#queue shall not pass

[condohavenoking]

Lord of the Rings | Fellowship of the Ring (2001)

[rangingfarandwide]

Embrace a more sustainable lifestyle or Sir David Attenborough will be disappointed in you

[transcendragon]

This Too Shall Pass - the next in my gentle reminder series. This was a tough one for me because I’m still practicing drawing people, but I think it turned out alright!

My original art made in Procreate, image description in alt text.

[kaikamahine]

#vulnerable to all attacks (via @aheavenlyrush)

forgetting your headphones at home is the modern equivalent of leaving your sword behind in medieval times

[condohavenoking]

[kaikamahine]

@spiritbladed​

[youvebeenlivingfictional]

Okay, so I’m weirdly into the idea of being someone’s estranged wife???

Imagine being Patrick’s estranged wife?? Like maybe he married you bc he couldn’t have Tashi and then just…never signed the divorce papers? And now he’s knocking on your door bc there’s a challenger he’s gonna play in buttttt his bank account’s a little low so could he pretty please crash with you? He’ll sleep on his couch and be on his best behavior, he swears

Queue him crawling into bed with you at 2 am bc it’s cold in the living room and you’re soft and pretty and whoops, he’s hard

Ooo love this

Warnings: Fingering, Patrick Being Patrick, bitter and estranged ex-wife Reader

"You have any chicken nuggets?"

"What are you, five?"

"Adults can enjoy chicken nuggets."

They certainly could, but you didn't grace that reply with a response, just watched with tepid interest as he rifled through the contents of your fridge.

A single phrase kept resounding in your mind:

I should've left him on the doorstep.

And maybe you should have. It wouldn't be the first time that you'd given Patrick the cold shoulder, and it wouldn't be the first time that he just parked in your driveway and slept in his car. But you just couldn't stand the sight of him out in the cold, pouting and gnawing on his lower lip in the fish-eye lens of your peephole.

"Why don't we order a pizza?" He tacked on.

We. It was always 'we' with him, but never in the action, or the cost—that was a 'you' action, not a 'we' more often than not.

"Who's paying for it?" You asked. Patrick turned to you with a dopey, guilty little smile affixed to his lips as he cocked his hip.

"Well until I sign the papers, the two shall be as one, right?"

"Yeah—Why haven't you signed, by the way?"

"Your guy's never been able to serve 'em." He turned back to the fridge, ducking his head as he looked around. "You got any beer?"

You rolled your eyes. "Third shelf, at the back."

"Bingo. Want one?"

"Not right now. But thanks for offering me something that I bought and paid for. Really appreciate it."

Patrick huffed a soft laugh as he turned toward you again, opening the beer against the edge of the counter.

"Mine mine mine," He teased. "What is it with you and what's yours, huh?"

"Just stating facts, Zweig."

"So self-righteous, Mrs. Zweig." He used your married name with a vinegary smile before taking a deep swig from his bottle, pointedly ignoring the way that you bristled. "So. Pizza?"

--

Just the couch.

Patrick had pleaded it between bites of pizza, scrubbing the back of his hand across his mouth to clear the crumbs and oil left behind. He'd framed it as a reasonable enough request, like it was the easiest thing in the world to let your estranged husband back into your home.

You won't even know I'm there.

As if you hadn't been fighting to find a harmony within yourself for the last year, trying to serve him papers for the last six months, to get your divorce to take, to rid yourself of his last name.

Watching him sort through the garbage bags of clothing that you'd packed up for him to come and take between tours had been a little pitiful, but he'd unearthed what he'd needed to sleep in.

"Still have a toothbrush for me?" He asked.

"No."

"Face wash?"

"Don't you just use soap?"

"Yeah, but you put me on that, uh—That regimen, that routine."

"You never followed it."

"So you threw the stuff out?"

"I wasn't using it, so. Yeah."

"Huh." Patrick straightened, PJs in hand. You couldn't help but watch him strip off as he passed you, eyeing the ripple of his back muscles as he tossed his shirt in the direction of his bag.

"I'm showering," He called over his shoulder, "If you'd like to join me."

"I'd rather chew glass, but thanks."

--

He was sleeping. He had to be, right? It didn't matter if he was or wasn't. It didn't matter that Patrick Zweig was asleep on your couch, just a floor away. It didn't matter that you were worked up, at the midpoint between pissed off and turned on.

How did he always manage to do that to you?

You should've been able to clock early on that it was trouble. None of your friends or family thought it would work out, and you'd been chagrined when they'd been right. For as much as you had once loved him, for as certain as you and Patrick had been sure you would fit, that you would fix whatever needed fixing, no matter what fate had in store for you, you just...Couldn't.

It didn't help that he had been chasing glory on the court, or that you had spent your relationship trying to fill the shoes of a woman that you could never be. It didn't help that the two of you were just fundamentally different, in ways that you either of you were unwilling to compromise. When he'd left, it hadn't been a surprise, but it had been so goddamn hard to serve him papers. But you'd had such trouble trying to pin him down during your relationship, why should the way you broke be any different?

But when you'd been in bed together—Hell, you'd been even more certain that it could work. You and Patrick just fit. Things had been so right with so little conversation or hesitation. Your needs had fueled one another's, and you'd been able to lose yourself in him. It should have been enough.

But it wasn't then, and it wasn't now.

He was asleep. He had a match the next morning, and he needed his rest. You could do the same—You should do the same. You needed to be staring at the ceiling right now like you need a goddamn hole in the head. You drew in a deep breath, closing your eyes and doing your best to focus on your breathing. In for five... Hold...Out...For...Five...In for...One...Two...Three...Four...

Your eyes opened, your breath catching as you heard the door open. You held completely still as you heard the door close again, chased by the soft pad of feet along your floor before the mattress dipped beside you. The covers shifted, lifting and falling as he laid down.

"Are you asleep?" He murmured. It was another moment before his palm skimmed across your belly, his rough cheek nuzzling against the curve of your shoulder. Your breath left you in a soft sigh, your muscles untensing bit by bit.

"I know you haven't been here in a while," You muttered, "But this is not the couch."

He huffed a soft laugh. "I know," He snuggled closer, and it was just a moment before you felt the press of his cock against your hip. You drew in a shaky breath, hands lowering to his arm.

"Patrick," You mumbled. "You should be asleep."

"I can't sleep." His teeth scraped along your jaw as his fingers snaked under the hem of your nightshirt.

"Indigestion?" You squeaked. "Shouldn't've had that third slice of pizza. I told you not to."

Your eyes squeezed shut as he rolled his hips against you.

"This feel like pizza to you?"

"Well—"

"Baby," He pleaded. "You gonna tell me you didn't miss me?"

It took you a moment, and you couldn't help your slight squirming.

"Not even a little."

He laughed again, and you knew that you hadn't been able to sneak a thing by him.

"You don't have to lie. I saw you watching me." He tipped his chin up, sucking a tender kiss to your neck. And you had, but—

"I wasn't."

Patrick tutted disapprovingly. You shuddered, arching up into his touch as his thumb skimmed across your hardening nipple.

"You're a shitty liar, you know that?"

"You're an asshole," You hissed as Patrick lifted his head.

"You like it."

You couldn't get a word out to argue as Patrick's tongue swept between your lips. You whimpered in spite of yourself, sinking back against your pillows and raising your hand to fist in his hair. He was over you in a moment, body shoving your thighs wide as his hands rucked up the bottom of your sleep shirt. You drew in a sharp breath as his head dipped to catch one of your nipples between his lips. You tightened your grip on his, shivering as he teased it with his tongue.

Patrick's hips ground against yours, rolling against where you're growing slick in your sleep shorts.

"How long's it been?" He murmured, "Huh? Since me?"

And it was too embarrassing to say—too embarrassing to admit that you hadn't slept with anyone since Patrick left.

"Shut up," You hissed, "Just—Please, shut up."

His hand snuck beneath the hem of your shorts, swiping gently across your tender clit, and he grinned as your hips hitched up into his deft touch.

"S'okay," He cooed as he eased a couple of fingers into your tight, aching cunt. "I missed you, too."

--

"You gonna come watch me play?"

As with the rest of the last day or so, your answer should be no. You didn't turn to look at Patrick as you rummaged through your dresser for something to wear.

"I've seen you play, Patrick."

"Not lately." He tried again: "It's a challenger."

You hummed, giving a noncommittal shrug as you pulled out a pair of sweatpants and a shirt.

"...Well can I stay here tonight?"

"If you win, sure."

"How will you know I win if you don't come see me?"

You rolled your eyes, hip-checking your drawer shut before pulling up your pants and tugging in your top.

"Fine. Just tonight. You'll have to find somewhere tomorrow night."

"I'll have the prize money by then, I'll crash at a motel."

"Oh, a motel. Hey big spender," You drawled, heading for your door.

"Hey."

"What?"

"You have the papers here?"

It stopped you dead in your tracks, your stomach churning with unease as you looked at him again.

"...What?"

"The divorce papers," He clarified. "I can sign 'em while I'm here."

It would be so easy. It would be so easy to go down to your office and draw the file out of your desk drawer, to plop it down in front of Patrick with your favorite black ballpoint pen, to flip between arrow tabs and instruct, "Sign here, here, here, here, here, and here."

But you found yourself shaking your head.

"I don't have a copy," You fibbed. It took Patrick a moment before he nodded a little.

"Can you get them?"

Hell, were you that out of practice? One night back in bed with you and he was ready to call it? But you were certain that wasn't it—That Patrick was, for once in his goddamn life, trying to make it easy on you after so much hell.

"...Maybe, I don't know," You shrugged. "It's the weekend."

"Okay."

"Coffee?"

"Yeah—Hey."

"What?"

You watched as Patrick pulled the covers away, unashamed of his nakedness as he strode toward you. He grasped your chin, tipping your head for a soft kiss. It took everything in you not to melt into him as he skimmed his hand over your hip, drawing back just enough to give you a sleepy, hazy smile.

"Good morning."

You couldn't help your own, indignant smile.

"Sure, Patrick." You turned away, determined to push on with your day, your life like he wasn't there—like he wouldn't be hanging over you as you made breakfast, or dominating the court as he played, or in your bed again in just a few hours. "Good morning."

[4ranghaes]

hi 🙋🏻👋👋 idk if your still taking song fic reqs but i really want one for woonhak 🙈🙈 you write so good with your fluffs (even angst 🤭) and i really like the idea of your song fics!! TAKE YOUR TIME AND 🫀 YOU

song fic!💋

now playing… new york kiss by spoon

kim woonhak x reader [fluff, gender neutral!reader]

a/n - hiya anonie!!! always taking requests do not worry😁😁 thank you so much!!! also i have the flu rn so im sorry if this comes out a bit nonsensical😃

11:27 - “it’s new york!”

you laughed, letting go of your boyfriend’s hand as he ran through the crowd of people ahead of you, stopping and outstretching his arms, looking up to the sky.

“had you not realised the whole 13 hours we were on the plane?” you teased, catching up to him as he wrapped his arms around you.

“but–but this is it, you know?!” he exclaimed, looking from the people to the billboards to the shops below. “i’ve been here before but this is us, in new york.”

“i know!” you smiled, letting woonhak’s arms wrap around you tightly as you turned around, both of you looking about time square with an amazed smile on your faces.

“you know,” woonhak hummed, burying his face in your neck, “there’s something i always wanted to do.”

“what’s that?” you asked, removing yourself from his grasp and taking his hand, continuing your journey forward.

“have you ever seen sleepless in seattle?” he asked, an excited twinkle in his eyes as he looked at you.

you shook your head. “you know seattle’s not new york, right?”

“ah shut up, you haven’t seen the movie,” woonhak scoffed, brushing off your comment as you laughed. “we just need to go to the empire state building, okay?”

“oh yeah, of course!” you gasped, “that’s one of the places i wanted to go.”

woonhak smiled, pulling out his phone and following the map the short walk to the empire state building.

“what’s the hurry?” you laughed, as woonhak, with your hand in his, began running towards the building.

“ugh, there’s such a long queue!” he whined, stamping his foot impatiently.

“woonhak-ah, it’s okay,” you smiled, stroking his cheek with your thumb, “we have a whole three days, okay?”

woonhak nodded slowly with a smile, “i just want to make sure this is the best trip ever. i want to make sure every time you think of new york, you think of me.”

“i think that’ll be pretty sure!” you exclaimed, “you brought me here, woon-ie! as a gift! no one’s ever done anything like that for me before.”

he nodded sheepishly, his lips in a proud pout as he kicked his foot about on the patterned floor below him. the queue moved slowly for two hours, passing the time between you with shared stories, laughs and kisses, until finally you reached the ‘main deck’.

“shall we not just continue to the top one?” you hummed, as woonhak dragged you out the lift.

he shook his head definitively, “this is where it happens.”

“oh in sleepless in seattle?”

he nodded with a smile. as you walked out onto the deck you suddenly dropped his hand, gasping and running to the edge.

“it’s new york!”

woonhak laughed, chasing after you, “that’s what i said!”

“i can’t believe it,” you smiled, wrapping your arm around your boyfriend’s waist, looking out over the city as you leaned your head on his shoulder, “thank you for bringing me here.”

woonhak didn’t respond, bringing his hands to your face and cupping it in his palms. he leaned forward slowly, kissing you. it felt like the longest kiss in the world, you felt on top of the world. when you pulled away from each other, you were breathless, a smile painted over both your features.

“they meet here,” he pants, a sheepish smile on his face, “its the final scene of the movie, it’s really romantic.”

[takeariskao3]

they meet each other with different names and fuck in a hotel

sexy

He saw her as soon as he walked through the front door. The glittering lobby was reasonably busy with new arrivals, but she stood out like a beacon. A pillar of warmth and light that drew him in almost involuntarily.

Ignoring the short queue at the counter, he readjusted his hold on his duffel and went straight for the little lounge adjacent to the foyer. She leaned against the bar top with her back to him, her flaming hair spilling down her back and shining brighter than the ornate chandelier and the Italian sunset combined.

He dropped his bag next to a stool and sucked in a steadying breath.

His action was futile, however. As soon as she clocked his approach, she turned toward him and all the air in his lungs left in one jagged oophh.

A slow smile stretched across her face. There was something coy… yet… challenging about it. It made his insides twist in anticipation.

Before he could find a coherent sentence, much less utter a word, an overly attentive bartender stopped by to see if he wanted anything. He politely declined.

“You’re not staying?” she asked in disappointment.

“Need to check-in,” he explained, motioning to the front desk. “Line isn’t getting any shorter and… I’m supposed to be meeting someone…”

She pulled her bottom lip between her teeth. “Lucky girl.”

The lingering eye contact had his blood buzzing with phantom electricity.

He made no move to exit.

“I have a room.” She spoke low, for his ears only. “If you need to freshen up?”

He blinked. “That’s awfully generous of you.”

She shrugged.

He looked her up and down, his gaze lingering on the linen sundress draped around her waist. “You sure you aren’t meeting anyone?”

“He’s late,” she waved in dismissal. “Something about a black market deal and a runaway Chimera.”

“Unlucky for him.”

She hummed in agreement. “Shall we?”

She downed her flute of sparkling wine as he grabbed the strap of his bag. Leading him back through the lobby, she stopped in front of the lifts and jammed the call button.

“What’s it going to cost me?” he chuckled darkly, registering the slight flush creeping up from the neckline of her dress.

Her answering expression could only be described as igniting, and damn if he wasn’t willing and ready to be set fire.

“I’ll bet it’s nothing you’re not willing to give.”

They stepped into the lift, her pressing for the third floor and him doing everything in his power not to adjust the growing tightness in his trousers.

As soon as the doors slid closed, they collided. He couldn’t be sure who moved first, but within nanoseconds, he had one hand in her hair and the other squeezing her pert little bum. Meanwhile, her arms snaked around the back of his neck and pulled his face down to hers with such force, he couldn’t be sure if he’d ever stand straight-backed again.

Her mouth took up an intoxicating rhythm, her skin scorching everywhere she touched him. The scent of her, the taste of her, the feel of her, mottled his brain so throughly that he had less and less thought and feeling, and more and more instinct and compulsion.

Distantly, a soft ding! permeated his failing faculties, and he barely got a hand out to stop the doors from closing on the two of them again.

He kicked his bag out onto the landing at the same time she mumbled against his mouth, “Third on the left–”

How they made it down the hall without breaking their necks, he would never know, but they arrived the aforementioned door still in one (very tangled) piece.

She fumbled with the lock only a moment before it clicked and they fell into the room, nearly wrecking a side table. He only had a few seconds respite as he straightened the tea set before she hauled him across the room and shoved him onto the bed.

The next two minutes passed in a flurry of sensation. Clothes were discarded, love bites were given, hair was tugged… until finally–finally–he sank so deep into her that stars erupted in his vision.

“Christ, Ginny–” he gasped. “I missed you…”

She let out a raspy little moan. “Shut up and fuck me.”

Harry obliged.

[kaikamahine]

#if she had an obol for every time her kids were raised by a hot tall goth woman she’d have two obols#which isn’t a lot but weird that it’s happened twice (via OP)

can persephone please catch a break cuz that’s twice now she hasn’t been able to raise her kids due to divine fuckery 🫠

[throneofsapphics]

For the 2k celebration, this is unhinged hehe so please feel free to ignore lol but uh

Can I order a hazelnut + gingerbread + pistachio cold brew with whipped cream please ❤️ maybe a spoonful of cinnamon if you have any ❤️

(help i don't know why this trio came to me in a dream)

absolutely I will NOT be ignoring this, this pairing was so so much fun thank you <3

summary: azriel, ruhn, and lidia established relationship, with spice and fluff

warnings: smut

coffee bar celebration

You laughed as Ruhn tumbled after you on the bed, both of you literally rolling in the sheets. His laugh echoed through the room, especially as he caught you, straddling your hips to pin you in place, his hands bracing your upper arms and planting you firmly on the bed.

“Caught you,” he murmured, brushing a kiss to the corner of your mouth. You tried to turn your head and catch him, but you were too slow. “I have to say, I love this view,” He mused and released your arms.

Tension built in your stomach.

“Then do something about it,” you told him, eyes dancing.

“Oh?” He trailed one finger down your chest, around the swell of your breast. “And whatever shall I do about it?”

“I have a few ideas,” a female, lidia's, voice said from the back. You craned your neck around Ruhn to find Azriel standing behind her, shadows swirling around his ears. He met your eyes, and you found … something you couldn't quite describe in the hazel.

”You can start with taking off her shirt,” the shadow singer said, voice cool. It sent a shiver down your spine.

“You do it or I will, Ruhn,” a hint of dominance in Lidia's voice set you on a beautiful edge.

Ruhn's finger gripped the bottom of your top, slowly, tantalizingly, revealing you to the room. He even paused halfway to rotate you slightly, allowing them a better view.

“Naughty,” he murmured as he lifted it above your breasts, baring you to the room.

”You knew I wasn't wearing anything,” you chided, but lifted yourself enough to help him get it off. His hand braced your upper back, sparing your muscles the effort.

“I don't think anyone in this room minds,” as if it was a queue, Azriel and Lidia moved closer, but not quite to a place where you could touch them. The Hind leaned back against the Shadowsinger, his arms wrapping around her middle.

“I believe we were enjoying our show,” she drawled.

Ruhn laughed, but lowered you back to the bed before peppering kisses across your chest, light and barely there. You growled, gripping the back of his head and directly his mouth exactly where you wanted, no needed it.

It didn't take long for you to find yourself on your hands and knees, Lidia still giving instructions from the side, Azriel her silent shadow behind her.

You braced yourself on your forearms as he slid inside, your breath catching as you stretched to accommodate him, whimpering and pushing back, wanting, craving, needing more. It was always like that with him, every taste left you hungering, aching for me. Always like this with all of them.

“Fuck her harder,” Azriel growled “she can take it.”

Hours later, after all parties had participated, you found yourselves outside in the hot tub, stretching out your still shaking legs, you back pressed against Lidia's chest, head leaning back lazily against her shoulder.

You tilted your head up for a kiss and she obliged, the meeting of two content parts.

Ruhn carried four mugs, two per hand, and the scent of chocolate hit you before you could see the contents. You leaned forward, hands making grabby motions.

He was good at that, at knowing exactly what you needed. He passed the others out to the rest of your little group, and you thought you could spend the rest of your night in this contented bliss.

[dozing-marshmallow]

Hi sorry to send in another ask but I was wondering if you would be willing to write Eva, Geoff, Tyler, and Alejandro x shy male reader who they’ve been crushing on coming up to them and giving them a drawing that they just made of them. I’m just imagining like half of them blue screening.

If you don’t like this or don’t want to do it no worries. Thank you for your time.

Hey, thank you so much for remaining so patient! The amount of time I took to complete this was unacceptable, so I apologise and hope you enjoy.

SHY! MALE! READER GIVING A DRAWING TO TDI CHARACTERS (ALEJANDRO + EVA + TYLER + GEOFF)

ALEJANDRO

Alejandro announced that he would be taking a flight to Spain for the rest of summer.

You had one of your closer friends, who wasn’t from the show, help you navigate your way into the airport.

When you got in, you looked up at one of the screens and saw the gate number for Spain so you followed the signs.

You were worried that you may have misread it, until you saw the familar suave face of Alejandro, rotated right in your direction.

As though he had anticipated you!

“My, (Y/N)! Is that really you?“ He smiled benevolently to you,"What a delight to see you here before I must go! What have you come here for?"

“Alejandro, hello...” you greeted, giving a small wave,”I know you need to go to uh, board your plane soon, but I...” you gulped.

You decided to finish your sentence by presenting him the drawing.

“What’s this?” he questions rhetorically, taking the paper,“You..did this?”

You nodded sheepishly.

“Ay... I...really wasn’t expecting this.” You glanced up confused. The way he was speaking. That wasn’t a tone you recognised. Was it...

Before you could finish that thought, Alejandro shakes his head and his charming speech pattern was present again, hand on his cheek,“Oh how generous of you! To take such precious time out of your day to truly capture my mediocrity on paper!”

Mediocrity?

Oh. You get what he was trying to do.

Though, that didn’t stop you from contradicting his intentionally self deprecating comment,“No, don’t call yourself that... You’re not mediocre.”

“No? Then what am I? Below average?”

“Beyond average,” you murmured, but he heard it.

“Oh my dear amigo! Your words have touched my heart. You are too kind! Is there any possible way to repay this? You must tell me.”

“N-No, don’t... There’s no point in drawing you if I wanted something in return..”

“Your heart indeed is made of gold.” he claimed, delicately storing it away in his backpack,“Many thanks. I shall never pass this over.”

“You’re welcome.” you say, now running out of things to say, you reminded the brunette of his flight.

“Oh, yes! Ah, what unfortunate timing!” he comedically slaps a hand to his forehead,”If it were in my hands, I would freeze time to go into deep praise about your talents!” he grabs the handle of his suitcase,“Farewell, (Y/N). May sunshine follow your days.”

You knew Alejandro was probably trying to use the drawing to lure you into a facade of security.

Which was further from the truth.

As Alejandro joined the queue and watched your fading figure, he wondered when the right opportunity would come.

EVA

The gym was the best place to find Eva.

And right you were: when you walked in, you found the sports-driven woman.

She seemed really focused on her weights... That frown was putting you off... 20kg like it was nothing...

Okay... Um... After she’s done, I’ll...give it to her then.

And when that time did come, you were still so nervous. The whole time, she carried this dark aura, warning you to not come close.

At least she’s not doing a set now... So I’m not exactly disturbing her from anything...but I am still disturbing her by doing this, aren’t I?

When will you get to have another opportunity like this? After a deep breath, you quietly stepped towards her towering body.

You’re close enough... Now, you could get her attention...

You flinch when you do.

Annoyed, she turns around and ripped an earbud out of her ear and sneers her question,“Yeah? What do you want?”

That sounded more like an imperative than a question... You regretted what you’ve done now...but there’s no way she was going to let you off until you did what you wanted to do. Just keep your eyes away and your voice low,“Sorry to interrupt you... Can...I give something to you?”

“I’m busy. Give it later.” she grumbled, grabbing a new pair of weights.

Oh. Never mind,“Ah...okay. Sorry.”

“Nghh. You know what.” she had her hand squeezed on your shoulder,“Give it now.”

You sigh and handed her the drawing,“I just...thought you looked nice. Sorry...for wasting your time. I’ll go now.”

“Now hold on just a minute...”Uh oh,“You come to me when I’m busy with this drawing and you’re walking away without me even getting my thanks in?!”

“...Sorry?”

She playfully punches you, and you could see how wide her smile was,“Man, I can’t believe I was about to let you go when I had this thing to look at! It’s the first time someone’s drawn me in this way!”

“Oh... So, people have drawn you before?” That was surprising.

“Yeah, but in ways that really get on my nerves. They colour my face red and even give me demon horns!” she explained, seeming to clutch the paper out of progressive anger.

“Oh...” you felt very awkward now,”I’m sorry about that.”

“Don’t sweat it. I usually throw their faces in the mud and throw water over as retribution.” she added, now back to smiling.

...Eva’s wrath was no laughing matter.

Though it looks like you found the loophole.

TYLER

You knew Tyler would be at the local swimming pool.

Standing outside of it, you checked over your drawing one last time to make sure you didn’t accidentally draw a horrible caricature drawing. 

It was the same piece you intended to give to him, but you realised you forgot to add his signature red sweatband.

Curse your forgetfulness as you messily wrote down an apology to the side of paper Tyler’s head.

You went down to the swimming pool, taking caution as you walked on the slippery floors. You spotted Tyler in the deeper end of the pool, though feeling embarrassed that shouting for him would draw attention, you decide to let him notice you.

And when he does, he grins, waving wildly,“(Y/N), hey!” and attempted to swim faster, however when he got up, he ended up slipping and fell right on his back...then back into the pool.

You winced. This isn’t the first something excruciating happened to him, though the sight of it still gets you every time,”Oh God, Tyler, are you okay?”

He resurfaced and swam weaker than before and cautiously went up the ladder by your feet,”Yeah yeah, I’m still alive! What are you doing here, did you decide to sign up for the swimming team for next year?”

You shake your head,“No no, not this year... Uh... I actually came to see you... Because I know we won’t see each other until September...so I made this in appreciation of you.” not wanting him to ruin the drawing with his dripping wet limbs, you held it up for him to see.

He blinked, and took it anyway,“Is this me? Doppppe! My first fanart!”

“Uh...” you blinked,”Fanart?”

“Yeah! I’m gonna frame this and put it on my wall at home!” he clapped his wet hand with yours,“Thanks man! You’re real talented!”

“Oh!” you blush,“No worries!”

GEOFF

Geoff had thrown a party for all the Total Drama contestants of your generation and you would have skipped it if you didn’t know the people.

The perfect chance to give him the drawing.

When you arrived, Geoff was there by the DJ booth.

Taking a deep breath, you went over to him,“Hello Geoff...” you smile softly.

He enthusiastically tips his hat to you,“Yo, (Y/N)! My favourite party pal! What’s smokin’, bro?”

You kept your meek smile, a contrast to the internal turmoil to give it to him now,“...Hi Geof. I hope I’m not bothering you, but I wanted to um-“

“No friend is either a bother, man! What’s that you wanted to show me?” no going back now. He sees that your hand is preoccupied with something.

So, you gave that something over to him, facing down.

With a curious expression, he takes it and flips it over.

His jaw drops. He hates it-

“Yo (Y/N)! Did you do this? It looks incredible!” Huh?,“How do you get my chin right? No one ever gets my chin right!”

“Really?... I didn’t think much about that chin... I was worried about the shading...”

“The shading? You shaded this thing!?” Geoff exclaimed even louder as his eyes frantically scanned the paper again,“No way! I look almost look as good as that Mona Lisa gal! Sorry I didn’t notice that before dude, I love this to bits! Massive thank you man!” he suddenly surrounds you with a friendly embrace.

You gasped, but once you registered the gesture, a sense of security flowed through your veins. Geoff, however, didn’t get the last part and let go of you immediately.

“Sorry sorry, lost myself for a sec there, bro! It’s just, this art! It’s so good, it’s like putting me under a spell! You were fine with the hugging, right?”

You give a small smile,“Of course.”

“This is like an early birthday gift! Or late.” he turns to you curiously,”If your birthday’s six months from now, does that make it six months early or six months late?”

Another quirky question!,“Um...both?”

“Yeah! You’re right! Both still make a valid reason to party!” he grinned,“Thanks again man!”

[paniniichan]

Ballade of the Lost Child - Prologue

Characters: Niki, Yuzuru Proofreaders: Aru, Oli

Niki: Nomnom…♪

Kuu~u. This “hashimaki¹” is super yummy! Guess I was lucky there was a food stand here.   

It’s so delicious, why don’t more people know about this?

This world truly is weird~. Society should acknowledge “hashimaki” so much more.

It’s a flour-based food and it’s super easy to eat. You can even choose its flavour.

(In falsetto) Welcome ♪ Which flavour sauce would you like? Soy sauce flavour? Or how about cheese? –Hm~m, I just can’t choose!  

…Whoops. Woah, that was close. I almost passed that place by accident…!

Nahaha. I suddenly forgot why I’d come out here since I came across such delicious food~. 

Ooh, this line is huge!? Is this for those doughy churros that are trending at the moment!?

I thought I could avoid the crowds by coming earlier, but there are already so many people here.

I guess people gather at places with delicious food after all~.

In other words, it’s not an exaggeration to say that “delicious food creates world peace”...!

Right, this is no time to be messing around. I need to get in line before it gets too long.

<At the same time>

Yuzuru: Let’s see. I believe all the necessary purchases should be complete by now.

One, two, three… I bought this too, and that one just a moment ago. This one was sold out, so I shall have to come back at a later date.

… Hm, it appears all is in order. I don’t seem to have left any oversights.

Niki: I’m really looking forward to it~. Coming across new food is always so exciting. ♪

Yuzuru: Oh my, do I hear a familiar voice?

Ah, so it belongs to Shiina-sama. He seems to be at the end of a queue.

Season Avenue is always bustling. Hence it’s odd to see so many people lined up in a single queue.

They all seem to be queueing outside that stand. I wonder what exactly is being sold?

If Shiina-sama is lining up, it’s likely to be some type of food or drink.

… (Looking around)

… The people who’ve moved away from the stand all seem to have brightly-coloured sweets in their hands.

From their shape, I would guess they were donuts… No, perhaps churros?

Churros…? Come to think of it, I believe the Young Master mentioned those the other day…

Something about a speciality store selling cute churros on Season Avenue.

I see. He must’ve been referring to this stand.

……

Hm… He truly seemed to want to eat them, so perhaps I’ll buy them as a gift for the Young Master.

I wouldn’t usually let him eat this kind of thing, but…

Recently, he seems to be putting more and more effort into both his studies and work. Why not spoil him once in a while…♪

Shiina-sama.

Niki: Huh? Fushimi-kun?

How strange seeing you here~? Did you also come to try the churros? 

Yuzuru: I believe they would be a good gift for the Young Master. Would you mind if I accompanied you?

Niki: That’s fine by me~, let’s get these trending churros together! A journey is most fun with a companion after all²…♪

Yuzuru: It’s not a journey, we’re merely waiting together in line.

Niki: Nope nope. This line is the “Food Road”! In other words, it’s kind of like the Silk Road³, isn’t it?

Yuzuru: Well, um. Are you trying to compare this long queue to a road?

Niki: Yup! 

Yuzuru: sighs. Since the “Silk Road” isn’t about food, but rather silk, I feel like it’s a bit of a strange analogy in the first place. 

Niki: It’s instinct, Fushimi-kun. I thought I should express it to you in some way or another. Anyway, I don’t really care as long as we can get these churros. 

Yuzuru: Please stop talking based solely on reflex⁴. 

I don’t often find myself surrounded by your type, Shiina-sama. If I had to say, Hibiki-sama comes the closest.

Niki: Really?　

I don’t keep any company that’s like Fushimi-kun~. I only have irresponsible and weird people around me.

Oh well, thanks to that I can usually take it pretty easy, so that’s a plus.

Yuzuru: By the way, Shiina-sama. It seems that most people here are eating their churros as they leave, so do you know if I could order them to go? 

Since they’re not for me to eat and are instead a gift for the Young Master, I’d like to get them for takeout if possible. 

Niki: Hmm~? Is that so? I was also planning on eating while walking around here.

Truthfully, this kind of food is usually eaten on the spot or while walking, so I’m not sure if they’d be alright to take home.

Ah, Fushimi-kun. Take a look at that guy over there!

Yuzuru: Sure.

Niki: It looks like he only just bought some churros.

They’re wrapped in a paper bag from the stand too! I bet that means you can get them to go–

Man: Uwahh!?

Niki: Eh, what happened!? A fight!?

That guy was shoved over and knocked down by another man in black!?

Man: My bag! Wait, get back here! Bag thief!

Niki and Yuzuru: A bag thief!?

-----

¹ Hashimaki is Okonomiyaki wrapped around chopsticks

² Japanese proverb which means something alone the lines of “no road is long with good company”

³ The Silk Road was a series of trade routes connecting Europe and Asia spanning over 6,400km (4,000 mi) named for its primary use of trading silk. Niki is trying to liken the queue that they’re standing in to a long road where food will be traded at the end.

⁴The literal translation of what Yuzuru says is for Niki to stop talking based on “spinal reflexes”. These reflexes being involuntary and based on instinct without input from the brain. It’s effectively the same phrase as “knee-jerk reaction” in English.

[kaikamahine]

#everything changed when the fire snapple attacked (via lanadeldaddykink)

since when did snapple start dabbling in elemental elixirs

[darsynia]

Hope everyone is well! My household has had a flu rampaging through it for 2 weeks, I forgot to even turn my queue on! Happy Passover, Happy Easter, Happy weekend (shhh I'm pretending tomorrow is Friday) to everyone, and hope to see you next week, lol.

Been sitting with kiddos snuggled up sick, or desperately playing a video game to ward off tooth pain, not conducive to writing, argh! Tooth fixed, kiddos 2/3 on the mend. Yay for these days off so their attendance didn't tank, I guess!

In the end, these things shall pass. Love and hugs especially to those going through trials and tribulations that are more long-lasting, whether mentioned or not. I care about you, I send up positive thoughts on your behalf, I appreciate you.

[asmutwriter]

The Gangsta's Wife (Part 13)

DESCRIPTION: You have a bad dream. Tommy comforts you

WORD COUNT: 2313

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WARNINGS: nightmares, fluff, talk of children, talk of death, swearing

DISCLAIMERS

This is fiction. Please always talk to your partner before doing anything and make sure they are ok with what you are doing beforehand

This story does not follow the timeline of the show

You eat food with your hosts. Talking and chatting with them into the early hours of the morning in fact. Going from small talk to in-depth conversations to business. You hear the distant chime of a clock. Midnight. Ben insists that you all must have one more drink before bed. Pouring the four of you iced whiskey. Soon you hear the clock again. This time signalling the quick coming of 1am. The four of you saying that you must depart but somehow being dragged into another hours worth of conversation. Once again the clock chimes. 2am.

"I think that is our queue to go to bed". Ruth says. Smiling at you and Thomas before moving her glance to her husband. "Our poor guests haven't said they'll stay the night just so you can talk their ears off". Ben rolls his eyes. A sarcastic and loving smile on his lips as he looks at his wife. "Come on". She stands. Going over to him. Outstretching her hands as she gently pulls him upwards. "Or another hour will pass and soon it'll be breafast". She takes his hand. Looking at you and Thomas. "Do you need help finding your room?". You shake your head and smile.

"No. Thank you. Your maid showed us where it was earlier. Up the stairs. Turn left. First door". You speak confidently but with a slight twinge for clarification on the directions. She smiles and nods.

"Thats the one. I bid you two goodnight". She smiles. Dragging Ben out. You look at your husband as you both remain sat. Taking in a breath. Hitting your hands onto your lap before standing up. Looking at him as you smile sweetly.

"Shall we head to bed?". He stands. Following you to the bedroom. Both of you staying silent as you get dressed for bed. Getting under the soft blanketting. Shutting your eyes as you try and let sleep overtake you.

You run to the door. Looking inside through the glass pane in the wooden frame. You see Charlie. You scream and try and open the door. A faceless figure comes over. Picking your son up. You cry out his name. Hitting the door frame as you try and open the door knob. Watching as the figure takes your child away.

You startle awake. Cheeks covered in silent tears as your bad dream lingers on your mind. Sitting up. Turning your head as you look at Thomas. Sleeping soundly next to you. You run a shakey hand through your hair. Shifting your weight as to not disturb your sleeping husband as you come out from under the covers. Standing up as you go over to the window. Sitting down into the small alcove bit. Looking over the expense of garden. You bring your knees up. Resting your hands onto them as you fiddle with your wedding ring. Hands juddery as you try and calm your nerves. Eyes flicking as you try and focus on the moon and stars outside the window.

Hearing a noise you turn your head swiftly. His blue eyes almost illuating in the darkness of the room. Your husband now sitting up. Watching you. You give a weary smile at him. Leaning your head back against the wall. "Did I wake you?" you whisper. Seeing him shake his head. "Good". You take in a breath. Turning back to look out the window. His voice carries through the room.

"Are you missing your sisters?". You nod your head. Looking downward at your quivering hands. Clenching them onto your knees.

"I mostly miss Charlie. I’ve never been away from him". You hear movement. A few seconds pass as your husband comes and sits the other side of the window. Also looking out at the view.

"He'll be ok Flo. He’s in good hands". You nod. Pushing your lips together as you try and calm your mind.

"I know. I trust Ada and Betty with him completely. But that doesnt help the anxiety". He moves his head. Feeling his eyes on you. You pay him no mind. Instead watching the dancing of moonlight on the short grass. You bring a hand up from your knee. Resting it on the side of your neck. His eyes fall to your nervous hand. Although you try and hide it by quickly placing both of them firmly into your lap. Clasping them together. He stands. Your attention gets drawn to him.

"Stand up". You look up at him. A confused look coming over your lips.

"What?"

"Stand. Now". You do as he asks. Uncurling your legs as you stand before him. Smoothing down your nightdress as you meet his gaze. He holds a hand out towards you. Your eyes go to the hand before going back up to his blue orbs. Placing your palm into his. He brings you close. His other hand resting onto your hip as you place yours onto his shoulder. He starts dancing with you. Swaying the both of you softly.

"There's no music playing Tommy". Smiling at him. His mouth cocks into a small smile.

"You don't want me to start singing". You let out a soft laugh. Meeting his eyes as he smiles at you. Taking in a breath as your eyes dance over his face. Starting to sing quietly.

“Lavanders blue dilly dilly lavenders green. When I am king dilly dilly you shall be queen.

Who told you so dilly dilly who told you so? Was my own heart dilly dilly that told me so.

Call up the men dilly dilly set them to work. Some to the plow dilly dilly some to the fork.

Some to make hay dilly dilly some to cut corn. While you and I dilly dilly keep ourselves warm.

Lavanders green dilly dilly lavanders blue. If you love me dilly dilly I will love you.

Let the birds sing dilly dilly and the lambs play. We shall be safe dilly dilly out of harms way.

I love to dance dilly dilly I love to sing. When I am queen dilly dilly you'll be my king

Who told me so dily dilly who told me so? I told myself dilly dilly I told me so”

"You didn't tell me that you could sing" a small pfft comes from your lips. Turning your head to the side. The both of you stopping your gentle movements. His hand still holding yours as you bring them down to your sides. His other remains on your hip.

"I enjoy singing. I wouldn't describe it as one of my talents though". He smiles. A soft chuckle coming from his throat. You turn your head back to him. Meeting his ocean eyes again. "I wanted to be a show girl when I was younger. The fancy outfits. The singing and dancing. It spoke to me". You glance at your hand on his shoulder. Gently brushing your fingers over the bare skin. "My mum told me that proper ladies didn't do things like that".

"What are ladies meant to do then ey?" you tilt your head again. Meeting those blue glaciers.

"Create a good and honest living for herself". You bring both your hands up. Resting them gently onto the back of his neck. His hand now free finds refuge on your hip. "You'd have liked her. She was a very strong minded woman. Always made it clear exactly what she wanted". He tilts his head upwards as he gives a low chuckle. You smile as you watch him. His head cocking back down. Meeting your eyes once again.

"You and her have that in common". Your smile goes soft. A state of serenity coming over you as you meet his cool stare. You lean forward. Resting your head onto his shoulder. Facing towards him. One of your hands moves to his back. Resting lightly on his shoulder blade. Your other hand moves to rest onto his upper arm. The one opposite where your head rests. His hands remain on your hips as he holds you. "How old where you when she died?" His voice calm. You take in a breath.

"I was 16". Your tongue drags over your top teeth. "She wasnt my real mum. My dad married her when I was 6. She may not have been blood but she was still my mum. My biological mum died when I was 4. I don’t remember her much. I just remember her singing me lullabies as she held my hands. She had the voice of an angel". Both of you now still in the silent room. A quietness filling the room as he takes in the information.

"Your sisters?"

"Half sisters. But that doesn matter to me. They are my family. I promised mum- step mum - that I’d look out for them". He nods. The room going deathly quiet as you both stand. You shut your eyes. Breathing in his scent of whiskey and cigarettes. The familiarness soothing your racing mind.

"We should try and get some sleep". You shake your head.

"I'll sleep tomorrow when I’m back home and I can easily get to my child"

"You can’t not sleep just because you are away from Charlie"

"Sleep means dreaming. Dreams mean nightmares"

"Florence" He says with a slight sterness. A few years ago you’d be shitting yourself at that tone. It does draw your attention though. Opening your eyes as you move from his shoulder. Meeting his harsh gaze. "Bed". He demands. You give an annoyed sigh. Moving your body from him.

"Going" you speak in his tongue. Turning as you start walking to the bed. He grabs your wrist. Stopping you. You turn to face him. Eyes darting to where he’s grabbed you before looking at his face.

"What did you say?".

“I said I’m going” your voice unsure as you speak the words strongly. He shakes his head slightly.

"Why did you speak in Romani?" You shrug slightly. His eyes unmoving as they watch you.

"I guess I must’ve picked up a few words from hearing you speak it to your family. I’ve always had an ear for language". His eyes staying on yours. Giving him a small proud smile. "I can also speak Spanish”. Tilting your eyes up as you correct yourself. “Not fluently but I understand it completely". He continues watching you. Unspoken. You face turning to one of concern.

"Did I do something wrong?" Your voice a whisper. Worried you’d said the wrong word or somehow offended him. He shakes his head. He pulls you towards him by his hand around yours. Your free hand instinctively coming up. Hand clenched to a fist as you rest it gently onto his chest. Unable to read his movements or thoughts. Unsure of whats to come. His hand not holding your wrist coming up. Holding your face. Palm under your chin as his fingers and thumb rest either side of your face. A harsh hold despite his soft grip.

"I forget how smart you are sometimes". He puts on a smile. Eyes scanning yours. Darting his gaze to your lips. Saying something. Your brain processes that he said words. They weren’t English words. No. Instead he speaks in his language. You move your eyes to his mouth. Brain processing the words. He gives you a minute. Silent as he watches you. Practically hearing the cogs turn in your head.

"Yes" you softly say. "Yes I understand you".

"Smart girl" he says. Moving his hand from your jaw. "Come on. The sun will be up soon. When it rises we can head back home" he goes over to the bed. Standing by the side of it as you watch him. "It'll come up quicker if you sleep the hours away". You walk over to the bed. Getting under the covers. Him lying next to you. You resting on your side as he lies on his back. The light of the moon and stars being enough for you both to see. His eyes shut. Letting him block out what little light you had in the room. You do the same. Trying to push any negative thoughts out your head as you sleep.

Wondering around your house. Floor length dress falling around you as you search your home. Going into the nursery. No sign of your son. You rush to the bedroom to inform your husband. Nothing. The living room for your sisters. Empty. You run around. Calling their names as you try and find them. Crying out in hopes someone will respond to you.

You jolt awake. The soothing sound of a voice speaking your name. Tommy is half upright. His hand resting on your arm as he leans on his other hand. "Florence". You blink at him. Sitting bolt upright. Eyes frantic around the bedroom. "Shh" he says. His arm coming up and wrapping around you. Pulling you into him. "Its ok. You're ok". His hand resting in the curls of your hair as he stays awkwardly balanced. You bring your hands up. Fisting them as they go around his broad torso. Hiding your face into his shoulder.

He shifts both of your body weights. Hand going to your hip as he sits up. Moving the pillows behind him as he leans against the bed frame. You let him move you. His hands gentle yet affirmative as they grip your hips. Pulling you onto his lap. He moves his hands. One gently stroking your hair as the other rests on your back. Your own hands wrapped firmly around his neck. His voice soft as he speaks. "I've got you love. Just focus on me. Everything is ok". He speaks into the shell of your ear. Allowing you to focus on his voice. He whispers sweet nothings into your head until you fall asleep. Your face burried into his shoulder as he holds you close to him. Legs straddling over his waist.

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