#fic: can't stop the power
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spoiling arbitrary details about the dp/ppg crossover fic to motivate myself to actually work on it
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Me while I'm trying to sleep: They're going to have to break into Alicante at some point.....OH MY GOD! They're going to do a heist! Or maybe they try to, but when they break in, there is only one LAST SHADOWHUNTER alive in Alicante!!!
#ahh yes the late night theory buzz#my brain won't stop#lmao i can't stop thinking of all the possible things that could happen in twp#i need to stop tho so this is like my last hurrah#after this i'm focusing on fic stuff#the wicked powers#twp#the dark artifices#tda#the shadowhunter chronicles#the last king of faerie#the last prince of hell#the last shadowhunter#seriously i'm way too excited for these books#i already have more theories after writing this too 😭
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hELP
The gay pirates have taken over my brain. Like, I was already super excited for season two before today, but ever since the trailer came out, I'm completely incapable of thinking about anything else.
So now I'm stuck listening to because the night and rotating the babygirls in my head like a microwave
#i wanted to write tonight#but the part I'm at in the fic im working on right now is not even close to the mood im in now 😅#what can you do#anyway i already watched two episodes for my rewatch of the first season so i feel like i should call it for the night#but i can't make my brain focus on anything else#never underestimate the power of gay pirates#the absolute brainworms#im just rambling now because i don't know what to do#i should just read fanfic or something#i need to make an amv for because the night sometime#i just heard it for the first time in the trailer and im OBSESSED#anyway I'll actually post this and stop dumping my stream of consciousness into the tags 😅#our flag means death#ofmd#ofmd season 2
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Okay but like Peter Parker reincarnated as dick grayson angst
#peter parker#dick grayson#nightwing#spiderman#Me in my little head listening to music and suddenly it auto fills a gap that wasn't even there and now I can't stop thinking about it#batman#story prompt#fic prompt#Fic idea#The angst would be juiciest if he didn't keep his powers#So like he's always pushing his body further to try and gain back just an inch more of what he had#Because even as spiderman he was too slow or weak to save everyone and he never realised just how dependent he was on his spider sense#At first he's living the dream with alive loving parents and acrobatics and travelling the world in peace#He's crushed when they die. In a way spiderman could have so easily prevented with his webs. He had to watch AGAIN. He's furious#With his experience from his previous life he latches onto batman and creates Robin from that. He balances school and hero life once more.#He becomes night wing when Gotham grows too dark and stifling. He needs out. To be a solo hero again. He hates that he has to leave batman#But at least he's alive to be mad.#When he gets siblings wow new experience!! Batman parenting normal kids is Such a bad idea but he'd die for them!#Then everything cascades and batman goes from iron man/daredevil to punisher/black widow and Jason doesn't want to listen#Even tho he died too and it hurt and b had a bio kid and he's batman until he isn't and he misses aunt may and still he loves being alive#Because spiderman was killed#And nightwing is older than he will ever be
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Artfight! Round 3!
Credits:
Instagram: kirishima_senpai_
Tumblr: @happyflappymoscowbirbpleyyn
Twitter: BunnyArchangel
Tumblr: @corrupted-tale
Instagram: Pap.ayae
#artfight#my art#i have discovered podfics and i have now become too powerful (obsessive)#i am spending so much time kicking around listening to fics and working on artfight#listen. the v v itch is not a good movie. it's not a scary movie. but my brother and i haven't been able to stop quoting it#since we watched it almost a decade ago. so. quite lil vvitch reference because i can't look at a black goat and not see black phillip#blood cw i suppose i don't know if that counts. it's cartoony
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY SOLIDER!!!!!
#screaming crying#i'm so glad it's jaheira and karlach who spoke up#that is their mom and their girlfriend. hello#what a beautiful moment#you have a birthday now!! 7 marpenoth baby!!!!#oc baelfire#i am. so emotionally attached to this durge#i stopped playing this save for a month bc i wanted to write fic of the night after they killed gortash#but i decided i'll just finish & take a lot of pictures#maybe screenrecord though it's laggy#just so i have references#i just have not had the brain power for any serious writing#but hopefully soon#god this line genuinely made me tear up. happy birthday soldier augh#what if baelfire was willing to die then#finally understanding karlach's choice to die in faerun rather than go back to the hells#& knowing that she won't have much more time left herself but maybe this is how it must be#they will die together and save baldurs gate in the process. and in death they will be free#but baelfire gets a second chance. why not karlach? she deserves it more#and what's the point of living if they can't spend the rest of their life with her#durge#the dark urge spoilers
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possibly a hot take, but if Charles (particularly First Class “I’m going to drink and party all night in-between writing/defending my dissertation for my PhD” era Charles) appeared alongside any other characters, he’d come across as the Matt Murdock of the group—the lawful, good-hearted but chaotic and somewhat unhinged guy who cares more about others than his own safety—but because he’s surrounded by Erik and Raven at all times, he comes across as the only sane one in the group
#now i need a fic where charles and matt switch places#like charles goes to work for nelson and murdock and he's a great lawyer but pretty much immediately gives away that he has powers because#he's so bad at lying#he'd be like#first of all foggy and karen: i would die for you. second of all i don't know what rumors you've heard but i do NOT have telepathy#and a third unrelated thing: the opposition is thinking about intentionally obscuring evidence FYI#and foggy is like 'dude you can't mind-read the opposition. i love your enthusiasm but that's super illegal'#'is there a law that says that?' '..well no because powered individuals are new enough that we don't have many laws surrounding--'#'then i don't see what the problem is :)'#and matt isn't used to working as a team when it comes to superhero stuff so he has a hard time figuring that out and scott has to do a lot#matt being a professor actually goes pretty well until he starts teaching the kids stuff that stick taught him but that results in a#lot of broken bones and hank isn't a fan of that so that puts a stop to it#also fun fact: matt and charles are both infjs!#i'm an infj too but alas no superpowers for me#charles xavier#professor x#erik lehnsherr#magneto#raven darkholme#mystique#matt murdock#daredevil#xmen#xmen first class#xmfc
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was trying to decide whether i want my trio to be a hinge situation, where Wyll and Astarion are with Aja but not with each other, or if i want it to be a full triangle from the get-go
then i realized how funny it would be if it started as an Aja hinge, and they're sort of like "I'd rather not... with him" because they're so different but Aja gets more and more invested in getting them together and they like reluctantly (kicking and screaming for Astarion) try it out "for Aja" because they both care about him
but then oops they catch feelings like absolute idiots
#stuff and things#don't mind me i'm just planning a fic#or fics#we'll see how things go#anyway i think in the beginning#in the negotiation stage#Aja would do like puppy dog eyes#and i can just hear Wyll saying something like#''Your eyes are like sunlight and I can't say no when you turn them on me.''#and if Astarion is there he absolutely rolls his eyes#as if you didn't talk about how my body ''whispers temptation'' and wanting to die with me#''Like you don't know the power of lines my love''#i'm just fully writing his fic in the tags#i'll stop lol
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Chapters: 2/2
Fandom: Julie and The Phantoms (TV 2020)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Major Character Death
Relationships: Rose Molina & Reggie Peters, Ray Molina/Rose Molina, Julie Molina/Reggie Peters
Characters: Rose Molina, Reggie Peters (Julie and The Phantoms), Ray Molina, Julie Molina
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Black Mirror Episode: s03e04 San Junipero, major character death as in Rose is dead but also uploaded into the cloud, so she's fine!, she's dead but she's fine!, Alternate Universe - Science Fiction, Hurt Reggie Peters (Julie and The Phantoms), Sunset Curve as Found Family (Julie and The Phantoms), an old lady knitting circle, Mistaken Identity, make Reggie a Molina
Summary:
Before her death, Rose made the decision to be uploaded into San Junipero so she could still be there for her children. One day, she meets Reggie, who is there temporarily after an accident, as nanobots fix his body.
They become fast friends, and Rose is determined to make him part of the Molina family one way or another.
My last entry for @jatp-sci-fi-week! In which Rose is dead but she’s fine, Reggie wins the heart of the Old Lady Stitch-and-Bitch, Sunset Curve are menaces, Ray is amused, Julie mistakes Reggie for a catfish, and Rose gets her way sooner or later.
#jatp sci fi week#jatp sci fi week free for all#fanfic#julie and the phantoms#reggiexjulie#rose molina#ray molina#make reggie a molina 2kalways#san junipero#AUs are awesome#I wrote a thing#this was very much a 'fuck it we ball' kind of fic I wrote the first 1800 words in one go#rose and ray are a power couple even death can't stop them
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I know there was Team Epilogue and Team No Epilogue, so I figured making it a separate one-shot in the same series was a decent compromise. That way you don't have to read it, if you prefer to leave the original as it is.
But I wanted to explore a little of what the other side felt, then and now.
So anyway, here.
#catra#catradora#Adora#shera and the princesses of power#catradora fic#shera#Yes I continue with my ridiculous emo ass naming trend and you can't stop me#What if you break through the veil from death to life#Do you feel real or do you feel like it will all be taken away again at any moment#It's soft tho
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Chapters: 14/?
Fandom: The Lord of the Rings: The Rings of Power (TV 2022), The Lord of the Rings - J. R. R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings - All Media Types
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con
Relationships: Adar/Female OC, Adar & Melkor, Adar & Morgoth, Adar & Sauron, Adar & His Orc Babies, Adar & Mairon
Characters: Adar (The Rings of Power), Original Elf Character(s), Sauron | Mairon, Morgoth Bauglir | Melkor, Tata (Tolkien), Tatië (Tolkien), Imin (Tolkien), Finwë (Tolkien), Finwë's Mother (Tolkien), Original Orc Character(s), Orc(s), Fëanor | Curufinwë, Sons of Fëanor, Maedhros | Maitimo, Fingolfin | Ñolofinwë, Fingon | Findekáno
Additional Tags: Adar Origin Story, The Lord of the Rings: The Rings of Power, Moriondor, Moriondor Origin Story, five minutes of happiness and a LIFETIME OF PAIN, Blood and Violence, Dagor Aglareb, ft. more elf cameos by some of your faves
Summary:
“Nothing is evil in the beginning.”
The one who would be called "Adar" in afterdays awakens at Cuiviénen, and his dark destiny unfolds.
Ch. 13 & 14 are now up . . . in which Adar discovers the sun, and the Dagor Aglareb goes down (keep your eyes peeled for some of your favorite Noldoran princes!)
#adar#adar fic#rings of power fic#trop fanfic#rings of power#trop amazon#this fic has taken over my ENTIRE LIFE#can't stop won't stop
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reading random fanfiction that deals with the flash rogues and immediately going "soooooo, like, where's lisa?" because I am, fundamentally, who I am
#it's in the yj cartoon universe there's like a 5% chance at best that the author knows who golden glider is#but considering my read of silver age flash got derailed into ''read every golden glider appearance'' as soon as I hit her intro issue#I can't help myself. that's my GIRL!!!#I still maintain that if the flash tv show brought her back I would binge the whole thing immediately#it is not a coincidence that the last episode I ever watched was like two eps after her last appearance on the show#they even GENDER BENT HER HUSBAND--#I'm just saying. lesbian rogues would be powerful. @ cw flash bring her back :(#(yes for those of you doing the math I stopped watching in mid s2 LMAO)#also there's like. not really any good yj fic on ao3.#I'm sure there's SOME and I'm just not finding it because I'm picky and also mostly searching for fic over 10k#but it's definitely a... younger fandom#which is fine. it is a cartoon.#I'm just not finding anything to truly scratch the itch ykwim
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Ofc I'd rather write about a beheading of one of my OCs rather than fluff fanfic of an actual IP
#marge's stuff#trying to sleep but I can't stop thinking abt angst#like Zia has revived Laurent before by stitching his head back and fetching his soul from the underworld#but now I can't stop thinking abt the idea of Andreas getting beheaded in the celestial wars and right infront of them too#like could his mother hold herself together enough to save her own son and on time too?#like her and laurent have done so much to try and protect him#are her hands too shaking from the shock? she has saved her husband with so much determination and anger at the world#for doubting her and doubting him for wanting the both of them dead#and Andreas was their brave boy who they know they raised him well to use his words and thaught him to protect himself#the tears start rolling down her face#she was strong before why can't she be strong now? has she gone soft after the fae wars and the revolution?#or is it because she's powerless to act in vengence towards who's done this? someone more powerful than her and her husband combined?#marge's fic notes#marge's ocs
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that scream blurb that you posting about Ghostface being unconscious and the reader testing to see if he’s hard…. you have to make the full fic now pleaseee omg it was so good
Every inch
1.4k / m!ghostface x f!reader / from blurb.
SEQUEL: EVERY INCH 2 🔪 THREEQUEL: 3
Slasher master list
Warnings/notes: I8+ noncon (ghostface unconscious) somnophilia. Based on the car scene from Scream II, but it's modern day (cell phones exist). You can HC this as anyone but he's night walks coded if you read my other stuff.
Your skirt grazes his robe as you carefully stretch your right leg over the driver’s seat, trying not to touch him, trying not to wake him up. It’s tricky crawling over Ghostface to get out of the car. He smells faintly of weed and sweat. You’ve never been close enough to smell him before. You’ve never been close to him at all for more than a few seconds, always with his knife in hand. You hear him breathing behind the mask and assume he’s knocked out from the impact of the crash, but can't know for sure.
He could be pretending for his own amusement, planning to taunt you then stab you at any moment. You’re going to have to open that car door sooner or later - it’s the only one left you haven’t tried. It'll definitely make a noise. You hover there straddling him, delaying the inevitable. Straddling Ghostface, you think to yourself. Is this a nightmare?
You slowly lower yourself into his lap, throbbing at the possibilities of what might await you. Your heart pounds in your chest. You put your hands on the edge of the seat to pull your body closer and your heart nearly stops as your inner thigh softly nudges his hand. But he doesn’t wake up – or if he does, he doesn’t show it. Emboldened, you lower yourself a little more until your damp panties arrive at a warm bulge in his robe and your breath hitches. He’s only somewhat hard, but obviously packing. He still doesn’t move. His chest is rising and falling with his breaths. You know he’s alive. Unable to resist, you lower yourself a little more. You tilt your hips and gently grind yourself against his package.
What if the nightmare became a wet dream? It’s always turned you on, at least a little, but especially lately. It’s been harder and harder to separate arousal from fear. You’ve wondered if it was a sexual thing for him, the way he pursues you. Stabbing is penetrative after all. Does the thought of killing you turn him on? Would it turn him on to wake up to you straddling him? After all, he’s only a man. Why not, you think. This could be your best chance to find out. This might be the most power you’ll ever have in the situation. You’re turned on thinking about it. If you’re mere seconds from potential death, you have nothing to lose. Plus you're curious what's under all this, and it's too risky to lift up his mask.
Fuck it feels good, and the fact that it’s Ghostface, the one who’s been stalking you, killing your friends, trying to kill you - that gives you such a rush. The tables have turned. You’re on top of him now. You look around for his knife and it’s landed on the floorboard along with his voice changer. You reach down to grab it then quickly stab it into the back of the driver’s seat at an angle so you can grab it if you need to but he won’t know where it is. Then you return your crotch to his and a bolt of arousal slices through you when his hard package swells against you. Holy shit he's hung. You slowly roll your hips against him, grinding into him, trying not to be too aggressive, but it’s hard to control yourself.
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His breathing changes and your heart jumps to your throat. You wonder, Is Ghostface seduceable? It might be your best shot if you're already getting his dick wet when he wakes up. But there's always the chance he reacts violently, and now that you're up against him, it's clear you'd be no match for his strength.
Then you have a thought. You carefully lift his gloved hand, and he doesn’t react. You lift the dead weight of his heavy arm all the way above his mask, and he still just sits there, breathing. You pin both his hands above his head, between the metal pegs of the headrest. His hands are large and the two of them together barely fit through the gap. Then you slam down the headrest, pinning him there by his wrists.
His mask moves. He seems to look at you. Then a soft, low sigh. You lower your crotch again and he’s harder. You rub yourself against him slowly with your hands braced on the seat and have to stifle a moan in the shoulder of your dress as you grind against him and his cock swells even harder. A soft groan muffled by his mask makes you wetter.
You’re going to have to have him. This is your chance and you can’t resist it. Your inner thigh muscles begin to fatigue as you push yourself off his lap to hover again. You lift up his robe, exposing PJ pants. Strange and not at all imposing, but convenient. You arrange the robe behind his raging erection, then take a deep breath and pull down his waistband. His stiff member stands at attention. You cover it with your warmth before the cool air wakes him up. A stab of desire shoots through your core as your wet panties meet his hard cock. You rub yourself against him and your clit throbs. Your core aches to be filled.
You pull your panties to the side and nestle the swollen head of his cock at your entrance. Then you sink down and fail to suppress your gasp at the stretch. He moans but doesn’t move. Your body makes way for him as you slide down and sheathe him entirely with your cunt. His cock is nice and thick, it makes you feel so full. It’s crazy this cock has been under the robe the entire time. You wonder if you could just fuck from now on. If he’d agree not to kill you - that is, if the threat of it doesn't turn him on.
You rise up, then sink down on him again, his size making you grateful for your ample wetness. You lift and lower yourself and roll your hips into him. You try not to breathe too heavily as you feel it building in your lower belly. You start to ride him less restrained, unable to resist fucking yourself on his nice, hard cock.
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His mask begins to move as though confused, and he grunts as he tugs at his arms, unable to free them from the headrest. He’s groggy and weak. You’re not going to stop. You're too close to coming. You greedily keep filling yourself to the brim with him.
His mask looks right at you. “Always wanted this cock,” ghostface says weakly, making your heart race. “Knew it.” Then it echoes from the voice changer on the floorboard. Always wanted this cock. Knew it. He tugs at his hands more violently, then gives up.
“Nasty girl,” he says, voice getting stronger. Nasty Girl.
He thrusts his hips up powerfully and you moan uninhibited. He thrashes his arms and stabs upward with his cock, bouncing you on his lap with the power of his hips. Your whole body tingles and tenses, then you bite your own arm as your walls clamp down around him. You come on his dick, then pull yourself off and he groans in frustration but has no way of getting you back.
You open the car door and you’re torn about whether to make him come or leave him with blue balls. You decide to jerk him off as a power move. You kneel into the open door frame of the car. You wrap your hand around his girth and fuck his fist. “All ya had to do was ask,” he says. All you had to do was ask. You grab the voice changer and throw it down the street. Now he's nothing but a man with his dick in your hand.
“Woulda given you every inch," he says. Maybe every inch of his blade. He nods down to his crotch. "Now you know." His voice is coming back to full strength, smooth and low. It's a voice you can't quite place.
You know you should stab him while you have him tied down, but you're thinking with the wrong head now, unable to bear the thought of this cock going to waste. You slow your hand way down and edge him mercilessly. His big, stiff cock twitches in your hand and you can tell he's dying for more.
You take your phone out of your bra and take a short video of him trying not to whimper, dick sprouting out of his unimposing pajama pants. Then you finish him off and take a dick pic selfie with cum all over his robe. You take the knife out of the back of the seat and leave him stuck in the car.
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Thank you so much for reading and engaging. Even if you're reading this way later I would love to know your thoughts in a comment! Knowing what you liked helps me write more. 🖤🖤
Thanks @darkscape for helping me brainstorm his tagline.
#ghostface x reader#ghostface smut#ghostface x you#slasher smut#slasher fanfiction#cw noncon#tw noncon#cw somnophilia#night walks#ghostface#slasher fucker#billy loomis x reader#ethan landry x reader#toxicanonymity ☠️#mickey altieri#dark fic#ghostface ☠️
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Light On - single mom/neighbor fic - reader POV - cw: grief
Simon Riley/female reader
"Breathe, honey. Try to take a deep breath for me."
Simon is frantic, cradling your face in his hands, pulling away your own to try to look in your eyes, his own wide with horror, worry.
This isn't fair. This isn't right. This is confusing.
"I- I'm sorry." You sob, because it's the only thing you can say, the only thing he can think of, and he shakes his head like he disagrees with you.
"No, no. Sorry for what?" You can't make it make sense, to him, in your own head, and when you try to talk, nothing comes out but a broken cry. "Shhh. You're alright. Just breathe." He tries to soothe you, and it only makes you cry harder, sob welling in your chest. "Are you hurt?"
"No!" you protest. "No, you didn't... I'm not... I-"
"Okay, okay. Hey, look at me sweetheart. I'm right here, I've got you." He coos, still holding you, wiping your tears, keeping you close. "You're okay." You bury your face in his chest, letting him wrap you up, cuddle you close, all while your mind spins and spirals, heart aching like it's been broken all over again. This wasn't supposed to happen. You're not supposed to feel this way. You're supposed to be happy. Aren't you happy?
"I'm sorry." You whisper when you find your voice, and he hums a raspy rebuttal. "No, I... you don't deserve this, to be saddled with this, a-" A widow, and a baby. An emotional basket case. A burden.
"Stop." He looks down at you with sincerity, severe certainty in his eyes, and you gulp at the intensity, shuddering when his lips graze your skin gently. "I don't deserve you, sweetheart. I know that for sure, but not in the way you're thinking right now. I'm not being saddled with anything."
"You don't understand." You shake your head.
"Then tell me." He encourages. "Tell me. I'll listen." He caresses your cheek, touch gentle and caring, devoted, and you close your eyes.
"Okay."
Simon makes you a cup of tea. When he returns to press it into your hands, you're sitting up in bed, donning one of the t shirts you found on the floor.
"Is that my shirt?" He asks, cocking his head, and you nod bashfully, lip tucked between your teeth. "Looks good on you." You reach for the mug with shaking hands, trying to take a deep breath and collect your thoughts. "Take your time." He murmurs. "I'm here. We've got all night." He's not going to want you anymore, once he realizes. Once you tell him how you feel, what you're thinking. You shake the thoughts free, trying to banish them. He said you could tell him. You trust him. You can do this. Just be honest.
"Emmaline's dad died the week we found out we were pregnant." You whisper, unable to look at him. "It was a housing fire, big building. Like this one." You take a sip, watching the way his fingers sit lax in the bed, close enough to touch you, but giving you space. "There was a power surge, or something. Half the city lost electricity and he got called in. It wasn't unusual, he was a Lieutenant, and they're responsible for a crew, a truck. I thought... I thought I'd just go to bed, wake up in the morning, and he'd be there next to me. Like always, on big calls."
"But he wasn't."
"He wasn't. Instead, his Engineer, and his Captain, were at my door with his helmet in their hands." You bite down on your tongue, fruitlessly stalling the tears and the breakdown that's fighting it's way up your throat. "I loved him so much." As soon as you say it, your voice breaks, vision going blurry, and Simon reaches for you, holding your free hand, stroking a thumb across your knuckles. "I haven't been... I haven't been with anyone, since then."
"Oh, sweetheart." You set the tea down on the table next to the bed, pulling air in through your nose as much as you can, trying to regulate your heart rate, your breathing.
"I thought I knew what love was." You whisper, peeking up at him, soft brown eyes watching you patiently. "But this... feels different. It feels like... more. And that... that makes me feel like I'm betraying him. Like I'm dishonoring the love we shared. I feel guilty, and awful, like I'm doing something wrong." You close your eyes, losing your control, your battle, lower lip trembling with a sob. It tumbles out of you, hoarse and raw, everything falling away as you cry. There's a knife, in your chest, in your heart, twisting and sawing and stabbing, and it hurts, it hurts so badly, the sharp ache only soothed when Simon pulls you into his arms, cradling you against his chest, hand smoothing up and down your spine.
"Sh-shhh." He's settled you into his lap completely now, legs and hips and entire body, wrapped up tight, safe and secure. A small amount of tension sags away from your frame, relieved that he's not running, white hot guilt and grief and still burning in the pit of your stomach. "You're not doing anything, anything, wrong, sweetheart." He thumbs at a tear on your cheek. "It's natural to feel grief like this, it's normal. But you're not betraying him, or your marriage. He'll always be a part of you, and Emmaline." He's rocking you, murmuring softly above your ear, and you relax more, letting him calm you, put you back together piece by piece, your tears starting to slow, your chest rising and falling at a more regular pace. "I want to tell you something." He says after a while, once it's been quiet for a few minutes. You nod, trying to encourage him. "My mum is gone." You push off from him, looking up into his eyes. They're sad, and you see grief in them, despair, but also a deep depth of love. "She taught me how to cook, when I was a young lad. Always told me it would come in handy, when I fell in love." He takes a deep breath, burying his face in your neck for a second before coming back up for air. "She never got to see that, me with someone else. In love. And for years, I thought I disappointed her, let her down, even in death."
"Simon." You whisper, heart breaking apart all over again for the pain that's embedded across his face, the torment that bleeds from his expression.
"But, ever since I met you- I've thought, maybe she's lookin' out for me. That she's somewhere, out there, still bein' my mum. Sending me angels." He blinks, lashes wet, the tear that drips down your face mirroring his own. "Sending you, and Emma. And maybe your husband, is doing the same." You close your eyes, remembering the first time you ever saw Simon, on the roof, handsome in the morning light, even though he seemed so exhausted. You remember the way he held Emmaline, the first time he gave her a bottle, your little baby so at home in his giant arms, safe and cuddled against his chest like she just fit there. When he came to your rescue in the park, scary enough to make every scatter but all you felt was safety. The first time he kissed you, on his patio in the snow. And tonight, when he promised to give you everything, when he held you, made love to you, promised to take care of you. Your heart races in your chest, fingers clutching onto him, holding as tight as you can.
"Am I your angel, Simon Riley?" You wondered aloud with wide eyes, leaning into him, nose to nose. He kisses you, face wet with tears, voice hoarse when he answers.
"You're mine, as I'm yours, sweetheart."
#peaches writes#light on#simon riley x reader#simon riley#simon ghost riley#simon ghost riley x reader
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the logan smau was so cute, had me giggling and kicking my feet fr 😭 can i request something with oscar <3 i’m sure you’ve seen that video of him and lando were he was just looking @ lando like ♡_♡ maybe fem!driver reader and how he’s always doing the same to her and everybody always just loses it and lando teasing him (bc he so would) !! :p
pairing: oscar piastri x fem!reserve driver!reader [no faceclaim, reader is faceless]
summary: oscar and the mclaren reserve driver are disgustingly in love, and lando is also there, suffering as usual.
notes: aaah thank u for the love on the logan fic<33 this is such a cute idea, thanks for the request! enjoy<3
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mclaren a double podium for the boys! get in there!
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ynusername LET'S GOOOOOO!!!
username1 that's gonna be you up there one day!! 🥹🧡
ynusername who's that guy on the third slide he's kind of cute
oscarpiastri I have a girlfriend sorry
username2 they put in the photo of oscar going to yn after the race omg i can't 😭 the way he looks at her!!
landonorris oscar "heart eyes" piastri strikes again
username3 omg lando is one of us
username4 i want what they have!!!!!
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ynusername thanks mclaren for letting me (featured on slide 3) drive in fp1! i love my job! lando if you were really my friend you'd fall off a ladder and break your leg so i can drive with my boyfriend for one race!
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username5 YN IS SO UNHINGED IM HOWLING
landonorris oh my bad let me just 🪜🧑🦯
ynusername awesome thanks!
oscarpiastri I can arrange his downfall (literally)
ynusername yay ❤️
landonorris ok stop the joke it's not funny anymore
username6 girl literally outpaced alonso when is she gonna get a full-time seat 😩
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oscarpiastri I'm just embracing it at this point
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username7 oh he LOVES HER loves her
username8 WAIT THESE ARE ALL PHOTOS OF HIM LOOKING AT YN THIS IS SO CUTE
ynusername i love your face!!!
oscarpiastri ❤️❤️
mclaren our favorite power couple!
ynusername thank you mclaren admin
username9 waiting for him to change his username to oscarhearteyes and fully commit to the bit
landonorris when will i be free
username10 LMAO lando is so sick of third wheeling in the mclaren garage
christianhorner There's space at Red Bull for you.
landonorris fuck off ye spooky bitch!
username11 WHAT THE FUCK KLSDHGLKJHSD
#oscar piastri#oscar piastri x reader#f1#f1 social media au#f1 smau#f1 x reader#instagram au#f1 imagine#oscar piastri imagine#f1 instagram au#social media au#oscar piastri au#saturn writes
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