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goldsbitch · 5 months

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Right? p4

summary: Y/N is a photographer for McLaren F1 team. Hard working, goal oriented professional who would never put her career in jeopardy for some stupid crush, right?

That is until a photoshoot gets out of hand and there is no way to go but forward.

part 1, part 2, part 3

warning: 18+ i guess?

It was a bit tricky to find a safe moment of solitude for the two of you to have your promised photoshoot. But in two days, your plans might finally become true.

What seemed easier, surprisingly, was finding little moments for quick make out sessions. In the driver's room, in the PR office, in that little hallway just next the mechanics gear storage.

You were a bit more careful outside the garage, but could not help one little kiss between the trailers.

It wasn't like Lando was shy at the beginning, but the more you got into the, the cheekier he became. He was so touchy. Grabbing your boobs and ass during make outs, brushing your hand when he walked by you and getting a little too close when discussing his photos.

You must have missed it before, or the frequency of him putting his hand on your shoulders has skyrocketed in the past few days.

You loved how you got to know him more. Learning the secret tricks that worked on your little, minor, definitely not massive, crush.

Zak Brown has requested a general meeting of the whole crew once you all landed in the next location. A tiny part of you suddenly got worried it might concern your little endeavor. Keeping this under the radar was of utmost importance, no matter what Lando said. You hoped you could trust him and his confidentiality. It felt strange to depend on that, but the adrenaline rush was hard to resist. The meeting turned out to be the introduction of a new sponsor and the obligation that this entailed. You had never been more happier for a new sponsor.

-"I might have one request for our photoshoot," was a text from Lando that popped up on your laptop screen. He was sitting on the other side of the room, at the front with all the important folks, while you were in the back right next to your other colleagues making notes. You looked at Lando, who was already watching you. Once your eyes met, he turned to his phone again. Having a feeling this might be one of his inappropriate games, you quickly disabled all notifications on your laptop. Instead you took your phone out, hoping no one was paying any attention to you.

-"Can you move just little to your left?" he continued. You gave him a questioning look and did as he asked.

-"Great, thanks sweetheart."

-"May I ask why, Lando?"

-"It's very closely connected to my request."

"Which would be....?"

"Be as kind to me as you are today" Again, you reacted with another questioning look. Lando took a moment to reply to a question from Zak and only after that quickly took his phone again to elaborate.

"Tight t-shirt with no bra is the peak of kindness in my opinion. Remember this next time I'm sad, I'm sure it'll help."

There is a certain kind of mad, that's not really angry or serious even, but still manages to rile up the blood in ones veins. Lando noticed your disbelief and tried to hide his amusement by pretending to be super interested in what Zak has been saying. For his own sake, he should stick with a driver's career, rather than acting.

In the meantime, to cut his fun short, you gracefully took out your sweater and put it on.

5 seconds later you received a ":(" text from the one and only.

"Sad already, Lando? I recall some cure for that. But probably for a closer inspection."

Lando was biting his cheek while reading it, only to be lightly reminded by Oscar of all people, that Lando's full attention is required to other things than his phone.

You were also pretending to be super interested in the presentation, but in the corner of your eye, you felt the rookie McLaren driver pointing his attention in your direction.

Probably nothing, right?

The change in your mood has been noted by those closest to you. All of a sudden, you were like a lit up candle, shining around every room you walked in. This did not play well with your need to stay as lowkey as possible. Oh and you were dyinggg to speak about this with someone to help you process what the fuck was actually happening. But it was all just pretty delicate. Mentally, you'd settled on the idea that once this is over, it will be a cool and unbelievable story for you and your friends. You did not usually fall for people, but when you did, you fell hard. You were currently overrun by adrenaline and dopamine to make much of a room for any of this to worry you.

Lando seemed to be followed by someone from the team all throughout the week. He was very vocal to you over texts about his impatience and that you both would need to be creative. Lando also wanted to catch the golden hour for your photoshoot. Wanted was an understatement, he was obsessed with it.

So when is the best time to avoid everyone? When they're busy getting ready for a new sponsor welcoming party. It was easy for your to get out of it, it was impossible for Lando to skip it completely - but arriving fashionably late was something he could very much afford. Which gave you an hour or two to have fun.

When the taxi dropped you off over at a location he sent you, he was already there. You agreed that at the moment, him picking you up would be risky. His car here on a random hill near Monte Carlo was suspicious enough. Then again, normal cars seemed to avoid Monaco.

He was leaning over centuries old abandoned wall on a make shift parking spot next to a forest, light shining directly into his face. You were not sure whether he was trying or if it just really came naturally, but when took his sunglasses off to look at you properly, he looked like he was put on this Earth to break hearts, to capture and allure anyone he decided.

So, into the lion's den you went. Nowhere you'd like to be but here.

"Good girl," is what he opened with. Shamelessly looked you up and down and continued: "I like it when you listen to me." Yes. You wore a tight crop top without a bra. And you had zero regrets for using cheap tricks.

"Well, Mr. Photographer. You're the boss. Now it's your turn to tell me what to do." The way how him telling you what to do made you so horny was freaking you out a bit. You were usually the dominant one, right?

"Like the sound of that. Come over there with me and let's see how this light works."

You were 100% sure he wanted to kiss you. Just like you wanted to kiss him. But this cat and mouse vibe was making it all just a bit more exciting. So you immediately went to where he was pointing.

"Taking a girl in the forest, alone. You sure you're not planning anything I should be worried about, am I right?"

"If I recall, you're the one who dragged me to a forest at night. Perhaps it's our thing."

"We'll see."

Lando had a different kind of a photographer personality than you had. With him doing this just for fun, he was super relaxed, chatty and playful. You were more "crazy eyes" "in-the-zone" type of a person when it came to photography. But his approach worked on you. You were actually bit worried coming here, because being on that side of the camera was not your comfortable spot. He managed to get all of this out of the window without even trying. At first he gave you over the top instructions as a joke, suddenly speaking with a horrifyingly bad French accent.

"I'm not doing that, Lando," you laughed out when he requested you run away from him so he could take some blurry back shots.

"Monsignor Norris for you, madame, let's be professionale," he kept his act and looked at you and rolled his eyes. "These young hot girls, they always think they are ze shit. How can I work with these material. My art will suffeour."

You looked at him, trying not to laugh at his theatrical expressions. Apparently, you were now into bad accents jokes. He was getting under your skin in parts you had no idea is possible. "This was maybe more German than French, monsignor Norris."

"Papa must have been German then." He then swiftly moved his camera up, completely taking you by surprise.

"Yes," he abandoned the accent. "The face of a total disbelief suits you the best. I want to see that."

It was fascinating to watch someone walk so gracefully on the line of serious hot and goofy cute. You were doomed.

You sighed loudly. He smiled. You bit your lip and butterflies flew as if they were on drugs. Because spending time with him was having the same affect as drugs would have on different people.

"Can I take one photo of you?" you asked. "The light is just too perfect to miss this out."

He stepped closer. Handed you the camera. When his hand touched yours, it felt like being burned in the best way possible.

"Yes. But only if this goes to your special secret folder with the other ones."

You nodded. His fingers played with yours. You looked up at his face and lips he just licked. And then you kissed him again. This was probably the slowest kiss you ever shared. Not a quick "hurry up before someone sees us" type of kiss. No, this was the one where you explored, drowned in the moment. You were becoming used to the texture of his lips, the way his tongue moved and how his teeth lightly bit your own lips once in a while. This wasn't a rushed moment. This was a study session. It continued to surprise you how great of a kissing partner he was to you. Putting most of your previous kisses you had with other people in shame.

When his hand slowly traced a line starting down your neck and ending right above your nipple, you could feel him smile into your kiss. "Shall I continue?" Lando had his line of asking for consent and making it sound hot mastered to perfection.

"Yes."

"Yes...?"

"Yes, please."

"That's more like it." And he went on to circle and squeeze your nipple. It was as if he had unlocked a new level. The further you went the more had the curiosity about how it must feel when he'd be inside you grew into a need. Desire transforming to urge. Intrigue growing to lust. Lando studied what kind of an effect each of his move had. And used what he had observed to toy with you even more. He gently pushed you to the nearest tree, pressed his body against yours and bit your nipple through your shirt, causing you only wanting more. You grabbed his hand it on your other breast and make him squeeze it. While you yourself started exploring his torso under his t-shirt. He returned back to kissing you, while his hands roamed around your body. You reached all the way to his belt and pulled him forward. "Careful, Y/N," Lando joked in between kisses. "Might be hard to turn back and stop if we keep it at this pace. Here in this forest. Anyone could walk by."

Your hand started to trace the outline of his growing erection. "Is it bad that I'm finding that hot?"

He smiled. "Yes. And I guess we are both bad people."

You gently grabbed him. The reaction his body was giving you was everything. "So we'll stop here. We need to get you to the stupid event anyway."

Lando took a deep breath. "Right."

"Right," you smiled, finally seeing that you have some effect on him, which was only making you want to go further in the future.

You both stepped away from each other, burning each other with eye contact. Once Lando came back to normal a bit, he winked at you. "Come along, I need to smile at people who are making sure we get paid."

"Fair enough." You snapped an unexpected photo, getting his flustered face in the perfect light. Cheeky smiles were shared again.

The sun was almost set as you reached his car. "I'll drive you to the hotel."

"You sure?" you asked. "I'm happy to get a cab to be safe."

"Nonsense, you'd be waiting here for half an hour. Come, I'll drop you off in the parking lot of the hotel, quickly dress and head to the event."

You got into his car, reluctantly. Once you were settled, he promply started the car, did 180 drift and had the car sprint to the road entrance.

You laughed. "Show off...."

"Ha, as if."

The drive was silent for few minutes, but after that Lando started asking you quite a lot of questions. It seemed a bit strange to you. He was suddenly interested in how you like your colleagues, what got you to the world of F1, how your family handled the fact you were away all the times. You made a joke about this feeling like an interview. He joked back, saying he is continuing on trying different roles and progressed from a photographer to an interviewer. You had a lot to say about this - how come he would consider this a progress?

It felt like you could spend hours talking to this British idiot.

In the middle of your conversation, he put his hand on your leg for a moment. It really should not make you lose focus on the outside world so quickly, right?

part 5

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cryptictongues · 8 months

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Dawns in Dalimil

pairing: Joshua Rosfield x Fem!Reader rating: Mature word count: 1.7k summary: You and Joshua have a sweet moment post-coitus.

warnings: Mentions of sex and the sweetest fluff EVER!!

Spoilers: There are a few mentions of things that if you aren't in a certain point in the game, you won't understand what I'm talking about. But just to clear things just in case, this takes place when Dalimil is first introduced.

Author's Notes: Just a heads up, please read my pinned post before following me! Minors and ageless blogs will be blocked as this blog's content is NSFW.

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It’s late in Dalimil, so much so that the market outside the inn is dead silent and the ale house downstairs doesn’t have a whisper. The place is taking its rest, taking everyone with it before the dawn breaks… well except for the two of you.

With heavy breaths, heaving chests, and sweat shining on your bodies, you and Joshua lie in a small bed within a room from the Dalimil Inn recovering from the passionate love-making you both endured. Your trip to Dalimil was supposed to be short-lived as you both are trying to make it north to the Isles of Ark to meet with Prince Dion. However, the tension between the two of you had finally come to its breaking point and the most passionate, intimate sex you have ever had began and lasted until the dead of night.

The bed creaks as Joshua moves to his side and you feel him get close to you, a hand placing itself under your left breast and lips making homage against your neck. He massages the subtle skin as he gives feather light kisses, causing you to giggle as a shiver runs down your spine. He bites down gently on the skin below your ear, causing a small yelp to leave your lips. “You are insatiable, you know that?” You breathe out, and he lets out a low chuckle into your ear. “You do this to me.” He bites down a little harder this time around, sucking and licking the spot to get another sweet sound out of you. You push him away slightly, laughing as he tries to keep his head in between your neck. “I need a break, Joshua. We’ve been at it nonstop for hours.”

He grabs the hand pushing against his chest, smirking at your struggle to get it out of his grasp. “You didn’t give me a break when I oh so kindly asked for one.” He brings your hand to his mouth, kissing your fingertips as he gauges your reaction. You scoff and sit up slightly. “Hey I gave you a cool down, and besides I did all the work that time. Give me some credit.”

Joshua shakes his head in amusement, propping himself up so his head was in his hand as his hand keeps hold of yours. “I hope you did enjoy yourself. I surely did.”

You grin, amused at his current demeanor. “Oh I most certainly did. To be honest, I didn’t know you had it in you.”

He grins as well, mischief appearing. “Didn’t have it in me to do what? To make you say my name like a prayer?” You smack his arm, a small oof leaving his lips. “You know what I mean.” You look down to his chest, focusing on the purple glow coming from it. “... but that too I suppose.”

“If it’s any consolation, I was very nervous.” You cast your eyes back at him, shock strung on your face. His eyes focus on you, the softness of his gaze making your heartbeat just a tad faster. “All I want is to love you properly, and it is my duty to ensure that you receive that love in full. If I couldn’t love you in moments of intimacy, I think I’d go mad.”

His nervous admission was precious, and it made you happy. Joshua and you have been close for so long, and to know he had felt just as nervous soothes you. You bring your hands to his forehead, brushing the strands of sweaty hair away. You then cup his cheeks and bring his head down for a gentle kiss. Leaning your head against his forehead, you let your hands travel to the beautiful hair at the nape of his neck. “I promise you I have never felt so loved in my life.” You place another kiss on his lips. “Only you can love me in the way that I need.” You kiss the apples of his cheeks. “You could never disappoint me, especially when the love I receive comes from you.” You then kiss right under his ear lobe and speak in a whisper. “And if it's any consolation, I didn’t sense your nervousness. You exude confidence.” You snicker a little bit, causing Joshua to pull away to look at you. “Especially since you tried to basically fold me in half.”

Joshua groans, and throws half his body on you, head hiding into your neck and an arm around your torso. You throw your head back into the pillow, laughing fully with your chest. Joshua lightly smacks your backside, more as a signal to quiet down as to not wake anyone rather than in embarrassment. You start wheezing as you try to calm down, the memory of Joshua trying to push your legs back against your body making it hard to. It had caused you to curse out, a muscle pulled in your thigh and him apologizing profusely as he massaged it back to good health. Looking back, you know it would be a silly memory you both could laugh at.

“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to.” Joshua says, his voice muffled as he buries his face deeper. “I admit I got carried away.”

You chuckle. “I know I’m flexible, just not THAT flexible.”

You feel him vibrate as his muffled laugh travels before he sits back up into his last position, only letting his hand go to the marks he had left on your neck and chest. He traces them, circling his fingertip on each hickey he had brought to light. “Maybe I really did get carried away…” You can barely hear him, his voice almost nonexistent as he mutters. “Do they hurt?”

You are taken aback, a little surprised he would even ask that given that he had a few hickeys on his neck as well and scratch marks that run along his back. Your silence convinces him and he places his hand over the mark above your collarbone, an orange glow lighting around his hand. It takes you a minute before you smack his hand away, shaking your head vigorously. “Don’t you dare try and remove the marks you blessed me with. Do you not like seeing them?”

“No, of course not.” Joshua says quickly, hand still in the air after you’d smacked it away. “I apologize for my hastiness.”

You take his hand, kissing the back of it before putting his palm against your face. “I’m in no pain, I can assure you.” Your other hand goes to trace the purplish pink blemishes on his neck, copying his earlier movements. “Would you want to get rid of yours?”

“Absolutely not.” He speaks immediately, a shiver running down his spine as you push on one of his hickeys, the ache feeling more like bliss. You hum, engaging in his reaction. You love how sensitive he is; every touch and stroke upon his body makes him squirm in your hold. It is endearing, as well as mesmerizing.

“If you keep touching me like that, you won’t be getting that break.” Joshua breathes out, both enjoying your touches and cursing you for the hold you have on him; his will being shaped by your gestures.

You feign innocence, acting like what he said didn’t have an effect on you. You continue touching his chest as the hand still holding onto his lets go to grip on his waist, squeezing his skin causing him to jolt with a gasp. “Hey!”

You laugh and continue to do it, making him laugh hysterically as you tickle him. He tries grabbing for your hand, but your previously occupied hand on his chest grabs his hands, holding onto both of them as you continue your attack. He releases grunts and is moving his body frantically to try and get away. Next thing you both know, he is on the floor.

“Oh Founder! Are you okay?” You panic, climbing off the bed to see the damage you caused.

With a sigh, Joshua smiles. “I’m alive, even after your attempt to murder me.”

“I would do no such thing!” You huff before pulling him up. You both are, once again, laying back down on the bed flat on your backs. The sleepiness is starting to set in and you can feel your eyes start to shut, when all of a sudden you feel hot air hitting your ear. You turn your head, eyes fully shut. “What?”

“Lie closer to me.”

“Our shoulders are literally touching.” You say, sleep seeping into your words.

Joshua groans. “You know what I mean. Let me hold you.”

Without a peep from you, Joshua rolls you to your side so you face him and brings you into his arms. He squeezes you to him, cradling your head in one arm and the other pushing your body into his. You groan, the heat from his body heating yours to almost unbearable lengths. “You’re too hot.”

He chuckles. “I don’t care. You are going to let me embrace you after the number you did on me.”

“I didn’t mean to push you off the bed.” You whine, kicking your feet against his legs to get back at him for his attitude.

He chuckles and reaches down to your butt, giving it a light squeeze.“I was talking about our love making but that’s a good excuse too.”

“Can I adjust at least?” You ask, already starting to shift. Joshua hums and lays on his back, letting you scoot into side. Arm around his torso and the other held close to your chest, you lay your head down against his chest. His heartbeat is steady; a calming rhythm that’s lulling you to sleep.

Joshua watches as you slip away, sweet hums vibrating from your chest as you sleep. All he can think is how pretty you look in your sleep, especially with your messy post-sex hair and slightly swollen lips. He could watch you sleep forever, but sleep was starting to take hold of him as well. He kisses your forehead, whispering a goodnight before he enters dreamland.

And you both sleep soundly as signs of life start to pick up outside; with shops getting ready for the day and the hustle and bustle of people taking the streets of Dalimil.

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hangmanssunnies · 1 year

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Green, Green, Green

Summary: You haven't had a very good Saint Patrick's Day. Somehow your neighbor Jake "Hangman" Seresin makes it all better, and also so much worse.

Pairings: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Reader

Word count: 2k

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Warnings: Pining, Unrequited crush, Saint Patrick's Day, Neighbors, Smoke Alarms. Please let me know if I missed any.

Author's note: Thank you so much if you take the time to read my work. I hope you enjoy it. My inbox is always open if you want to let me know your thoughts. Reblogs with your thoughts, opinions, and tags are gold to me. I love reading through them.

Sometimes in life, you just have to accept maybe you're never going to be happy. Today was one of those days that vividly reminded you of that fact. It felt like everything that could go wrong had gone wrong. Not only was it one of those days, but it was Saint Patrick's Day to top it all off. By the time you got home, the few small decorations in your condo felt mocking, and throwing them away hadn't helped to improve your mood.

After holding it in all day, you finally sat on the couch, ready to let the emotions of the day wash over you. Only a few minutes later, you heard it. A basketball game, the sound blasting right through the wall so loud it was unignorable. You are well aware that you and your neighbor shared this wall in your duplex, but typically it was a sound range deemed acceptable for a sharded wall. Something you could live with and had accepted.

Today though, this was louder than ever, and hearing a loud March Madness basketball game on St. Patrick's Day was the last possible thing you could handle. You take a few minutes trying to compose yourself, instead though, you felt anger spark in you so bright it was unignorable. Then before you know it, you were out your door and knocking strongly.

It took a few minutes before the door opened, and you had forgotten just how hot your neighbor was. Jake Seresin was tall and broad, and you had never seen him supporting anything besides a classic clean cut look. He didn't look that different than normal, but he certainly looked more casual than you were custom to. Typically you didn't interact with him much; you actually avoided him because he was one of those people that were overwhelming. He always supported wide smiles and flirty remarks exuding a sure confidence. And today, the way his green teeshirt and soft hair that clearly hadn't been touched with gel as it dried, looking picturesque and happy like he had the perfect Saint Paddy's Day, you hated him a little bit.

"Oh hey, clover," Jake says, his lips quirking up in a fond smile.

"Clover? Come on, Jake. No, I'm your neighbor, the one from next door."

"Yeah, I know who you are," Jake says, rolling his eyes. Then he lifts a hand and brushes it over his cheekbone, matter-a-factly adding, "You have a piece of four leaf clover glitter right here. It's cute though, a very festive clover."

You copy his motion brushing your cheek, trying to find the glitter piece, not sure where it could have come from. When you glance back at Jake, he is shaking his head, motioning to the other cheek. You felt a flash of embarrassment burn in your chest, quickly brushing your other cheek as well. Jake shook his head in response again. Then he reaches up, giving you time to move away if you choose to; however, you are frozen in place. His knuckles settle against your skin while his thumb presses gently near the corner of your left eye. The moment is quick, hardly more than a second or two. However, it feels like an eternity to you.

Gaining your bearings, Jake is already leaning back against the side of his door. His arms crossing over his chest, making his biceps bulge. Your eyes snap back to his green ones, and you refocus on why you were here.

"Thank you. Sorry to bother you, but can you please turn down your TV? It's blasting." Internally you try not to curse over how the niceties you didn't really feel inside spill from your mouth, cushioning your words.

"Sure thing. Sorry about that. You know you could have just texted me," Jake says, quirking an eyebrow with a shrug. He said the words so casually, like it would be obvious you have his number. He said it as if everyone in the world just gets their phone, and it automatically has Lieutenant Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin's phone number added to the contacts app.

"Just turn it down, please," you sigh.

"I will. Again, I'm sorry about that. Do you have some big St. Patrick's Day plans I was interrupting?"

"No, I just wanted to go to bed."

"Oh no, did your work hours change?" He asks.

"Same as they've been. I'm just tired, you know?"

"Yeah, I totally understand that, Clover."

"No, Jake. Clover is not the cute sweet name that you think it is."

"I think it is, actually, Clover," he tells you with a wide grin.

"Well, have a good night," you say, taking a small step backward, trying to end the conversation.

"If you decide you're not tired, please feel free to come over later. Some people are going to come over for dinner, and we were going to watch the games. I'm sorry about that. I didn't think it would be a bother on a holiday Friday. I'll pivot us out to the bar after dinner, though. Just text me if it gets too loud. It takes me almost twenty eight minutes exactly to get everyone into the taxi for the bar."

"Have you been timing yourself?" You ask jokingly.

"Yeah, of course. There have been several trials and drills, all meticulously timed from when the taxi is ordered, which is a contributing factor. I shaved off six whole minutes when I figured out the proper order to hang people's coats in the closet. It was a real game changer." Jake answers you very seriously, which makes you laugh a little at him. It's much too close to a giggle for your liking, though.

"Thanks for the offer, but I'm going to bed. You don't have to change your plans, though. I'll just go to my room and wear some headphones."

"It's an open invite," he reminds you.

"I'll keep that in mind. Thank you," You answer, taking another step back and raising your hand in a wave goodbye. As you do, a smoke alarm starts going off behind Jake. His eyes widen, and his smile drops. Spinning on his heel, Jake rushes back into his house, leaving his door wide open.

Concerned, you nervously follow inside after him. Noticing the shoe racks and small mud areas, you quickly toe out of your shoes, rushing in to help him. Jake's condo is an odd mirror of your own. Set up in nearly the same design but not wholly in the ways you were expecting. His kitchen is placed on the far side of the condo while yours joined the living room a bit more open.

Loud cursing leads you to him, and instinctually you open windows, trying to clear out the smoke. Jake is beating a newspaper toward the smoke alarm trying to clear out the smoke and get the device to stop its piercing shrill.

"What's on fire?" You ask, looking around the kitchen.

"The cabbage. I put it out in the sink." In the sink, you see the charred charcoal in a pan that remains of the leaves. Seeing a magazine, you stand near the window waving it, trying to bring new air into the space.

"What are you making?"

"It's Saint Patrick's Day. I'm, of course, making corned beef and cabbage."

"I see… is this your first time making it?" You are shocked that Jake looks almost sheepish. His shoulders hunching lightly with a slight grimace.

"It is, but I thoroughly read the directions. However, got cocky and thought I could try and roast the cabbage instead. I made that choice freestyle, though– no recipe. I just didn't want soggy cabbage that falls apart."

"Ahh well, if you want it crunchier, you just wilt it for a few minutes before eating. Also, you should really throw a lid on your corn beef and add more broth, or Guinness beer, or whatever you're using. It's going to dry out otherwise."

"Woah, are you secretly a chef?" He asks you curiously. The smoke mostly cleared out. Now you drift back to the kitchen trying to gauge what else he might be a little off on.

"Sorry for the unsolicited advice. But I've definitely cooked a few corned beefs in my life."

"I appreciate it. Personally, as great of an independent study I am, having a teacher really makes a world of difference."

"I'm sure you say that to all the girls," you tease.

"I don't," he answers thoughtfully, leaving the smoke alarm that had finally quieted. "Do you think I should, though? Would asking someone how to cook something be a pick up line?"

"I couldn't tell you. Let's focus on your dinner and make sure you have some edible dinner for your friends when they get here."

"Yes, Ma'am," Jake says, opening a drawer. You watch as he pulls out a notepad made of grid paper and a green pen that he clicks three times before leaving it poised on the page.

Offering advice quickly starts to become supervising Jake as he remedies the dish. Constantly stopping to take down notes whenever you happen to say something that he thinks is helpful. You aren't entirely sure how it happens, but you go from explaining why it's important to check the potatoes since they were added so late in his cooking process to talking about movies and books you two have read and enjoyed lately. Then starting to spiral even further into a story about the first time Jake saw Tristan & Isolde.

"Honestly, Clover, you are a lifesaver and my hero. I gotta pay you back for this." Jake eventually says after checking his apple watch and muttering the time to himself.

"No payment needed. I was just doing the neighborly thing. If you ever need a cup of sugar, don't hesitate to let me know," you laugh, trying to redirect his gratitude away, so it wasn't shining on you so directly.

"No really, it would have been embarrassing to offer people inedible dinner. Actually, you should come over tonight free drinks, food, and I have this friend I would love to introduce you to. Y'all are going to get on like a grease fire, I'm sure of it."

You feel suddenly hollow at Jake's words, a startling reminder of reality. Jake really was like the sun catching things in his gravity and constantly pulling, shifting, and bending reality and time.

"Maybe some other time, Jake." You answer as sweet and levelly as you can. "I really gotta go, but y'all have fun tonight."

"Okay, next time then," he says with his eyes slightly narrowed but otherwise leaving it. He walks with you back through his house, waiting as you put your shoes back on.

"Thank you for taking off your shoes. I would have hated to mop again today. Thank you for helping me, not just with the dinner but the smoke too. That was super kind of you."

"No problem. Now, don't lift that lid until people show up and are ready to eat."

"I won't. I took good notes on the directions, I promise." He answers you, holding open the door for you.

"I know. Have a good night Jake." You say, passing through the door and heading back to your own house.

"Happy St. Paddy's Day!" He calls after you.

You just throw a hand up in acknowledgment and close your door. When you make it back to your living room, you can no longer hear Jake's TV. You do follow through with your plans, boarding yourself up in your room with headphones on, trying to forget the day and your blossoming attraction to your neighbor. Later that night, when you find yourself having to check the mail, you are startled to find a glass Tupperware on your front porch with leftovers all bundled together in a beeswax cloth.

On top was a small note card with a detailed four leaf clover drawn on it. On the back side, in a flowing cursive, Jake had written: Thank you, Clover. The short note followed by his name. Running your fingers over the drawing, you feel the little crush you had become a CRUSH. Developing a real, tangible attachment to an unattainable uninterested man feels like the cherry on top of your bad day. It's also, unfortunately, a problem you don't think sleep and a weekend off work will fix. Yes, you're without a doubt doomed to not be happy, and Jake is the worst reminder of it yet.

#jake seresin x you #jake seresin x reader #hangman x you #hangman x reader #top gun imagine

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enstarriedownbad · 10 months

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Izumi Sena x F!reader

! Minors DNI

Genre: smut

Tags: dom!Izumi, reverse yandere (?), unrequited love (?), beach, rough, semi-public

Note: This is part 2 of my first Izumi smut fic link here

Plot: Trickstar and Knights invite you to the beach after you cleared the misunderstanding between you and Izumi. However, both of you don't know how to interact anymore. Maybe "having fun" at the beach together will fix your relationship?

Words: 4,084

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Your friends are playing board games in the shades of the beach umbrellas. And some others are playing beach volleyball, and then there's Ritsu. Sleeping. Makoto is playing the team sport, too. Apparently, his team just won the game. Izumi is witnessing a few of Makoto's teammates hugging him after winning. Yet somehow, Izumi doesn't feel jealous. Sure, he'd like to be part of the moment, but it feels platonic. He'd rather support him from the sides while wearing Trickstar merch or so. As for Leo, he's still true to himself, laughing out loud, teasing Tsukasa while they're playing Uno. But Izumi isn't looking at Leo right now. His eyes are drawn to someone else: you.

You seem busy playing with the other boys. Your smile looks radiant, even from afar. 'Who is it you are talking to?', he wonders. You only greeted him after you arrived, and now it seems you won't even look at him. What is it that he is feeling? Is it anger? Frustration, maybe? He needs to figure it out.

"What do you think you're doing?" Izumi asks you out of the blue. "Why are you..." he sighs. "You know what, just come and follow me."

You oblige. He brings you further apart from the rest of the group. Makoto and Leo exchange a silly "we did it" eye contact when seeing the two of you walk away on the sand, unaware of what happened last time.

It seems Izumi wants to talk to you on a one-to-one, even willing to walk a bit far away from the others to get some privacy. Thank goodness he finally takes action to have a chat with you. It has gotten really awkward between you two after last time. And a few weeks already passed without contacting each other.

You two get behind a rock on the beach. Izumi doesn't fail to make you feel intimidated as he corners you behind it, making your back's skin get in contact with the harsh material. Izumi even asserts himself even more by placing his arm right on top of you. It looks like there is no way out of this conversation...

"So you're just gonna pretend... Whatever. You are not fooling anyone, and you're definitely not fooling me," he says aggressively.

"What do you mean?" you ask timidly.

"You haven't even looked at me the entire day yet you said you like me?" he responds. "You kept smiling for the others, though. That's not what I call love."

"That's because..." you mutter.

"Because what? I can't hear you," he asks while getting his face closer to yours.

"Because I know you don't even like me back..." you reply. "So I don't know how to react around you."

"Hmm... Sounds like a lie to me," he doesn't back down. "I know how it feels to go through an unrequited love, yet you don't---"

"Do you really, though?" you cut him.

"What?" he replies while strongly staring at you.

"Do you really love someone romantically? For Makoto, or for Leo, it looks more like friendship, if anything."

Izumi looks down on you with a cold gaze.

"Really? Then, Miss I-know-better-than-you, go ahead and enlighten me," he sarcastically says, mad about the fact that you doubt his feelings.

You take a few seconds to think about your answer. Some waves hit the rock. Its sound is relaxing. The sun is not too bright, and the sky seems bluer than earlier. And the others can't see you thanks to the location. The setting looks perfect for this moment. You take your chance.

"When you love someone, you want to be with them all the time," you say.

"I know. That's why I even kidnapped Makoto once, even though I'm not really proud of it..."

"You want to make them smile," you say.

"Been there, done that. Why do you think I've been helping Leo after a certain event?"

"You want them to be only yours..."

"I agree. Is that why you're pissed off right now? Because the person I'm into is not you?"

"You feel flustered when they're too close to you..." you say while avoiding looking into his eyes.

"I kno-" Izumi stops himself. After hearing what you said, he takes a good look at you. He finally realizes that you are blushing right now and can't keep eye contact with him. And it is all his fault, as he put himself this close to you in order to intimidate you. It is no wonder you are all red. After all, you love him. And he knows that. Nonetheless, with your feelings being so obvious now, the man is wondering why he put himself in a situation like this. He's so close to the woman that likes him, plus it had to be in this position. How can he not be flustered? Of course, he is. He is a man, after all. He's no exception. He seems to be slightly blushing. He thinks you look stupid to be all awkward around him. But, he also thinks you look somewhat cute, and your swimsuit is definitely something that man likes to see. He takes a longer look at your outfit and body from up close.

Even before your last interaction in the hotel, Izumi realizes you weren't distant with him like he thought, but rather shy. And even more shy when it was just the two of you. Yet you were always so sweet to him.

Well. It looks like he is curious, -or just simply put- interested in you. But Izumi, being Izumi, he won't admit it to himself. He would rather lie to himself and to others about his true feelings because of his ego. Now, he is afraid the next thing you'll say will make him realize something. You better not say one more word.

You don't even notice the switch in the nature of Izumi's gaze as you stopped directly looking into his eyes. So, you continue to prove yourself to him.

"When you love them, you--" Izumi stops you from continuing your sentence as he suddenly kisses you.

He goes all the way in, with his tongue intertwining with yours. You let out a small noise from the surprise. Izumi continues passionately kissing you. He grabs you by the waist while keeping his pace as steady as possible. His grip on your body gets stronger, and his lips don't seem to want to leave yours. His knee finds its way between your thighs, grinding into your sensitive area. That's it. He has desires.

Izumi backs up, panting, looking at you with redness all over his cheeks. You are the same, sweating and looking at him with doe eyes. He just wanted to make you shut up. Surely, there could have been another way. But now, he... No. He doesn't want to review his opinion. The man assumes changing his mind would make him look dumb and indecisive, even though it would be the opposite. He would rather continue with his lie.

"That's only a fraction of the love you'll never get," he lies while unable to look at you in the eyes anymore. "That's how I would kiss a person I love. Is that enough proof for you now?"

You feel discouraged by his words right after he just did this to you out of the blue. 'That was how much he loves someone', you think, wishing that were you.

On the other hand, Izumi looks at you in disbelief, unaware of the nature of what he is feeling right now. Surely, he felt the same with whom he "loves", right? He just didn't notice it, right? Izumi starts doubting his feelings. But that's when his own body gives him a hint. Outside of the blushing, another compelling piece of evidence can be found: he's rock-hard at this very moment. And the object of his desires is right here, in front of him, expecting to be told to go to hell or so.

"Turn around," he says.

"Why?" you ask.

"Just do it."

You do as he says.

"Now put your hands in front of you."

You place your hands against the rock.

"You're really doing anything I ask you to, huh?" he says while pressing himself onto you from behind.

Now, you can definitely feel something poking against your back. You slightly turn your head around to face him.

"Hm... Don't get any wrong ideas," he whispers in your right ear. "But I'm like 'this' because of you. I can't go back to everyone in this state. You should take care of it since it's all your fault."

Everything is telling you that he got hard thinking of someone else while kissing you, but you don't even care right now, you just want Izumi.

"...Sure," you reply, knowing what will happen next.

Izumi doesn't wait for a second and lowers down the bottom part of your swimsuit, gets his cock out of his own, and places his tip at your entrance.

"I'm going to ravage your insides from behind. I'm guessing that's okay with you since you really are a..." he stops mid-way. "Since I already did it last time, right?"

"Yes...," you answer, somehow surprised that he only subtly insulted you compared to last time.

With his hands placed on both of your hips, Izumi slides himself inside you. It definitely hurts since just a minute ago, you weren't expecting him to take you from behind. But it feels good. It's so nice to be connected again. Your two bodies were longing for each other. Simply having him in you gets you aroused.

"Hm? Did you just get wet only from me penetrating you?" Izumi rhetorically asks. "I can't say I'm not flattered, though, but now I..." He doesn't finish his sentence but his dick speaks on his behalf, hardening inside you. "Then, I hope you're ready for what's coming."

Izumi begins ramming into your folds from behind while holding onto your hips. Every thrust is as hard as last time. You get fully wet in no time. His length presses against your sensitive spots every time he moves. You can't help but moan.

"Shhh, you don't want someone to hear us," Izumi tells you while fastening the pace.

Although you need to keep your voice down, feeling Izumi's hands on your skin, as well as his cock sketching your walls with his every thrust makes you let out some more high-pitched sounds.

"Izumi...!" you quietly moan.

To your surprise, Izumi doesn't tell you to stop and he even whimpers from pleasure as well. Small "ahhn"s or "mmnh"s keep leaving his mouth more and more frequently. You never knew faint sounds like these could sound so hot and provocative. His voice sounds so deep yet relaxing. His timbre, his pitch, everything about his voice makes you fall more deeply in love with him. His moans became your new favorite melody for sure.

Now, the sea is not the only wet noise you can hear: Izumi is making a mess out of you right now. What first started quite dry quickly became a mix of bodily fluids thanks to your shared lust. Both of you really seem into it. Every time he thrusts in and out of you, you feel yourself losing it. You want to leave everything to him. You want him to go even rougher.

"Ahh... mmh," Izumi moans. "I'm close... mnh... Y/N," he says as you can feel his precum coming out, making your cunt even more slippery. "Yea just like that..." he groans.

The fact that he finally pronounced your name while moaning with pleasure was such a welcomed sound to your ears that it made your body tighten around his cock. Izumi keeps fucking you from behind, with his thighs aggressively bumping against your cheeks. The man keeps hitting your cervix with his dick as if he were trying to claim more of you. You feel your mind losing it, approaching your climax as well.

"Izumi... ah Izumi... Izumi..." you moan gradually louder. "You can... do it inside... Today is a safe day."

"hahh... Really? Then, I won't pass on this offer," he tells you while groaning and thrusting quicker.

You arch your back from the pleasure, making him bend over you as a result. From this angle, you can definitely see his hips thrusting in and out of you rapidly.

"mhhn. I'm going to... cum..." Izumi says while giving his last thrusts.

"ha hahn~ Izumi!" you moan out loud while cumming.

With his dick pressed against your end, Izumi strengthens his grip on your hips, moves your body even closer to his, and has an orgasm inside your walls. His semen feels you up from the inside. The sensation is so exquisite that your mind goes numb for a minute, only able to concentrate on his cum.

Once he is done with his orgasm, your heat keeps his member warm, still feeling very aroused. After he finally pulls out, your legs get so weak from the intercourse that you fall on all fours on the floor without Izumi's support.

"Don't tell me that you thought I would be done with you in only one round," he says while grinning and going on his knees behind you. "You want to be taken doggy style, huh? Typical of you, if I may. But that side of you is also making me..."

You assume he wanted to say "mad" or "disgusted," but he meant something else, something that has to do with how much he wants you right now, already rutting against you.

Izumi quickly sinks into your heat again, not able to wait.

"I'm gonna put my hands over your mouth if you can't be quiet. I don't want you to moan my name out loud again like you did earlier," he says. "Not that I mind, but..." he whispers as he puts his hand over your mouth. "I don't want other people to hear us."

"Mhh," you can only reply as your ability to speak just got restricted.

While the lower part of his body is busy messing up with your folds and making a mess out of you, Izumi uses his hands to play with your body. With his other hand that is not over your mouth, your loved one uses his fingers to brush over your back all the way down, making you feel all tingly. His hand caressing your skin makes you feel so good. You two were already 'one' after Izumi put his length inside of you, but somehow, having his skin against your own makes this moment feel even more intimate.

Then, Izumi pauses and gets his mouth close to your ear.

"Prepare yourself," he whispers in a deep timbre.

The man bends his back over you, trapping you below him as he resumes his thrusts, way more aggressively, with a hand on your hips. Now, the loudest sound is neither the sea, nor the radio music from the beach or your voice, but the wet noises coming out of you both.

"Mhhn," you mumble under his hand as he's pounding you from behind.

"Don't come now," he tells you as he moves his hand over your thighs, reaching for your clit.

Once he gets there, the male begins rubbing it along with his rapid thrusts, making you unable to resist long. You can't help but moan even though Izumi's hand remains firmly against your mouth.

"Just a bit longer..." he says while enjoying your faint noises.

While you struggle not to come immediately even though your body longs for it, Izumi doesn't go soft on you and continues going harder and harder against your sensitive spots.

"oh yea..." Izumi moans against his breaths. "Just like that..."

All your brain can focus on is Izumi, you want him to let it all out right now. His close embrace is also making your body temperature reach high grounds. Tears are forming in your eyes from the pleasure.

"Nhg. I'm... gonna... cum," Izumi says as his shaft is hitting against your cervix as if it were a punching ball.

Your moans are vibrating against the palm of his hand.

"Hahh, Y/N...!"

Following his moans, Izumi cums deep inside you, releasing all of his semen in your womb. More than just filling you up again, the feeling is even better. And you are not the only one moaning, Izumi definitely is, too. 'ah's and its variations keep leaving his mouth.

"Good..." he whispers.

You can feel his cock twitching, letting even more sperm enter you. You thought you couldn't get any hotter after Izumi shared his body heat with yours in a late summer afternoon, but his liquid is definitely on the hotter side, warming you even more. Maybe you feel a bit too hot now.

As soon as Izumi pulls out, the two of you lay on the sand, panting. That was quite the experience for sure. He was not kidding when he said he'd ravage your insides.

Izumi unconsciously looks at you with a devoted gaze, to which you return the same love stare. But Izumi only realizes now that you two have been silently staring at each other for a solid minute.

"I-" he doesn't know where to start, "Let's go back to the others. We've been out for a while now. They may be wondering where we are."

"Yea, but give me a second to..." you say while panting, "rest a bit..."

Izumi recognizes that you are tired. Specifically, because of him. He finally lets a bit of his pride go, 'just for now,' he tells himself. But you know how Izumi is with those he loves, right? His affection shows no limit. And it's the same for you now.

Izumi stands up and holds out his hand to you. He sighs.

"Come on, let's cool off in the water. I'll help you," he tells you nonchalantly.

He's taken aback by the fact that he wants to take care of you, as if it was a natural thing. But by now, he thinks he has an idea of what he feels for you.

You take his hand, and the two of you walk toward the sea. Izumi helps you get in the water, slowly. Your body and your legs specifically are so tired that you trip over.

Luckily for you, Izumi was looking out for you and caught you before you fell head-first into the water. Looks like you are now in his embrace, with his arms clasping you, pressing your head against his chest.

The sea is so refreshing. His tight hug feels safe. This moment is so soothing. But you know it will not last long. After all, he told you he doesn't like you and did all this to prove a point. If anything, it hurts to love him. You want to enjoy each and every moment you share with him, even if it is bittersweet at the end.

"Izumi..." you initiate the dialogue.

"Hm?" he replies gently for once.

"Can we stay like this just a bit longer?" you ask as you cling to him, not wanting to overthink about how he doesn't reciprocate your feelings.

It doesn't take him long to decide. Of course he wants to be close to you right now. Because on his side, he realized the true nature of his inquisitiveness toward you.

"I can do that for you, Y/N," he replies gently while obviously sounding enthusiastic about the idea, holding you tighter.

The two of you stay like this for a moment, enjoying each other's presence and feeling your fling growing stronger.

The sun is about to set now. Maybe a quarter of an hour passed?

"... ...Y/N", you vaguely hear.

"...YN.."

"Mh?" you reply a bit groggy after resting against Izumi for a while.

"Maybe we should go back now. The others must be wondering where we went."

"Okay..." you reply while you two get out of the water. "Ah, it's so cold!" you say as you leave the warm water only to be met with a cold wind.

You shiver from the temperature difference and put your arms around you. One look was enough for Izumi.

"You wait in the water, I'll quickly get you a towel back there," he kindly orders as he goes back to where Trickstar and the rest of Knights are.

While waiting in the water flow, you see a few men approaching you. They look a bit too enthusiastic, probably drunk.

"Guys, this girl over there, she's pretty cute right? She's mine," you can hear in the distance.

"Not if I seduce her before you" another one replies. "I can do that without even trying. And you got no rizz anyway."

"Then, let's see which one of us pulls her first."

"Hi there," one of them reaches out to you as they get closer, "are you alone? Wanna join us?"

"... Sorry but--"

"That's not how you approach a lady, dumbass. Let me show you how to do it," one says to his friends while cutting you off. "So, miss, do you have a boyfriend?"

"I... I don't," you reply, after remembering that although you seem closer to Izumi after your discussion, he definitely made sure to let you know that you don't own his heart.

"Then, how about I keep you company? You and I, let's have a nice time together at the beach," he asks.

"I don't know about that, I came with my friends," you reply while getting anxious as you are a bit away from the group.

"Hmm. I don't see anyone around here right now... So come with us. We want to have fun with you," another one suggests.

He even goes as far as grabbing your arm to get you out of the water.

"Come on, quit being so tense and follow us," he says as he gets you on the sand.

"... What are you doing to my girlfriend? Do you want to die?" Izumi says as he pulls the guy away from you and places himself between you and the other men. "She's already with me. Back. Off. Now," he shoos them away with a death stare.

After they leave, he turns around to face you.

"Geez, I leave you alone for two minutes, and you already need my help?" he complains while wrapping you in a towel. "I don't want you to get a cold," he says affectionately.

You look at him in awe. There is no way you would accept someone taking him from you when he acts so considerate towards you right now.

"Izumi?" you initiate.

"Mh?"

"I love you," you confess again. "I will try to win your heart, even if it is taken right now. "

"Y/N, I think I--"

"So this is where you were!" a voice says in the distance.

"We went looking for you two after you left for so long," Makoto appears before you.

"Yuu-kun!" Izumi calls out to him.

"Wait. Izumi-san and Y/N-chan," he smirks. "Seeing you two like this, do you happen to... To be a thing?" your friend asks, hopeful, as he tries to help you get closer to Izumi.

"Me and Y/N...?" Izumi replies. "We..."

Before he gets to reply, some of the other guys join you.

"N-never mind, I was just joking," he brushes it off, not wanting to put you or Izumi on a spot in front of everyone.

"Then~ Now that we've found them, let's go back to our hotel! ☆" Leo suggests.

"Who is gonna carry Ritsu-senpai to the HOTEL, though?" Tsukasa asks.

"Don't tell me that guy is still sleeping?" Izumi replies, annoyed.

"Yea... Even though the sun is about to set, Ritsu still feels a bit tired after being exposed to the sun for so long. I guess I'll have to carry him on my back," Mao sighs.

"Waa, Sari, you're such a good friend! ☆" Subaru adds.

"Then, let's go back to Sakuma and the others," Hokuto concludes.

Your little group begins leaving the area. The others walk in front of you. You and Izumi are behind them.

"What about you, Y/N? Don't you feel tired?" Izumi asks, sweetly. "Here, take my hand," the one you love says as he hands out his hand to you again.

You gladly accept his offer. You two walk hand in hand as the sunset colors the sea in orange hues.

Next chapter preview: "Eh..? What are you doing here Y/N? This isn't your room."

"I know."

"And why are you still dressed like this?"

(Could change)

HIIIIIIIIIIIIII 👤💛✨️🔆✴️💫

I missed yall!!!! Sorry, I was so busy irl omg wtf! 👤

So that was the long awaited part 2! Guess what? I'm gonna write a part 3 too 👤💖 The plot is so fun to write for honestly (or more like, we can fix Izumi.) 👤🖤

Next is gonna be Leo, or Kuro, or part 3, idk!!! 👤⁉️ Tell me which one you've been waiting for, and I'll write it soon enough 👤‼️

Love yall 👤💯❤️

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florenceafternoon · 5 months

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━。゜✿ jily fic recommendations ✿ ゜。━

Another one because I'm on summer break and spend my days reading about how it's them in every universe. Like the last one, this post is for AU fic recs but I made this post for fics set in the canon universe.

For reference, anything in italics is taken from the summaries on ao3.

At The Beginning by @inthe-afterglows

Historical AU in which "Lily's life is changed forever when she takes a morning stroll through the woods and ends up in 1745 - two hundred years in the past."

Or an Outlander / Anastasia AU

Love, love love! Do yourself a favour and listen to Timeless when reading this. I can not express with words how much I loved this one

Faint Hearts and Fair Ladies by @thejilyship

Historical AU where "Sir Lupin heroically gets the royal family out of a castle under siege. Now the three royals and their knight find themselves running for their lives through the forest. James and Lily's tenuous relationship will be tested, as secrets come out and emotions run high."

Or a Robin Hood AU in which they strive to do better

It's got a well-rounded plot and great world-building with incredible characterisations. The interpersonal communication between James and Lily does a great job of acknowledging how James, while being physically present was emotionally absent. The author explores his grief and makes it a point to note that while it explains his behaviour, it doesn’t excuse it. Despite this, through it all, I was rooting for them. Also, the relationship between the Black brothers was so well written. All of the side characters felt valuable to the story and were dynamic. Overall a really good read! Shout out to big brother Harry and baby Gracie ❤︎ ❤︎ ❤︎

Fighting the Odds also by @/thejilyship

Hunger Games AU

In which Moody as Haymitch Abernathy is the greatest casting of all time.

certain sharp things by @thequibblah

Historical AU in which "all the other customary marks on James’s body have been made either aboard his ship, his fear abated by cheap spirits, or in foreign ports. But this, they all said, this, his promotion to captain, this deserves ink from the Portsmouth tattooist’s hand."

Or a tattoo shop AU but make it Regency

holy the air, the water, and the fire; also by @/thequibblah

Avatar AU set against a regency backdrop.

Emphasis on the tag "Big-time Matchmaker Euphemia Potter"

An Alliance with an Earl by fluffernutter8 (on ao3)

Regency AU. "Years after she initially rejected his proposal, Lily Evans finds herself in a situation where James Potter, Earl of Gryffindor, can be of help."

In which Frank Longbottom, accidental matchmaker, is grateful for his very nice bottle of brandy

AO3 is Down by @annabtg

AO3 Status: Delayed emails have been sent out and the Archive is back! Thank you so much to our sysadmin james_ for interrupting his sleep to work on and monitor the situation.

Inspired by this very real Tweet, an alternate universe where the sysadmin is James Potter, and Lily Evans is his supervisor who had to drag him out of bed so he could resolve the problem.

The fact that this came on my dash when archive last crashed -

Golden Love by GwenMontrose (on ao3)

Olympics AU. "Paris 2024. Lily Evans, English tennis star, is ready to face the highest challenge of her career and finally fulfil the dream of winning a gold medal at her first Olympics. Now, if only a certain handsome swimmer wasn't set on wreaking havoc in her life, everything would be very much smoother..."

all the time in the world by @eemolu

Uni AU. "Three seconds. That was how long Lily let herself consider the thought of it, before she pushed it away and forced herself to think of something, anything else. One, there was his mouth, obviously, his lips and how they were slightly chapped and definitely capable of driving her mad by the words that came out of them so she could only imagine what else they could do. Two, his shoulders were broad and he insisted on wearing those stupid threadbare T-shirts so she could see the planes of his chest move beneath them when he laughed or stretched or did anything at all, because apparently she was dealing with some kind of Greek marble statue. Three, his hands, and there was no justification she could give to herself for why they transfixed her that couldn’t be seen with one look at them. And that was three, and she was done."

To quote the notes "james potter is hot and I am looking respectfully."

can you play me a melody by @/ eemoul

Modern (band) AU. James sat in the backseat and tried not to stare. This girl was beautiful. The red hair, the green eyes she’d narrowed at him in the rearview mirror. Not to mention the music she was playing, old folk songs he hadn’t heard since he was a child, and louder than he was used to. People usually turned it down so they could talk about James, and who they knew who loved him, and how he should be living his life better. This girl simply drove, and was beautiful.

I'll be cleaning up bottles with you by k_tron (on ao3)

Muggle modern AU where getting drunk at a new years eve party leads to voicing repressed emotions

fainting for you by dhpanya10 (on ao3)

Modern muggle AU. A meet-ugly in which “you just fainted right in front of me please you need to drink more in this heatwave, and oh wow, it turns out you’re also unfairly pretty/handsome when you aren’t passing out on me”

Namecheck for a Bet by MyThirdGuess (on ao3)

‘So, I know that there are many fans out there wondering, and speculating, where the name of my album came from. I feel like I owe them an explanation, especially considering it just won an award.

‘Gryffindor was the name of my house at the boarding school I attended, and I lost a bet when I was sixteen that if I ever released an album, I would show true house pride and name it after Gryffindor.

‘If you think that’s good, just wait. I lost another bet a year later that I would namecheck four people if I ever won an award. So, James, Sirius, Remus, Peter… this is your namecheck.’

barry, bond, and the blues by @oyprongs

"He and his friends beeline for the rock section, which is strategically placed up front, directly in her eye line. She gets a closer look at him, this way. Messy hair, a strand or two curling behind his specs. The lean shoulders of a boy still in the midst of filling out his frame. Long fingers flicking through the bin of records, the light snick sound filtering through the hum of the fan blowing by her ear."

As someone currently on summer holidays, the vibes in this are immaculate. I recommend listening to Jackie and Wilson while reading this.

Polaroid Muse by DeepWatersWaiting (on ao3)

Modern AU. "At a party with Sirius' art friends, James finds himself unexpectedly becoming the subject of someone's polaroid camera."

Because english literature student james potter is everything

Accidental Reindeer by AidanChase (on ao3)

Lily's holiday plans are cancelled, but luckily -- or unluckily -- her least favourite coursemate from university has invited her to his parent's home in the countryside. He just neglected to mention is parents' grand Christmas gala is actually an ugly jumper party.

Just Pretend by sunshinemarauder (on ao3)

Fame AU. In "Five times actors Lily Evans and James Potter kissed for the cameras, and one time it was unmistakably on purpose."

Andrew Garfield Would Never by Yerawizardbec (on ao3)

“Actually, that's where you're wrong McKinnon, from my extensive field research into the male species, I have concluded that Andrew Garfield would never treat you that badly,” Hestia declared, semi-seriously.

“Oh my god, you're so right, Andrew Garfield would never,”

3 Godrics Row also by @/ Yerawizardbec

Legal AU, written by an actual solicitor - Lily Evans was described by the Legal 500 as 'a breath of fresh air’ and ‘the future of the family bar’ but that didn't matter as she stumbled through the front doors of the Court, 30 minutes later than she had anticipated to. After a stressful, horrendous day, Lily finds herself in a bar with a handsome stranger; she hadn't planned on ever seeing him again, but then he pops up in the last place she ever expected to see him, and she can't help but admit, she might just be falling for James Potter, but does she know who he really is?

PHENOMENAL. I am in desperate need of more jily legal AUs so if anyone has any recs, please share

Two Blind Dates by @moonawrites

Lily has had her fair share of good dates, bad dates, dead boring and dead-end dates. But she has never, in all her life, been on a date and had him say, “This might sound insane, but I think you’re my best mate’s soulmate.”

A Happy Accident by @chierafied

James could never have imagined what a little slip of a tongue during a TV show interview might lead to...

The Wedding Ring by @mppmaraudergirl

What is undeniably worse than attending your sister's wedding looking as desolate and forgotten as a wilted houseplant?

Drunkenly ringing your ex-boyfriend and asking him to be your date.

Or a fake-dating AU in which Petunia is Bridezilla

A classic idiots in love

Mixed Impressions (requires an ao3 account) by @charmingwillow

Modern AU. The first time James Potter met Lily Evans he decked her with a day old, soggy waffle. Things don't go well from there... until they do.

TW: grieving parents

Don't ask me how this works but it's like a slice-of-life but with angst (the ambivalence I know).

#jily fic rec #jily #jple #lily evans #james potter

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TWST Theory : A Way For Yuu to Go Back Home (Deep Analysis Based on Alice in Wonderland and Through The Looking Glass) Part 1

⚠️WARNING⚠️

⚠️CONTAINS SPOILER CHAPTER 7 ⚠️

⚠️VERY LONG THEORY AND CONTAINS MATH. MIGHT GIVE YOU HEADACHE, PROCEED WITH YOUR OWN RISK⚠️

Finally we got some more essential informations from Diasomnia chapter 3 so it's finally time to end this long analysis of TWST Theory : Deep Analysis Based on Alice in Wonderland and Through The Looking Glass . The analysis and theory is longer than I expected so I'll divide it into parts. As for now part 1 of this theory is only about introduction to warm up our brain so it's still easy to understand before I drag you to this rabbit hole of a theory later. This is just my own personal assumptions, analysis and opinions as the fans of Twisted Wonderland and Lewis Carroll's work of Alice in Wonderland and Through The Looking Glass and isn't necessarily right, so please take it with a grain of salt. And as Alice in Wonderland and Through The Looking Glass are full of logic and Math, this final analysis will have Math as well.

Side note : I recommend you to read at least this previous theory first so you'll know what I'm talking about.

Epel: “What is your favorite class?”

Ace: So now you wanna know what I’m actually good at…? Mmm, I wonder what it could be… I guess maybe Enigmics?

Epel: Eh, Enigmics!? That’s one of my weaker classes, so that’s amazing.

Ace: Hah, yeah, there’s a ton of guys who’re not that good at this class, huh～ But hey, I kinda get it.

Ace: Like, when I first saw questions like "Express the strength of this fire magic as an equation," I was super confused.

Ace: But you can figure it out as long as you just remember the formulas to use, right? And…

Ace: There’s also stuff like “Express phenomenon A using this magical formula,” or “Derive the power of magic B using this equation.”

Ace: ‘Cause there’s only one possible answer, I don’t really gotta stress too much.

-From Ace's Broomquet Card-

(Translated by @/mysteryshoptls)

One biggest mystery of Twisted Wonderland that's Yuu's main purpose in the game and something Crowley has been avoiding the whole time to answer is : "How can Yuu go back to their original world?"

We all know that when the first time we play the game we see Dark Mirror with Crowley's voice guiding us to take the hand reflected in the mirror and then this is how we(Yuu) start to enter the world of Twisted Wonderland.

Ortho said there might be "specific conditions" and "coincidence" in order for Yuu to go back home. From what Ace said in his Broomquet card, in Twisted Wonderland, there's something equivalent of Mathematics in our (Yuu's) world called "Enigmics". It's said that a phenomenon in Twisted Wonderland can be expressed in the form of equation/formula in the same way as Math and Physics.

In chapter 7 Diasomnia part 3, it's revealed that Malleus can disturb spacetime. In the prologue, Crowley also said something about spacetime teleportation.

In physics, spacetime is a mathematical model that combines the three dimensions of space and one dimension of time into a single four-dimensional manifold.

So just as "Enigmics" is something to calculate and do some magic with certain formulas and equations like Math and is also claimed to be something that can answer and explain any phenomenon ocuring in Twisted Wonderland just the same as how Physics explain somewhat "magical" phenomenon before the formula was discovered, just like how Lewis Carroll put extreme level Math inside his works of Alice in Wonderland as the logic behind his writing, what if Yana really put some kind of real life Math equation as the concept for Yuu to go back home so that all this time what Yuu seek is actually this equation?

Looking back at my previous character analysis about Crowley having the role of Mad Hatter (and I recommend you to read it), if it's really true that math and physics has influence in Twisted Wonderland then the only reasonable and suitable "condition" that can explain all of this is the spacetime equation, the four number system called "quaternion" that is the main inspiration of Mad Tea Party from Alice in Wonderland. And if Twisted Wonderland is truly based on "Alice in Wonderland" and "Through The Looking Glass and What Alice Found There" by Lewis Carroll, then that would also means that this "quaternion" is actually also a way and a condition for Yuu to go back home.

The Key to Go Back Home : "The Missing Characters of Alice in Wonderland"

Have you ever noticed that despite the name of the game being "Wonderland", we never see some famous characters from Alice in Wonderland like White Rabbit or Mad Hatter? And yet we don't even see those characters in Heartslabyul dorm even though Heartslabyul is the dorm of Alice in Wonderland...

Ortho said each individuals in Twisted Wonderland has different specific conditions.

In reality, Mad Hatter, March Hare and Dormouse which appears in chapter Mad Tea Party from Alice in Wonderland are actually represents three terms of quaternion. In the same way, if Yana really put quaternion inside TWST then that also means we can put twst characters that meet specific conditions into quaternion as well, which means each TWST characters that meet specific conditions to be put inside quaternion will be the key characters for Yuu to go back home.

And those "specific conditions" are the traits/conditions that has connections with the characters that appears in Mad Tea Party from Alice in Wonderland, and those characters are the characters that's hidden by Yana, "The Missing Characters of Alice in Wonderland". Today I'll reveal who those "missing characters of Wonderland" are and also the "key characters" of Twisted Wonderland for Yuu to go back home

Mickey the Dormouse

We will start from the most obvious one which has already been confirmed by Ortho that Mickey is one of the "key characters" for Yuu to go back home.

In Disney Alice in Wonderland, Dormouse is one of the character at the tea party and he is always sleeping inside the teapot.

The dormouse is a nocturnal rodent; its name is derived from the French dormir, thus “sleeping mouse.”

In the newest Diasomnia book 7 chapter 3, it's revealed that everytime Mickey come to that room and interacted with Yuu through the mirror (and finally meet Yuu and Grim in person)those are all happening in his dream when he is sleeping.

Dormouse is also somehow "in a different place" which is inside the teapot. Mickey is in different place from Twisted Wonderland, which is inside/behind the mirror. In addition, if we put some wordplay like Lewis Carroll did in his works, Mickey only appears in ramshackle dorm and not anywhere else. Which makes him the "Dorm Mouse" (Dormouse)

Crowley the Mad Hatter

Not only because of obviously he knows something about the way for Yuu to go back home (and even if he doesn't really know he is in charge of researching it anyway), If you read some of my previous theory mainly from here about Crowley, you might already know that Crowley has Mad Hatter aspect in his character concept besides Diablo (in which makes him both Crow and Raven and thus also met the condition to be associated with Mad Hatter), but I'll give some more explanation and also conclusion from the previous theories about Crowley.

From this analysis I did previously, his name Dire Crowley, are both refers to a raven and a crow. Dire is read "Dia" in Japanese katakana, retconned to have similar pronunciation as "Diaboro"(Diablo) which is the name of Maleficent's raven. In Diasomnia book 7 chapter 3 Yuu, Grim, Silver and Sebek meet Maleficent's minion in Lilia's dream, which wear similar mask like Crowley's that only shows the light of their eyes. There are no official confirmation yet, but this is a strong sign that Crowley might be the minion of Thorn Witch/Thorn Queen, moreover her right hand man, as Diablo is Maleficent's right hand, which makes Crowley also a raven and therefore meet the condition as Mad Hatter from Alice in Wonderland as well, since raven is the key to Mad Hatter riddle, and crow is the key from its sequel, Through The Looking Glass which refers back to quaternion in Alice in Wonderland's Mad Tea Party chapter, both raven and crow are revering to the time itself. More about the explanation of Crowley's name that's associated with Mad Hatter riddle can be found there in this post.

Silver the March Hare

I know what you are thinking, Sliver is just a normal beautiful human and not a hare nor a rabbit fae nor he is born in March but why is he the March Hare?

Just the same way as I did an analysis on Crowley previously, I will need to solve the riddle in Alice in Wonderland first and then I can show you why Silver has the role of March Hare.

The Hatter was the first to break the silence. “What day of the month is it?” he said, turning to Alice: he had taken his watch out of his pocket, and was looking at it uneasily, shaking it every now and then, and holding it to his ear.

Alice considered a little, and then said “The fourth.”

“Two days wrong!” sighed the Hatter. “I told you butter wouldn’t suit the works!” he added looking angrily at the March Hare.

“It was the best butter,” the March Hare meekly replied.

“Yes, but some crumbs must have got in as well,” the Hatter grumbled: “you shouldn’t have put it in with the bread-knife.”

The March Hare took the watch and looked at it gloomily: then he dipped it into his cup of tea, and looked at it again: but he could think of nothing better to say than his first remark, “It was the best butter, you know.”

Alice had been looking over his shoulder with some curiosity. “What a funny watch!” she remarked. “It tells the day of the month, and doesn’t tell what o’clock it is!”

“Why should it?” muttered the Hatter. “Does your watch tell you what year it is?”

“Of course not,” Alice replied very readily: “but that’s because it stays the same year for such a long time together.”

“Which is just the case with mine,” said the Hatter.

Alice felt dreadfully puzzled. The Hatter’s remark seemed to have no sort of meaning in it, and yet it was certainly English. “I don’t quite understand you,” she said, as politely as she could.

In that captions from Alice in Wonderland, it's said that the Hatter's watch tells the day of the month and doesn't tell what o'clock it is, so we can assume his watch as a calendar-watch, and he said his watch is "two days wrong"

In reality, there was exactly two days’ difference between the lunar and solar calendar months, therefore we can assume that Mad Hatter’s calendar-watch runs on lunar time, and this explains why the watch is “two days wrong.”. Besides, "Mad Tea Party" can also be called a "Lunatic Tea Party".

Silver is one of the seven metals in Alchemy, and often associated with the Moon. The symbol for silver is also associated with the moon in astrology as well.

The Hatter shook his head mournfully. “Not I!” he replied. “We quarrelled last March—just before he went mad, you know—” (pointing with his tea spoon at the March Hare,) “—it was at the great concert given by the Queen of Hearts, and I had to sing.

“Well, I’d hardly finished the first verse,” said the Hatter, “when the Queen jumped up and bawled out, ‘He’s murdering the time! Off with his head!’”

“How dreadfully savage!” exclaimed Alice.

“And ever since that,” the Hatter went on in a mournful tone, “he won’t do a thing I ask! It’s always six o’clock now.”

A bright idea came into Alice’s head. “Is that the reason so many tea-things are put out here?” she asked.

“Yes, that’s it,” said the Hatter with a sigh: “it’s always tea-time, and we’ve no time to wash the things between whiles.”

“Then you keep moving round, I suppose?” said Alice.

“Exactly so,” said the Hatter: “as the things get used up.”

“But what happens when you come to the beginning again?” Alice ventured to ask.

“Suppose we change the subject,” the March Hare interrupted, yawning. “I’m getting tired of this. I vote the young lady tells us a story.”

In the captions from "Mad Tea Party", it's said that Hatter quarrelled with Hare last March (Spring) just before March Hare went mad, at the concert of Queen of Hearts (party) where he was murdering the time and thus stuck in tea time and can't move past six.

We all know that Diasomnia chapters of twst JP are all released in spring. The frame story of Alice’s Adventures—in both the Under Ground and Wonderland versions—mirrors the story of Persephone’s journey to the underworld, in which Persephone herself is the Goddess of Spring.

As this part is only introduction, I'll not going to explain into details here, but I can confidently say that what Malleus did is actually mirroring to what actually is happening with Twisted Wonderland itself, NRC, Yuu, and Grim.

In chapter Diasomnia, the one who went mad is Malleus who is using his unique magic that can freeze timespace and murdering time itself within the range of his magic that keeps expanding as he also borrows magic from nature as he is a fae.

In Diasomnia chapter when everyone fell asleep because of Malleus' UM, Yuu and Grim appeared in a dream behind ramshackle mirror, which is Mickey's dream, and because of it's behind ramshackle mirror and in Mickey's dream, the number on the calendar is reversed. Assuming it happened in the same month as when twst JP released part 3 of book Diasomnia, it seems like Mickey had this dream on May 15th, which means when Yuu and Grim arrived in that room because of Malleus' magic as Malleus went mad and freeze the time at 21:18 , it happened the same day as Silver's birthday. It's similar to the Hatter who murdered time at Queen of Heart's concert (party) and made the time stopped at six, which also at the same time when Hare went mad. Although in chapter Diasomnia the one who went mad is Malleus and not Silver, remember what kind of tea party is in Disney's version of Alice in Wonderland where there are Mad Hatter, March Hare and Dormouse? It's "Unbirthday Party", as it's the opposite of "Birthday Party", the same way as the reversed number in calendar as Mickey's room/dream is "The Dream Behind the Mirror".

Then you will wonder, "If Mickey, Crowley, and Silver are the three terms of quaternion, then who is supposed to be fourth term? Isn't it supposed to be four?" This is why in the beginning Crowley said "Grim and Yuu are one student" as they both represent the fourth term of quaternion.

How so? This is only an intro to the theory as I said so I won't explain it here, this is all for now. I'll post the next part after I finish writing it as it'll be even longer and much more difficult than this so please look forward to it!

#twisted wonderland #twst theory #twst thoughts #twst crowley #dire crowley #twst yuu #twst grim #twst silver #twst malleus #malleus draconia #malleus twst #silver twst #twst theories #twst chapter 7 #twst chapter 7 spoilers #twst ortho #ortho shroud #ortho twst

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Broken Hearts Football Club | Chapter 1

Summary: June Maxwell, football star. Ben Chilwell, ex football player and tv pundit. Life had broken her heart (figuratively) and his (quite literally). But when they were together, their pieces became whole.

Author's note: Finally found the inspiration to write another story with Ben! I was expecting to start posting it while surronded but lots of new content, but his hamstring had other plans 😔 So I hope that at least it helps you miss him a bit less. It is another enemies to lovers story (kind of), I am sucker for those 😅 The character of Vittoria, one of June friends and teammates, is completely made up, but all the other players mentioned are based in real people. Hope you like it, and thank you for reading! 💜

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"I can't believe we are starting another season already. It feels like yesterday when we were playing our last game!"

"This summer has completely flown by. What do you think, June?"

"Uh?" she said.

"You weren't listening to us, were you?" Vittoria laughed.

"She probably was busy texting her hot dj" Lauren smirked. "Where is he now? Ibiza? Las Vegas?"

"He actually is in London."

"What?" both Lauren and Vittoria said at the same time.

"He's visiting his family and wanted to meet, but since we are playing in Liverpool and he is leaving tomorrow…" June shrugged.

"That's what happens when you date someone famous" Lauren laughed.

"We are not… Son of a bitch!"

"Hey, I'm trying to nap!" one of their teammates complained from the other side of the plane.

"Sorry!" June said. "But I can't believe what I just read."

"What did the dj do?"

"Him? Nothing. It's Mr. Chilwell. He says I don't deserve to be one of the captains!"

"Oh my God, June. Why do you keep paying attention to him?" Vittoria said, rolling her eyes.

"Because I can't understand why he is so obsessed with me."

"I've always thought he is in love with you."

"What?" June laughed.

"I think he is in love with you but has to be mean on camera because if he praises you, people will notice and he will never see the end of it" Lauren explained.

"Ben Chilwell in love with me? Please."

"Think about it. It makes sense" she shrugged.

"No, it doesn't."

"It does for me" Lauren shrugged again. "And you would make such a cute couple... Even your last names rhyme. Maxwell and Chilwell" Lauren smiled.

"You've gone mad."

"Oh, c'mon. I haven't forgotten about the huge crush you had on him when we all were at the academy."

"Every girl had a crush on him, to be honest" Vittoria pointed out.

Benjamin Chilwell, Ben, Chilly. He had been one of Chelsea's most promising players, making it to the first team when he was 18 and becoming one of the captains at 21. But everything ended when he was just 23 and diagnosed with a heart problem. Playing football on a professional level was over for him, but he discovered he could still be part of that world as a pundit. He knew the sport, how to speak, and had the looks to be on tv because he happened to be stupidly handsome. He had been the crush of so many over the years for a reason.

"Yes, everyone was in love with him. You included. And now you are two hot and successful adults obsessed with the other" Lauren said.

"I'm not obsessed with him. He is with me" June protested.

"Ok, fine. Maybe he is more obsessed with you. But his reviews are the first you always check and the ones that matter the most to you. There must be a reason behind that."

"That I don't get it! Have I done something to him?"

"Being talented, beautiful and simply amazing, which makes it easy to fall in love with you."

"He… urgh. This is the most pointless conversation ever."

"If you say so…"

"It is. Ben isn't in love with me, and I'm not in love with him, Lauren" June insisted.

"Then what is it, uh?"

"Maybe he's jealous because you have everything he wanted" Vittoria said.

Like him, June had grown up in Chelsea's academy, and even though she was a couple of years younger, their careers had followed a similar path. She made it to the first team at a very young age, being called by the national team not long after. She had become the star of both teams, winning individual awards right and left, the most important brands being interested in signing her as an ambassador. She was a star. And this season, she would be Chelsea's first captain, which to her was one of the biggest honours.

"See? That makes more sense" June said. "But still…"

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"Ok, girls. Let's do this!" June cheered up her teammates before going into the pitch to do their warm-up. As she stepped out, she couldn't help but look to her left, to where the tv set was. To where he was. "Ok, focus" she said to herself. She was there to play football, to win. Not to think about a certain pundit.

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"There goes June Maxwell. If she scores this penalty, it'll be a hat-trick for Chelsea's captain. She gets ready… and goal! What an extraordinary penalty by Maxwell."

"No goalkeeper could have stopped that" Jacob said.

"If the goalkeeper had been better positioned, it would have not been that easy."

"Oh, Chilly" Andrew laughed. "New season but you haven't changed a bit."

"Pretty sure that her 1, 2, 3 and that smile at the camera was directed towards you" Jacob chuckled.

"What she should do is care about playing football, not what I say" Ben replied, his eyes focused on the replay of her celebration and the big smile on her face.

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"Lauren, what the fuck?" June said while reading the things her teammates had written on the ball from the game.

"What?" she shrugged.

"May this be the first hat-trick of many this season. Suck it, Chilwell."

"C'mon, June. You were thinking about him when you did the penalty celebration."

"I wasn't."

"You were. It was a beautiful fuck you."

"It… urgh."

"If it bothers you it's because you know it is true!" Lauren laughed.

And she wasn't wrong. June always gave everything on the pitch and tried to play her best, but she had been extra motivated that day. She wanted to show Chilwell how wrong he was about her, that she deserved to be Chelsea's captain, to lead the team. When the ball had gone in after that penalty, her first thought had been for him. And she had the feeling it would not be the last time that season…

#ben chilwell #ben chilwell fanfic #ben chilwell imagine #football fanfic #football imagine

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Just finished the Jabberwock chapter.... there's so many questions (and possible theories) but rn I just wanted to talk about how Hyde mentioned the ghouls who were worried about MC - for Vagastrom, in jpn he specifically says "a certain someone from Vagastrom" rather than "one or two" and I'm willing to bet it's definitely Sho, since Hyde is the one mentioning it, and soon after he says he wasn't supposed to say that, I can imagine Sho giving him the stink eye to not let anyone know about it lol. Also right after this I got a campus event where Sho almost runs over MC on his bike because she wasn't looking where she was going while watching out for some croc anomalies(?) and he gets mad (worried) telling her what's the point if she's dead and points out where she has to keep an eye out on. I love him Your Honor....

We don't know too much about Hyde yet, but from that last conversation I wonder if having his own younger brother be a ghoul contributed in his empathy towards them ("in the end they're just young boys on the inside") or if he always felt that way. I wonder why exactly he wants humans and anomalies to get along, because while the idea itself might sound nice and peaceful, at the same time it sounds like something a villain with "good intentions" would say too lol. Hyde final boss?

Also rip MC who has to deal with Taiga next chapter lol. After fun times with the Jabberwock kids it's back to treading on thin ice (or glass shards in this case)

Cleaning out all the TDB asks before the new chapter drops at 1 am my time (_ _ )⊹ ࣪ ˖ I am so tired friends

Hyde vs Crowley, who is more likely to be a final boss. My money is on Crowley but Hyde do be looking like Gojo and we all know how my girl felt about the school board.

I swear we must have the same game anon because I literally had just read that school moment before you sent this ask. MC is trying to be aware of zipper crocs, which as a side note: each of the boys cards has a corresponding warding card of the same rarity. The higher rarity warding cards seem to be based off of moments in the story or aspects unique to the character while the SR and R cards are based off anomalous creatures. You get the corresponding SR warding card for your first boy in that joke of a pull they have you do in the tutorial, and the Zipper Croc is Tohma's.

The way Sho speaks to her in that moment (╥﹏╥) the way he's so concerned. Angry even that she's not taking care of herself, because "what good will that excuse be if you die?" I love him so much. And because of that I keep thinking about how guilty he has got to feel about almost letting her die in Book 2. You think he wakes up in the middle of the night to stare at his ceiling because he's thinking about how her mangled body would look staring up at him in judgement if he had just gone along with Leo's plan a little bit more than he did? Do you think that he's eventually going to snap if he keeps hearing Leo talk about MC like she's expendable because the longer he spends time with her the more real she becomes to him? You ever think about Sho looking at her while she's occupied with something else and not paying attention to him and realizing that his time with her has a very real time limit and that she's going to die in a year, however much of which has already passed?

You ever think about an MC who maybe jokes off offhandedly about helping him out now since she won't always be around and him loosing it just a bit because he doesn't want to even think about that even a little. Because I have been oh have I been

I wasn't expecting to like Hyde as much as I do. Don't get me wrong he seems extremely irresponsible, but he clearly loves his brother and his students, which makes him at least ok in my book. If I had to guess I would say Sho being a ghoul probably does have something to do with him being more understanding of the ghouls and their predicament. He has a unique insight into it that the other professors don't, but it could also be that he wants anomalies and humans to get along because through his own research he's seen how important anomalous creatures like the Kraken are to the world and he wants people to have a more respectful attitude towards that. I can't see him doing anything to harm Sho, so if the school ends up being the bad guy I think he'll be our ally.

Well not physically harm anyway... Oooooooh "a certain someone from Vagastrom" that was so fucking Sho. And Hyde so said that to be cheeky about it because he thinks it's cute that his little brother has got a little crush ¬‿¬ no it's ok Shohei, big brother won't tell! He pinky swears! Hyde would be such an annoyingly supportive wing man for his little brother if he'd just let him, if Sho has any classes he shares with the MC he so ends up assigned to a group with her on "accident" more than once. It makes a degree of sense too, I think Alan probably would trust that everything is all right and if it's note he will hear about it, if not from the school than from Tohma. Leo probably thought the whole thing was MC's fault anyway but Sho? He had to be so worried about MC and feel so trapped. It's not like he was going to get permission from Alan to go looking for her, and with Leo being Leo it's not like he really had anyone to turn to about his worries but Hyde, who was definitely supposed to be sworn to secrecy.

I am actually more worried about Romeo and Ritsu at this point than Taiga. Like don't get me wrong, that boy ain't right but I can handle someone being a bit homicidal.

Ritsu is easily the cuntiest out of the freshmen about MC at the intro ceremony and Romeo is willing to take MC in for the bounty dead or alive. I feel like this whole book is a bit of a trip, MC about to be kidnapped by a mob boss fr

#<3 asks #tokyo debunker #tdb #shoposting #shohei haizono

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Are we ready? It's Time...

For more GOOD OMENS WILD META.

I have been chewing on this one for awhile. Like, really ruminating on it. Probably because it's so far-reaching. For me, for others. It's a matter of the Journey From The Final Fifteen.

I will openly admit it, when I first came off the Final Fifteen, sometime in August/September (yeah, I was so worried about Season 2 I didn't watch it for a month after it came out and I realized I was right to do so.). I was, and still am, heartbroken. I was angry, despairing and wondering what the point of an ending like that was. I was angry at Neil Gaiman, I was angry at all the creators behind Good Omens. I was angry at Aziraphale, first, and then after about five minutes, I was angry at Crowley too.

Note, I was never mad at David Tennant or Michael Sheen. I respected their acting choices so much in the Final Fifteen. It was beautiful. It ripped my soul out through my chest. They are both brilliant. I know everyone has their favorite GO counterparts - they are mine.

Then a funny thing happened. A few weeks passed. I started fumbling around Good Omens Tumblr again. I'd been a big contributor during Detroit: Become Human (of which I am still a HUGE FAN, god I love that game.), and until Good Omens 2 came out, I was on the side of Good Omens fandom. Reading, mostly, but at the time I was very deep into my Wangxian fixation (haaaaah, I say, like I have ever left it. My dream AU is Aziraphale and Crowley in the Sunshot Campaign, causing trouble with Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian.). That changed after Final Fifteen. Now I was hurt, I was looking for comfort. I was looking for my fellow fans.

Clearly, I found you, you gorgeous bastards (saying nothing about your moms, unless you want me to). I started to read more meta, started having my own thoughts and carefully posting them. Reading fanfiction, and ... becoming less angry. Stepping back, to really look at the story. I was swallowing content like Aziraphale swallowed ox ribs. In the midst of this, I realized this wasn't The End of Good Omens, but merely the second part of a Trilogy. I'm a writer, I know what the second part of a trilogy is. It's where your heart breaks, it's the cliffhanger episode. I stopped being mad, and started loving the craft. I started to actually look at the scenes instead of just watching.

With that, I started to realize I had been missing so much. I realized I had been wrong, about a lot of things. My perspectives, and thoughts changed. Aziraphale wasn't at fault, he was a victim of the situation as much as Crowley was. Crowley left the bookshop, but he never left Aziraphale. He waited. He's still waiting. As more time passed, the more my thoughts evolved. Changed, formed anew, and I felt better for it. I decided to be hopeful about the whole thing. Yes, it was bad now, but there were enough signs and easter eggs to say this wasn't the ending we were going to get.

I healed, in short. I forgave. I'm waiting for our next chapter, because I know this story isn't done, not by a long shot. I'm waiting to see how our heroes will cope.

Rather like, I think, Aziraphale and Crowley will. The initial pain is going to fade, the anger, the feeling of rejection (whereas they will some day realize neither one of them were in fact, rejected.). The longing is going to kick in. They're going to miss one another more than they will ever be angry. There's going to be moments of grace, of forgiveness, partnered with sadness. What I think we forget, sometimes, is that Aziraphale and Crowley are 6000 years old. They've fought before. They'll fight again. With the fullness of time though, they'll come back to one another. They'll talk again.

Right now though, they've had time. Time to hopefully process (I really, really hope Aziraphale has had SOME time to process), time let the anger fade a little. Maybe not enough time - some of us here still need time - but enough to let them wonder ... is it really over? Maybe to realize, no. No it's not.

Time doesn't heal all wounds, but time does allow you to find equilibrium. I hope time will do the same for our angel and our demon. I know time helped me. I hope time will help us all.

#good omens #aziraphale #crowley #david tennant #michael sheen #neil gaiman #good omens meta #good omens fandom #time is on our side

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like-a-bantha · 1 year

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Checkmate

Summary: Maybe you're not the best at dejarik, but you do know your way around a chess board. In the absence of a board, you'll make due with your imagination. (Alternate title: Two dorks play chess, maybe they’ll kiss?)

Pairing: Tech/Gender Neutral Reader (no Y/N, no descriptions of reader's appearance other than being shorter than Tech)

Rating: G

Warnings: None! Just some brotherly teasing and good old fashioned chess.

Word Count: 2.9k

A/N: This is silly and short and not Busted Hyperdrive (it's coming, I promise!) but I couldn't rest until I got this out of my system. It's my first non-platonic fic so if it sounds a little strange, I offer my sincerest 'my bad's. I'm also not a chess master, so if you're just here for the chess you're probably not gonna dig this. Anyways, I hope you enjoy and feel free to leave some feedback! <3

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It started a few months back when you all had some downtime at Cid’s. You entered the parlor to find her grumbling to herself as she attempted to fix the dejarik table, now temporarily out of commission after taking one too many frustrated blows. You’d all been off-world when it finally kicked the bucket, but Cid’s grumpy tone while recounting the incident paired with the large dent was all the evidence you needed. The Trandoshan, feeling particularly charitable, offered a small handful of credits if they were able to patch up the abused machine. Taking it as a challenge, Tech finished the repairs within the hour, even going as far as to fix the nasty dent. You and Omega waited patiently for the table to be revived so she could teach you how to play, explaining the rules and pieces over a carton of mantell mix. You nod along, half-understanding how the game works but knowing full well you’re about to make a fool of yourself.

“I am finished.” Tech announces, slipping his tools back into their respective slots on his belt as he stands. He’s nearly knocked over by his little sister in her mad dash to the table, waving you over as if you’re not just a few steps behind her.

Nevertheless, you laugh and pick up the pace, thanking Tech as you take your seat. Omega pushes a few buttons and the table begins humming to life. “Why do I get the feeling you’re not gonna go easy on me?”

Without missing a beat, Tech answers the question for her. “She will not.” He pulls a chair over to the table, knowing exactly what’s about to happen even if Omega denies the claim.

Three games later and both clones are sporting rather smug looks; Omega’s for pride in her strategizing skills, and Tech’s for being right in his claim. Not one to be a sore loser, you thank her as you stand from the table, “That was fun, but I think I’ll stick to the version I played back home. You wanna take over for me, Tech?”

“I wanna hear about your version!” Omega perks up, interested in a variation of her favorite game. You glance over to Tech, who hasn’t taken the now empty seat, his head just barely cocked to the side in question as he wordlessly awaits your explanation.

You stand, looking between them for a second before returning to your seat, a sigh slipping through your grin. With that, you dive straight into your description of the game, detail matching Omega’s earlier lesson. Both of them listen intently, asking questions that you happily answer. Tech glances down at his datapad every so often, you can’t seem to fight back a smile when you realize he’s been taking notes. Once you finish your explanation he sets it back down on the table while Omega looks at you expectantly, as if waiting for you to pull a full chess set out of thin air to give them both a demonstration.

“That sounds fun! Can we play?” Omega asks, eager to try her hand at a new strategy game.

“If we can find a set, I’d love to! But they’re pretty hard to come by outside of my planet.” You try to put on a hopeful smile, now regretting mentioning it in the first place as her own smile slowly fades. “I mean, technically you don’t need one,” this grabs both of their attention, “but it will be a little tougher.”

“You can play without the board? Or the pieces?” Omega asks, clearly skeptical as you said it was a board game. Tech, on the other hand, seems intrigued.

“Y’know how I said there’s a notation system?”

“Are you suggesting the game can be played verbally?” Tech reaches for his datapad; checking his notes, you figure.

“It’s possible! When the Empire showed up in my city and forced us out we didn’t have time to grab the fun stuff – mostly just, like, food and water.” You almost cringe a little, talking about your past isn’t really your forte. “We got bored, we played in our heads and called out our moves. It took some getting used to, but it’s still fun!”

“Fascinating.”

“You guys wanna give it a go?” Omega seems a little unsure but excited enough to jump into a practice round.

Despite her hesitation, Omega did surprisingly well. She even managed to beat you in the third game. And, unsurprisingly, Tech played like a natural, instantly picking up the game that took you months to master. You managed to beat him in your first game, but the next two were easy wins for him. If you were playing against your friends back home you might’ve gotten a little competitive, but the proud smile that crept onto your face after the first game has yet to fade. Later on, after the rest of the batch returned to the parlor, you sat back and listened to Tech and Omega’s gripping game – too enthralled to tell either of them that it will most likely end in a stalemate.

Hunter took a seat next to you at the bar, when his gaze shifts from Tech and Omega to you with a quirked brow you let out a quiet chuckle. “They’re playing chess.” He huffs, amused as the two of you watch their game in silence.

Soon, it becomes a favorite pastime among the three of you. Omega has tried to get her other brothers to join in to no avail, none of them seem to enjoy it nearly as much as the three of you. After a little digging, Tech finds a slew of archived games from your home planet and studies them intently. Whenever you find yourselves on a supply run off-world, you and Tech volunteer yourselves every time to search for a real set. What started off as a wild porg chase turns into a sort of tradition and, strangely enough, you find yourself looking forward to supply runs.

You’re counting ration bars and bandages after a too-long mission for Cid, most of your stock depleted, while Omega takes another study break to play a few rounds of chess with you. Hunter makes the call to stop on Boonta to refuel and restock, knowing the second you return to Ord Mantell you’ll be sent off on another mission. This time, when the Marauder touches down in a dingy space port, no one bothers asking who will be heading to the market.

Omega hums in thought, absently fiddling with her datapad as you wait for her next, and most likely last, move. She’s got you cornered, your only possible escape is Kb7 but she’s still got her Queen, and you’re out of pawns to promote. Her eyes light up. “Rook to b3! Checkmate!”

“I forgot about the rook!” You laugh, impressed at how she’s improved. “Good game, Omega, that’s four wins in a row!”

“It’s all about the strategy.” She beams triumphantly.

“Yeah? How about you strategize some homework,” you laugh, standing to leave, “then maybe we can play on a real board later.”

The girl’s laughs are suddenly interrupted by Wrecker’s booming voice calling your name from the cockpit, followed by a loud, “Your boyfriend’s waiting!” You just roll your eyes, Omega tries to suppress a giggle as she puts on her best studious face, her eyes locked on her datapad.

When you pass him on your way out, a barely noticeable blush on your cheeks, Wrecker lets out a barking laugh. You shoot him a look, but this only draws another laugh from the gentle giant. “Keep that up and I’ll make sure to stock up on those blue ration bars you hate.” That does the trick. Letting out a victorious laugh of your own at his silence, you make your way down the ramp where Tech patiently waits. “Ready?”

He clears his throat quietly, storing his datapad before he begins leading the way to the market. “After you.”

“Oh, how kind of you. E4.” You laugh, you two always tend to walk a little slower on supply runs.

“I assumed you would like the advantage after losing our last match.” Tech simply states, his impartial facade cracking when you shoot him an incredulous look. “E6.” His smile is barely visible, but you manage to catch a glimpse before he fixes his gaze on the path ahead. The two of you focused on the game as you navigate the city streets.

“Rook to B5.” You’re about to reach the forty-eighth move of the game with no clear end in sight as you approach the bustling market. “Did you wanna split up? I have to grab rations and stuff for the medkits.”

“Rook to A8.” He pauses for a moment. “I will accompany you.”

“Cool. Rook to D2.” You glance around the market, hiding your grin. You spot a vendor selling rations by the crate, buying wholesale might save you all some trouble. “Let’s check that stall first.”

“Very well. H6.”

You make your way through the crowd, now quickly calling your moves back and forth. Barely ten feet from the stall, you realize stocking up on rations would mean fewer supply runs and your mind starts to race. Suddenly, your pace is even slower than before and you’re losing focus on your mental image of the match. When you make an obviously thoughtless move, losing your knight, Tech stops in his tracks, turning to face you. “Are you alright? That was a terrible move.”

“Huh?” All of your focus has been diverted to quickly concocting an excuse that the genius would find believable. You can’t bring yourself to look away from the vendor’s stall. “Oh, yeah. They- uh, it looks like they only have the blue ones. You guys hate the blue ones, right?”

Tech’s brows furrow behind his yellow-tinted lenses. Maybe he didn’t buy the excuse but it certainly confused him. “I have no preference, nor do the others to my knowledge. Wrecker doesn’t like them, but he will manage.” You can feel his eyes on you, studying you, and you wished he would look literally anywhere else. “You’ve mentioned preferring them, however.”

“Let’s just look around a little more, maybe we can find someplace with more variety.” You turn to walk further into the market but he catches your wrist, his grip is loose but it brings you to a halt.

“Would I be correct in my presumption that you are attempting to under-stock our supplies to continue our regular supply runs?” You’re glad you haven’t turned to face him, your eyes are wide and your cheeks flushed, and he’s still holding onto your wrist as if you’d run away if he let go. You can’t think of anything to say, clearly you’re not great at excuses so you just stand there hoping he’ll just drop it.

You let out a heavy sigh, turning around to just barely face him, avoiding his gaze. “Yeah, Tech. Sorry. I just…” You trail off, maybe now he might let it be, you’ll grab the crate of blue ration bars and be on your way.

“You don’t need to apologize.” His tone softens, you’ve never heard him sound so gentle. Your cheeks feel like they’re burning and he’s still holding onto you. “If we are unable to find a chess set today, I’m positive I can make one to your standards.”

You didn’t realize you were holding your breath until it came out in a choked laugh. The chess set. Right. You make a mental note to not let Wrecker’s teasing get to your head. Cheeks slowly reverting to a normal temperature, you finally turn to face him with a bashful smile and the concern in his eyes begins to dissipate. “Thanks, Tech. That’d be nice.”

He returns your smile. “I will need your input, of course.” His gaze falls a bit and you see a flash of panic in his eyes before he quickly releases his grip on your wrist. Quickly bringing that same hand up to adjust his goggles, he clears his throat, now looking at anything but you. “G5.”

Your head drops with a laugh, nudging him with an elbow as you start towards the stall. “C’mon, let’s go buy a month's supply of ration bars Wrecker will hate.” As the tension fades from your body you find yourself able to focus on the game again. “Oh, and thanks for the pawn. Rook to H6.”

You were right, wholesale is way cheaper. Much heavier, too. After you find a med supply stall that’s somewhat reasonably priced, Tech offers to take the crate and you hand it over with almost no objection.

“Would you still like to look around for a chess set?” Tech asks, lowering the crate a bit so you can rest your pack on top while you fill it with rolls of bandages and tubes of bacta.

You pause, your hands resting atop the pack that rests atop the crate in Tech’s arms; your brows furrowed in thought, you absently chew on your lip as you consider his question. You look up to find him watching you intently, and, rather than avert your gaze from his, you smile and shake your head. “Nah, I think I’d like one you make much better.”

He opens his mouth as if to say something but seems to decide against it, simply responding with an equally warm smile.

You return your attention to your pack, making sure it’s shut securely before swinging it over an arm as Tech readjusts his grip on the crate. Letting out a content sigh, you both begin making your way out of the market. “Your turn.”

“Ah, yes.” He thinks for a moment, it’s anyone's game now since you came back from your earlier blunder. Waiting until you’ve left the crowded area, he calls his move. “King to F7.”

“Running away from me?” You joke, unable to suppress a giggle when Tech looks at you with mock exasperation. “What? Queen to B7.” He instantly realizes what that move means, but you can’t help but give him a deviously smug smile. “Check.”

“Interesting.” He ponders his next move, absently attempting to adjust his goggles only to realize he’s still holding the crate. You watch on as he shifts it around, trying to balance it enough to free his right hand momentarily.

“Okay, okay, hold on, just… look at me.” You place a hand on his fidgeting arm, all movement coming to a stop. You stand on your tiptoes, reaching up to gently slide his goggles back into place, careful not to touch the lenses. Your breath catches when you make sure you didn’t accidentally leave behind any fingerprints and finally see the intensity in his eyes. He’s completely still, as if he would scare you away with any sudden movement. You can’t help but freeze as well, hands still gently resting on the frame of his goggles. When you wobble a bit on unsteady tiptoes, your fingertips just barely graze his cheekbones and his lips part in a silent gasp and, oh god, now you’re looking at his lips. Eyes, look at his eyes, that’ll help, you think, so you look back to his eyes and catch them flicking back up from your lips, or maybe the ground, maybe he’s just really into dirt these days, and now you’re starting to get dizzy. You retreat rather abruptly, your heels meeting the ground with a quiet thud, one hand resting on his shoulder and the other on his forearm to keep from falling over. After overthinking some more, both hands come to rest unnaturally at your side, wide eyes trying to focus on anything that isn’t him but ultimately failing. His gaze hasn’t left you, his expression unchanged. Deciding you should say anything, literally any words to break this tension that you created, you clear your throat and give a shaky, “Any better?”

He just stares for a moment. You’ve never seen him this flustered – or flustered at all – and now you’re really about to panic, your mind playing a loop of oh maker, I broke Tech. You’re about to release a minimum of one hundred apologies when it seems he’s finally returned to his body. “King to G8.” As if nothing happened. As if he can still win after such a pitiful move.

“Oh, Tech, I’m so sorry.” You look up at him, guilt dripping from your words.

He shakes his head, readjusting the crate one last time before finally just setting it on the ground for a moment. “No need to apologize, I have been wondering for some time if my feelings were reciprocated.” When your eyes widen in shock, he decides to clarify. “Romantic feelings. Towards you.”

“No yeah, I got that.” You shake your head, a pleasantly confused smile somewhat replacing the shock on your face.

“You appear to be confused, is my conclusion incorrect?” Now it’s his turn to internally panic, second-guessing himself for what appears to be the first time.

He looks confused when you let out a short, nervous laugh. “No, you’re correct. Romantic feelings are very much reciprocated.” You take a tiny step closer, leaving little room between the two of you, returning to your tiptoes. Tech, ever the genius, takes the hint; first bringing a hand to your waist to steady you before closing the distance, your lips meeting in a sweet kiss as he brings a tentative hand up to gently cup your cheek.

When you finally part, returning to ground level once again though still in his embrace, he cocks his head to the side. “May I ask, then, why did you apologize?”

You laugh, your forehead bumping the chest plate of his armor before once again meeting his gaze. “Rook to C8.” You reach up for the shortest, sweetest peck of a kiss. “Checkmate.”

A/N pt.2: If that wasn't the cheesiest thing I've ever written, I don't know what is - Alexa, play Yuck! by Charli XCX. This was so fun to write! Thank you so much for reading! <3

#the bad batch #the bad batch x reader #tech x reader #tech x you #tech tbb #hunter tbb #wrecker tbb #omega tbb

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twilghtkoo · 2 years

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i’m in love with you

pairings. haechan x reader

genre. fluff

note. pls listen to the song while reading this !!!! bold italics are lyrics i pulled out from the song

‘yeah there’s somethin i’ve been meaning to say to you baby but i just can’t do it’

“you know i love trying these coffee places with you, but that coffee place you took me to on our first date will always be my favorite. hands down. even though i get the same drink religiously, but still they never put too much ice in my iced coffee, they…” haechan stares at you lovingly as you rant on about your iced coffee. as he takes a sip of his iced americano, nodding along with you even though he only searches for coffee places to shop because he loves hearing what you have to say about each new drink you make him try. he loves hearing you go off about the certain taste of the creamer they used. or the color of your iced coffee is detrimental to how your day starts. and three words are itching to come out of his mouth but he doesn’t let it. he continues listening to you.

‘what a call, movin’ in, i feel like i can loosen my lips (come on so strong’

you accidentally dropped his phone in the bathtub while you both were relaxing together in your tub. he had asked you to grab his phone that was sitting on the toilet, yet it had slipped out of your hands and sinking down to the bottom. you were crying. crying because you had dropped his phone and because you know he has important stuff on there. what if everything is ruined? what if he’s gonna get mad at you? you were too busy overthinking and crying, not seeing haechan quickly take his phone out the water and mindlessly placing it on the pile of your towels, before engulfing you from behind in a hug. he wasn’t mad. he doesn’t hate you. he assures you that everything is fine, the phone is fine. placing wet kisses on your bare shoulder. “it wasn’t your fault, stuff like that happens. i’d never be mad at you or hate you.” and it’s at that moment, he needed to assure you with his lips on yours.

‘i’m getting no sleep, tossin’ and turnin’ all night long’

you didn’t mind staying up at night at an ungodly hour with haechan, as you both lie on your sides, facing each other. you’ll randomly ask a random question and that sparks an endless conversation while he plays with your fingers. and then a comfortable silence falls between the both of you as haechan stares at you with a thousand thoughts running around his head, and he wants to tell you all of them. you feel his stare on you, knowing he’s got a lot on his mind right now, probably wants to talk to you about something but you won’t push him. he’ll come to you when he’s ready. you kiss the hand that’s holding yours as you take him out of his thoughts. snuggling closer towards his side of the bed into his warmth.

‘i’ve been countin’ my blessings, thinkin’ this through, just like one, two, yeah, i’m in love with you’

say it, haechan. say it. he watches as you jump in your seat next to him as you curse at the tv screen. a blue shell hit you close to the finish line, and a peek at the small map in the corner, you see haechan is closely behind you. you end up winning the race, and you jump up from the couch, jumping up and down as you tell haechan you did it. it’s a historical moment because you finally beat his ass and look who’s sat in second place. you were proud of yourself. but he was proud of you too. even though you don’t like playing the scary games with him or the hard ones where you guys play against each other but he keeps killing you because you’re always camping, and you don’t know what screen cheating is. but in this moment he regrets those other moments before where he could’ve told you he loves you. all those times. his desire to express his emotions right now flooding his whole body as he stands up next to you, holding you so you quit jumping. being open about his feelings is quite hard for haechan, and you know and understand that. so he decides to make it as simple as possible, so it cannot be interpreted in any other way. and you feel it.

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sysakiddo · 1 year

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5 times Lewis confronted Sebastian about his writing and one time he did not have to

“You're not even listening to me.” Lewis, for lack of a better word, whines. He has a deep crease between his eyebrows. Sebastian wants to tell him the wrinkle will stay there, just to see him panic. Though he manages to hide it, Lewis is really vain sometimes.

“I'm kind of busy at the moment.” No apology. “You were saying?”

The room is too hot and sticky for Sebastian to play mind games with Lewis. He wants to be alone and count down the minutes to when he can take a cold bath.

Suddenly, Lewis moves quickly, soundlessly. He likes to remind Sebastian he is a cheetah, with or without a car.

Sebastian does not manage to hide the tab he had opened. As a rule, these days, he is not fast enough.

“Seriously, Seb? The Times crossword is more important than what I'm telling you?”

“I would never dream of saying you're not the most important thing in the world.” the blond huffs, feeling mean now.

He is very obviously fishing for a reaction and Lewis knows it. From previous experiences, he also knows the fight would not bring him any gratification. He smiles tightly instead, sitting down on the couch.

Sebastian glares at him, hating how Lewis looks like he belongs there. Like there is no place where he belongs more than on the couch in Seb's driver's room.

“I finally read your book. The one about the spies, Burning Snow?” he clarifies as if Sebastian doesn't know the plot and names of his own books.

And look, Sebastian is still mad at whoever leaked his identity to the press. It is more than a month since the whole world discovered that he, Sebastian Vettel, four times world champion, is also an acclaimed author. He published all of his books under a pseudonym, which worked pretty well. Until now.

The people in the paddock took it in stride. Out of them, who looked like they could write a book that became a bestseller long before his identity had been revealed? The bee rescuer is the only one fit for the job.

Valterri was the first to go through the bulk of his publications, three novels and one book for kids.

Your writing is pretty good. Maybe you should try and publish it someday :)

The text from Valterri after he finished made him huff, but deep down, something in his chest had eased.

Lewis, however, was weirdly evasive on the topic. He was apprehensive about reading any of Seb's work and only got to it when Valterri left all of the books on his desk, with a post-it note on the top.

READ IT!!!

Immediately after finishing the first chapter of the first novel, he regretted not starting earlier. Uncovering the similarities between the side characters and the people in the paddock was a lot of fun. It felt like an intimate look into the story that Seb's readers wouldn't normally get. One of the characters, the one who actually holds the key to the climax of the story and is far more important than the reader would have thought at first, is based on him, he thinks. Lewis only puts it together at the end. It's the way the character's dialogues are written that gives it away. He thinks it fascinating to find out how Sebastian privately perceives him. He describes him with great detail, things that Lewis wouldn't think to notice about him even. The thought of being so closely watched makes the top of his ears heat up.

Now, Sebastian is watching him, unimpressed. “You can read?”

Lewis keeps ignoring him - it works most of the time. “My favourite was Thomas, naturally.”

The top of Seb's cheeks turns bright red. “N-narcissist.” He tries to keep his composure, shaking his head a little. The stutter exposes him and Lewis smirks like he has just won. And his trophy is sitting on a stool in front of him.

“Well, I gotta run now. I'll come back with a review of book number two!”

Seb is too overwhelmed to react before Lewis slips out of the door. He sighs, returning to his crossword.

The next time Seb sees Lewis, he curses the way his heart flutters in his chest when he sees his smile.

“I tried the recipe, you know,” Lewis lets his hand linger on Seb's forearm as he stops him in his stride. They are both rushing to get to the debrief on time. Lewis does not care.

At Seb's quizzical face, he puckers his lips a little in annoyance. “The one from Freedom to Pheasants; what Matilda used to offer her cousins when they came over. I, of course, used soya yoghurt and I still had a little bit of the honey you gave me-” Seb opens his mouth to interrupt him but does not succeed. “I used almond butter and cherries instead of raspberries and let it freeze for a few hours. Why didn't you tell me sooner? It is delicious.”

“We really have to go, guys.” the intern standing beside them looks like he regretted taking this job and would rather jump off the cliff than listen about frozen yoghurt treats for another minute.

“Did you like it? The book, I mean.” Seb asked, feeling like a kid asking for compliments on his drawing. He regrets it almost immediately. Lewis flashes him a big smile, open and sincere, the sight only a few people are graced with.

“Yeah, man. The dialogues were spectacular.”

When Seb opens the freezer in his motorhome a few hours later, he is taken aback by a small white box with a sharpie-drawn smiley on top. When he opens it, five perfectly symmetrical yoghurt bites punch the air out of his lungs, like he missed a stair. With shaky hands, he fishes out one and takes a bite. The aftertaste of honey in his mouth makes his eyes water.

“Seb! Seb! Sebastian!” the whispering grows louder with each call of his name and Sebastian feels himself getting pulled out of the slumber. He groans loud enough for the woman sitting next to him, someone from McLaren's marketing team, to glare at him.

“What?” he snaps at Lewis, the other man taken aback. He doesn't expect to see the dark circles under Seb's eyes, his ashen skin looking almost white.

He gulps, worry bubbling in his chest. “Care to join me for dinner?”

The German sighs, hunching in his chair even more. He jerks his shoulders, which Lewis takes as an affirmative response.

A few hours later, every corner of Lewis' apartment is filled with quiet music. Seb is watching his every move from the bar stool in his kitchen. Lewis feels weirdly exposed like that, chopping onions for their dinner, even though it isn't the first time he has made dinner for Sebastian. Not by a long shot.

“Daniel must have been thrilled,” he cuts the silence abruptly. Seb doesn't understand and makes a go-ahead gesture with his hand. “When he found out you based the main character on him, I mean.”

“Oh,” Sebastian smiles bashfully. “You've read This room can not be eaten?”

Lewis nods. The book for kids took him the shortest to read, naturally. To his bewilderment, he enjoyed it a lot. After he had finished, he immediately bought a copy for every kid in his family.

“I don't think Daniel had realised Rick is based on him, actually.” Seb chuckles, his eyes lighting up in joy.

Sebastian starfishes on the couch after they finish eating. Lewis pours them a second glass of wine and sits down next to him. Carefully, carefully.

The German looks better after eating, though he still very clearly lacks energy. Lewis turns on the television, mainly as the white noise.

He falls asleep in no time, and Lewis stands up to put the fluffiest blanket on him. He makes sure both his shoulders are covered, hesitating a bit before brushing the stray strands of hair out of his forehead.

When he sits down, Sebastian whines softly and puts his cold feet under Lewis' thighs.

Lewis lets himself hope.

The next time they see each other, Lewis is a few drinks in, talking a little louder than he usually would. Seb finds him laughing in a circle of a few of their friends. He is like a magnet, though he never fully realised how much power he holds in a crowd of people.

“Birthday boy!” Seb beams at Charles, hugging him firmly. He already congratulated him this morning with a gift and a proper speech. Now, it's time to clink his glass with him, which, he personally thinks, is too old to do properly.

Either way, he lets himself get lost in the conversation. Charles, Lewis and Daniel make it easy for the debate to flow without his input.

“Oh, Seb, I almost forgot! Arthur told me to tell you he loved When I Was Older! He wanted to know if it would be okay to ask you some questions later.”

The attention shifts to Seb after Charles' words. Stupidly, he can feel his cheeks flush. “Eh, thank you. I appreciate that. Sure, send him my way when you see him.”

“He kept talking about the plot twist for days. I still haven't finished the first one - I'm sorry, I'm such a slow reader - but yeah, Arthur thinks the sequel is even better.”

Lewis snorts. Charles whips his head towards him, surprised. The same goes for Sebastian. Sure, the reviews for the second book in the spies series were mixed. But he thought the bad reviews were biased - the book came out at the same time his alias got revealed.

“You did not like it?” Charles asks naively. He hasn't been sober for hours now.

The Brit looks affronted by the idea of liking the book. “I hated it.” he spits and, yeah. Sebastian is shocked at just how much those words hurt. He has no resources to hide it, so instead, he bares his teeth in a leering smile.

To his great surprise, Daniel joins in. “Well, of course, what Thomas did was questionable, but that made the plot twist even better.”

Lewis is not buying what Daniel is selling. “Nah, it was stupid and made no sense, man. Why would Thomas betray his lover if-” If he is based on me. He almost blurted it out, thankfully cutting himself off before he could do something he would regret.

Still, Sebastian averts his gaze, bashful. The tension in the air is tangible and Charles, not wired to understand bad vibes, as he calls it, asks him another question.

“Are you working on something now?”

Seb looks at Lewis when he lies through his teeth. “No. I think I'm quite done.”

That's the reason why, three weeks after the party, when Lewis sees a post on his insta feed with Seb's picture and BOOK ALERT in big red letters, he clicks on it. He is doubtful at first, but then it turns out that, yes, Sebastian really published a new book during the winter break. It is a poetry experiment, explains Seb himself in the interview Lewis reads through.

Unexplainably, his hands shake as he tries to google a page where he can buy the poetry collection. When he finally finds it, he curses. Seb wrote a poetry book in fucking German.

He has no shame and immediately calls him to ask about the translation.

“No, I do not think it will get translated.” Seb is wary. “Why?”

“I would like to read it, that's all.”

Seb snorts, can't help himself. Why would you want to read it if you hate my writing so much.

“Well,” he says instead. “I've told you a long time ago German could be useful.”

Lewis pays big bucks to the publishing house to make the translation happen in the shortest time possible. He makes sure Sebastian has no idea he is the one who pushes for the English translation and pays off everyone, so it stays that way.

Out of all places, they are in the aeroplane when it all falls apart.

Sebastian is returning from the bathroom when he notices what Lewis is holding.

“Jesus, don't read that around me.”

“Why?” Lewis asks. “You don't have to be weird about it. It's great.” Lewis wouldn't say he is a poetry guy by any means. But there is something about Sebastian's words that curl off pages, sticking like caramel and breezing through his chest like a breath of fresh air. Sebastian's poetry is shockingly emotional, exposing his feelings with a sort of bravery Lewis has never felt. Most of them are reflections, sweet or poignant. Lewis can clearly see the inspiration from the Swiss nature, and the relationship with his family. It's beautiful.

Yet the ones that cut through his heart like a burning knife are the heartbreaking stanzas of unrequited love. And even though Seb states that not all poems are inspired by a personal experience in the prologue, Lewis knows poems like these cannot be fabricated. The one he's stuck on at the moment, Absolution, makes Lewis a bit dizzy.

In the seat across from him, Sebastian shrugs. “If you say so.”

“I mean, these love poems, man. They must have broken your heart. How come you've never told me?”

The pronouns sit awkwardly on his tongue, and he watches Seb squirm a bit.

“It did not feel like there was something to talk about. It would - I don't think it could ever work between-” he pauses, hauling a slow breath through his nose. He rubs his eyes with his right hand like always when he is agitated. He also forgets to use the eyedrops for his dry eyes; Lewis usually has to remind him. “Between him and me, I guess. I could never be the one for him.” He trips over his words.

Lewis blinks, feeling all turned out. He tries to process the words that feel too much like a confession to him.

“I doubt that, Seb.” He says earnestly. “I doubt anyone would find you anything but-” Perfect.

Sebastian interrupts him, a painful grimace on his face. “Just - just stop.” Suddenly, he looks exhausted and resigned all at once. “You must know, Lewis.”

Seb is not looking at him and misses the look of utter shock on his face. “Me?” Lewis feels like there is cotton in the back of his mouth. “But- But I-”

“You what?” snaps Sebastian, his face closed off now. He managed to build his walls high enough that it took more than a little love confession to make them crumble.

Lewis' head spins. There is just no way, no way that Sebastian could wax poetic about him. It's hard to breathe, and his face turns splotchy red.

“But you've never told me. Or reacted when I tried -”

“Oh, trust me, Lewis, I would have noticed if you had tried.”

“Sebastian.” he says, his voice breaking with the possibilities flashing through his mind. Sebastian is brave and he can be, too. “I have loved you for years.”

Now it's Seb's turn to look shocked. “But- You always-” he stutters, unable to finish.

“Come here,” Lewis beacons him over and Seb sits down next to him without hesitation. Lewis leans in and caresses Seb's cheek with his right hand. “You are very silly,” he presses their lips together and the feeling of Seb relaxing completely under him makes Lewis' fingers tingly.

“Hurry up!” Sebastian is wearing an atrocious old flannel shirt. Lewis swears he has put it in the 'donate' cabinet twice already, yet it always finds its way back.

He walks to the table where Seb sits, a big red box in front of him. “Open it,” he instructs and Lewis opens the lid.

“I wanted you to be the first to hold it.”

Lewis takes out the brand-new book in awe. When he opens it, the pages smell so good he closes his eyes for a second. He flips the pages until he finds what he is looking for. The dedication says:

Love, I've seen it all. I've seen the sunrises in Africa, the sunsets in Asia. The sun shining on the Mediterranean, the snow melting in the Alps. I've seen fireworks meant just for me, the beauty of the never-ending road. Seeing you smile beats them all.

For Lewis.

#sebastian vettel #lewis hamilton #sewis #f1 fic #f1 rpf #the monaco photo made me crazy #i am manifesting seb as a writer #my ficlets #monaco gp 2023

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Guess who finally finished Sebastians quest and saw the last pensive memory. This gal. And let me tell you I HAVE SOME THOUGHTS AND THEORIES FRIENDS! LONG ramble & spoilers for HL below the read more.

Sebastian quest:

So first of all focusing on the Sebastian quest line Solomon was so out of pocket for trying to attack us while inferi we're attacking us? Like excuse me sir are you actually just trying to kill us maybe let's take care of the undead before we start fighting? Also this man was an auror right so like he should be able to easily disarm 2 students without having too completely fight us like he was.

Also the Slytherclaw in me was coming out because when he destroyed that artifact I got so mad that is history and like an archeological find and now it's lost to history because he destroyed it instead of responsible people studying it.

But I do have to say I feel like it was very obvious that he had some PTSD or a lot of his own issues that hes trying to figure out. So he clearly also wasn't dealing with the situation in a healthy way none of it was healthy or good.

I obviously did not turn in my main boy Sebastian absolutely not we are ride or die lol.

Main Quest:

The way I'm playing the Isadora and Sebastian crosslines are happening like simultaneously. So it's super easy to see the similarities and comparisons between the 2 about how Isadora and Sebastian are trying to help people but maybe it's not doing so in the right way. Obviously I think Sebastian is way more in the right than Isadora. Like originally when I was reading theories about Isadora I was totally kind of on her side but then when they started showing that she was practicing her magic on students....minors.... like literally 1st year Hogwarts students I was like OK now that's not cool.

Also like her dad being wiped off all emotion is definitely a step too far I believe there could be an importance for relieving pain when needed but pain is also there to help us learn and appreciate the good in life. Literally this is a Vampire Diaries moment do not turn off your humanity switch LMAO.

I just want to mention that because my MC is a girl San Bakar's comments to us about not feeling like we are trustworthy felt lowkey a little sexist just because we are the only other 5th year female to wield this power other than Niahm.

OKAY NOW FOR THE GAME THEORY:

At the moment of writing this I technically have not finished the full game but I know it happens, But I remember people theorizing about a specific part that I just witnessed with Isadora and her death.

When San Bakar does the avidikidivi on Isadora and she x_x yknow. We see these little traces of ancient magic leaving her into the repository. And I saw a lot of people theorizing that maybe this is her leaving some part of her behind and that there's something hidden there but I actually think a more likely theory is that the part of her that is leaving is used to somehow help set up her pensive so that the future ancient magic weilder can see her memories. So she basically set up a plan B.

What I also found really creepy was that as she is dying like being hit by the spell her eyes kind of go blank and she smiles falters and then falls whereas we have seen a lot of people will just instantly die. I have 2 theories on this one of them that is connected to her setting up the pensive is her knowing that everything is safe like her memories and her theories and that they'll be passed on but I also think that she has removed pain from herself to the point that she doesn't even feel the pain of the most powerful killing curse.

It's a little bit like death note lol where I think this dark use of ancient magic tainted her and changed her personality from her true self almost like a drug. To be honest I wouldn't be surprised if she actually made horcruxes.

Anyways I was a lot of rambling but I do think that the Keepers are also a bit wrong for a just completely shutting this down instead of looking into it any responsible healthy way.

Thank you for listening to my Ted talk lol if anybody wants to theorize with me please hit me up I would love to chat!!!

#hogwarts legacy #sebastian sallow #slytherin #ominis gaunt #hogwartslegacy #simply post #dark arts #isidora morganach #MC #hogwarts legacy theory #also guess who just discovered the nvidia screeshot feature #cant wait to install the mods now #hogwarts legacy spoilers #solomon sallow

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Errant Kingdom: thoughts about the Finale (spoiler alert: am disappointed)

Sorry for putting negative opininons in the tags, but I've seen it done before and I'm warning you to stop reading now if you don't wanna see it. That said, spoilers for everything ahead, read at your own risk.

(I wanna complain in detail, so I'm gonna break every point down)

•Where's my Convergence

Up until the finale the game was hinting towards all three routes merging at the end. And then it just. didn't. This would've been okay if from the start Nomad/Knight/Ambassador were the three roles you could choose, and even if they were nods towards the other two, they didn't have any real weight on the story and who you chose was the only, well, Chosen One. But they didn't do that!! It's obvious all three routes are supposed to happen simultaneously!! Maja literally tells Knight they're not the only one marked, Raiden tells Ambassador if they know anything about Knight because Erik is worried about them (implying their being snatched by the gods), I'm pretty sure in Nomad x Erik he tells them they're not the one they were looking for/expecting (he was looking for Knight!). And then in the finale they forgot about the existence of the roles you didn't choose. What happened with the other two Chosen ones. I get it would've been difficult to orchestrate this, but if you build up expectations then you need to live up to them.

•Erik's Bloodline

Where the actual hell did that come from?! You can't just pull that kinda stuff out your arse at the end in a haha gotcha, if you wanted to go for that you should've left hints. And no, having him exiled on weird circumstances isn't a hint. I assumed their Majesties set up a trap for him because he was a good knight who cared about people and that doesn't bode well for you when you're doing things that will actively harm said people. And in this assumed scenario it makes sense they exiled him? They didn't need him dead, just out of any position that holds power. But with the actual reason? Him being the Chosen One the only who can defeat their plans and their god? Yeah, I'm not buying that they went "well maybe exile will be enough lol".

Plus, Erik being from a bloodline of kings and then becoming King it's. eh. Don't get me wrong I'm not mad that he is King, he would make an amazing one, but I kinda wish getting back his old life (now upgraded) wasn't the only way he can get his happy ever after. It would've been cool if they went for 'what happened was not your fault and you don't need to go back to your old life for happiness', but I understand that's a subjective thing.

•Sword for the Ambassador

This is how I dubbed the fact that no matter which role you take the Mythical Item To Defeat God is a sword. Even when you're an ambassador that (canonically) hasn't held a blade in their life and just barely gets the basics of how to hold a dagger before the final battle. Yeah, sure, just strap the thing to their back and sent them to battle, what could go wrong? The sword made sense for Knight, but I assumed the item would be different for every role tailored to each on'es skills.

•The Final Battle

It was kind of anticlimatic after all the build up of it being a battle between gods/gods' Chosen Ones. And in the end it's a man with a bloodline and magic sword, a Fake Chosen One, and a god that *checks notes* gets distracted by mages throwing debris at them. This is where convergence and magic items tailored to each role would've been awesome.

•Suddenly Important Triplets

Look. I'm not against having the triplets have an important role, but the last time they appeared was all the way back in the prologue, Ambassador route only, and they were presented as kind of shallow and dumb. And now they are the masters of secrets holding super important information? What?! If they wanted to go for this it should have been hinted so that, at least in hindsight, it makes sense.

Also, side note on the favours. They should be different for every role. Up until I caught up that the three routes were not hapenning simultaneosuly anymore I thought good lord why is everyone being asked for Erik's hair. But no. Not everyone. Just who you're playing as because the other two Chosen Ones are not that important anymore and hold no role in the story.

•Dialogue Recycling

I mean, in the end a lot of the other points are tied to this. They wrote one thing and made the bare necessary changes to make it for the three roles. And we've seen dialogue recycling before! Sometimes it's necessary! In ch5 we've seen some dialogue recycling, but it was less... obnoxious is not the word I'm looking for but it will have to do, and generally made more sense (there were a couple instances in the polyam options were the recycled dialogue implied you'd entered the romance from the wrong side, but I'm not here to critique ch5, let's stick to the finale). However, in the finale the dialogue recycling has been constant across all three roles. Not much to distinguish if you're playing as Knight, Ambassador, of Nomad from the events/dialogue except how people address you. Before every route was distinctly different.

•Loose Threads

It drives me nuts that we've had the finale without all questions being answered. What the fuck happened with the cultist at the forest, for once? It was given so much importance and then they were not to be seen or even mentioned again. And what about Callisto's hiring of Raiden? I'm okay with not knowing how she got the Guild's favour (I would be more okay if the sisters were introduced from the start as sneaky and secretive little bitches), but who is Rai murdering? He even mentions it's a job he would have gotten eventually and it feels wird af that you can't even guess about it?

•No Time for Love

This might be slightly more petty, but it is a big pet peeve of mine when once a romantic route is selected you actually have less romance/content with the LI instead of more. But it's only a natural outcome when you combine 'Where's my Convergence' and 'Dialogue Recycling'

•King, Queen, and Special Little Friend

More petty things, but why don't MC, Erik, and Maja rule as a throuple in the polyam routes? I could buy it that Nomad doesn't want to because they made it clear they do not want to live in court like that (and still Maja and Erik could pester them about it). But with Knight and Ambassador? If ruling by three isn't a concept yet then their new Majesties would certainly make it one.

•I Love You but I Love Heist More

Also a petty one, but it didn't feel right for Lucien to leave for the next heist when you just started your relationship with them. Lucien, who so romantically told you that being so ancient they count time not by the seasons but by the lives of those they love. But then they can't wait the blink of a human lifetime for the next heist? Or failing that take you with them? I get that in the polyam routes Raiden has to stay in Novus as the new Viper, and that MC would stay with him rather than leave too, but the monogamous route? Kinda unnecessary for MC to stay.

(And then again, if Lucien is so ancient what is a human lifetime to them? Heist is good and all but are you really telling me it's the only source of entertainment you get? My friend, I say this as someone who loves you: you need to get hobbies)

•Bad Ending

I could write a whole essay on this, but enough to say that the Bad Ending isn't bad as in tragic but bad as in nonsensical. Why can Novoth make you replace the god who marked you? Why does that make you forgive you about yourself, your friends, your lifes and experiences? Why does everything go to shit immediately after (the gods told that Novoth wanted a utopia eventually leading to ruin, not the apocalypse? But well, they made Novoth straight up evill instead of not understanding how humanity works which was a far more attractive idea, so yeah. I could make a whole other point about this, actually). Additionally, why do your friends give up immediately after and scatter? They had strong bonds tying them together before you came around!!

Also, if you change your mind last minute and switch to the Good End halfway through it is. the most. nonsensical thing. of all.

And that has been all!! Thanks for coming to my TED talk. If you're still reading I commend your commitment.

I genuinely liked the game (still do, finale notwithstanding), the characters and overall game up until ch5 were amazing and it seemed like they were leading to an equally amazing finale. I was wrong. But I became attached to the LIs and my OCs, so I'll still be obsessed with this game for the foreseeable future.

All in all, bad canon exists so fanon can thrive, I guess, so I'll be working on my own fanfix for the finale because it deserved better.

#errant kingdom #errant kingdom finale #errant kingdom spoilers #visual novel #lunaris games #what not to do #criticism #look I don't know what to tag this tbh #long post #shines randomness #shine rants #shine is random #shine posts

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minty fresh

Summary: (coda to 8x24 - The Replicator) Hotch & Morgan are getting ready to go to Rossi's team dinner in memory of Strauss and having a bit of a disagreement about when it would be appropriate to let the team know about them.

Words: 1.4k

Pairing: Hotch/Morgan

Warnings: sex (not smut, just lots of casual mentions of them doing it), nudity

Notes: Just bickering and brushing their teeth, that's about as domestic as it gets. Happy Friday everyone! I'm hoping to fill a few requests over the weekend so stay tuned!

Read below the cut (because it's a pretty immediate mention of sex) or on AO3!

Derek was naked. Completely naked, pacing like a lion stalking its prey back and forth. He had three suits laid out on the bed, three shirts that could work with any of them, and an abundance of indecision lacing every move he made.

Hotch was barely dressed, clothed in a loosely draped towel around his waist and one of Derek’s t-shirts. Bare feet damp against the warm tile after two showers, two long showers. Not separate. It was just that the first shower, they were going to save time, get it done together but Derek couldn’t keep his hands to himself and Hotch couldn’t argue so they got out of the shower, stumbled to their bed and fucked as quickly and quietly as they could. Jack was napping upstairs, Clooney with him, both dead to the world. Jessica would be there soon to keep an eye on them so the two men could head out, but for the time being the house was mostly all theirs.

The second shower was thwarted by another fast, desperate attempt to make the evening not as terrible as it was going to be. After that, they jumped into the shower to clean themselves up and it very nearly devolved into another mad dash for the bed. The third time, though, Hotch had some semblance of willpower and said no.

“We’re going to be late,” he whined when Derek’s hands slicked up his sides, thumbs grazing that tender skin where his thighs curved, lips dusting feather soft and wet. Soap suds and steamy breath and a palm planted against the tile for support like he might try something acrobatic right there in the shower. “Derek…” he protested again, weaker this time.

“I can’t believe we’re finally telling the team,” Derek had replied with hot lips dusting Hotch’s pulse. “No more lies.”

Hotch’s breath caught in his throat and Derek tasted it, the tension in that full stop. He knew what it meant before Hotch even opened his damn traitorous mouth. “Maybe we should wait another week.”

“Man…” Derek whined this time, stepping back, no longer in the mood. Well, less in the mood. Slightly. Very slightly. “Why?”

Rebuffed, Hotch frowned. “Because Strauss just died, and the team more or less just found out about she and Rossi. The timing is awkward.”

So, they finished in silence because Derek really couldn’t think of anything to say that wouldn’t initiate a full argument right there in the shower. He finished first and stepped out, letting Hotch shower in peace. Now, the dust had settled, somewhat. It had been ten minutes since that conversation ended whatever game of hands was happening in the shower. They hadn’t spoken, not since the hiss of the shower died out and the steam was released from the bathroom to the bedroom. Everything settled quiet and still around them. With some urgency, knowing they were running late, Hotch shaved his face and tried not to cut himself in the process.

“Are you going to give me the silent treatment all afternoon?” he asked impatiently, though he supposed if Derek was giving him the silent treatment it would bode well for not telling the team they’d been lying to them for months...years if you wanted to be specific, but that was a point of contention that was currently in the off-limits-for-discussion zone. Things got too heated.

Derek sighed and wandered into the bathroom, still naked, still undecided on suit color.

“Maybe.”

“I wish you wouldn’t.”

Derek, squeezing toothpaste onto both of their brushes because he wasn’t a complete monster, stared at Hotch through the mirror. “Look. I get that you want to wait out of respect for Rossi, but I gotta ask...if the roles were reversed, if I died which I very nearly did if you recall, you think Rossi would do the same for you? I think the hell not.”

“He might.”

“He wouldn’t and you know it.”

Hotch didn’t want to consider the fact that Derek was right, even if it would be an easy conclusion to arrive at. Rossi hadn’t ever been the best friend, he could be decent when it served him but he was more generous than he was thoughtful. It was just that with the team being faced with not only Strauss’ death but the subsequent knowledge that she and Rossi had been involved in a relationship for at least the last year right under their noses...well Rossi might not have been so thoughtful, but that wasn’t the point. He was relatively certain he wouldn’t announce a relationship at a memorial...well, somewhat certain. A little certain.

“Just because Rossi might not think twice doesn’t mean I shouldn’t.”

“Aaron,” Derek said, the toothbrush clicking against his teeth while he scrubbed. He spoke around a mouthful of foam, a fact that made it a little hard for Hotch to take him too seriously but he forced a studious frown and tried. As the foam accumulated in the corners of Derek’s lips, he couldn’t help the ghost of a smile as it appeared on his face. “I don’t want to hide anymore. I’m tired of hearing the jokes about how I’m a dog, people asking how many hook-ups I nailed over the weekend and if I knew any of their last names. I’m a grown man, never been married, showin’ up to work lookin’ single and everyone talks. They’re out there assuming I’ve been sniffing around the clubs when I’ve actually been making pancake breakfasts and coaching Little League and chaperoning field trips and...dammit Aaron, clear my fuckin’ name already.” He was posing it as a lighthearted plea, but Hotch could see he meant it and if he was being honest, he hadn’t really considered that part of the equation.

“Do people really talk to you that way?”

“To use a Penelope-ism, oh you sweet summer child…” Derek spit the minty foam into the sink and smiled. It was a little sweet, but a little unhinged. “Of course they do. And maybe they’ll say something different or worse if they find out I’ve been sleeping with the boss but I don’t care, I just...I want to walk into Rossi’s house with you. I wanna sit beside you. I wanna hold your hand. I watched your helicopter crash, I thought you were dead and when I opened that door it took every ounce of willpower I had not to pull you out and hug you and make sure you were alright...I can’t keep doing this. Is it too much to ask that we just get to stop lying?”

Hotch, spitting his own toothpaste into the sink and running the water to rinse it down, shrugged. “I suppose not. Strauss and Rossi already proved that the Bureau doesn’t mind the fraternization quite as much as they claim to.”

“That’s the spirit!” Derek exclaimed, examining himself quickly in the mirror before turning back to Hotch with an evil grin. He was about to go for the kill shot – a compromise. Now that Hotch was in his corner, he would seek out a little wiggle room for them both. “How about this? We show up together, we don’t hold hands but we do sit together. Ease them into it.”

“You’re certain we can’t just wait one more week? Just let the proverbial dust settle a bit?”

“Uh-huh,” Derek replied, rinsing his toothbrush and approaching Hotch. He pressed his naked waist against Hotch’s towel, hooked his finger into the little twist at the front and popped it open. The towel dropped to the floor and Derek pressed closer. “I’m ready. And I know you are too. Besides, you’re about to be forced into her job and yours and I’m never going to see you again...this might be our last shot to even be in the room together.” That last shot put the nail in the coffin. Hotch nodded silently, uneasily, contemplating the impending explosion of responsibility he was about to take on. Sensing the shift, Derek reached around and grabbed a handful of Hotch’s ass, giving it a cheeky squeeze, the devil in his eyes. Hotch groaned but forgot all about the job, and just about everything else that wasn’t Derek. He had no choice. He needed this too.

“Fine. But we go easy. No big announcements, no drawing attention to it. If it comes up naturally, that’s fine but otherwise…”

“I’ll show you something that comes up naturally…” Derek whispered, his lips dusting a minty trail from Hotch’s collar bone to his pulse, up his jaw, and crash-landing in a bruising sticky toothpaste kiss. Hotch protested weakly. It was pathetic. He was completely and utterly whipped.

“We’re going to be late…” he whimpered, gasping between kisses. It was pointless. They were already headed for the bed.

“Fashionably.”

#aaron hotchner #derek morgan #hotchgan #hotch x morgan #criminal minds #fanfiction

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