honestly @lovehimidont brought up such a true point in the reblogged tags regarding Rory and the two worlds sheâs sorta balancing between. I just needed to dive deeper into this. Itâs shown throughout the course of s5-s6 that sheâs finding aspects of her grandparentsâ world she enjoyed or just got used to but I donât think we ever saw her truly passionate.
Joining the DAR was more so a job she took on bc she believed journalism was out the window. It wasnât her first choice nor something sheâd ever considered up until the M.H. incident. It didnât appear that she was really happy, just content to put other valuable skills she has (planning and organization) to use and distract herself. The partying didnât make her that happy either, it just took her focus off what she really knew she had to face. More of a numbing agent rather than something sheâd actually enjoy I feel like. Maybe the first few but after a while.. I dunno. But, in general, it didnât feel like she was understood or really known by ppl of that side of her. Logan is a prime example with the Birkin Bag (which I have mentioned in a different post). The thought was sweet but Rory didnât even understand the gift at first. She didnât understand the value nor the apparent meaning of it and I believe that says something rather important..
Honestly as much as she mightâve settled into the richer high society world, that smile and relief on her face as she left it couldnât have proved the previous points more in my opinion. I personally believe itâs never really been about her not fitting into two worlds fully, I always saw it more as (and prepare yourself, this is about to get metaphorical) Rory staying on the shallow/non-deep side of a pool while also being curious to see what the deep side is like. She goes to the deep side and realizes itâs cool for a time being but in the end, sheâll always return to the former.
I mean, did you see her smile during that phone call? đ„ș
(Shallow is the correct word, right? Like itâs the non-deep end, I hope or thatâll be embarrassing đ
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Me? Going absolutely insane over every single Kanej moment in both the books and the series? Itâs more likely than you think
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YOU WERE LIKE AN ANGEL TO ME | Spencer Reid x Sunshine!Reader
Request: my DARLING @avis-writeshq says- iâm a menace but i ADORED the spencer fic u posted đ„č UGH THEYRE SO CUTE YOUR HONOURRRR đčif itâs okay, may i request another fic with the same couple đ perhaps one day reader is not as sweet or chirpy as she usually is, or she gets injured or threatened in the field? much love and lots of kisses xoxo đ«¶
Description: Spencer swore he wanted to hate her. She was too happy, too chirpy, too much for a guy who spent months rotting in prison. But how could he ever hate her when she cried in his chest like that?
Length: 5k (I'm feral for these two)
warnings: post prison reid. Angst. depiction of suicide from the Unsub. gory language used. guns mentioned. mention of $nuff video and other murders. Nothing that hasn't been done on CM already.
authors note: if y'all want to see more with these two just SAY because I am all ears I would die on this ship
There were a lot of times in his time at the BAU that Spencer had wished he could have changed the outcome of their bad guy, surprisingly enough. There was the time they found their UnSub a few minutes too late, and one of the victims fathers decided to take him out then and there with a shotgun to the head. He was just a kid. There was the entire time he was with Tobias Hankel, and he lived in a state of both fear and sympathy for the boy trapped in his own body after years of abuse. There was Nathan Harris, the kid who had stopped him at the subway station and practically begged him for help to stop his urges to murder, only to slit his own wrists before Spencer could get to him because he thought he was tainted.Â
He could see how it was easy in their job to get wrapped up in saving the day, in saving everyone they could. He just had hoped, on some stupid grace of a god he didnât even believe in, that she would have at least remained untouched by the bad luck.Â
Spencer had always thought, since the first day he had arrived back into the office after his stint in prison, that she seemed to just waltz through life easier than anyone else. He knew the concept of luck was not quantifiable, that it was just a coincidence that good things happened to some people, and bad things happened to others. He always grouped himself in with the latter, because what was his entire life if not one bad hand of cards after another?
Part of him had been seething with vitriol jealousy when he first met her. He hated how the elevator doors seemed to open without hesitation for her, no waiting required. He hated how her hair never seemed to fall out of place, while his required primping and preening to upkeep. He hated how she was always so happy, whether it had been sheâd been given an extra cookie at the bakery for free, or her coffee had just tasted super delicious that morning, or the road works clogging the city had been put on hold the one day she needed to drive into the office. She was one of those people, he had decided, that life just seemed to smile down upon, and she beamed back in that dazzling grin.Â
He felt sick to his stomach for ever wishing it gone, especially when she looked like she might never smile again.Â
They never liked to say that they had easy cases and hard ones, all of their cases were difficult to process. But this one had been a handful above the rest.Â
âUnSub has been killed on site, all units stand down,â Luke said into the radio, and the entire squadron took a sigh of relief, all of them except him.Â
Because he saw that look in her eye, the way everything sparkly about her seemed to have vanished.
They had been following Bobbie Wrids for a week. Five bodies in, five men shot between the eyes execution style, almost six by the time theyâd arrived on the scene.Â
Sheâd gone with Tara around the front of the abandoned building; Penelope tracked their newest victim, Henry Frond, through his phone pinging off the nearest satellite towers, and it had been straight forward from there. Or at least it should have been.Â
Because by the time Spencer and Luke arrived in their own SUV, Penelope had time to access the rest of Henryâs phone, and it was clear to see the victimology behind all six men.Â
They were distributing snuff videos of women, some between themselves, some to other usernames on the darkweb, and Bobbie Wridsâ daughter had been one of them.
Bobbie had become somewhat of a vigilante, but he was a grieving father above all. He was a wounded animal chomping at the bit to soothe the ripping pain of his daughter's murder, the same one those men were getting off to.Â
Tara and her exchanged a glance as Penelope relayed the information over their headsets, her once serious expression falling into something sombre and sorrowful. How could she arrest a man she couldnât help but feel sorry for, one she couldnât help but think wasnât entirely wrong in his actions.Â
âBobbie Wrids,â Taraâs voice was stern, cutting through the silence of the desolate building. Their footsteps were careful as they made their way through the hallway, down to what had once been a rec-room, or perhaps a staff room, where they knew Bobbie had Henry, âThis is the FBI, weâd like to talk,âÂ
They heard nothing, and she looked up to the older woman hesitantly, her finger hovering over the trigger the way Spencer had taught her. Tara took a minute, knowing she was leading the charge here with the girl being so inexperienced, before she nodded to the door knob and the rookie twisted the handle, pushing the peeling wood open gently.Â
Bobbie Wrids stood in the centre of the room, moth eaten couches either side of the damp rug, the ceiling tiles half caved in from wear and tear. Henry Frond was already a pulp in the UnSubâs arms, and yet it was Bobbie that her eyes shot to first, sympathy shooting through every fibre of her being when she saw the distraught look on the fatherâs face.Â
He was grieving. He was grieving his little girlâs death. He was looking for a solution, and this seemed to be his best bet.Â
âBobbie,â Her voice was shaky, her and Tara frozen in the doorway as the man brought the pistol to Henryâs beaten face, cocking it towards his temple before they could even explain themselves. âWeâre going to come in, is that okay? We just want to talk, just let us talk-â
They had only edged closer by three paces between them as she was speaking before his knuckles turned white and he squeezed the gun tighter to Henryâs skin, the barrel contorting the flesh, âDonât come any closer, this pig isnât worth your mercy,â
âWe know,â She said, her and Tara slowly stepping over a fallen ceiling tile, cracking under her boot as she met his desolate gaze for the first time, his head snapping to her. âWe know what he did, Bobbie. What they all did.â
His throat bobbed, his bottom lip quivering and the sight of it, a man so broken, forced a frog into her oesophagus, and she willed herself not to cry.Â
âThey hurt my little girl,â Bobbie choked out, his face turning mauve as the tears began to build behind his eyes, âShe was my girl. She was only eighteen.âÂ
She nodded, his wetted hues seemingly permissive when she stepped closer to where he held Henry hostage.Â
âI know, Iâm so sorry for what happened to her,â She said, her voice croaky, unstable as she wrenched it into something audible, âIâm so sorry,âÂ
âHe doesnât deserve mercy, none of them did,â Bobbie spat, his forearm crushing against Henryâs trachea in a vice-like grip. The man floundered, a wheeze coming from his lungs, not that she felt much sympathy for him.Â
She sprung into action, flicking her gun onto safety and holstering it, Tara doing the same as she lowered her weapon to her side. He profiled as a vigilante; he had no reason to hurt them.Â
âBobbie, listen, I know they didnât deserve to walk free, okay?â She said, taking the smallest step towards where the men stood, âBut she wouldnât want this for you, would she?â
The man flinched, his jaw hard as a rock with how he clenched his teeth together, as if holding back a sob.Â
âCome on, Bobbie. Let him go, we have enough evidence to get him sentenced. We can get you a plea deal, I know a good lawyer,â She begged, because she wasnât beneath it, because she knew he was a good man backed into a corner, âPlease,â
Maybe it was the way her eyes were soft when she looked at him, or the fact two more agents burst into the room from the hallway, Spencerâs eye immediately falling to where she was stood so close to their UnSub, her gun out of hand. Tara stood by, but that wasnât good enough for him. He edged with light footsteps until he was behind her, his gaze cautious, never leaving the gun in Bobbieâs hand.Â
âPlease,â She repeated, and Spencer saw Bobbieâs shoulders drop, every sliver of resolve draining from his body at her gentle tone, a deer approaching a hunter.Â
Henry was thrown to the floor, the man practically dead weight as he gasped, almost retching at the feeling of air sucking back into his chest frantically, and Luke and Tara were quick to wrestle him into cuffs, the woman reading him his Miranda rights.Â
Spencer almost made a grab for her then, because she was still creeping forward towards the man who had a loaded gun still live in his hand. He didnât care for one second that the statistics said Bobbie wouldnât lay a hand on her since she wasnât part of his list. He didnât care that every sign pointed to their UnSub being benevolent towards women, especially younger ones, that she fit his daughterâs description. Spencer didnât care, he wanted her as far away from that gun as possible.Â
His heart lurched into his throat when Bobbie did in fact make a lunge for her, just not the way heâd feared. Because she had grabbed him. Sheâd pulled him into an embrace, a hug, kind and sweet as she always was.Â
Spencer cursed her for being so soft. It was going to get her killed.Â
âAgent,â His voice was terse, worried if you dug a little deeper than the sharp surface, but she didnât listen to him. She held Bobbie tight as the man unravelled on her shoulder, falling into heart breaking sobs and it was then Spencer realised she was crying with him.Â
âItâs going to be okay, youâre okay,â She was shushing him, the killer, reassuring him he was safe, as if the killing thing wasnât still between his fingers that clutched at her back with rough hands.Â
âThey killed my girl, they took her from me, and then they laughed about it,â He wailed, and she nodded, squeezing him even tighter if that was so possible, âNo one would listen, the police didnât listen, I had to do something,â
âI know, I know, Iâm so sorry,â This was wrong. She wasnât supposed to be sympathising with the criminals. But she couldnât help it, she couldnât help the gasping urge to comfort the man who had lost his whole world, âIâm listening. Tell me about her,âÂ
âShe was so beautiful,â Bobbie whimpered, sniffling into her shoulder. Spencer felt his chest twinge at the scene. He hated that she was so soft. âShe never hurt a soul,â
She cried with him, though hers were choked down as much as she could get them, her wet cheeks the only proof she had ever let them slip.Â
âIâm sorry,â She said again, because no matter how many times she repeated those two little words, it would never bring his daughter back, âI can help you,â
He pulled away from her shoulder, and it was only then that Bobbie Wrids even noticed Spencer, his face taut in anxiety as he watched the manâs hands still holding onto her body as if she was the only thing that kept him upright, which Spencer wouldnât be surprised if it were true.Â
He fished the cuffs out of his back pocket, his finger never leaving the trigger as he stared down at their UnSub cautiously. He knew he may be being cruel, knew that ten years ago he would be just as caring as her. But that Spencer was long gone. And what remained was screaming in terror that she was in the line of danger, that she was holding the danger in her bare hands like she didnât see the jeopardy she was putting herself in.Â
Bobbie pulled away to look at her, the creases around his eyes deep chasms, and even with the smattering of grey hair, the stubble, the cold, empty look of someone with nothing left, she thought he might have been a handsome man once. He looked at her with a ghost of a smile, and one of his callused hands came up to tuck her hair behind her ear as if it had been second nature to him for eighteen years.Â
âYouâre a sweet girl,â He murmured, and she blinked at him, her chest easing at the way his wails had subsided into something quiet. She could help him, she swore she would help him. He was a good man beneath it all. âBut no one can help me anymore, sweet girl,â
And with that he lifted the pistol beneath his chin and pulled the trigger.
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She heard someone scream before she realised it was coming from her own throat, but her ears were ringing and she couldnât open her eyes. Her face was wet and hot, and for a second she thought it was tears, but she was beyond crying now. She felt arms pulling her back into a strong chest, and someone was murmuring to her, or perhaps they were speaking normally and the sound of the gunshot had knocked her hearing. Either way, it was like someone had pulled a bag over her head as she brought her shaking hands up to her eyes to wipe.Â
She managed to crack her lids then when the sludge was gone, only to see the room still a blurry mess. She could make out, in the haze of blobs and crimson tint, Bobbieâs body slumped to the floor, a dark puddle seeping into the rug as those long arms tugged her out of the room. She only then looked down to her hands where she had rubbed her face and she caught the same claret plasma coating her fingers, her white shirt, her pants, her arms. It covered her head to toe.Â
It was in her eyes, she realised when she saw the ichor coating her fingertips. It was blocking her vision, turning the world a vivid wine colour, and she thinks she whimpered, or perhaps it was a moan of horror seeing the puddle beneath Bobbieâs body growing larger by the second.Â
âI donât understand,â She said out loud, her head spinning, and she brought her fingertips up to her eyes again, maybe to get the blood out, god there was so much blood on her face, or maybe because she hoped to everything out there that she would clear her sight and find it all a terrible hallucination, the product of one too many nights of sleepless tossing.Â
But when she rubbed her lids again, this time seeing the scene a little better, Bobbie was still dead. She had still been too late.Â
âYouâre in shock, you need to breathe,â A voice instructed her over her shoulder, and it was from the same person who had their hands around her waist, pulling her away from the crime scene, as CSI filed in from behind them.Â
She tried pushing the arms off her, weak because she couldnât feel anything that wasnât the horror in her stomach, and it took her a second before she listened to their words and realised she was holding a breath in her chest, the way a toddler does when theyâre overwhelmed.Â
âI donât-â She gasped, the air rushing through her lungs, so fast it made her cough, âI donât understand, I was going to help him- I donât understand- why?â
âI know, just breathe for me, sweetheart,â Spencer. She only just realised it was Spencer speaking, because he had never called her that and the gentle tone heâd taken was nothing like his usual, civil cadence. He had been dropping a few jokes the past few weeks since sheâd driven him home, had been more touchy feely with correcting her form when she was at the shooting range, had delicately touched the small of her back when they were navigating a crowd together. He was slowly cracking from his statuesque expression that hadnât left his face since heâd gotten out of prison, but the softness with which he held her waist was entirely new.Â
âSpencer, I donât- I donât get it,â She said, her voice bubbling into a sob as she allowed herself to be pulled away with no fight left in her. He took her into the hallway, turning her body from the sight of his hand lifeless on the floor with little to no effort. She was damn near limp in his arms, âSpencer, I donât under-understand, I was going to h-help him, why would h-he do that-â
âShhh, you need to breathe,â He murmured into her hair, trying to lead her out the front of the building and far away from where sheâd just been front row seats to a messy suicide, âCome on, just breathe for me, baby, and then we can talk,â
But she wasnât listening, and he wasnât offended. Spencer knew it was the shock. He knew the symptoms by how her respiratory system had picked up in a matter of seconds and it was like she had gone from zero to a hundred. She let out a long whine, tears collecting the blood on her lash line and her chest seized into action, gulping down air, too short to do anything for her lungs, and her legs began to buckle beneath the two of them.Â
Spencer stopped in the hallway, realising she was in more shock than he must have thought. He knew she was sensitive, hell it was one of his favourite things about her. He knew she felt everything so deeply, burned too easily, like a daisy wilting in a dry heat, or candyfloss melting in his mouth. Spencer knew, as awful as watching death up close was for any agent, it would hit her hardest of all of them.Â
He moved around to her front, his hands migrating from her waist up to her shoulders, brushing over her upper arms soothingly. But her body felt numb, her head felt heavy, and her eyes were glazed over, down a rabbit hole entirely away from him, even when one of his hands cupped her wetted cheek gently.Â
âJust breathe, hey, look at me,â He tried a firmer tone, and she bent to his will too easily. It was a punch in the gut seeing everything shining and pretty leached out of her eyes, as if she had become soulless in a matter of minutes, as if she had lost all hope in the world the second Bobbie pulled that trigger. She looked like hell, blood still fresh on her cheeks, in her hair, smeared around her eye sockets where she had scrubbed so hard to get it off her skin, âYou need to calm down, youâre going to faint if you donât breathe,â
She nodded, or something close to it, her eyes falling down to the floor, and she seemed to wrestle for control over her chest then. But what came after was worse, Spencer thought. Her brows screwed together, her eyes welling up with more of those fat tears, and her lips dropping into a devastated pout, her eyes trailing over the mess on her uniform, on her hands.Â
âSpencer, I donât understand, I tried to help him, I wanted to help him,â She sobbed, sniffling to herself miserably, and he barely even thought about it when he pulled her into his chest, not caring that her skin would dirty his shirt.Â
His hand wound into her hair, stroking her sweetly as she buried her wails into his vest. He used his other arm to pull her close to him, which she seemed to have zero qualms about as she clawed at his back to keep him close, as if she didnât want to face what was going to happen when they left that building.Â
Spencer regretted ever thinking her sunshine was too bright for him.Â
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She hadnât smiled in a whole week. Well, that wasnât entirely true. She had given Penny a very forced smile when she had fussed over the younger woman the first day she got back, had said thankyou with downcast eyes and a fragile grin when the blonde presented her with a framed picture of a puppy to keep on her desk âincase she needed something nice to think about,â
She hadnât looked at it once, because they both knew it wouldnât do anything, no matter how much she pretended for Penelopeâs sake that she would put it to good use.Â
He had taken her out for coffee on him that first day, but by the time they had got to the front of the queue, he had been doing almost all of the talking, which had become rare nowadays since he had come home from Mexico. Usually, it had been her filling the silences, because he knew in her right mind she hated the sound of static nothingness, she found it awkward and unnecessary when she could talk to anyone without thinking about it too hard.Â
They had got to the desk, the barista smiling up at him as he ordered his usual, before he turned to look at her as the woman serving asked her what she would like. But she wasnât listening, she was watching out the window, nothing particularly invigorating beside a bird cleaning its feathers on top of a stop sign.Â
He said her name, putting his hand on her back and her head whipped around, her eyes empty as they looked up at him expectantly, âWhat do you want to drink?âÂ
She blinked, waking herself from a stupor, and looked at the barista with an embarrassed expression, âHot chocolate, please,âÂ
And that was all she really had to say until lunch rolled around, and she excused herself to head home early. Emily smiled at her reassuringly, her eyes wary as she watched their happy-go-lucky rookie head for the elevators with a desolate look in her eyes.Â
Spencer hoped she would come around on her own, or maybe even be brave enough to talk to someone about the thoughts rattling around that head of hers, but she just didnât. She stayed as silent as possible, only ever speaking when spoken to, asking Emily if she could finish off her reports at home, to which the Prentiss woman never protested.Â
But Spencer had had enough. Heâd worried himself sick over her, and where all thoughts of how endearing and lovely and charming she was had sat in his head before, now it was all just ways he could think to make her smile again.Â
It was the following Tuesday by the time he braved action. She had gone home after their midday briefing, apologising to Emily with tired eyes that seemed to be growing more and more heavy by the day, like she hadnât slept a wink in a fortnight. Which Spencer thought was entirely possible.Â
He pulled up to the house Penelope had not so discreetly told him was hers, definitely not because heâd asked, and definitely, definitely not breaching any human resource policies about distributing fellow workers information (meaning Spencer had almost certainly not begged Penelope for the address with those puppy eyes of his he knew could bag him anything).Â
The peonies in the window bays were wilting but her house was something out of a fairytale. He wasnât sure why he was really so surprised. It screamed her, everything about it, from the toadstool post box to the little green, cast iron bench that sat in the garden, the metal forged to look like florets of ivy holding the sitter upright.Â
He rapped the brass knocker, the metal cold under his long fingers. Brushing invisible dirt off his shirt, he hoped she would answer as the present squirmed at his feet.Â
âJust a second,â He hushed, and as if she heard him, the front door swung open to reveal her bare face he hadnât seen since heâd helped her wipe the blood from her skin in the back of the ambulance.Â
She looked at him with furrowed brows, before they quickly shot to the floor, to her cobbled pathway that had clicked under his shoes, and her face washed with a shock.Â
âOh my god, Spencer!â She crouched to her knees, a slobbery lick immediately meeting her cheek as the Spaniel rubbed his wet nose up to her ear, sniffing her unique smell, as if it was a bag of Class Aâs, âI never knew you had a dog,âÂ
âI donât,â He replied, kneeling with her to ruffle the soft fur behind the canineâs ear, âThis is Ace. He retired from the Bomb Unit a month ago and Penelope sent me his handlerâs number. They said heâs the happiest dog in the world,âÂ
 âI would be too if I stopped so many people from blowing up,â She said, but before he could ask what she meant exactly by that, Ace had jumped up and attacked her entire face with kisses as if he too thought that statement was worth silencing.Â
And she laughed. She laughed louder than she had in days, weeks, her eyes crinkling in joy as the little pink tongue stole away her sorrow, tickled away the traces of the blood that had tainted her skin.Â
Spencer smiled, his eyes watching her face scrunch in a squeal, hands eventually coming up to the elderly dogâs jowls to gently push him down.Â
âOh, you are the sweetest guy,â She said, and the words had him tugging at the leash to lick her all over again, âYes you are, youâre the sweetest little guy around, huh?âÂ
She chuckled, scratching down the muttâs neck, and her eyes flicked back up to Spencer, who watched her with more intent than sheâd realised.Â
âPetting and receiving affection from pets causes spikes in serotonin in our brain and reduces anxiety, did you know that?â Spencer said, Ace pushing his muzzle into the palm of her hand to prove a point.Â
Her smile wavered slightly, and she looked at his hazel hues that seemed to see right through her, âLook, Iâm sorry Iâve been so off lately, I just canât sleep at the moment-â
 âDonât apologise,â He cut in, though his tone was kind, and the two of them stood back up to their full height, âWhat happened was horrifying, even some of the longest serving agents I know would struggle seeing that,âÂ
She scoffed, unusually pessimistic coming out of her mouth, âYou wouldnât,â
His head tilted, not quite understanding what she meant, because she hadnât sounded cruel when she said it. Then again, he didnât think she was actually capable of that emotion.Â
She looked at him, a flash of something vulnerable in her eyes, something like that day heâd held her in the hallway; too fast he almost missed it.
âYouâre so brave, Spencer, youâre like invincible. I mean, you survived prison and your mom getting kidnapped and you bounced straight back to work like it was nothing. I canât even watch a murderer die without spiralling out of control,â She huffed, rubbing the bridge of her nose and before he could respond on just how wrong she was, before he could tell her that that was exactly the opposite of what had happened because he had damn near changed every inch of himself in prison to stop himself from breaking, he caught her murmuring and he thought he might just have been punched all over again, âI wish I was like you,â
His jaw clenched, eyebrows furrowing into a frown as he stepped towards her, and her head shot to him, worried she may have said the wrong thing by mentioning everything that had happened, everything Pen had specifically said was a touchy subject, and she opened her mouth to apologise.Â
âDo you know how unbelievably glad I am that you are nothing like me?â Spencer said, his voice bordering on furious and her fumbled for a reply, worried she had truly pissed him off.Â
She wouldnât blame him for hating her. Sheâd always worried, until perhaps that day theyâd gotten into her car and sheâd driven him home, that her very essence annoyed him.Â
âIâm sorry-â She started, but he shook his head.
âStop apologising,â He said, his hand reaching up to grab where her fingers tugged together nervously, his hold featherlike, his face softening when he saw her expression, âI donât want you to be anything like me. I like you just how you are,âÂ
She sighed, eyes doe like with emotion as she looked at him, âReally?â
He smiled, a rare and genuine smile as she seemed to glow under his words, âYes, really.â Spencer allowed himself to enjoy the way that the twinkle returned to her expression when he smiled at her with something almost like the old Spencer in him, before he cleared his throat, âWe all like you. Everyone on the team likes how you are,â
She paused, nodding to herself as if knocking herself out of a silly daze, and Ace bounced on his hind legs trying to get her attention again.Â
âYou donât think Iâm too sensitive?â She asked, holding her palm out for the dog to nuzzle at with that wet nose of his.Â
Spencer shook his head, âSensitive is good. It means you feel something. Means you feel the good things deeper too,âÂ
Her smile was blinding, because sheâd never thought of it that way before, and she looked like her old self again. Spencer wasnât stupid enough to think she was never going to think about Bobbie again, he still thought about that first UnSub heâd tried to save. He still thought about Tobias Hankel. He thought about them all.Â
But he was going to make sure she never turned into him. He didnât think heâd ever forgive himself if she did. Heâd protect her sunlight even if it burned him to know he could never have her the way he wanted. Because she was everything good, and he was him.Â
She looked down at Ace, the life returning to her as she stood aside for the two of them to enter her house, âTea?â
Yep. Spencer felt something run hot knowing she would always be out of reach. Didnât stop him from thinking about it, though.Â
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Things I loved from Season 2 of Heartbreak High: (spoilers obviously)
bisexuals! bisexuals everywhere!
Cash getting out of jail - and choosing the right car to get in - when i tell you that scene had me literally screaming!
Harper and her like, entire journey
fucking RAGE callback with the aesthetic and everything!
Nan - best character in the whole show!
Zoe being a bit annoying but not being a villain
Cash and Darren just being so in love and like not even batting an eyelash at showing it to everyone (when they werent fighting that is)!
Spider's homelife - didn't see it coming but it fits
the whole commentary on masculinity and the war on "wokeness"
Chook being a good villain - as in, totally believable, totally terrifying in every scene he was in
Jojo and Woodsy just being... such good people, among the mayhem
Missy saying "petit miam" when she's speaking french
the BIRD PSYCHO mystery - kept me guessing right until the end
More Missy - what a queen!
SPEAKING OF ROYALTY HAVE I MENTIONED MY BISEXUAL KING MALAKAI!!!!!
I even liked the Dusty cameos - not too much, not too little
whenever Amerie and Harper would comfort each other in any scenario
actually any scenes with Harper - like literally whenever she was interacting with anyone it was just *chefs kiss* - Amerie, Cash, Woodsy, Ant, Quinni, Darren
SEXY DANCE FART - a slut-drop-fart was soooo not on my bingo card but thank you writers
baby Dougie adopting baby Darude đ„č
the music was banging! SO. MANY. GOOD. SONGS.
Spider's erectile dysfunction and how it was handled - not just played for laughs, but something that is obviously effecting him a lot
finding out the origin of Cash's nickname - heartbreaking!
THE FUCKING NUTBUSH!!!!! Its just not an Aussie school dance if there is no Nutbush
Ok I have to be up for work in like 5 hours so i really need to go to sleep now but I just had to get my thoughts down. Overall was very impressed with the season. Can't wait to do a rewatch and pick up on even more things!!
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a in anniversary is for apple pie! | cl16 smau
PAIRING: charles leclerc x wife!reader
SUMMARY: charles and y/n return from their wedding anniversary dinner to find their daughter still awake and adamant about wanting the apple pie she was promised tonight!
A/N: tysm for 500 followersđ„č pls accept this entirely sweet & happy fic as a token of my appreciationđ«¶
creds to @classiclitfreak for proofreading <3
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charles_leclerc Happy wedding anniversary to my beautiful wife, Y/N. You hold my heart in the palm of your hands, but I couldn't imagine it safer anywhere else. I'm excited for more, mon cĆur đâ€ïž
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Fumbling, you struggle to insert the key into the lock, a task made unexpectedly difficult by your husband's impatience. His gentle kisses land on the nape of your neck, his soft whispers proving to be an unwelcome distraction. "Stop it! Can't you wait until we're inside?" you scold, attempting to maintain focus. But his arms remain securely wrapped around your waist, his affectionate gestures relentless. "Remember, we have to face the babysitter the moment we open the door."
"Mhm," Charles hums against your skin, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine and a suppressed smile to your lips. You curse silently at the six-inch heels you foolishly chose, your knees growing weaker with each passing second, the shoes only exacerbating the situation.
With a soft click, the door swings open, a rush of relief flooding through you as you silently thank your lucky stars. But before you can fully absorb the scene, the familiar sound of footsteps, accompanied by a beloved voice, reaches your ears.
"Maman!" Your daughter's enthusiastic embrace threatens to topple you as her tiny arms envelop your thighs. The warmth of Charles beside you momentarily dissipates as he steps back, a look of surprise crossing his features.
Running a hand through his beard, he gently tousles D/N's hair as he asks, "What are you doing up so late, love?"
Annie, your babysitter, interjects with a sheepish grin. "I'm sorry, I tried to get her to bed, but she insisted you guys were making apple pie tonight." She scratches the back of her neck, shrugging apologetically. "I did my best, but this little one is quite determined, as I've come to learn. Right, D/N?" Annie redirects her attention downward, addressing your daughter.
âYou promised me apple pie, Maman!â D/N's insistent plea rings out, her small fingers grasping the fabric of your dress. âAnd I want it now! I want it now! I want it now!â
Kneeling down to her level, you gently place a finger to your lips. âAlright, D/N, I can hear you, but not so loud. Remember, at night-time, we use our inside voice, okay?â Tenderly, you intertwine your hands with hers, tracing comforting circles on the back of her hands.
D/N nods solemnly and whispers, âYou promised me youâd make apple pie, and I want it now. Papa,â she turns her pleading gaze to Charles, releasing herself from your grasp and wrapping her arms around him. âIâve been waiting all day for this, please, Papa.â
Motioning for you to handle the situation with Annie, Charles scoops D/N up, settling her on his hip before disappearing down the hallway and into the kitchen.
You straighten up, offering Annie an apologetic smile. âIâm so sorry about that,â you say, reaching into your bag and retrieving an envelope labelled âAnnieâs payâ. With a gentle gesture, you extend your arm, offering it to her. âThis covers today, plus a tip, of course.â
Annie shakes her head, pushing the envelope back towards you. âI canât accept this. I mean, I failed at getting her to sleep.â
âWhat?â You try to keep your voice steady, but frustration seeps through. âNo, absolutely not.â Determinedly, you grasp her hand, pressing the envelope into her palm before folding it closed. âThis is your money; you showed up today and did amazing, as usual. I promised D/N something, so thatâs on me, really.â
She tilts her head, her brows furrowing slightly. âAre you sure, Mrs. Leclerc?â
You let out a hum. âHow many times do I have to tell you? Itâs just Y/N. None of that Mrs. stuff in this house, please,â you chuckle, âyou're making me feel old.â
âRight, sorry, Y/N,â Annie quickly corrects herself.
Satisfied, you nod. âWeâre getting there⊠But yes, I am absolutely sure. You deserve every single cent. Seriously,â you emphasise, âyouâre a huge help to my family.â
"Alright, thank you, Y/N," Annie retrieves her bag from the hook on the wall and opens the door. "Have a good night."
"You too, Annie. Thanks again."
With a sudden slam, the door startles you for a moment before you release a long breath. You kick off your heels, relieved to be free of the "death traps" as you call them. As your feet meet the cool marble floor, a wave of calm washes over you, releasing the tension from your shoulders. It's exactly what you needed. Feeling much better, you slip off your coat and hang it beside the door before making your way into the kitchen.
A short while laterâŠ
"Alright," you lean over the counter, your forearms resting on the cool top, a warmth spreading through your heart as you watch Charles holding D/N in his arms, gently swaying side to side as they dance.
"That's what your mum and I were doing after we finished eating," he whispers.
D/N's high-pitched giggles fill the room, her tiny hand gripping a couple of Charles' fingers. "I want to come next time," she says, turning her head towards you. "Please, please, can I come next time, Maman?"
"Yes," you smile, "of course. Next time, you'll join us for our little anniversary date, okay?"
"Yay!" your daughter raises her hands in excitement, her face beaming.
Recalling the original plan, you clap your hands together. "Alright, D/N, are you still sure you want apple pie tonight? Not tomorrow or the day afâ?"
"No, no, no!" she interrupts. "I want apple pie now!"
"Okay, okayâŠÂ Time to wash your hands then, honey."
D/N squirms in Charles' grip, and when he finally releases her, she races for the sink in the corner of the room, immediately flicking the tap on.
Charles chuckles at the sight before turning his attention to you, stepping closer. You straighten up from the counter just in time as his hands envelop you, trapping you between the counter and his body.
"Looks like our plans will have to wait until later, huh?" you whisper, your voice taking on a sultry tone as your fingers trail up his broad chest, halting on his black tie, starting to unravel it.
Charles leans down, his warm breath slipping into the gap between your parted lips, the sweet tinge of red wine coating your tongue. "Looks like it⊠But I can wait, mon cĆur," his voice resonates breathily as he closes the remaining distance between your faces, his soft lips meeting yours, hungry yet gentle. The kiss is brief, barely lasting long enough for you to savour the moment, though he captures your bottom lip between his teeth, tugging at it slightly before releasing his hold and pulling away.
Remembering your husbandâs earlier impatience when you were struggling to open the front door, you fold his tie and set it aside before raising a single brow, asking, âOh, can you now?â
Charles nods with a sly smile, but before he can respond, D/N beats him to it, diverting your attention as she waltzes towards you.
âHands are washed!â she exclaims, shaking her hands dry.
"Good job, darling." You slip from Charlesâ embrace, grabbing the kitchen roll off the counter and passing it to D/N. "Here."
Once you and Charles have washed your hands, you begin assigning roles. "Baby," you address your husband, pointing, "Youâll chop up the apples, and D/NâŠ" You tilt your head down at your daughter standing in the middle of the kitchen, her smile brimming with excitement. "Do you want to make the shortcrust pastry with me, honey?"
To your surprise, D/N shakes her head and rushes to Charlesâ side, her cheek pressed against him. "I want to do what Papa is doing. I donât want to work with you, Maman."
The admission elicits laughter from you and Charles, his chuckles resonating loudly through the room as D/N pulls open a few drawers and retrieves a butter knife and a chopping board before settling down at the dining table, her back turned to you.
As you turn around, you feel Charlesâ strong arms enclose around your waist, his warm hands settling onto your stomach as he whispers into your ear, "You heard the little lady. Everything's just so much more fun with her dad, you know?"
âShut the fuck upâ you quip, jabbing him with your elbow.
âI heard that!â
D/N's words cause you to pivot, fixing your gaze on the back of her head. âIâm sorry, D/N, I shouldnât have said that,â you concede, shooting a discreet glance at Charles. âItâs just that your father has a knack for being an annoying shââ You cut yourself off before the insult fully forms, forcing a tight-lipped smile as Charles's laughter reverberates. âLetâs just say, he can be an annoying husband sometimes, you know?â
âNo! Papa is never annoying, youâre wrong,â she counters, shooting you a reproachful look before redirecting her attention to Charles, waving. âCome on, Papa, I really want apple pie. Hurry up, Iâve already started!â
âComing, my love,â Charles murmurs softly, turning back to you and lifting your chin with a gentle touch. He places a tender kiss on your lips, then rests his forehead against yours. âSo, Iâm an annoying husband, huh?â
You smile and give a nonchalant shrug. âI could've said worse, trust me.â
âPapa!â D/N's voice rings out.
Charles barely flinches at your daughter's outburst, only chuckling softly and shaking his head as he moves toward the dining table, grabbing a cutting board and a knife along the way.
âGuys, we only need about eight to ten apples!â you call out from across the kitchen.
Charles winks at you. âPerfect, we have nine.â
Without further delay, you gather the ingredients for a shortcrust pastry and begin to mix them together.
Some time laterâŠ
As you finish rolling out the second dough, D/N rushes over, balancing a large bowl of sliced apples in her arms, and exclaims, âHere, Maman! We finished!â
"Thank you so much, my love," you reply, guiding her to settle the bowl onto the counter before heading towards the oven to turn it on.
Charles lifts D/N onto the counter, and you reach into the cupboard to retrieve the cinnamon, salt, flour, and sugar, handing them to your daughter. With a few instructions, she sprinkles the ingredients into the bowl of apples and begins stirring eagerly.
As D/N continues, you feel Charles' arms wrap around you, and he mischievously pinches the side of your waist, prompting you to shriek and swat his hand away, shooting him a playful glare. "Stop that!"
Once everything's mixed together, D/N eagerly assists you in assembling the pie while Charles holds open the oven door for you to slide it in.
"Perfect," you exclaim, clapping your hands together. "We did really well."
D/N squeals with excitement, jumping up and down before extending her hand towards you, palm facing up. "High-five, Maman!"
You promptly oblige, meeting her hand with yours before she moves on to Charles.
Two hours laterâŠ
"Two scoops of vanilla ice cream on your slice?" you inquire, arching an eyebrow at your daughter, who struggles to keep her head up, her eyes fluttering closed momentarily before snapping back open.
"Huh?" she mumbles, rubbing her eyes. "Yes, I'm starving, Maman."
You share a knowing glance with Charles, his dimples appearing as he smiles.
With a nod of understanding, you heap two scoops of ice cream onto her slice of golden apple pie, pushing the plate towards D/N.
Both you and Charles observe quietly as she struggles to eat even a single forkful before conceding defeat with a sigh.
Looking up from her plate, D/N's eyes flit between you and Charles, a sheepish smile playing on her lips. "Actually... I'm not hungry anymore." Before you can respond, she hops up from her seat, declaring, "I'm tired. Iâm going to bed now."
She gives Charles a goodnight hug, then comes to you, avoiding eye contact as she quickly embraces you. "Good night, Maman."
In the blink of an eye, she vanishes from the kitchen, her footsteps on the marble floor echoing faintly as she races down the corridor, until they're drowned out by the resounding slam of her bedroom door.
You and Charles share a glance, both of you unable to contain your laughter.
After the laughter subsides, you stand up, holding D/Nâs plate, and remark, âIâll pop this in the freezer.â
As you finish storing everything away, Charles rinses the final plate and settles it onto the drying rack. Patting his hands on a paper towel, he fixes you with a tender gaze.
Though you know it's irrational, a wave of insecurity washes over you, making you acutely aware of all your perceived flaws.
"I love you. Happy wedding anniversary to us, mon cĆur," Charles' sweet words halt your anxious thoughts as he closes the distance between you, burying his face into the crook of your neck.
Your breath catches as his tongue traces patterns across your collarbone, his teeth gently nibbling at your flesh.
It takes considerable effort to suppress a moan, but you manage to respond, "I love you, baby. Here's to at least eighty more."
You feel Charles' smile against your skin before he raises his head, eliciting a whimper as the cool air grazes your now raw neck. Before the sound can fully escape, Charles silences it by pressing his lips firmly against yours. The tension that had built up earlier floods over you like a tsunami, his hands exploring your body as your tongues dance, vying for dominance, until he breaks away abruptly.
Both of you are left breathless.
Once he catches his breath, Charles extends his hand to you, which you grasp eagerlyâyou need all the support you can get to avoid collapsing onto the floor; your legs feel like jelly.
Noticing your predicament, Charles' lips curl into a proud smile, prompting an eye roll from you as he effortlessly scoops you into his arms, bridal style, and plants a tender kiss on your cheek.
"I think we should continue this in the bedroom, mon cĆur," he whispers, carrying you down the hallway, anticipation making your teeth capture your bottom lip.
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A PICTURE IS WORTH A THOUSAND WORDS ââ LN4.
sometimes the right words are hard to come across, and sometimes everything you need to say can be captured in an image.
( lando norris x photographer!reader )
ââ part nine.
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mclaren As we get closer and closer to the start of the 2024 season, we thought weâd take the time to introduce new fans to the team that works behind the scenes! Starting us off, we have Y/N L/N, our personal paddock photographer! Y/N has been here with us at McLaren since 2019, and is the genius mind behind many of the photos weâve posted throughout the years. Sheâs an important part of our community and helps tremendously in not only capturing our drivers in action, but also in getting the other behind the scenes members of our team the recognition they deserve. Weâre glad to have her back here with us in Bahrain, and we canât wait to see what beautiful concoctions she comes up with this year! đ§Ą
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user if there is 100 y/n fans, i am one of them. if there is one y/n fan, it is me. if there are no y/n fans, i have died.
user love love LOVE that mclaren takes the time to recognize the hard work of everyone who supports the drivers
âł user i feel like f1 promotes the racers, team principals, and pit crew so much and forgets about everyone else that makes sure these teams are able to function so seamlessly
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user i bumped into y/n back in silverstone 2021, like literally bumped into her, and she was so sweet!!
user sheâs my photography inspo đ€©
user her dedication to the mclaren team is so apparent when you think about the fact that she DOESNâT get the same recognition as the drivers, but she has chosen to work for them for what will be 6 years as of this season. she could have easily move to a different formula 1 team or even another sport entirely, but she still comes back and thatâs a dedicated artist
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user ONE DAY UNTIL TESTING GUYS
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âł user we donât actually know if they arenât friends any longer or if theyâve just moved their friendship off of online platforms. it should be noted that y/n is very publicly dating someone, and idk about you, but i know firsthand how delusional fans can be. her bfâs fans could easily attack her over banter with another man, and landoâs fans could just as easily start reading into that same banter which runs the very real possibility of putting all three of them in an awkward situation where y/n is being shipped with a man that ISNâT her bf.
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âł user context is super important here. the flirting between y/n and the mclaren admin is very obviously fake. it has been from the beginning, and when ppl âshipâ the two of them together itâs for the bit and to play along with their fake bromance. lando and y/n have both been legitimately shipped together since they both started working with mclaren, which changes the undertone of the shipping comments bc ppl often genuinely misconstrue their banter as REAL flirting.
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Testing goes fine, until it doesnât.
âA drain cover?â Landoâs voice echoes across the garage. âAnother fucking drain cover?â
You purse your lips.
Yesterday, heâd been upset on Oscarâs behalf when theyâd cancelled the remainder of the morning session after only a couple hours to solve the problem of the trackâs dislodged pieces. Heâd complained and cussed out the incompetence, and then reassured Oscar that things would be better for the third day.
But the third day is here now, and heâs even more upset now being told to pit after a measly thirty minutes for the same issue.
âThis is the second fucking timeââ he cuts himself off with an angry huff and runs his hands roughly through the curls of his hair, letting his fingers catch on the tangles and yanking through them in his frustration. Sweat glistens on his furrowed brow. His cheeks are still flushed from the heat of the car.
Itâs the most emotion youâve seen from him since youâve come back.
The time youâve already spent in Bahrain has been stilted at best. Lando continues to stick with his attempts at avoiding you, but itâs harder to do so here when your hotel rooms are on the same floor and youâre limited to the confines of the garage for most of the day. Even when he isnât in the car, thereâs not a lot to do wandering around the paddock and even if there was theyâve encouraged him to stay where he can easily be reached.
Youâre trying not to be smug about it, but every time you glance over your shoulder and catch him watching youâ catch him quickly looking away when your eyes meet and he realizes heâs been caughtâ you feel pleased.
If thereâs one thing youâve learned about Lando, itâs that heâs always got a limit.
If you wait long enough, stand your ground and prove that you really have no intentions whatsoever of giving in and breaking the ice between the two of you, eventually heâll cave. When he realizes he wonât get what he wants, that heâll have to actually put in the effort to repair what heâs broken rather than having it magically fix itself, heâll have no other choice but to do so.
âThey might not cancel the session,â Oscar chimes in, attempting to placate his aggravated teammate. âSince they already had to yesterday, I doubt theyâll do it again today.â
Unfortunately, that doesnât actually calm Lando down at all. If anything, it just reminds him again of the fact that this is the second time this same complication has happened which has him huffing angrily again and running his hands through his tangled curls even rougher.
You wince at that.
Andrea, McLarenâs team principal, steps forward. âTake a breath,â he orders, resting a heavy hand on Landoâs shoulder. âGo walk a lap around the garage or something, whatever, but I need you to calm down.â
Youâre prepared for that to be the end of it, but then Andrea looks over and catches your eye. âY/N,â he says, nodding his head towards Lando. âYou go with him. Keep him out of trouble.â
Well.
You like to think you do a much better job at keeping your emotions off of your face than Lando, which isnât hard when his features scrunch up into a pained scowl at Andreaâs words, but you can feel the pinch of your own eyebrows furrowing and the smile you send towards the team principal probably looks more like a grimace if Oscar pursed lips in your peripherals is anything to go by.
Lando storms out and you follow reluctantly after him.
He canât really go very far, not if he wants to be within a reasonable distance whenâ ifâ they call him back to continue the morning testing session. So he paces back and forth and back and forth just outside the garageâs exit out into the paddock.
Your phone tells you that ten minutes pass like this. Itâs the longest youâve been alone with him in a while and his distraction lets you focus on the finer details that youâve missed when heâs going out of his way to avoid you.
There are deep, dark, bruise-like circles that hang heavily beneath his eyes. His skin is sun-kissed and tanned from his time out catching rays during his travels, but thereâs a pale pallor beneath the added color that makes him look sick. Despite his current anger and the tension coiled in his muscles just waiting to lash out and strike, his shoulders seem to droop beneath the invisible weight of whatever heâs carrying with him.
He looks small.
Landoâs always been on the shorter side, but heâs never before looked small. Not like this. Never like this.
The longer you watch, the more the back and forth pacing starts to transform into the anxious stride of a cornered animal.
You arenât arrogant enough to assume heâs like this because of you entirely, but it does occur to you that maybe heâs having just as rough of a time as you are with the newfound distance between yourselves.
You watch him silently, for a little while longer, observing the way his stride hitches every few steps and he just barely manages to stop himself from stumbling over his own feet. Heâs still running his hands through his hair. By the seventh time he practically claws his fingers through his curls you heave a sigh.
âQuit that,â you snap.
âQuit what?â He fires back with just as much bite.
You roll your eyes. âYouâre gonna rip your hair out if you keep pulling on it like that.â
âOh, Iâm so sorry,â he stops in his tracks and turns on his heel to face you with a sneer. His words drip with sarcasm. âI forgot you must be used to Grealish now, right? And I bet heâs got at least a ten-step hair care routine. I wonder, does he use unicorn sweat and essence of rainbow to keep it that smooth and bright? Thereâs no other possible way!â
âYouâre being an asshole, Lando.â
âMy sincerest apologies,â he says. âHow could I ever think Grealish would use unicorn sweat of all things? He uses pixies tears, my mistake.â
Youâre not sure how a few words managed to turn into thisâ youâd just wanted him to stop pulling at his hair. It looked painful and heâs always been a bit tender headed. Now, instead, you can feel the anger bubbling up inside you and it seems like Landoâs frustrations about the testing delay, and your friendship with Jack apparently, have made things worse.
Like throwing gasoline onto a flame.
You scowl, âSeriously. Youâre being a fucking prick.â
He throws his arms up into the air, âWhy not just run off to Grealish then? Since he seems to be your new best friend and you tell him everything.â
If your life were a movie, this is the moment in time when the stars would align and fate would force everything to position itself perfect in place. Like the pieces of a puzzle, it would all work out and youâd calmly explain to Lando what happened back in January with Garrett and Manchester City, and heâd understand immediately and apologize, and youâd hug it out and then both return to the garage just in time for them to announce the testing session would re-commence.
But your life isnât a movie, and reality feels significantly different to the scripted perfection of fiction.
The precarious security of the perch youâve settled yourself upon comes crashing down, and the tentative balance youâve managed to maintain since the start of February when you were back in papaya again shatters with it. Something inside you snaps. The dam has burst and everything held back comes rushing to the front like a torrential wave.
âAt least he was there for me when some prick blackmailed me into a relationship at the threat of my livelihood,â you snarl.
Lando pauses for a moment. He makes a couple different faces before settling on a mix between pissed off and confused, and his arms cross over his chest. âWhat the hell are you talking about?â
âI didnât want to be in a relationship with Garrett Ward, Lando!â You exclaim. âHe threatened that if I didnât pretend to be his girlfriend, heâd fake some misconduct rumor and ruin my career and I was too afraid to say no because this is all I have!â
This isnât how youâd wanted it all to go down. Youâd always imagined youâd get the satisfaction of an apology, and that Lando would get drunk on cheap wine with you like old times, and youâd explain what all happened with the confidence of being a little tipsy and you wouldnât feel ashamed because Landoâs your best friend and heâd reassure you that you did what you had to, and then youâd listen to him shit talk Garrett for the rest of the night. In the morning, heâd have some idea of how to fix it all without ruining your career, and then youâd be able to put it all behind you and go back to how things were before the winter off-season ever started.
This is far from that, but thereâs a sense of relief that comes nonetheless from getting it all off your chest to Landoâ to the person youâve wanted to talk to from the very beginning
You feel tears burning your eyes, blurring your vision. âI can barely pay my rent as is, and Iâm only actually living there for a few dumb months out of the year anyway. Do you know how much worse it would be if I got kicked from McLaren too? Nobody else in the country would hire me if he followed through with what he was threatening.â
âWell,â Lando shrugs his shoulders, looking properly chastised. âWhy didnât you tell me?â
âI fucking tried, you muppet!â You throw your arms up in exasperation and then wipe at your eyes in frustration when the tears start to roll down your cheeks. âI called you every day for a week and you ignored me! I sent you text after text after fucking textââ your voice breaks, ââand you didnât even read them! Did you know I locked myself in the bathroom and cried every single day I had to work there?â
You glare at him.
âThe only thing that made it better was Jack fucking Grealish coming into my office and telling me I could at least go to him if I ever needed anything,â you snap. âSo fuck off with this whole holier than thou bullshit. You left me, and Jack took your place because I was drowning!â
âY/NâŠâ
Crying hadnât been a part of your plan, but the tears wonât stop now that theyâre going. Itâs embarrassing. Youâre already worried about just how many people heard you shouting, and now youâre even more worried about someone coming back to look for you both and finding you sobbing your eyes out.
âIâm sorryââ
Landoâs arms wrap around you, warm and strong and sure.
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ââ a/n: and there we have it folks. lando is finally back in the picture! this part was a lot of fun to write, because i've been waiting for this moment since the initial fallout in the beginning. on that note, i finished getting it all whipped up this morning while watching the qualis, so if there are any mistakes that i haven't caught that's why. i was a bit distracted, so please pretend they aren't there haha!
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summary: [ charles leclerc x f!actress!reader â social media au ]Â
sometimes fantasy becomes real life. up-and-coming actress y/n l/n never thought she'd find love when shooting her newest movie, which incidentally involves formula 1, but charles leclerc is determined to sweep her off her feet.
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hollywoodupdates Universal Pictures has announced that yourusername will be playing Lila Gallagher, one of the main characters of a highly anticipated motorsports film that will be released next year.
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user ugh i hope they actually represent f1 properly...
âȘ user i heard that some of the drivers are involved so it should be okay!! đ€
user y/n is gorgeous as usual đ can't wait to see her slay this role
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yourusername monaco grand prix with slipstreammovie đ â€ïžđ€ glad to be back in the paddock again
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âȘ user he was the one who invited her lmaooo
âȘ user wait fr???
âȘ user yep đ and he still had the audacity to play coy the entire time and act surprised when he saw y/n in the ferrari garage
user i really appreciate how y/n and the rest of the slipstream are genuinely trying to learn more about f1 and motorsport, can't wait for the movie! đ
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âȘ user scratch that what's charles doing in the comments đ€š
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yourusername and that's a wrap on slipstreammovie đŹ i'm so excited for you to see the results of our blood, sweat, and tears â in theatres march 2024 đđš
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âȘ yourusername đ
âȘ user oh my god???
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jacobelordi how was karting? đ
âȘ yourusername fantastic, thanks for asking đ
âȘ charles_leclerc if you call shunting it into the walls three times in your first lap fantastic, then yes it was
âȘ yourusername french gp 2022...
âȘ charles_leclerc okay fine! i never said anything đ„Č
âȘ user i don't know what's the best part of this conversation đ jacob indirectly confirming that karting wasn't a slipstream cast event, which means that y/n went separately with charles, charles teasing y/n, y/n becoming a f1 nerd, or y/n being an absolute savage
user hoping she's actually dating charles omggg
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user i mean y/n just called charles her partner while talking to an interviewer so i guess it's true đ€Ż
âȘ user she did?
âȘ user yeah! i think the quote was "i'm really happy to have my partner with me today, especially since he helped me so much with finding the nuance in my role"
âȘ user the racers who are also in love đ„č idc that y/n is only a driver in the movie she'll always be a 2-time world champion in my heart
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âȘ charles_leclerc there are children on instagram, y/n
âȘ charles_leclerc but anything for you đ
user I CALLED IT đ«Ą
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Summary: reader and Rafe are enemies, but their families are super close so they are forced to go on a trip together where they end up sharing a room. One thing leads to another and they end up sharing more than just a room together.
Warnings: smut
Notes: this was a request. It was anonymous so Iâm not sure who sent it in but thank you! Btw, I got ALL of your guysâs requests, thank you so much!!! I asked and you guys really delivered. I will get all of them just be patient with me đ§Ąđ„č
You and Rafe NEVER got along. It was a mutual thing.
Anytime your family would gather the two of you would just spend the entire time arguing, about little things.
For example, one time your family was at Rafes house and the way he chewed with his mouth opened bothered you. You kindly asked him to stop and he went off on you. He is such a drama queen.
So when you got the news that your two families would be going camping together⊠boy oh boy. It would definitely be an eventful weekend.
âGreatâ you curse under your breath as you try to set up your tent but struggle. You hear snickering behind you and turn to see the eldest Cameron.
You roll your eyes and turn back around.
âY/n. Youâll be sharing a tent with Rafeâ
âWhat!â You exclaim back to your mother who rolls her eyes at your annoyance.
âDonât make a scene! Be a reasonable person. You know Sarah has issues with youâ you mother explains.
You roll your eyes.
Sarah.
She hated you and for no reason at that.
She could sometimes be worse than her older brother, sometimes.
âFineâ you grumble as you unzip your tent and carry your bag inside.
âHi roomieâ
You roll your eyes as the vein in your forehead tryâs to burst free.
âCareful, one day theyâll get stuck like thatâ
âGood. Then I wonât have to look at you anymoreâ
Rafe steps back and places a hand over his heart, almost like you had hurt him. âOuchâ he says sarcastically. âAnd I thought you were starting to like meâ
âIn your dreams Cameron. There isnât a bone in my body that could ever like youâ your up in his face at this point.
He looks down at you with a smirk.
âNot one?â He asks smugly.
You cock an eyebrow at him
âNot even.. if I do this?â
His fingertips smoothly trail up your waist and arms, coming up to push the hair off your neck and he gives you a genuine smile before locking eyes with you. âOr this..?â
He leans down and places a soft kiss to your neck.
âRa-â
âY/n! Rafe! Come out here, weâre getting ready for dinnerâ
Your moan gets cut off my your fathers voice. You push Rafe off and glare at him as he looks you up and down before turning away and laughing.
âI hate youâ
You walk out of the tent and go help prepare dinner.
The rest of the night goes as usual. You and Rafe have your bickering and the rest of the family gets a migraine from it. But something about this bickering is different, itâs almost like⊠flirting?
At the end of the night your too exhausted to stay up and listen to the adults blab on about business so you tell everyone good night and trail off to your tent.
Rafe was already there and you quietly unzip the tent but stop when you heart soft moans.
âOh fuckâ his voice is quiet but itâs audible for how close you are to the tent.
A smirk forms on your face as you decide to mess with Rafe yourself.
You sit there and listen to him touching himself when he says something that catches you off guard âoh y/n, shit right thereâ
Your eyes widen as you register what you just heard.
You unzip the tent and push inside, quickly closing it behind you and rushing to rafe.
âWhat the fuck Cameron!â You punch his arm as he scrambles to get dressed.
âYour disgustingâ you go to turn around but are tugged back
âCome on. Donât say you havenât thought about it. All this love-hate game we got going is pretty fun, but let me have my own kinda fun nowâ he leans in to kiss you and for whatever reason you donât move.
Rafes lips capture yours and itâs.. nice?
He softly groans against your mouth as you open wider and he sucks on your tongue.
âFuck..â he breaths out as he pulls away.
âThis doesnât mean I donât hate youâ
You quickly tear off your cloths and watch Rafe do the same as you push him down and start straddling him.
âWe have to be quietâ
You grasp his hard dick and stroke it a few times as he hisses at you. âShitâ
You smirk as you align it to your entrance and sink down âfuck, rafeâ
You stay still for a moment as you try to adjust, but Rafe is impatient.
He sits up and grabs your ass before roughly slamming up into you.
You bite down on his shoulder as you try to keep quiet.
âRafeâ you whisper against his neck as he gets more viscous with his thrusts.
âShit y/n, you have no idea how long Iâve wanted to fuck the best out of youâ
You clench around his length as his confession
âFuck! You like that donât you. You little slut, like the idea of me disciplining you?â He gives your ass a little swat as you start rocking your hips.
âShit, rafeâ you grab your tits as you toy with the nipples and Rafe watches you with lustful eyes.
âIâm c-close!â You quietly moan as Rafe flips you over and slams into you repeatedly.
You clamp down onto his cock as he swells inside you.
âFuck rafe, pull out!â You arch your back as your release nears.
âShit shit shitâ Rafe curses as he thrusts once, twice, and on the third time cums deep inside you.
He catches his breath before pulling out and his cum seeps out of you.
âWhat the fuck Cameron! I told you to pull out!â You whisper-yell as you push him off you and cover yourself with the blanket.
He runs his fingers through his hair and laughs as he lays down on the makeshift bed.
âYou better get on birth control because I plan on doing that againâ
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AGORA HILLS
ellie williams x reader
ăâąâąââąâąă after your date turns into a night of hell, love is there to show you how sweet life is about to get. | 7.9K
àł THIS IS A SERIES | FOR ALL PARTS GO HERE
àł SERIES MASTERLIST | CH.3
àł i wanna say a biggg thank you to bookie @openupforme for encouraging me to whip up the scene where ellie tries readers ethnic food and also being the sweetest đ„č love u bb!
àł description: MODERN AU! VIOLENCE! ANGST! DESCRIPTIVE MENTION OF BLOOD L/FIGHTING! MAJOR FLUFF !!! FLUFF, MILD ANGST, latina!reader, mentions of smoking weed and drinking, mentions of Joel throughout, ellie learning spanish!!! (i lowk had too much fun this), kissing/makeouts, ellie and jesse indulge in reader and Dinaâs ethnic food, mention of y/n (___).
CHAPTER FOUR
â i wonder how he would feel if he knew his girl was a dyke â
â what the fuck did you say? â
Ellieâs voice rang through your shut-out ears inaudiblely.
it felt like the entire world just stopped moving, your hearing becoming obstructed by ringing, muffling any sound or voice as your mind completely shut down.
you felt your entire system almost reset with pure rage, absolutely loosing it.
your mind mightâve shut down but your body senses didnât fail you as the only thing that continue to ring through your mind was each word that left that manâs mouth.
your brain pounding with the words.
â i wonderâ â
â how he would feel if he knewââ
â if he knew his girl wasââ
for you, it was all unraveling in slow motion as your minds clouded your conclusion thinking.
for Ellie, she was ready to punch the man, speaking up âwhat the fuck did you just say?â but within the blink of her own eyes, you had already charged at the man.
your vision was vermillion, blinded by rage.
your body was auto-response, having a mind of its own. your manicured nails dug into the skin of his flesh as your hands clawed onto him after charging at him.
your first punch was sloppy and impactful, the adrenaline was enough to numb the painful sensation that would bring you hell later, your manicure scratching his face.
your knee dug into his rib-cage as you were onto of him, each one of your hands landing their very own ablaze blows to his head and face. you didnât care to check if you had broken a nail or for anything in that matter.
your only focus was him like your own mental target as he was clearer than day, now under you while his hands struggle to force away your own. your anger gave you enough adrenaline to strengthen yourself; overpowering his attempts of trying to roll you under him.
you had finally recognized the motherfucker.
it was your exâs ex-coworker from his old job, he had met you a couple times when you and your ex-boyfriend would hang out with his old group of work friends.
if it wasnât for his stupid name-tag, you wouldnât of even remembered that the prickâs name was Cameron.
yeah, that name definitely rang a bell.
the only reaction to your own proper thought was your impact against his face plaguing him more than before, your furry only festering more.
all you could think about was your ex.
he cheats on you and then he goes around telling his friends, what? come after you for leaving his ass? like they had the goddamn right?
your mind was in a tormental frenzy, one frantic thought being replaced with another, now all you could hear was his words again.
â how he would feel if he knewââ
â heâheâheâhe â
each mental repeat was violent scratching hit to his face.
Ellie just stood there, awe-struck because of how quick everything emersed into a violent situation. she was ready to charge at the man, but she wanted to talk her shit first.
she was a shit talker as much as she was a fighter.
but you? there was no words, just raging punches.
you were sure your fists were red, cut up, and sore; possibly even fractured but you couldnât see with the hair in your hair and your body thrashed against his hands that tried to grab a hold of you aggressively.
you could hear mumurs and gasps from people, heavy footsteps of the restaurant staff buzzing around you as his hands punctured a squeeze into your arms your hand managed to pick his head and throw against the restaurant floor.
your throat gutted out a shriek of anger, suddenly being pulled off by random hands off the now, bloody bruised man.
the second ellie heard you scream, she was pulled out of her struck-stuck trance, immediately running to the staff member that was able to pull you off of Cameron.
âdonât you fucking touch her!â
ellie yell echoes through the restaurant, another staff member running up infront of ellie âIf you get involved, we will be pressing charges!â the random restaurant staff member warns ellie.
she shrugs off the staff members hands off of her before running over to you as you were yelling for the random staff member to let go of you, trying to wriggle yourself out of their embrace.
âyou need both need to leave this establishment now!â another staff member yelled at the both of you as Ellie reaches out to grab you, the staff member letting go of the tight hold they had on you to release you towards Ellie.
youâre body was shaking with violent thrill, laughing almost manically. âyou need to check the people you fuckinâ let work here!â you spat back loudly, you look around at the crowd of other restaurants guests began to form around the entry room.
âFOR EVERYONEâS INFORMATION, I JUST BEAT CAMERONâS ASS WHOM YOU MAY NOT KNOW BUT IS THE TRASHY WAITER THAT YOU DONâT CARE TO TIP CAUSE HE LOOKS AND IS BUILT LIKE AN ASSHOLEâ
you didnât care that you looked crazy making the announcement as you squirmed in Ellieâs hold, flanting your blood-covered arms around with each yell and your dress also slightly being covered in someoneâs blood; not caring if it was yours or his.
â____, your arm!â Ellie said, immediately reaching out to hold it.
you adverted your gaze from the crowd, who know looked at the man who had now stood up from the floor; surrounded by the staff as the crowd whispered to each other.
he broke through the flesh of your arm when he squeezed you, slightly dry, yet oozy blood beading down your arm.
âleave now before we call the police!â the staff warn once more.
you heard ellie softly reassure in your ear. you leaned into her as her back against the front door.
but you had one thing to say before you left.
âgo ahead and tell him, then tell him i said, âi fuckinâ dare him to show up to my work again. he will end up alot worse than youâââ you began as your eyes burned into his fucked-up face.
you didnât care if anyone was looking nor caring for anyone else; making sure he picked up on every single word you said.
âtell himâits not a threat, its a promise fuckinâ marĂcon!â
just like that, Ellieâs back pushed against the front door.
àŒș â± àŒ» àŒș â± àŒ» àŒș â± àŒ» àŒș â± àŒ»
what a great way to end the fucking night.
you both walked across the bumpy asphalt pavement of the parking lot. the cold breeze finally stinging your wounds, you couldnt help but let out a loud wince.
youre entire body felt on fire, mental completely overwhelmed by all types of emotions.
you were shaking with leftover furry, you wanted to cry your eyes out, you felt embarrassed, and most of all, you were scared.
you werenât scared of what just happened or what your ex wanted from you. you were scared of how ellie might see you; you were scared of the questions she might ask.
your body was worn out, your legs wobbly as they ached from all the thrashing around. you guys walked closer to her car but eventually your legs gave out.
you slipped onto the floor, tripping over nothing but the own pain inflamed in your ankles and knees.
that was all it took for you to breakdown.
âhey hey, weâre almost thereâtalk to me.â ellie catches you almost immediately.
she laid you softly onto the dirty rocky pavement alongside you, resting half of you ontop of her. she couldnât of cared less about the dirty floor, frankly caring to have you lay on her instead of the dirty public pavement.
she lulled you and hummed against your ear as you sobbed uncontrollably in her arms, no thoughts just tears. âcâmon baby, weâre almost there and everything will be okayâ her whispers sounded like angels talking as she covered your shaking body with her arms.
you gasped out through choked sobs âiâcanâtâgo home like this!â you cried out, you canât imagine what you would have to tell your parents; with them having to see you bloody with bruises.
Ellie mustered up her strength to pick you up from ontop of her, her hands strongly holding you up by your waist; hauling your body softly âsâokay, its all okayâi can talk to Joelâshit! lets cross everything off tonight!â she jokes light-heartedly, trying to ease up the overwhelmed tension inside you.
it works, of course it works.
she knew how to make you laugh, you couldnât breathe almost from how much you laughed earlier during dinner. you couldnât help but let a teary smile tug your flushed face as you looked into Ellieâs eyes, giving her small meek chuckle.
her heart shattered just seeing you cry, she takes one of the hand that was around your waist tightly; once you reached the doors of her car, she took your face and wiped the tears that dripped down your cheeks.
Ellie felt a hulking weight on her shoulders seeing you breakdown the way you did, she could care less about the ravenous rage she just seen you go through. she cared more about the fragile woman she had in her arms.
this was completely different, this moment exposed your vulnerability; not only yours, but Ellieâs aswell, to each other.
this whole situation completely contrasted the side you showed to everyone, the side Ellie was used too. the woman who walks into any room with her head held high, challenging, and ready to take on anything with your fierce self.
âI really really dont want to meet your dad covered in blood and bleedingâ your tone was no longer shaky or croaked, still keeping its sensitive tone as you spoke back light-heartedly.
ellie knew you were serious through your playful tone. she gave you a soft smile as she opened the car door for you, even helping your aching body get in carefully.
once you were both in the car and settled, you calmed down more; even quicker than you thought with the help of Ellieâs embrace and reassurance.
âcan you take me to Dinaâsâyou can come, but i understand if after tonightââ once you began to speak, you were cut off by ellie immediately.
âno, i donât care to hear what leaves your mouthâit ainât true, pretty. wherever you go, im going.â ellie poured out, looking into both of your eyes like she was searching in them.
âif thatâs okay with youâ she finishes, her eyes glistened softly as her eyes loved on you.
you could almost start crying again. well, you did.
âput dina on the phoneâletâs call it night, alright?â she wiped each singular tear that dropped from each of your eyes, pressing a soft kiss on your temple.
àŒș â± àŒ» àŒș â± àŒ» àŒș â± àŒ» àŒș â± àŒ»
Ellie helped you up the apartment hallway stairs, helped you all the way towards the elevator till you were at Dinaâs front door; even holding you up as you jingled the keys into the lock.
this was a definitely story-time.
you unlock the door, hand turning the knob as you let yourselves in; almost immediately you hear your name being called out by Dina through her apartment.
you were greeted by your bestfriend who ran up to you, engulfing you. you rocked back slightly, catching yourself on your feet at the impact of her hug.
âare you okay? what the fuck happened?â Dinaâs rushes out, anxiety evident in her voice.
âJesse?â you heard Ellie call out as your eyes examined the room, falling onto the man who was sat on the couch.
âi was here when Dina got the callâŠyou good?â
it was endearing watching them, the way he picked up on how ellie didnât even want to speak, just leaning into his side for a hug.
you let out a sigh, your arms grew weak as they loosen trying to embrace her. Dina held your body as she motioned for you to step out of your shoes.
your legs wobbled out with each little movement.
âhey jesseâsorry i look like a crime scene.â you joke out which he just gave a slight smile too âyou look bad-ass.â he chuckles causing you to giggle, finally stepping your bare-feet onto dinaâs wooden floor.
âyou gonna be okay, ___?â jesse was concerned just as much through his wittiness. you give him a confident smile and nod, not wanting to let up your vulnerability again.
âim gonna get her cleaned up, ellie would you like a change of clothes?â Dina lets them know, wrapping her arm around you to hold you up, leaning herself into your semi-limp body to help you step.
âiâd appreciate it Dina, thank you!âalso i hate to fucking ask but i need a smoââ
âBongâs on the kitchen table, Jesse has the pack.â Dina smiles out before helping you down her apartment hallway into her bathroom.
àŒș â± àŒ» àŒș â± àŒ» àŒș â± àŒ» àŒș â± àŒ»
âremember Cameron?â you nettled out, breaking the silence between the two of you as Dina bathed you.
âthat one guy you tried to get me to go on a double date on with you and your ex?â
âyeah, himâhe works at the restaurant we went to eat at.â
âjesus christââ you cut her off.
âhe recognized me the second he got to our table Deensâhe was giving me this fucking look.â
âwhat the fuck did he say?â
âhe didnât say anything at firstâas we were walking out of the restroomââ
âi thought you guys were eating, why were you both in theââ
âDeens, let me fucking finish!â you whine out as she continues to scrub down your naked body with the personal loufa you leave for when you sleepover; washing away the blood into the water down into the bath-drain.
âsorry sorryâim listening.â she gets up momentarily to open one of her bathroom cabinets.
âwe were about to literally leave, Dinaâso close through those fuckinâ doorsâhe goes âi wonder how he would feel if he knew his girl was a dykeâ i just lost it.â
âwait, âheâ as inâŠ.â Dina began to trail off.
âyes!âhearing eseâpendejo mention himâthen that fucking word.â you grumbled out, feeling angry again.
Dina came back with hydrogen peroxide, rubbing alcohol, and a couple healing ointments along with the cotton pads to tend to your wounds.
Dina had already got done helping you finish washing up in the bathtub, the hot water was still running to keep your tense muscles from aching continuously.
your knees were a bit scraped up, slight yellow tint underlying in your skin;you knew you would wake up with those to be purple the next day.
Dina picked up one of your arms first, later on tending to the other.
âhe did this?â
she looked at each puncture in your skin, a crease-cutting through indents of each five nails digging into each of your arms.
you scoff. âSi no lo hubiera hecho en su lugar de trabajo, me estarĂas rescatando de la cĂĄrcel ahora mismo.â (if he didnât do it at his workplace, you would be bailing me out right this moment.)
you werenât kidding. Dina knew you werenât, even with the slight giggles you both let out to lighten the mood as she tended to all your wounds precisely. she finished up by aiding each arm, wrapping around a white gauze around before putting her fluffy robe on you.
you both made it back to your room for you to change into comfortable clothes and pick out some of your clothing for ellie to wear.
the midnight definitely made up for the encounter you and ellie had to go through earlier. the four of you spent the night passing the bong around, you and ellie specifically getting so high out your asses.
you were all indulging in the sweet playful haze the terpenes fogged inside your bodies. nothing was serious, popping jokes left and right; shit, even the whole shitty was situation turned into a meer joke with the four of you.
âanything is fighting attire for this one!â Dina laughs out pointing at you, coughing out the smoke after.
âeesh! i believe itâyou shouldâve seenâshe looked like a cheetah pouncing with that dress on!â ellie chuckles out, following Dinaâs joke as her high low-eyes rake through you.
âidiotĂĄsâŠâ you laugh out as you pass the bong to Jesse.
âhey! iâm not the one callinâ you ânational geographicââwhat does that even mean?â Jesse retorts playfully before hitting the bong.
âbro just add the âassâ to idiotâ Ellie makes fun of Jesse playfully while completely butchering the spanish syllable.
âoh ellie, stop talking!âyour first spanish lesson will be with ___ tomorrow.â Dina teases.
you all soaked in the Dinaâs living room full of marijuana smoke until the high laughter shared between all of you would take you all out into a slumber. it was later than 3 am by the time you all knocked out.
àŒș â± àŒ» àŒș â± àŒ» àŒș â± àŒ» àŒș â± àŒ»
it was the next morning, probably the best morningâs youâve ever had even with the excruciating pain you woke up with.
you woke up entangled in ellieâs arms, you both fell asleep on Dinaâa couch while Jesse and Dina slept in her bedroom.
you fluttered your eyes open, head on her chest while each one of her arms was wrapped around you almost protectively. you could hear each beat of her heart as her chest heaved softly, mumuring in a pattern underneath the side of your head.
the feeling of her heartbeat was like listening to the pleasing sound of rain tricking against a window; bringing the same bliss, maybe even more as listening to her heartbeat lulled you in and out of sleep.
âesto tiene que ser como se siente el paraĂso.â (this must be what heaven feels like)
ellie had her hands loomed into and through the texture of your hair, holding the back-side of your head slightly; cradling your head almost.
the atmosphere was incensed by the mixture of body-heat you shared through each others bodies. the warm felt like something stronger than a blanket.
the sun-ray shines through Dinaâs tall curtains that covered her wide-spread windows, enhancing the two of you under natureâs glow.
you took in the way her fair skin contrasted your bronze one beautifully, the way her tattoos illuminated, especially the tattoo of her fern and moth; you admired all her small other tattoos.
she had a a cursive J on her other wrist, Joelâs initial.
on the same arm, on her arm cephalic she had a line that was a thin as a guitar string. you observed the small prominent ink and the way it wrapped around her arm.
ellieâs tattoos were simple but you knew they were symbolic in some way which made her tattoos completely beautiful to you. unknowningly, your hands had been caressing the soft skin of her arms as you traced over her tattoos; getting lost in her shut eyes.
âbuenos dĂasâ you could hear ellieâs morning voice, her thick rasp as she grumbled out.
your eyes widen slightly taken aback, you were hoping she hadnât sensed you staring. you dipped your face into the crevess between eachotherâs arms; slightly embarrassed.
âmĂrala, primera dĂa conmigo y ya sabes.â (look at her, first day with me and you already know.) you played with her as you hid your face away.
âhold on hold on, donât get too confident in me now.â ellie retorts quickly, her eyes completely widen out of groggy slumber at the smooth quick pace of your accent; almost not catching onto any of the foreign words.
you let out a bit of louder laugh, god, she could even wake you up with a laugh.
âbuenos dĂas, bombĂłnâ the tension was like dripping sugary corn syrup, the most honeyed atmosphere you had ever been engulfed with and exposed too.
there was no way you could ever compare your ex to ellie. not in one singular way could the love you were feeling for ellie ever be compared to the love you have felt.
âshouldâve payed more attention to spanish in highschool and Joelâs tutoring.â you tease her with a smile at the mention, how she miserably failed all four years of spanish even with Joelâs basicâpractically âpersonal google-translateâ help.
Ellie grabs the pillow she was laying her head on to playfully hit you with it. your arm reflexes and reaches out your hand, just in time to stop the pillow from hitting your side. you both burst into a fit of giggles as you begin a soft playful morning tussle.
you grab ahold of the pillow that ellie tries to push closer to you with her hands, you eventually find the perfect moment to slip it out of her tight grip and throwing it across the room; taking one leg and hoisting it on her hip as you both laid on your sides.
Ellie rolled you over, trying to tip you onto Dinaâs huge black furry carpet. you immediately caught yourself on the rest of couch arm-rest, leaving you on top of her, each leg bent to each of her sides.
this position was compromising in someway, you felt more connected to her like this. the smiles from your faces didnât falter for second, but only shifted into admiration.
you both admired eachother, both of your eyes holding overflowing adoration. your essences soak into each other as ellie traces your tattoos. she replicated the treatment you were showing her from earlier as you studied the shape of her lips, how long her lashes were, and the way her hair fell down; few strands falling onto her face.
you were so used to seeing her with her hair up, she mentioned to you how it was just more comfortable for her, how she grew to enjoy the feeling of the breeze of her neck. maybe it wasnât a big deal, but it was for you.
in some way you felt this as a way of ellieâs vulnerability, dropping her guard and allowing you to see her with such intimacy and in ways you had never seen her before,âyou knew this was different for her too.
that was the thing with her, your thoughts to yourself continue as you lean closer into her, chests pressing together; aligning heartbeats as you got lost in a strong energetic haze.
the scene was ethereal.
the sun glowing trancing your deep embrace, silhouetting your skin-to-skin held contact onto the shined-on carpet covered floor. the way your head laid ontop of Ellies as her own dipped into the clavicle of your shoulder, her deep breathing feathering your collarbone and tickling you.
eventually your heads meet, foreheads touching as your eyes poured into each other. you watched the way Ellieâs eyes flicker from your lips to your eyes, then repeating. it seemed like an all natural action when your lips met.
the kiss was so gentle and soft, yet overfilled with so much. your lips tingled against the warm feeling of Ellieâs tongue swiping over your bottom lip, wanting more of your lips.
there wasnât a single worry between the two of you. you brought your gauzed up hand to caress her cheek which she softly grabbed your wrist, departing from the kiss you shared to peck your bandaged bruised knuckles.
âiâm sorry aboutââ
âdonât you ever apologize for something you donât have too.â Ellie told you sincerely, cutting you off.
âbut you donât understandââ you continued to push.
âill understand with you, and if i donât. you will teach me.â
Ellie didnât even want you trying to protest once more, pulling you back into her lips softly. your lips continuing moving in a plush motion.
your hands found their way to her hair, entangling them through her smooth straight locks, massaging your fingertips into her scalp. you hummed contently into the savorful kiss that you shared; your mind wanting more, craving and needing more.
it felt like each wet passionate lock between each other was an eternity of bliss.
Ellieâs hands caress up and through your back, her fingers tracing your spine before resting them onto the dip of your hips.
âlesbians are making on my couchâokay! going back inside my room!â Dina calls out before quickly retreating into her own bedroom.
you both whipped your heads around, breaking your kiss instantly; just to catch the door closing shut.
you both fell into a fit of giggles as each otherâs doed out eyes soaked into the morning aroma together.
àŒș â± àŒ» àŒș â± àŒ» àŒș â± àŒ» àŒș â± àŒ»
the way the four of you spent the day together.
you all started off the day by settling to go to the classic old diner down the road for a good breakfast. it was 10:20 AM by the time you guys were smoking out of your purple âalien-lookingâ pipe, as described by Ellie, herself.
maybe it was this morning, maybe last night.
it has now more than ever became clear to you exactly how Ellie had you feeling, being more handsy on both ends. you couldnât help but feel as your skin was burning, if her hands werenât there to cool you down.
definitely now more than ever, it was crystal clear.
âuhm, earth to the both of you!â Dina clears her throat, calling out loudly to the both of your attention.
a moment ago, your legs were on ellies lap as her hands caressed all up and down your exposed legs due to you wear some simple shorts. it wouldnât be believable but you didnât understand how quickly just a couple loveable leg rubs led to a mini make-out sesh behind Dina and Jesse in the passenger seat.
you both jumped away from each other, as if you had both been pulled into a trance as you both blinked away at your friends reactions.
âlets go before yâall eat each other for breakfast.â Jesse jokes out as he opens his passenger door causing a heat to rush onto ellieâs cheeks shut upâyou kept us up all night.âellieâs smart and quick to remark teasingly.
once finally seated into the cute diner, very vintage americana looking diner. the four of you were all seated into a red-seats booth that had a table with fake cherries for table decor.
you scanned the menu below, taking in all the options of different breakfast entrees; the variety of omelettes, sandwiches, toasts, and pancakes. you settled on frosted fluffy strawberry french toast while you ordered coffee.
âjeez, you and Joelâcoffee lovers, bleh!â ellie grimaced in fake disgust and disbelief, making a forced disgusted noise after ordering herself.
âwhy thank you, Joel and I have taste.â you sarcasm out, giggling slightly. Ellie just admired the way your smile tugged your cheeks and creased your eyes joyfully.
Ellie matched your small chuckle as you spoke up. âwe will mock your hate over our hot cup of coffee!â you lean in, bringing your pointer finger to poke at her dimpled cheek which she reactively crinkle her nose.
everyone finished ordering their choice of meals, indulging in humorous banter all together. you learned about how about ellieâs summer this one time Joel had a fling with this sweet mexican woman he completely fell infatuated with, how it was probably the best summer of her life due to the countless of grill-outs they both loved to have.
âoh so, your thing for latinas runs in the family?â you quirk causing Jesse to let out a holler as Dina snorts out, using her hand to cover her mouth.
âuhâwhatâhow did you even come up with that?â Ellie stumbles over her word.
ânah yeah, it definitely run in the family.â Jesse chimes in with a smirk causing you to clap and laugh out just more.
âthe both of you donât have a single fuckinâ idea on what your on about!â Ellie retorts, for some reason, her cheeks rushing fusion.
as you were about to speak up, the waitress came with each one of your plates. you all ate silently, yet peacefully and happily. the silence connecting you all more if anything.
one hand held your dullish knife as your other hand held your fork; you held your toast down with your fork as your cut off a piece off your toast, gathering the maple syrup along with the topped frosted butter. you let out a moan of content as the sweet combination hit your tastebuds as your eyes widen in pure foodie-bliss.
the scene of you trying a delicious meal, savoring it too was possibly the most adorable and gorgeous thing youâve done in the past month you spent with her, exploring eachother. you took a few more bites before your little amused grin while you swallowed your bites of food turned your grin into a smile as you began to cut another piece of your toast. you repeat the same steps before asking, well not really.
you held the fork up as you hummed loudly and excitedlyâready to airplane a spoonful into Ellieâs mouth.
âtĂš va aâ gustarâŠâ you muttered under your blissed breath.
Ellie opens her mouth, grinning as she hears the little spanish sentence fall from your lips. you playfully do a small swerve, then eventually holding it close to her mouth for her to close her lips around. she kept eyes contact with you as she ate the piece of toast off your fork, eyesbrows raising in delight which you only nod your head, knowingly too.
Jesse and Dina watched the both of you amused before returning to their own conversation, how it was dinaâs dream to roadtrip to California. you could hear her small talk drown out from your ears as the world felt like it spun, making it feel like it was just you two.
âitâs delicious, mama.â she hums out.
âi know, now say âque deliciosĂłâ!â
Ellie tries her best to repeat after you, stuttering over her pronunciation.
âthat was absolutely!âhorrendous.â Dina fakes enthusiasm before completely deadpanning her expression.
âi would love to hear Jesse try!â Ellie claims, leaning into her own seated side of the booth.
âkay!âdeliâsi-o-so!â
you shared an awkward glance to Dina as Dina lips flatline completely, biting back a laugh as Ellies eyes meet yours before glancing at Dina. the table was silent as Jesse questioned what he said wrong, not holding in your laughter as you all laugh collectively.
âjust stick to english, babe.â Dina consoles teasingly as you and Ellie try to catch your breath.
âi definitely did not sound like that!â Ellie laughs out, trying to catch her breath.
âeasy Jesse!â you follow along, laughing in sync.
âthe spanish lessons are for Ellieânot me.â Jesse immediately raised his hands up in the air as defense before going back to dig into the omelette he ordered.
now it was Ellieâs turn, she picked up the loaded crossiant sandwhich carefully. you shot her a small smile, moving your hair out the way slightly as you leaned in to take a bite out of her breakfast sandwich. you savored the buttery bread from the crossiant as the mix of cheese, hash brown, and mapled sausage mix into your mouth.
âtaâtĂš gusta?â she stumbled but managed to say it right. if your stomach wasnât fluttering like a swarm of butterflies before, it definitely was now.
âmm!, muy rico.â you smile as you hear Dina clap, putting her fork down onto her plate of pancakes.
âokay spanish 101!, call Joel!âtell him Carne Asada at my house!â she exaggerates.
âgirl, i know you kidding, but now, i want carne asada.â you tutt out before sipping on your coffee.
you all enjoyed your dinners together, laughing, conversating, and more importantly, bonding all the same.
âso, we hittinâ the store after this?â Jesse chimes with a stupid smile.
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the trip to the grocery store was definitelyâŠ.something.
Ellie and Jesse were like toddlers while you and Dina spent time hunting for the ingredients throughout the store.
âhow about you get the drinks and let theâahem, adults handle this.â Dina clears her throw, pointing back and forth between you and her.
âuh whatââ Ellie began to protest.
âyouâi need you to get limes, cilantro, and white onion.â you listed as you pointed to Ellie, whom immediately stopped talking.
âyes maâam.â was all she said, before pulling you in for a kiss which you instinctively went to place your hand behind her neck gently, momentarily before pulling away.
âmy beautiful man in the entire universe of ugly rotting menâwho also happens to be of legal age!âget your sexy girlfriend liquor?â Dina remarks sweetly and dramatically.
âwow!, coarsing me into buying alcohol for you guysâthatâs illegal.â
âlook at you! knowing the law and shitâget us a bottle of PĂĄtron Silver.â Dina quirked, giving him a kiss on the lips.
you all split up, each to their own getting what they needed. you picked out rice, brown beans, queso fresco, pepper/jalapeno, avocados, and of course, the steak. Dina grabbing any other ingredients needed.
once everyone was set, meeting at the store cart that Ellie strolled around.
âawe look at you guys! wasnât so hard, huh?â
Dina playfully snarks out as you guys walk towards self-checkout. you watched the way Jesse playfully smacked Dinaâs butt, kissing her forehead while at it. then, feeling a small arm sneak around the back of your waist.
âlook at that straight shit.â she playfully icks out, getting a small giggle out of you.
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once you entered Dinaâsâit was go-time.
the sound of the kitchen rustling with a bunch of noise coming from the hustling around from yourself, along with Dina. you got to marinating the steaks as Jesse got the mini grill that was outside of Dinaâs balcony.
music tunes through Dinas personal handheld speaker as you got your freshly washed hands dirty. you cut multiple limes, then bringing out the salt and pepper.
the entire time, every time you grabbed a piece of raw steak; squeezing the lime juice onto the meat before sprinkling bit by bit salt & pepper, Ellie watched.
she couldnât help not too stare.
she admired the concentration you carried with the biggest smile on your faceâespecially impressed by the way you squeezed the half-piece lime with one hand completely.
âwhatâs meat in spanish?â Ellie asks innocently, slightly hovering closer to you.
your smile widen, your teeth glimmer as you passed the seasoned steak onto an empty glass platter for Dina to take outside.
âsay carne, baby.â you keep an eye on her as you spoke.
âcarneâoh!, its in the name.âEllie slightly confuses.
you lean in to give her a small peck âay cariño, you are so cute.â
âyou did say spanish 101 todayâwhat did you call me?â
âspecial nicknameâjust for you!â you shot her a playful wink. you could still see unsurity in her face. ânothing bad, babyâitâs a term of endearment.â you finish off, placing the second marinated steak onto the glass plate.
âvenga para acĂĄ, let me show you how.â you signal with your messy hand. Ellie made her way around from the counter she was leaning on, walking uo slightly behind you before standing next to you.
âcome over here, empieza a poner sal y pimientaâstart to put salt and pepper.â you repeated after yourself. you obeserved carefully the way she began to pronounce each foreign word.
âslow babyâyou got it, pi-me-yenâtĂ .â you her at the end as she didnât sound too bad for her first try. Ellie tries once again as she lathers the meat in the salt and pepper, flipping the meat over to do the same on the other side.
you got closer, leaning your head on her shoulder as your hands went to grab the salt as she rubbed in the lime juice. you pour a bit of salt onto your hand as you get ready to sprinkle it. Ellieâs hand made moved away slightly before going back to the spots you sprinkle salt to rub it in; the both of your arms ontop of another, almost entangled as you both began to season together.
the intimacy was different, yes it was romantic; definitely not sexualâthis entire moment shared together gave you both a sensibility of home. the sweet tension divert into domestic parallels as Ellieâs back met your chest like magnets, feeling the way your breath feathered against the back of her neck in gentle rhythm.
it wasnât just the physical touch that made the both of your bodies feel like electricity firing through each otherâs veins.
the senses you both individually carried feeling like it invisibly oozed into each other, interlocking your connected hearts.
Ellie melted into you, her head moving the tiniest bit. you took it as a signal to dip your head intonthe crevess of her neck and peppering kisses as both of your hands smeared among the meat. you hward the way a sweet little symph of a hum was enough to have your heart jumping out your chest.
you gave a Ellieâs hands a bit of space, letting her transfer the piece of meat with the rest of the seasoned pieces on the glass plate. Ellie turned her head to the side, the side of her face, partly almost facing you completely; that was till she turned her head completely, moving a hand away in the process to not keep her encaged.
you just poured into each otherâs eyes, neither of you wanted to leave the aroma of this feeling.
Ellie leaned in, eyes jumping from your eyes to your lips. you both kept your hands lowered as they were covered in the seasoning and lime juice; nothing stopping her from the way her lips locked into yours intoxicatingly.
âlets take these out to them, mamaâ she pulls away with a goofy smile, hinting at the meat.
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the sun had set and the late evening arrived, watching the way the orange sky smiled back at the four of you as you all created a night to remember.
the sound of BachatĂĄ XtremĂšâs âTe Extrañoâ playing through as you and Dina took slight dance-like steps between each shot, chasing it by sucking on a piece of lime.
you both started off chill at firstâmaking yourselves a little drink to sip on as you finished cooking and smashing the beans, dina finishing up the rice, and making the guacamoleâthe more spanish bangers came on, your amount drinks had gotten hefty.
Jesse was on the Grill, occasionally being pulled away from a very drunk dina to dance with herâkudos to Jesse though, he kept a pretty good pace.
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right now, you were sat ontop of Ellies lap, puffing on the blunt she rolled. she had one arm cradling the back of you as the other passed the smoke between the both of you.
Ellie spent the day admiring the way you ran around all day, now that you were here; with her sat and seated. it was your turn to admire the strong gorgeous woman.
although the sun had set, the slight glow from the toned out blue sky perfectly sharpened her freckles specking across her soft face, the way her t-shirt hugged her, and especially the small muscle in her biceps that flex each time she took a drag.
âwhatcha lookinâ at, mama?â she caught you, giving you a small smile as she passed you the Dutch.
âsorryâreally wanted you to pass the blunt already.â your sarcasm lacing your sweet tone as you gave her fake look of dissatisfaction.
âoh! really!?â Ellie gawks, playing into fake offense.
you gave her a big smile you couldnât falter. you brought the cigarillo up to your lips, inhaling and then exhaling before speaking, âi never said thank you.â you began.
âthank you for what?â she questions, the hand she used to hold the blunt to caress your face.
âfor standing up for me, for being there, for literallyâbeing here. you couldâve ran off and you didnât.â your voice was sincere, nothing more.
âi would do it all again in a heartbeat, mama.â
your entire heart felt like a floodgate opening, allowing the sweetest taste of serotonin rush through.
âthere isnât a single thing i would do differentlyâchangeânow, i would give everything to not meet that jack-ass waiter.â Ellie says, her eyes not leaving yours as her words went straight into your heart.
you chuckle out âfuck himâthat guyâs a friend of my ex. i didnât even know he worked there.â you explained, reminiscing a bit.
Ellie was quick to stop any moment longer. âfuck them both, they mad to see you doing good.â she devotes, pulling you into her to kiss your forehead. the reassurance made your stomach flutter up.
âand with someone greater, tooâin all ways.â you whisper out, leaning your head down slightly so your foreheads met.
you were in love with Ellie Williams, a feeling that you had never felt so strong.
âi wanna tell everyone youâre mineâshow you off, make them all fuckinâ mad.â
before Elle could say anything else, you hear a drunk Dina cheer Listos para comer! (we ready to eat!) .
you all helped bring the food inside, setting the dinner table as chatter wisped between the four of you. the dinner table was scattered with all the delicious plates you all bonded over cooking.
it was like a cute family dining scene from a movie.
you all began to dig in, Dina looking over at you with a look that you knew exactly to return as you both silently waited at the table; your eyes moving from meeting Dinaâs to Ellie and Jesse, watching them chew. you both waited with big grins as they both let slight moan and gasp from their savorful meals.
you and dina cant help the fit of laughter you break into which only confuse the both of them.
âdonât know whatâs funnyâyouâre not gonna be laughing when im on one knee though.â Ellie was dead serious.
âouh! i better be a bridesmaid!â Dina exclaims excitedly.
needless to say, you were beaming a deep rose through your cheeks, bringing your Soda Jarritos to try to cover your face.
the dinner bled into the night, completely being filled with overjoyed laughter and deep conversationsâstill, slightly making fun of their spanish pronunciations.
Ellie was sat right next to you.
âpass me a tortilla, amor.â you let it out without a thought, you caught yourself, slightly stumbling as you tried to excuse the little epithet that left your lips.
you saw the way a wide shiteating smile tugged her lips as she reached her arm aceoss the table to pass you the traditional tortilla warmer for you to make tacos out of the asada.
you thought Ellie pretended to not hear atleast, as you began to bite into your taco; Ellie leaned into your ear.
âweâre gonna make sure everybody knows youâre mineâas iâve been yours since that night, mama.â
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a/n: i am indeed the mexican woman ellie is talking about that used to date joel đđđ matter of fact he in my bed rn !!! also i didnt add lyrics because i feel like the scene was too short ( might add them later still thinking)
in all seriousness though, thank you so much for the patience cus its basically EXAMS MONTH for my ass đ yall are amazing and @openupforme for keeping me goingđœ
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Hi i love your sirius/remus x animagus!reader,,, can you please write james potter x animagus(squirrel) reader?
James always carries nuts such as acorns and sunflower seeds to give herđ„čâ€ïž just pure fluff please
made me think of that one new girl scene where nick opens jess's bedside table and finds her night peanuts
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When Remus is instructed to fish James's scarf out of 'his bedside drawer', he reaches for the top one. Because of course he does, because who is asked to open someone's bedside drawer and chooses the bottom one? Of course James meant the top one, otherwise he would have specified the bottom one.
He does not mean the top one.
Instead of knitwear, Remus finds a disastrous array of- nuts? Nuts and raisins and berries and seeds, for god's sake, in James's top bedside drawer. Loose. Filling the entire space.
He stands frozen, hand still clutching the knob to the drawer.
"James," He says, voice calm and cool, "Why are there nuts in your nightstand?"
Sirius snickers, makes some joke about 'forgetting to put them in his pants this morning', but Remus doesn't react. He can't react, he's petrified solid in his spot by the sight of James's strange collection.
"Oh, that? That's for m'girlfriend." James answers, like it's an explanation. Like it solves the problem, like it answers Remus's many, many question; 'Oh, right! His girlfriend, that makes sense. 'Cause she's a squirrel.
"Is she a squirrel?" Remus voices his thoughts aloud, tone bitter and tight.
James's shoulders tense slightly, raising towards his ears, and he nods slowly, "Uh, yeah, actually. 'Finished the transformation last week."
Oh.
"Oh," Remus's eyes are still roving over the heap of sunflower seeds and dried cranberries but he forces himself to shut the door, "So- so, what, she sleeps in there, or something?"
James laughs, a guffaw as he grins at Remus, "Don't be ridiculous, Moony, I don't make my girlfriend sleep in my nightstand. I've been taking a handful with me to class every day so she can snack."
Only James Potter would think that sleeping would be more ridiculous than scooping a pile of nuts into his pocket every morning before class for his girlfriend who can turn into a squirrel.
"Right." Is all that Remus can manage, and he goes through the motions of retrieving James's scarf from the bottom drawer this time, "Here's your scarf, Prongs."
"Thanks, mate." James nods, catching it when Remus tosses it in his direction. He's getting ready to head down to Hogsmeade to meet with you, and Remus briefly wonders if James already has a pocket full of raisins.
"You heading down with us?" James asks, watching Remus gather his jumper, slipping it on over the white tank he'd slept in.
"No," Remus shakes his head, stuffing his feet into his shoes and ducking his head as he beelines for the door, "I'm going to the hospital wing; All of a sudden I need a cure for a headache."
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hi sweetheart , ur amazing , was wondering if you could write an eddie & roan fic , where whereas eddie was in the hospital that one time , its râs turn , not to serious but definitely something youd fine yourself worrying about ! and ed and roanie r so worried , sorta like the scene from the work trip đ„č
PLS i love u angel
thank you for your request, ilove u! eddie and roan âdad!eddie juggles his daughter roan, nearly step mom!you, and his own rollercoaster emotions when you end up in hospital for a few days. 4k
cw hospital stay, seizure recovery, temporary paralysis
Eddie's never been this tired in his entire life, and he can't sleep.Â
He looks up at his bedroom ceiling (your ceiling, your house), hands under his back in the same clothes he wore yesterday. She'll worry if I show up looking like a slob, he thinks eventually, getting up to shower. The last thing he wants to do when he can't take care of you is take care of himself, but he has to, because that's what you'd want if you were home.Â
Roan is stirring by the time he's dressed again. He tugs his socks on and walks across the landing, residual steam from the bathroom warming the air, his hair dripping a cool path down his back.Â
He creeps over a mess of things that hasn't been touched in two days. Roan's eyes fly open at the sound, but she sees him and they squint to a more sluggish expression, little hands rubbing sleep from her eyelashes.Â
Eddie thinks maybe she thought he was you.Â
"Hey, bubby," he says, as loving and bubbly as he can manage, "did you have a nice sleep?"Â
"Can we go see Y/N now?" she asks hoarsely.Â
Eddie sits on the side of her bed and pulls her effortlessly into his lap. She's boiling from the sheets, her hair curled tight at her neck from the heat.Â
"Remember what I said yesterday about visiting hours?" He strokes hair from her face gently, an arm wrapped around her waist to say I'm here. "They won't let us in until nine, and it's not eight yet."Â
He drops his nose into her hair.Â
"Maybe we can go get a really yummy breakfast," he suggests, thinking about you. You're probably awake, and if he's lucky you've eaten your own breakfast, but it's more likely you've refused it if you're as lethargic as you were yesterday. Â
"I don't want diner burgers anymore," Roan says.Â
Eddie gives her a kiss and her back a rub. "No, I bet you don't. Sorry, sweetheart, it's not nice having the same foods for two days in a row, is it? That's my fault."Â
"It's okay. Let's make waffles."Â
He kisses her forehead, taking a contemplative breather, just the two of them in their quiet house, her body a familiar weight in his lap. The sun is up and shining through her window, sunlight across the floor and her spilled toybox. It doesn't quite reach them on the bed, and Eddie snorts at it. Of course it doesn't. Home without you isn't sunny. Â
"Waffles," he agrees.Â
They make waffles with leftover strawberries and squirty cream. Roan is perky enough to want to have some straight from the can, giggling a storm when he plops a dollop of it onto her nose. He gets her ready as she eats, brushing her knotty hair and changing her pyjamas for a striped long sleeve shirt, wool leggings, and a dungaree dress you'd begged him to buy for her. The front pocket sports a small embroidered Russian doll.Â
She should've had a bath, but it's getting on, and Eddie wants to get to Hawkins General dead on visiting time. She's not dirty, just her hair isn't as nice as it could be. He figures the universe will forgive him.Â
He really has to see you.Â
Getting Roan into the car rehashes a fresh memory. The day before yesterday⊠things should've been normal. Eddie was walking out of the shop, keys swinging around his finger ready to see his girls for your usual Friday plans: movies on the couch until one or all of you falls asleep. He's thinking kettle corn, a sheet of a dozen donuts, a gallon of Roan's favourite grapefruit juice and maybe another punnet of strawberries so she can dip them in chocolate and sugar.Â
But Wayne jogged out after him calling his name. There was a phone call from your work, your coworker frantic.Â
Eddie blinks and shoves his keys into the car, listening to the engine sputter, trying to focus. A tonic-clonic seizure, seven minutes counted before it stopped. You were already in the ambulance when they called.Â
"What do I do?" Eddie'd asked, frozen to the spot. His heart pounding unsteadily in his chest, the image of you in convulsions behind his eyes. "What do Iâ"
"You go to the hospital," Wayne said, because of course that's what he had to do.Â
Wayne vowed to pick up Roan and Eddie got in the car. His hands shook so bad he couldn't turn the key at first, but he managed it, and he got to Hawkins General in one piece, and he didn't panic at the reception desk asking if you'd been checked in yet.Â
Eddie doesn't think he'd described you as looking small before, but you looked small. They laid you out in a snug bed with square orange stickers on your head, chest, and arms, unconscious. You didn't wake up for hours.Â
And that was normal, Eddie reminds himself now, the car huffing and puffing its way down roads he's been driving on for almost a decade now on autopilot. You had a standard generalised tonic-clonic seizure. It started from nowhere, though they later found your blood sugar had been very low. That was deemed the cause. Eddie blames himself for it in a hundred different ways, remembering that morning, how he'd made you late for work cuddling you when you should've been getting ready.Â
You skipped breakfast. He thought you'd have something on the way, but you never did.Â
It's my fault, he thinks, then and now, the same thought that's plagued him for three days.Â
"Do we wanna talk about how we feel today?" Eddie asks, tearing himself away from the aching remembered fear and back into the present. Five minutes until he gets to see you again, until he knows for sure you're alright.
"I feel okay. I want to see mom."Â
"We're almost there. You have your flowers from the back yard?"Â
Roan waves her picked daisies at him assuredly. Eddie hadn't thought to buy you flowers. He could barely manage the essentials; pyjamas, toothpaste and lip balm. He forgot to get you a toothbrush. He forgot underwear âhe had to go back to the store. It was a disaster.Â
"What about scary feelings?" Eddie asks softly, reaching back to make a grab for her knee.Â
"You said she's okay now." Roan sits forward. "What if her arms stop working again?"Â
It was only one arm. You could've come home yesterday if you hadn't been experiencing a weakness called 'Todd's Paresis', a paralysis of the limbs. You slowly regained functionality of it throughout the day, but your headache and confusion remained.Â
Eddie thinks that was the worst part. You, in bed, crying because you didn't understand. His eyes burn and well with tears every time he thinks about it. Eddie, I feel sick, you'd mumbled tearfully, reaching for his arm, smudging his tattoos between your careless fingers, I don't know what'sâ why are we here?
But you were genuinely going to be fine, even if you were scared. In the same way Eddie's going to be okay, and Roan will be, too, as long as he makes sure this isn't hurting her as it's happening.Â
"Baby, I promise you her arms won't stop working again. When she had the seizure," âhe doesn't like using a big word like that with her, only there's no alternative and she needs to knowâ "her brain was confused. It was confused for a couple of hours, 'n' when she woke up her body needed time to catch up." He doesn't know how true it is, but it's for Roan to understand her feelings, not to help her medicinal education. "When we said goodnight she could wave bye to us, yeah? So don't worry about mommy's arm."Â
"I'm worried about mommy's everything."Â
"Yeah?" Eddie feels a mixture of stress at her admission and relief as the hospital parking lot creeps into view. "You want to tell me?"Â
"What if she gets another one?"Â
"Another seizure?" Eddie asks, turning the wheel. All he has to do is drive into the lot and find a space without crashing.Â
"Will she have to come back to hospital?" Roan asks.Â
"Yeah, she would have to come back. But⊠okay, sometimes, people have lots of seizures all the time, and they aren't dangerous. Sometimes they are dangerous," he amends. "But lots of the time they're not. So if she did have more, I would make sure she didn't get hurt and we would have to be brave all over again. We can do that, can't we?"Â
He parks the car.Â
Roan doesn't look as though his explanation helped. Eddie's running on an empty tank, scrubbing his hands through half dried hair and wishing he was better at this. He gets out of the front seat and opens her door, unclicking her straps, helping her down onto her feet.Â
"Babe, I forgot your jacket," he says, surprised at himself as he realises she only has two layers. "Are you cold?"Â
She holds out her arms and assesses for herself. "I think so."Â
"You'll have to come inside my hoodie. Shall we do that?" he asks with a grin.
Eddie picks Roan up, has her cling to his neck, and zips his hoodie up over her body, their head sticking out of the hole all squished together. She's a laughing mess as they cross the lot and head into the main building of the hospital, infectiously happy as she calls him, "so silly, daddy."Â
They do look silly, but Eddie's glad he forgot her jacket. It's nice to hear her laughing like that after such a tough weekend, far from the one he'd pictured.Â
He tries to set her down after they've entered the elevator, but she won't go. He holds her tighter instead.Â
"We're going to be nice and quiet on the ward 'cos there are other grown ups here, and some of them are in a lot of pain," he reminds her.
"We should've brought flowers for everybody."Â
"How many do you have, sweetheart?" he asks, watching the floor number tick upward.Â
"I have, um." She pulls her hand back from his neck, four rumpled daisies choked in her fingers. "No, I can't give them to everyone else, I only have enough for mommy."Â
Eddie's noticed a very high ratio of 'mommy' when compared to Roan's usual mix these last few days. If anyone asks who her mom is she says it's you enthusiastically, but if she's talking to you face to face she'll call you whatever she feels like. Mom tends to come out more when she's tired, when she's feeling adored, or when she's upset, but that isn't to say she won't call you mom at random moments. Why is the window glass all blurry, mom? I didn't 'member to feed Lucky, mommy, you have to get the fish food. Mom, I need more soda.Â
Roan was too old when you met to mistake you for her mother. You're growing into the title. Roan's growing into using it.Â
"That's okay. You keep them all for mom," he whispers.Â
"We won't show anyone so they don't feel left out," she whispers back.Â
"Good plan."Â
When Wayne brought Roan by the first night, she was just happy to see you both. Unlike when Eddie burned his arm, you weren't alert enough to be in any pain, and so she didn't have to be scared of that. Wayne kept his cool when he picked her up, mitigating most of the panic she probably would've felt had Eddie been there. She wasn't happy to see you unwell, but she wasn't scared. She hasn't cried.Â
Eddie knows from experience that a lack of tears now doesn't mean they aren't coming.Â
You're sitting up in bed, showered, in a fresh pair of pyjamas with a cup of coffee held between two strong hands. You have a magazine on your knee. Even your hair looks nice. It's a goddamn miracle in Eddie's eyes âhe nearly drops Roan.Â
"My Munsons!" you say happily, putting your coffee on the tray table wheeled over your bed. "What the heck, you told me you'd be here at nine and it's nine oh seven. I thought we loved each other?"Â
Oh thank fucking God, Eddie thinks. You're okay. You sound yourself again, no pain, no hazy confusion.Â
"You're conjoined," you say, smiling.Â
Eddie scrambles to unzip his jacket. Roan throws herself out of his arms and on to the end of your bed. You push your tray table and coffee sloshes everywhere in your rush to make room for her.Â
"Good morning," she says, slamming into you. Eddie winces at her force, and Roan must recognise her brutality, saying, "Sorry, I hugged you hard."Â
"That's okay, I like hard hugs," you say, wrapping your arms around her.Â
Eddie gets his knee on the mattress to grab you both in his own hug. Tears burn in his eyes. He doesn't have the wherewithal to blink them back, dropping his lips to your forehead. "I was so worried," he says, unable to hide how high and fraught his voice is.Â
"Eddie," you murmur softly. "My love, it's okay. I'm just fine, you didn't have to worry about me."Â
"But I did, you wereâ" He clears his throat. "I love you."Â
"I love you too," you say, your hand crawling up his front. You curve your palm around his neck. "Baby, I'm so sorry."Â
Eddie laughs and sniffs, sitting back on your bed to wipe his eyes with his wrist. His hands are shaking. "It's okay, it's alright. I don't want you sorry for nothing. We just wanted you to get better. Isn't that right, Ro?"Â
Roan picks her head up from your neck, tears pumping down her face.Â
Eddie's heart hurts seeing it, even if he was expecting it. You, on the other hand, hadn't had that foresight. You look at her like she's split you clean in two.Â
"Princess, what's the matter?" you implore, cuddling her back into your chest. "I know it's really scary being here, lovely girl, I know. It's okay."Â
Roan doesn't explain herself, just sobs little sobs into your shirt, clutching you as though she's worried you'll push her away.Â
Eddie puts his hand on her back.Â
"I'm sorry," you say softly, sounding weak yourself.
"Don't be sorry, are you kidding? It was my fault," Eddie says.Â
"What?"Â
"I made you late, you didn't eat breakfastâ"Â
"Eddieâ"Â
"Don't fucking say sorryâ"Â
"Eddie," you say again, rubbing Roan's back. You give him a soft look.Â
"Sorry," he says. He takes a big breath, victim of an overflow of emotion.Â
Eddie slides further up the bed to get a better hold on Roan where she's being hugged. "I'm very sorry for cussing, baby. How are you feeling, huh? Happy to see mommy with both arms, is that it?"Â
"So happy," she sobs, pushing her lips closer to your ear and her flowers into your neck. "I brought you flowers to help you get better but you're better already."Â
Eddie doesn't know what to do besides pat her back and cling to you.
After a big healthy cry fest, you lay back in your pillows with Roan propped against your front, speaking at a much more acceptable volume considering your three neighbours in the room. You rub her back with one hand and feed her hard pretzels with the other, passing your pinky finger over her cheeks as a makeshift handkerchief to collect the last of her tears. Her daisies wilt in a cup of fruitless water on the nightstand.Â
"Is that what all the fuss was about? You worried daddy wasn't gonna enable your snack addiction?" you ask fondly,Â
"Dad gives me lots of snacks. We had Benny's two times yesterday and then we had ice cream with every topping for after dinner."Â
"I'm glad he's been spoiling you," you say.Â
"Too much Benny's, wasn't it?" Eddie prompts, meeting your eyes with a bemused grin, his head twitching with a headache that doesn't fit the mood. "She said to me before breakfast she didn't want any today. We had waffles in the waffle maker and blueberries and strawberries."Â
"With squirty cream," Roan says, opening her mouth wide for another pretzel.Â
You indulge her and feed her.Â
"You didn't enjoy burgers for lunch and dinner?" you ask.Â
"We had Reuben sandwiches and loaded fries for dinner, it wasn't as torturous as it sounds."Â
"It sounds delicious," you say, kissing Roan's pale forehead. "I wish I'd been there to steal all the bacon bits off of your fries. Now I'm better, maybe we can go and have them again, give me a fighting chance."Â Â
"No!" Roan says with a laugh.
"No? So selfish, Ro, you know I want whatever you're eating." You kiss her crown and adjust your arms around her.
"Now you're better, I think we should have the, um, the special curry dad makes with rice and peas."Â
"Oh, yeah?" Eddie asks. "Mom's better so dad can go back to his life of serfdom. That's awesome."Â
In actuality, Eddie would make you complicated, exhausting meals multiple times a day for the rest of your life if it meant you didn't end up here again. He has a strict breakfast plan forming in his mind as you speak.
"They said they were gonna check me one last time and if I'm okay I get to go home. Soon as the doctor can come and see me and make sure I look okay," you say, planing a pretzel past her mouth and into your own with a self satisfied smile. Â
"You look beautiful," Eddie says, squeezing your knee.Â
"Dad! I was going to say that!" Roan stands up from your lap and pushes him. "You steal everything!"Â
"I do not!Â
"You do! You stole my strawberry at breakfast and you took my soda straw last night!"Â
"I did do both of those things but that doesn't mean I steal everything," Eddie says, looking up into her face happily.Â
She has fire behind her eyes, even though her lashes are still wet and clumped together from her earlier tears. Roan harrumphs at him. "You do. You stole one of my gingersnap cookiesâ"Â
"Baby, those were mine. Uncle Wayne got them for me 'cos they're my favourites and I was upset," he says, laughing.Â
"Well. Why did you let me have them?"Â
Eddie finds her hand to roll her fingers. "Because I'm good at sharing, something you never learned how to do."Â
"Don't listen, bubby," you say, tipping pretzels into your mouth. "You're a good sharer."Â
In the end, the doctor comes by and tells you to stay until the shift changes for a last set of observations. Eddie and Roan stay just past visiting hours to wait with you, Roan now firmly wedged in his lap, you with his hoodie over your shoulders. In all the chaos, he didn't remember to bring your jacket either.Â
"This is why we're getting married," you say.Â
"Why, so someone remembers to put jackets on you both?" he asks ruefully, Roan in his lap, your bag packed and ready to go at your feet.Â
"NoâŠ" You tip your head toward your shoulder a touch. "Because you've done such a good job looking after me, sweetheart. You really have. Thank you for taking care of me."Â
"I think the hospital did all the looking after," he says.Â
He tries uselessly to shove down that awful feeling again. The memory of you prone in bed with your IV and your heart monitor beeping. It felt like it was beating behind his eyes.Â
It's easier to forget now you're feeling almost one hundred percent again. Your hand at his elbow, in your nice white and blue pyjamas, content to be going home again.Â
"That's not true⊠I can't imagine how tired you are right now. If it were you in here, for three daysâŠ" Â
"Only two," he says. "Today doesn't count."Â
"It absolutely counts."Â
You pout for a kiss that Eddie eagerly gives you. He kisses you, your cheek, your ear, a line of gratitude because he doesn't care how tired he is or how hard this was. You're better. You can rest at home.Â
"I'd be a mess. Don't feel bad about the jackets or start thinking you did a bad job," you say, combing your fingers through his hair. You scoot back to look him in the eye, a ridiculous amount of fondness lining your own, your pinched brows. "You did awesome. A-plus for everything."
"It's not over," he says, stroking Roan's arm where she squirms in his lap, bored. "You're on bed rest, I don't care what the doctor says. And you're taking time off work. Promise me."Â
"Promise," you say, holding your hands up.Â
"Can I have the time off too from school?" Roan asks.Â
Her big doe eyes and her tiny frown would convince him if he hadn't already thought about it.Â
He squeezes her chubby cheeks in his palms. "You need a few days to feel better," he agrees.Â
"Really?" she asks with a gasp.Â
"Yeah, really. You've been really, really brave." He kneads her cheeks gently. "You're such a good girl. You're my brave girl."Â
"Super brave," you agree, cheek on Eddie's shoulder.Â
Roan sits back with a proud shrug, arms wrapping around her stomach. "I was a bit brave."Â
Eddie chucks her under the chin with his knuckle. You get discharged a little while later, Roan and Eddie like a small parade pushing your wheelchair. You hate the attention, complaining to the nurse lightly that you can walk to the car without falling. No one wants to hear it.Â
"You're legally required to take it easy for a few days," Eddie says. "You promised me."Â
You slump back in the chair. "Fine. Ro, come and sit in my lap, at least? This hospital is a maze, I need company while they find our way out."Â
Roan loves that idea. She sits on your knees, back to your chest, your hands around her waist like a seatbelt.Â
"Can I push her the rest of the way? I'm sure you're busy," Eddie says to the nurse. He says it so nicely, so politely, that despite his tattoos and his long hair, she doesn't put him in the 'hooligan' box as people tend to do. She hands you over. Â
Eddie waits for her to round the corner before ducking down, your backpack in the crook of his elbow, hands tightening around the wheelchair handles.Â
"Girls. You better hold on tight. I'm sick of this place and we're leaving right now."Â
"Don't you dare."Â
"All arms in the ride?" he asks, charging up his push. He takes a preparatory step back. "On three. One, twoâ"Â
"Three!" Roan shouts.Â
Eddie races you down the hallway, your nervous laughter so loud it bounces off of every wall on the way out.
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What were the reactions of the kings and Sitri when they saw female MC wearing a bridal dress?đ„č
Alrightie *cracks knuckles* let's get back into the requests yeah?
Setting the scene, where MC is trying on various dresses that the seamstresses of Hell have pitched together to make for her. She finally finds the perfect one. Open shoulders, steel-boned corset, cascading sheer material (not too long of a tail), a sweetheart neckline with detachable sleeves with floral lace, and the color of creme with notes of white and gold.
Sitri: He's not sure how to keep himself from being in awe looking at MC when he checks in on how the fitting is going. As he stares at her, his heart races, his cheeks flush, and the cup of tea in his hand trembles. "She's so breathtaking..." For once, he doesn't call her Solomon, but by her name, and she looks over, smiling softly and covering her face to shy away from his gaze. He interrupts the devils around her for a moment to come up and kiss her hands. "I can't wait to see you walk down the aisle..."
Satan: He's been watching the entire time from the start of the devils taking measurements, trying to keep himself from growling each time they got too close to her hips or breasts. Once the fitting is done, he's able to eye MC in all of her glory. She's stunning, smiling brightly at him as she twirls. He cups her chin, bringing her lips up to a kiss while stating "With you as my bride, I can defeat anyone..."
Mammon: He couldn't have asked for anything more seeing his bride in such a beautiful dress. He, of course, had many commissioned, and this suited her tastes the best. He wants to adorn MC in jewelry to match, diamonds, pearls, whatever she desires. Mammon is so full in his heart, for once he feels he couldn't want anything more when he looks at her. He barely lets the seamstresses finish, picking MC up bridal style "just to practice" for when he takes her on their honeymoon.
Beelzebub: He doesn't see MC in her dress until the ceremony, and he's lost for words. As she walks down the aisle, he feels like something he hasn't done in a long time. Love. Adoration. Devotion. He feels like now with her by his side, he should stay in Avisos and be the king his country needs. But who's to say he'll actually keep his promise, he may very well whisk his bride away during the honeymoon and never come back.
Leviathan: He can't admit it, he won't admit it. Not to her face. Compared to himself, she is the most divine, beautiful being he's laid eyes upon. It's not enough to express this in words, but he would show her on their honeymoon night. When she's basked in moonlight, embraced by his arms, forever his. All of this crosses his mind as he stares at MC in her dress, but he just silently stares as the seamstresses add their finishing touches. He would have to hold on to those feelings, at least for now.
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Okay so my genuine thoughts on the final scenes of Totk
So having Link go through the final âdungeonâ and wind up exactly where we started the game, with those rocks we ACHED to break bc it was instinct, only to get that satisfaction after EVERYTHING and to see that Zeldaâs fate was foretold millennia ago. Turning into a dragon WAS her only choice. And for good reason.
Ganondorfâs fight. WOW. That was genuinely so beautifully done. He ALSO dodges how Link does. To have Ganondorf dodge something, the entire action moving in slow motion, only to then have LINK do the same the next move?? Poetic cinema people. And the champions arriving đ„č only to then have them all fucking thrown to the side when he takes in his doubles to regain his own strength? Absolutely insane and hands down my favorite boss fight in the entirety of the Zelda series. Yeah. Thatâs how much I enjoyed it as a player.
Can we also just talk about how concerned everyone got and how they yelled his name when he was taken from the underground??
And THEN the final fight with Ganondorf swallowing a secret stone and becoming a dragon. It brings Zeldaâs sacrifice to light. She did it out of selflessness and love. He did it out of selfishness and hatred. GOD do I love characters that juxtapose each other. Zelda is a girl who was given the responsibility of a power she never wanted while Ganondorf is a megalomaniac who sought the destruction of peace because of his own selfish desires. Seeing the difference between them in that final fight as two dragons⊠it was EVERYTHING.
Zeldaâs dragon form was tiny compared to Ganondorfâs dragon form. She protects. He attacks.
Itâs so beautiful to see how Zelda, who isnât mentally awake, first instinct are to save Link. She quickly maneuvers so she can not only juke out Ganondorf, but also then save Link who was flung into the air in the process. Link clutching onto her dragon fur? Or whatever?? And understanding that while the sages are all still underground, he is not alone in the sky. Sheâs going to be by his side this entire time.
For someone who was alone the majority of the last game⊠this was so fucking emotional and beautiful to see.
Them lowkey explaining calamity Ganon by also using dragons this game was a really nice consistency touch btw I was digging how focal dragons were to the entire game this time around.
And then the final bit. That SCENE. Rauru and Sonia channeling their power through Link, who was incredibly confused before he realized what they must be doing, and got SO determined. Turning Zelda back and even getting his own hand back in the process??? Insane to see. Zelda was so so loved by Rauru and Sonia despite only spending a short amount of time with them. And that just makes my heart hurt when we consider what actually happened.
And when Link falls unconscious, which is completely logical when you think about the fight he just went through, the altitude he was at, and channeling enough magic that it reversed the effects of an all powerful secret stone???? Yo he went through a LOT!
And he wakes up, already on the alert bc man is freefallin only to then realize that Zelda is back and sheâs also falling. And sheâll hit the ground a lot sooner than he would at the rate theyâre going.
Link couldnât reach Zelda in the beginning of this entire thing. But this time? This time he not only reaches her hand, but he pulls her in close, shields her head as best as he can, and prepares them to hit the water. Once they do, he carries her out of the water. Gentle, oh so gently, laying her down and kneels over her as she begins to wake up.
And one of the first thing Zelda does as she wakes up is to take him in and looks him over to see if HEâS hurt. Just like she did in the beginning of the game. And everything click. They won. He defeated Ganondorf and she was granted the impossible by Rauru and Sonia to turn back into a human.
And Zelda IMMEDIATELY rambles on about everything. About how much has happened. How much she has to tell him.
And finally. Finally. She looks at him and smiles so fucking gently that it drives me INSANE with how much she obviously adores him, and says, âIâm home, Link. Iâm home.â
Because home is right there. Right by his side. In this Hyrule that theyâve been rebuilding together. The one they lived the past half decade ish together in a house Link bought and traveled across Hyrule no matter what the issue was. In the Hyrule where she is so beloved by everyone.
Zelda is home.
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Iâve been thinking a lot about Gwyn with self-loathing and self-esteem issues. This is different (if connected) from her Sangravah feelings of guilt and unworthiness. Fans normally associate the self-loathing with Az, but I think post-Silver Flames Gwyn will feel inadequate on how she won the Blood Rite. Nesta knocked her out and Emerie carried her to the top. Nesta âsacrificedâ her Carynthian status to defend her friends and fight Belius. Gwyn was (literally) dead weight.
For this reason, an important aspect of Gwynâs journey is to stop feeling like a âfraudâ Carynthian in comparison to her friends. In her mind, Nesta and Emerie deserve the titles more than she does (in particular itâs bullshit that Gwynâs a Carynthian when Nesta isnât). Of course her friends would think this feeling is nonsense â they donât even care about the stupid Illyrian titles, theyâre Valkyries! Gwyn was crucial in reaching Ramiel; it was a team effort to leave the Blood Rite unscathed, even if Gwyn needed her friends toward the end. But itâs human nature to wrestle with unreasonable and illogical feelings.
Itâs bad enough that Gwyn already felt like an unworthy priestess and sister â now sheâs adding Valkyrie to that list of fraudulent roles. I really think that in the Gwynriel book, the climactic battle scene will flip roles with Gwyn acting the savior. Not Az or Nesta or Emerie â only Gwyn, being badass/terrifying to save her friends and mate. Like when Nesta confronted Briallyn while Cassian was helpless under the Crownâs influence.
Re: Az, itâs interesting that they both suffer from unworthiness and self-loathing issues. I truly think they can help each other. Both can empathize what the other is feeling (even if itâs irrational), and both can vehemently disagree with that self-categorization because they see their mate so clearly. Az is a Carynthian and skilled warrior whoâs been training Gwyn for almost a year. Heâs especially qualified to assess Gwynâs talent with weapons and strategy. Even if Gwyn wonât believe herself or her friends, Azâs professional opinion will mean something to her. đ„č
Az also has stories about his own Blood Rite â I canât remember what happened with the bat boys, but I think Rhys was injured?
In ACOFAS, Cassian remembers that he âhalf-hauled Rhys up the slopes.â That makes it sound like Rhys was injured and needed help up the mountain, just like how Nesta and Emerie helped Gwyn. Rhys is the High Lord and the most powerful warrior among the three friends â itâs not a weakness to receive help from your friends to win the Blood Rite. I have a feeling Az (or maybe even Rhys himself) will share this story with Gwyn to put any fraudulent feelings to rest.
Another wrinkle is that Gwyn has to keep these feelings buried inside, letting it fester. Gwyn canât confess to priestesses or Illyrian young women who view her as a role model and a hero for winning the Blood Rite. She knows how important and symbolic her win is â Gwyn would never want to cheapen her victory by admitting her inadequacy in front of other women. The Valkyries winning the Blood Rite has an opportunity to send shockwaves through Illyrian society (tbh I think this is the plot of the next book but thatâs another post).
Gwynâs emotions are entirely understandable, but bottled-up emotions are going to explode one day. đ Iâm kinda scared to see how itâll look when she erupts, but hopefully Az will be there to talk her off a ledge. đ
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Q&A Chain of Thorns â continues!
starlightblackstairs asked: I was wondering; why did no one ever free rupert if they knew ....
of him being trapped at chiswick? đ„č it seemed like jesse knew that tatiana trapped his father there during that whole showdown scene but no one ever went back to help free rupert until julian and emma centuries later.
Because none of them did know he was trapped at Chiswick. Reread the scene â Chiswick is never mentioned.
What Lucie learned when she summoned Rupert was that he was not in the ordinary place ghosts goâ
âŠshe was all that was holding Rupert Blackthorn here on this earth. She could feel the starry void trying to pull him back, trying to fling him out of this world and into the other. It was taking every bit of her will to hang on⊠What had happened to Rupert? What binding was there on him, that was not present with other ghosts? Was it that binding that now tried to pull him away from the courtyard?
And this was confirmed by Tatiana herselfâ âYou have been bound, bound for so long, bound in the shadows where even the other dead cannot see you. Belial promised that as long as he kept you there, he could bring you back.â
Rupert was also aware that he was in an unusual situation, we see this in his conversation with Jesseâ
âIf youâre a spiritâhow was I a ghost for so many years and I never saw you?âÂ
Rupert raised a hand as if he could touch his sonâs face. âYour mother made sure of that,â he said. âBut Jesseâwe have little time.â He was right, Lucie knew. He was slipping away from her, already growing more indistinct around the edges. His fingers were turning pale, translucent, the edges like smoke.
âI was asleep,â Rupert said, âand have been awakened, but only for this moment. I died before you were ever born, my child. Yet after death, I have seen you.âÂ
âMy mother saidâyou were bound in the shadowsââ Jesse said haltingly.Â
âI could not return as a ghost on this earth,â said Rupert gently.
He was fading faster now. Lucie could see entirely through him, see the stones of the Institute, see Jesseâs stricken face. âYet I dreamed of you, even in my endless sleepâŠâ
Rupert knew he had a resting place of sorts (he says to Tatianaâ âI was drawn from my resting place by the cry of a Shadowhunter in battle. One who needed my help.â) But Rupert did not understandâor was unable to expressâthat he was specifically bound to Chiswick House. In fact, he says he is not a ghost on this earth at all.
Lucie and Jesseâs understanding was that Tatianaâwith Belialâhad done something strange to keep Rupert from fully passing over into death. In the Shadowhunter world, typically the death of a magic user would cause all their charms and spells to unravel as a natural process. (We saw this happen when Malcolm was killed in TDA, and Johnny Rook, too.) If it had been just Tatiana binding Rupert, they might have thought that would have happened, but Belial was named, too. However, once both Belial and Tatiana had been killed, there was no reason for Lucie or Jesse to think that any spell would remain to bind Rupert. They would assume that Rupert was freed by the destruction of those who had bound him. They certainly didnât know that his binding was woven in with Benedictâs complicated and equally unique house-protection spellâthat was a special case, and highly unusualâso unusual that it evaded detection for decades even when the house was searched multiple times.
Sadly, once Lucie lost her special ability to command ghosts, they lost the one remaining avenue they would have had to reach Rupert, who could not appear as a ghost voluntarily until many years later, when the binding spell was beginning to deteriorate. And remember, Lucie, Jesse and James can all see ghosts, they've all been to Chiswick, and they've never seen Rupert. They've no reason to believe that even if he was a ghost, he'd be there.
It is indeed tragic that they were not able to help Rupert sooner. They just didnât have all the information they would have needed to make that happen.
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towl spoilers below!!!!!!!!!
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late briefing but itâs here and thatâs what matters!!!!! letâs get into this episode! â€ïžâđ„
this episode was amazing. no notes. angst fuels me, so keep it coming in episode four along with some loving intimacy! đ€
michonne is the most clever, headstrong, charismatic, fearless powerhouse of a woman in the entirety of twdu. there is no situation nor circumstance that she cannot handle. no matter the time, skill, or hardship that woman is going to do whatever she fucking wants. sheâs such an admirable character, and yes this is just a fictional show but she means so much to me. tv mom forever and ever and ever. my lovebug!!!! đ«¶đŒ
rick⊠my og lovebug. his selfless, tender hearted yet courageous and dangerous personality is sooo missed recently because of these losers who love to keep playing hide the donkey. heâs been so beaten down and forced into the caged mindset, also known as stockholm syndrome. it hurts so much to see it affect him so deeply, especially in this episode. we truly get to understand just how horrified he is of losing michonne, losing judith, losing their home. itâs so layered that heâs come to the conclusion that he has to do whatever it takes to protect his wife and their children (judith for now until further notice). even going as far as pretending to break michonneâs heart just to get her to go back home for the sake of a safe and secured future. and as much as it rips his entire psyche into shreds, this man is a family man. his priority in life is to protect the ones that he loves by all means necessary.
and thank fucking HEAVENS that despite their years apart, michonne knows her husband like the back of her palm and can read him like a book!!! every word that poured out of his mouth was utter bullshit merely for safety purposes and iâm soooo glad that she understood that without even having to retaliate verbally.
she retaliated by throwing them out of a moving chopper LMAOOO đ MY GIRL, MY LEADING LADY!!!!!! CAN WE MAKE SOME NOISE FOR THE CRAZIEST CHARACTER IN THE ROOM. thank youuuuuu! i digress.
âwe needed a timeoutâ shdjshdhsjdjs well yes! please knock some sense into your traumatized husband. he needs his wife!!!
moving forward. the phones!!!! âbelieve a little bit longerâ!!!!! CARL MENTION!!!!!!??????!!!!! đšđ«šđ„șâčïžđ rick not mentioning any names for three years and never liking any drawings of his son because they could never be depicted perfectly đŁđŁđŁ try not to cry challenge [FAILED]. punching me in the gut would hurt less. still hoping for a random chandler cameo too :D
i know that what rick said was absolutely fake and futile but as a fierce michonne lover⊠HER FACE AS HE SPOKE??? if we donât see him loving on her endlessly in episode four⊠i might throw myself out of a moving helicopter.
one hundred percent positive that theyâll be pouring bisquick and making pancakes next episode. iâm sat.
thorne is a D. not an A. sheâs a piece of shit and will be dealt with eventually. michonne will handle any light work. i rest my case.
jadis is a sexual predator and a grade-A loser with a shit haircut. i almost pissed myself laughing when rick said that. heâs been waiting and so have i!!!! đ but yeah she sucks. die asap.
RICHONNE KISS IN THE WOODS AFTER BEING A POWERHOUSE COUPLE. đ„č reminded me so much of when they took those cars and drove into that herd of walkers. ugh. please put their entire love story into the louvre.
last but not least because iâm tired â unsure what beale is up to. heâs so sketchy, and also SO CONFUSED about rick supposedly having a briefing with him about being promoted?! NO. no thanks we didnât ask for him to ever be a leader nor get kidnapped in the first place!!!! scared to see what lies ahead for the next three episodes :(((((
in conclusion, michonne is the most beautiful angel to walk the earth. she looked so hot in every single scene. episode three is hands down my favorite episode yet, despite the hardship. again, angst fuels me. so excited to see whatâs in store next week, and every other week after that!!!! itâs only up from here. â€ïžâđ„âŹïž
okay thatâs it. hope everyone enjoyed the episode!!!! this is such a wild ride, and iâm happy to have my television parents back on my screen, making things happen again. đđ„
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