#what happens when three dorks fall down a well

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The only context for this is "I thought it'd be funny to draw".

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Twenty Five: The Weight Of The World

Charles Leclerc x Nova Teller (OC)

Till the wheels fall off Masterlist

I’m sorry for this 😭😭😭

Small town meets the fast lane. What happens when two souls meet? Will it end in happiness or will they both crash and burn?

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The past twenty four hours had been utter hell, not only was jet lag kicking my ass I also had the club asking me three million questions. I wanted to sleep but my body was refusing, every time I closed my eyes my mind would start racing again, nothing could quiet the voice inside my head.

The only positive thing was Jax woke up.

Slumping down on the outdoor sofa I pulled the blanket over my tired body, placing a cigarette between my lips. I unlocked my phone, scrolling through my contacts until I found Charles' name. I needed him here with me but right now I would have to settle for his voice.

After a few rings he picked up.

“Hey Char,” I sighed, taking a long drag of the smoke.

“How you holding up Sunshine?”

“J'ai été meilleur, j'aimerais que tu sois là maintenant. I've been better, I wish you were here now,” I whispered, blinking back tears, “but at least Jax is awake.”

“You sound shattered, have you had any sleep since you got home?” he asked, I knew he would be worrying about me.

“Not really, I have tried but no matter how hard I try my body is fighting it,” I sighed, keeping my gaze focused on the sunrise. “I don’t think I will sleep properly until Jax gets out of hospital to be honest.”

Before Charles could respond the sound of the doorbell echoed through the house, luckily I had the backdoor open meaning I heard it. ���You have got to be kidding me, who the hell is at the front door at 5am.” I exclaimed, kicking the blanket off my body.

“Maybe it’s Chibs?” Charles questioned.

“Nah, he has a key he’d let himself in but he would let me know he was coming.” I started, tossing the cigarette butt into the metal bucket by the door. “Whoever it is better pray they haven’t just woken Elenor or Pops up otherwise there will be hell to play.” The sound of my boyfriend laughing down the phone caused me to raise an eyebrow even though he couldn’t see it. “What is so funny?” I asked, as I walked through the house without turning any of the lights on.

“You are just too cute, that's all,” he chuckled.

“Well, I won’t be cute when I brutally pull the limbs off the person who is at my door before the sun has fully risen.” I coldly said as I reached the front door.

It took me a few minutes to get all the chains and locks off the door, one of the many things we had to do to keep Pops safe when he started wandering around the house in the middle of the night.

The moment I forcefully yanked the front door open I felt my jaw hit the floor seeing Charles standing there, phone pressed to his ear and back pack thrown over his shoulder with a shit eating grin plastered on his face. “Do I get to keep my limbs?” he laughed, ending the call and tucking his phone back in his pocket.

“Vous êtes un trou du cul, Charles Leclerc. You're an asshole, Charles Leclerc.” I breathed, shaking my head at the dork who was currently occupying the front porch.

“Oui, mais tu m'aimes. Yes, but you love me,” he smirked, stepping forward to close the gap between us, pulling me into his arms. The sound of his steady heartbeat was what I needed to calm the voices in my mind.

“I can’t believe you are here,” I whispered, refusing to let go of him.

“I wasn’t going to abandon my girl when she needed me the most,” he hummed, pressing a kiss to the top of my head, before guiding me back into the house. “I can only stay for a couple of days though.”

“That’s better than you not being here at all I guess,” I breathed, nuzzling my face further into his hoodie, letting the smell of his aftershave wash over me.

For a few moments the world felt right again.

“Uncle Charlie?” Elenor whispered from the top of the stairs causing me to pull away from Charles.

“What are you doing awake, my little bear?” Charles asked, dropping his backpack by the shoe rack as he made his way to the bottom of the stairs.

“The doorbell woke me up, I thought it was daddy,” she admitted, causing my heart to ache.

“Oh baby,” I said softly, trying to hold back tears once again, “Daddy will have to stay with the Doctors for a little bit longer.” The hardest part of this situation was trying to explain it to Elenor in a way that didn’t traumatize her. “But I promise we can go and see him later.”

After a long week and a half, today was the day Jax was finally allowed home, my emotions were all over the place. I was so happy my brother was being released but also extremely stressed because of the care Jax would need during his recovery.

“Nova, you really need to sleep,” Pascale said, passing me a large cup of coffee and a plate of pancakes. She had been a life saver over the last few weeks, I honestly don’t think I would have coped without her. From the moment we got back to my family home her motherly instincts kicked in, although I don’t think this woman would ever lose them, it was just in her nature, she made sure we ate, had freshly washed clothes and the house was clean.

Elenor loved her and was constantly asking her questions about her son which she found highly amusing and I couldn’t complain, I loved hearing about Charles.

However I think the saving grace with Pascale living with us was how she was with Pops, they got on like a house on fire which made things a lot easier. Especially since Pops’ health had taken a turn for the worse, he was starting to wander the house more during the middle of the night, he was getting angry at every little thing and he was forgetting things we told him pretty much instantly.

“Maman, thank you,” I whispered, flashing her a weak smile, “for everything.”

“Sweetie, you do not need to thank me,” she hummed.

“But you have done so much for my family and you hardly know us.”

“You mean a lot to my son, I have never seen him this happy and I know if he could he would be here, so it is the least I can do.”

Glancing over her shoulder I realized I was late leaving. “Shit, I should have left ten minutes ago,” I sighed, downing the mug of coffee not caring if it burned me. “I will eat these later, I need to get to the hospital.”

The drive back from the hospital was only short but in the space of the last ten minutes Jax had gotten on every one of my last nerves. I was moments away from kicking him outta the car letting him hobble on his crutches the rest of the way home.

“I swear to god, did the nurses give you extra medication to make you ten times more frustrating than normal?” I huffed, turning onto our street.

“What happened to the sweet loving sister, did you leave her back in the hospital?” He shot back, placing a cigarette between his lips.

“I killed her,” I shrugged, clenching my teeth. I knew the recovery period was going to be a tough one and I had a feeling he was going to try and milk the situation, everyone waiting on him hand and foot.

“Who shat on your bike this morning?”

A heavy sigh escaped my lips as I pulled my battered truck onto the drive next to the bright red Ferrari Purosangue Charles had left, the sight of it made me miss him even more, my heart was calling out for him every day and if I was being honest I was struggling with the distance. The time difference was making things extremely difficult, meaning we were communicating through voicemails and texts.

“I’m sorry,” I breathed, running my hands over my face before taking the half smoked cigarette from him, taking a long drag. “I feel like the weight of the world is crushing me into the ground.”

“Squirt, is the club not pulling their weight?” Jax asked, voice full of concern.

“Yeah they are,” I breathed, taking another pull on the smoke, “I dunno, I’m trying to keep everything together but the stress is killing me And to top it all off I miss Char so fucking much.” I could feel the tears starting to burn my eyes, I promised myself I wasn’t going to break down today, everyone was so excited Jax was coming home, especially Elenor.

Jax reached over, taking my hand in his, the look of guilt was written all over his face and I hated it. I still didn’t know the reason why he rode his bike completely wasted, every time I tried to bring it up Jax completely shut down.

The next couple of hours everything was crazy, Elenor hadn’t left her father’s side which made things slightly awkward getting Jax settled back in. Chibs and Nero had done an amazing job in turning Elenor’s play room into a makeshift bedroom for Jax, I knew everyone would want to come and see Jax but I had put my foot down, for the first night I just wanted it to be, me, Jax, Elenor, Pops and Pascale.

Feeling my phone buzz in my back pocket, I flashed Jax a weak smile leaving him cuddled on the sofa with his little girl before making my way outside.

My heart fluttered seeing Charles’ name pop up on my screen, my fingers darted across the screen instantly accepting the call.

“Est-ce que c'est le bon moment, bébé ? Is this a good time, baby?” he asked, his voice was raspy like he had just woken up, but he more than likely had with it being around 6am in Singapore.

“Oui, mon Dieu, ta voix m'a manqué. Yes, my God, I missed your voice,” I breathed, trying to hold back the tears. I had never felt this much emotion hearing someone’s voice before. “I wish you were here with me?”

“Oh Sunshine, I would do anything to be able to hold you in my arms right now, we only have a couple more weeks to get through before I can come to Cali, spending some much needed time with my girls before COTA,” he sighed, pausing a second before speaking again. “Swap onto facetime, I need to see your beautiful face.” A small smile graced my face as I followed his instructions, the moment his face popped up on the screen I couldn’t hold the tears back. “Please don’t cry, I hate seeing you like this.”

Leaning against the back of the sofa, I ran a hand over my cheeks, “Maman has been a life saver,” I whispered, changing the subject.

“I’m glad she is there for you,” he smiled, adjusting his position in bed, giving me more of a view of his bare torso that was only covered by a thin sheet. “How’s Jax doing?”

“More annoying than normal,” I half laughed, my face instantly dropping the moment I heard my name being shouted from inside the house. “God, can’t I just have half an hour to myself,” I growled in frustration. “Baby, I hate to cut this so short, but I’ve gotta go, I’m sorry.”

“Bébé, tu n'as aucune raison de t'excuser, va t'occuper de ta famille et appelle-moi quand tu pourras. Baby, you have nothing to apologize for, go take care of your family and call me when you can.” he whispered, blowing me a kiss.

The last five days had been utter chaos, ever since Jax had come home from the hospital the front door had basically turned into a revolving door, there was always a member or two of the club hanging about.

All the boys wanted to check in on their president and brother.

The house had basically become the new club house, meaning Jax could still take control of everything from his bed, no matter what time of the day it was I could always guarantee there would be at least four Harleys parked on the driveway.

Pops was really struggling with the dramatic change to his environment, the hustle and bustle caused him to lock himself in his bedroom most days making things a lot harder on me, especially since the front door was never locked, I was constantly worried something was going to happen to him when he started wandering about in the middle of the night.

My body was screaming at me to get a good night's rest but with keeping on top of Jax’s medication schedule and making sure Pops was safe, it was proving difficult to get more than a couple of hours. I found myself setting up camp on the living room sofa so I was in between Jax and Pops. The sofa was playing havoc with my back and to top everything off me and Charles hadn’t spoken properly for a couple of days.

As Pascale walked into the living room a heavy sigh left her lips, she could see how hard everything was for Nova, no matter how much help she tried to provide to the young girl it didn’t seem to be doing much to lighten the load. JT’s health was getting worse, over the last week he had at least two outbursts every day.

Armed with a fresh pot of coffee she made her way over to Nova only to find the poor girl passed out on the sofa, her phone still unlocked in her hand. Pascale wasn’t one for prying but she couldn’t help but get a glimpse of the conversation Nova had been having with her son.

Char I am fucking struggling

I feel like I am slipping further into the darkness

I just wish you were here with me, the voices are getting loud in my head again

GOD WHY IS THIS SO FUCKING HARD

Her heart broke for Nova, this wasn’t the same girl she met back in Monza. Placing the phone and mug on the small side table she grabbed the blanket off the back of the sofa, slowly covering Nova up before placing a gentle kiss to the top of her head.

She knew this wasn’t her house but she wasn’t going to let Nova be the next one in hospital, for the first time since Jax had come home there were no members of the club hanging around and Pascale knew this was her only shot, taking a deep breathe she quickly went to check on Jax, who was sound asleep with his daughter snuggled in his arms.

A small smile tugged at her lips seeing the pair of them together, it was clear Jax loved his daughter to bits and she looked up to her father, and she found her mind drifting to thoughts of how Charles would be with a daughter of his own.

Pushing the thoughts aside she exited the room, softly closing the door behind her before making her way to the main entrance of the house, she didn’t know what repercussions her next action would have but right now she didn’t care, all she was focused on was the girl that had stole her son’s heart. Pascale had made a promise to Charles to make sure Nova got enough sleep and she ate and so far she was failing at both things.

Taking a deep breath she locked the front door, making sure the chains were on as she knew some of the members had keys. Once she was satisfied she made her way to the back door doing the same thing.

The sudden sound of movement coming from upstairs quickly peaked her attention, within a matter of minutes she was now on the landing trying to figure out where JT had gone. Over the last day she had noticed how weak he was getting, so she was doing everything she could to get JT back to full health but it was a battle she realized she was quickly losing.

He looked like he was giving up, his body was losing all of its fight and it was only a matter of time before he slipped away peacefully, she hated how there was nothing she could do to fix this situation for Nova and Jax.

“John?” Pascale softly called out.

She was met with silence which caused her to panic.

Slowly she pushed open the door to JT’s room, her heart shattering in the process, the man lying in the bed wasn’t the same person who welcomed her into his home with open arms, instead laid a frail old man who looked like he was on his deathbed.

“Pascale,” he whispered, “I’m afraid I don’t have much time left.”

“JT, don’t say things like that,” she said softly, moving across the room to perch on the edge of the bed, taking his hand in hers. “You have a lot of years left in you, you gotta keep fighting, you need to stick around to see your baby girl get married and have a family of her own.” She could feel herself welling up as she spoke.

“Unfortunately, I don’t think I do, my body is giving up on me,” he sighed, “I got to see my sweet angel truly happy, which is all thanks to your son and that is enough for me, I know she is safe in his arms, he will cherish her and treat her like a queen.”

The smile on his face told Pascale he was hiding something.

“What do you know?” she questioned raising her brow at him.

“You can’t tell Nova, but I had a call with Charles today during free practice,” he beamed, as if he was reliving the day. “In all the time I have known that boy I have never known him so nervous.”

“We can’t be talking about the same boy here John,” she chuckled softly, before pausing as the realization hit her, there would be only one reason her son would call JT and be so nervous about it. Her hand flew to her mouth as she tried to blink back tears. “Did he?”

“Ask for my blessing to marry my daughter?” he grinned, pausing for a brief moment as a single tear rolled down his cheek. “He sure did, and my only question was why had he waited this long to ask, those two are destined to be together. I knew that the moment they laid eyes on each other.”

Pascale couldn’t believe the words she was hearing, this was the best frame of mind JT had been in all week and judging by the size of the grin on his face he wasn’t getting confused on what was reality or not.

“See, you have to stick around to walk her down the aisle.”

“I have made my peace with this Pascale,” he whispered, squeezing her hand softly. “Thank you for being here for my family, I honestly don’t know if they would have gotten through this without you. Now can you do me a favor and bring my children and granddaughter up here,” he paused, his voice cracking on him as he spoke the next five words.

“It’s time to say goodbye.”

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The Letter Pt. 1

Pairing: Ellie Williams x fem! reader

Warnings: She/Her pronouns used, Outing

Summary: Ellie and Y/N are in two very different social groups at school. One day when Y/N's crush is cruelly exposed in front of the whole school, Y/N is brutally shot down. Finally, five years later the two run into each other again.

High School AU

Pt. 1 Pt. 2 Pt. 3

*Not Proof Read* TLOU Masterlist

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Ellie. Williams.

Star basketball player and Student Council Vice President, all while being in multiple clubs. There's nothing she can't do.

Ellie's done literally everything. She's played every sport, been in every club, been in multiple art shows. She's one of the coolest people there is. Obviously everyone loves her. Who wouldn't? She's talented and pretty.

" You're staring again. " Dina teases.

" Oh shut up. " I grumble, poking at my suspicious school lunch. I'm not quite sure what it is but I don't think I want to find out.

" Just go ask her out already. What's the worst that can happen? " Jesse asks between mouthfuls of a sandwich. " I mean, I asked out Dina and here we are three months later. "

I roll my eyes. " It's different. I don't even know if she's into girls. "

" Just ask. " Jesse states in a 'duh' tone.

Dina shakes her head. " Jesse stop. Let Y/N take her time. "

I glance back at the long table across the room. Ellie eyes crinkle slightly as she laughs at something one of her friends says. She slaps the guy on the back, her short hair falling into her face.

She's so pretty.

I've heard rumors from my classmates. I've heard about her hooking up with a couple of the cheerleaders after games. She's never had a girlfriend though. At least one she's talked about.

Even if they weren't rumors, would she go for a girl like me? We run in two different circles. She never hangs out from anyone outside of her clique unless it's to help tutor other students.

Even then it's because it looks good on college applications, not because she wants to. She's admitted it when helping me out with science homework.

The bell rings and students begin to scatter. I make my way towards one of the small rooms behind the library where our study sessions our held. I pull out my notebooks and get ready to see Ellie.

I pull out my sketch book, flipping through the pages. One page catches my eye.

The Letter.

I spent all night working on it, figuring out the perfect thing to say. I ended up deciding not to give it to her when I saw her hanging out with some guys from the football team. I chickened out.

Maybe some day.

I turn to the next page, deciding to doodle while I wait.

" Hey! Sorry I'm late. " Ellie drops her bag onto table next to me, starting me. " Had to grab my books. "

" Fuck. " I mutter, blinking.

Ellie smirks at my shock.

" It's fine. " I shut the book, pushing it to the side.

Ellie sits down next to me, pulling her chair next to mine. " Alright, where were we? "

_____Third P.O.V._____

" I'm gonna go to the restroom. Be right back. " Y/N hops up, heading towards the door.

Ellie nods, not bothering to tear her eyes away from the textbook in front of her.

" Hey, Els. " A voice greets.

Ellie glances up to spot one of her friends. " Oh hey, Viv. " Ellie greets.

Vivian glances around the room. " Tutoring another dork? " She asks, picking at Y/N's items.

Ellie frowns slightly. " Well, yeah but I think she's okay, ya know. Like, she's pretty smart. Just not doing so well with AP physics. "

Vivian rolls her eyes. " You're too...nice, Ellie. You're too kind to say what everyone thinks. " Vivian lifts up a small black book. She flips through the pages in, clearly unamused at what's inside. " She's no Davinci. "

Ellie's unsure what to say. Sure, what Vivian's doing is fucked up. She'd hate it if someone looked through her shit, but she worked so hard to make it into the popular group. She spent months trying to fit in. She wasn't going to lose it now on a random girl because she feels a little bad.

Deciding not to feed into Vivian's antics, Ellie remains silent.

" Oh my god. " Vivian's eyes widen as she pauses at a page.

" What? " Ellie asks, curiosity getting the best of her. Whatever Y/N drew can't be that bad, right? Then again, she didn't really know the girl. Maybe she had some fucked up mind or some shit. She seemed normal though. How bad could it really be?

Vivian shakes her head, a giggle slipping through her lips. " This is Y/N's book, right? " She tears out a page from the book before setting the book back where it was before.

Ellie slowly nods. " Yeah...why? "

Vivian smirks. " No reason. You'll find out at the assembly. Speaking of assembly, I've gotta get to the gym. It's gonna start soon. Be there. Make sure Y/N's there too. " Vivian turns to leave. " She's not gonna want to miss this. "

Ellie doesn't respond. She watches as Vivian leaves the room with the paper in hand. What the fuck was on that paper?

Y/N makes it back into the room a few minutes later. " Alright. " She grins. " Let's get the worksheet done. "

Ellie nods, her mind otherwise occupied.

The next ten minutes seem to fly buy quickly. All Ellie can think about is the paper. What was Vivian going to do? What did Y/N have on that paper? Should Ellie bring Y/N to the gym? If she didn't, what would Vivian do?

The bell rings, signaling the end of study hall. Y/N and Ellie gather their things.

" Hey, are you going to the Assembly? " Ellie asks, trying to keep her tone calm.

Y/N shoots her a smile. " Yeah! I am. My friend's in the orchestra."

Ellie nods. " Nice. I'll see you there? "

Y/N's heart begins to quicken. Usually their conversations don't stray further than homework or classes. " Yeah. I'll keep an eye out for you. "

Ellie shoots Y/N a small smile, causing butterflies to erupt in Y/N's stomach.

The two break apart for their next class, both of their minds racing. One mind full of excitement at the thought of possibly running into Ellie at the assembly and the other full of dread at what's to come from the assembly.

------- First P.O.V.-------

I look around the gym, my hands slightly clammy. I eventually spot Dina in the corner, preparing her violin. I quickly send her a small wave before returning to my search.

" No need to search. You're favorite person's arrived. " Jesse jokes, taking a seat next to me.

I roll my eyes. " Ha ha. You're just who I was looking for. "

Jesse's eye brows quirk in surprise. " Really? "

With a laugh I shake my head. " Fuck no. "

" Ouch. " Jesse places a hand over his heart. " Straight to the heart. "

I grin. Finally I spot a familiar auburn haired girl a few rows below. Beside Ellie is the Vivian Logan, the student body President. Aka the school's resident bitch.

Ellie doesn't seem to notice me. She takes a seat next to Vivian, immediately crushing my soul.

I knew it was a long shot she'd sit next to me but a girl can dream, right?

" Finally. It's starting. " Jesse grumbles impatiently.

The orchestra and band play their pieces ending in the school erupting in applause. Finally, the principal makes his way towards the center of the gym.

" Students! Thank you all for joining us today! I'd like to welcome this year's student body who helped put together today's assembly! Give them a hand, will you? " Principal Clark claps while the student body filters down to the middle of the gym. " Now, your president, Vivian, has a few words to say. Take it away, Vivian. "

Principal Clark hands the microphone over to Vivian who accepts it happily.

" Hey guys! First of all, I just wanted to say I'm so excited to be up here today! " She excitedly states.

" So excited! " Jesse mocks.

I gently slap his shoulder. " Be nice. " I chuckle. " She hasn't done anything. "

" Yet. " Jesse mutters. " She always pulls something. How the fuck did she get elected? "

" Because she was voted hottest on the hottest vs nottest list last year. " I remind him. Stupid list. Why the fuck would someone waste their time making something like that?

" Guys...I know last week was the talent show but we have a late entry. A very late entry. " Vivian pulls out a small piece of paper. On the back is a familiar drawing.

A snake.

My heart stops.

No.

No fucking way.

How the hell could she get it?

It has to be a different paper. Right?

Unless...

" This person wrote something so beautiful I just had to share. This is actually to you, Ellie. " Vivian looks over to Ellie who furrows her eyebrows in confusion. " Lucky ducky. "

" Jesse. " I whisper.

" What? " Jesse asks in confusion.

I never told him about the note. I never told anyone. Fuck fuck fuck.

" I wrote that. " I begin to panic. " I fucking wrote that. "

Jesse's eyes widen. " What? Fuck, are you sure? How do you know? It could be anyone's. We haven't even heard it yet. "

" It's mine. Jesse it's fucking mine. "

Everyone's going to know what I fucking wrote.

Vivian clears her throat. " Let's begin. " She smiles brightly. " Dear Ellie, gosh, I'm so nervous writing this to you right now. I just can't keep it in. I feel like I need to tell you. I've thought about telling you for months. Actually for a couple years. I've just been so nervous. " Vivian mocks. With every word she acts it out, her words exaggerated. " I really like you. I don't know if you like me back. I just feel like I need to tell you. Whenever I see you my heart begins to race. I really like you Ellie Williams. And if there's any chance you possibly like me back, please let me know. Sincerely, Y/N. " With that, Vivian points at me.

I feel the stares of everyone around.

Giggles and whispers flood the room. The sound of people mocking me bounces off the walls.

" Fuck, Y/N... " Jesse says, obviously mortified for me.

None of that matters though.

All I can focus on is the horrified expression on Ellie's face. Her eyes stare straight into mine, burning a hole into my body. Her body is tense and unmoving underneath her jeans and open button up.

Vivian's laugh brings me back into reality. " Ellie, what do you have to say to this out burst of love. Do you feel the same? Personally, I think it's cute. She has a little crush. A little cringy but hey, it's flattering. " Vivian shoves the microphone in front of Ellie.

Ellie's cheeks turn a dark shade of red. She blinks. " No! Fuck no. " Ellie shakes her head, taking a step back. " Y/N, this would never fucking happen. " She gestures at the two of us. " No fucking way. No, Y/N. You're not my type. "

My heart shatters. She's not gay. She doesn't like me. Fuck.

Suddenly everything feels worse. The laughter gets louder. The points and stares become more obvious. The room seems to close around me, leaving me trapped in a room full of people making fun of me.

" That's enough! " The principal shouts.

His voice seems far away.

It's too late. The damage has already been done. Everyone knows I like Ellie. Everyone knows I like girls. What the fuck am I going to do?

I feel a strong arm pull me up.

Jesse leads me down the bleacher stairs. He pushes open the doors and ushers me out. The laughter of my classmates slowly dies out as the door shuts. Not completely though. I can still hear bits and pieces.

" Fuck, Y/N. Are you okay? " Jesse asks while rubbing my shoulder to console me.

I shake my head. " My life is over. "

My life might not have actually been over but at that moment it truly did feel like it was.

[quiet-hypnotist]

Cozy Date

“You are almost too good at this. It’s not fair!”

“What? Shoulder rubs?”

“Dork. That too, but I meant the rest!”

“Ohhh, that part, huh? I thought you liked it though?”

“I do. That’s the issue! How am I meant to fight it if it feels so good?”

“Are you?”

“Huh? Of course I am.”

“I see, my bad. I must have gotten distracted then as I was massaging you.”

“Don’t you get sneaky with me. I’m wise to your tricks now.”

“Certainly. We’ve been at this for what? Two years?” “Three to the day yesterday and you know it, you told me about it yourself at lunch earlier, remember?”

“My point exactly. Of course you would be very familiar with all my tricks up to this point. Easily so focused on seeing them coming that you learned to recognize every look, every gesture, every drop in my voice. You would see it coming from a mile away.”

“Damn right I would. I know you better than you know yourself sometimes. Not to brag or anything, of course.” “Naturally. It’s what happens after several years. And honestly that makes me pretty happy. Because that means that we both know exactly how my words are only intended to draw you in when it is a safe time for that to happen. You figured that part out so early on, didn’t you?”

“Mhm. Oh, you’re on thin ice. But also way too good with your hands. Keep going, I wanna see the look on your face when I resist this.”

“Funny you would say that when there’s nothing happening that you would have to resist in the first place. After all, you were the one who confirmed for me just now that you would see my trick coming from a mile away. So even if I weaved entrancing words into this rambling, you’d know them by heart already and could recognize them easily. Right?”

“Right...”

“Which means it would be silly to drop my voice a bit lower or speak a bit softer...”

“Hey!”

“Because even if I did, you would only get lulled into that sleepy haze if you wanted to go there anyway. Right?”

“Of course!”

“So even if I used the most clever words right now, you wouldn’t get drawn into my pace at all because you’d be too busy enjoying the massage, wouldn’t you say so?”

“That’s obvious. Told you so!”

“Exactly, you did! So even if I did any funny tricks with my voice, you wouldn’t feel compelled to listen or smile about it, right?”

“Mhm!”

“And even if I slowed down the pace… and massaged you a little firmer… while letting you relax deeper… even then you would be free to not get hypnotized right now, right?”

“Duh! You got it.”

“Which means that even if I keep this up, you’re not getting tricked by me right now, right?”

“Yes!”

“So you can simply choose not to relax deeper and deeper under my fingertips right now, right?”

“Uhh, sure… Any moment now...”

“That’s right. Any moment now you can simply choose to stop listening, can’t you?” “Uh huh. Gonna show you...” “And it’s going to feel so good to show me how this time you’re not getting hypnotized right now, won’t it?” “The best...”

“Such an amazing feeling to know that you’re not falling deeper and deeper for my tricks and schemes right now, isn’t it?”

“So good...”

“You’re not getting hypnotized right now.” “Uh huh...” “You’re not growing limp and sleepy and warm under my hands right now.” “Mhm!” “You’re not mindlessly listening and enjoying this.” “Hehehe…!” “And whatever might happen, you’re not deeply mesmerized and loving every second of it right now.” “Hmmmm, loving it...” “Because if you were, you’d love the idea of falling a little deeper every time at your own pace whenever you really want to switch off your brain and enjoy yourself, wouldn’t you?” “Yes please!”

“In which case all I would need to do would be to invite you. And you would happily go along with it when that sounds like the sort of fun you want. Isn’t that right?” “Yes, yes, yes...”

“Awww, someone got a bit excited about that, hmm?” “”Uh huh! Hehehe…” “Looks like you bested me again. But I am sure next time I could put you under. Does that sound like something you want me to try?” “Yes please!” “Well, then I better wrap this massage up, so that when you’re up for it we can get up to all sorts of shenanigans. And hey, maybe you’ll actually win against me one of these days!” “Huh…? Oh, you! Just you wait. I’ll show you a hypnotized and tricked thrall! Tomorrow. Maybe. Though… I suppose I’d have an unfair advantage. I guess if you asked nicely, I could let you put me under once or twice first. Y’know… to let you practice and level the playing field.” “What a generous angel I asked out! Lucky me. Then don’t mind if I do.”

*** Did you like this story? Then there’s good news! You can consider heading over to my Patreon and pledge, which will keep me writing even more smut for you every week! Yes, for you! Since my patrons even get a chance to have me write their favorite things. So head over there and learn how!

[harufluff]

’a little longer?’ 西村 力

warnings - none :)))) (unless you count angry jay as a warning...)

genre - fluff, kinda angst??? niki x gender neutral!reader

requested - kinda??? i requested to write an idea from someone….

a/n - im stealing the idea from @sieunslov3ly (with consent down worry). thanks for letting me use this btw!!! ilyyyyy <333

'I DONT WANNA LEAVE THOUGHHHHH'

you were pretty sure your neighbors were pissed by now. but what could you say? its young love between teenagers, what are you gonna do.

'riki you have to go home.'

reasoning with him is a no go. not even his hyungs, who you are trying to not worry at the moment, can get him to do something he doesn't want to do.

long story short, hanging out with your boyfriend was great! you went out for dinner and walked around shops until you both god tired and went back to your place for guess what? snuggles!!!

when you guys got home you just got in bed and talked for a few hours, but that gets boring fast considering you had been together all day, and you both started repeating subjects.

but now he's been at your place for three hours, after you spent three hours together out in the world. you've been together for six hours, starting at 6:00...

he's been doing nothing accept kissing you everywhere possible for the entire time.

and now its 12:00 am...oh this was not going to end well for you for riki. what you dont know is that his phone has been on silent this whole time, leaving him to not notice the notifications on his phone.

'c'mon, we should get out of bed and check the time.'

you say, dreading it but knowing you should for both of your well being. if you stayed there any longer your legs might fall off.

'but I dont want to...its so comfy here...'

you smile to yourself at your boyfriends cute, sleepy remarks.

'lets at least go check out phones just incase. hopefully no one died while we were in there'

riki gets up behind you and follows you like a lost puppy to where you left your phones coming into the house. before you even get to all your stuff you here a phone buzzing.

'riki, your getting a call.'

'oh really? its probably my hyungs checking in on me'

you grab his phone and pass it to him, grabbing your own in the process. when he answers the phone all the sound that comes out is..

'YAH NISHIMURA RIKI. YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO BE BACK LIKE 3 HOURS AGO.'

jay's voice is heard on the other side of the phone. riki pulls the phone away from his ear, the yelling being loud enough to hear even though it's not even on speaker phone.

'sorry hyung, we got distracted'

'YOU BETTER BE HOME IN 10 MINUTES OR YOU'LL BE HEARING THIS ALL OVER AGAIN.'

he hangs up the phone before anything else can happen.

'come here, you better get ready to leave before we both get yelled at'

you walk him to the door, grabbing his stuff in the process so you can get him out the door and back home safely.

'but I dont wannaaaaaa. please dont make me y/n.'

he pouts at you with a full on puppy dog face, hoping that could give him a little longer with you.

'no. cmon you gotta g-'

youre sentence is cut short when riki pushes you up against the door. youre trapped. the door at your back, riki infant of you, his arms on the sides of you. there is no way out.

'please'

a kiss to your forehead

'please'

a kiss to your temple

'please'

a kiss to your cheekbone'

'please'

a kiss to your nose

'please'

and finally, a kiss to your lips. a long, passionate kiss that lingers even after he pulls away to say,

'please dont make me leave'

when he pulls away to get a look at your face, his eyes light up at seeing the pink blush on your cheeks.

'oh my god I made you blush'

he pulls his hands away from the door to place them on your cheeks and move your head to see the blush further.

'yea you always do you dork! now get out of here before you get yelled at again!'

you yell at him while pushing him out the door to go home.

'now go ho-'

'can I have one more?'

he stand below you, two steps down, just below your nose. you stare into his pleading eyes for a second before stepping just outside to lean over him and give him one finally kiss.

'now go home idiot.'

'I love you too'

he smiles then runs away happily in the direction of his dorms. oh he was getting yelled at tonight...

none of the images used in this post belong to me

credit to the owners ☺︎

I hope you liked it! thanks again to @sieunslov3ly for letting me write her idea. ily youuu!

written by harufluff | do not copy steal or repost on other websites

[goldenoyster]

Sept Stobin Extravaganza Alt-Prompt: "For You? Absolutely."

Rated T | @sept-stobin-extravaganza | 754 Words | Sequel to Day 5's Fill Here [AN: I filled this on the wrong blog but it's already been reblogged by the event, so this link will direct you to my writing blog, lol]

Steve and Robin had been “dating” for close to seven months now. Robin was almost about to graduate, and her parents were making noises about what the two were going to do after.

Before everything that happened at the mall, she’d been set on moving out of Hawkins to a bigger city and going to school to be a professional translator, but now? Steve was here, so here she’d stay. She figured she could always go in a few years once the kids were grown.

Her parents were kind of hippies, so they just wanted her to be happy, but they also wanted to see her taken care of.

“I hope he’s planning on proposing to you soon,” her mom told her one night at dinner.

“Mom! I haven’t even finished school yet!” Robin protested. “You couldn’t at least give me until summer before you started saying something?”

“She’s right, though,” her dad said, taking another bite of casserole. “You two are so sweet together. We just want you to be happy, Birdie, like how we are.”

Robin just pushed the rest of her food around on her plate and ignored her parents until she could be excused to go back to her room.

She laid in bed that night, just staring at the ceiling, thinking about what her parents said. Why not get married? It’s not like she would ever be able to get married to someone she was in love with, and she planned for the two of them to spend the rest of their lives together. Wasn’t that what marriage was anyway? Committing your life to someone?

The more she thought about it, the less downsides she saw. In March, when Steve’s bat bites got infected, they wouldn’t let her in his room until he woke up and made them. They’d never be able to keep the two apart. She could make sure she was the one making medical decisions for him instead of his parents who were never around and didn’t care.

They could find a place to live together without being judged for “cohabitating out of wedlock” or even buy a house together. She knew he didn’t want to stay at his parents’ house any longer than he had to.

He wanted kids, too. Sure, Robin hadn’t always been the biggest fan of kids, but the more she was around the little dorks that followed Steve everywhere, the more open she was to them. If Steve was having kids, they’d be just as much hers too. The thought of having sex with Steve made her want to gag, but she wouldn’t mind figuring out some other way to carry a baby for him.

The only thing that was holding her back? Steve himself. She couldn’t stop him from marrying someone he loved. He could still find a girl and fall in love and want to marry her. He’d said before that he’d marry her, but did he really mean it?

Without even thinking about the time, Robin crept down the stairs to the phone and punched in the number to Steve’s private line.

“Hullo?” she heard his voice come through, groggy and thick with sleep.

“Steve!”

She heard the rustle of sheets over the line. “Robin?” he said back, much more awake this time. “It’s like three in the morning? Is something wrong?”

“Did you mean it when you said you’d marry me?”

“Wait, what?” he sounded so confused.

“When you asked me out,” she started, being mindful of the fact that her parents could potentially wake up and overhear, “did you mean it when you said you’d marry me?”

“Well… Yeah? I wouldn’t have said it otherwise,” he answered.

“Are you one-hundred percent sure?” she checked again.

“Yes, Robin! For you? Absolutely!” he said back, exasperatedly. “Is this the only reason you called me and woke me up? We have work in the morning!”

“Well, the answer’s ‘yes,’ dingus!”

“For… waking me up?” he asked. “Rob, you’ve gotta be clearer. I’m still over here half asleep.”

Robin took a deep breath. “The answer’s ‘yes,’ I’ll marry you!”

The other end of the line was silent for a moment. “Like, right now? It’s 3AM.”

“Ugh!” she huffed and slammed the phone on the receiver.

“Congrats, honey!” she heard her dad call from her parents’ room.

“Yeah, Birdie! Nail that boy down!” her mom called too.

“Arghhh!” Robin screamed, as loud as she could, in frustration, and stormed off to her room. Why did she even bother with these people?

[angeloverangelo]

"Glowing Halo, Guardian Angel"

And I dream of being braver

A/N: I really got nothing to say other than this is inspired by Operation Ashring's OST. Enjoy being the one that's kicking ass. WARNING: Mentions of blood, injuries. Reader is gender neutral. ----

This is a situation in which you, the reader, is a 'noncombatant' within the VALORANT protocol, basically, support in simpler terms. Beloved by all, they try to keep you save. Yet when a mission goes awry, the dispatched agents are in for a surprise that they have a guardian angel watching.

---- It didn't look good for everyone. Out of energy, bullets, and their weapons jamming, they were being cornered by their omega counter parts, dodging death in every turn until they were cornered, their cover slowly breaking down from the hail of bullets. "YOU. ARE. POWERLESS!" Viper cursed underneath her breathe as the KA/YO sparked the unstable radianite within their body, further incapacitating the team in the corner. Out of options, out of ways to run and somehow get an advantage. "It was nice knowing you all..." Killjoy coughed, panting, tired from running. Holding her Classic, with only three bullets in the magazine. "To die here..." Omen muttered, it was hard enough to keep his body still. Any more damage to him and he'll be truly gone. Reyna gripped her Sheriff hard as she waited...if she was going to die here, she would die taking at least one of them with her. Sova can only sigh as he felt his quiver empty, his bow was useless and now he can only hope that a miracle happens. "I knew this was too good, dammit! Dying here...this is pathet-" Viper's words cut off as the Reyna from Omega Earth came from the corner, Vandal on hand and- *BANG* Viper closed her eyes, but the bullets didn't came, she opened her eyes to see the Reyna dead, a hole from her head. Blood pouring to the ground. She looked back, no one fired a single bullet. More shots came, seemingly coming from the sky as the Omega counterparts shot back, but one by one they seem to fall. Until after a minute, silence came. The agents slowly crawled out of the corner, to find a massacre. Five shots was heard before. And there was now five bodies. If you count the KA/YO's robotic frame as a body. "What...just happened?" Killjoy managed to ask, "Did they shot themselves or something." Omen looked up, the rooftops was someone cladded in dark clothing, face, on hand was a Marshal and the person seemed to staring at Omen. "...Looks like someone saw us." Omen spoke. The person dropped a rope and quickly they grappled down before landing on their feet, their faces was covered as they looked at the five agents. "Uh...thanks?" Killjoy smiled nervously before Reyna pressed the barrel of her gun at the person's head. "Yes, thank you...but we would like to see your face now...can't be too careful." She spoke. The person stared at all five before they took off their mask, and everyone's eyes- if you count the slits of Omen's face as eyes- widened. "...Y/N?" Viper choked out. You let out a sigh as smiled. "Didn't expect me of all people to save you, now?" Reyna froze as she quickly lowered her gun and pulled you into a hug, if anything went wrong... "Whoa, whoa...hey chill! Hey!" You let out a chuckle as you hugged Reyna back. "Uh, surprise!" It was rather a surprise to see Reyna to be physically intimate...well if there was people anyways. Everyone took their turn hugging you, Omen being tightest, if there was another reason to keep himself together, it was you. And the longest being Viper. The hug was out of possessiveness, care and love for you. Though she won't admit the last one, just yet. Killjoy however... "How did you do it?! Are you hurt? When did you even start practicing?! H-" The hug felt more of a barrage of interviews but it was nice to see Killjoy being the dork you enjoy being with. And of course... "That was amazing!" Sova practically scooped you in his arms, hoisting you up, you playfully smile and hugged back. "You've grown, I'm proud!" Seem that they were more than happy than upset that you were willing to put yourself at risk there. That and you did saved them. "Thank you...we should go now. I already called our KA/YO to head to the LZ. He should be at the LZ in 3." There was no need for other words as they all agreed that they need to head back now. As you and the others headed back... Killjoy swore that there was a halo forming in your head. "...Too tired..." She muttered. Probably just her brain messing with her. Probably.

[pinkiedev]

Payback Ch. 2

Previous: Ch. 1

Next: Ch. 3

The adventures of a tiny Steve Harrington being met with a now giant-looking Eddie Munson continue~

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Alright. Eddie… may not be taking this as well as he should be. Or not how he should, period, maybe?

Eddie had long since come to terms that he was not exactly the most stable or reasonable of persons at the best of times, and now, faced with an impossible situation that he was still about 82.3% sure was some sort of fucked up hallucination, he couldn’t say that he was anywhere close to being at his ‘best.’

Coupled with the fact that he failed math last year, well. 

He let out a bleat of only slightly hysterical laughter at the thought, jerking the wheel to turn the corner and into the trailer park he called home.

Yeah. Definitely not at his best.

His eyes briefly skittered away from the road and to his lunchbox that was secured in the passenger seat, belt strapped across it in some haphazard attempt at not letting it get flung all around the van like it usually was with Eddie’s impeccable driving skills. 

Sure, he might’ve made up the entire tiny person that looked exactly like the bane of three, maybe three and a half years of his high school existence, but if he was gonna validate their existence by stuffing them in a weed-filled metal box, he might as well make sure they didn’t get tossed around like a damn salad.

So here he was, pulling up into his driveway and eyeing his lunchbox with more suspicion than any cop in town ever had.

“Here goes,” he muttered to himself, warily reaching out and hastily jabbing the button to undo the box’s seatbelt - as if he expected something to jump out at him. 

Yeah. Nothing did. Pretty anticlimactic and all that, sure, but Eddie let himself breathe out a little sigh of relief, double checking the clasps of his lunchbox were secured before lifting the thing up as steadily as he could and kicking his van door open to hop out.

Doll-Steve hadn’t made a peep since he’d seen Eddie, frozen nearly the whole time except when Eddie tried to put him in the lunchbox, a strangled sound coming out of the smaller as he’d attempted to resist in the moment before he was dropped down on a rather substantially sized bag of the good green.

Eddie shook his head, clearing away the recollection as he dug into his pocket for his keys, fishing them out and unlocking the door to his and Wayne’s trailer in a practiced movement. His uncle wasn’t home - wouldn’t be for a couple days, at least, since work had taken him out of town - so Eddie wouldn’t have to worry about someone spotting him acting like a complete schitzo once he was inside.

“Home sweet home,” Eddie sang, giving a wince disguised as a smile. What the hell was he gonna do now?

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It reeked in here. 

Weed smelled like skunk on a good day, and, as Steve had very, very clearly prefaced, today was not a good day. Today was, in fact, wrapping up to be a pretty goddamned bad day, if Steve did say so himself, especially considering he was trapped in a metal box full of marijuana after being put there by none other than Eddie ‘the Freak’ Munson. 

Oh, Steve didn’t have anything particularly against Munson, despite the name; he’d like to say he’s a changed man from his high school days. Even then, he might’ve knocked shoulders or verbally shot down some people a few pegs, but he’d never really been one to really get into the whole nasty of the bullying shtick. Not that that meant all that much when he’d stood by and let it happen on more than just the occasional occurrence, but… well. At least he was mostly just guilty by association. 

All of this to say, he’d never particularly targeted Munson. The guy’d just been that one overly out-there misfit with his Dorks and Dweebs club. That was it. Yes, yes, Dustin, Steve knew that wasn’t what it was called, but it’d be a cold day in hell before Steve truly let the last dregs of his high school personality fall far enough down that he’d actually say the nerd game right.

Besides that, all he really knew about Munson was that he was pretty much the local drug dealer, not that Steve’d ever bought anything directly himself. There were more than a few rumors about Munson because of that on top of his Hell-something club, which led to him being less targeted than most of the misfits. 

But that was besides the point.

The point was, Steve didn’t have any strong feelings towards Munson, but that didn’t mean the same could be said back to him. And that was without the baseline reaction the guy might have at catching someone who was probably the size of their palm.

Steve swallowed heavily.

Yeah. He hoped this situation would turn out for the better, but that hope was pretty much smoke from a candle already.

Steve flinched as metal reverberated against metal, the clasps keeping his current prison flicking up, and he had barely a second to shove himself into a cold corner before searing light was filtering in from the newly opened lid.

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;3333 hehehehehehe and so it continues~~~

Highkey poor Steve tho XD

Next: Ch. 3

[rays-of-fire-and-ice]

BLEACH: The Thousand Year Blood War Ep 16 Reactions and Thoughts

Overall reaction:

Another late reaction post, but considering the next episode is airing today, I had to get this out before then...also, there was no way I was doing this reaction post without gifs from this episode!

If I was blown away last week, I have lost my footing this week. OH. MY. GOD! There's was way too much good stuff this week, I don't know where to start.

Highlights:

Momo's cameo: SHE'S BAAAAAACK…for ten seconds. I'll take what I can get! What's happening with Ichigo: I mentioned my theory in the last episode reaction that Ichigo is going to the Reio's past and this is all likely a test to see if he can be as strong as Reio to take his place as part of Kyouraku's plan. Well, it looks like that's basically what's happening. He's getting visions of Reio's life and we even got the multiple irises. Is this a sign of him simply seeing into Reio's past, or is it a sign he has the potential to become the next Soul King? Toshiro vs Cang Du and the lead up: this was just top tier! Form the music, the voice acting, and the animation, it was a beautiful adaption. Seeing Toshiro's hollowfied bankai was a moment for me, because I'll forget how I reacted to seeing it for the first time in the manga all those years ago. As a Toshiro fan, seeing him struggle, especially when Rangiku was thrown down in front of him, and he was helpless to even crawl over to her, was heartbreaking.

Then, to see him rise up again, with a form that looks this cool, and to take down the one that had harmed both him and Rangiku, it's one my favourite moments from the arc. Now here I am watching it ANIMATED (for, like three minutes, but who cares?!). And not just animated, but voiced. Romi Park couldn't have done a better job, and whoever thought to sync Toshiro and Hyourinmaru's voices when Hyourinmaru deserves a raise. That moment gave me the shivers, and it adds to the reveal. And just look at him!

I absolutely love how the ice has been coloured, and the small particles falling from his bankai is such a good touch. The conclusion of this fight had me sighing sadly, because I know where this goes for Toshiro and Rangiku. It was sad enough to see him stumbling and then collapsing trying to get to Rangiku, but then knowing that's Giselle's shadow and what she's about to do to him...I am both dreading and excited for zombie Hitsugaya. So then, this begs the question of will Toshiro make another appearance in this arc. The first arc adapted volumes 55 to 61 more or less, and this arc is still volume 62 if I'm not mistaken? Zombie Hitsugaya first appears in volume 65, so my guess is we will be getting an adaption of his fights against Ikkaku, Yumichika, and Mayuri in this cour. The excitement is real everyone! Shinji's shikai and bankai: the man of the hour. Fifth division's best captain. The fashion icon. The dork who spells everything backwards. The spin master himself. Shinji Hirako is here and he got his bankai animated. I knew it was coming, I had screamed during the trailer when I saw it was going to be included as part of the arc in a small way, but I still screamed when I saw and heard him activate it. When I read it in Can't Fear Your Own World, I knew I needed to see this animated, and the team behind the anime has made that happen with flying colours. Would it have been better to see him use this ability against a massive army? Of course! But the emonstration of it here was still amazing, and like with Toshiro's fight, the combination of the animation, colouring, music, and Shinji's voice actor made this scene AMAZING.

They make Shinji look like a freaking tank here (and he deserve it considering how the rest of this arc goes for him). Then there's the animation for his shikai, which was also just *chef's kiss*

Sui Feng gets her bankai back: I'm not a fan of Soi Fon, but even I have to admit this scene was great. Just look at this explosion, it's epic!

Mayuri the Christmas tree continues: HIS SUIT/COSTUME CAN CHANGE COLOUR?! HE REALLY IS A CHRISTMAS TREE! Shuhei, Ikkaku, and Yukichika vs Mask De Masculine: in my initial reaction, I said Sajin appeared the battle earlier than he did in the manga. My mistake, he actually does appear at this point in Shinji vs Bambietta, I had just forgotten about it. What IS early though is Shuhei, Ikkaku, and Yukichika's battle again Mask De Masculine. I'll admit it here and now that Mask is one of the few Sternritter I don't like. I found him annoying the manga, and so far, the anime hasn't really changed my opinion of him. So when I saw him appear in this episode, I cringed a little. I thought the anime wasing going to come back to him and just show he'd defeated Shuhei, Ikkaku, and Yumichika off screen like it happened in the manga. I was pleasently surprised to see this was not the case, and that we actually get to see this fight. Yes, it's going to end with the three of them defeated, but it's still great to see them in combat, showing off their skills and getting some good banter in. If nothing else, at least Hisagi gets to look cool for a couple of minutes:

Why did Yumichika get a Shin'eiyaku?!: It the question that's got the fandom scrambling for answers, and I honestly didn't notice he got one the first time I saw the episode XD

Overall, what an episode! We got at least two iconic moments here, and they happened for two of my faves! I have high expectations for the next episode, considering Momo will finally get an appearance that's more than a minute long (I hope)!

[dungeons-and-dragon-age]

some more incorrect quotes, cos they're fun xdd

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Dorian: We can bake these cookies at 400 degrees for 10 minutes or 4,000 degrees for 1 minute

June: How about 4,000,000 degrees for 1 second?!?

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Varric: I hate the countryside. It’s dirty. It’s unclean. And what is that smell?

Liam: That would be grass.

Varric: Disgusting.

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Liam: Honestly, I don’t even play an active role in my life anymore..

Liam: Things just happen and I’m like “Oh, is this what we’re doing now? Ok.”

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Noya: What doesn't kill me better start running, because now I'm fucking pissed.

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Liam, texting Fenris: Fenris there’s a spider on the outside of the bathroom door can you get rid of it?

Liam: Pls hurry because I’m going to cry

Liam: Fenris

Liam: Fenris?

Fenris: Fenris is dead. You’re next. Love, Spider.

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Addie: Can we go out to get icecream?

Liam: Did you ask Pa?

Addie: He said no.

Liam: Then why did you ask me?

Addie: He’s not the boss of you.

Liam, internally: It's a trap, it's a trap, it's a trap-

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Noya: Are you busy?

Sten: Yes.

Noya: Cool, listen to this-

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Zevran: We’ve been conducting an ongoing study to see what Kala will and will not eat.

Alistair: Grass? Yes!

Zevran: Moss? Yes!!

Alistair: Leaves? Ohh, yes!

Zevran: Shoelaces? Strange but true!

Alistair: Worms? Sometimes!

Zevran: Twigs? Usually nah.

Alistair: Rocks? Usually!

Zevran: Morrigan's cooking? Inconclusive!

Wynne: How did you… test this?

Zevran: You just hand her stuff and say ‘eat this’ and if she eats it, she eats it.

Wynne: ... I don’t know how to feel about this.

Morrigan: IS THAT WHERE ALL MY SPARE SHOELACES WENT?

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Kala: You are an absolute sodding dork.

Alistair, singing: Yeah, but I'm your dork!

Kala: *sighs* Yeah, you're my dork.

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Ari, to the party: And remember, if I get harsh with you it is only because you’re doing it all wrong.

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June, trying to comfort Cullen: What's the problem? Anxiety? Low self-esteem? Obsessive thoughts of random arson? I've been there.

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Liam: I dunno if I'm ready to process the ramifications of this bullshit.

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Cullen: So, June is no longer allowed to take the trash out at night.

Cass: Why?

Cullen: Because I've caught her trying to train raccoons to fight five times in a row.

June: You'll be thanking me when the third raccoon battalion saves your ass.

---

Var'Renan: *raises eyebrows*

Noya: Put those back down!

---

Kala: That's ridiculous, Alistair doesn't have a crush on me.

Zevran: Yes he does.

Leliana: Yes he does.

Alistair: Yes I do.

---

Ari: Do you ever get pre-annoyed? Like you already know someone is going to piss you off?

Josie: What? No, I—

Solas: *enters room*

Ari: *jaw clenches*

---

Neira: Sometimes I wonder if I’m hearing voices.

Neira: Then I remember that’s the last bit of sanity I have trying to get me to fall asleep at a reasonable time.

---

Morrigan: Ugh, there’s always that weak bitch in the group who isn’t down with murder.

Morrigan: *glares at Neira*

Neira: Well, sorry I have morals!

---

Jowan: You’re overthinking this.

Neira: You don’t know the appropriate level of thinking, Jowan. What if I’m underthinking?

---

Alistair: Bottling up negative emotions is bad for your health, so you shouldn't do it.

Kala: I know, that's why I bottle up all my emotions, both positive and negative, so it cancels out.

Alistair: Th-that's not how that works-

---

June, reading a recipe: Beat three eggs?

Sera: It means like in hand-to-hand combat.

June: Ohhhh-

Cullen: Both of you get out of this kitchen.

---

Liam: Fine! I don't give a shit!

Merrill: You seem to give a lot of shits for someone who claims not to give a shit.

---

Neira: My expectations are low, but they can always go lower.

---

Ari: Who hurt you?

Sera: *snorting* What, do you want a list?

Ari: ...Yes, actually.

---

Krem: Welcome to Fucking Applebees, do you want apples or bees?

Cass: Bees?

June: SHE HAS SELECTED THE BEES!

Cass: Wait-

*Sera approaches, shaking a jar of bees menacingly*

---

Liam: Swear words are illegal now. If you say one you'll be fined.

Addie: Heck.

Liam: You're on thin fucking ice.

Liam: Oh no-

---

Solas: This is a very powerful artifact. You’d be messing with forces you don’t fully understand.

June: That sounds like a dare to me.

Solas: Oh my god.

---

Neira, making coffee: This is going to fix everything

---

Cassandra: Yesterday, I overheard June saying “Are you sure this is a good idea?” and Dagna replying “Trust me,” and I have never moved from one room to another so quickly in my life.

---

Lilian: I love the term 'partners'. Are we dating? Are we robbing a bank? Are we the dedicated detectives who investigate these vicious felonies and are members of an elite squad known as the special victims unit? Who knows.

---

Zevran: Hey, can I get a sip of that water?

Kala: It’s not water.

Zevran: Vodka! I like your sty-

Kala: It’s vinegar.

Zevran: …What?

Kala: It's vinegar, PUSSY.

---

Ari: *closes a cabinet*

*a crash is heard behind the cabinet door*

Josephine: What was that?

Ari: The sound of someone else's problem.

[insert dejected Trifles Minutiae noises]

---

Lilian: I need to dye my hair.

Lilian: Or get another tattoo.

Lilian: Or a new piercing.

Sebastian: ..... Why?

Lilian: To, you know, appease the mental breakdown gods.

---

Merrill: Would you stab your best friend in the leg for 10 million gold?

Liam: You stab me, and then when my leg gets better, we buy a big-ass house.

Varric: You can stab me too, then we'll have 20 million.

Liam: Good thinking.

---

June: *makes Cullen a cup of tea but puts salt in it*

Cullen: *sips tea*

June:

Cullen: *finishes tea*

June: Didn't it taste bad?

Cullen: Yeah, but I didn't want to hurt your feelings so I drank it all.

June, tearing up: Oh, okay.

---

Random Orlesian at a political dinner: How many kids do you have?

Ari: Biologically, emotionally, or legally?

---

Var'Renan: Creators, give me patience.

Noya: I think you mean 'give me strength'.

Var'Renan: If the Creators gave me strength, you'd be dead.

[fangaminghell]

Funny ( mostly) Arkright-Fujimori family ( as in Teddy, Izzy and Flynn) things:

Chronic bed hair. This happens whenever they fall asleep and wake up- their hair is a mess. Yes even if they try braiding it or covering it. Izzy and Flynn have the worst of it bc their hair is much longer.

Flynn in particular always wakes up in a position that she did not sleep in. Always.

Isador is a cuddle bug. Something most people don't know and he would prefer it that way ( Azzy is one of the very few people that knows of this from experience.)

When Izzy and Teddy were younger, they used to cuddle next to each other when sleeping. As time went on this happened less but. It's something Teddy always held dear.

Teddy is a fucking dork. Again, something that not a lot of people know at first glance. He's actually pretty awkward, even with his charm, though I guess that's what makes him more lovable lol.

Isador never really thought about his sexuality ever before. I think canonically he realized he was gay bc of Azzy. An alternate possibility was that he got dared to kiss a guy, and his ego wouldn't back down so he did. He then realized how he liked said kiss and the realization hit him like a truck.

Flynn I feel always just knew. She had crushes before, the biggest being Risa ( that ended well/s),and eventually Rumi ( who actually ended up being her girlfriend). I dunno how her parents exactly feel about it, I don't think she ever came out to them. She kinda assumed they wouldn't care anyway, bc they only see her as their money maker, not as a person. Sad note aside, girl becomes a mess when it comes to women. Brain circuit, red faced, stuttering mess.

Teddy, much like Izzy, never thought about his sexuality before. Too busy to really think of that. But he is queer! He doesn't exactly uses a label - either bc he doesn't want to, or isn't sure what label to use of both - but yeah.

All three of them get flustered easily. Isador carries himself like he doesn't but he does. Especially once you figure out the right buttons to push. Turning red like a beet tends to be a family trait lol.

Since in canon these guys don't actually interact a lot ( outside of pre incident with Teddy n Izzy), I usually use au's to really figure out how they would interact with each other. It's Tense, bc of past history ( mostly Izzy's fault, but also just dumb family rivalries) but once things get better, Flynn shows more of her gremlin side. She isn't an aggressive teaser, but simply pointing out shit her cousins do always gets results, and she loves seeing them squirm.

Izzy especially gets a lot of teasing from Flynn as she gains more confidence. More sass too. Can't say it isn't deserved lol.

Aaaaand that's it. There's more ( I think) but I think this is good enough for :)

[mythicaldemigoddess-of-deltarune]

this will be my first poll on here, and I'm happy I can finally make one on here, so I am letting my weird out and making one that has to do which one of them would be the number 1 Adorkable Apple Goober of them all. or in other words which one would be the Adorkable Apple Goober King.

and well Adorkable is being Adorable-Dork, and Apple because well ya know that is one of their things besides Lucifer's love for ducks.

and some might of heard the word Goober be used by Mabel when calling Dipper that in Gravity Falls.

so yeah my first poll on February 24, 2024...and it is gonna be very weird and silly, and well hope some like it, even if it is like super weird.

and well in case some want to either pick well, either the Devil from the show or game of Cuphead series, they can have the option

I decided to have this poll be a 1 week duration, so don't know what will happen like it picks a winner or I have to make sure to do it myself. but yeah, of course being the weird earth angel princess that I am, my first poll on here is gonna involve those three (even if two of them are from a Cuphead Game and Cuphead Show and are counterparts of each other) are the number 1 adorkable apple goober king of them all.

there was going to be more choices, but I decided to cut it down to The Three Choices, so pick which ever one you think is The Number 1 Adorkable Apple Goober King of Them All, which the whole "them all" could refer to the multiverse and how they have different counterparts of each other.

if I was able to vote on this poll as well, I would pick Charlie's Dad, since he was the first one I started to call by the nickname "Adorkable Apple Goober", and I will keep calling him that, too. XD

[rebelwrites]

Seventeen: Baby You Ain’t As Anonymous As you Think.

Charles Leclerc x Nova Teller (OC)

Till the wheels fall off masterlist

Small town meets the fast lane. What happens when two souls meet? Will it end in happiness or will they both crash and burn?

As always reblogs and feedback is highly appreciated ❤️ if you want tagging in future parts let me know ❤️

Standing amongst the crowd I watched Jax and Tig take the makeshift stage that had been built down by the lake. I was still unsure why we needed a stage this big but Jax and Pops were adamant they wanted it, they sure as hell loved theatrics. Tearing my gaze away from Jax I turned to look at Charles, who now had Elenor sitting on his shoulders, she had a proud smirk on her face like she had just walked into a candy store and the store owner told her everything was free.

“Tu vas bien, ma chérie ? Are you all right, darling?” Charles beamed, flashing me a smile.

“I will be,” I hummed, reaching up gently squeezing his arm. After the photos were released on instagram this morning I felt myself holding back from public displays of affection and it was killing me.

“Auntie Nova, can we have a movie night tonight?” Elenor grinned, fluttering her long eyelashes at me, “and can Uncle Charles and Uncle Pierre come as well?”

“I don’t see why not baby,” I beamed back at her before turning to Charles, “you down for movie night with my crazy ass family? There is a high possibility we will be making our way through all of the Cars movies,” I giggled, knowing that Elenor would beg and plead to put all three films on.

“Sunshine, didn’t you know Cars is one of my favorite movies,” he smirked with a wink.

“Alright then, Lightning McQueen.”

“Kachow.”

“Oh my god!” I exclaimed, covering my face with my hands, trying to hide the snort that escaped my lips, “you did not just Kachow me. God, you are a giant dork!”

Before Charles could respond Jax’s voice echoed around the lake, as if the boy needed a microphone he was loud enough as it was, “I just want to say thank you from the bottom of my heart for everyone turning up today. Before we kick off the annual scavenger hunt I have just been made aware of a few donations that have come in anonymously.”

I found myself cocking my brow at my brother who just smirked at me, throwing me a wink as he pulled a piece of paper out of his back pocket, “I honestly could cry at these donations. Two people have donated 26 thousand dollars between them, with 10 thousand dollars going towards the dementia charity and 16 thousand dollars being given,'' the words were getting caught in his throat, as he covered his eyes with his hand trying to stop the tears, “to the Teller family to help with any future care that JT needs.”

There was nothing stopping the tears from spilling over my lashline, I didn’t even try to stop them. That's when it hit me, everything made perfect sense. Two donations which both happened to be the same numbers as the two dorks standing either side of me drove under. Without saying a word I turned to Pierre pulling him into a tight hug, before turning to Charles reaching my hand up resting it on his cheek with a watery smile on my face.

“Baby, you ain’t as anonymous as you think,” I whispered, feeling him copy my movements but instead of letting his hand sit still against my skin he slowly used his thumb to wipe away my tears.

“I don’t know what you are talking about, Sunshine.”

The rest of the day went by in one big blur, the scavenger hunt was a success, even if it was the first year where I didn’t win but I didn’t care. My focus was on Charles, I wanted to enjoy the little time we had left together so the afternoon was spent wandering around town, showing Charles the places that held fond memories for me. All whilst keeping an eye out for people that might be trying to leak pictures of the two of us, luckily for us everyone was more focused on the events of the day then me and Charles.

“I just need to finish up here then we can head back to mine,” I hummed, leaning up on my tiptoes pressing my lips against his cheek.

“Take your time Sunshine,” he smiled, picking Elenor up, sitting her on the top of the bar.

I couldn’t help but smile as I walked away from the two of them, slipping into the back I needed to find Jax. I knew where he would be, taking a deep breath I wrapped my fingers around the door handle before slowly pushing it open. I needed to clear the air between us. I hated the fact we had hardly spoken all day.

“Hey,” I said quietly, leaning against the wooden frame.

“Hey, yourself,” he said looking up from the paper that was in his hands, “about earlier,”

“Don’t worry about it,” I said softly, fiddling with the sleeves of Charles hoodie, “my head has been all over the place recently with you know,” I paused, dropping my gaze to my hands, “everything with Pops and the social media post, then you tell me we fucked up with Juice, I just kinda exploded.”

“We do need to talk about it though,” Jax sighed, dropping the paper onto the desk.

“I know,” I whispered, finally looking back up at my brother, “I need to get my head straight first, okay.”

“Okay,” Jax nodded, pushing himself up to his feet, taking a few strides across the small room before he pulled me into a tight hug, “I still love you, don’t worry about that Squirt.”

Resting my cheek against the cool leather, I took another deep breath, “enough mushy shit, Elenor wants a movie night so lock the office up and let's get outta here.”

Jax didn’t take much convincing, I knew that movie nights were his favorite, taking a step back, I started walking back into the main room. The moment I stepped out behind the bar I felt my blood starting to boil at the sight that was in front of me. My fingers twitched as I formed a fist, I was ready to punch a bitch.

She was pushing her fake ass tits up against Charles and fluttering her false eyelashes.

“If you wanna live, I would suggest you walk away whilst you have the chance,” I said through gritted teeth, pausing so I could unclench my fist covering Elenor’s ears, “you fucking skanky ass bitch.”

The smirk that Ima flashed made me want to grab the knife from behind me, the one that we used to cut up the lemon and limes, “well, let's be real, you aren’t the kind of person that Charlie goes for,” she laughed, turning back to Charles, running her fingers across his cheek. I didn’t miss the slight flinch that happened when she made contact with him.

“If you wanna be real, then I can get real,” I growled, placing my palm on the bar, shifting my weight onto my hand. I launched myself over the counter, “I might just start a bonfire out back, throwing your scrawny ass on it, watching you melt in the flames,” before she had a chance to respond, my fingers were tangled in her hair extensions, yanking her head back with so much force I was surprised I didn’t snap her neck.

“Get off me you golddigger,” she screamed, trying to claw at my hands.

“Do you even know who he is?” I asked, cocking my brow.

“Some football player,” she said with so much confidence I couldn’t help but scoff.

“Yeah, such a skilled football player,” I said with a playful tone, locking eyes with Charles, watching as he laughed slightly with a small shrug of his shoulders.

Out of the corner of my eye I spotted Jax, leaning against the back worktop with a smug smirk on his face, “need any help Squirt?” he asked, shoving his hands in the front pocket of his jeans.

“Nah, I’ve got this,” I nodded, tugging harder on Ima’s hair causing her to scream, “the trash just needs taking out, that's all,” I growled, storming out of the bar, dragging Ima behind me.

Ignoring the sound of her cries I didn’t stop until I was standing outside of the building. I didn’t care if I was being over dramatic, this bitch needed to keep her hands off things that didn’t belong to her, like my man.

Shit, I was calling him my man now.

Fuck, I was acting like a jealous girlfriend!

I didn’t even know if I could call myself Charles’ girlfriend, just the thought made my heart skip a beat but I knew that come the end of the summer break he would be back doing what he did best. Racing around tracks at 200 miles an hour, living that playboy life, more than likely forgetting I existed.

Pushing the thoughts down I let my fist collide with Ima’s nose feeling the familiar crunching feeling under my knuckles, “you better stay away from him if you don’t want your whole face reconstructed.”

Loosening my grip on her cheap ass extensions I spun around on the balls of my feet, strolling back into the bar with a proud smirk on my face. The moment I got close enough to Charles, he wrapped his arms around my waist pulling me in between his thighs.

“You getting protective over me now, Sunshine?” he hummed, slipping his hand underneath the hoodie letting his fingers brush against the skin of my lower back, causing sparks to erupt across my skin.

Pulling my bottom lip between my teeth, I shook my head slightly, “nah, I just don’t want you catching an STD or something,” I said calmly.

The smirk on Charles face was enough to cause my knees to wobble, if it wasn’t for his strong arms wrapped around me I was pretty sure they would have given out on me.

“You sure about that, Babygirl,” he purred, leaning closer so his nose brushed against mine.

The two of us were locked in the moment, it was like there was no one else in the room with us, like we were protected by a bubble, until Jax rang the last order bell, causing me to jump at the unexpected sound, “I do not need to see whatever this,” he scoffed, waving his hands in the air, “is gonna lead to.”

“Oh Jackson, leave your sister alone,” Pops scolded, causing me to pull away from Charles slightly, instantly being greeted by a warm smile from Pops, “she’s young and in love, leave her be.”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa!” I exclaimed, narrowing my eyes at my father, “who said anything about love?”

“Oh sunshine,” Charles beamed, reaching up and tucking a strand of hair behind my ear, “you are so in love with me, it’s written all over your beautiful face.”

Instantly I could feel the heat in the room rising, the hairs on the back of my neck standing to attention as Charles slowly moved his fingers across my cheek and I was pretty sure my ears were the same shade of red as his hoodie I was wearing.

“I can uninvite you from family movie night, ya know,” I huffed, pouting at him, “so I’d think carefully about who’s side you take.”

“No you can’t Auntie Nova,” Elenor said loudly, “I invited him so you can’t kick him out.”

“Yeah, Auntie Nova, I’m Elenor’s guest,” he hummed. The smile on Charles' face turned into a smug smirk as he moved his hand into the air so Elenor could fist bump him, “thanks for having my back Ellie-bear,” he grinned, throwing her a wink. I couldn’t believe this, everyone was ganging up on me.

“Sempre zio Charles, sempre,” she grinned.

I couldn’t help but giggle slightly at the expression on Jax’s face as he watched his little girl speak in another language. Yes she didn’t pronounce it perfectly but for her age it was really good.

“And in English?” he asked, letting his eyes dart between me and his daughter.

“She said, always uncle Charles, always,” I beamed, leaning over and ruffling her hair. “in Italian.”

“Princess, where did you learn that?” Jax asked with a proud smile on his face, as he walked around the bar until he was now scooping her up in his arms.

“Pierre told me what uncle was in Italian and I knew what always was,” she giggled.

“I wonder where she learned that from,” Jax said with a playful tone, cocking his brow at me.

“No idea,” I shrugged, wiggling out of Charles arms.

“Yes you do auntie Nov,” Elenor grinned. Was I really about to be called out by my five year old niece? “you are always saying ‘Forza Ferrari, sempre!”

Apparently I was.

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[raccoon-eyed-rebel]

My favorite fic of yours

This was actually not that easy to answer, but in the end I’ll go with 179 Crescent Street. This is how I found you, fell in love with your Mikey and then with all the other guys. 

My favorite chapter in my favorite fic of yours

Part 9 - Of Vice and Men - I mean, it’s Mike & Sy… Don’t need to say more

The best character you've written for

Your Mike is just perfect in every tiny bit you wrote for him

The best ship you've written for

Melot & Tamsyn - they are made for one another 🥰

A fic I haven't read yet from you, but I want to

Surfer!Mikey 🥺

Something I remember vividly from reading one of your fics

Me making my most pouty face ever all the while I was reading the first chapter of White Blossoms - I was melting

What made me the most emotional after reading

Part 25 of Fixer Upper - Took me back 14 years to the most important day in my life. And you did so fucking well with this. It is still one of my favorite moments ever in reading fanfiction.

 What I like the most about your writing

Your sense of humour. I just love it!

A fic i'm excited for you updating/posting

Everything! For real! I can’t choose what I want you to work on. I need all of it!

A character/ship I didn't enjoy/think about as much before you wrote about them

You ignited my love for Melot, even before I got to read your stuff. But be sure, the way you write him made me fall even harder in love with him

Something I wish/hope you write

That modern au Charles fic you mentioned ages ago

A fic of yours that i've re-read

Uhm, I think there isn’t anything in your masterlist that I haven’t read at least twice. Like, every time I reblog I end up reading it once more. And some I may have read probably ten times or more. 

If i've ever shared/talked about your fic to someone else

lol - no - I would never talk about your stuff, or link it when people are talking about Sy teaching Mike how to go down on a woman or even DM spamming other mutuals with your stories. Or maybe I did all of this 😁

A fic I didn't expect to like so much

Making a mess of Mikey - He’s such a subby babygirl - but I love it - why did you make me love a subby babygirl?

A question I have about one of your fics

Under Orders 5 feat. the Captain - When? 

Ni.Na. You made me cry. Okay? (I read this when I was in a bad bad mood, you made it better.)

Where do I begin? -- At the beginning? That sounds logical. Ew. Oh well...

I've never been more glad that I got the crazy idea to toss 8 Henry-shaped men into the same house, because I might not have met you if I hadn't done that, and I wouldn't want to miss you <3

A fun fact about 'Of Vice and Men' -- It literally took me so long to write, and I initially hadn't planned on the three of them getting high together, but it just wouldn't happen any other way...

Your Mike is just perfect in every tiny bit you wrote for him

Hihi Thank you! (Which Mike... They're all so different, yet all the same adorable dork, whoops)

I am so glad you're loving Melot and Tamsyn (she was, quite literally, made for him. Hehe) They're so sweet and I love them so much, too...

Surfer!Mikey is 100% still underway - I'm just a little distracted at the moment, but I'm really close to realllyyyy finishing up White Blossoms, and then I hope I can shift my attention to my handsome surfer...

That modern au Charles fic you mentioned ages ago

That's really low on my list of things right now, I'm sorry :( I'll let you know if that ever gets back on the roster!

Making a mess of Mikey - He’s such a subby babygirl - but I love it - why did you make me love a subby babygirl?

Because I am evil, that's why... (I didn't know I'd love subby babygirl Mikey, either, but I think he's so fucking great T0T)

Under Orders 5 feat. the Captain - When? 

When I finally figure out what adding Sy will do to the relationship dynamic 🫣 I don't want to half-ass it and I realize it's taking a long time, but I need to get it right, sorry <3\

Cute head scritches for you, my dear non-rodent bestie <3

[charley-and-the-swap-machine]

CATSM: RE-INK'D (Intermission 1)

meanwhile henry breaks his legs

The Voice Of Thomas Connor

These blasted elevators...

Sometimes they open, sometimes they don't. Sometimes they come, sometimes they keep on going to hell and back.

I keep telling these people: if Mister Joey Drew keeps cutting corners like this, someone's sure to end up falling to their death.

And it sure ain't gonna be me.

I'm taking the stairs.

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"....I just can't do it."

Barley opened his eyes from his unconscious stupor, and turned his head to find Edgar turned away from him, covering his face with three of his hands and holding a knife in the fourth. Confused yet startled, the sailor made an attempt to get up and comfort him, but soon noticed that he was strapped down onto a surgical table.

After a minute or so, Edgar finally noticed Barley looking at him, and he turned around to face him. "Oh- B-Barley..? You're awake?"

Unable to find the words to reply, he remained silent as they both awkwardly stared at each other for a few seconds.

Edgar looked down at the ground and bit his lip. "I-I, um..I suppose I should...get you off of there." he mumbled, placing down the knife and already starting to unbuckle the surgical table's straps.

Another moment of awkward silence passed, broken by Edgar giving a sigh. "I-I just....I don't know why she wants me to hurt you in specific....she-she said she wanted to help me be perfect, but...."

He trailed off and sat down against the wall, and Barley wobbily propped himself up from the table to join him there.

Edgar continued as the sailor sat next to him. "She's in the mirror...and I don't know why. She talks to me all the time about all sorts of things, you know. Sometimes it's nice, but....most of the time she's telling me what to do, or getting after me for something..." The angel said, glancing over at the mirror facing downwards on a side table with the knife.

"Is she like Buddy?"

Edgar looked at Barley with a confused expression. "...Who??"

He soon realized that Edgar had no idea what he was talking about, and he looked away, slightly embarrassed. "...Nevermind."

"You know, I just don't know how you get anxious over everything else, but when this happens, you're calm about it." Edgar questioned.

Barley thought of a response for a second. "...Maybe I thought it was another one of your 'dates'?"

"..You're such a dork."

More silence followed. "....Hey, Edgar. I wanna ask you something."

"Hm?"

"...Why..." Barley paused for a second. "Why do you....hate Henry so much?"

He watched as Edgar looked down at his shoes with a bitter expression. "....He's one of thecreators."

"I know that, you've said that a whole lot...." Barley added, ".....But....what does that mean? How do you even know that he's....that?"

"The creators made us, Barley! They-they...drew us up one day and boom! We're there! Then they...then they made that machine and brought us here! I....I saw something about that 'Henry', way back when....Joey told me about him when I asked. Joey...Joey hurt us. So how do we know he won't do the same?..." He started picking at the splintered floorboards as he went silent.

Barley juggled the spider's words around in his head for a while. "...Maybe...we can get out of here without him."

Edgar glanced over to him from the floor. "...What?"

"Well...Henry...Henry promised to help me find..you and Charley, and...I think he talked about getting us out of the studio, too." He continued. "But...if he's really like Joey....do we-do we really need him?"

Edgar gave a small grin. "Looks like that's a deal we can make." He said, before his expression faded back into a sadder one. "...Every time I think of those damn creators, I get reminded that I'm not real. That I'm just some...drawing."

The angel placed one of his hands next to Barley's. "...But...I guess it was real to us."

Barley gave a nod and locked his fingers with Edgar's. "Real or not, it was nice." He added, and the two sat in comfortable silence.

They made sure right then and there that no one would separate them in that moment.

Not even the "creators".

[5sosfanfictioncatalogue]

Coffee Shop AU (2) Masterlist

part one

all i want (ao3) - lourrygum michael/luke, calum/ashton E, 15k

Summary: Luke is a camboy and Michael has to have normal conversations with him like he didn't watch him come untouched just last night

Or, Lush isn't Luke's only place of employment, Calum is falling in love with the curly haired dork that comes in to his coffee shop on a daily basis and Michael's going to stop watching Luke's videos soon, he swears.

All I Want For Christmas (Is You) (ao3) - onceuponatime michael/luke E, 11k

Summary: “The little bell clings above the door when he pushes it open, and he stamps his feet on the welcome mat to rid any clumps of snow that may have stuck to his shoes. The place is completely empty, not even anyone behind the counter, and he wonders for a second if they’re even open when there’s a small crash and a ‘fuck’ from somewhere in the back.

Michael chuckles to himself and unzips his jacket. He knows the cause of that racket. “You okay back there?” he shouts, leaning over the counter to try and see into the storage room.”

and the backs of my eyes hum with things I've never done (ao3) - lucasfletcher luke/ashton N/R, 2k

Summary: “You butthole,” says Michael, when Luke tells him what happened, as they flip through the channels of their floor's common room’s TV. He slaps the back of his head for good measure. Luke returns it with a punch to Michael’s noodle arm.

“Just learn how to talk to people, it’s not that hard,” he says after a minute, and receives another punch.

“I know how to talk to people,” murmurs Luke into a pillow he’s clutching to his chest, and definitely doesn’t think about the way Ashton’s eyes shined behind his black framed glasses.

Coffee Boy (ao3) - Jay_isnotokay michael/calum, luke/ashton M, 12k

Summary: Calum Hood has a crush on a barista, plenty of coffee making ensues.

Down to Business (ao3) - defnotbri (orphan_account) luke/ashton N/R, 1k

Summary: “Hey, don’t stress. We can figure everything out over a cup of coffee.”

“Define everything. My failing Starbucks, the mess I call life, or whatever the fuck happened last night?”

i know i don’t know you (but i’d like to skip the small talk and romance) (ao3) - bellawritess calum/ashton, michael/luke T, 10k

Summary: “Hi,” says the bloke behind the register. Calum drops his gaze and finds himself unable to look away. The barista looks around college age, maybe a year or two older than Calum, built enough that the short sleeves of his t-shirt are hugging frankly impressive biceps. Golden-brown curls fall messily over his forehead, and there’s an easy smile on his lips as he awaits Calum’s order. Calum’s not sure he’s ever seen anyone more attractive. “What can I get for you today?”

“Uh,” Calum says, feeling flustered and taken aback. “A, uh, pumpkin spice latte?”

I’m Going Blind from this Sweet Craving (ao3) - kaleidoscopeminds luke/calum, michael/ashton T, 6k

Summary: “Bye, Luke,” Calum says. “Maybe see you tomorrow, and… Hope you have a great day too.” His face breaks out into a wider smile that reminds Luke of the feeling of getting just the right consistency for macaron batter, or a perfectly smooth finish on a cake, or the way good puff pastry flakes into the perfect fragments when you cut through a mille-feuille. Or something.

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A bakery au

It’s Such a Shame That We Play Strangers (ao3) - velvethood (orphan_account) michael/calum/ashton T, 14k

Summary: “Well, when my favourite customer disappears I’m going to be worried.” Ashton reiterates, hands Michael his drink and a plate full of three types of cake like he knew Michael was coming. “You have a lot of food to catch up on. I’ve been on the cake wagon lately, haven’t I Cal?”

This is the first time Ashton’s addressed Calum in front of him which isn’t surprising because they’ve never been in this situation before, but Michael’s unsure of what to do with himself. They haven’t even been introduced each other.

like a bursting sunrise (ao3) - bellawritess luke/calum T, 2k

Summary: Luke holds out his free hand, and Calum shakes it. Of course his hands are exactly as soft as they look. Calum starts to resent the limitations of visual art. How is he meant to convey the soft hands, the twinkling eyes, the deep and mellifluous laugh? With an HB pencil?

“I’m gonna go make your coffee,” says Luke, and with that he walks away. Calum watches him go and resents the fact that drawing Luke’s face means he can’t draw Luke’s back. Art is highly overrated.

(Or: Calum’s an artist, Luke’s a barista, you know the drill.)

lowercases and capitals (ao3) - galacticsugar luke/calum T, 10k

Summary: “Fuck, Luke, two minutes ago you were whining about Ashton not flirting with you enough, and now you’re making eyes at the barista.” Michael laughs a little as he says it, shaking his head in that special way he has that means he’s surprised at how unsurprised he is by Luke. It’s the same way he shakes his head when he catches Luke dumping powdered sugar on orange slices, or settling in to watch 10 Things I Hate About You for the hundredth time.

“I can find two different guys desirable at the same time,” Luke replies defensively. What’s the point of college, anyway, if you can’t enjoy the fact that you can bump into a different hot guy around every corner?

melting in the snow (ao3) - toddamyanderson luke/calum T, 5k

Summary: The cute barista is working at the coffee shop.

This isn’t a rare occurrence, but the circumstances are rare, because it’s snowing and Calum is cold and he’s not on his way to work this morning.

Oh, You Make Me Complete (ao3) - DearDevotedDelicate luke/ashton N/R, 2k

Summary: Luke Hemmings is a solo artist who needs to find inspiration for his new project, he also needs a love life. A little-known cafe is the perfect spot for his dreams to come true.

Specials Board (ao3) - fluffyhair luke/ashton G, 405

Summary: Luke is a barista at a coffee shop that Ashton frequently visits. Ever so clever Luke decides to try something with the help of the specials of the day board.

Twice As Much Isn't Twice As Good (ao3) - FayeHunter michael/ashton T, 1k

Summary: Michael's pretty sure this much coffee can't be good for the cute law student coming into the coffee shop

without you i'm a lost boy (ao3) - rocketshiptospace luke/ashton T, 9k

Summary: the modern day peterpan/coffee shop au no one really asked for