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Double Bind Masterpost

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Pairing: Anthony Bridgerton x fem!reader

Summary: Follow on to Endeavour. Anthony suspects you may have been seduced by another and reprimands you.

Warnings: 18+smut, minors DNI, dom/sub relationships, mean dom, jealousy, consenting-non-consent (CNC) play, deepthroat breathplay, rope bondage, whipping with a riding crop, rough vaginal sex, orgasm control, emotions, confessions.

Word Count: 5.8k

Authors Note: Here is part 4 of the Double Bind series requested by @eleanor-bradstreet where our reader finds herself back with her original dom, Anthony. Please note, everything here is very consenting; they are just playing as if it's not. If that is at all triggering for you, please do not read this. Thank you to @colettebronte for the beta read, particularly around the CNC play. Enjoy! <3

The following night you see Anthony at a gathering—a very dull musical recital just a few doors down from Bridgerton House. He accompanies you as the respectable courting partner, your gloved wrist gently resting in the crook of his arm as you circuit the room before the show.

Once the decidedly mediocre entertainment begins, he leans close to your ear.

“You have about five more minutes, then we are leaving,” he drawls quietly.

“Where are we going, my lord?” you whisper back.

“Anywhere I can fuck you,” he states plainly as you struggle not to spit out the champagne you just sipped, a dribble still escaping down your chin that you attempt to dab away discreetly. He intentionally did that—waited to drop that line when you were taking a swig.

A warm finger catches the drip and pushes it back to your mouth, his pupils dilating. “Can’t quite swallow it all; that looks familiar,” he murmurs, intentionally being utterly filthy.

“Anthony!” you admonish quietly but fiercely.

“We both know being on your knees is your favourite place after being face down over my desk,” he mutters, knowing this sort of talk always gets you breathless.

And indeed, it does. “Are those five minutes up?” you ask archly.

Wordlessly, with a bemused huff, he grabs your hand and pulls you out into the aisle, briskly walking towards the rear of the room and out of the door. He keeps marching, out of the building, into the street, making a beeline for his home less than a hundred yards away.

“Your family…?” you check as you realise where he is headed.

“All at that dreaded recital. The house shall be empty except for staff. Not that it is consequential, for we are not going into the house,” he smirks back at you.

“Where are we going?” you ask as you realise he has veered into the mews running behind his property.

“Stables,” he answers as if that explains everything.

“Why?”

“You are asking an awful lot of questions tonight,” he comments, then pauses and crowds you into a cold brick wall in the narrow dark lane. “How about you trust me and just do as you are told, you wilful little thing?” his warm breath gusts over your cheek.

Oh. It's already playtime.

“Yes, sir,” you respond instantly, and he nods and beams at you.

“Good girl,” he compliments, grabbing your chin. “Now, you will do whatever I tell you from here on out. Do you understand me?

“Yes sir,” your breath speeding up, excitement flaring low in your belly.

“I do so love you obedient,” he sighs and kisses you bruisingly, trapping you forcefully between his body and the wall. “Take off your underwear,” he commands.

“I'm not wearing any,” you stumble honestly.

He growls, “I love when you do that, behaving like a wanton whore.” He knows how aroused you get when he calls you that in play. “Show me right now; pull up your dress.”

You scramble to obey, but he quickly stills your movement. “I see people in the window of our neighbour's house. We should move on,” he offers sagely, stepping out of character and retaking your hand.

Anthony has never been one to attempt play in public; his image as Viscount so very important to maintain. And so contrasting to his younger, bohemian brother, memories of Benedict’s sinful voice talking of you crawling naked to him in front of strangers suddenly haunt you. How can they be both so very alike and so very different simultaneously? They are an addictive cocktail.

You continue down the mews until a gate leads you into a rear courtyard—this must be the back of Bridgerton House.

“Wait here,” he says curtly, disappearing into a side building. “Alright, you may come in; the coast is clear,” he calls a few moments later, and you follow.

It's the tack room for the stables. It smells of leather and brass. It’s warm and dry; the mahogany wood-panelled walls give it a cosy air.

“What are we doing in here?”

“There is all sorts of equipment in here I want to use on you,” he crows, closing the heavy door shut and bolting it. The only light in the room is a faint glow from the oil lanterns flickering on the courtyard walls outside and a shaft of moonlight splicing across the room from a high window.

Something in your heart rate spikes as your eyes adjust and look around to see saddles, bridals, whips and ropes. And in the middle of the room, a padded leather bench likely used to change into riding boots.

“Now, do as you were told before we were rudely interrupted,” he prompts, leaning on the wall and crossing his arms casually, an expectant eyebrow raised.

You grab your dress and gather the layers over your forearms until you feel the air swirling around your intimate area. He growls at the sight and is on you a millisecond later, kissing bruisingly, just the way you like. There is nothing more arousing for you than Anthony, this powerful, titled man, so very desperate and out of control just for you. He spins you around, and you are pushed into the wood panels, his hands wrenching open your dress buttons as you breathe hard.

“Open your legs wider,” he gruffs, nudging your ankles with his shoe. You do so, widening your stance to shoulder width as your dress and chemise are yanked off your shoulders. “Wider,” he instructs as your clothing drops to a pool at your feet.

You obey, kicking away your dress, standing there now in stays and silk shoes only.

“Good girl,” he compliments, pulling your hips backwards roughly, your hands reaching out to grab the wall in front on instinct. “That's it, bend over, and hold on tight,” he orders.

Your insides dance with anticipation as he drops to his knees behind you. He is usually savage with his tongue when he eats you from behind like this—pushing his whole face into your slit, into the cleft of your cheeks, very thorough in his attentions. So you are somewhat surprised when he doesn't do that. In fact, he is silent behind you for so long you almost ask what is wrong.

“What… the… fuck….is that?” he spits angrily. But it's not his play angry; it sounds worryingly close to genuine.

‘What is what?” you ask, suddenly nervous, twisting to look over your shoulder.

He jumps up to his feet and yanks you roughly back upright against him by your hair, and you squeak in shock.

“Care to explain why there are teeth marks on your inner thigh, my girl?” his voice cutting and right at your ear.

Your stomach plummets as if you have fallen from a high branch of a tree or gone over a waterfall in a barrel. Everything inside you tumbles, and your vision swims slightly.

Benedict.

It could ONLY be him—last night. You vaguely recall feeling him bite your inner thigh as he teased you. But you were so deliriously aroused you barely felt anything. Washing this morning, you did not think to look there; you just quickly bathed and went about your day.

“It cannot be, sir,” you instantly obfuscate. “It must be a mark, from I do not know what…. from my saddle, perhaps?” you offer, taking inspiration from what is right around you.

His grip on your hair slackens. You are uncertain he believes you. Something feels tender at this moment. Precarious. Like he is vulnerable to what the marks could signify but cannot handle his response in any other way but brusquely—needing the upper hand.

“I have been foolish, perhaps, in not being clear with my boundaries. So here they are. If you are with a Bridgerton, you should only be laying with a Bridgerton, do you hear me?” he lectures, unwittingly giving you a very convenient loophole.

“Yes, sir,” you answer instantly. “I shall only lay with a Bridgerton,” you reply, almost gleeful.

“Why does that appear so entertaining?” he asks cuttingly.

“It is not, sir,” you attempt to school your expression and tone, “more that your order is very… arousing for me, sir,” your response coquettish, knowing the diversionary flattery will work on him.

“You want to be owned by me?” he gusts hot in your ear, a warm hand snaking around your belly, pulling you back forcefully into his muscular frame.

“Yes, of course, sir”, you answer. “I want to wear your name with pride,” you pant gently, slipping into your submissive role with practised ease.

“I will brand your bottom with the family crest,” he snarls, the possessive rhetoric notching up significantly.

You goad him with a challenging look over your shoulder and roll your hips, catching your bottom on the growing hardness in the front of his trousers, knowing it will spur some kind of response.

“You wanton little whore, rubbing yourself on me like some animal in heat just because I offer to brand you with my name,” he rumbles, enjoying your tactics, grabbing your chin and making you look at him as he leans forward over your shoulder. “I should tie you up and whip you to make you obey me,” he declares, staring into your eyes.

You suddenly know why he has brought you here, to this room—to try some more advanced punishment. The fact there is now the added dimension of his suspicion makes it feel even more charged, like the static before a storm. You can't seem to look away from his turbulent mien, knowing tonight will be something new and exciting. You can feel butterflies against your ribs as he speaks again.

“You would just hate that, wouldn't you?” he smirks, and you intuit what he wants.

This is a power play to make you remember who is in charge, a way to brand you as his symbolically, not physically. By making you pretend you don’t want this as much as you do. Achingly so.

“You want to play that game?” you check quietly, ensuring what you think is happening is true.

“You are so very observant, my smart girl,” he whispers flatteringly, and you know exactly what to do next.

“Sir, please don’t,” you play up, voice getting louder, twisting to catch his eye and winking, letting him know your reticence is all for the scene.

“Who said you have any say in what happens?” he chuckles darkly, his hold tightening as he roughly strips your stays from your body so you are completely naked.

This. You perhaps shouldn’t want this, but by god, you do—a little twisted role play. Elation ripples through your body. Somehow you know you both need this today. Anthony to process his suspicions about the bitemark. You, cathartic release of the guilt you carry about your tryst with Benedict. Perhaps it's a dangerous path to walk; you know you are likely playing with fire, but with Anthony, by god, it's nothing but excitement. Mutually assured destruction can seem so appealing behind glowing brown eyes and sharp cheekbones.

“Please, sir, no!” you ratchet up your theatrics, struggling slightly in his hold as he spins you around to face him.

“Shut up!” he grouses and pushes you down to your knees with a firm grip on your hair. “Now, if you don't keep quiet, I will find a way to silence you,” he warns, yanking your head back so you look up at him.

And you know what is coming, your thighs rubbing together almost gleefully at the prospect. Your insides roil excitedly at the idea of him using you, rough and rugged, as you pretend it is against your will. Trust Anthony to take you to the edge of your needs, push your envelope and make you crave him. This is why you can’t resist him. He knows how to give you things you never knew you needed but want so much your blood sings—makes you ache for him, addicted to him like no one else.

You stay on your knees, panting lightly with anticipation as he walks away briefly, his boots seeming to clatter much louder as he returns. He yanks your hands behind your back, and you feel a thin rope wrapping around your wrists.

“You know your safety word and action,” he leans over and mutters in your ear, and you nod, twisting to meet his eye. Confirming that today no won't mean stop; only that word or gesture will.

“No sir, please, no god, I’m sorry; please don't tie me up,” you act up.

He laughs menacingly and keeps looping the rope, tying it off with what feels like a bow. Then a hand grabs your jaw.

“Too late for that; open your mouth,” he commands gruffly.

You instantly obey as two fingers slide thickly over your tongue. They taste of ink, smokey cigars and the tang of money, all Anthony.

“Now I know a certain way to stop this little mouth from being so insolent,” he states, casually pinching your tongue before pulling out his fingers.

“No sir, please, please don’t,” you volley back, a flash in your eyes as you lick your lips, your gaze falling to the tented shape in his trousers as he roughly unbuttons them.

His cock springs free, and you feel a frisson over your skin as you drink in the sight of it, already rigid and leaking. Without preamble, he grabs the back of your head; you can barely take a steadying breath before he pushes into you, hot over your tongue, not gentle in using you, nudging towards the back of your mouth. His cock is always so surprising in size, especially when he does this, showing you no mercy. Gripping your hair and starting a rhythm that pushes deeper on every stroke until he holds your nose pressed up to his body, filling your throat. You want to cough, speak, do anything, but he holds steady, his scent so potent.

With your hands tied as they are, you have no control over how he uses you, but you are determined not to give you safety action, to take the punishment he wants to meter out. Your clit throbs as your lungs burn for air—heady and intoxicating. Still, he does not allow you reprieve.

“Look up at me.” You tilt your eyes up as water gathers at the corner of your lashes. His thumb swipes through them. “Finally, she is silent and obedient,” he chuckles richly, his cock vibrating in your throat, “and looking so pretty on her knees, taking all of me.”

He pulls halfway out, and you inhale sharply before he pushes back in with a groan, and you are again unable to breathe. You want this so much your thighs dampen, and you look back up at him with wide, pleading eyes, playing the part of the victim you most definitely are not.

“Take it,” he stutters gruffly as you feel your throat convulse slightly, wanting to gag. “Stay down,” he orders, crushing your face into his body, his balls against your chin. You feel a pulse in his cock and then a sour tang, that little salty bead of pre-cum sliding down your gullet.

Just as you begin to struggle for air and feel woozy light-headedness, he pulls out entirely, ropes of saliva webbing from your mouth to his glistening tip as you gasp deeply, your throat burning.

“Get on your hands and knees and crawl to that bench,” he grits out, and you do as told, taking a few crawled paces to the padded leather bench in the middle of the room as he loosely refastens his trousers. Your deep wracking breathing sounds so loud, even in the wood-panelled room, as he tells you to climb up and straddle it face down.

“If you move an inch or make a noise, this will be much worse for you,” he threatens.“You will be whipped, and then you will take my cock. Maybe then you will finally remember who you belong to.”

“Please, sir, no,” your protesting murmur is weak and raspy as your throat recovers, but you turn slightly to meet his gaze challengingly, eyes blazing. You had better fuck me so hard, you mouth silently at him.

He twists his face into a bemused pout. I will, you wilful little one, he mouths back.

“Now, do I need to tie you to the bench, too?” he warns, but you get no chance to challenge it as, almost instantly, more rope loops around your back and under the bench you lay on.

Fire flares in your belly; he has never tied you down so wholly. You cannot wiggle free of this; you are entirely at his mercy. The leather sticks slightly to your heated cheek as a hand spanks a glancing blow onto your left bottom cheek, and you groan and push your hips down into the padded leather. Everywhere between your legs tingles, aches even, and feels hot, getting off on the thrill of submitting to his will, the utter commanding way he handles you. You need him to put his mark on you. To make it bigger, better than his brother’s.

“Make it hurt,” you sigh, barely a breath. But you know he hears it from the sharp inhale he makes.

You look back at him pleadingly. It could be the look of a captive pleading for mercy from their captor; it could be the look of a willing participant in a provocative game, conveying just how much they want this. Indeed, it’s both, so many layers swirling in this erotically charged moment.

“My girl, you will feel it and remember tonight,” his voice a low forewarning.

You twist to watch Anthony walk away and snag a riding crop from the selection hanging on nearby hooks, heart speeding up as he walks near your head, brandishing the implement. The cool leather tongue brushes the nape of your neck. He traces it slowly, achingly so, down the length of your spine to where your bound hands lay. Your body shivers in response, and he chuckles, seemingly delighted at how he can elicit such reactions from you.

He leans low over your back, the crop raising from your skin. “Now you can't run and get help; no one is coming to rescue you from me,” he growls. Something in the tone suggests bitter experience.

There is a faint, almost whistling sound in the air then you feel a sting lashing across your left buttock. The strength of this first blow is sharp, taking you by surprise, and you yelp in response.

“Be quiet!” he orders roughly, grabbing your hair. “Or do I need to gag you as well?”

“Please, sir, don't,” your lips plead while your mind hopes he might. You enjoy it when he gags you, especially with his cravat, as he did just a few days ago during your last encounter at Aubrey Hall. That fateful night you physically bumped into his younger brother.

Anthony releases your hair as Benedict's voice and face fill your mind. A similar blow to your right bottom cheek brings you back into the room, and you groan loudly, grinding against the bench, feeling the rope around your waist resisting your movements. He is pacing around you in a circle, his footsteps echoing up the walls; you pant in anticipation, trying to crane your head to track his movements.

The crop tickles your open, bound hand, then traces up the inside of your arm, so ticklish you try to tamp down a giggle. Then you gasp as he flicks the crop on your upper arm across the flesh of your muscle there. The leather tongue drags back down to your hands, then swaps to the other, tracing up your arm in that prickly way until, again, there is a flick to the other bicep. You sense it's coming but still whimper slightly at the lick.

It's a guessing game about what he will do next. These flicks on your arms have been light, not like the force he used on your bottom, but enough to sting and keep you on your toes.

“I do so enjoy the slight of you bound,” he hums, almost absent-minded, as the crop trails back down your arm over your hands, your fingertips and onto your lower spine.

“Please, sir, don’t hurt me,” you play up, panting with anticipation about where he might strike next.

“What part of ‘be quiet’ are you not understanding?” he utters through clenched teeth; it’s all the warning you get before the crop reigns a sharp blow onto the back of your thigh, right below where it meets your bottom.

You hiss and writhe as the crop insinuates between your legs, encouraging them further apart.

“If you keep talking, I will crop you right here,” he cautions, running the smooth leather tab over your labia. You fold your lower lip into your mouth to censor any response you might have. “Good girl,” he intones, and the crop is gone.

You are almost relaxing into the soft bench when he strikes a lick onto your ribs, it's not hard, but it takes you by surprise; your yelp is instinctual. Then with an almost predatory gleam in his normally beguiling eyes, he rains little blows across your back. Short, sharp lashes that sting, not hurting but not pleasant. You flinch at every blow but feel a paradoxical sense of relief with each one, the discomfort as cleansing as it is arousing.

It's when the crop disappears between your thighs that you tense slightly. But he does not flick it against your pussy; he holds it over the spot you assume are the teeth marks, his breathing uneven. Then with a determined glint, he lashes the area hard, and you feel redness instantly bloom there as you cry out. He has done exactly what you wanted; he has covered up Benedict's mark on you with one of his own, bigger, better, bolder—so very Anthony. It almost feels akin to a twisted game of one-upmanship you will wear on your skin for a few days.

Then he flicks little marks on the back of your thighs and buttocks. Again each one feels like absolution and a step higher towards a blissful state where you float outside your body, utterly pliant to his demands and treatment.

“Stay with me,” he dictates.

He senses you slipping into a subspace but wants you alert and responsive to every move he makes.

“Who do you belong to?” his question is a bark.

“You.” It's a reflex.

“And only me, do you understand me? I will not share,” he grits out.

“Yes sir,” you slur as the crop makes one last resounding blow on your cheek, so forceful you scream.

There is a clatter as the crop falls to the ground, and he is tearing off his clothing as you watch covetously and panting with anticipation, your skin burning hot in the places he has cropped you.

“No sir, please don’t take me,” you fib with a small smile, catching sight of his delicious, engorged cock as he strips.

“Oh, but you are mine to take,” he laughs menacingly as he rounds behind you, kneeling on the floor where he lines up to enter you.

With a grunt from him and a cry from you, he plunges into your body; the stretching invasion always steals your breath. The artifice of the game you have been playing falls away as you sigh his name and murmur for him to please take you hard, wanting him to fuck all the guilt out of you.

And he does what you need. He shows no mercy as he grasps the rope around your back in his fist so it digs into the sensitive flesh of your sides and begins a punishing rhythm. Thrusting with such force, your whole body rolls, the bench squeaking in protest. You struggle to form thoughts and just quieten your mind, lean into the intensity of it—allowing your body to be used, taken, finding pleasure in your passivity.

His hand spanks a glancing blow over your left cheek that he has left flecked with crop marks, and you squeal at the layering of this sharp pang over the dull throb from his earlier discipline.

“Keep quiet,” he hisses, leaning over your back and biting the nape of your neck. His incisors grabbing flesh and pulling, a pinching searing pang you know will mean teeth marks and wearing scarves to cover up until they fade.

You are shocked at how fast your body is hurtling towards a climax, your clit squashed into the rounded end of the bench as he fucks into you. You start to pant little noises and writhe in your bindings, your wrists still in the small of your back, starting to feel pins and needles as your movement causes the rope to dig in harder.

“You are so very close,” he observes, suddenly holding still, buried deep inside you. “That will not do,” his tone almost disappointed, “do not come yet”.

You fight the urge, your pussy squeezed tight around him, fighting the little convulsions you feel, every inch of his cock engraving on your walls like he is leaving his imprint inside you.

“I mean it,” he warns, “you will not come until I permit it.”

“Yes sir,” you croak, gusting hot breaths into the bench and trying to calm your body. To stave off your orgasm until he allows it.

Then there are fingers resting on your clit, and you inhale sharply, twisting in your binding to look at him over your shoulder, something wild in his manner, his eyes glittering.

“No,” he says firmly as he teases your bud with expertise, edging you but refusing permission to let you break.

“This is not fair,” you groan, puffing hard as he begins to fuck you again, this time with an unhurried rhythm, withdrawing then surging in as his fingertips expertly hook under your hood to massage your engorged little nub.

“Fair is not my concern,” he dismisses, “what is my concern is demanding your utter obedience.”

Every ounce of your body is aflame, the tension of holding to a precipice as each welt on your body throbs in sympatico with your clit.

“Please,” you mumble, unsure you can stem the tide building; obey his rules.

His grip on your bum tightens as he spears into you roughly, making you grunt as your whole body rocks with the force. Boring into you now, unforgiving in his mounting of you, he once again wraps the rope that lashes you down around his knuckles, ensuring you gasp at the harsh binding, the rough fibres repeatedly rubbing until small welts appear.

He is setting an almost punishing pace, ploughing into your body repeatedly as you listen to his panting breaths, desperate for his consent to release all the tension, almost an unbearable weight.

He spanks your right cheek for good measure. You moan, and the pleasure-pain that blossoms makes your break impossible to fight anymore. Your eyes screw shut as his fingers slide over your sensitive bud, the grip of his spanking hand now banded around the crest of your hipbone, strong enough to leave more marks on your delicate flesh.

“You may,” he pants, perhaps sensing the inevitable.

You call his name and bury your nose into the bench, your teeth snarling and biting against the leather as your body, denied over and over, finally relents, your pussy palpitating around him so harshly you almost propel him from your body. Each synapse firing so hard your mind blanks out, a snapping of something inside that is your tether to reality. Then you are floating, somewhere far away, on a cloud of throbbing skin and pumping heartbeats, the pain transmogrifying into something beautiful, like amnesty, appeasement, peace.

You are barely cognisant as he rapidly withdraws from your body with a shout, spilling his seed onto your aching cheeks, the splash of it somehow both stinging and soothing the ache, bringing you back into the room as he slumps over your back, head between your shoulder blades.

For a few moments, there is nothing but the joint sound of your laboured breathing and the creek of the rope as you shift lightly under his weight.

“That was… truly something else,” he pants, drawing upright to untie your body and wrists delicately.

“It really was,” you agree, as he rubs the sore spots on your wrists from the chafe of the rope.

“Thank you. For giving me your trust like that,” Anthony says quietly, sincerely. “It is a rare thing to play like this…. Very rare indeed.”

He looks so thoughtful you don't know what to say in response. “Any time, Anthony. It was a very cathartic experience for me,” you admit honestly. “Something so freeing about playing that role for you,” you clarify before he asks what you mean, Benedict’s face flashing in your mind, guilt flooding your heart.

He jumps up, gathers a padded blanket from a hook, and lays it on the ground, pulling you into an embrace atop it. You settle into his arms, allowing your body to feel soothed by his idle, gentle strokes as he speaks again.

“I have come to realise that you are chasing challenging experiences. And my darling girl, I always want to be the one, the only one, worthy and able to do that, to challenge you in all the ways you may need,” he offers as he nuzzles your temple, dropping a light kiss there.

“That's so funny; Benedict was just saying the same last night,” you giggle lightly, your idle tongue running away from you in your post-orgasmic haze.

“You talk to my brother about such matters?” He freezes and sounds strange as he says it, and instantly you wince inside but try not to let it show.

“Sometimes he and I talk. Of you and I, our compatibility, our courtship,” you attempt breezy nonchalance, gesturing into the air. “We bumped into each other at the Trowbridge Ball, and perhaps I had too much champagne,” you offer, relieved that partial truths and alcohol may explain how you came to talk of such matters with his brother.

“But you said this was last night?” Anthony argues, slowly twisting and sitting up away from you. “And the Trowbridge Ball was two nights ago. I should know; I was not well that day.”

Bile rises in your throat. You try not to let your panic show on your face, but you suspect your acting skills may be somewhat lacking. “Oh, of course, I… I am mixing up my days. The season is such a whirl, is it not?” You overshoot, mugging a smile too large and too brittle, clutching at proverbial straws.

You sit up and instinctively grab your chemise to cover yourself up, feeling the need for a physical layer of protection, your skin registering a cold draft that breezes along the floor, making you shiver. There is a few moments of silence where you curl your lip under your teeth. Scared, you will slip up more, knowing Anthony is too smart not to see it.

“I thought I warned you to stay away from him,” he intones, his voice going low.

“Come on, Anthony. He is your family; why would I not talk to your family? To the outside world, at least, we are courting.” You try to appeal to his logical side.

“Do you converse with Colin? Do you talk such intimate things with him?” He bristles, and you stay silent. Knowing what he points out is true. You have barely spoken more than five words to Colin, all mundane. “Yes. As I thought,” he adds, more than a little bitter. “And I find it strange that I went to call on you yesterday afternoon to apologise for being unable to accompany you to the ball, only to be told you were not home. That you were, in fact, receiving art lessons from my brother. Indeed, your family valet seemed most perplexed that I was not aware, seeing as I had apparently arranged the whole thing.”

Oh god.

He knows.

He knows something is happening between you and Benedict. And he has kept it in until now. Again you are tumbling over that waterfall. Suddenly, so much of tonight takes on more nuance than you could possibly have imagined: the desperation, the possessiveness, the want to tie you down and punish you hard, the now-weighted phrase that no one is coming to rescue you. Part of you wants to run away, be sick to your stomach, but part of you wants to stay and fight.

“Anthony…” you appeal, not knowing what else to say.

“Don't,” he chides, and you feel him building up his walls, brick by brick, cutting you off. “But thank you for confirming what I didn't want to know. You may leave,” he adds bitterly, and you can see untold hurt in his eyes.

You can see that trying to reason with him is a lost cause at this moment. So silently, you pull your stays on loosely over your chemise and then your dress, the initial panic giving way to a melancholy sinking into your bones about how he is closing himself off. You slip out of the stable door and don't allow yourself the luxury of a glance back, or even a tear, as you walk the few hundred yards back to the recital venue and your awaiting carriage.

You suspect that were it any other man, Anthony would not be so very agitated—his younger brother very much his Achilles heel, right from that first warning at Aubrey Hall. Perhaps he sees something in you that is a kindred spirit to Benedict more than to himself and fears the choice you may make. Little does he know, you crave them equally and more than ever, even as you feel uncertain about where you stand with either brother now. Both knowing of your dalliance with the other, and neither happy about it—precisely what you didn't want. In hindsight, it was never going to be easy playing off both brothers. But you never expected Anthony’s reaction to be so emotional, the hidden depths he keeps so well concealed under the mask of responsibility.

And things are about to get even more complicated when Benedict sees what Anthony has done….

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itsgxsly · 1 year

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back to you | part 2

Pairing: pierre gasly x reader

Summary: You didn't think you could hate the same man you loved. But Pierre had achieved just that, and now he has to do whatever it takes to make you forgive him, and maybe to make you fall in love again.

word count: 1,9k

warnings: none

March 2022, Bahrain

The smell of petrol and rubber and the noise of the Paddock greeted you as soon as you passed through the security at the entrance. The smell that had sometimes been so unpleasant to you at that moment felt like a return home. You had missed the races in the last six months.

A few days after that fateful night that you had preferred to forget, Formula 1 had returned to its heyday after the summer break ended. Originally you had planned to accompany Carlos to some more races, but after what had happened with Pierre, you didn't feel good enough to see him smiling again as if nothing had happened. Your brother, being the overprotective brother that he was, was quick to question you to find out the reason for your sudden change of plan. With no choice but omiting some detail that you were sure he didn't need to know, you told him what had happened after the party until Pierre had left you in the morning.

You swore that if you hadn't made Carlos promise that he wouldn't kill Pierre or cause a scandal, he would have caught a plane to Milan right then and there to assassinate the Frenchman.

For the remainder of the 2021 season, Carlos maintained his formal relationship with Pierre as you had requested, although he was about to drop the formality when he saw the sad look on your face when you saw Pierre again in Abu Dhabi when you went to support the Ferrari guys in the final race.

Now, while you were walking next to your brother and Isa through the Paddock of the Bahrain circuit, you couldn't help but feel that the new season would bring you quite a stir.

In the distance you saw a figure dressed in red waiting in the Ferrari garage. You couldn't help but jump with excitement when you recognized your brother's teammate. In the last few months your friendship with Charles had grown and he had become a close support for you. Apart from the fact that he was going to share a garage with your brother for another year, your relationship with Charles was also related to Pierre, since your brother had not been able to avoid complaining to the Monegasque about what Pierre had done to you and Charles had agreed that you didn't deserve it, even scolding Pierre for it.

"Charles!" You yelled his name as you moved closer to hug him. The Monegasque hugged you back with the same emotion.

"How are you, little Sainz? I have missed you during the holidays” the nickname he had given you came naturally from his lips.

"I'm sorry I didn't text you, I needed some time with the family" and far from everything that reminds you of Pierre, you thought, although you didn't even need to say it out loud.

"Don't worry"

Your conversation was interrupted by another voice with a strong Spanish accent.

"We haven't even started the season and you already have a preference for my sister over your teammate" Carlos spoke while he put a hand to his heart dramatizing.

Both boys in red greeted each other and the conversation continued. At one point, you noticed Charles move a little closer to you while you were talking, but you didn't give it any importance. Clearly, you had not noticed the French driver who was watching you intently from the other side of the Paddock. Charles knew his friend and knew that under the look of indifference, that gesture had made him jealous. Honestly, Charles wouldn't say that he was looking for any relationship with you, but he had no problem getting a little closer to the beautiful girl to make his friend a little jealous.

A while later, the boys had to go off for their pre-race routines. You and Isa placed yourself in the hospitality of Ferrari after wishing them good luck, ready for whatever happened.

Although none expected the wonderful end of the first weekend of the new season.

A Ferrari double podium. Charles winning and Carlos following him in second place.

You and Isa ran to the fence with the rest of the Ferrari mechanics to wait for the boys to get out of the car to congratulate them. The first one you hugged was your brother, shouting into his ear in Spanish how proud you were of him. Then came Charles, who you had to shake a couple of times to convince him that he had won before hugging him.

You could see from below the two boys in red receiving their respective awards and celebrating with the champagne, but when you got distracted for a second from all the hubbub, your eyes met a pair of blue eyes that had been haunting you for a few months. You looked away quickly, but you couldn't help the strange feeling in your chest when you saw Pierre again after so long.

On the other hand, Pierre also couldn't help the feeling in his body seeing you there. Even though he had checked your social media a couple of times during the break to see you, nothing compared to seeing you again in person. The feeling in his body turned to annoyance as you looked away from him to look at Charles, who was already preparing to step down from the podium. He had no right to be jealous because it was his fault that you walked away, but he couldn't help it.

He needed to talk to you.

And his moment came from him when he saw you alone waiting alone in the Ferrari garage.

You were waiting for Carlos and Isa so that you could return to the hotel and prepare for the party that would be held in honor of the winners. Suddenly, you noticed taps on your shoulder that made you turn a little scared for having been distracted. Your fear turned into pure annoyance when you saw who was in front of you.

"I'm sorry to scare you" it was the first time you heard him speak again since that party.

"What are you doing here, Pierre?" you didn't hide your dislike for him in the tone of your voice. And clearly he noticed.

"I just wanted to stop by and say hello, I haven't seen you here for a while" I try to sound casual.

It seemed unbelievable to you that he was acting as if nothing had happened. Not even an apology. He was talking to you like it wasn't his fault that you hadn't been in a race since last year.

"is seriously?" you wanted to end the conversation right now, but the anger won you.

"What?" Pierre knew you were angry, but at that moment the image of you talking to Charles came back to his mind, so he preferred to play crazy and tighten your temper.

"What? Is that what you have to say? You left me stranded, gilipollas. And you didn't even bother to apologize. Why the fuck are you approaching me now? Is it funny or something?" even though you wanted to cry, it felt good to throw everything you thought into his face.

“y/n…” Pierre couldn't finish the sentence before being interrupted.

"Everything is alright?" You sighed gratefully to heaven when you heard Charles's voice behind you.

The Monegasque had noticed that something was wrong the second he saw you with Pierre.

"Yes, we were just talking" you answered for both of us, although Pierre still didn't want to end the conversation, but he knew he couldn't say anything more when he saw you approach Charles almost as if seeking comfort from him. It made him feel bad about himself, made him want to be the one you sought comfort from.

“Well, I'm glad you guys are catching up, but Carlos is looking for you, y/n” With that, you set off to find your brother with Charles by your side.

"Bye mate, see you later" Charles said to Pierre, who only nodded curtly.

And actually, you met again later.

You felt like you had gone back to those summer break parties the year before while you were dancing in the club.

It was full of team members and almost all the drivers celebrating the start of the season. You had drunk a few drinks and were going for another one when a hand on your waist caught your attention.

"Hi, little Sainz!" Charles's scream made you laugh.

"Hi, Charles" you greeted him moving closer to him to speak.

“You know, I was coming to talk to you, but now I have a much better idea. Don't turn around, but Pierre is looking at me as if he wanted to sink me underground” you didn't pay much attention to him and you turned secretly, only to see Pierre's gaze already fixed on you.

"Do you want to tease him a bit?" Charles's playful smile was enough to convince you.

"Lead the way, Leclerc" you smiled at him the same.

Charles dragged you to the dance floor and brought your body closer to his holding you by the waist. You wrapped your arms around his neck as you began to move in tandem. You were having too much fun with Charles, but your head couldn't stop you from turning slightly to see if Pierre was watching. And of course he was. The deep look he was giving you almost gave you chills.

Maybe it was the alcohol again that led you to separate from Charles apologizing about going to the bathroom.

You knew that the Frenchman was following you and you confirmed your suspicion when someone grabbed your arm and took you to a fairly secluded area.

“Are you having a good time, mon ange?” His sarcastic tone and his voice so close to you made you shudder slightly.

"Very good. Until you interrupted me. If you don't mind, I'd like to get back together with Charles” You knew you were playing with fire by making him jealous, but alcohol made you a little braver and he deserved it.

"Mon ange, you and I know that you are not interested in him" his French accent sounded arrogant.

“You are the one that doesn't interest me, Gasly. So get lost” you tried to walk past him to leave, but he grabbed your arm again and this time he brought you closer to him preventing you from moving. The sudden closeness left you momentarily speechless.

“I don't care if you go back to him right now. Because I promise you that before the summer break you will return to me, amour. I don't care if I have to drag myself through it”his words were a mixture between an affirmation and a plea.

“Sounds like a challenge, Gasly. You seem very sure of yourself” you laughed at him.

“It is not a challenge, it is a promise. So get used to the idea that you're not going to get rid of me anytime soon. I'm going to get you to forgive me” Pierre was too drunk and it had given him the courage to say all this and leave his pride behind him.

"I can't wait to see you try it, Pierre" and after pronouncing his name a few inches from him, you walked away again back to the club.

Pierre couldn't wait for you to say his name like that again. And he was going to have to work hard to get it.

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liauditore · 8 months

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For the ship bingo, perhaps ethubs or boatboys?

sorry it took so long to get to this i got so excited someone asked me to talk abt ethubs i went into a coma 😭😭

Ethubs

um uhh umerm ethubs yeah etho and bdubs and last life and mindcrack UHCs and eyah yknow um yeah

you know that one post that's like "inside my head is a five page essay with footnotes and when i speak it's just ouhghh blorbo he is so shaped". that's me with ethubs. not even kidding ethubs is the ship that made me finally "get" shipping in general, mcyt or not. i. words. i care them.

and uh there's. not rlly anything i can say i think that my ethubs moots haven't already said? They've been friends forever, they play off eachother super well, "he loves me", they're both so obsessed and in need of eachother but at the same time would rather eat raw, unpicked cactus than admit that, etc etc they're so unwell

im just gonna skip on over to the song lyrics bit cus i. they make my brain short circuit i cant even sentences.

The scarlet summer is gone and peaceful gray is draping the city Alone, I reach out for you to hold me tight, shivering Always the days spent with you warmed my heart and kept me from freezing Although I knew they were gone forever But in my pain, to me you came like the warmest breeze "On nights so cold I know you need some company."

Though only in lonely and freezing times, we held each other close to keep from feeling hopeless nothings And now again I can see summer fast approaching like a storm that there's no stopping Repeating in a cycle Like our mistakes

My love for you is endless, just like the deepest sea And like the ocean blue your complications speak to me I've come to understand you, your parts and inner workings My sun only in winter Only when I need you or else you won't need me

Leave you in Summer, Yet You're In My Fluffthoughts (Ashe translyrics) (sidenote this might be one of my favourite music videos of all time)

Falling so deeply while clinging to love But even so, I feel my heart and it’s floating up above Your true face, such a passionate one, shows your beauty, coming in a flood True, all of our short-lived youth will someday come to end Ah, even so, in my view, it starts right now, yet again

And every day, I found I prayed for you to be always full of happiness that remains Ah, just like this, please wait right by my side, please stay

Tablet (Will Stetson / sayriris translyrics) (after watching LL the first thing i did was make a MV to this song with LL Bdubs and it was still the most insane thing ive ever done fuelled by pure gargoyle inspiration juice)

I wouldn't say they're ~~Divorced~~ quite yet cus Idk if they were ever really married as much as just plain endlessly obsessed with eachother, which they still are. But they definitely broke up lmao

but yeah uh their chemistry is great. bdubs said it best. they've been thru the trenches together.

Boat Boys

Thankfully much less thoughts about these two or else this post would get way too long lmao. I like them but I'm not too insane about them I guess? Etho's very awkward near people he isn't used to which was fun to watch but made their interactions kind of limited for a lot of DL I feel.

Joel's obsession with Etho is hilarious and seeing Bdubs get jealous of his #1 ethogirl status getting challenged is great fun. He's definitely gone through a bit of an arc from "I KILLED ETHO! I KILLED ETHO!!" in Last Life to "Eefo D:< You're making me nervous, eefo D:<" in Double Life to whatever the cow divorce situation was in Limlife. It seems like Etho's otherworldly status has been nerfed in his head and he's much less intimidated by him, while still admiring him in that 'childhood hero' sorta way.

I think because of that I've always seen them a little bit as more of a mentor/prodigy relationship than anything else? Specifically one that Etho is not even aware he's in. Eitherway, I don't really ship them in the romantic sense 🤷‍♂️ etho's just way too aloof and joel's got too much fangirl energy for it to be anything intimate lol

#asks #ask games #trafficshipping #ethubs #smalletho #i love joel smallishbeans have i mentioned i love joel smallishbeans #but yeah i would have so much more ethubs art if i wasn't such a perfectionist abt them </3 #they drive me insane

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openminded-freak · 1 year

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just saw the post about welcome home writing requests, and I'll be adoring one!

The request on my part, is wally darling dealing with s/o who had traumatic times with trusting people. Im just curious since I've seen other people write about s/o being touch-starved, so i wanted to test it!

Hope this is alright for you for a writing topic!

Wally Darling x Anxious!Reader

Word count: 711

When you had first moved into the neighborhood, you were a bit freaked out if you were being honest with yourself. It was so different. The people were so different. They had welcomed you with smiles on their faces and arms, and hearts, wide open. It was a nice change, but it made you anxious. What if you didn't live up their expectations? What if they didn't like you?

You tried to bond with them anyway. You always went to whatever activity they invited you to, from their neighborhood picnics to Sally's productions. You were always a bit anxious no matter what it is, everyone could tell, but your neighbors tried their best to put you at ease.

However, Wally noticed more than just your apparent social anxiety. You'd flinch whenever Julie would run up to you and try to wrap you in a hug, and seemed to cringe whenever the neighbors got excitable and raised their voices. Loud, sudden noises made you jump, like slammed doors or something falling and hitting the ground with a "Bang!"

Whenever he noticed your fright, he'd be there at your side with his usual smile. He had a variety of ways to keep you calm, like holding your pinkie with his to keep you grounded, or talking to you with a quiet, calm voice. You got used to him somehow appearing whenever you needed him, and the two of you became close.

When you woke up in a cold sweat from another nightmare, the first person you called was Wally. You knew he'd answer.

"Oh, hello Neighbor.. What's wrong? Another bad dream? That's no good.. I'm on my way," and with that, he'd hang up and be at your house in minutes.

He always found a way to get you back to sleep. Sometimes he'd read a book aloud and his voice would lure you to sleep, or he'd sing sweet lullabies while holding your hand.

He was always there for you, day or night, so it wasn't a surprise when you found yourself falling.

You noticed how you've started to blush whenever his hand touches yours, or how his intense eye contact made your face hot until you'd avert your gaze. You always caught yourself daydreaming about him whenever he was away. You were developing a crush on him and and you knew it.

Wally noticed the small changes in your behavior. How could he not? He's observed you since you moved here and made it his business to know all that he could about you. He just didn't know the reason why. Was his friend falling ill? That would explain the redness in your face, at least. He decided to ask about it the next time you were together.

You were out taking a walk together when he took the opportunity. "Neighbor..? I'd like to ask you something."

"Hm?" You hummed, avoiding his intense stare yet again by looking ahead of you.

"Are you alright? You've been acting differently this past week.." Wally gently grabbed your hand while speaking.

Your brain short-circuited for a moment. Not only did he notice your behavior and asked about it, but he's holding your hand. This little man has to know what he's doing (he doesn't).

After a moment, you recollected your thoughts. "O-Oh, yes, um.. I'm fine hahaa.." you laughed it off, awkwardly.

"Are you sure? You know you can tell me anything, Neighbor.." He assured you. Your cheeks flushed a little more before you cleared your throut and met his gaze before looking away again.

"Well.. there is something.. I like you, Wally. A lot. You've been here for me every time I needed you and you've become someone I can depend on. It's been a while since I've had someone like that.." You confessed. Everything was a quiet for a moment before he responded.

"Oh, is that it? You didn't have to hide that from me, Neighbor.. The feeling is mutual.." With that statement, he kissed the hand he was holding (it wasn't exactly a kiss, he just held it against his mouth and said "mwah").

Your face went red, and you could feel your heart doing somersaults. You smiled and intertwined your fingers with his as you both continued walking.

"I'm glad.."

A/N: This isn't reallg what you requested but it was the best I could do ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯. It's hard to write for someone with trust issues when I don't really struggle with that so I had to go with the next best thing. I hope you enjoyed it regardless, sorry!

#wally darling x reader #wally darling #welcome home fandom #welcome home puppet show #x reader #comfort #fluff #fanfiction #anxiety

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neonfuturelove · 2 years

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Battle of the Exes; DR3

Part 1: Two Years On//Part 2: Two Years Ago//Part 3: Battle of the Exes

Pairing: Daniel Ricciardo x you

Summary: learning to navigate your feelings and friendship with Dan back on the scene... a tad more lighthearted!

Warnings: swearing/mentions of alcohol

Word count: 3.9k

A/N: thank you for 50 followers from only two pieces of writing so far, my gOSH. I'm excited to read your thoughts to how this could go hehee

The music through your headphones pumped an extra shot of motivation through your body, you always liked to sing along as best as you could as you ran the beauty being that you couldn’t hear whatever the exhausted noise actually sounded like coming out of your mouth. The view along the beach front made it a slightly more enjoyable experience, the air not too warm at this hour of the morning and only a few other jogging fanatics littered the streets you ran. Slowing, you leant against a wall, your chest rising and falling as you attempted to control your breathing closing your eyes deliberating whether to give up and walk the rest of your way home.

It had been two days since Tommy’s party and your first run-in with Daniel since your break-up – or dumping, rather – but you had managed to leave unscathed. He'd seemingly taken the hint and had politely left you alone the rest of the night, only suffering a few small glances intermittently and you felt tense no matter how much more gin Harriet had ploughed you with. You picked up on Tommy’s concerning glances, mostly whenever Dan had made a joke that had everybody laughing but you could only muster up a tight-lipped smile for. Jonesy, even though one of the closest to Dan, gave you a reassuring side squeeze at one point that you were grateful for giving you’d formed a bond with him and his girlfriend throughout the years of your relationship with Dan. In the end you hadn’t felt so isolated as you’d imagined but the relief when you and Harriet had returned home was palpable.

Your recovery and thoughts were disturbed by your headphone being pulled away from your ear, panicked your eyes darted open to find a harmless Daniel beside you with an exaggerated wave and overly large smile.

“You scared the life out of me,” you panted, “my hearts beating out of my chest, you idiot.” You caught his eyes subconsciously dart down to your chest before reconnecting back with your eyes.

Maybe it was because you were lacking oxygen and your legs were unwilling to carry you any further but your immediate reaction wasn’t to run away. “How far have you got left to go?” Daniel questioned, jogging on the spot in front of you. Your incessant panting and bright red skin from face to chest letting him know you were on your own jog.

You gestured behind him explaining that you had ran most of your circuit already, “I’m going to walk the rest, I’m done. I quit.” Still trying to catch your breath between words.

“No! Come on!” Daniel lightly hit you on the arm, a failed attempt at motivation.

“No, not come on. Walk.” You deadpanned, how this man had energy this early was always a mystery to you. “I want to enjoy the view,” you waved toward the beach ahead, a pathetic excuse but one you were going to stick to. Dan’s head followed your hand out to the sea, you took the opportunity to admire his face while he wasn’t looking. His skin was slick with sweat that was dripping from his curls, his dark eyes looked out deep in thought, his jog coming to a halt as his brows furrowed and you noticed how his beard was slightly shorter than what you preferred but that wasn’t something he had to take into consideration now.

“Remember when we raced all the way down here and into the sea,” Dan’s thoughtful look turned back to you and caught you off guard. Your chest tightened; how could you forget? He insisted on walking you home suggesting a diversion to go to the beach to admire the sunset that was creeping in. Instead, it turned into a race into the sea, clothes strewn across the sand the closer you got until Dan hurled you over his shoulder too easily, smacking his back and yelling at him to put you down through laughter until you were both underwater. When you came up you were already kissing, his hands roaming your body under the water while you held his face to yours, a taste of salt water between your lips. The glow from the sunset shone down over the pair of you and it was one of many moments you were so certain you were in love with him that you’d share so many more kisses in the ocean together even when you were old and wrinkly.

You swallowed; his eyes hung onto yours almost like you were both replaying the same moment over in your heads. You consciously diverted the conversation away from the pair of you, “I used to love the volleyball and keepy-up competitions we’d all have after school on the beach, remember that? I was never a champion,” your smile was genuine with the memory.

“That’s because I was champion many times,” Daniel declared proudly, “we should totally do that again, that would be awesome!”

“At least you’re champion of something,” you quipped with a smirk before you frowned at yourself for finding yourself too comfortable around him to joke about the topic. Now you’d inadvertently offended him anticipating his reaction. Before you had a chance to apologise he was already feigning hurt with a “wow” at your sassy comment. You both shared a laugh before you fell into a silence, biting your lip as the urge to run away from the conversation had finally caught up with you. “I’m going to carry on,” you announced.

“Do you want me to jog in front of you so you can still enjoy the view?” Daniel’s smile formed the creases around his eyes, you rolled your eyes and gave a quiet goodbye not satisfying his comment with a reply. Before you had a chance to turn away from him he reached out to regain your attention, “Is your number the same?” You nodded, too focused on his fingers gently wrapped around your arm to speak. “Just checking, I wasn’t sure after all the times you ignored my call that’s all,” you were speechless but his smile remained friendly so you merely accepted the deserved comment after your remark about his zero championships.

“Maybe I’ll pick up the next one,” you gave a shrug, loosening from his touch and turning to finish your route. Every nerve ending in your body was on edge and a familiar feeling swirled through your body. You were playing a dangerous game, but you silently settled in the idea of having him in your life in some capacity rather than none.

* * *

Ricciardo created the group Beach Championship

DR old school beach championship Saturday arvo? Who’s in?

Jonny let’s go!

Harriet ooooomggg yes!!! I’m in

Tommy sounds dick

Tommy **sick. I’ll bring Kate

You sounds like a good idea 😊

Jonesy out with Jules but we’ll swing by when we’re done x

DR prepare for an ass beating! And maybe some dick @Tommy

* * *

The early afternoon rising heat gave you a valid excuse to bring out a small bikini for your trip to the beach, Daniel’s presence playing no part in the decision at all was your current defence as Harriet sang a familiar tune putting her own spin on it:

itsy bitsy, teeny weeny, daniels going to love your bikini

A sheer top and denim shorts to cover up in the meantime but you secretly anticipated the moment you could display your body in front of him, thoughts slipping into the territory of his own bare chest parading around the beach.

“Do you really think the whole friend thing is going to work?” Harriet quizzed on the walk toward the ocean in the distance, you’d conveyed your thoughts of navigating a friendship with Dan instead of losing him completely like you’d felt you had the past few years but Harriet had voiced her reservations as a friend who’d witnessed your sorrow.

“I’d rather try. It’s just easier when he shows up a few weeks of the year, right?” You were trying to convince yourself more than Harriet and you were sure she knew that herself but you were also sure she’d support you no matter what. “Plus, nothing bad can come of being friends surely…” Harriet shrugged in response, a million negative possibilities undoubtedly running through her mind but choosing not to express them.

As you neared the sandy beach you could make out Tommy’s large frame in the distance setting up a net with his girlfriend Kate trying her very best to assist even with her disadvantage in height, Harriet jogged ahead to give a helping hand much to Tommy’s relief.

“Jon’s just ran to fetch some beers in the cooler, desperate for one after putting that thing up,” Tommy spoke with Kate hung around his torso taking shade under his rounded muscular shoulders.

“I did offer to do the drinks run but apparently I wouldn’t be able to carry it all back, so I got lumped with an even worse task!” Kate mocked the boys’ delegation tactics.

Rolling out your beach towel in the sand with Kate and Harriet following suit, Tommy kicked a ball around the three of you to entertain himself until other company arrived. You unbuttoned your shorts deciding to peel the down the front slightly over your bottoms and leaving the sheer top on building up the courage to eventually strip down, nerves suddenly high thinking of Dan’s presence. Laying down you shut your eyes under your sunglasses and listened to the waves and chatter between company for the time being.

“Ay! Ay! Ay!” A familiar chant made you sit up on your elbows and squint in the direction it came from undoubtedly it was Dan making his way toward you with Jonny, the pair of them with bags assumedly filled with drink for the afternoon. He wasn’t bare chested just yet but the tattoo creeping out from under his shorts was enough to get your heart racing for now. “The two wise men come bearing gifts of cider and beer,” Dan announced proudly as the pair placed the cooler bags under the shade of a nearby parasol.

“You do know there’s three wise men?” Harriet quipped causing you to smirk.

“Yeah, but who would ever call Tommy a wise man?” Dan grinned; Tommy quickly shot the ball in Dan’s direction but with his fast reactions he caught it without a problem. With the majority making their way over to the cooler to fetch a drink you decided to stay put for now and watched as Dan walked in your direction. He squatted down in front of you, “there’s water in there for you too,” he mentioned with a gentle tight-lipped smile. Sensing a nervousness from him you thanked him, trying to not overthink the gesture yourself. You never enjoyed drinking alcohol too much on a hot day, the idea that he’d still taken you into consideration and thought about you was almost causing you to spiral. He stood, running over to Tommy throwing the ball to the ground starting an impromptu game of football between the pair.

“Let the games begin!” Jonny bellowed with his hands in the air theatrically.

After much deliberation of set-up, Jonny taking a scoresheet layout far too seriously and Kate listing off her rules as a means to try and give herself any advantage, the beach championship got underway. The boys had their own football battle between them with Kate vaguely keeping score although you were certain Tommy hadn’t scored as much as she claimed, “Tommy taught me all about football, I know what I’m doing,” she’d protested your corrections and calls for a more unbiased referee. For the game of volleyball it would be Harriet versus Kate with you playing the winner followed by Jonny versus Dan, and the winner playing Tommy with the two winners then battling it out to be crowned victorious. It was fair to say petite Kate stood no chance against Harriet’s competitive nature and she did end up eating sand as Harriet had not-so-elegantly roared at her over the net taking the winning point. You had to remind her that the prize was merely pride and nothing more but she only claimed you were a weakling and would too end up eating sand.

Granted that you very quickly succumbed to the realisation that maybe she was right, you weren’t as fit as you were ten years ago and age was no longer on your side. The fun day on the beach was beginning to feel more like torture. Battling Harriet for a point you felt a drop of sweat run down your spine under the mesh top. As the ball hit the ground with Harriet failing to keep it up you took the pause in game to remove the layer.

“Set them free, girl!” Jonny - gentlemanly as ever – hollered in your direction watching you throw the top to the floor; Kate gave Tommy a slight whack to his abs in disapproval at his wolf whistling. The man whose reaction you were most concerned about you didn’t look for.

“I won’t be distracted by your tits! Seen ‘em plenty, not ruining my game, bitch!” Harriet fired some unexpected fighting talk your way; Daniel laughed out loud at the comment.

He wished he felt the same way given he had seen them countless times, but this time was different. This time he wasn’t admiring what was his smug with pride but what once was and god, he wished you were his. He felt his breath hitch slightly, attempting to swallow the thoughts of lust that roamed his head as he watched the way they perfectly bounced with your every move and reminding himself he only had himself to blame. He joined the hooting from the side-lines as he watched you beat Harriet with the next point, the strings of the bikini barely holding you together as you jumped in celebration. Now it was his turn to beat Jonny who most people described as uncoordinated and clumsy, whilst he considered himself to be a professional athlete, he was fairly confident he had this one in the bag. He was the one avoiding you on the side-lines but he caught a glimpse and couldn’t look away; your hands spreading a lotion across your chest, the skin between your breasts looking slick and smooth as your hands dipped under the material slightly to cover the area completely. The only thing breaking his eye contact was the ball whizzing past his face and hitting the sand at his feet.

“Got somewhere else to be, mate? First point to me,” Jonny jeered, a smug look on his knowing exactly what Dan was pre-occupied with and taking a clear advantage.

“Alright, I’ll let you have that one,” Dan cocked his eyebrow, up for the challenge and determined not to be beaten out of sheer embarrassment. Unsurprisingly, Dan won the challenge with Jonny’s single and free opening point of the game being his final. The trio of girls jumped in celebration but Dan avoided to look in the direction knowing he’d get distracted by the display once more, instead he cracked his neck and shook out his arms and legs keeping focus as Tommy approached the net. The match with Tommy ended up a much closer win than he’d have liked but it was a win, nevertheless. Dan knew he’d worked ten times as hard for the win than he probably should have and mostly it was to impress you like some idiot schoolboy with a crush.

Jonny updated the scoreboard with a scribble, “You know what this means!” Jonny yelled waiting for the pause before he cried out dramatically, “Battle of the exes!” Daniel instinctively wanting to laugh at his friends joke but halted, instead looking at you for your reaction. Your mouth was slightly agape, your hand running through the front of your hair and looking toward Harriet for confidence who was giving you a double thumbs up. Your chest rose and fell as you inhaled a deep breath and looked toward him. Dan asked if you were okay just by looking at you, subconsciously slipping into the silent conversations you could both have with your eyes. Whether he was glancing at you across the paddock even though you were both in two separate conversations or navigating bustling venues with so many voices surrounding you it was easier to remain quiet and go with the flow. He noticed it, the miniscule nod of your head that he was sure nobody else would’ve seen, you’d given him the same ‘I’m okay’ nod all those other times just as you did now. He half-smiled at you content that you were happy to carry on despite Jonny’s inappropriate outburst and glad that you could seemingly still read each other’s minds.

“Cheers for that one, cunt,” Dan noticed you laugh in approval of his remark in Jonny’s direction hoping he’d eased you before he looked at you with his large grin, “bring it on, peanut,” and he also noticed how your face dropped at the sound of your old pet name, suddenly worried he’d overstepped the line completely as he spoke without thinking.

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“Sorry for kicking your ass before,” Dan made his way toward you in the sea, the pair of you up to your waist in the water, his toned torso stood in front of you was admirable as you ashamedly lingered on it a bit too long before looking back at his face with his goofy, smug, shit-eating grin telling you he’d caught you in the act.

“It’s okay,” you tried quickly to brush off your embarrassment and blushing cheeks under his knowing gaze. “Thought I’d let you have that one,” trying to sound nonchalant. The rest of the group were enjoying drinking games on the sand under the setting sun, Jonesy and his girlfriend Jules had arrived already tipsy from an afternoon meal and immediately continued their drinking into the night. “You not joining in the drinking games?” You asked merely to fill the silence.

Dan dunked his body under the water so he was just a floating neck and head as he answered, “no, I… I’m actually flying back out to Europe on Tuesday so not for me, no,” his eyes watching the water swish around his head rather than you. A sadness washed over you; this would probably be the last you’d see of him and you kicked yourself that you didn’t have longer, that you hadn’t made more of an effort, that the bottled water you thought he’d bought especially for you was actually for him and nothing more. Oh was all you managed out nodding your head in acknowledgement, “I’m actually going to head back home now, rest up, I just wanted to say bye in case I don’t see you,” he rose out of the water now and you were certain you saw the same sadness in his eyes.

“Can we walk?” The question escaped your lips before you had time to process the thought, his eyebrows raised slightly in surprise. You knew you had to have the closure that you were desperate for years prior and it felt like your final opportunity. “My apartment is on the way… we can talk…” you gave a hopeful smile but still prepared for a rejection just like you had done to him almost a week ago. Daniels face relaxed and agreed, following you out of the water and toward the sandy beach.

“Not a bad view from here,” Daniel teased from behind, reminiscent of his own joke a few days earlier, you turned and shot him a glare with a playful smile on your face. Dan halted in place as to not bump into you his eyes scanning your face. You wanted to kiss him, everyone else was too preoccupied in themselves to notice, a quick peek over your shoulder confirmed that, but the more you looked at him you knew you couldn’t give in. You had to have some self-respect, he left you, he left you because he didn’t love you. This was just Dan being his charismatic self, flirting as a way of joking. “Everything okay?” Dan nudged.

Snapping out of your thoughts you nodded and turned back to the beach, the pair of you drying off and layering up before saying goodbyes to a mixture of concerned and hopeful looks. You glanced at each other with a knowing laugh at the incessant chatter of whispering and gossip from the group as you made your way off the beach. Wandering through some streets in silence for a short while but you knew Dan wouldn’t last much longer in the quiet.

“My mum told me you went back to university,” you hummed and shared the psychology degree you were trying to attain for a second time. “Always knew you’d smash something like that if you put your mind to it,” it sounded better than I told you so which would’ve made you go feral if he ever uttered those words to justify breaking up with you. “You’ll look good in your little cap and gown at the end of it all,” he nudged your shoulder slightly with his but it was bittersweet. Achieving something you had strived for at the loss of the person you loved didn’t seem like a fair pay-off. The atmosphere between the two of you became thick like a black raincloud had suddenly swarmed over you. “I am sorry,” you felt the intensity and meaning of his words and immediately your eyes welled with tears, lip between your teeth with anxiety.

The courage you had in the ocean had vanished and you didn’t have the capacity to make it through a speech or apology deciding to interrupt him, “do you think we can be friends?” Slowing the pace slightly knowing you were only two more streets away from your building, Dan was uncharacteristically silent for a moment before you heard him take a large sigh.

“Honestly… I don’t know. I don’t know how to be your friend, we were always just you and me, you know?” He trailed off, his feet scuffing the pavement as he walked. You did know and a part of you was relieved that he was voicing your own apprehensions that you had successfully buried but there was another part of you that sank knowing that maybe this was it. No friendship, no relationship; when he leaves for Europe the chapter is finally complete. The pit in your stomach didn’t sit right with you; this wasn’t the closure you were searching for.

You reached outside of your apartment building, looking between your sandals and Dan’s vans speckled in sand. His stare was burning into your head causing you to look up and meet his eyes. His damp shorts stuck to his tattoo, the plain white tee hugging his chest in all the right places. You knew the overwhelming thought you couldn’t shake was most likely dangerous and testing but, “friends can come up for a drink, right?” You invited him anyway. His eyes searched yours for something you weren’t sure of before he answered.

“Friends can.” He smiled warmly, tugging open the door allowing you to step into the building first before he followed in behind you... enjoying the view.

Taglist tysm! @readerselegance @d0ntjudgemy50shades @dr3lover @onelovelife

#we all need a pick me up after today AMIRITE #would rather live in this fictional world rn #daniel ricciardo #daniel ricciardo x reader #daniel ricciardo fic #daniel ricciardo x you

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coffeeviolinist · 1 year

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Stolen Helicopter

Rei sighed and rubbed a hand over his eyes tiredly, trying to rid himself of the headache he could feel threatening to build up. It had been an unusually stressful day at the office today, even by his standards, and it was barely past one-thirty. Several of his NPA subordinates had fallen sick with the flu going around Beika, which left Rei and Kazami to pick up the slack.

Still, though, he supposed he couldn't complain too much. Filling out a mountain of paperwork was tedious, but Rei would happily take it over riding in a car with Vermouth all day or dealing with Gin breathing in his general direction. Even though he was still supposed to be a loyal Organization member, that didn't mean he wanted to see them any more than absolutely necessary.

On the other hand, he was definitely going to regret it if he didn't step away from his computer for a few minutes. He had been typing away at his laptop for the past seven hours straight, and he could feel the strain the bright screen was putting on his eyes. Deciding that now was as good a time as ever to take a short break, Rei got up and headed for the break room, hoping to grab a canned coffee from the vending machine. When he entered, he found Kazami drinking a mug of tea and watching a news report on the television.

"Kazami," Rei said by way of greeting, giving his subordinate a nod.

"Eh? Oh, Furuya-san, you're taking a break too?" Kazami asked, looking understandably surprised. Rei's workaholic tendencies were almost legendary amongst everyone who knew him.

"Not for long. I just came to get myself some coffee, and then I'll be heading back to my desk," he corrected. Glancing at the television, he saw that the newscaster was currently reporting on a stolen helicopter and snorted. "Stealing a helicopter, really? Honestly, the things people will do for attention these days..."

"Well, it seems to be working. They've got cameras all over the scene," Kazami pointed out mildly.

Rei just shrugged, not really having an answer to that. He would have turned away and gone to get his coffee had something else not caught his attention.

Why do I feel like I've seen the people on that helicopter before?

Slowly, he turned to look at the screen again. Just then, one of the news cameras focused on the passengers in the helicopter. As soon as he saw who was inside, Rei wanted to scream out of anger and excitement.

There were two people inside the helicopter.

Two people that he knew very well.

Conan Edogawa and Shuuichi Akai (currently disguised as Subaru Okiya), were waving at the camera, both of them sporting identical mischievous grins. Akai appeared to be saying something, but the microphones weren't close enough to pick up what it was. Rei would have tried to read his lips, but his brain seemed to have short-circuited.

How the hell had they even managed to get a helicopter in the first place?

"We are still on the scene where attempts at convincing these two to return the helicopter have continued to be in vain," the reporter announced. "Several rescuers were prepared to offer them a deal in exchange for the helicopter, but the man informed us that 'only a sucker would fall for a bargain with us' and the boy claimed that the only way he would consider a deal is if we brought him a dragon."

Finally, part of Rei's brain finally kicked back into gear, and he whipped out his phone, furiously dialing Akai's number. Fortunately for whatever remained of his sanity, the sniper picked up fairly quickly.

"Hello, Furuya-kun, is there something-?"

"Shuuichi Akai!" Rei growled into the speaker. "When I told you to find a way to keep Conan-kun entertained today, this was not what I had in mind!"

"Well, really, you could have been more specific-"

"Hi there, Amuro-san!" Conan's voice piped up. "Are you watching us? We're on TV right now!"

Rei let out an exasperated sigh. "Yes, Conan-kun, I can see that you're on TV. And so can everyone else in Japan, I'm sure. Honestly, what on earth possessed you to think that-?"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," the shrunken detective interrupted. "Don't worry about it, we'll give it back once we've had enough fun. And hey, we've got a message for you too! Look at the TV!"

Confused, Rei looked back at the television, then groaned when he saw that Akai and Conan were holding up a giant banner that read "HELLO ASSHOLE".

He was so grounding them both when they came home tonight.

#detective conan #meitantei conan #rei furuya #kazami #akai shuichi #okiya subaru #edogawa conan #akam #writing snippet

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koko-mochi · 19 days

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R'koko snapped awake to the sounds of birds singing outside her window and the warmth of the sun splashing across her room in the Baldesion Annex. She'd slept in again, snared in the horrible recurring nightmares that haunted her sleep. The haunting loss of her friends, the loss of innocents, the loss of her own life in the end, these things conjured images of blood and death and worse things night after night.

Wuk Lamat was already up, a gentle depression in the feather bed remaining where she had lay. She was usually up early. That was fine. But the empty bed served to emphasize R'koko's loneliness, the profound grief of being the "Warrior of Light," something that even the warmth of the Turali emissary's arms around her could not alleviate.

R'koko shivered as she got up, her cold sweat sending a chill through her body. She saw something on the floor, near the door to her room, an envelope someone had slid there, with The Warrior of Light written on it in a blocky script. She tugged on a pair of underwear and a baggy linen shirt and plopped down on the edge of the bed to read the letter.

Dear R'koko, I have a slow day today. Maybe we can spend some time exploring Labyrinthos? I would enjoy your company, and we can talk about your next "adventure." - Erenville -

So an hour and a half later R'koko was wearing her armor, smelling of soap and clove, riding the lift down into the sprawling complex of Labyrinthos. She spotted her Viera friend almost immediately, standing across the plaza where gleaners constantly loaded and unloaded specimens from across Hydaelyn.

Erenville was leaning against a stone railing, looking out across the vast space before him. When R'koko came to stand beside him, he looked down at her and stifled a laugh. "Full armor?" he said, "I assure you nothing in Labyrinthos stands a chance against you, Miss Warrior of Light."

The miqo'te looked down at her gauntletted hands. "It's just a habit, I guess. Trouble does have a way of finding me."

Erenville rolled his eyes. "You have no idea," he said. Then, "Come on, walk with me."

"What is this all about?" She fell into step beside him as he left the plaza at a leisurely pace and set out across the Outer Circuit.

"I told you in my note. I want to talk about our upcoming travels." The Viera's tone was calm, cool. There was no sign of the sarcasm he could at times be inclined towards. It seemed, at least to R'koko, that he was sincere.

"I'm excited for it," R'koko grinned, cracking her knuckles, "Wuk Lamat has been telling me all about Tuliyollal, it seems amazing." It was rare to see her face light up like it did in that moment, ever since the voyage of the Ragnarok and whatever she encountered at the edge of the universe her demeanor had been haunted and distant. Erenville had noticed it, despite barely even knowing R'koko. And he noticed her smile now too.

"I love my homeland," he said, "And I hope you will too." He paused, looking up at the dome high overhead that so accurately mimicked the actual sky. His voice got a little quieter. "But be careful, okay. Don't rush into this one. There's a lot that Wuk Lamat isn't telling you."

R'koko seethed at the implication that her girlfriend was keeping secrets from her, but made a concentrated effort to keep her shoulders relaxed and her face at ease. "I promise she tells me more than you think."

"Just..." he sighed, "she's royalty. She's been taught what to say and do in order to win people's trust and get what she wants."

"You make it sound like she's using me as a pawn in some scheme," R'koko ground out, "But I assure you the things that happen between us behind closed doors are very real."

"Behind closed--oh no. No no no no no. Are you saying she's your lover?"

"So what if I am?" she grumbled, "Shouldn't you be happy for her? She's your childhood friend after all."

"She isn't that little girl anymore, R'koko. I cherish my memories of her, and consider her my friend, truly. But she's making a bid for the throne of Tuliyollal. She wants you there as her champion. Regardless of how much I like her, I can still see that she is using you as a tool to win power in Tural."

"She wouldn't use our relationship to manipulate me. You may have known her as a child but I know her right now, really know her. I'm choosing to be her champion, because I want to support her."

Erenville's shoulders slumped, though his body language always seemed opaque and hard for R'koko to understand. "Of course there's no dissuading the Warrior of Light. Maybe we should talk about something else."

"Fine by me," R'koko said, relaxing slightly. But she didn't bring anything up. Instead, the two walked in silence along the Outer Circuit, past magnificent flora and fauna from all across Hydaelyn. At one point Erenville quietly pointed out a strange wooly camelid that he said was native to Tural.

They slowed as they crossed a bridge over a roaring cataract. "I am happy for you, R'koko. I know things have been...hard for you...since your return from Ultima Thule. Y'shtola told me she was worried about you."

A wistful smile crept across R'koko's lips. "Y'shtola is always worrying about me." A sigh. "I do love her for it." She looked up at Erenville, trying to read the expression on his face. "I'm guessing you worry about me too, as well as worrying about your childhood friend."

"I don't want to see either of you get hurt," he said, his voice taking on an unusual tenderness.

"I understand that," she said, starting to walk again. "But Wuk Lamat and I are both adults. We can take responsibility for our own actions. And we can face the consequences."

"I just hope you can forgive her, when she turns out to be different than you hoped."

"Trust me," she smirked, "I most certainly can."

#ffxiv #ffxiv wol #ffxiv writing #wolship #warrior of light #wuk lamat #WoL x Wuk Lamat #Erenville #ffxiv gpose #gpose #miqo'te

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adriswrld · 1 year

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Fem! Reader x Kay Lee Ray/ (currently Alba Fyre)

plot: reader returns from injury to help Rhea and Candice win their Wargames match whilst also rehashing her fued with long time rival Kay Lee Ray pairings: wrestler reader x Kay Lee Ray/ reader x (platonic) Tegan Nox/ Candice LeRae/ Dakota Kai a.n: not a request, just a random drabble I came up with

Y/N let out a sigh as she looked down at the brace around her knee. She had officially been out of action for two months due to a knee sprain injury. She was healing slowly which really annoyed her but she got a call from the doctors that she was finally cleared to wrestle again. She had gotten the injury in her title match with Kay Lee Ray. Aka her own girlfriend. Nobody had a clue they were even dating though as they kept it away from the media, both of them not being huge fans of social media. Of course the only people who know were their friends.

Kayleigh still felt immense guilt from the whole injury but it really wasn't her fault. "So what did they say?" Kayleigh asked, handing Y/N a glass of water. They both lived in London as that's where they filmed NXT UK and despite them wanting to call up Y/N to NXT, she refused. She would only go if Kayleigh was also called up and that would be a long time from now as Kay Lee was the current NXT UK Women's Champion and she planned to keep that for a long time. They call her the forever champion for a reason. Y/N looked down with a sign, pretending it wasn't good news and Kayleigh frowned in guilt.

"Don't frown its not your fault," Y/N said, her thick accent coming out as she set down her glass and gently cupped Kayleigh's face. "If I hadn't shoved you off the turnbuckle so hard then this would've never happened," Kayleigh said. "It's not your fault I landed wrong. Besides, they told me I'm cleared to wrestle!" Y/N said cheerfully and Kayleigh grinned. "Whyd you trick me?! That's so not funny!" Kayleigh said, hugging Y/N in excitement. "It was a little funny." Y/N responded, hugging her girlfriend back with a huge smile.

"So what are you gonna do now? How are you gonna come back?" Kayleigh asked. Y/N had been training so she didn't have any ring rust but she hadn't exactly discussed her return. "I'm not sure I have to talk with Regal about it. Maybe he could fit me into a revenge storyline with you," Y/N shrugged. "Well whatever you do I'm glad it's gonna be with me. I like wrestling you," Kayleigh smirked. Y/N raised her brows at Kayleighs tone, "Oh? Ohhhhhh. I like that to." Before either of them could make a move the doorbell rang and there was pounding on the door.

Kayleigh and Y/N both shared a look before groaning, "Peter."

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(two months later)

Regal decided he wanted for Y/N to make her return at NXT TakeOver: Wargames. Dakota Kai would be turning heel on her friend Tegan Nox which would leave out two spots in the Wargames match. And as Team Baszler consisted of Shayna Baszler, Io Shirai, Bianca Belair, and Kay Lee Ray, what better than have Y/N make her long awaited return to get revenge on her rival Kay Lee Ray. Y/N thought it was a brilliant idea and everyone backstage was very excited for Y/N to be apart of the first ever Women's Wargames match.

Everyone was very excited to finally work with her as half of them were familiar with her from the indy circuit. A lot of them still didn't know Kayleigh and Y/N were together so it kinda caught them odd guard seeing the two so close and happy around each other. "Wait I'm definitely missing something aren't I?" Tegan asked. They were all rehearsing the Wargames match and even though Tegan and Dakota wouldn't be in it, they were helping pitch any moves and help out. "Missing what?" Y/N asked with a smile, her arm wrapped around Kayleigh's who leaned her head on Y/N's chest with her eyes closed gently. It was still really early in the morning.

"When did this happen? And why wasn't I informed of this?" Dakota butted in with a raise of her brows, looking down at the couple. "Couple months ago. We kinda wanted to keep it out of the media though," Y/N shrugged. Tegan nodded understandingly and Kota gapped, still shocked she wasn't told about it. "Well you two look great together. You're personalities fit perfectly," Candice said, stepping through the ropes of the ring to walk over. Y/N and Kayleigh were sat in the corner of the ring on the mat with Tegan sitting across them and Kota sitting on the middle rope. "Thank you," Y/N said, and Candice gave her a warm smile in return.

"Again, why wasn't I told about this?!" Kota said once again in disbelief. "I did tell you, over the phone remember?" Y/N recalled. "Oh yeah she was drunk that night!" Shayna said, looking up from her phone in the seats. "There's your answer," Y/N said. Kota frowned and Candice patted her shoulder with a chuckle. "Hey Y/N! I just came up with the best idea!" Bianca said, walking over which made Kayleigh open her eyes from how loud Bianca's cheerful shout was. "So I was thinking that when Rhea goes to fight Shayna, Kay Lee jumps from the top rope to get Rhea but instead, you hit her mid air with a garbage can."

Kayleigh groaned not liking the idea of being hit mid air with a metal garage can. "I love that!" Y/N agreed and Bianca went to pitch it to Regal and Triple H. "Wait that's kinda funny. Your own girlfriend is gonna hit ya with a garbage can," Tegan chuckled. Kayleigh rolled her eyes and flipped Tegan off. "So do you have new gear?" Dakota asked. Y/N always wore her ring pants and a ring top and that's all anyone would see her wearing in the ring but she decided to switch it up. "Yeah I finished it a month ago. I'm actually gonna do trunks this time. They're kinda like how Lacey Evans has hers but mine are all black and spandex with a black ring top that my friend Scarlett let me borrow," Y/N said.

Kayleigh then perked up hearing that, "Wait, you're gonna wear shorts? You never wear shorts." Y/N chuckled to herself, "I know but I thought it's time I switch it up. Plus they made my ass look good." Y/N smiled and Kayleigh just gaped at her. "I'm gonna faint when I see you," Kayleigh mumbled, dropping her head back on Y/N's chest. "You're so cute, now I'm jealous," Tegan mumbled with a pout.

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Y/N paced back and forth as she watched the Wargames match going on. Kay Lee took some pretty nasty hits so far so of course Y/N grew concerned. It was hard to tell if she was hurt or not because of how much Kay Lee sold the moves. Y/N wore her gear already and yes, Kayleigh almost faint when she seen her but Tegan kept her steady. Dakota had already turned on her friend Tegan Nox and right now Team Baszler stood tall in the ring. The crowd watched still overwhelmed with Dakota Kai's heel turn.

"You think I didn't have a backup plan? I didn't trust Dakota for a second," Rhea spat at Shayna. They all furrowed their brows and then the lights went out. A second later did Y/N's music hit and the lights flickered back on. The crowd went into a frenzy, everyone screaming and shouting in excited as Y/N walked out with a smile. They did a close up on Kay Lee's face and she was absolutely stunned. "No no no no no," Kay Lee mumbled under her breath in disbelief. Y/N smirked and pointed at Kay Lee, "I'm backkkkk!" Y/N grinned, pulling off her jacket and sprinting down the ramp. Unfortunately Kay Lee and Io ran to the cage door and held it closed to Y/N couldn't enter.

Y/N groaned and then ran to the end of the cage (where Io did the moonsault). Y/N then began to climb the huge cage to the top. Candice and Rhea managed to get the team down and Candice laid out Kay Lee on the metal chairs. Y/N stood on the top of the steel cage and let out a shaky breath before falling forward into a Swanton Bomb onto KLR. The crowd was in absolute shock of what just happened. Y/N groaned and did a small check on Kay Lee before letting Candice pull her up. Y/N, Rhea and Candice all shared a hug and talked about their game plan.

"Let's win this shit."

#kay lee ray #kay lee ray x reader #nxt imagine #wwe fanfic #alba fyre #alba fyre x reader #nxt uk

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asirensrage · 1 year

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Word Tag Game

I'm jumping in on the word tag game of @residentdormouse and the open tag.

My words: One, Two, Three, Four, Five Your words: Ball, Never, Crush, Mist and Seven. (that's right, we're jumping around).

soft tagging: @rey-of-luke @residentdormouse @bardic-tales @ninjasawakenedmystar @arrthurpendragon @chickensarentcheap and anyone else who wants to join.

One

She sends him dreams of bells and foxes, of children laughing as they chase her tails, and she whispers to him the protection she’s given to the child demon sleeping in his home. One she offers because of his kindness, because of the love his students have for him even now. A repayment of the gifts he has left for her.

She leaves before he wakes.

Two

She couldn’t stand him. It wasn’t that he was a dick or some egotistical asshole, he was just so…nice. It drove her crazy. No matter what she’s seen thrown at him, he responded kindly. There’s never been a moment that he even looked vulnerable and his incessant cheeriness was impossible to deal with in the mornings. She preferred to deal with Sanemi of all people because he never wanted to talk first thing in the morning and the two of them could sit in silence until they were forced to their classrooms to deal with whatever insanity the students brought that day.

Three

The two of them end up lying on the couch, still kissing as their hands roam. It feels like being a teenager again. Something new and exciting, that feels really fucking great. He doesn’t want it to stop and he can only imagine what it will be like when Kate is with them. His brain short circuits a bit at the thought of the three of them together.

Four

“Dauntless wouldn’t just let someone get hurt,” he finally says.

“Apparently they do, and they do a shit job looking out for the people under their protection. What’s your name again?”

“It’s Four,” he says.

“Oh.” I blink. It’s that guy.

“Oh?” Four glares at Eric. “What have you told her?”

“Nothing,” he says.

“I’ve barely spoken to him, chill out. Listen, Zero, the bigger problem is that you obviously aren’t focused on your job, or at least don’t think people like me are worth your notice. I suggest you work on that and whatever other issues you have that make you think that’s okay.” I look over at Eric. “Where’s this med bay?” He motions me forward and I stride past Four. “Pompous ass,” I mutter.

Five

Five steps later and I swerved quickly with surprising ease to avoid crashing into Billy. “Woah,” I clutched the coffees close. He gave me a smirk but it didn’t look like it fully reached his eyes. He looked exhausted. “Are you okay?”

“Why, you wanna play doctor? What would Ted think?” He blew me a kiss.

“Maybe undertaker. You look like you’re part of the walking dead,” I said.

#and thus I realize how much demon slayer things I've been working on #whoops #word tag games #fic: the sacrifice #fic: this means war #fic: tammy thompson takes on the upside down #now i feel like i need to make my posts prettier

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f1 · 11 months

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Norris backing himself to be Best of the Brits at Silverstone

Lando Norris was cautiously optimistic that he could emerge as the ‘best of the Brits’ at this weekend’s British Grand Prix at Silverstone, as he lines up against compatriots George Russell and Lewis Hamilton – paired together at Mercedes – plus the London-born Thai driver Alex Albon. Norris was one of the stars of the Austrian Sprint weekend last time out at the Red Bull Ring, after qualifying P4 for the Grand Prix, taking P3 in the Sprint Shootout and then being classified an eventual P4 in Sunday’s race. BEYOND THE GRID: Lando Norris on driving McLaren’s revival and the responsibility of being the team’s senior driver That was thanks in part to an upgraded McLaren package that helped him finish ahead of both Mercedes in the Grand Prix – with Norris hopeful of repeating the trick in front of his home crowd, where he’ll have some more new parts to try, plus a shiny one-off livery. “I’m hoping for a fight,” he told Thursday’s press conference at Silverstone. “I think if we can fight with Mercedes we’ll be happy. I think last weekend, they just had a pretty tough weekend, but through the rest of [the year] they've been quicker than us in every single race this season in qualifying. This feature is currently not available because you need to provide consent to functional cookies. Please update your cookie preferences 2023 Austrian Grand Prix: Norris sweeps past Hamilton to claim P4 “If we can race with Mercedes, I think it will be good, not just for our own pace… but obviously for the fans, because that's the majority of the Brits. Of course, you've got Alex [Albon] there as well. “I'd like to say [I’ll be the highest-placed British driver],” he concluded. “I want to be confident in saying me. I think after FP1 and 2 we’ll be able to get a good read on where we stand, and if it's close enough to Mercedes, then I'm looking forward to Sunday, and we'll see who can come out on top.” READ MORE: 'That’s what I fell in love with' – Norris gets his wish with McLaren's special chrome livery for British Grand Prix Norris is no stranger to an F1 podium, having bagged six in his F1 career since 2019, including two at Imola and two at the Red Bull Ring. But Silverstone remains absent from his tally – and that’s a wrong that he’d love to set right this weekend. “I mean, if there’s one place in the whole season that I’d love to do it more than anything, it’s here,” he said. “As much as I’d love any podium or any win or whatever it is, [this is] the one place I'd love to do it. Even over Monaco, even over all of those special places, the home race for me is the one place I’d love to do it. Norris has podium previous – but never at Silverstone “I guess I've grown up watching Lewis do well here – it's probably one of his most competitive circuits. So you see what it means to him, and at the same time, what it means to the fans and the supporters who are there cheering the Brits on. READ MORE: ‘It’s massively exciting’ – Hamilton shares more details on Apple’s F1 movie as filming begins “So if I, and we as a team, can deliver a good result for the home fans, that would make it even more special.” via Formula 1 News https://www.formula1.com

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an-sceal · 2 years

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CW: Animal endangerment because I'm a fucking moron.

We went out to grab dinner and run an errand. I put my parrot, Nieshka, back in her cage and even moved her "wet food" (aka her fresh veggie chop mix) into her main food bowl because she hadn't been out much today and I usually only give her chop on her playstands.

I guess somewhere in the mix of rearranging food, putting on my jacket, and getting out the door, I forgot to actually CLOSE the cage. We got home and it was dark, and as I went to turn on the light suddenly there's this bird screaming at me. When I flipped on the light I could see she's been on walkabout- there was a lovely circle of poop the entire circuit through the dining/kitchen/living room where she likes to pace in circles. More worrying, there was a bunch by the front door, like she'd sat there for a really long time. (She poops... a lot. Consequences of a lot of fresh food, but also she seems to think it's a really great trick.)

She had one wing down when I first saw her. I thought it was broken at first, and my heart just about stopped. Then she tucked it up. I offered her my finger and she tried to step up, but her foot seemed really weak. I picked her up and inspected her for injuries-- didn't feel any broken bones or find any blood or puncture wounds, thankfully. (We have three indoor cats. That's why Nieshka has to be supervised on her evening jogs around the great room. They are all afraid of her, but I know how easily fear can turn to attack, or even just to 'I wonder if bird tastes good?' so they don't interact.)

As I was holding her, she seemed to get more strength in the leg/foot. I set her down on her cagetop stand and she went for her food immediately, then drank a bunch as well, also lending to the thought that she'd been down on the floor the whole time.

I think she probably let herself down for walkies a bit after we left, and circumnavigated the main floor until it got dark, at which point she settled somewhere to roost. I suspect that when we pulled up in the driveway she heard me, got startled/excited, and took off, then hit the window and scooted back over by the stairs. She doesn't seem tender when I touch wings/legs/head, and she's not seeming to be any more light sensitive than usual (she's like, 70% eyeball by volume, so she doesn't LOVE having light shined at her), so I am hoping really hard that she didn't give herself a concussion when/if she hit the window.

Meanwhile, I've got her in a small, dark, warm hospital cage (her airline carrier), and she seems puzzled but okay, except for a few wobbles. (To be fair, she is the least graceful bird I have ever met. She's a potato with wings, and has the grace of a rock dropped off an overpass. I debate all the time about clipped wings vs. unclipped, but fall on the side of unclipped because she lands better fully flighted. When I brought her home clipped, she'd drop out of the air and skid across the floor if she decided to go for a flight.) If anything is wrong it will have to be vetted tomorrow anyway, because there's not a single emergency vet in the entire DC area that treats birds.

I'm aware every time I hold her that birds aren't domesticated. Yes, she's handraised, and obviously tame, but essentially she's bonded to me as part of her flock. This is, at heart, a beautiful little wild creature that lets me kiss her head and tickle her toes and speak to her in a language she mimics because I'm too dumb to learn to speak hers. As a bird, she's not what one would call "majestic"-- she's short, round, and only vaguely aerodynamic in the sense that she has wings and her head is smaller than her belly. But as a companion, she's a pink and purple toddler with problem solving skills and a mind of her own, and she chooses to be my friend, in whatever capacity she recognizes that relationship. That's amazing to me. I signed on for 20-40 years of her stomping her feet and screaming when she's happy and pooping on me, and I'd pretty much never forgive myself if my stupid, stupid inattention meant that she got injured.

Which is why it's midnight, and I'm still awake and watching her. She seems fine, just a little upset and maybe slightly wobbly still. She stepped up from finger to finger (meaning she had to use both feet), she ate more, and she would like OUT of the tiny dark box, please.

I'm rambling. This is all just a really longwinded way of saying I forgot to close my bird's cage when I left the house, and I think she might have a mild concussion but I have no way to have her looked at right now, and I feel like the worst pet owner in the world. (Which my cat, Loki, would like to confirm, because I held him down and made him take a laxative earlier. I am clearly a monster.)

#cw: injured animal #agnieszka pi

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spade-club · 1 year

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Ive been off tumblr mostly for a few days and had the best week of my life (fri-wed)

Anyway, my friends and I are the absolute cutest. We played spin the bottle, just the five of us, and kept going around and around (to be fair we made some fucked up rules so not all of us even kissed eachother really. Others of us kissed 7 times o.o) And idk. I wish I could explain how much fun ive been having this week but its all so blurry and I may or may not have been high for the past 4 days straight which is not a feeling I've felt at all, before about four days ago. Which sounds like addict behavior, and it is, but it'll go away until it comes back later! Later me's problem! No one will be here to give me endless weed in literally two days, and im not here for the hunt, so whateves.

btw this paragraph is tmi sex stuffs ewwie look away if u dont want to know. But yea, I'm like, really understanding why people do these things. I mean, I am still a trauma sponge, so my enjoyment is very closely tied to how sober I am, but I am still understanding and craving rn, two things I didn't know I was capable of! I have never really Got The Point of sexual interactions, but no one has ever made me Feel Like This so uh, hehe, I'm starting to get it. Endlessly, I am grateful for my person <3 I am also so glad they're so understanding and kinda always the right amount of involved when I tell them things. They take what I say at face value and dont assign extra reasoning to things. If I say, "I got triggered during sex but its not your fault, and its okay," they go, "okay, thanks for letting me know!" And that's that!! Now, they sometimes ask me for pain updates during and also take those answers exactly in the way I mean them!!! & then they adjust accordingly and we move on!!! They dont let their insecurity or fear make me feel bad! And they dont make shitty assumptions on my character for no good reason!! I might be falling in love with them... but that's another tangent. I could go on about them for ever and ever

My friends and I have decided that the five of us are a "mostly platonic polycule," which has absolutely short circuit my brain bc that's all I've ever wanted, really, and it's really nice?? We all adore eachother and we paint together, and we kiss eachother, and go on five person dates, and have sleepovers, and cuddle in the back seat of the car while the other two jam to the music, and refer to a group as 4/5 or 3/5 if someone is missing. Idk, it's just nice, I know it's to be short-lived as we would not survive as a couple without the friend who came to visit (and may not be back again for months.) We will fall apart without her. We're all still good friends tho and im excited to see what does happen next!!

I have so many more songs to relate to now lol

#woa that one was a lot of ramble #hopefully incoherent enough no one has to see too deep into my brain #singing two trucks with ur homestuck bf in the backseat of a car while they have one arm around u and one around ur friend is an experience #okay anyway I'll save my other rambles for uh idk

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etes-secrecy-post · 1 year

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Hi, before I explain my post, I want to say something important.

• What you see my blog has become a major overhaul. And despite the changes, I decided that my 2nd account will be now my artwork blog with a secret twist.

⚠️NEW RULE! (W/ BIGGER TEXT!)⚠️

⚠️ SO PLEASE DO NOT SHARE MY 2nd ACCOUNT TO EVERYONE! THIS SECRECY BLOG OF MINE IS FOR CLOSES FRIENDS ONLY!⚠️

• AND FOR MY CLOSES FRIENDS, DON’T REBLOG IT. INSTEAD, JUST COPY MY LINK AND PASTE IT ON YOUR TUMBLR POST! JUST BE SURE THE IMAGE WILL BE REMOVED AND THE ONLY LEFT WAS THE TEXT.

⚠️ SHARING LINKS, LIKE POSTS, REBLOG POSTS, STEALING MY SNAPSHOT PHOTOS/RECORDED VIDEOS/ARTWORKS (a.k.a. ART THIEVES) OR PLAGIARIZING FROM UNKNOWN TUMBLR STRANGERS WILL IMMEDIATELY BE BLOCKED, RIGHT AWAY!⚠️

😡 WHATEVER YOU DO, DO NOT EVER LIKED & REBLOG MY SECRET POST! THIS IS FOR MY SECRET FRIENDS ONLY, NOT YOU! 😡

Okay? Capiche? Make sense? Good, now back to the post…

Hello, hello, my secret friends! Before you scroll down, I want you to watch my recorded video, right away! (Down here! ↓) So, the moment I've been waiting for... 😁

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• TADA! MY FIRST PLAYSTATION GAME I EVER BOUGHT (IN MY LIFE)! 😁💿🎮 A copy of "Gran Turismo 7" for the PlayStation 4!

Aww yeah! Aren't ya excited, you two?! I hope so!😃

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• Now, I ordered this copy of GT7 PS4 game version for ₱ 1,490 discounted (₱ 1,500 off) from Datablitz's PlayStation "Incredible deals sale" [CLICK ME!] on December 27th, 2022 via Lazada PH 🇵🇭🛒🌐. Huge deal for me to get my hands on! The original price of GT7 PS4 copy was ₱ 2,990. 😃🏷️💿🎮

BTW: Pls [CLICK ME!] to see their official Lazada PH seller page.

• Upon opening the case, the GT7 PS4 version has two discs instead of one (like you've seen in other PS4 CD games). And speaking of one disc, the PS5 version of GT7 has the latter. Pretty interesting to see here, with the last recorded was the "GT Sport Spec II" for the PS4 also has two discs, which is very uncommon for some [CLICK ME!]. But, the most memorable in the Gran Turismo franchise was GT2 in 1999 (for the PS1), where they shipped two discs; the Arcade mode disc, and the Simulation mode disc. If you want more information about GT7's format disc, then please [CLICK ME!].

• I've been there before albeit a fake pirated disc because I can't afford an original PS1 disc. And decades later (after passing through PS gen consoles), I managed to snag an original PlayStation copy game disc using my funds! Isn't it cool owning two discs in one game, huh you two!? 😁

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• Finally, side comparison with my existing copy of GT Sport PS4 game gifted by my little bro on December 25th, 2020 (Christmas Day). 😊🎁🎄

• Now, I haven't finish my GT Sport progress, I'm still dealing with "Circuit Experience", as well as league races & the addition of "Lewis Hamilton Time Trial Challenge". Although, the latter, I need to pony up some dough for the PSN credits & buy this DLC expansion. You know, if only it could add it to the game already, then I don't have to pay extra. 😕 Damn, I want a challenge "The Maestro" himself.

Fun fact: Did you know, that I'm a fan of (Sir) Lewis Hamilton? 😁 🇬🇧🏎️ I remember seeing him on TV screen live when he drives the Mclaren F1 team back in 2007. Yes, at the time, Lewis was part of the Mclaren F1 team, and he helped the team to dominate the F1 team competition. As of 2023, Lewis was part of the "Mercedes-AMG Petronas F1 Team" 🏎️🇬🇧 since debut in 2012 (after he departure from the Mclaren F1 team).

Another Fact: Did you know, that you can transfer your GT Sport save data to GT7? 🙂💾➡️💾That's right! Much like other previous GT installments, I can carry my existing GT Sport save data game to a new GT installment instead of creating new data for GT7 from scratch. And that's exactly what I'm gonna attempt. 😁

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• Finally, I scanned this beautiful image from the art cover. Featuring the debut of the beautiful Porsche 917K '70. 😁🏎️🇩🇪

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• And lastly, I want a pointed out something... I noticed, there was a broken tooth upon opening the disc cover of the same racing game. 😕 So, what did I do? Well, I snapped that piece & glue it with super glue, along with scotch tape to hold it up in place before I snap the disc tray like you've seen in this picture. 🙂

Overall:

• I love owning an original game copy, and this GT7 for the PS4 is no exception. 😁💿🎮 And don't worry, I will finish my GT Sport progress if I have free time (of course) before I proceed to the new Gran Turismo installment! I can't wait to drive old & new cars, as well as other features. Are you excited, you four?

Spot 🐶🏎️: DAMN, DUDE! You got the copy of GT7 for the PS4! Nice! 😃

Riya 🐰🏎️: SSSSWEEET! 😃 Our favorite childhood game comes to PS4! And since we have PS5 on our living room, we can't wait to race you, along with my family blood! Wouldn't ya agree?

Miya 🐰🐻🔋: Yeah-yuh! I do owned a Gran Turismo game on my retro PS consoles! 😄 And now, we have our hands on the new Gran Turismo game!

Bonn 🐰🚹: Congrats to our creator! 😁 You finally getting hands on the copy of the original recent Gran Turismo game! Time to start up our PS Plus for online multiplayer, and we're looking forward to see you, bud. Make the best driver win! 😊👍

Me 🇵🇭: Hehe yeah, thanks. 😅 If only I have a PS Plus subscription though, then I'll definitely gonna meet you guys, as well as my two buds (Alex & Carmen).

Well, that’s all for now. If you haven’t seen my GT Sport progress, then I’ll provide some links down below. ↓😉

My GT Sport Gameplay:

• Part 1 [June 5, 2021]

• Part 2 [June 5, 2021]

• Part 3 [June 5, 2021]

• Part 4 [June 17, 2021]

• Part 5 [June 17, 2021]

• Part 6 [October 21, 2021]

• Part 7 [December 25, 2021]

• Part 8 [January 22, 2022]

• Part 9 [January 22, 2022]

• Part 10 [January 23, 2022]

• Part 11 [February 19, 2022]

• Part 11.5 [February 19, 2022]

• Part 12 [Mar 26, 2022]

• Part 13 [Mar 26, 2022]

• Part 13.5 [Mar 26, 2022]

And also, this one → My PSN Wrap-Up 2022 stats [Dec 21st, 2022]

Tagged: @leapant

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