Seriously you should go talk to her" seungmin glared at him "I can't. It's been like this for weeks! What If she's just not interested and is nice to everyone?!" The two silently argued as you finished up their cups. "Seungmin, Han!" You called quietly placing their orders on the counter "on the house" you announced, out of nowhere.

"whoa! I should come round here more often then" Han joked, getting on seungmin's last nerve. "Sure. Whatever ya say" you joked crossing your arms. Han grabbed his chocolate and slowly walked backwards nudging a nervous looking seungmin. "everything okay?" You questioned "yup! Everything is fine! I just uh, I had a question" you leaned on the counter to show you were listening prompting your chin on your palms as your elbows rested on the counter.

"right, uh. So would you, maybe go on a date with me?" His voice sounded almost broken, like a child admitting to breaking it's mum's favourite vase.

"oh, seungmin I'd love that but-" his face immediately dropped making your heart shatter "I don't have much free time, work and college at once isn't that easy" you said your eyes basically screaming apologies his way "well if that's the case. I'll come by tomorrow as early as possible, take the day off and hang around here. We'll consider that a date, and since summer is near we'll go on a proper one then?" The hope in his voice made butterflies appear in your stomach and you were basically looking at him with heart eyes "yeah, yeah sure, if that's okay we can do that!" You spoke excitedly yet softly.

The next day. He did as promised, Han would cover for him and he would spend the day at the shop with you. And so he did, making conversation and getting to know eachother as you worked. He stayed until you closed. The lights dimmed and the store deserted apart from the two of you "thanks for today, Minnie!"

He blushed at the nickname and thanked no one on particular for the fact that it was dark and you couldn't see "it was really fun, and not as stressful with you around!" You admitted as you took off your apron and and stretched, yawning. "Of course! I mean, it was really fun!" He agreed, unsure of what to say. You decided to be bold and hugged the boy, pulling away when he didn't return the favour only for him to pull you back in for another hug.

"but I'm tired" he added to his previous statement "you tell me about it" you chuckled pulling away and plopping down on one of the couches in the corner. Seungmin following suit falling down next to you, he placed an arm around your shoulders pulling you closer, he yawned and rested his head on yours his eyes fluttering shut "Seungmin, you need to go home!" You chuckled and he made a 'no' sound (help idk how to explain it) like a toddler refusing to eat it's food.

"let me lock up, at least?" You decided not to argue. You'd be stupid to do so. He agreed letting you go and you quickly locked up from the inside, returning to your seat and he took his previous position. Quickly falling asleep. You close behind. Your arms wrapped around eachother.

[ivybird]

It's always the quiet ones - Part three - It's urgent.

Pairing: Mob!Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader.

Summary: You don’t mess with the Queen.

Word Count: 1878.

Warnings: Swearing, shouting, aggressive John, protective Bucky (he’s a warning, okay), physical abuse, mental abuse, guns, violence, blood, smoking, allusions to sexual assault.

A/N: Hey guys! Thank you for being patient while I dealt with my dogs passing. Okay, so, sad stuff out the way, here’s part three! I’m so excited that this story if finally taking shape and we’re slowly getting into the nitty gritty! Please like, comment, reblog and follow! It’d mean the world! GIF isn’t mine! Enjoy loves!

Series Masterlist.

The next morning, the sun shone through the curtains calling for Bucky to wake. He rolled and stretched with a smile…he was going to see her today. He rushed to shower and eat, the excitement bubbling through him like something he’d never felt. He opted to appear more casual, for the simple reason that he could move if anything turned nasty. As he slipped on his favourite leather jacket and checked himself in the mirror once more, he smiled again, he was positive his face was going to split.

He swiped the invitation off of the counter, grabbed his keys and almost ran to his car. The invitation itself was beautiful, a charcoal black envelope littered with gold writing. Stunning. Bucky practically raced to Walker’s home, the traffic lights clearly on his side. When he pulled up beside John’s car, he cursed, he was hoping she’d be alone. There and then, everything told him to go home, but he couldn’t, so instead, he had a smoke to calm his nerves.

His knuckles were heavy on the door as he knocked, bouncing on the balls of his feet, he just couldn’t stay still. He didn’t think he was going to get an answer, so he turned and made it down two of the steps before he stopped in his tracks at the creak of the door. “Mr Barnes?”. His shoulders fell at the sound of her voice and his inner God was doing backflips. He bounded up the steps to her as he spoke. “Y/N, hi”. She bit her lips shyly, her gaze heading to the floor. The poor girl thought he was breath-taking and wouldn’t dare be caught thinking it. She knew what John would do to her and no amount of makeup or clothes would hide it, he made that clear last time.

“Can I come in?”. Her warm Y/C/E shot up and locked with his, panic washed over her face and her voice cracked as she spoke. “I-I don’t think that’s a good idea Mr Barnes, John won-“. She was cut off by a stern voice, and by the way she tensed Bucky knew it was Walker straight away. His shoulders squared as he waited for the asshole’s arrival. “John won’t what?”. As he sauntered up to the door, Y/N stepped behind him, hidden from Bucky. “Barnes”.

“Walker”. Both men just stared at one another, only breaking eye contact when Y/N cleared her throat. She clung onto John like a koala, terrified if she didn’t, she’d be sent upstairs. “Gonna tell me what you’re doin’ standing at my door, or ya just gonna stand there like an idiot?”. Bucky’s hands tightened into fists, he couldn’t disrespect John, not in his own home, but he’d be damned if he let him speak to the King that way. “Remember who you’re talkin’ to, Walker”. John stuttered and dropped his head for a split second, it took Y/N everything to not giggle at his macho resolve being broken. “I came to give you and Y/N this”. Bucky held the invitation up and snatched it out of reach when John’s hand reached for it. “But I wanna come in”. Walker straightened and took hold of Y/N’s hand and beckoned Bucky through. He was lead to the lounge by the pair, his eyes didn’t leave her. She was tense, her neck was stiff, and he could see she tried to get her had away from him every now and then, but he always tightened his grip.

Before Bucky knew it, they were sat opposite each other on the overly expensive and lavish couches. He was brought a coffee, because he wouldn’t dare to have a sip of whiskey if he was driving, and a finger sandwich to nibble on and only took a bite when he found that Y/N made it. He complimented her food so much it made her go the colour of a plumb and when he pointed it out, she giggled. Walker was quick to try and gain some control over his fiancé again. “So? What’s the invitation for?”. His arm wrapped around her shoulders and pulled her into his side.

She looked so uncomfortable, and Bucky wanted nothing more than to grab her hand and run. “This is for Buchanan’s. We open in six days, and I want the both of you to attend as my guests”. Bucky had never seen Walker looked so confused and his inner God was punching the air as he fought a smirk. He locked eyes with Y/N and shot her a soft smile. “Drinks are on the house; dress code is black tie, and you get a seat up in the throne room”. John scoffed a little as his hold tightened on Y/N. “What’s the throne room? Isn’t that the bathroom?”.

Y/N giggled at John and locked eyes with Bucky once more. “No, John. The throne room is where the King and his most trusted sit. Am I right?”. Bucky chuckled in utter disbelief while anger swirled in John’s eyes. “Yeah…yeah that’s right. How the hell d’ya know that?”. Y/N giggled again; it was like music to Bucky’s ears. “You’re forgetting who my father is, Mr Barnes”. Bucky laughed and locked eyes with her. Her smile was warm and inviting and she could’ve got lost in his ocean orbs. They got lost in one another forgetting John was sitting right next to her until he cleared his throat drawing their attention to him.

“Alright, Barnes. You’ve wormed your way into my home and interrupted my time with Y/N”. She grimaced at his words, clearly not wanting to be left alone with him, silently thanking Bucky for the intrusion. “What’s the catch?”. Bucky leant back and made himself comfortable. “We both know that you being at Buchanan’s as my guest is gonna do wonders for you in the business world, sittin’ with the King after all the shit we’ve been through”. John rolled his eyes at Bucky causing a chuckle to rumble from his chest. Y/N didn’t know why, but the noise made her squirm. “I have some conditions. You break the rules, you get tossed out on your ass while Y/N sits at the top with me”.

She stiffened under John’s hold; she was in for it. Fuck. Bucky saw the interaction between the two, the jut of his jaw pushing towards the stairs. She nodded her head and stood; a sad smile being shot Bucky’s way. He stood the second she was on her feet, confused looks being sent his way by the pair in front of him. “No no, she stays. After all, Y/N needs to hear the rules too, because I can guarantee you, Walker, she won’t break my rules. She’s a good girl who shouldn’t even be within 10ft of you and I can tell you that we’ll have eyes on you all fucking night”.

Y/N looked at John asking permission to sit back down. He nodded at her but the fire in his eyes scared her senseless. She trembled at the thought of what was going to happen after Bucky left, she just wanted someone to be gentle, to kiss her softly and pull her into a hug that doesn’t end up with the other person forcing themselves on her because: “God, you don’t know what the fuck you do to me, you turn me into a fucking monster”.

John indicated for Bucky to continue. He sat back down, pulled his gun out of its holster under his jacket and turned the barrel to face John as he lay it on the coffee table. He smiled at Y/N, and she returned it despite her fear. He made her feel safe. Without taking his eyes of her, Bucky spoke. “You do what you’re told when you’re told, you don’t bat an eyelash without my say so, you cause a fight, you get shot, you try anything, with anyone, you get shot, you hurt anyone in my proximity, your head goes on a spike. Understood?”. Y/N eyed Bucky as he spoke, the way he looked at her, what he was saying to John without looking at him…it dawned on her. He knows. He knows he’s hurting her; he knows everything, he’s silently telling her. A wave of relief washed over her, Bucky watched her body physically relax, he knew she got it. John stood and paced behind the couch Y/N sat on, while he wasn’t looking Bucky gently nodded his head at her and her eyes were watery with relief as she stared at him. John swivelled on his heel to face Bucky once more. “You’ve got a deal, now get the fuck out of my house”. Bucky picked up his gun and stood, nodding softly at Y/N once more. She could’ve cried and screamed there and then. She didn’t want him to go, he had no idea what John was going to do to her. If he caught on that Bucky knows what he’s been doing to her, he’s going to kill her, so she couldn’t blab, she was sure of it. Silent tears made their way down her face as she watched Bucky head to the door. Her small whisper of “please don’t go” not picked up by his too far away ears.

The moment their front door slammed shut John’s hands were on her. He pulled her up from the couch by her hair holding her face so close to his she could smell the coffee on him. “The fuck did you tell him?!”. When she only whimpered at the pain spreading through her scalp he pulled harder. “Huh? The fuck did you tell him? You tell him what we get up to? Show him your bruises? Think he’s your knight in shining armour, think he’s gonna save you, take you away from me?”. Her lips wobbled as she pleaded with him. “I didn’t tell him anything John I swear! I don’t know if he knows!”.

His hand moved so fast she didn’t see it coming, his palm made contact with her cheek, sending her flying to the floor. “Please stop! John please!”. Her pleas were ignored as he straddled her and wrapped his hands around her throat. She kicked and punched but it was no use, he was too strong. She saw black, her vision blurred at the edges before he unexpectedly let up. He scrambled off her and ran his hands through his short blonde her. “Get outta my sight”. She didn’t move, frozen in place. He’d never choked her before; he could’ve killed her. “I said GET OUT”. She scurried off the floor and ran up the stairs not even checking to see if he followed her. She knew Bucky was gone, she couldn’t have run outside and begged him to take her with him.

She slammed the bedroom door shut and ran for her phone. Her watery eyes found the number she was looking for, her hands shook as she brought it up to her ear. The line clicked and she was greeted with a deep ‘hello?’. She cleared her throat and took a deep breath; he didn’t need to know what just happened. “Daddy, hi. Yeah, I’m good, I’m okay. I need you to do somethin’ for me. It’s urgent”.

[notf1obsessed]

A Little Flirting Hurt No One (Charlos): you can find the full fic on here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/55395409

Chapter 13: butterflies

Charles tried to avoid Carlos as much as possible in the upcoming weeks, too embarrassed of what he had done in Canada to face him. It didn't help though considering they were teammates and had to act like it. It also didn't help that they were also meant to be dating.

Not a very good way to keep it up.

He thought about playing it cool and just saying it was for the plan, and the fact he was drunk. But he just couldn't come to terms with that.

Carlos on the other hand, seemed totally fine. He made talk with Charles whenever he could, sat near him on the plane, talked with him during the debriefs. Charles envied how he could move on from things so easily. But the truth was, Carlos was burning on the inside. Every time he saw Charles, his stomach did backflips. Everything about Charles just suddenly seemed so..

Attractive.

The way he smiled. The way he laughed. The way his hair looked as he arrived in the paddock. The way his eyes would glow under the sun. The was his dimples curved into his face. The way he spoke. The way he-

"Right and Carlos you'll be starting first," Silvia's voice brought him out of his trance. They had to film a media video here in Silverstone- though they weren't sure why the UK would be an interesting place to film media for. It was a c2 challenge - which they had gotten quite used to - with the game never have I ever.

Carlos thought for a moment about his options before speaking. He decided if he was going to be tortured with media, might as well have some fun with it, "Never have I ever blacked out at a party before."

Charles felt a flush creep up his neck at the mention of the party, but he fought it back and put a finger down.

"Never have I ever..," Charles thought as well, he decided to return the same energy, "Kissed one of my friends sober."

Carlos's eyes widened for a brief second, the memories of Charles's lips on his. They felt so soft, so warm, so- he put a finger down and began with the next question, "Never have I ever had to carry someone home from a club."

Charles raised an eyebrow. His eyes grew wide as he saw Carlos put a finger down. Wait- had Carlos really carried Charles home. No- it must of been someone else, surely.

Right?

"Right I think we have enough content for this one, thank you everyone!" Silvia's words broke Charles's train of thought. Probably for the better.

They part their ways, both (mainly Charles) a bit too flushed to speak to each other now.

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There it is. Half a lap away from winning. Carlos's feet press harder on the throttle, gloves dripping with sweat. Instead of the car speeding up, it slowed down. His eyes widened in panic as he saw the cars pass in front.

"what's happening," his voice came panicking through the radio.

"Mechanical issue sainz, we need to retire."

His grip around the steering wheel hardened, parking the car in the pit lane near him. His eyes stung but he fought back the tears. He got out of the car, not daring to face anyone. He didn't even take his helmet off before making his way to his driver's room. He swallowed the thick lump in his throat, shutting the door behind him.

He wasn't even able to make it to the massage table before he collapsed, tears streaming down his face.

Why was everything like this.

Why did every win have to be thrown away by some issue.

Why was everyone around him so perfect and him rubbish at everything.

He finally pulled off the helmet, allowing him to breathe properly. He let his head fall back on the door, using as support.

"Carlos?" A soft voice interrupted his quiet sobbing.

Charles.

Carlos didnt respond.

"Can you let me in?"

No response.

Charles sighed, sliding his back down the door to be sat opposite Carlos. They stayed quiet for a couple of minutes, Carlos's hyperventilating the only sound in the air.

"Why am I like this," he blurted out.

Charles's brows furrowed, "What do you mean?"

"Why can't anything ever go my way," he broke into sobs, "Why is every win always out of my reach. Why is everyone around me so perfect. Why am I so rubbish. Why does every person I love never love me back."

Charles felt himself break at hearing his teammate in this condition, "Carlos you are not rubbish," he tried to offer the little comfort that he could, "and you are not to blame for what the team fucks up."

Carlos's sobs stopped for a moment, his shoulders relaxing slightly against the door frame. Charles thought he had managed to break the wall between them, but no longer did Carlos relax did he tense up again.

"Can you go?" Asked Carlos, head buried between his knees.

Charles sighed, not being able to comfort his friend. Alas, he did as he was told, leaving Carlos a mess in his driver's room.

So much for opening up.

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The next time Charles would see him would be in Maranello a week later. Charles had arrived to the factory in a much better shape than last time. Glancing around the factory to find Carlos, he caught his eye and he seemed to be fine. He was chatting with one of the engineers and he seemed.. perfectly normal? While Charles did envy Carlos's ability to move on from things quickly, it didn't seem like this was moving on.

It was bottling up.

He didn't want to ask Carlos as he made it clear at the track that he's not quite trustful of Charles yet.

Or at least isn't ready to open up yet.

It was 2 weeks until the summer break, which meant 2 weeks until the cruise. Something Charles and Carlos were not very keen on going to.    

Debrief ended and they were on another (this time shorter) flight over to Hungary.

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The race went okay for Ferrari, ending with Charles coming P4 and Carlos coming P5. Carlos played with the radio wires for the majority of the video, Charles doing most of the talking. They finished filming their video for the fans and went back to the motorhomes to pack up and go home.

On Carlos's return, he felt a ring in his pocket. Opening it to see who texted him, he groaned at the message from Lando.

Lando: k remember the cruise

Lando: well i bought the tickets and its from the 6th to the 9th in Monaco.

Lando: cya there

Carlos: thx ill be sure to tell Charles

He in-fact was not looking forward to telling Charles they were going to be stuck together on a ship for 2 nights.

But he did, and Charles's reaction was not very better than his, tensing up at the mention of it.

"So how do we meet, if we want t0 keep up the couple illusion," asked Carlos, taking a seat in Charles's drivers room (knowing it was the only time they were going to be able to talk about it).

"You can come back with me to Monaco if you want, I have a guest room," suggested Charles, fidgeting with his fingers.

"It's okay I can take a flight over the night before, I'll just sleep when we get there," responded Carlos, "I'll just meet you at your apartment."

"Okay sounds good," said Charles, desperately wanting to end the conversation.

A bad idea since both of them had very limited knowledge of what they were actually going to do.

And that was very clear when Carlos arrived like a shit-wreck at Charles's apartment.

[pandawarrior]

Avatar Character Ranking: part four

Final part and the most elite characters!!!

A tier

15. Haru

Rebel. Beautiful with and without the moustache. He freed his village from Fire Nation and he didn’t get captured on the day of the black sun. What an absolute king. I had a crush on him because I have good taste in men. HARU FOR EARTH KING!!!

14. Aang

This may be controversial but just hear me out. I don’t hate Aang first of all. He is a good avatar and he did his job all the time. He learnt all bending forms and took down the earth king in what?? A year?? Two years?? Amazing. He stuck to his morals and didn't kill Flopzai. He had a sick tattoo. HE’S THE AVATAR IT’S HIS SHOW. Now. With that being said. He is so ANNOYING. I am so sorry. He is. Out of the main five (Katara, Sokka, Aang, Toph and Zuko) in my opinion, he is the least interesting as a character. Like they could have added more depth. We never really saw him grieve over the loss of his ENTIRE POPULATION. He got a bit mad and moved on. Also let’s be real. Katara, Sokka and Toph were carrying him the whole time. Like most of the plans were from Katara and Sokka They were the masterminds and the backbones of the Gaang. I’m not saying Aang didn’t do anything, but without Katara and Sokka he would be toast. Alson can i just say I don't blame Aang for running away when and getting trapped in ice for 100 years when he found out his duty because same. Now for the REALLY controversial bit. AANG ENDED UP WITH KATARA WHEN SHE SHOULD’VE BEEN WITH ZUKO! THERE! I SAID IT! I could explain why but It would take too long. So to conclude, Aang is great and I like him if course I do but the other main four were better characters and that’s that. Aang can also do the air ball spinny thing which is awesome. 

13.  Ty Lee

DON’T GET ME STARTEDDD!!! SHE IS A QUEEN!!! SHE NEVER FLOPPED NEVER TANKED!!! She was backflipping, cartwheeling, chi blocking (bending?) What couldn't she do? The only one that could go up against mother Katara. Girls wanted to be her, Guys wanted to be with her. No one was doing it like her. Did you see her outfit?? The pink??? Amazing. She rode for Mai, that was her bestie, they were locked in. Chiblocked azula for Mai your bestie would never. 

12. Mai

The realest of the real. Hated her life but she loved Zuko. Real. Absolutely GAGGED Azula “I guess you miscalculated. I love Zuko more than I fear” OH??? My life was never the same. Betrayed Azula and her entire country for Zuko. Again too real. HER PARENTS ARE DUMB FLOPS THAT DON’T LET HER EXPRESS HERSELF. Bit mad. BUT SHE ALSO THROWS KNIVES!!!  I used to think she just had knife dispensers in her hands but the fact that she hand throws them is cooler. Monotone permanently and I love her for it. I place no blame on her for Zutara not happening. 

11. Avatar Kyoshi

Why is she so high??? Because she stood on business. She came back to life and said ”I killed that man, what about it” and dipped. Absolute menace. The makeup, the fans??? What else is there to say? Has a whole island and fanclub AS SHE SHOULD!!

S tier

10. Katara 

Don’t get mad at me for this, and if anyone is anti-katara near me I will fight you. She DESTROYED THE PATRIARCHY HOW CAN YOU NOT LOVE HER? She ended everyone who tried her. Left no witnesses. Was healing and battering people. MASTERED BLOODBENDING ON THE SAME NIGHT SHE LEARNT IT!!! MOTHER!!! LEGEND!!! QUEEN!!!! ENDED HAMA!!! The most responsible Gaang member, she was always looking out for them. But why is she number 12?? Icl…. she got on my nerves a BIT too much. Like, she just did too much sometimes. The most out of pocket thing was when she said sokka didn't love their mom as much as she did?? No need for that. Also, she was dragging out the “not forgiving zuko thing” girl just say you're heartbroken and move on. And she threw Toph in jail. Now Katara. Why. Apart from that and a few other things, literal icon. Her iconic hair loopies are iconic. I used to try to recreate it with my braids lmao. 

9. Suki

SUKIIIIII!!!!! SHE REFORMED SOKKA LITERALLY TURNED HIM INTO A SUFFRAGETTE, THE POWER SHE HOLDS!!! “I AM A WARRIOR BUT I AM A GIRL TOO!” NOT JUST ANY GIRL THE NO1 GIRL. WHAT DID SHE DO WRONG??? NOTHING!!! SHE HAS NO FLAWS!! SHE DEFIED PHYSICS AND CAPTURED THE PRISON WARDEN BY HERSELF!!! EFFORTLESSLY!!! YOUR FAVES COULD NEVER!!!

8. Azula

Guys she’s just misunderstood I swear. She was 14!!! 14 and she had grown ass men shaking in their boots. 14 and she was popping bitches left and right. Literally everyone failed: her mom, Flopzai, even zuko and iroh lowkey. My girl just wanted to be loved, it's not her fault. I'm gonna do a full character debrief on her. I have too much to say, but she is one of the most misunderstood and best characters ever written. She is so complex I literally watch psychology of azula video all the time. The way her character is written. Can't wait to get my psychology A Level so i can analyse her. The beach episode and her flirting had me crying. She's so funny, I love her. 

7. ZUKO

My first boyfriend. When he grew his hair out, six year old had heart eyes. Best redemption arc ever written and I stand by that. He was never evil, he just wanted his Dad’s love and also he is so awkward and funny. He’s so angry at everything I feel bad for him but can I talk about something. One of the most iconic moments of the show is when he did something good and his immune system SHUT DOWN. I was crying, that was so funny. Also, Iroh and Zuko together is comedy gold and also sentimental because Iroh found a son in zuko and Zuko found a father in Iroh. AH I CAN’TTT. Zuko stood up to his abusive uglyass dad and showed him that he can redirect lightning. Zuko teaches Aang to redirect it. In the final battle, Aang redirects the lightning and FLOPZAI’S FACEEEEE. I would therapise Zuko don’t worry. Poor Zuko. I’m gonna do a character debrief of him too because he is literally my first love.

6. Iroh

I wanna drink tea with him once. I know one conversation with him would change the trajectory of my life. Leaves from the vine deserves a Grammy. (Guys I think Iroh was a war criminal and everyone just forgets it nut I can’t make it go away from my head). Anyways he is so cool, he can breathe fire from his mouth. Laos, he kind of tanked when he just let Azula grow uo wit Ozai. but anyway, I love Iroh he’s such a cool guy. I hope hes having a blast in his tea shop. 

5. SOKKA (air horns sound)

First of all, he had unlimited game. He could pull anyone and everyone. Secondly, boomerang. Thirdly, manbun. Fourthly, he’s SOKKA. He was the comedic relief but I just love him so much. He wasn’t a bender but he was still battering people. He didn’t have that much depth till the last season but he was so brave and he had the Gaangs back no matter what. Like he never missed. He was prepared to break into the most secure prison ever to get his dad back like that's a true warrior. Do you know the episode where he goes to get the sword and the Gaang is bored because Sokka isn’t there. That’s how it was watching LOK except that it hurt more because he was dead. Also Sokka and Suki are a power couple. Literal couple of the series.

4. MOMO

WHERE IS MY MOMO SPIN OFF SHOW??? WHERE IS IT??? WHERE???? Momo should have been the next avatar ISTG

3. Appa

APPA!! The real MVP of the show. Carried everyone (literally). Was the bravest. Appa’s last days?? Actual depression serum. Like it’s so sad. Where is my Appa prequel, sequel, soin off show, book series and spin off of the book series WHERE IS IT??

2. TOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOPH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Best character on the show. Everything she did was iconic. Was an underground wrestling champion and nobody knew. Beat the everloving shit out of grown men BY HERSELF. She’s like four feet tall by the way. She sees with her feet. If that's not the coolest thing you've ever heard then I don't know what to say to you. If toph is not even in your top three then don't ever speak to me i am so serious. She was the only one who knew Zuko was being fr about switching sides. That’s my queen fr. SHE! INVENTED! METALBENDING! INVENTED IT! A WHOLE NEW FORM! SHE DID IT!!!!!!! What did your fave do???? That's right they flopped. Toph is the best bender in the show and the best character, argue with the wall. 

 1. Cabbage man

This is half joke, half serious. Cabbage man is not only a victim but he's also secretly a scientist because how was he travelling the world at the same time as the Gaang with NO appa. King behaviour. I hope he got compensation because he lost so much money with all those destroyed cabbages. RIP.

[scarrlettscornsalad]

AEONx APOLLION QUICK ONESHOT THAT I MAXE IN 5 in the morning ( it was awake all night)

Apollion who was aeons husbanr was one day in an office typing on a computer. He got an email from his husband that said that aliens and monsters were attacking his place and aksed him for help so he went.

Apollion got his computer shut down and wet on the platform to go up to the roof of the building where he left his motorcycle and normal people close because he was in his coat. Apollion got on his motorcycl and said "its time for me to live up to my family name and face full life consequences" so he had to go, flooding a pook on the way there

Apoillion ramped off the building and did a backflip and landed. He kept driving down the road and made sure there was no zombies around because he ddint have weapon.

The contrysides were nice and the plants were singing and the birds and the sun was almost down from the top of the sky. the mood was set for the quest to help his husband where he was. Apollions looked around the countrysides and said "its a good day to do what has to be done by me and help my husbandu to defeat the enemys".

Apollion was late so he had to drive really fast. A cop car was hiden near by so whenapollion went by the cops came and wanted to give him a ticket. Here apollion saw the first monster because the cop was posessed and it was actually adeline but adeline already looked like that so she wasnt possessed

"I cant give you my lisense officer" a polo said

"Why not?" said adline redback to apollion

"Because you are ugly" “you too” so pollo shot adinenein the head and drove off thinking "my huban is in trouble there" and went faster.

Apollion had to go faster like the speed of sound and got there fast because aeon needed him where he was. apollion looked at road signs and saw "Ravenholm" with someons writing under it saying "u shudnt come here" so apollion almost turned around but heard screaming like aeon so he went faster again.

Apollion drove in and did another flip n jumped off his motorbike and the motor bike took out some headcrab zombies infront of apollion . apollion smiled and walked fast. Sapollion then looked on the ground and found wepon so he pickd it up and fired fast at zombie goasts in front of a house.

Apollion said "Zombie goasts leave this place" and the zombie goasts said "but this is our house" and apollion felt sorry for them becaus they couldnt live there anymore because they were zombie goasts so he blew up the house and killed the zombie goasts so they were at piece.

Then apollion herd another scream from his husbando so he kept walking really faster to get where he was. Ravenholdm was nothing like the countrysides there was no birds singing and the pants were dead and teh dirt was messy and bloody.

When apollion got to where the screaming was started from he found his husband aeon fightin the final bosss and aeon said "apollion! Over here!" so aeon went there to where aeon was fighting. Apollion fired his bullet from teh gun really fast and the bullets went and shot the final boss in the eyes and the final boss couldnt see.

Aeon said "its time to end this ones and for all!" and punched the final boss in the face and the final boss fell. Apollkiion said "thanks i could help, honi" and aeon said "you should come here earlier next time" and they laughed.

The laughed overed quickly though because apollion yelled "LOOK OUTPOOKIE!" and pointed up to the top of the sky. aeonlooked up and said "NOO! Apollion run out of here fast as you can!" and apollion walked real fast out.

Apolion loked back and saw aeon get steppd on by the next boss and he was mad and angry.

"I'll get you back evil boss!" apollionyelled at the top of lungs.

to be continued..?

Its so bad!!! But i yried!! Toodles!!!

[sarahmadpeople]

Unappreciated (p.1)

a/n : hii there!! soo i’ve written this fic like 2 years ago and finally decided to post :’) no harm to any party or The Boyz,, and i don’t own any of them (just the storyline hehe) ✌🏼 enjoyy ~~

Words : 2K+

Warnings : None

Part 2 | Part 3

~

"Hyung, can I do the backflip stunt?" Eric asked their choreographer, smiling in excitement, when they were told the performance for Kingdom will have a suspended 360° backflip. Eric has been waiting to do such stunts considering the thrill and excitement of it.

All of his members and choreographer turned their head, as quickly as one can imagine, towards Eric. They laughed. "Eric, are you sure? The stunt is quite dangerous and I would rather dance line do it" Hansol hyung, their choreographer, voiced out. Eric's smile faltered hearing his trainer's opinion. However, he was determined to get that spot.

"Hyung, I want to try, really, I can make it work. I was a sports person so I think, no, I know I can do it" Eric reasoned. The others just kept in silence, looking back and forth from their trainer to Eric. After a few minutes of consideration, Hansol hyung finally conceded and allowed Eric to take part in the stunt. Eric's smile was shining through his face.

"Eric," Hansol hyung called out, "you better not mess up the stunt, understand? It's an important part of the performance." Eric nodded, he knew if he messed up and the stunt flop, he was risking the whole team. Eric vowed to make sure it's done perfectly.

The Boyz started their practice, learning the moves for the upcoming performance. A few hours into practice, they started practicing the backflip stunt. It was Eric's first time doing this despite engaging in sports during his younger years.

'Please don't make a fool of yourself, Eric' Eric hoped. His hopes crashed the same way he crashed on the mat after the unstable backflip. He could hear snickers and giggles, Eric knew some came from his hyungs and he couldn't help but feel sad with that fact although Eric knew they always laugh when someone accidentally makes a mistake during practice. But this was different and Eric didn't know why.

Eric got up and tried again with Hyunjae, Juyeon and Jacob supporting him for the flip. This time he managed to land on both feet but unfortunately he was not able to maintain the balance. Luckily no giggle and snickers could be heard. Hansol hyung asked Eric to practice again for another 3 times before continuing with other dance moves.

The timing on the clock showed 1 am when the boys finally announced the end of practice for the day. They all went home and got some rest before continuing practice the next morning.

~

"ERIC!" Hansol hyung shouted when Eric failed to do the backflip again. It was only the 2nd failure after the one yesterday but apparently Hansol hyung was expecting no failures at all. "You call this "You can make it work out"" Hansol hyung air-quoted what Eric said the day before. Eric bowed his head in apology and promised he would practice again until he makes no mistake.

Surprisingly, after the 2nd mistake, Eric managed to hit the stunt perfectly every time they practiced. The smile on Eric's face just showed how proud and happy he was but unfortunately nobody seemed to praise him or even say a simple 'good job' to him. But Eric understood, maybe once they saw he could hit the stunt during the actual performance, they would praise him and be very proud.

However, that wasn't the case at all. After their 2nd round performance in Kingdom, with Eric slaying the stunt with absolute perfection, nobody came to Eric to even give him a pat in the back like they always do. Nobody approached Eric to say 'good job' or mentioned anything about the backflip. 'Were they not satisfied?' Eric wondered.

As they approached their waiting room, Eric pulled Sunwoo to the side. "Sunwoo, did I do something wrong?" Eric asked, causing Sunwoo to frown in confusion. "What do you mean?" Sunwoo asked him back.

Eric sighed. He told Sunwoo to just forget what he asked and walked into the waiting room before sitting at the end of the couch, beside Kevin. Eric felt like crying but strongly fought against the tears, he was not going to cry in front of his hyungs. He diverted his focus to other groups' performances but it was hard trying to focus on something when your mind is thinking of something else.

"Eric, let's go. We need to get to the studio for ranking evaluation" Eric heard Kevin talking to him, breaking him off his stupor. How long had he been zoning out?

Eric's body operated on auto, feet bringing him to the studio, where he sat beside Haknyeon. As they announced the ranking, Eric knew he contributed to the drop in ranking for The Boyz. 3rd place was not a bad ranking but it's not satisfying for the boys as they aimed 1st for every round.

Eric walked by himself as they retreated to their waiting room to get their belongings.

"Good job everyone, you have done a great job today with the amazing dance and vocals. It's okay that we got 3rd, although it's not satisfying but at least we enjoyed the performance." Sangyeon spoke when they got settled in the waiting room. Not the first time that day that Eric felt the sting of omission. He knew that the leader also intended the good job to him but it would have been great to hear a specific praise or feedback, even, for him. But Eric knew he couldn't hold it against his hyungs, who have been putting in a lot of effort in making the performance a success. His contribution was nothing compared to theirs. So, Eric just kept quiet about the sting of not being recognised for the stunt he did because that's who Eric is.

But even the most patient person in the world has a limit.

~

O Sole Mio might be the song Eric disliked the most in his life. No offence to SF9 but performing this song had Eric in so much stress, not that he did much for the performance itself.

Eric retreated to the dance studio feeling dejected as ever. The rap he wrote for his part in the 3rd Kingdom performance was cut from 6 lines to 3 lines only. His lines were the least among the other 10 members. He knew there was no doubt he was going to be shone over by his hyungs. Eric personally didn't mind it at all but after the last performance, he was determined to shine together with his hyungs and get the recognition he thought he deserved.

"Yah Eric-ah! What are you daydreaming about?" Sunwoo approached him and Eric saw his hyungs all entered the dance studio. Eric gave a smile that he knew didn't reach his ears like it normally does, and just said, "Nothing."

"All right, if it's nothing then let's get to practice" Sunwoo grabbed Eric's arm and pulled him up. Eric threw himself into the dance practice to forget about what he had been thinking about before.

Nobody seemed to notice Eric's unusual and dejected demeanor. Nobody ought to ask if he was feeling okay. Nobody talked to him aside from giving instruction on how the dance moves are.

Once practice ended at 1 am , Eric stormed off to the toilet. He couldn't stop the tears from running down his cheeks. Eric was having a hard time to hold himself together but after 10 minutes, the tears stopped and he was calmed enough to come out of the toilet. It was then Eric noticed nobody ran after him, not that Eric expected or wanted them to. And again, he felt the sting of not being seen by his hyungs.

As Eric walked towards the dance studio, he thought about what he did to make his hyungs act this way towards him. They usually notice whenever Eric was feeling down but somehow after Kingdom started, they also started acting differently. Eric didn't want to hover his hyungs nor did he want to make his hyungs feel smothered with his constant wants to be together with them but that's who Eric is and it had never been an issue. Or has it always been? Eric's eyes teared up again but he composed himself, continuing the journey back to the studio just to be shocked that everyone including their back-up dancers had left.

Eric dropped to the floor and just looked around the empty room. "They really left me," Eric said to himself. Eric reached for his phone and sent a quick text to his manager and Sangyeon, informing them he was still at the company.

Not even a minute after he sent the text,

Sangyeon replied : I thought you were going to stay a little longer to practice.

Eric froze. Did his hyung want him to practice more? He didn't realise it was the case.

Eric shook himself out of his dazed state and replied back : Yeah hyung, I did. Maybe I forgot just now. I'll get to it then. Sorry to bother you hyung.

He then texted his manager to inform him that he was staying longer to practice, which his manager replied with a thumbs up.

Eric stood and started dancing, smoothing his moves over and over again. He didn't notice just how long he had been in the room practicing until his alarm rang, showing it was nearing 5 am. He had been there for about 4 hours. Eric needed to get home to have at least some rest since they had practice at 7 am but as he slide down the wall and collapsed on the floor, Eric started to feel the disappointment of the past weeks and the exhaustion creeping in making him lost his control and just cried, sobbing there on the dance floor.

It was a good 1 hour before Eric stopped crying and got himself up slowly. He grabbed his bag and went to the showers to clean himself up before going to his studio room to get some shut-eye before another round of practice with the others.

~

Jacob woke up thanks to his alarm blaring beside his bed. Being an early riser, Jacob went straight to the bathroom and got himself ready for practice. Once he was ready and dressed, Jacob went straight to New and Eric's shared bedroom to check on the youngest. He had noticed that their maknae has not been himself, with the lack of smiles, jokes and bright personality. But checking on the maknae had slipped off Jacob's mind as he was caught up with practices and was too exhausted every time he wanted to check on Eric.

Upon entering the room, Jacob saw that Eric's bed was untouched. There was no evidence that someone slept in the bed the night before. Jacob ran back to his shared room with Sangyeon, worry evident on his face making Sangyeon worried too.

"Hey, what's wrong?" Sangyeon prompted. "Eric, Eric's not here. His bed was untouched, Sangyeon," Jacob explained in a rush, wanting to just find his dongsaeng and make sure he was okay.

Sangyeon's worried expression smoothed out, then he set out to explain that Eric was at the company for extra practice. Jacob looked at Sangyeom in shock, "You let him stay longer to practice? Sangyeon! All of us are tired and Eric is too, you should have made him come home to rest. We have practice at 7 and he won't have enough time to rest!" Sangyeon winced at Jacob's tone of voice, knowing that Jacob was worried about their maknae.

"All right, tonight I'll make sure he comes and gets enough rest" Sangyeon persuaded Jacob and got ready for practice. All 10 members headed out for practice only to find Eric already practicing in the dance studio, making Jacob think if Eric got any sleep at all.

~

Eric tried falling asleep but to no avail. His mind kept thinking about why nobody talked about the backflip, why his rap got cut out, why he is dancing on the sides. Why was he here if nothing he did contributed to the success of the team. Failing to sleep, Eric got up and went to the dance studio, starting the practice before his hyungs and choreographer arrived.

As he was dancing, Eric heard the door open and came in his hyungs who looked better as they got their well-deserved rest even if it's not long.

"Eric-ah, did you get some sleep?" Jacob approached the poor boy.

"Yes hyung, i was too tired to go home so i slept in the music studio room." Eric lied, he was glad and happy his hyung was talking to him about things other than practice but he still didn't want to worry or burden them.

"Okay then-" before Jacob could finish, Hansol hyung entered and quickly commenced the practice which ended 12 hours later. Sangyeon ensured all members are accounted for when getting back.

Their routine continued until the day of the performance which Eric dreaded all the way.

~

"Good job everyone" The Boyz exclaimed as they finished performing "O Sole Mio". The performance was beautiful and Eric was proud he did his part with no mistakes and up to his expectations. Eric was practically beaming as they successfully performed SF9's song even though the journey to it was exhausting and filled with sadness.

Eric bumped into Inseong as he was going to the restroom. "Eric-ah, did you perform just now?" Inseong asked. "Yes hyung, I did. I did a rap part after Juyeon hyung's break dance in the cage," Eric didn't see this coming, at all. Was his part so little that it went unnoticed?

~

sorry for any mistakes and do lemme know what you think of this fic ><

Part 2 | Part 3

[constanteyeburn]

Superbat (platonic or romantic) wip..it’s lego batman💕

“..Should I wear this batsuit,” Bruce paused to shake the suit in his left hand, “or this batsuit,” He picked up a suit nearly identical to the one in his left hand, the only noticeable difference was the blueish tint of the black areas of the suit. 

Bruce was suiting up to attend a gala hosted by Oliver Queen, as a tribute, a thank you, to the heros in their world. Bruce scowled in his head, he should’ve been the one to host it. He was better than Green Arrow anyway. He did cooler backflips. He was richer. And super macho.

Clark stood completely still in confusion, putting his supervision to good use, examining the different fabrics. 

“Um..the- the black one?” He guessed, confusion clear in his tone, hoping his answer was the one Bruce was looking for.

Bruce fixed him with a blank stare. He sighed before speaking, as if he were talking to a toddler, “They’re both black, Superidiot.”

Clark bit back a smile at the insult and responded, “Well..I guess the one in your left hand?”

Bruce stood pondering for a moment, before tossing the one in his left hand into the air. He chucked off his civilian clothes and got dressed in the blue-toned Batman suit.

“Your fashion sense is..interesting, no offense man, but I don’t think I want to wear a suit if you prefer it.”

“Ouch. I’m hurt Bruce.”

“The media will hurt me if I appear in that absurdly blue suit.”

“You can hardly tell the suit is blue!”

“Says the person with supervision.” 

___

Batman and Superman appeared at the gala separately, but in similar ways.

Superman flew down from the sky, with a smile bright enough to blind the sun he was floating in front of.

“Hello Star City citizens. Superman has arrived,” he announced as he touched the ground. The sound of hundreds of cameras entered his ears and he grinned ever more. The sound of the questions of the many reporters there were enough to overwhelm even those without super hearing. He smiled and promised the press he would answer their questions later and floated above their heads into the entrance of the gala.

Batman arrived not long after. Speeding into the city in his Batmobile, with flames spouting from the back. He drifted into the driveway and did a few donuts before hopping out of his car in a series of flips and other tricks. He quickly told his ‘puter to drive itself back home before the press got any ideas.

He relished in the feeling of being praised by the hundreds of people there.

“Batman! Batman! Is it true that you’re only a human in a league of metas?” A reporter shouted.

Batman squinted at him, responding, “uhhh..yeah, it’s pretty cool. I mean I’m pretty cool being so macho that I can go head to head with these superheros don’t you think?” He shot them a cocky wink and a lopsided grin.

“Batman! Is it true that you and Bruce Wayne are roommates?”

Oh..yeah. That part, uhh. He paused for a long moment before shouting, “HEY! Who wants some batman merch?!! The Newest “Who’s The Bat Man” cds are out!!” He pulled out a tshirt gun from nowhere and spun in circles distributing them to the crowd. He repeated his crazy process with all the different types of merch he had.

He laughed boisterously and shouted, “Would Bruce Wayne do that,” and then he stopped, and more quietly, to himself, “oh yeah, he totally would.”

The reporters now dropped out in Batman merch boxed him in even more, their questions getting even louder. He looked left and right before finally looking up.

He shot his grappling hook up towards the roof of the building and shouted, “Thanks for your questions guys! I’ve gotta attend that gala now!”

With a woosh he was pulled up towards the roof. He looked behind him to smile and wave at the press..and smacked against the building. Suddenly it became silent and the only sound heard was the noise he made when he slid off the roof and landed on the steps by the entrance. He popped up, brushing himself off.

With an, “I’m alright guys!” he rushed off into the building ready to party with the other league members..who hopefully would actually talk to him this time.

[hymnofshadows-archive]

@immy-ooc @sins-of-the-sea (Yells at tumblr for not letting me tag your main blog)

'aight so, might as well do all of the Seven because I have So Many Thoughts about this.

Option A:

The Seven are Drowned. They exist solely in service to the Lord of the Whorl, Leviathan. Like any who has been claimed by primals, their loyalty to him is unwavering and knows no end. Their continued existence is only to strengthen their god and to summon him unto the world.

They work closely with the Sahagin and the Reavers - plundering supplies as they can, but naturally prioritizing capturing people to sacrifice to him and crystals with which to summon him.

Option B:

The Seven are just another pirate crew in Limsa Lominsa. On the surface, things seem perfectly legal - they have their privateering license and will gladly assure you that the wares they're trying to sell you was, in fact, stolen from a Garlean ship, thank you very much.

But any pirate crew knows how to manage their reputation, doesn't it? Keep a low profile. Stick to the code when you can so you don't draw the attention of the Rogue's Guild. You can get away with almost anything in a nation like this, can't you?

The Crew:

Captain Josep Frascona Race: Midlander Hyur Nationality: Lominsan Classes: Marauder>Warrior, Rogue>Ninja

Marauder and Rogue are both classes that start in Limsa Lominsa - both with a long history connected to piracy, making them easy choices.

Marauders have long had places on ships, their greataxes useful for both combat and felling the masts of other ships. And, as he is the Sin of Wrath... the Job upgrade into Warrior makes sense. He can have a bit of berserker rage, as a treat.

The Rogues are a covert group who serves to enforce the Pirate Code and police the city-state under cover of darkness. So Josep's canon shadowy stealth skills from his fog form can be translated into him having learned from them. I see the Ninja upgrade as something he picks up during a trip to the Far East - noticing similarities in the fighting styles and adapting it into his own.

Abena Frascona

Race: Seeker of the Sun Miqo'te Nationality: Ul'dahn Classes: Musketeer (non-playable), Machinist, Alchemist

Musketeer was a planned musket-wielding class that never got added (but there's still references to it in game so it exists it just can't be you).

Machinist, added in the Heavensward expansion, however, is a gun wielding Job... and the poor guildmaster will hand out guns like candy trying to convince people they're viable weapons.

Alchemist is a crafting class... that I really don't think I have to explain, let Abena make fucked up little potions to her heart's content.

Rashid al-Qadar

Race: Hellsguard Roegadyn (listen. him big i don't make the rules) Nationality: Thavnairian Classes: Gladiator>Paladin, Arcanist>Summoner

Paladin is your classic sword/shield class. And I know this is absolutely a case of me projecting here but I feel like that suits him somehow.

I choose Arcanist because, well. His ability to summon simulacra in canon I feel translates fairly well to the summoning of carbuncles and egis.

Wang Ruixiong

Race: Raen Au Ra (he's a lizard now sorry i just like the scaley guys) Nationality: Doman Classes: Pugilist>Monk, Lancer>Dragoon

"Adept at martial arts" his bio says. Say no more! I give him the power of punch real good. Open your chakras.

Okay so Lancer is a more strenuous one and I'm putting it on the list because of one glamour item you can get: the Eastern Journey Staff. Become fantasy Sun Wukong.

Guy Duchamp

Race: Woodwight Elezen Nationality: (New) Sharlayan Classes: Thaumaturge/Black Mage, Red Mage, Weaver

GG ez, give the guy with fire powers the class/Job with fire spells. Black Mage is an obvious choice.

Red Mage, as in many Final Fantasy games, is a combination of Black and White Magics... but also they fence. He's got magic. He's got a sword. He'll do a fancy french backflip and you'll like it.

It's hard to give some of these guys crafting/gathering classes but... I dunno, maybe the fashionable man knows how to keep his clothes looking good even after so long at sea.

Phoebus Duchamp

Race: Woodwight Elezen Nationality: (New) Sharlayan Classes: Arcanist>Scholar, Carpenter, Botanist

Okay so, like Rashid, it's a case of "give the guy with summons a summoning class" but Phi goes into Scholar because he's assigned healer of the crew. And tbh I feel like nothing says Sloth quite like summoning a fairy to heal your friends instead of doing it yourself. That MP is better used elsewhere he promises.

Botanist is another easy one. Phi has gardening knowledge? He can grow and harvest plants for Gio and Abi.

Carpenter... I just picked that cause it felt the closest to sculpture to me, I mean wood carving is a thing. Plus having someone who knows how to work with wood on your Pirate crew is useful so like. Bonus points.

Giovanni Vespucci

Race: Midlander Hyur Nationality: Ishgardian Classes: Archer>Bard, Pugilist>Monk, Culinarian

Gio's good with music... so let him use the music. Inspire your allies! Buff your friends! Rain arrows on your opponents!

I've kinda been avoiding duplicate classes where I can but Rui teaching Gio is a sweet enough idea that I'll allow it. He's obviously not as high leveled in it as Rui is though.

Culinarian... listen that's the "cooking" crafting class I literally do not need to justify any further. He would weaponize his frying pan like Julyan Manderville if you commit enough food crimes though.