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Kill Bill P.7
Charles Leclerc x famous singer ex!reader
Author’s note : all the songs are real although I’ve played around with who’s featured on what, but I recommend everyone listen to the songs I’ve chosen not for any particular reason just cause they slap and I had such fun creating a playlist for this AU.
Also, I have WAYYY too much time on my hands now that uni is over… so hope you enjoy - Algae🌱
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yourusername : ‘TIDES’ out now on all streaming platforms 💚
y/bff/n : Now you did not play me Cellophane when i listened to this earlier! Why do you have me crying in walgreens by the edamame beans??
— yourusername : girl? do you want me to come get you?
— y/bff/n : please.
— y/bff/n : HURRY UP nobody gets me started playing and the cashier is wondering why I’m using grapes to dry my tears.
user1 : y/bff/n is so real for that cause what do you mean, “didn’t I do it for you, why don’t I do it for you?” y/n please explain yourself STAT!
— user3 : no cause the most devastating part, ‘WHEN ALL I DO IS FOR YOU’ y/n I’m in your walls, how dare you start an album like that wtf?
user4 : oh okay 😀
lewishamilton : So fun collabing with you
user5 : no cause we were robbed! we should’ve had XNDA on girls need love.
— yourusername : I was not about to sing about fucking and sucking with my surrogate uncle! Even could’ve been was too much for me. y’all should be lucky I brought the old man out of retirement
— lewishamilton : glad you made that executive decision but I’m not that old :(
danielricciardo : me rn - 🎧😭🕺🪩😭😢
— yourusername : I appreciate you Danny 💚
— yourusername : but make sure you give your therapist a ring yeah?
— danielricciardo : on call with her rn!
user5 : what’s everyone’s favourite track and why is it love on the brain?
— user6 : how could you even choose?? This might be a no skip album I fear.
user8: I’m sorry y/n did not lay out the 5 minute from the heart ballad that is Ex-Factor for y’all to just not talk about it??
— user9: “no one loves you more than me, and no one ever will!” You listening Lord Perceval????
— user16: “no matter how I think we grow you always seem to let me know… IT AIN’T WORKING.”
— user13: but like if she’s trying to send a message to Charles it’s a bit disjointed no?
— user10: ex-factor isn’t to Charles Leclerc
— user11: be so fr who is it for then??
— user10: it’s obviously y/n grappling with her conflicting emotions… it’s not meant to be for Charles. This whole album is her going through it. She’s sorting thru her emotions. Are y’all dumb or stupid?
— user15: alright now
user21: AHHSHHEJSJSJSKEDVDKZKSUDJ
— user23: real.
hallebailey: call me asap for any more collabs, had such fun on Forgive Me!
— yourusername: love you hal x
— chloebailey: do not call her! She got her chance call me! (liked by yourusername)
y/bff/n: SUPERMODEL??!!?? Another one you didn’t let me listen to???
— yourusername: cause I knew you’d smack me upside the head for begging a man to see me as pretty enough.
— user24: WHO DIDN’T THINK YOU WERE PRETTY ENOUGH?! CHARLES?!! LET ME AT HIM!
oscarpiastri: on repeat 🎶
— user31: Oscar 😭 it’s giving desperate
— user26: keep commenting, she’ll reply one day!
— user27: bros talking to himself in her comments
sza: album of the year I fear
— yourusername: Solana 💚 couldn’t have done it without you
user32: @oscarpiastri are you the homeboy she’s been secretly banging like she says on supermodel?
— yourusername: I have NOT been secretly banging anyone’s homeboy! Supermodel is the only track with joint writing creds! I fear @sza came up with that lyric. (Comment deleted by yourusername)
— user34: NO Y/N let Charles think you’ve been secretly doing Oscar!
— user35: @user34 love me some psychological warfare!
landonorris: first!
— yourusername: you literally are the last person to comment😒😒
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Y/N Strips Off Expectations on Her New Album ‘TIDES’
R&B superstar delivers sharp barbs and haunting melodies on her long-awaited LP, amidst relationship drama with ex Charles Leclerc.
By Will Dukes
June 10, 2024
If you thought the singles released prior to the album were indicative of the direction this LP would take, think again. Y/n’s highly anticipated latest release, "TIDES," is an ambitious and masterful exploration of love's euphoria and its darker, toxic undertones. Known for her sultry R&B style, y/n transcends genre boundaries in this 15-track opus, weaving together dance, electronic, pop, and reggae influences to craft a cohesive narrative.
The album opens with "Cellophane," a haunting electronic ballad reminiscent of FKA Twigs' ethereal work. This opening track is something we’ve never seen from y/n, yet her delicate vocals float over a sparse, echoing production, setting a tone of vulnerability and foreshadowing the emotional journey ahead. This track is a stunning prologue, drawing listeners into a world where love is as fragile as the titular cellophane.
As we transition to the 3rd track of the album "Forgive Me," the album's pulse quickens. The track opens with a haunting, ethereal intro that quickly gives way to a pulsating beat and assertive bass line, setting a commanding tone. Y/n’s and Halle’s harmonies are immediately striking, blending seamlessly while each woman’s distinct vocal timbre adds depth and texture to the song. Their voices convey both strength and a sense of liberation as they sing about reclaiming their power and refusing to apologize for their choices. Mid-album, "Doo Wop (That Thing)" introduces a surprising but seamless shift. The pop-reggae rhythm provides a laid-back contrast to the preceding tracks, reflecting a momentary calm in the tumultuous relationship. Yet, y/n’s lyrics hint at something more sinister, the song can be seen as a warning, y/n clearly saying to her listeners I’ve made mistakes and here is how you can avoid them.
I won’t blame anyone for mistaking her single “Kill Bill” as the climax of the album. That is what y/n wants you to believe but the climax arrives with "Mary Magdalene" an electronic ballad that ties with the opening track “Cellophane.” For me "Mary Magdalene," is a standout, embodying the album's central themes. Drawing on the figure of Mary Magdalene, y/n reclaims and redefines her story, exploring themes of femininity, devotion, and resilience. The song's intricate layering and hypnotic rhythms create an almost spiritual experience, inviting listeners to delve into its complex emotional landscape. The production is haunting, with distorted synths and echoing beats mirroring the disintegration of trust and affection. y/n’s vocal performance here is raw and powerful, her pain palpable as she sings, "a woman’s touch, a sacred geometry. I know where you start where you end. How to please, how to curse.”
"TIDES" concludes with "Mirrored Heart," a poignant ballad that brings the narrative full circle, echoing the album’s opening. With an album so tumultuous listeners would probably wish for a sense of closure. This song does not give you that, rather you’ll be left questioning ‘what’s next.” y/n’s voice, both fragile and resilient, lingers long after the final note.
In "TIDES," y/n not only expands her musical palette but also delivers a profound and relatable story. This album is a testament to her artistry, marking her as a versatile, timeless and fearless force in contemporary music. It’s a disjointed album, songs sometimes seem out of place, but like the title “TIDES,” suggests, and given the situation that inspired the album, that is exactly the atmosphere y/n was looking to create.
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charles_leclerc : best believe I’ll move on to better things
user1: do y’all hear that?
user3: not you using lyrics from y/n’s song it’s giving desperate.
user4: poor Alex
landonorris: what is bro doing lmao
user5: oh -
arthur_leclerc: if before you had a chance now you have 0 😂
— user5: oh Arthur’s messy messy
—lorenzotl: we want our sister in law back, and this idiot isn’t doing us any favours.
user6: I’m sorry this is so disrespectful to Alex. Just cause you guys broke up doesn’t mean you can do this
user7: lmao get a life
carlossainz55: cabron… this is not what we agreed you’d do 😅
lewishamilton: 😒
— danielricciardo: 😒
— georgerussel63: 😒
— y/bff/n: 😒
— francisca.cgomes: 😒
pierregasly: brother delete this 😔
— oscarpiastri: 😂
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my strawberry shortcake 🫶
#yangyang 🫶#I’ve missed him sm#I should’ve been keeping up this whole time fr#I officially made him one of my ults tho#too yearssssss before I considered someone other than kino an ult#then the other day I added Yang and jongseob 🥰
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What you left behind | A Fantilli
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You’d heard them talking about you at the Hobey award ceremony.
“I feel bad acting like everything’s ok! Y/N has no idea”
“Adam should’ve told her before she flew all the way out here”
“I can’t believe he’s breaking up with her”
Your heart dropped and you walked away before you heard anymore. You sat throughout the whole ceremony with a wary smile.
By the end of it you had excused yourself on account of not feeling well. You were so ill and knew fine well why but now this was making you feel worse.
When Adam did return to your hotel room that night, bustling around while you faced the wall in the darkness you were deciding if you wanted to address the situation or not.
It wasn’t until he got into bed that you spoke
“I know you want to break up with me”
Adam sighed and turned on the bedside light “Babe it’s not you-“
“Do not say it’s not you, it’s me! God, Adam I thought we were better than this!”
“I don’t want to hold you down while I’m away!”
You were now stood up from the bed “You want to go to Columbus! It’s like four hours from Ann Arbor!”
He groans “I could end up literally anywhere and I don’t, I don’t want to drag this relationship with me while I’m starting off in the NHL!”
You gasp lowly “You think this relationship is a drag? Adam there’s something-“
You were crying now, getting yourself upset thinking about how your entire world was crumbling around you.
“Listen let’s just call it ok? You’re clearly getting upset and-“
You laugh ironically “I am getting upset because my boyfriend is breaking up with me and I’m trying to tell him I’m p-“
“I get it, you’re pissed but I think this is for the best I’m going to stay in Luca’s room for the night” Adam finishes, almost infuriating you as he picks up his hoodie and phone before kissing your forehead and leaving the room.
When the door clicked shut you sat down on the bed and let out a shaky breath and placed your hand over your belly “It’s just me and you kid, eh?”
You were packed up and gone before Adam got back to the room the next morning, leaving him feeling somewhat disappointed.
He had tried to call but you’d blocked his number. Eventually he gave in and stop trying to contact you to apologize for how it all went down.
You on the other hand were too busy in the summer break preparing for the baby’s arrival in november.
It felt weird being home all summer. Typically you’d be spending your time split between vacations, lake houses and this year was supposed to be spent by Adam’s side as he was drafted.
Now you were knee deep in baby sleep suits, stuffed animals and diapers all needing to be organized into boxes.
The summer was hard, you’d been contemplating not going back to college now you would ultimately be single parenting and how difficult that was going to be.
It had taken a lot of thinking but you knew you couldn’t give up on school, not now you were all your daughter had.
The new school year looked a lot different. You’d moved out of dorms with your best friend and into your own apartment, you’d dropped out of your position as social admin of the hockey and lacrosse teams and even changed some of your classes to better align with better paid positions post graduate.
It only took the boys a day to notice your absence from the team.
“Where’s y/n? There’s no way she left us because Adam broke up with her!” Dylan whined as the team got changed after their first practice.
Luca just shrugged “I haven’t seen her, I don’t even know if she’s back this year”
“She wasn’t in our sports management class this morning” Mark adds “And her best friend has a new roommate”
Luca then became a little concerned. He’d gone from seeing you all day, everyday to not even knowing where you were.
That was until that evening at Tony’s, the pizza place you, Adam and Luca would go every Tuesday. It seemed as though you guys were keeping to the tradition as you both stood in line to order your pizza.
“Y/N?” You froze hearing his voice, slowly turning around with a coy smile
“Hey Luca” You reply sweetly, not missing how his eyes were now glued on your now seven month pregnant belly.
“Hey so-“
“You’re pregnant?”
You tut “Yeah it looks like it” you joke “so don’t judge when I tank a whole pizza alone I’m technically eating for two”
He softly laughs before he asks “Is it Adam’s?”
You can’t hide it and you know it so you nod “Yeah, it is”
You expect Luca to yell at you but he doesn’t. Instead he grumbles “and you didn’t tell him?!”
His anger takes you back a little and you sigh sadly “I tried Luca”
“Not very hard!”
The tears started the gather in your eyes as you thought back to that night you and Adam broke up and you tried to tell him about your little baby girl.
“Luca You don’t know anything ok? I tried to tell him but he was too busy breaking up with me! You know what Lu, pretend this interaction never happened!” You scoffed, taking off out of the restaurant.
Only five minutes after you got in your apartment the doorbell rang and you waddled to the front door, very unamused and hungry.
On the other side of the door stood Luca holding your order from Tony’s.
“I’ve got pizza?” He smiled and you gestured him in.
The two of you ate the pizza and garlic knots in silence until Luca asked
“Is It a boy or girl?”
You wiped your hands with a napkin before you said “A little girl”
He smiles “and you’re due?”
“November, middle of November”
He nods before he reaches across the table to squeeze your hand “I’m really sorry you’ve done this alone, but I’m sure Adam would want to know he has a daughter”
You retracted your hand from his and scoffed “He didn’t want to be ‘held down’ Luca! His words! So no, I’m not telling him because when I tried, he shut me down so this is his loss!”
Luca wanted to fight you, to stick up for his little brother but he knew better so he gave in. He knew which battle he wanted to pick
“Can I… can I be in her life? She is my niece after all I want to be in her life”
You softened “Of course you can Luca, you can be as involved with her as you want as long as you don’t tell your brother”
Luca reluctantly agrees and so he begins a part in this secret.
Over the following weeks he spent nights over at your house, helped you set up the nursery and was helping you study in your new classes.
He’d slowly stopped speaking to Adam as the secret was getting harder to keep and Adam had noticed.
When Luca didn’t go to Columbus with the rest of his family for Adam’s birthday, Adam knew something was wrong.
So when I’m November the blue jackets played Detroit, Adam, Nick and Kent took the trip to Ann Arbor to watch their old team play.
You wouldn’t have gone to the game that night had you known he would be there but it was too late. You saw him in the crowd. You’d been sitting in a seat, wearing Luca’s jersey so nobody else on the team could see your bump when you spotted Kent closely followed by Adam.
After that you made a mad dash out of Yost, but not before Adam saw you.
He watched you leave, watched you walk out and never said a thing. He had conflicted feelings about seeing you again. He knew it was a possibility but he didn’t know for sure not after his friends told him you’d basically distanced yourself so far from the team, what caught his eye though was his brothers name and number on the back of your jersey.
After the game Adam found his brother outside the locker room
Luca looked surprised to see him, looking around cautiously for someone else by the looks of it “Adam, what’re you doing here?”
“Dropping by to see the team, what’s wrong? You seem on edge? Looking for someone?” Adam wasn’t sly with his questions.
“No I just-“
“Not my ex girlfriend? Not Y/N? Who left by the way”
Luca looked panicked “you saw her?!”
“Yeah i saw her leaving, wearing your jersey! Dude are you fucking y/n? How could-“
Luca scoffs “I’m not fucking her!”
“Well what’s going on? You haven’t come to visit, we hardly talk, she’s walking around here in your jersey and you seem really agitated about her right now so cmon dude spill it! I’d rather you just told me straight but I’m gonna be mad you know I’m still in love with her!!”
Before Luca can even defend himself and you, his phone starts ringing. It’s you.
As soon as he picks up the phone he can hear you crying “what’s going on? Talk me y/n”
That peaks Adam’s interest.
“I fell Luca! I fell and I need to go to the hospital I’m bleeding-“
“I’m coming, I’m coming just hang in there you guys are gonna be ok is the ambulance there? Ok just go and I’ll meet you at the hospital”
Adam is traipsing behind him still demanding answers when Luca shouts “Just get in the car Adam! I don’t have time to deal with you right now”
Adam can feel Luca’s stress and it’s confusing him, a lot.
When they arrive at the hospital he finally asks “Why are we here? What is going on? Who’s hurt?”
Luca sighs, pinching his nose and just praying you’ll understand why he did it
“Y/N is pregnant” he states as if it was the simplest thing while Adam’s entire world just exploded.
He was still in love with you and you were having a baby.
“Is It yours?” Adam asked “Because if it is I’m gonna let you call mom before I fucking kill-“
Luca holds his hand up to his little brother “The baby is yours”
Adam is going through every emotion possible at the moment, stuttering out “Why didn’t you tell me? She didn’t-“
“She tried Adam, the day you broke up with her”
He feels horrible, he feels heartbroken.
“And Why are we at the hospital? Do we need to go in? Is she ok?”
“She said there’s been bleeding, that she fell after the game. That could be bad Adam so just don’t go in there guns blazing when she could have lost her baby”
Adam’s heart breaks even further for his baby; who’s existence he’s only known of for a minute who might now be dead.
The brothers make their way up to the ward and ask for you to which the nurse smiles sympathetically “It’s family only, sorry boys”
Luca hurries “He’s the babies dad, she’s pregnant-“
“Actually, miss y/l/n had a turn in the ambulance after she was picked up by paramedics and she is no longer pregnant” Adam and Luca both gasped lowly, heartbroken when the nurse continued “She delivered her babygirl in the ambulance on route here. Congratulations dad, head on down its room 103”
The two shared glances before Luca patted his little brother on the back “You’re a dad, man!”
“I’m a dad…” he repeats, almost in disbelief.
When Adam got to your room and walked in you were laying in the hospital bed holding your little girl in your arms mumbling something to her. When you looked up and saw Adam the smile on your face dropped
“What’re you-“
“Is she ok? Are you ok?” He interrupted, walking over to you both.
You looked surprised “Luca told you?”
He nods “the cliff notes, we were in a rush”
You nodded understandingly “She’s perfect, all eight pounds of perfection”
You watch Adam step closer and closer to you both when you say “Adam, do you want to hold her?”
He nods, sitting down in the chair next to your bed and taking her into his arms. You watch them as Adam whispers sweet words to her.
“Hi babygirl, I’m your daddy”
When he finally puts her in her bassinet, Adam turns to you “I’m so sorry you went through this all alone, I’m sorry I didn’t listen to you that night and I’m sorry I just abandoned us… I regret it everyday”
You smile softly “Do you miss me?” It was a lighthearted jab but Adam grabs your hands, seriously and says “So much, everyday I’ve thought about what an idiot I was to let you go. The love of my life”
“Adam you really broke my heart, I’m not sure how I would’ve survived if it wasn’t for her” you say gesturing to the baby asleep next to you.
He squeezes your hands “I know and I can only apologise and beg you to understand I acted on stupid judgement. We could always make long distance work and you have never held me down ever, you make me a better person y/n, I guess now you both do”
Eventually around eleven your nurse manages to sneak Luca into your room. He fully expected you two at each others throats when he entered but instead he found you both sitting on your bed holding your daughter in your hands just adoring her.
“Hey guys, she’s beautiful y/n congratulations”
You smile “thanks uncle Lu”
“So what’s princess called?”
Adam looks at you to tell him and you take pleasure when you say “This is Lucia, her name is inspired by our role model. Both of us”
Luca crouches down by Lucia’s sleeping body and brushes his thumb over her cheek “Hi Lu, I’m your uncle Luca. I love You so much already and I don’t even know you yet”
Your head absentmindedly rested on Adams’s shoulder and he kissed the crown of your head and mumbled “My girls, my whole world”
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Apothecary - chapter nine
joel miller x witchy!reader
series masterlist
ring around the moon, trouble coming soon.
warnings | 18+ smut, ANGST - i'm not going to spoil anything but fr shit gets real and very sad here so please take care
wordcount: 5K ish
a/n | i am so nervous to share this chapter. listen, this was a very difficult chapter for me to write. i have to thank @beskarandblasters for holding my hand and keeping my secret through it. all i can say is, it hurt me as much as i imagine it might hurt you and i am truly sorry. this is where the progression of the plot dictated me to go. as mentioned, this is the last chapter for a while, but there is much much more to come once i return in august. my inbox is always open, come tell me what you think <3
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“I think Ellie was disappointed.”
“Why d’you think that?”
“I don’t know, I think she was expecting a little more razzle-dazzle.” Joel chuckles at that, pulling her closer into his side on the couch and landing a kiss to the top of her head. The fire crackles and pops, the glow of the fireplace crawling up the walls of the living room, hazy and golden.
“Should’ve done that little candle trick, darlin. Kid’s eyes would’ve popped out of her head.”
“Pfft, I’m pretty sure your eyes almost popped out of your head when I showed it to you.” They share a quiet laugh, settling down into each other, the warmth from the fireplace melting muscle and bone into an easy tangle. It’s the last night of Samhain, a time, she had explained to Joel, to burn away the passing year before the darkness of winter settles in. While Ellie had been excited for the late night fire, she had seemed a bit unsatisfied with how simple and quiet the whole thing had been, excusing herself with a dramatic yawn to her room in the outfitted garage. But Joel doesn’t mind if it means that he gets a little more time with his woman just to himself.
“So, was this a good, um– is holiday the right word?” Though he feels a bit foolish asking it, she just smiles, tilting her chin up at him from where she’s resting against his chest.
“Holiday works, yeah. And this was the best one I’ve had in a while.”
“Really?” Her smile broadens, nodding at his question.
“Mmhmm, because I got to share it with you and Ellie.” He may not understand all of it, the traditions and history, how any of it can even be real, but what he does know is that it means something for her to share this with him, with them.
“I’m glad that you did, darlin, and I know Ellie is too. I– thank you.” Her brow quirks at that, leaning back to fully look at him.
“What’re you saying thank you for?”
“I don’t know– everything. Just, thank you.” He does know, his mind rolling through memories. He could thank her for taking Ellie under her wing, keeping her out of trouble and getting her excited about something. He could thank her for being patient with him, being honest with him, giving him a second chance and then some when he first tried to figure her out. He could thank her for moving in with him, for waking up next to him every morning, for taking his hand in hers whenever they walk through town. He could thank her for that first time they met, how she whirled around him, all warmth and no pretense, so easily letting herself into the small pinprick of light that was his world. He could thank her for a lot of things, but the language fails him, so he settles for everything, sealing his words with a slanted kiss as she twists in his hold to deepen it.
He feels like a teenager again with how bad he wants her all the time, pushing and pulling to get her splayed out on the living room rug, the fire casting a radiant waltz over every new inch of skin he reveals. When he tugs her jeans down her hips, hands a greedy drag, she huffs out a laugh that draws his attention back up to her face.
“You’re very insistent tonight.” She says it with a quirked grin, head tilted to look at him where he’s kneeling between her legs. His heart catches at the sight of her, shirt discarded, bare from the waist up, her jeans still halfway down her legs, hair wild and lips darkened by his kisses. And suddenly his insistence turns a little quicker, a little headier, a little darker, not giving her any answer but pulling her pants off the rest of the way before settling back between her thighs, his open mouth dragging up soft skin before hovering over the faded cotton of her panties, her hips jolting with each of his hot exhales.
He can’t tear his eyes away from her, propped up on her elbows to look at him, brows pinched at the way he ghosts his lips over her, nosing at her clit through thin fabric. He’s never wanted anyone like this, so unconditionally, however he can, in whatever way he can, a surrender so complete it scares him. But getting her like this, sighing for him, whispering his name, it’s enough for him to give it all up to her, more than willingly.
When he finally stops teasing her, getting her completely bare for him, giving her his mouth in the way he knows she wants it, it’s like the sweetest prayer, every sigh a sacrament, her fingers threading through his hair to guide him a holy hail. The woman he worships and the pleasure he provides. He indulges in her, a delicate devouring of her, licking into her before nosing up until his lips drag over her clit, tongue finding that spot, a persistent press. He knows every moan, every jolting muscle, every crumbling exhale, another piece of her he gets to hold.
Her heel digs into his shoulder blade, knee bent and askew as she tenses all at once, hips canting up into his mouth, before going slack with a ragged breath of his name, a brilliant vision of release. A kiss to her hip bone, one to her heaving stomach, the valley of her breasts, the curve of her chin before he stops at her lips, both of them insistent in their shared tangle.
Where he worships, she wills, hands moving with certainty, working him out of his clothes until his skin can press against hers. The heat from the still-blazing fire sets sweat beading, cheeks flushed in warmth as they move together.
“So good like this, darlin. My woman, mine.” Her back arches up, the peaks of her breasts drawn taut against his skin where they’re pressed together, humid and hazy, all heat, all need. She’s perfect around him, cunt swollen and dripping as his hips spear into hers, her heel an insistent press into his ass. Stay here, be mine, stay here, I’m yours.
He ducks his head down, skin pulling away with a smarting stick they’ve started to sweat so much, his teeth catching on the curve of her breast, her cry washing over him when he bites down.
“Joel.” There it is, long and raspy, the only way he likes to hear his name, dripping with need, slipping down her throat. The slap of skin, the salacious sound of her cunt taking him again and again and again. And it’s greedy when he brings his fingers down to smear over her clit, groaning at the way she clenches around him, desperate to pull that pleasure from her one more time.
“Please.” Oh how closely pain and pleasure dance in the crumbling of her brow, the way her lips part around a frown that hinges into a cry when she unravels around him, wet and aching, the tendons in her throat jumping, inviting his mouth to press against them as he goes spiraling after her, his warmth smearing in the crux of her thighs.
They fall asleep to the slow, whimpering embers of the fire, a faint smolder of shadows cast over their still embrace, the night pulling them into the pagan new year.
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“Have you seen Stevie today?”
“Not since this morning, why?” She shrugs at Ellie’s question, checking over her shoulder at the pot of herbs steeping on the stove before focusing back on her.
“I don’t know, I just– she’s usually around the shop at this time of day, I swear it’s like she’s figured out exactly what time you come over from school.” Ellie hums in agreement, swiveling a bit side to side on her stool next to the butcher block.
“Sometimes she likes to follow Joel, y’know, maybe she wandered outside the gate with him this morning.” That thought seems to distress Ellie, her eyebrows jilting up in a worried pinch that she’s quick to calm.
“Don’t worry about that, kid. Little miss may like to follow him, but she knows better than to wander outside. Anyways, she’s probably just found a little trouble to get into.” She’s a bit too distracted to worry much more about Stevie, she knows she can handle herself and her mind is stuck on the fact that Joel’s patrol shifts are ramping up again. It still nags her thoughts whenever he’s outside the walls, that maybe this is the time that he ends up like all the others, a constant eye on the clock until he’s back.
“You know he’s gonna come back, right? He always comes back.” Ellie’s quiet words snap her back out of her head, grateful for the easy comfort she offers.
“I know. Just, still gotta worry a bit. But I know. I bet we’ll see him and Stevie both waltzing toward us when we head down to the dining hall for the community dinner.” Ellie lets out a groan at the mention of their obligation to join in at the once-a-month shared meal, something Maria recommended as a way to keep the rumor mill quiet. She had never thought about it that way, that her keeping to herself made all the talk worse, and all the talk then made her want to shutter herself away even more. But being around the other folks of Jackson more, and not just when she’s treating them, has seemed to further quell all the swirling rumors. Hence, community dinner night.
“Kid, I don’t know what you’re complaining about. I’m pretty sure Dina is gonna be there.” Even though she’s certain they’ve been dating for a few months now, any mention of Dina is a surefire way to set Ellie blushing, which she tries to hide behind a scrunched up expression.
“I mean, yeah, I guess, it’s whatever. But I’m swiping an extra piece of pie for my troubles.” She has to laugh at Ellie’s huffy claim, shaking her head before turning back to the stove.
“I won’t tell if you come help me pour this stuff into these bottles.”
…
It’s not that he minds it exactly, he understands that it’s a good sign that people are seeking out her help. But he’d rather not hear about some man’s rash in the middle of his dinner. Ellie shoots him a grossed-out expression around her spoon, and Joel is inclined to agree with the sentiment, though his woman seems to have no trouble talking with the man about a salve she can give him for his particular ailment. The dining hall is close and warm, folks sharing tables with each other, conversation easy and echoing in the high-ceilinged room, and Joel can’t wait until it’s socially acceptable for them to leave.
“If you stop by the shop in the morning I’ll have that all whipped up for you, ok?” The man thanks her quietly, nodding to Joel as well before he walks back over to his own table. Joel, meanwhile, is trying and failing to remember the guy’s name.
“Artie Peterson, he works on the council with Maria and Tommy.” Once again, she seems to know what he’s thinking before he even opens his mouth, giving his thigh a quick squeeze before tucking back into her meal. But it isn’t long after that Maura Nichols is coming over with her plate.
“Hey y’all, is it ok if I sit with you?” She’s quick to welcome Maura over, pulling out the empty seat next to her for the woman and starting up an easy conversation with her. Joel can’t help but notice the worry lining Maura’s eyes, the quick glances away, and he reckons that she’s probably looking out for Matthew, guarding against another scene like the one he made at the town meeting. The thought is enough for him to try a little harder, leaning his elbows on the table to at least look like he’s intently listening to the conversation, nodding along to what Maura says.
“So are you two thinking about having a ceremony?” Ellie chokes on her sip of water when Maura asks that, snapping Joel back into attention, his woman letting out a nervous laugh beside him.
“Um, a ceremony for what?” She asks it on a breathy chuckle to Maura who’s still looking expectantly between them.
“Well I just assumed, two people in love and all, you’d be wanting to get married.” At that, Ellie starts coughing around a bite of pie, something between a laugh and a wheeze as Joel thumps her on the back until she settles back down.
“Oh, uh, I mean, we haven’t really talked about it. I don’t think that’s really our speed, right, Joel?” She turns her head to look at him, eyebrows creased in a clear plea for back-up.
“Yeah, I– we– that’s not, not really on the radar right now.” Maura nods, looking a bit chastened at their reaction to her questions.
“I’m sorry, me and my big mouth didn’t mean to pry, I just meant to say that you seem so good together, that’s all.” His woman graciously accepts Maura’s comment while Joel sinks back into his thoughts, Ellie muttering something about Dina and slinking off in the periphery. He was certainly surprised by Maura’s words, but even more surprised that the idea of a ceremony didn’t feel so ridiculous to him. He knows it’s silly, frivolous, something like marriage not meaning a damn thing in this world, but he doesn’t mind the idea of something official, something permanent.
He spends the rest of dinner somewhere between his seat next to his woman and a vague vision of a ring and a vow. But he shakes that thought clear of his mind when they step out into the cool night air, Ellie a few strides ahead of them, calling out for Stevie as they walk home.
“Sorry about Maura’s whole ceremony question. I didn’t mean to speak for you, I just sort of panicked.” She squeezes his hand, a nervous glance his way as they continue walking. He finds that he has to clear his throat before responding.
“No, no, that’s fine, darlin. Kind of a useless question to be asking anyways.” Part of him hopes that the quick flash across her face is something other than acquiescence, something closer to disappointment, but he doesn’t have much time to consider it before his attention is pulled away by the sound of Ellie letting out a clipped gasp.
Everything happens slow, as if underwater, Ellie kneeling down on the porch, curled over in a shuddering heave, Joel’s mind going blank with fear. And everything happens slow until it doesn’t anymore, her hand breaking from his as she makes a stilted jog up the porch steps, body going rigid as she sees whatever Ellie is hunched over.
What? It’s more of a shriek than a word, high and jagged in her throat as she sinks to her knees next to Ellie, letting out a string of staccato yelps. It’s despair distilled, the sounds she makes, Joel’s heart a tight fist as he tentatively steps onto the porch.
She could be sleeping, if you didn’t look closely. Laying on her side, having dozed off after catching the last rays of sun. But there is no rise and fall of her sleek, black fur, no stirring when Ellie lays a shaking palm over her belly.
Stevie’s not sleeping.
She’s trembling, reaching for the lifeless animal before jerking her hands away as if she might get burned, Ellie pulling her into a tight hug as she all but dissolves into sobs. And Joel feels helpless, standing over them, unable to figure out how to fucking fix this. But when his brain catches on the one thing that makes sense, that feels like an explanation and a solution all at once, he finds himself stumbling down the porch and back toward the main drag of Jackson, toward the Tispy Bison where he knows he can find who he’s looking for.
In another life, when he and Tommy lived on the road together, his brother had described what Joel did as like flipping a switch. Something would fall over his eyes and his mind, his body moving with a violent knowledge, purpose in the pain he inflicted. It’s how he moves now, cutting through the crowd in the bar and finding Mason in the back of the room, the grin on his face expectant, like he’s been waiting for him. And though the man opens his mouth to speak, Joel doesn’t give him the chance to get any words out before he’s grabbing him by the back of his neck and dragging him out of the bar on unsteady feet, slamming him hard against the alley wall.
“Tell me right now that you didn’t do it and I’ll think about not killing you.” Mason’s smirk splits into a slippery grin, not even struggling in Joel’s grip.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Miller. But if you ask me, people oughta keep a closer eye on their pets.” It’s all he needs to hear, enough for him to pull his fist back before letting it swing scare into Mason’s jaw.
This time, he doesn’t stop swinging.
…
At some point, she must have worn herself out enough to fall asleep, sitting slumped on the couch, her neck tipped back in a painful crunch. Her eyes are so heavy, so swollen, that she can barely open them when a light squeeze is pressed into her shoulder.
“Joel?” Her voice is hoarse, barely cracking a whisper, too quiet for Ellie to stir, tucked close into her side and asleep. He’s kneeling in front of her legs, both his hands coming to rest on her knees, eyes searching her face, and suddenly she feels like she’s going to fall apart all over again.
“Where– where have you been?” It had been a blur, an awful haze, wrapping Stevie’s body in a thick blanket and tucking her into a box, both of them unsure what to do next except for cry. At some point, it had registered somewhere in the periphery of her mind that Joel wasn’t there, but it had been a fleeting thought, a deeper and darker wave of emotion washing it away in the night. And though she tries to be concerned about it now, any worry, any questioning is swept away with a fresh flood of tears.
“I’m so sorry, darlin. I’m here now, I’ve got you.” He shifts to sit on the couch next to her, pulling her into his side as she starts to shudder, her sob breaking into the fabric of his flannel. Her mind can’t stretch much further than the span of this grief, stop-starting itself to a jagged rhythm of disbelief followed by realizing over and over again that this is real, that her girl has left her. It feels like a horrible, lurching ride that she can’t figure out how to get off of.
“W-we need to bury her.”
“I know, darlin. We will. Just rest right now, ok? I’ll take care of everything.” They speak in a quiet hush, Ellie still sound asleep on her other side.
“I always knew it’d be time for her to g-go eventually. But it just– it feels too soon, feels too fucking soon.” Believing what she does, knowing what she does, it doesn’t make the agony any less complete, any less brutal. And once again, all she can do is cry as Joel pulls her a little closer.
…
They bury her in the backyard, beneath the towering cottonwood she had a proclivity for climbing. He knew that Ellie had grown attached to Stevie, but he’s still taken aback by just how torn apart she is, saying a few words over the freshly-covered grave before tears take over her voice again. But it’s the sight of his woman that keeps breaking his heart, a silent sadness taking over her slackened features, eyes and cheeks red with salt, her voice faint and uneven as she says goodbye.
He moves them both through the rest of the day, making sure they eat, coaxing glasses of water into their hands, keeping a fire burning in the living room where they’ve curled up on the couch. Joel knows grief. He knows that it comes in strange waves, reality stretching thin and frail in the beginning. But it still frustrates him that he can’t do more, that he can’t take their pain into his own hands and make it go away. Whatever he can control, he does. Whatever he can fix, he does.
When both of them have managed to fall asleep in the still of the night, he quietly slips out the front door, half-expecting Stevie to fall into step beside him, a twinge of pain shooting through his chest, a particular loss he didn’t know he’d feel.
Tommy is waiting for him at the stables, pressing up off the wall of the barn as Joel approaches.
“Let’s take care of this.”
The body has already gone stiff, wrapped up in an old sheet, both of them having to work to get it slung over the back of one of the horses, a heavy blanket draped over top of it to ward off prying eyes. Luckily, no one on patrol bats an eye when Tommy Miller asks for the gate to be opened for him and his brother.
They ride out toward the plains, the moon casting the hills in purple shadows. And, after deciding that they’ve gotten far enough away, together, they dig.
He had gone to his brother the night before and told him everything. And Tommy had made a few things clear. He would help him, but no one could ever find out, they would never speak of this again, and they would get it done as soon as possible.
They work through the night, the sun curling golden fingers over their shifting backs, stripped down to their undershirts, sweat sticking cool in the crisp morning air. When they finish, a fresh plot of overturned dirt lays before them, what rests below something only they will ever know, with any luck. Joel opens his mouth to speak, but Tommy stops him with a palm held out.
“Don’t, Joel. I’m not gonna judge you for what you did, but I ain’t gonna talk about it either. Blood helps blood, but I don’t wanna hear another thing about this. It’s done. Let’s get back to town before anyone realizes we’re gone.”
…
She wakes up the same way she did the morning before, curled on the couch with Ellie tucked into her side. It was a deep but restless sleep, nothing could have woken her from it, but now opening her eyes, she feels like she could fall back into it all over again. She hears what she assumes is Joel puttering around in the kitchen, the soft clink of dishes, the click of the stove coming on and the hiss of the kettle.
She knows she can’t stay on the couch again today, knows that people need her, so she presses her grief down until she can just barely swallow it, quietly getting up without waking Ellie and padding into the kitchen.
“You must think me really pitiful to be brewing actual coffee.” He doesn’t say anything, simply taking the few strides to reach her and pull her into a tight hug, her face pressing into his shirt, inhaling him so deep she can’t cry.
“I’m fine, really. I am.”
“No one’s expecting you to be fine, darlin. Stevie was, well, she was different, wasn’t she?” She finds herself letting out a weak laugh at that, nodding meekly against his chest.
“Yeah, she was.” Silence, and suddenly she feels like it’s a really good idea to stay exactly like this, swaying lightly in his hold, her nose buried into the fabric of his shirt, for the rest of the day, a sign in and of itself for her to disentangle herself with a shaky sigh.
“I’m not gonna miss any more appointments. Don’t wanna let people down.” Joel nods, holding onto one of her hands between them.
“I think people would understand if you needed another day, honey. But I also think it could be good for you, get out, take your mind off it for a little while.” He pours her a cup of coffee and gets started on breakfast, Ellie shuffling in and slumping down at the dining table next to her. She curves what could be a smile across her face, resting one of her hands over Ellie’s.
“Hey, kid, I’m gonna go into the shop today. Would you– would you wanna come help out after school?” She shrugs, a quietly murmured yeah, I guess as Joel sets down plates for all of them.
There’s no two ways about it, the morning is hard, making her house visits, half expecting Stevie to be trailing her heels, half expecting to catch a glimpse of her girl as she moves through town. People are surprisingly kind about it, offering quiet apologies that she thinks might be more painful than if they just didn’t say anything, though she knows they mean well.
It’s both a relief and a reminder, getting back to the shop, and she’s desperate for Ellie to show up so it doesn’t seem so quiet. But soon after she does come over from school, Maura comes in as well, carrying a small bundle of flowers, some of the last of the season.
“I’m so sorry for your loss. Some folks don’t understand how hard it is, losing a pet. But they’re as much family as anyone else, aren’t they?” She accepts the flowers from Maura with a small smile and a nod, still surprised by how easily this woman extends her kindness.
“I also wanted to see if you heard the news.” Her brow furrows at that, looking over to Ellie who seems equally unsure of what Maura’s talking about.
“Oh, you haven’t. Well, apparently Mason skipped town. Folks hadn’t seen him in a day or so, and Tommy finally let people know that he decided to leave last night. Why anyone in their right mind would want to go out there on their own is beyond me, but I say good riddance.”
It doesn’t feel right, though she can’t place exactly why. She looks to Ellie, whose face is set in a strange, steely expression, something hidden, working through something in her mind. Her thoughts flicker, moving her before it’s even fully formed in her mind, an instinctive knowing, like when you go to reach for something but find it missing.
“Maura, could you stay here with Ellie for a moment? I need to go check on something real quick.” Ellie calls after her, though she’s already out the door and heading for the stables.
Joel looks taken aback when he sees her walking a straight line toward him, but before he can get a word in edgewise she’s grabbing him by his wrist and tugging him into the stables, into the darkest corner behind a large stack of hay, her words coming out in a hushed torrent.
“Tell me right now that you had nothing to do with it.” His mouth is slack, brow furrowed, a picture of perfect surprise as she points her finger into his chest.
“What– nothing to do with what? What’re you talking about?”
“Mason is gone, and I swear to whatever powers there are, if you had anything to do with it I need to know now.” She can see the bob of his throat, eyes still wide at her outburst.
“Mason made his choice and he’s gone, that’s all.” She nearly laughs at his response, how dizzyingly vague it is. She knows him well enough to see that he’s keeping something from her, something in the set of his jaw, the huff he lets out as he speaks, and she wants more than anything not to see it, not to know it.
“That isn’t– that’s not good enough. Joel, I need you to promise me you didn’t have anything to do with this, please.” The tears start falling before she can stop them, and he’s quick to close the space between them, taking her face in his hands, his eyes steady on hers.
“I promise. That man made a decision and he left, end of story.” She lets him tuck her into his arms, lets him quiet her sobs, lets his palms run warm currents up and down her back.
He lies to her, and she lets him.
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SHOULD’VE SAID NO.
summary: your best friend slept with your man and you decide to take revenge by sleeping with her ex Featuring : Ken Ryuguji part 1. masterlist
“ You should’ve said no, you should’ve gone home you should’ve thought twice before you let it all go”
“Bitch fuck you” you screamed out into the air, cross faded on a mixture of weed and whiskey. After you found out by your now -EX- boyfriend that he had cheated on you with your best friend of two years last weekend at a party, you trusted him in going by himself - turns out you shouldn’t have trusted him because after he slept with her they started hooking up on the low.
You guess he felt really bad because he was the only one who came forward and told you what they had been doing. In a fit of rage you spammed your also now -EX- best friend with messages of you just calling her many things while your ex was also blowing up your phone apologizing -telling you- begging you for forgiveness and telling you that it meant nothing to him, that he only loved you n he loved you more than anything
Once you were done texting her everything, you went to message him - you said how you could never forgive him nor her, how you want nothing to do with them anymore, how she can keep his tiny dick - just going off on him and than blocking him before he could say anything else to you about how he only wants you.
“You shouldn’t be begging for forgiveness at my feet, you should’ve said no, baby, and you might still have me”
It’s only been a week - and it’s been hell for you. Your ex hasn’t gotten the hint that you really don’t care n keeps texting you on random text free sites how he missed you, but he’s literally dating your ex best friend n telling you this. You contemplate getting a restraining order, “it’s probably easier than having him blow up my phone” you think before you get a ding from your phone. You pull it out of your pocket to check. “It’s this bitch.” You sign and open the text message. “I don’t know why I need to tell you this but MY MAN don’t want you nm so fuck outta his phone” you had a look of disgust and confusion on your face that just said, “what the fuck…”
you reply back quickly with, “don’t nobody want your man besides you hun, keep him” griping your phone tightly, almost thinking it will crack under the grip of your hand. “Mhm sure, but you still on his phone texting for him back”
“This bitch has to be delusional” you almost guarantee you would laugh if this whole situation doesn’t involve a home wrecking whore ex best friend. “I don’t know what you’re on about - but I’m not in his phone… so how about you get the fuck outta MY phone before I fuck your ex” you’re in the middle of a cafe, sitting down - knowing you hit a nerve by the way it seems like she’s writing you a paragraph because she’s taking too long - almost like she truly doesn’t know what to say. “Nah you wouldn’t… that’s too far even for you”
“Bitch…be fr” you whisper quietly at your phone, “how are you gonna say it’s too far but I guess you didn’t think it was too far when you started fucking my bf” you sent it and then send another text, “ngl I would tho he bad asf” you already know she’s fuming - you smile to yourself, proud you even thought of that.
“You’re not his type so try again bitch” you already know what to say, thinking of everything. “Sure let’s see hoe” before blocking her and getting to work with your plan. You get to texting her fine ass ex, Ken Ryuguji.
“You say that the past is in the past, you need one more chance - it was a moment of weakness and you said yes”
You planned to accidentally bump into him at a college party and make small talk, flirt - get him upstairs, and get hot and heavy with him. You’re ecstatic, just thinking about him gets you turned on quickly - shaking off the nerves, you began to get ready to pull up to the party. Getting ready at your friends house, Emma - you both take your time in looking good, making sure not one thing looks bad with you two.
“Bitch are you scared or nervous for doing this?” Emma says, putting her hair up into a cute claw clip. “Uhh sorta… I guess i don’t know” setting your face and putting on blush. “Well I mean anyone would be but jus fuck it cause you’re getting revenge. Don’t nobody deserve what they told you so now you gon say fuck it, right?” She was especially mad because she told you he wasn’t good for you and you didn’t listen. “Yea fuck it” you both pregamed and took cute photos to post later on - then going on to the party.
On the way to the party, your nerves are now in the roof - shoving them back inside, “girl you gotta do this” on your phone, scrolling through insta. “Bitch we almost here so, you know what you gotta do” you smile at yourself from the camera on your phone, “i know, I know” looking at her, you blow a kiss to her face before kissing her cheek. She smiled at you from the corner of her eyes - pulling up to the party, parking the car - you and her immediately get out of the car n walk through the door.
You and her both go looking for the drinks, excited to get drunk and chill the nerves - Emma makes her way to the mountain of bottles on the kitchen counter, you follow close behind her. You grab a cup and pour whatever entices you - perking up as you hear the familiar voice of Draken, you look around slowly as to not seem like you’re looking for him or anything like that. You catch him in the corner of your eye - perched on the couch, smoking a fat blunt - more rolled blunts and weed on the coffee table in front of him. you smile to calm the nerves coursing through your body. And then the games began - you make your way over to him.
“Ken~” you flirtatiously walk over to him, attracting and bewitching the looks of other people surrounding him. He looks over to you - taking a hit of the blunt that was in his hands, “hey” he replies back to you, his glassy baked eyes looking you up and down. “this boy so fine…” you think as you sat down right besides him on the comfy love seat, squishing you both together. You look up at him, “I didn’t know you were gonna be here - you didn’t tell me..” grabbing the blunt from his hand, softly, you take a hit from it - blowing the smoke in his face as he looks you in the eyes.
It didn’t take long for it to hit, “you sure you should be doing that” he eyed you for a while before taking it from your hands. “Yea, I do actually”
“You can see that I’ve been crying, and baby, you know all the right things to say. But do you honestly expect me to believe we could ever be the same?”
It didn’t take long for you both to find your way upstairs, heatedly making out - you feel his dick on your inner thigh, “goddamn he’s big as fuck…” a thought in your mind, grabbing the back of his hair - griping it as he opens the door into a room. You feel bad for whoever’s room this is, knowing you’re both going to leave a mess.
You push him on the king sized bed - kissing down his body, you’re on you’re knees, unzipping his pants. His cock springs up at you, “he really is big” you think as you pull it out of his boxers. You immediately stroke it, hearing the soft moans coming out from above you - you look up at him, and he looks so majestic. “Ken~ you look so pretty, making you into this… can I take a phone?” You question, he’s tight lipped but nods a sign yes. Flipping out your phone - still stroking him - you snap a quick photo before flinging your phone across the floor.
Putting your lips on the tip, stroking the rest of his length, “ugh my hair is in my face…” and it’s almost like he read your mind because he immediately puts his hands into your hair, making a ponytail with them. Going even further down him, you gag, looking up at his and you don’t seem to care because the faces he makes is enough for you to be satisfied right now.
You go back up to the tip of it, kitten licking the pre-cum. And than once again going further down him, inch by inch. Both your hands going up and down the rest of him you couldn’t go down, going the same tempo your mouth is. One hand goes down to play with his balls - his moans getting louder - and it seems like that was the last thing he needed before he cums into your mouth. You keep going tho, swallowing most of it but some dribbling down your chin
You pull off of him, mouth full of his seed, and smile at him as he catches his breath. You get up off your knees, pushing him down onto the bed. You slide up and down his dick, your panties the only border between both him slipping inside of you. Pulling off your panties - you get back on top of him. Sliding him between your folds. Moaning at the sensation as he looks up at you with slanted eyes, hands on your ass. Your hands on his chest.
Putting a hand down, gripping his manhood, slowly you push him inside of you - moaning at how good he feels, “look at you ma… you look bad as fuck like this” he says, looking up at you as if you were the only thing that mattered to him right now. Smiling at his words - you get to work on making both him and you feel good.
You go up and down his big dick - if anybody heard you outside of the room they would definitely think you guys were filming a porno with how much moaning you’re doing. Throwing your head back in pleasure, you continue in jumping on him, wanting so badly to reach your climax.
“Fuck…ken, you’re so big” you manage to moan out, your hands on his chest and his still on your ass, slightly pushing you up and down his dick.
“It’s strange to think the songs we used to sing. The smiles, the flowers, everything is gone. Yesterday I found out about you. Even now just looking at you feels wrong”
You’re both laying down on the bed - the smell of sex, weed, and sweat surrounds the room. You’re on his chest laying down, softly. “So…” you’re speechless and so is he because he says it as well. “Uhm so I think I should go before Emma notices I’m gone…” you slowly get up off his chest, feeling bad for leaving him there - you grab all of your clothes, putting them on as he watches you in silence. You pause for a minute, before waving bye to him and walking out the door. “That was the best dick I’ve gotten…” you think, stunned as you walk down the stairs. “Bitch there the fuck you were - I’ve been looking for you everywhere” Emma grabs you by the shoulders - sniffing you - “Girl… did you actually do it…”
you nervously smile at her as a sign of “yea I did girl…” she’s not mad but drags you out the door and into the car. It’s about 3 AM by the time you both are on the way home. You suddenly remember about the whole reason you fucked him, pulling out your phone and going into the chats between you and her. Sending her the beautiful photo of Ken, flushed and moaning heavily - “turns out I was just his type. Try the next bitch hun” you put your phone down on your lap again
By the time you and her get home, you check your phone again and there’s only one msg. You smile giddily because this time draken messaged you.
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Chilly
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notes: that one interview where gege said that gojo doesn't sleep much/get enough sleep :( when i find you gege.
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It’s around that time of year where you go to sleep with the windows open because it’s super hot, and wake up freezing from the chilly early morning air.
And so here you are, despite being under the blanket you feel goosebumps all over your body. There should be a giant white-haired heater next to you, but as you shuffle and feel around for him, you’re met with an empty bed.
You slowly peek your head out from under the covers. The sun hasn’t risen yet so the room is still dark, but you still scan around the room in hopes of finding him. He did tell you that he had a day off today, so where could he be? Did they call him in for some emergency? Maybe he was just in the bathroom. He normally wakes up periodically like this, but doesn’t usually leave until he tells you and places a kiss on your temple.
Your thoughts get interrupted by a sharp breeze that makes your whole body shudder, grabbing your phone and hiding under the covers again.
Where are you?
You sent the message, but contemplate on if you should’ve just called him. Woulda been faster maybe.
[toru <3] Miss me?
Your phone dings as he replies instantly.
Just answer the question please.
[toru <3] Ugh. I’m downstairs, what’s wrong?
What the hell are you doing downstairs? Come back here??
[toru <3] Aw, feeling lonely?
You could see the little “typing” bubble from his end and you already know he’s gonna say something dumb.
I’m freezing, come close the window.
[toru <3] Close it yourself >:(
No :(( plus what’re you even doing, come and sleep.
[toru <3] Can’t though, that’s why I came down here and got myself somethin’ to eat.
You okay?
[toru <3] I’m okay, princess.
Your heart swells at his gentleness, and you start to feel bad for him. He doesn’t get much sleep plus he’s so overworked. You’re about to suck it up and just close the window yourself when he sends another message.
[toru <3} I’m coming btw, want a snack?
You chuckle at him for asking, because only he’d have a snack while most of the world is still sleeping.
Nah just some water, thanks :p
[toru <3] Suit yourself love.
He slowly creeps in the room a minute later, sauntering over to your side of the bed and setting the water down on the side table. “Thanks.” You whisper and lower the blanket so that only the top half of your face is out and he smiles. His soft smile never ceases to make you smile as well.
Another crisp breeze breaks you two from your trance.
“Crap, it is cold.” He says with an exaggerated shiver and goes over to window to close it.
“All done, can my baby go back to sleep now?” He asks with a grin.
“Yes, but only if you get back in here.” Patting the spot next to you on the bed. He walks over to your side of the bed again and bends down to place a kiss on your cheek. A sweet and gentle action, followed by him doing a somersault over your body and onto his side of the bed, an “oof!” leaving your mouth.
He chuckles. “Sorry baby, couldn’t waste a second. Had to get on the bed asap!” You roll you eyes with a smile at his comment as he pulls the blanket over him.
“D’you wanna try sleeping again? C’mere.” You ask, but it was barely a question since your arms already brought his head down to lay in the crook of your neck, bodies close, and legs tangled.
You lazily run your fingers though his hair, earning you a low hum in satisfaction. “Keep doing that and I might just.” He mumbles against your skin.
So you keep at it despite the sleep tugging at your eyes. You’d stay awake for hours if it meant he could sleep even another minute. But you know he would do the same for you.
✎ canada weather is so annoying fr.
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thoughts on todays volume! in case you are unaware, android users got to play the volume very early, while ios users were given a late release. lmao. (i have both ios & android, but my phone is old & i didn’t want to add “slideshow frame rate” to a game that’s already glitchy af) somehow i managed to escape the horde of unmarked spoilers 🙏🏽
first off, felicity is stunning !!! i'm surprised she had an actual sprite rather than getting the zeph & cassius treatment . if she's not coming back that's such a waste of a really cool & pretty design
friend is really generous, jin . i get OG LI is trying to be nice or whatever but be so fr 😭 the only thing that sienna has been is a boring antagonist, she’s not shown not one single ounce of personality besides being delulu and coming at MC sideways (and it’s mainly because FB now struggles with writing multi-faceted characters…which is why they have AI allegations in the first place…)
speaking of delulu : theo , girl... how many times do i gotta tell you i'm all in on claudia unless they actually let us be poly at the end
MC somehow came out unscathed in movie night, plot armor for the win ! the guys pull MC for a chat before the boy's choice recoupling. the pit in my stomach when i read that.
theo flirts again, but this time our responses are flirty, rude af, or "you should focus on claudia." i didn't want to pick any of these but i picked the flirty one because at first i thought it could be "jokingly" said. interestingly enough, he says something among the lines of how he didn't expect MC to be interested in him because she's with claudia . i didn't want that to bite me in the ass later so i just replayed and picked the rude option (so it seems that it's "canon" for theo & claud to simultaneously crush on MC? at least if she's bi/pan etc.)
i saw this coming but still, this has to be a joke … 😭😭😭😭😭
there’s like what, three volumes left ? unless FB decides to drag this out with a “season 8.5,” this should’ve been a players choice recoupling (hell, it technically could've still been boys choice, with MC getting first pick for winning the heart rate challenge, or because she was selected by the viewers, literally anything lol)
it'd be one thing if OG LI was like, "i chose you because i wanted to keep you safe . even if we're not meant to be, i still care for you, i want you have a chance with the one you want," blah blah blah, but FB never lets us be in a friendship couple, he's just gonna keep pining for MC ... moving on
i forgot to screenshot the first part but it was basically claudia fantasizing about her and MC living in a huge house like the villa, MC was like "how are we gonna afford that"
my MC is a musician, so cuteee
i...what ? 😬 genuinely , what . i read this like 5 times and i still don't understand. unfortunately he did couple up with me, that's why i'm forced to hang out with claudia in the damn shower instead of being out in the open with her . somebody get this grandma to bed
i kinda love the cowgirl outfit. it's terrible, but i love it in a kitschy way . also i just kinda went with it because the mermaid outfit was clipping through MC's braids (as you can see the hat has some weird layering issue, but it's the lesser of two evils)
claudia's outfit wasn't paywalled, and i didn't get the gem option to give jin the viking outfit so he came out looking like this lmfaooooooo
okayyyyyy cowboy carter!
logan arrived way too late imo. again, unless FB plans on extending the season (or he's not romanceable ?) people who get with him are gonna get less time than oliver, angie, youcef romancers. you know how little time that is ???
as for the whole hazel and liam thing ... horrible. , she really deserves better, like me 💋
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fic rec friday 14
welcome the the fourteenth fic rec friday! where, on friday, i rec five of my favourite fics.
1. tell me again, do you love me? by @hiuythn
If it were anybody else, Lance would think they’re messing with him for fun.
But Keith is Keith, straight-forward and guileless. If he’s touching Lance more, it’s only because he’s gotten more comfortable. And on one hand, that’s great, that’s—Lance feels very honored. His heart is doing backflips and aerial stunts and everything. On the other, this is really not helping with his raging crush.
His breaking point turns out to be when Keith, exhausted after a day of subspace meetings, drops his head onto Lance’s shoulder and sighs.
It’s a sigh that says, now I’m comfortable, that admits, I’m recharging, that practically screams, you help.
Hands in his pockets, he lets Lance bear his weight as if he trusts Lance to handle it. Great. That’s just—how dare he. How dare he be so vulnerable with Lance? Who does that?
It’s so enraging that Lance just blurts out, “I’m going to need you to stop doing this before I fall in love with you even more, asshole.”
Keith freezes.
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Or, five times Lance acknowledges his feelings for Keith and one time Keith reciprocates.
okay hiuythn is literally one of if not my favourite klance artist to ever cross this fandom. she is, as she has titled herself, the total queen of best friends to lovers. she nails it every time. this fic in particular is somehow exactly what the description says and also not what you expect. i have read this fic dozens of times, i read it every time i really want to smile with my whole heart. this fic is cute and sweet and funny and GOD i love it
2. ‘CAUSE EVERY TIME WE TOUCH I GET THIS FEELING by @hiuythn
“It is a blessing,” the high priest warbles. God, he’s so old that Lance is afraid he’ll just expire on the spot. “From our God of Celibacy, to aid you in your fight to keep your bodies free of worldly taint.”
“Okay,” says Lance. “Only we didn’t ask for it. We asked for your planet’s support in a war.”
Beside him, Keith is staring at his bare hand, expression stormy.
Earlier, he had placed it on Lance’s exposed wrist and something like an electric shock had ripped through them at the touch.
“You should’ve told us that participating in your religious ceremony would do this to us,” he says now, a growl under his words.
The high priest falters in his tracks, confused by their lack of gratitude.
Yeah, fuck you, man. Don’t go around giving people spiritual STDs.
yall are gonna get a lot of hiuythn today. and ur gonna like it. bc yet another thing she nails is the black paladin keith red paladin lance dynamic!! theyre so stupid and codependent. i love them. this whole fic is just the funniest premise alive, and no fic makes me laugh like a hiuythn fic. oh and also quick warning that this fic IS explicit, but i encourage u to give it a try even if thats not ur thing bc i guarantee you will be laughing
3. baby sweetheart darling love by @hiuythn
Keith gives Lance a nickname. Lance mistakenly assumes that it’s an insult.
god i love this one. the idea of keith being so whipped that he doesn’t even realise that hes slipping out the fondest nickname in the world every time he speaks...god. i love him. hes so dorky and soft i adore them liek actually
4. skin hunger by @hiuythn
Keith is touch-starved to the point of stupidity. Lance helps. Lance tries to help. Lance tries.
the description alone should have yall clicking the fic fr. its so cute, and yet again the best friends to lovers and black paladin keith/red paladin lance has been completely nailed like i cannot get enough. i would gobble up a thousand fics every single day by her honestly
5. i killed sendak for this by @hiuythn
“I’m married?” Keith blinks. “I’m married to you?”
i actually read this one years ago, before any of the other fics came out for me to obsess over, and i loved it then too!! so sweet and dorky and funny. also flustered down bad keith and flirty suave lance is always a peak dynamic actually
that’s it for today!! i’ll see y’all back next friday for the next fic rec post!!!
#this one is almost 100& klance lol#and i pulled another 'all one author' thing again sorry#im annoying#anyways.#vld#voltron#lance#lance mcclain#keith#keith kogane#klance#friends to lovers#team as family#fluff and humour#fic rec#fic rec friday#longpost
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Hi, I love your writings <3 If it's true that request is open, then👉👈would it be okay for me to propose you into writing a hilarious hinny fanfic over harry being poisoned with love potion. It's impossible that he went unscathed with love potions after the war sksksks. One of them must've succeeded at least once and I can imagine the kind of fun the weasley family had with having to deal with this. They're going to take the mickey out of harry so bad hahaha
Sorry, this took a while, busy week!
Merigold
Ginny came downstairs and found two of her brothers sniggering.
“What’s so funny?” she asked, walking into the sitting room. She saw Harry sitting on the couch, his eyes glazed over. “What’s wrong with him?”
George bent down. “Alright, Harry. Tell us again, what’s your new love’s name?”
Harry sighed. “Merigold.”
“You’re joking?” Ginny said. “Ron, isn’t that the girl who is always hanging around the auror department since you two started training?”
Ron nodded. “Yup. Must’ve slipped him a love potion.”
Ginny bent down, trying to catch Harry’s eye. “Look at the poor guy! And then people say I gave him a love potion! He can’t even function right now!” She shook her head.
“He does talk about you, a lot,” George said.
“All the time,” Ron said, sounding a little annoyed.
Ginny folded her arms and looked at both of them. “Shut up.” She came a little closer to him. “Hey, Harry, how are you doing?” Ginny tried.
“I am wonderful.” He grinned stupidly.
“Maybe if you kiss him, it’ll stop,” Ron suggested.
Ginny took a deep breath before replying. “Hermione should’ve never shown you those muggle movies. This is no princess under a sleeping curse!”
“Merigold is like a princess,” Harry announced happily to the room.
“I am going to kill Merigold,” Ginny said, taking her wand and twirling it, considering the hexes she could use the next time Merigold had the misfortune to meet her.
“No, you can’t!” Harry objected. Ron had to keep him from standing up,
“So what now?” Ginny asked, looking at her brothers.
“Don’t worry, Hermione is out buying the antidote,” Ron assured her.
Ginny turned to George. “If I find out that love potion came from your shop...”
George raised his eyebrows, unimpressed. “You are a hypocrite. I do recall you showing a certain interest in them before.”
“Not to use it!” Ginny objected, gripping her wand. “The whole section smelled like that love drunk idiot over there!” she said, pointing at Harry.
“Well, you can calm down. We don’t sell strong stuff like that,” George said, nodding towards Harry.
Hermione came back in. “Got it.” She walked over to Harry and offered him the vial. “You need to drink this.”
“Whatever for?” Harry asked.
“You’ve been poisoned,” she simply offered.
“I feel fine,” Harry told her, refusing to drink it.
“If only he had been that insistent when Merigold gave it to him…” Ginny said.
“I honestly don’t know how she did it, one moment he was fine and then the next…” Ron told her.
“No!” Harry said, pushing the vial away.
Ginny took the vial out of Hermione’s hand and held it out to him. “Harry, if you don’t drink this right now, I will hex you so bad you will still have bats coming out of your nose by christmas.”
Harry looked at her with a frown. She raised her wand at him.
He took the vial from her. “Fine!”
He drank the antidote and they all waited. Harry looked at the four of them in shock and then he promptly turned green. Next thing they knew, he ran for the bathroom.
Ginny followed him and found Harry hanging over the toilet.
“That antidote didn’t do it for you?” she asked, leaning against the doorframe.
Harry shook his head. “The thought of Merigold just…” He looked disgusted.
“Well, she’s not that ugly and she’s got big-”
“Ginny!” Harry let out, looking at her in shock.
“... Eyes?” She smiled at him.
He shook his head. “This is bloody embarrassing,” he said. He stood up and rinsed his mouth at the sink.
“Well, it’s not your fault,” Ginny said.
“Oh, Merigold!” George sang from downstairs. Harry looked mortified.
“Just let them be, if they get it out of their system now, they’ll stop soon enough.”
“Gin, I am sorry,” he said.
“You couldn’t help it, Harry. Merigold, however, is a dead woman walking.”
Harry put his arms around her and hugged her. “They’re just jealous of what you have.”
“Well, they can’t have you,” she said, squeezing him closer.
“Possessive, are we?” Harry teased her.
“Well, you’re just such a catch. Harry,” she said with sarcasm. “Like all those other women I just swoon when you walk into the room.” She let herself fall into his arms, a hand dramatically to her forehead.
“Alright alright, you have made your point, Weasley.” He pushed her back up and she grinned.
“Merigold, my beloved! Oh my dear princess!”
Harry returned to the sitting room, Ginny in tow. “The next person who says Merigold, gets tossed in the pond,” Harry said.
“Who?” Ginny said.
“Merigold.”
Ginny grinned as both her brothers approached Harry and attempted to pick him up.
“Looks like you’re going in the pond,” George said, delighted.
“Put me down!” Harry said, struggling to get out of their grip. He looked at Ginny. “You set me up!”
“I am so sorry,” she said, not sounding sorry at all.
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Hi! I love your blog 💙 also as a fellow makoharu shipper (I finally watch the Final Stroke) I noticed the parallels of Kiyofumi and Ryuuji vs. Makoto and Haru and they are kind of interesting? Kiyofumi tells Ryuuji that "your swimming makes everyone feel good/happy" similar to Makoto saying that he felt happy seeing Haru swim after his race with Rin (also kind of parallels to episode 9 of season 1, where Makoto tells him he felt happy to swim in the relay with him). Also Hiyofumi saying "Hisashiburi" to Ryuuji, which parallels at the end of the movie with Makoto saying it to Haru. Fans on twitter have said that the Fanbook of Free! The Final Stroke mentioned "Kiyofumi is the indispensable presence of Ryuji Azuma as Makoto for Haru but since he passed away Azuma is alone now and really sad." Sorry for the rambling, I just love the meta 😅
Thanks, friend 💚 and YEAH the setup for Ryuuji to see himself in Haru and for his relationship with Kiyofumi to come back in his mind when he sees Haru with his close bonds (especially Makoto) is definitely an interesting one! I think there are more people out there who have spent more time sitting with Ryuuji’s character to properly understand him (I’m trying to be less of a hater) BUT from what I remember (being several months removed from watching the FS movies now) the few insights we got to see into Kiyofumi/Azuma’s past had me curious as to how it would all play into how Ryuuji reacts to seeing Haru’s spiraling trajectory once he chooses to take his advice and isolate. Imagine your grief manifesting into this idea of “I didn’t have a choice, but if you have one, leave before you can have a chance to lose them,” and then not seeing the flaw in that until this kid you see a lot of yourself in falls into that trap and loses touch with himself completely. If the first season of fr! could’ve been seen as a story of lost lonely former swimmers relearning the importance of connectivity through rebuilding (forming a new team, watching Rei learn from the ground up, building skills and trust in each other and everything else), there was ample setup from s3 to the FS movies for Azuma’s arc to mirror that same discovery process. His loss is different (there’s no getting back Kiyofumi for him :/) but there’s still a chance of rebuilding after, connecting after. Coaching is a shot at rebuilding, and the ways he approaches Haru had potential for rebuilding… but I don’t think we got to see as much of that tbh. Part of my delight/frustration with FS is that there are seeds for so many storylines and relationships to care about at this point, but that overwhelm of potential left a lot of avenues not fully explored. I’m not saying that out of all the fun crumbs introduced that the Ryuuji-Haru mentor/mentee storyline should’ve been top priority or anything, buuuut I would be curious to see that whole parallel setup get a proper follow-through. What do they learn from each other, if anything? Does Ryuuji ever realize he’s too close or invested for reasons not related to helping Haru? Do they have a serious talk during his rehab about a way forward that might not involve the pro world long-term, or that might not involve them moving on together? Could there be more moments between Ryuuji and Makoto as he keeps growing as a coach/trainer, since there’s also something interesting there?? Would be curious to see more takes on this 🥲
#v tired so idk how much this all makes sense but still wanted to get back to you <3#it’s interesting! I want more! don’t know how to get more yet though!#my circle is rooted in the ryuuji hate club (valid) and FS hate club (valid) BUT#the parallels were laid out so plainly that I’d love for someone to follow through w them in a way that the main story forgot to ykwim#meta#thanks for sending!#anonymous#free! final stroke
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Boo you always make me hold my breath and I always need to take time (never enough) to compose myself like- ～( TロT)σ
You also went into what I didn’t know how to incorporate into that long ass rant. Because there’s always going to be this type of envy for the person you could’ve been without all your trauma and grief, or for the person you feel like other people would be happier to have. And despite the fact that what you are is all you’ve ever known, it’s never going to feel quite right or fall in the place that everyone else tells you it should. It falls so far away from everyone else’s balance that it just ends up feeling right to you. But it never goes away no matter how much you’ve accepted it. Love for the person that you ended up being Is a whole other war to get into.
Oh shit, I’d say I didn’t mean to get into that mini rant, but tbh I should’ve seen it coming. The feelings are just IDEBYOWPMEUBSVIMC
That Glide Mitski cover is so Casey like whenever I listened to it after the chapter came out all I was thinking of was the Jr segment. I’m so glad you liked it. In Mitski we trust fr.
I think it’s so funny thinking what Jr and Yuichi’s first interaction might be, like Nardo tries to avoid Casey finding out the most, and when they do meet, he’s just calmly sharpening this hockey stick and giving my poor boy Yuichi the dirtiest looks
But fr, that good parent Leonardo tag is giving me life
Your writing always has me defenestra
Keep shining glimmering and glistening
(I vote Casey Jr as Nardo’s best man at the Leosagi wedding)
I swear mini ranting is a form of affection at this point :33333
but anyway, I am having so much fun thinking about Yu and Casey's relationship because I have to many ideas about them and I don't know where to start but I swear to god the image of Casey coming over for dinner and sharpening the lil steak knife just entered my mind will not leave me I'm sobbing at this point.
the true embodiment of:
also consider: Casey as the flower boy.
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REEEEEEE
Liberty, bro, broski, friend, amigo, comrade; stop, sincerely, fucking stop, it was funny the first time, actually it wasn’t that funny, it was midly amusing (actually no, because I was there and I felt like I paid a lot of money to take a 2 hour nap except for that SC that RUS called out with his clarivoyance powers), so you can stop now.
That has to be the most boring snoozefest I’ve had the displeasure to watch.
The crowd was dead, no flags, no signs, no smoke, no anything; HAM over LEC on the 11-12-13 and literally only 3 people standing up, nobody cheering, nobody making noise, I don’t wanna sound like a boomer but I clearly saw everyone (not literally) on their phones, why do you even go to a race if you are not even gonna watch it, now I can see why the tickets were basically pushed on everyone’s faces 2 DAYS before Friday, I can see why they are cheaper than the Gilles Villeneuve tickets, all the invitees were the most “Who?” people to the F1 world, why you keep inviting influencers that aren’t even old enough to have a driver’s license of their own, fashion brands and zoomer tiktok celebrities nobody ever in the racing community has ever heard of.
FFS, the whole weekend felt like a skit from Top Gear.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x7TLt8IYAFc
This is literally how the crowd was acting like, I wish I was joking like they were.
Liberty seems to have forgotten that an F1 race is the main spectacle of the weekend with some stuff that happens around it, not a huge convention/festival for the weekend that happens to have fast cars going zoom zoom around you, this certainly aint the Horizon Festival from Forza Horizon.
Why do we need cheerleaders in the main straight with a (I assume) rapper announcing the drivers as they come out (Who BTW botched some of the names, and I’m not blaming him on that, he just got hired to do a thing and he did it, he seemed like a cool and chill dude, its just that maybe they should’ve given him the cards before and given some directives and instructions to... you know... do a good job and not improvise the whole thing, really, it probably was the first time seeing those cards and reading those names, whose idea was this again?)? Who felt that the thing F1 needs of a parade in cars all the way to the podium? I’m actually surprised they didn’t had “tiktokzoomer#38193″, dream (the youtuber), Rihanna and Chris Pratt handing out the trophies at the podium, really, that would’ve been funnier because at least they would actually show that they don’t care and just want some free clout instead of pretending they do.
I get it, I’ve mentioned it before, peak “Western” business culture of trying to appeal to as many people as you can to make as much money as fast as possible, not caring for the soul of your own product because money will make you happier but damn bro, stop, really, it’s time to stop.
Don’t even get me started on those uncultured swines that stepped up and tried to block and push away none other than Sir Jackie Steward himself like he was just a random attendee and not a living legend, really, why do you keep getting people on board that has absolutely no idea where are they standing and who are the people around them, like fr fr on god no cap bussin on god on god, if you unironically tried to keep Jackie and Brundle from a “VIP” zone in an F1 Paddock, get off there mate, this is not your place, you’re just a tourist
They keep hyping up a really boring track layout filled with no real challenge to it, it only has one slow chicane that doesn’t even penalizes you for not taking it, the whole lap is just waiting for the straights else you’ll be stuck behind for half of the lap, yes the track is wide enough for 4 cars to fit sideways at the same time, but that never happens because absolutely nobody will willingly destroy their tires going on the dirty side of the track, maybe you can try and use them in the first 10 laps, but after that its just dumb, stay behind, save tire by coasting with the aid of the reduced drag and use the DRS on the straights... And to the surprise of absolutely nobody, that’s what everyone does; F1 is not NASCAR, is not even close to IndyCar, you can’t just pull a Lighting McQueen on other drivers because of the high technicality and perfectionism of the sport itself.
So what do we got? A predictable race where absolutely nothing interesting happened, I’m happy for my boy Magic, he’s back on the podium, PER is not budging to RB’s demands of playing full defense like he did in 2021 and 2022, I would say that I was “shocked” at Ferrari’s lack of everything, but I’ve been a fan of the team for about 20 years now, I am used to the dissapointment and getting happy with crumbles and empty promises, and while I’m at it, yes I was extremely happy to see HAM struggle to get P10, and Mercedes overally behaving like a backmarker team thru the weekend, seeing them use an extra set on Q1 just to have a shot of making the cut was hilarious, from world champions to struggling in the midtable, beautifully ironic.
I honestly don’t have any hopes for the LV GP, but at least that one has some historical significance, being that one race Keke won like an absolute Chad to take a championship and then refusing to elaborate and retiring to never be seen again. The only real American GP there will ever be is the COTA race, a great race on a great track that has had some amazing moments all around.
Also what the fuck is that season planning, why you keep making the season be a Wack-a-mole game instead of an organized calendar like it used to be. Call me old timer but I still remember when the season was AUS-Europe-Asia-America-Middle East (Technically that’s still Asia, but you get what I mean), I don’t mind the BAH-AUS-Middle East-Europe-Asia-America-Abu Dhabi arragement we had, I thought it was great to see a mix of great tracks like Silverstone and Spa mixed alongside Baku and France, or China mixed with Singapore, it gave some excitement to it, but seeing a bunch of identical tracks one after another so I can predict who is gonna win before we change to the other layout that I can also already tell who is gonna win is not fun, the mix of fast, slow, technical and lenient circuits was to keep some of the excitement, stop putting all Fast tracks one after the other, all technical tracks one after the other and so on.
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hi adonis, i just saw your one year anniversary post and that you’re opening your requests to celebrate and i wanted to greet you a happy anniversary! i hope you’ll continue sharing your works with us for a long time! i think i’ve been reading your writing for a little over half a year by now and i look forward to more every time!
i don’t know if this is too much detail for a request since in your examples they were quite general but i had the thought once of an incubus!changmin and succubus!reader having a rivalry that’s been lasting for centuries where they keep count of who has taken more victims and always try to one up the other but in the end they realise that they should’ve been fucking each other this whole time instead!
if it’s possible, i hope you can expand on that!
Thats. Thank you. I may have cried a little bit yk maybe a tear or two came out 🥹🥹🥹 no but fr thank you so much my love thats so sweet. I hope im here to write and talk with you all for a long time!
Thats an honest to life sexy asf scenario and yes I Will expand on it 😔🫶🏼
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Whyyy
So bitch I was being a simp. Like a simp fr. Like I had to put it in my notes like I’m in my diary… so I was in bed writing about this b*y That’s actually driving me crazy. And tell me why I hear a knock on the door under my music. I thought it was the music so I turned it down and then my doorbell rings. This guy in my building introduced me to his friend and we’ve been talking for a couple days. I fr was gonna ghost him cause he came out bed the other day and I got the ick so bad but idk I texted him this morning. I wanted him to just pick me up and smoke me out rq. But no. His ass is at my door Chile. The whole time he was iver the other day I was regretting letting him in my apartment and look now. 😑 so his friend let him into my building and he walked straight to my apartment. I was not amused. He brought me flowers though that was nice. But I did not want him in here my place is a mess from getting ready for this party last night but his ass just walked right in. Terrible just terrible. I knew I regretted that shit for a reason. Anyway we made out and I was thinking of the other person the whole time. I was trying so bad to dissociate and think about someone else instead. The one time I needed to dissociate my brain just refused. He stank. I was hating it so I stopped him but he kept doing too much and trust me I’m saving a lot of detail cause I’m trying to forget. Ok so he was trying to f*k on the couch raw Chile and I’m like no I’m good. He just keeps pushing it and he’s like “do you want to see it?” I’m like 🙄.. yes. Cause I do cause maybe I’ll reconsider ?? I mean why not also I have to see what it’s giving and if it looks healthy Chile since he doesn’t use condoms apparently. I saw some bull shit. 😑 I think I hate him. I should’ve never her let him in and hit the other dude up.
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Guess who's the bish that just watched "Wishmaker"!...
I'm the bish that just watched "Wishmaker" if you didn't figure it out.
Anywho! Let's get on with it. Now, usually I would do a little (extremely detailed) summary of the episode, but I can guess that a lot, if not most of the fandom has seen the episode so I'm just going to skip that and dive straight into it!
Warning: Spoilers for "Wishmaker"
Anyway! Onto business, let's talk about my thoughts on the episode.
So, the beginning of the episode. I legit don't know why this triggered me (I absolutely know why this triggered me, but I don't want to admit it) but Marinette melting when she gave Adrien the flyer got me freaking laughing, probably because every time and I mean EVERY time the love square interacts (mainly adrinette) is so over used that I find it hilarious at this point (this is probably just me, but what the heck :p)((also this was kinda me salting on the LS, but remember this is just my opinion so please don't come at me :)). Continuing on to Alya's comment about if "being a superhero counts as a job" it sure as heck does, well mainly if your Marinette (also the reason why I'm talking about small details that happened in the episode is mainly because I'm re-watching the episode as I type this). Again I had a cackling moment when we had the Sadrien moment, which made me realize how mean and bad I am, but oh, well (i felt horrible when i cackled at this, but i felt really guilty afterwards) ((i might delete this part later, but idk)) Also, when Plagg presents the idea of them running a cheese shop together it made my heart melt because it shows how much Plagg cares about Adrien and how much he wants to stay with Adrien. Now, unto the part where Marinette explains to the kwamis what a career is and when I say I was laughing through this whole scene, I WAS laughing through this whole scene. Mainly because of all the comments that the kwamis gave to Marinette. Like, seriously many of the comments are very accurate and the one that broke me was when Xuppu said, "It's making presents for Adrien!", I was like "damn he legit just called you out Mari". Not to mention, when Ziggy drawled out AdRIen's name to showcase the amount of meaning Adrien has on her life. Also, Sass is legit the PERFECT kwami for Luka, and I am not exaggerating this. Sass literally was the only kwami that stood up and voiced out that they should listen to Marinette and that her opinion in this situation is the most important one, and I know for a fact that Luka would do the same if he was put into the same situation Sass was in. That small detail in the episode made my heart melt knowing how compatible Luka and Sass are.
Anyway! Moving on, Andre legit unintentionally (maybe?) roasted Alec on his show, I was like "damn he got you there" and he also roasted him with the sweet, delicious treat known as ice cream, damn that's got a hurt. Speaking of Andre, the story of how Andre found his career was really touching to me. The main reason of why he really pursued his ice cream business was because ice cream was what made him happy and he wanted to share that with the world. In summary, I find Andre's career story really touching and meaningful.
Continuing on, after Andre explained the ice cream flavors to Marinette, Luka "coincidentally" appeared right behind her right after Andre said "Pistachio and pecan for the clear-sighted young man". And, if you tell me that the pistachio is to represent Adrien, I would like to explain to you how that it is not accurate. I mean, legit this whole episode is to represent how both Adrien and Marinette are indecisive when it comes to their career choices, mainly because of all the things happening in their lives. Now, "clear-sighted" doesn't really suit Adrien in the context of the episode. In this episode, Adrien doesn't even have a clue on what he wants to do for the rest of his life, but Luka on the other hand is a representative at the fair for his school and is running a booth showing his career choice, that sounds like he fits the definition more accurately. Now, I know that the main reason of why people recognize that the pistachio is to represent Adrien is because it's the color green and Luka's color is not green, it's blue. But let me introduce Viperion. I mean, Viperion is literally just Luka, even if he has a mask on it's still Luka.
Anyway! Moving foward through the episode, when Luka said "buddies", I felt that. It legit broke my lukanette stan heart to hear him say that they were just "buddies", but I digress.
Ok, I know that the main reason why Alec is roasting everyone's career choice is for his show (and to hide his inner turmoil), but damn, tone it done a bit will ya. In the end, Luka showed him, even if his way of showing him was to hold up a violin to the sky and let the wind play the instrument was kinda weird, I support whatever this kind and understanding boy does.
I know it is justified that lukanette is strictly platonic because the LS is going to be endgame, but I can't help but fan girl when I see my ship holding hands. Not to mention, the look that Marinette gives Luka is a look of adoration and love(even if it's just platonic).
We would like to welcome Bipierion to the running again. Like, come on, you can't tell me that the scene with the three talking doesn't look just a tad romantic. This whole scene, made my Luka stan heart just palpitate wildly. I mean, this whole scene; no, this whole episode is a bunch of examples of how Luka is such a mature and understanding character. This scene alone made me love Luka's character even more! Also, we FINALLY get to see Luka play the violin (and not just with the wind this time hehehe ;)) and can I just say, I totally love this scene, not only because it's with Luka playing the violin (though that may be the main reason) it's because I also play the violin so I kinda relate to this scene.
Continuing on with the episode, when Alec went into his inner turmoil and main backstory of why he is the way that he is, I was like, now I feel bad about him being trashed on, but he kinda deserved it soooo...Moving along! So, Wishmakers design. I don't know why, but Wishmakers design reminds me of Venom, or more specifically a drag queen version of Venom. And I fully support that, I mean you go get it, slay girl! Even if you are a villian.
So, Jagged’s childhood dream was to be a crocodile. I mean, I get a lot of people's childhood dreams were a bit far-fetched, but okay, you do you. Also, Mr. Banana's childhood dream was to be a cucumber? Umm ok...Anyway! Luka prioritizing others above himself, is just the icing of the cake as a Luka stan. (Not to mention, Luka already fully excepting Jagged as a dad is sooo, I can't express it into words how much I love that.)((Also, Jagged can't swim. Noted.)) Also, Luka and Jagged having a conversation about how Jagged wanted to be a crocodile as a kid, but he can't swim is so funny to me. And it also portrays more of Luka and Jagged's relationship a bit more, so I appreciate that.
It's time for a small detail mention! Luka's head tilt when he saw the dino huggie just made my Luka stan heart melt! Moving along, we get Luka or Viperion saving everyone, which just gave me a sense of joy! Also, Marinette as the knitting-fairy was so adorable!
Anywho, continuing on with the episode, with Luka finding out Marinette is Ladybug, you can see the realization in Luka's face when he realizes that the secret that she kept from him was that she was Ladybug, and you can hear the shakiness in his voice when he uses Second Chance after that, which shows even more how shocked he is. But, he still keeps his focus on the battle because now he has to protect Marinette's identity, which is just another of the many reason of why I love Luka's character. Ok, I have a small nitpick at this scene, and even though it's just a small detail in the scene I can't help, but comment on it. I know that Chat Noir is not in the right state of mind during that moment, but did he seriously not hear Viperion when he warned him to duck? But then again, I digress.
Moving on, I felt that, when Adrien found out that his childhood dream was to be what his parents wanted to be, because I also want to do that to, or mainly to just make them proud. Anyway, enough about me, let's continue on with the episode! Luka's face when he saw that Adrien was Chat Noir, really made me sympathize him. Because in Luka's eyes he finds out that are truly good partners (and I refuse to say "meant to be" because just no) and it is pretty obvious that he still has feelings for Marinette and that finding out that both Ladybug and Chat Noir are Marinette and Adrien must've broke his heart. I mean, you would react the same way if you found out that your crushes crush is their partner in crime (as some people might say).
Moving on! Umm, Barney is that you? I'm sorry I just really wanted to comment on that, also Lukadrien moment? Not to mention, how the heck can that dino huggie jump so high but hit the ground with a rumble? Then again, I'm not good with physics.
Okay, so let's quickly talk about Luka lying to Ladybug about knowing both the superheros identities. So, we know for a fact that Luka hates or at least dislikes lying, but in this moment he chose to lie, because he knows that it was the best option in this situation. The reason behind this is because he wants to protect Marinette, and I know that might sound confusing, but let me explain. Luka knows Marinette fairly well, and he knows that she has a tendency to overthink and freak out, so if Luka did tell her that he found out Marinette would freak out and start to think it's all her fault and that she should've been more careful and so on and so forth. This would make her a perfect victim for a akuma and Luka knows better than to let that happen, so he does one thing he knows will protect her, he lies to her.
Contiuing on, when Marinette said, "I will be Luka's best friend and I will love Adrien", I literally face palmed. I mean, I get it that the LS is bound to be endgame, but come on! Do we really need another reminder that it will happen eventually? Also, drag queen Alec? YASS QUEEN! SLAY QUEEN, SLAY!
And with that, we come to the end of the episode! So, I enjoyed the episode fairly well, with the exception of all the moments I salted it. But there are still so many questions that I have that are yet to be answered. Like, now that Luka knows both Ladybug and Chat Noir's secret identities, how will that revelation affect Luka's character in the show? Will their be others who find out their identities, and if so, how? (aka Alix) Will Luka's revelation affect how much screen time he gets on the show? And if so, will it increase or decrease? Will Alya find out that Luka knows? And, so much more. Not to mention, my opinion on Luka's revelation.
So, as I scroll through my social media, mainly instagram, I see posts where people read Luka's revelation as a way for him to also realize that the LS or Marinette and Adrien are "meant to be together", and though I respect those people's opinion, I don't really agree with it. I believe that Luka's revelation is just that. It's him finding out the truth that Marinette kept from him, and whether he decides to act more or be there more because of this is up to the writers and creators of the show. But I don't truly believe that that was a way to show that he ships them. I think he mainly supports Marinette's decisions and will always be there for her. And the reason of why I say this is because it is clear that Luka still has feelings for Marinette. I mean, come on, as I said in one of my comments during the episode, the realization on his face when he found out Chat's identity was full of sadness, contemplation, and maybe a bit of hurt. Which tells me that Luka still has at least some romantic feelings for Marinette. Not only that, he did the thing that he hates or dislikes most, lying, to protect her. But all in all I still enjoyed the episode and I can't wait to see where this revelation takes us.
I hope everyone has a great rest of their day and as always remember...
But that's just my opinion (・ε・)
(This took me FOREVER to finish, but at least it states my opinion and my little thoughts throughout the episode, even if it is a bit jumbled up :))
#ml wishmaker#ml wish maker spoiler#miraculous ladybug#miraculoustalesofladybugandcatnoir#mlb#miraculous season 4#mlb season 4 spoilers#mlb season 4#mlb salt#miraculous fandom#miraculous rant#mlb fandom#miraculous salt#mlb rant#miraculous luka#luka couffaine#miraculous marinette#marinette dupain cheng#miraculous adrien#adrien salt#adrien agreste#lukanette#pro lukamari#luka supremacy#luka stan clan#miraculous spoilers#miraculous opinion#mlb opinion#mlb spoilers#((i am so tired))
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from that prompt list u just rb "48. I called you at 2am because I need you" chris/ashley :3 funny OR angsty or whatever strikes ur fancy
(Two important notes from me, your friendly neighborhood writer: (1) Sometimes I like to keep prompts in my inbox for so unspeakably long that when I finally post something for them it’s like a happy little surprise - “Oh man, I don’t even remember sending that in!” you might think to yourself - and it’s DEFINITELY not that I am slow or forgetful or both of those at once; (2) this is PART 1 of a 2-parter, so STAY TUNED!)
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This was, uh…dumb. This was very, very dumb. Incredibly dumb, some might say, and—hey!—wouldn’t you know it, she’d have to agree! This was so, so, so dumb, because Chris was her best friend in the whole world, and there was literally no reason her fingers should’ve been shaking that badly as they hovered over his contact in her phone.
She pulled her thumbs back and rubbed them along the sides of her phone’s case just to be safe. She wasn’t sure she could trust them at the moment, and if they went and did something stupid like hitting the call button before she was ready…
(As if she ever would—or could—be ready…)
Ashley stared at Chris’s contact. And stared. And then stared a little longer until, whoops, her phone made the executive decision to blink off into sleep mode. That probably wouldn’t be considered an especially awful thing, or even much of an issue, under most circumstances (or by most rational people), but it did force her to get a good look at her own face in the reflection of the screen, and Jiminy Christmas that wasn’t helping.
How long had she been biting her lip?! Why was she grimacing like that?! Good God, this was Chris—why on Earth was she acting like such a dunderhead?!
This shouldn’t have been hard. Really, it should’ve been the easiest thing in the world. It always looked so easy in the movies, at least the Disney channel and ABC originals that served as the foundation for her early years; it only seemed scary from the outside looking in, but once you actually did it, once you actually forced it all out, revealing to your best friend that you’d been in love with them for years and years and years never ended as badly as you might’ve feared.
Except when it did, and oh God why was she doing this?!
She watched her own face in the dark reflection of the phone screen, forcing herself to let go of her lip before it could bleed. “This is dumb,” she said, and was surprised to find a certain measure of relief in actually saying it instead of just thinking it, “So, so freaking dumb…” Tapping her screen to wake it up again, she went to close out of her contacts, disappointed though not terribly surprised that she’d managed to chicken out of the whole thing (again), and…
And her stupid, stupid thumb hit the call button instead.
Ashley stared down at the screen as it changed to read
Chris Hartley
Calling . . .
those three little dots mocking her with each blink as the line tried to ring through. In that moment, she knew she had a choice: She could hang up and throw her phone across the room, bury her head under her pillow and begin practicing an excuse like ‘Oh man, that’s so weird, I must’ve accidentally hit redial or something when checking the time in the middle of the night,’ or…or she could just…do it. Commit. Go with her original plan, the one that was pretty cowardly in its own right, but still involved some sort of vulnerability.
Two rings. Three. She was running out of time either way. She was going to have to do something, so…she took a deep breath, set her shoulders, and tried desperately to remember the spiel she’d typed into her notes app before this. If she could just remember how that first sentence had started, she thought she’d be okay; true, leaving a stilted recitation of a glorified ‘Do you like me? Check yes or no’ note on his voicemail probably wasn’t the most…romantic or grown-up way to go about the whole thing…but at least it wasn’t a frigging text message, so she just had to calm down and remember what she’d written and—
“Yeeeeeello?”
Her eyes very nearly rolled into the back of her skull. “Chris,” she said stiffly, slumping back against her pillows before covering the top half of her face with her other hand. “It’s two in the freaking morning. Why are you answering your phone?”
Why had she thought this was going to work? Why? Of course Chris was still up—she would’ve had more luck catching him sleeping in the middle of the afternoon. Heck, he didn’t even sound sleepy! It was like he’d woken up an hour ago and was just getting a start on the day, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed! God she was such an idiot. Just so…so dumb.
“Okay, you do realize I could be asking you the same thing, right?” He started to say something else then, no doubt some sort of lame joke about being nocturnal or something, but whatever it was would remain a mystery forever and ever, as a sputtered noise of understanding swallowed it up. “Wait, it’s two in the fucking morning, why are you calling me? Is everything okay?”
No, Ashley thought to herself, pulling her knees up into a pathetic variation of the fetal position, No, everything is not okay, but like…thanks for asking. She swallowed hard and tried to make sense of the current of panicked thoughts rushing through her head. She could…she could still do it. That was the thing, she could absolutely still do it. This was how it was supposed to be done, wasn’t it?
Well, no, it was supposed to be done in person, face-to-face, all averted eyes and nervous hands and shaking knees, but this was awfully close. Terribly close. Too close for her comfort, maybe.
“Everything’s fine,” she said, shocking herself with how normal her voice sounded.
“You sure?”
Five words. All she had to push out were five stupid words and this would be over, for better or worse: I like you a lot. Done and done. If she could just get those dumb words out then she could get rid of the tight, knotted feeling in her gut and move on with her life. She could do it. She could do it!
Ashley took a steadying breath and pressed her palm that much harder against her eyelids. “Um…actually…there was something I kinda wanted to talk to you about…” She was doing it!!
“Oh yeah? What’s up?”
“I’m not…I’m not interrupting anything, am I?” Stalling for time, sure, but still doing it!
Chris snorted a low laugh on the other side of the line. “Ooh yeah, interrupting me whispering sweet nothings to this shitty line of code for the past hour and a half. I think I’ll find a way to forgive you though. Seriously, is everything okay? You sound kinda, uh, tense.”
“I already said everything’s fine, oh my gosh! I just…” This was it! This was it! The moment of truth, the moment it all got brought into the light! “I…started a new file on Ocarina of Time and I can’t remember how to get the bigger wallet. Figured it would be easier to ask you than like…scroll through an FAQ or something.”
Hmm.
That…
Well.
Huh.
Okay.
So much for the moment of truth.
She winced hard enough to make her cheeks cramp. If she didn’t channel some of that deep, deep disappointment in herself into something else she thought she might literally explode into itty bitty pieces, so she give her legs a couple juvenile stomps against her mattress and even went so far as to smack her head back on her pillows a couple times. The nasty little voice in her head wasn’t just chiding her, it was wailing like a tornado siren, screaming a single shrill ‘WHY?!’ into the wind.
Chris, thankfully(?), didn’t seem to privy to any of that. No, oh nononono, if anything he seemed thrilled to have been asked a question he knew the answer to after being so thoroughly stymied by his homework, though she might’ve been imagining that—she was, after all, only half-listening as he rambled on and on about gold Skulltulas and the creepy spider house in Kakariko Village.
Curled up on top of her covers as she was, brow furrowed and teeth bared, the only thing she could think about was…well, what she’d been thinking the whole freaking time: Namely, how dumb this was! Why couldn’t she do this?! She’d had the perfect opportunity, it had been laid there at her feet or, or, or served to her on a silver platter like Thanksgiving dinner, and still she’d chickened out! Still! This was so dumb. It was so, so, so dumb!
“Oh man, thanks,” she said once she heard him starting to trail off. “Guess I like, had some kinda brain blip or something. Nooo idea how I forgot that.”
“Hey, it’s like I keep telling you,” he chuckled, blissfully unaware of how tightly her face was screwed up there on the other end of the call, how downtrodden she felt listening to the smile in his voice, “If you insist on packing your brain full of shit like vocab words and quote-unquote facts, the more important shit you lose.”
“Like 90s video game trivia.”
“Like 90s video game trivia, yeah!”
A corner of her mouth ticked upward at that, not quite a smile but trying its darnedest. “I’ll try to keep that in mind next time I’m in class.”
“Just remind yourself: Every piece of information you remember in a lecture is one Pokémon type matchup that you lose. Or even worse, a cheatcode for The Sims! Imagine…you sit down to some class about…I don’t know, Emily Dickinson, and everything’s going fine and good and you’re learning about the intricacies of poetry or whatever, but then you get home and decide to start up a round of Survivor, only…oh no, you’ve run out of Simoleons and can’t afford the twelve ovens and thirty potted plants you need to make the fire room.”
The smile became a little more genuine then…though she couldn’t shake the feeling of being an absolute idiot. That was the curse of talking with Chris, really—whether she wanted to or not, she always ended up laughing in the end. “Truly a fate worse than death.”
“Mhm,” he hummed, “And that’s why I don’t pay attention in class.”
She scoffed. “Oh, that’s why.”
“Yup. My store of knowledge is far too valuable. For the next generation, I mean. Think about it, I’m a wellspring of wisdom when it comes to crap like this, Ash, and once that wisdom fades from memory? Phew. We’re in trouble.”
“Oh, we’ll be in trouble all right…” After drumming her fingers along the ridge of her brow, she finally let her hand slide away from her face to rest on her pillow instead, giving her an unobstructed view of her ceiling. Part of her had expected to see some sort of psychic message projected there in blinking red letters, ‘IDIOT,’ maybe, or ‘FAILURE,’ but of course there wasn’t anything there save for the long shadows cast by the slats of her blinds. She should’ve known this was a futile effort…it was too much, too big, too scary, too hard…too everything. Maybe…maybe her being a scaredy cat was for the best. Maybe it was the universe cluing her into something she’d been too thick to notice herself. Maybe it was saving her.
“Hey, you sure you’re okay over there?” Chris asked, and her stomach did a funny little flip-flop at the note of concern hiding below his usual laughter. “You keep kinda…I dunno, going quiet. Experience tells me that means there’s something going on in that brain of yours and—”
“I think it’s just past my bedtime, is all.” Not a lie, not precisely. He seemed to take it at face value, though, and that was a relief. “Probably why I couldn’t remember about the Skulltulas in the first place. I should crash.” Ashley rolled over onto her side, switching the ear she held her phone to in the process. “And so should you, you know.”
“Yeah, yeah, blah blah blah…”
“That code’ll probably make more sense after you get some rest, ding-dong.”
“Doubtful. Incredibly doubtful. But I’ll take it under consideration.”
She snorted a laugh of her own and pressed her lips tightly together for a moment. “Whatever. Thanks again for your help…I’ll try to limit my middle-of-the-night calls from here on out.”
His line was quiet for a second, as though he’d been the one distracted or unsure of quite what to say for a change. “Aw c’mon. You know me, I’ll sleep when I’m dead. ‘Sides, I’m…y’know, always down for some friendly conversation during the witching hour.”
“Witching hour is three am.”
“Yeah, see! So really this isn’t even that late, when you think about it.”
“Goodnight, Chris,” she said, not without a smile—an actual one that time. “Go to sleep.”
“Goodnight, Ash,” he answered, “You’re not the boss of me.”
A sliver of her tongue poked out to prod at the knot she’d bitten into her lip earlier, and it occurred to her again that…she could just…say it. So she took a breath…
And ended the call.
#fudgeroach#until dawn#until dawn fanfiction#until dawn fic#chrashley#chris hartley#ashley brown#queenie writes supermassive#my fanfiction#keep your eyes peeled for this on ao3 too!!!
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