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cheriladycl01 · 9 days

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Could you do SMAU for Toto Wolff with wife fashion designer!reader? He always goes to her events even though he's busy and she vice versa. Bonus : appearance by their son, Jack Wolff. Just something fluff and romantic. Add something else to it if you want to. Thanks!! :))

Dolce and Gabana vs Wolff vs Versace - Toto Wolff x FashionDesignerWife! Reader

Plot: It's coming to the annual Met Gala and you've got a list of celebrities you are set to dress in your brand, however there's one celebrity your all fighting for. Things are getting busy with that and being not even halfway through the F1 season!

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"Baby? Can you ask Lewis round for dinner!" you call and he comes trotting round the stairs your son in his arms.

“Mumma” your son cries opening his arms up for you to take him and you frown not being able to hold him anymore so you walk over to the sofa so he can lay down with you.

“Hello baby” you grin nuzzling his nose with yours making him burst out laughing and hold both sides of your cheeks.

“So, Lewis for dinner?” You grin.

“Yes let me message him darling” he says pulling you in for a kiss before tapping away at his phone.

iMessage:

Toto: Hello Lewis, Y/N wants you to come over for dinner. I suspect it’s to ask you about the Met Gala.

Lewis: Ah, yes when should I come over?

Toto: Anytime that pleases you!

“Lewis!” You squeal in excitement as he walks through the door to your home. You pull him in for a hug. You were currently very pregnant with yours and Totos second child, only a few weeks away from your due date. But you never stopped working as, to you it wasn’t really work, it was a hobby that you got payed very kindly to do.

“Hello beautiful” Lewis smiles kissing your cheek before looking you over.

“God look how big she’s getting!” He smiles looking at your stomach making you smile at hold it happily.

“She’s been kicking a lot, she’s ready to come out and meet her uncle” you grin elbowing him a little before your son comes running in.

“LEW LEW” he screams wrapping himself around his uncles leg. Lewis laughs before picking him up.

“So, will you let me style you for the met gala?” You ask, and he laughs a little.

“Mmm I’ve already had a few people reach out to me…” he says cheekily and you gasp in mock horror.

“WHO! Tell me now!” You demand and he laughs.

“Dolce and Gabana and Donatella Versace” he admits and you gasp even more.

“Oh Lord, I can’t fight for you when I’m pregnant” you sigh knowing it would be hard work considering that Lewis had a brand deal with Dolce and Gabana.

“Y/N, chill i was always going to go with you anyway. I trust no one more than i trust you” he grins and you pull him into a bigger hug, regardless of the struggle.

“I promise your going to look amazing!” You grin and he nods knowing you’d keep that up!

y/user

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y/user: preparing for the met gala. Such an exciting theme for 2024! Got some of my faves on board already…

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fan1: she’s tagged Lewis, does that mean he’s attending and she’s styling him?

-> fan2: I’m sure of it! She’s married to his team principle so she has those connections!

toto.wolff: I’m so proud of everything you’ve done this year!

-> y/user: thank you my love!

fan3: shes such an icon, everyone and their mum is wearing her right now

lewishamilton: I’m excited to work with you again!

You’d worked hard for the last few months, after you’d given birth you got straight to working on your new summer line of clothing which you decided on two different themes.

You’d been a little more stressed, trying to keep up with work while looking after both the kids. But it was getting too much with Toto often away. You’d asked him many times to come home and help but he was so busy with Mercedes and how rubbish their car was this year.

It took a whole breakdown of you sobbing to Lewis on the phone saying you were thinking you’d have to stop out of the Met Gala because of the stress to get Toto’s attention.

He came home straight away, pulling you into a hug and giving you the time off you needed. You spent time at a spa, relaxing and spending evenings with your husband which you felt like you hadn’t done for months now.

Of course you didn’t end up dropping out of the Gala, and you’d turned down all the rumours that you were. The rumours being that Versase and Dolce and Gabana were going to take on all your celebrity clients.

“I’m sorry I haven’t been here for you more” Toto sighs and he cuddles into you and kisses all over your face and down your jaw and onto your neck.

“It’s okay, I love you so much baby” you sigh into him and the feeling of him being present.

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y/userfanpage: some of Y/N Y/L/N most iconic met gala styles. I saw a thread that was similar on Twitter and thought I’d share my opinion!

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fan1: she is the icon, she is the moment

fan2: we gonna get loads of cool stuff this year, I can feel it!

“Can I have some design input” Toto says as he feeds your son while you feed your daughter.

“What do you mean design input?” You ask suspiciously.

Every time that he’d asked for this it had somehow been a ploy to incorpórate the Mercedes logo into something.

“Well I was thinking if you were styling Lewis you could …” he starts but you immediately shake your head and glare.

“No, no toto I - im not putting a Mercedes Logo on Lewis suit!” You cry with a laugh looking at him.

But Toto knew he had a few months to convince you.

iMessage

Lewis: Is Mercedes plan a go?

Toto: I’m working in it, I’ll get her to cave in soon.

Lewis: it’s gotta look slick okay?

y/user

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y/user: I loved this years theme! Made some beautiful pieces on some beautiful people!

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lewishamilton: thank you for putting the merc symbols on the white lace, it made myself and toto very happy! ❤️

-> y/user: it took lots of convincing but I’m happy with the results! You looked fab Lewis!

fan1: y/n slayed

zendaya: my beauty, it will never get old getting styled by you - a true legend 🫶🏼❤️

-> y/user: STOP! You rocked it! 🍒

You walked along the red carpet Toto on your arm as you smiled for the cameras.

“Y/N who are you wearing tonight?” One of the paps cheekily calls making you grin in their direction as they snap a picture.

“Myself of course!” You shot back with a massive smile on your face that had Toto’s heart soaring. It was a rare day in which you and Toto were free of the little monsters you guys called your children and you were both lapping up the time with one another.

“Looking fabulous Y/N” another shouts and you are walking down the carpet, greeting everyone who you had dressed before you meet up with Lewis.

“Hello” you smile and he pulls you into a hug.

“Looking radiant as ever” he says spinning you round making you chuckle. Lewis was quite literally a part of yours and Toto’s family at this point and so you always were acting like this.

“Now it’s time to face the crowd!” You smile before entering in for a night at the mets.

y/user

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y/user: never felt so close to my family than designing this one of a kind suit for my husband… and having my dress represent me as a person. What a wonderful night!

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fan1: the fact she literally made his a suit to wear … I’m crying 😢

fan2: they are my fav couple fr

toto.wolff: it was an honour to wear you my love ❤️

-> y/user: I love you so much! ❤️

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writeroutoftime · 2 months

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pawns in your game

pairing: cassian x fem!reader

summary: when you get injured working a job with rhys, your mate - worried for your safety - loses it and finally lets go of his pent up anger

warnings: angst, injury towards reader, cass getting angry at rhys and also rhys kinda being a dick (look I have a lot of thoughts of conversations that never happened in acosf lol - I just hope this isn't horribly ooc)

words: 1.3k

a/n: first cassian fic! honestly, I know I said I'm in love with rhys, but it's the same for cass and az - so this one is for my fellow cassian people! wasn't sure how to wrap this up, so I left it open for a part 2. let me know if anyone is interested and/or has any ideas? but either way, please enjoy!! (also, if you could let me know what you think because I'm so nervous about posting this!)

tagging @captainsophiestark as requested! (hope you're having a lovely day!)

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"Cassian, I need you to visit Windhaven and deal with Devlon. I'm getting reports of unrest, and I want this handled before it becomes a problem." Rhys commanded, not looking up from the papers on his desk.

Standing at attention, Cass nodded his head once, sharply. "Of course. I will go and pack, so that y/n and I may leave before the sun sets." He moved to exit the room, holding his hand out for you, but was quickly stopped before either of you got too far.

"Actually, y/n, I need you to accompany me." Rhys interrupted, directing his attention to you.

Your jaw dropped, caught off guard, and you hurried to school your features. It was not that you had to be paired with Cassian for all missions, but it had been that way for at least a century now since your mating ceremony. It served as peace of mind to you and Cass, and usually meant your missions were more successful compared to when you were separated. Surely, Rhys understood that.

"We will be leaving for the Spring Court in the morning, and I need my most trusted courtier with me."

Shock ran through your body, but you nodded your head regardless. It must be a serious matter, for you had not visited the Spring Court in many months. However, you instantly felt a sharp tug of your mating bond followed by waves of anger that poured off of Cassian.

"Spring Court?" he ground out, fists clenched at his side. "Why must you travel to the Spring Court? I thought we put that behind us?"

"Because I have official business to conduct with Tamlin that supersedes our personal desires. And I need the Night Court's courtier present for." Rhys snapped back.

You sent a soothing message down the bond, trying to calm Cass' anger you felt growing with each second that passed. "Cass, it's alright. Both of us will be fine."

"No. Rhys, you know what happened the last time any of us stepped foot there. You really want to risk it? Can't you send anyone else to go? Lucien, Mor, Feyre?"

Now it was Rhys' turn to growl. "Watch it, Cassian. I've told y/n she will accompany to Spring and that's enough."

"But can't you just-"

"I said that's enough!" Rhys shouted, his eyes darkened dangerously as the thread of his patience snapped. "I am your High Lord, and you will not push back against what I command."

A tension so thick that it threatened to choke you immediately filled the room. You kept your eyes locked on the ground, but you didn't have to look to know Cass wore a mask of despair on his face. It had been decades since Rhys had lost his temper like that.

Cassian merely bowed his head in mock respect before dragging you from the room. He did not speak for the next hour, only doing so to whisper his love and goodbye to you, before flying to Windhaven, not saying another word to Rhys.

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The next day found yourself in the ruins of the Spring Court. What once was a beautiful court that thrived for all its citizens now lay dilapidated and lonely, a reflection of the court's high lord's own feelings. It had rattled your nerves to set foot on Tamlin's territory considering the rocky history between the Spring and Night courts, but you would not leave Rhys' side.

Now, you were utterly exhausted from mediating with two, stubborn males all day; only for no new development to transpire, meaning you simply wasted a day away from your own court and your mate. Your only relief came from the swift exit Rhys insisted on, making sure you would arrive home before the sun set.

Yet, the tension from the previous day lingered as you and Rhys traveled to the border to be able to winnow out. But as you both walked in silence, you couldn't help but feel uneasy. Like someone, or something was watching you. Before you could communicate any of this to Rhys, you caught a solider out of the corner of your eye with an arrow notched and aimed at your high lord.

"Look out!" you shouted. With such little warning, you knew Rhys wouldn't be able to deflect the arrow on his own. And with a rush of adrenaline, you pushed your body to reach Rhys.

Mere seconds before the arrow could lodge itself in its initial target, your body collided with Rhys', knocking him out of the way and safely to the ground. Instead, the arrow lodged itself deep in your shoulder, burning like a thousand fires. You let out a guttural scream, immediately dropping to the ground.

Being part of the Inner Circle - the Court of Dreams - meant you were no stranger to pain, but this was unlike anything you ever thought existed. Very briefly, you recognized that Rhys had neutralized the threat and now hovered over your body.

His face was contorted in pain and tears clouded his eyes. He moved to pull the arrow from your body, but halted the moment he touched it. Your scream reverberated in the stone courtyard.

"y/n, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." he cried, never seeing you like this. Quickly, Rhys gathered you in his arms and winnowed back to Velaris and directly into the med wing. He prayed Madja could mend the wounds, and he blanched at the thought of Cassian discovering the events that had played out.

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Meanwhile, in the Windhaven camp, Cassian was meeting with a handful of males, attempting to negotiate peace. His focus wavered, however, as a blinding wave of agony struck his heart through his bond. He froze on the spot, his heart stopped pumping blood. While on a mission, the two of you had agreed to keep the bond closed - for safety reasons. The fact that he could feel this immense pain, meant something very wrong had occurred.

"I-I have to go." Cassian mumbled, not bothering to offer any more explanation to the Illyrians - consequences be damned.

Immediately, he took to the skies and started the flight back to Velaris. The already long flight felt like it took an eternity. The wind strung at Cassian's cheeks as he soared, but the pain didn't register like the way the bond sung in pain.

Finally, Cass could see River House in his site, and when he finally entered the house, he was met with the site of his family huddled together in the sitting room. All eyes turned his way, a mixture of pity and concern as they looked at him.

"What happened? Where is y/n?" he demanded, fully stepping into his role as Lord of Bloodshed, eyes darkened and wings drawn out menacingly.

Before anyone could answer, another scream could be heard from the halls. Cassian's knees buckled, and he would have fallen to the floor if Azriel hadn't been standing by. Rhys blocked his path, unable to meet his brother's eye.

"She was attacked, brother. We were ambushed while visiting the Spring Court." Rhys whispered.

"And they attacked her?" Cass questioned, though he knew deep down that wasn't the case. When Rhys, or anyone else for that matter, refused to speak, Cassian growled. "What happened?"

Unable to speak, Rhysand gently scraped against Cassian's mental shields and projected to him the whole truth of what had happened at the Spring Court; the ambush, you pushing yourself into harm's way for the sake of Rhys, and the pain you felt from the moment the arrow struck your body.

As Rhys withdrew himself from his brother's mind, Cass drew, deep rugged breaths. The silence in the room was so thick it felt suffocating, but no one dared to move or speak first. However, instead of speaking, Cass pushed past everyone and demanded his way into your room to be by your side.

One look at your crumpled form, sent Cassian to his knees by your bedside. He reached out, hesitantly, to grasp your hand in his and allowed the tears to fall. "I'm so sorry, sweetheart." he mumbled.

Madja made herself known from the corner, approaching Cass the way one would a frightened animal. "The arrow she was shot with was laced with a terrible poison - much worse than faebane. I've done my best, but some of the poison already made it to her system."

"When will she wake up?" Cass asked, not allowing the possibility of you never waking to cross his lips.

The healer sighed deeply, looking over the famed general, now brought to his knees at the sight of his mate fighting for her life. "Only the Cauldron and Mother know. It will be up to y/n to bring herself back from the brink." Madja spoke slowly.

With a final, soothing touch to Cass's shoulder, Madja made her exit. Now off to deliver the same news to the rest of your waiting family.

"Please don't leave me. Y-you can't leave me." Cass whispered, clutching your hand. "I'm here with you every step of the way." he vowed.

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And that was how it continued for the next four days as your body continued to try and heal itself from the inside out. Cass refused to move from the chair he had dragged to sit by your bed. Unwilling to leave your side for even a moment.

The rest of his family took turns sitting with you and Cass, bringing him meals, forcing him to at least take a bite. He knew that everyone else was suffering as well from your situation, but it felt like his heart was being torn apart, bit by bit, with each hour that passed and you still remained asleep.

He wasn't stupid. He knew the longer you went without improvement, the less likely it became you would heal. Cass heard the hushed conversations Mor and Azriel held outside your door, discussing what to do should the worst happen, Cauldron forbid.

It was on that fourth day that Cassian reached a tipping point. He heard the door creak open behind him, imagining it was Amren who would be sitting with him, based on the previous days' schedule.

What Cass had not anticipated was to see his High Lord approach the bed and pull a chair up on the opposite side of your bed. It was obvious to see the prominent dark circles that overtook Rhys's normally bright face, and the way his body and seemingly sunk into itself. But Cass could not bring himself to care for his brother's guilt or be the first to utter a word.

With a wave of his hand, Rhys summoned a tray of food for Cassian, and only sighed when he rejected the peace offering. Finally, Rhys found a sliver of courage and was the first to break the silence.

"Madja has yet to make headway on identifying the poison y/n was hit with, but she is not giving up. None of us are." he offered, unsure of how to breach the subject.

Rhysand could only imagine what Cassian was experiencing. The pain of losing Feyre had been so immense, but in a twisted sense, at least it had been quick. A blink of an eye and she was gone. Rhys didn't think he would have been strong enough to sit vigil, feeling her fade through the bond with each passing minute.

"Stop looking at me like she's already gone." Cass growled, eyes darkening towards Rhys.

"Brother, I only want to help her, and to support you."

"I think you've done quite enough. It's your fault she's even in this position to begin with." he spat, enjoying the way that Rhys flinched at his words.

"Now that's not fair, Cassian." Rhys tried to counter. "I never asked her to that for me."

Cass could only scoff at the High Lord's response. "Of course, you didn't have to ask. You're the fucking High Lord, of course she was going to risk her life for you. Isn't that we all do here?"

"All of you, y/n including, knew what you were getting into, what the dangers were, when you swore allegiance to my court. You don't get to throw that back on me. You think this doesn't hurt me just as it hurts you?"

"No, it fucking doesn't!" Cassian screamed, his blood boiling at this point. "Because you use us like your puppets to protect you and your mate-"

"Careful how you continue, Cassian." Rhysand warned, not caring for slander against his mate, even in Cass's state of grief.

"Ever since this "death bargain" you and Feyre struck, it's like the rest of us don't matter. All we do is making sure your asses aren't killed because Cauldron forbid the saviors of Prythian are stolen from us." Cassian blazed on. "Yes, you've lost your mate before, Rhys, but she came back to you, and you to her.

"Who will remake y/n if she can't fight this? You and your High Lady are so far up on your pedestal that you don't know what it's like for the rest of us. Yes, we understood what our duties would entail, but that doesn't mean we have to continue to stand for this." Cassian spat, finally allowing years of pent-up fear and anger to spill over.

With one last, murderous, glare, Cassian turned his back on Rhysand, letting his words ring out for all in the House to hear. His wings stretched out behind him, hiding both you and he from Rhys, the Night Court, and the rest of the world. If it was to only be the two of you against everyone else from that point on, so be it.

part 2

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a/n: part 2?

#cassian x reader #cassian imagine #actoar cassian x reader #acotar x reader #acotar imagine #rita writes

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wzrd-wheezes · 3 months

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Not Half Bad - Marauders x Reader

AN - I'm a few minutes early but happy valentine's day, my loves. I wanted to post something that wasn't crazy romantic because I know today can be pretty lonely. So, enjoy some platonic marauders x reader fluff. This is my first time writing anything like this so please let me know what you think. 1.7k words.

Y/N startled awake, her head throbbing and her eyes swollen from tears. She groaned softly, feeling the weight of exhaustion as she rubbed her face, trying to shake off the remnants of sleep. Then, the unmistakable sound echoed through her apartment again.

Bang, bang, bang.

With a resigned sigh, Y/N muttered curses under her breath before she shuffled towards the front door. The harsh hallway light made her squint as she opened the door, taking a moment to register the trio standing before her.

“Come on, you. Out of the way, we’ve got some serious work to do!” James declared, gently nudging Y/N aside to enter her apartment, with Remus and Sirius following close behind.

“What the hell are you doing? It’s practically the crack of dawn!” She exclaimed; her voice still thick with sleep.

“Oh, yeah? And you’d know what time of day it was, would you?” Sirius teased, theatrically throwing open her curtains, allowing light to flood into the room for the first time in days.

“We’re on damage control. Y’know, since we haven’t heard from you in almost a week.” Remus explained, heading straight into the kitchen and flicking the kettle on.

Y/N sighed heavily, feeling a pang of guilt for having shut off herself off from her friends after her recent break up. The end of her relationship had hit her harder than she had ever anticipated, leaving her feeling raw and vulnerable. She hadn’t felt up to facing her friends properly. She had shot them a quick message briefly explaining the situation before shutting off her phone and finding solace in her own company as she grappled with the emotional fallout.

Remus busied himself in the kitchen while he waited for the kettle to boil. He had a tea towel swung over his shoulder as he started washing the dishes that had been piling up in the sink. James was getting the living room straight, opening windows, clearing up the endless piles of scrunched up tissues and fluffing up the sofa cushions.

“You don’t have to do all this – I'm fine!” Y/N protested.

“Stop fussing and just let us help you,” Sirius chimed in, poking his head around the doorway from where he was in the bathroom, “Now, get in here because I’ve just run you a bath.”

Y/N’s protests died on her lips as she relented, allowing herself to be guided into the bathroom by Sirius’s firm but caring insistence. The soothing scent of lavender filled the air as she stepped into the room. Sirius shut the door behind her, allowing some privacy. He had set her some fresh towels and clean clothes on the side, even going as far as to light a few candles. Y/N let out a sigh as she sank into the tub, the warm water washing over her tired body.

After a while, Y/N emerged from the bathroom feeling a bit lighter. She smiled at the three boys, appreciating their practical gestures of support. They had practically cleaned her whole apartment while she was in the bath. It had taken a bit of a hit in the week that she had been moping around. Remus had set her a steaming mug of tea on the coffee table, and she took it into her hands eagerly.

“Feeling better?” he asked, patting the spot on the sofa next to him.

“Much better. Thanks for the rescue” she smiled at each of them, “I owe you guys one.”

“Nonsense.” James dismissed with a wave of his hand, “That’s what friends are for. Plus, I’ve been dying to bring out my superhero cape.”

Remus snorted into his tea, “Superhero cape? More like a tea towel tied around your neck, mate.”

“Hey, it’s all about the dramatic effect, Moony. You should try it some time.” James mock-glared at him.

“I’d pay good money to see that.” Y/N laughed.

“You nearly did!” Sirius remarked, “I literally had to pry it from around his neck before you got out of the bath.”

Y/N burst into laughter at the mental image, shaking her head in amusement, “I can only imagine the heroic struggle.” She said, grinning at James, who rolled his eyes with a good natured sigh.

“Yeah, well, it was a valiant effort on his part,” James admitted, earning a playful elbow jab from Sirius.

It was the first time in a good week or so, that Y/N had laughed properly. She felt her spirits lift with each passing moment, the heaviness that had weighed in her heart for the last week beginning to fade. Their light-hearted banter and playful antics had a way of lifting her spirits, offering a welcomed distraction from her recent troubles. It was only when the boys stood up to leave that the empty feeling in the pit of her stomach started to return.

Sirius noticed her face fall when they started getting ready to leave, each of them shrugging on their coats and slipping into their shoes.

“Don’t worry, we’re coming back.” Sirius reassured her.

“Yeah, you didn’t think that you could get rid of us that easily, did you?” Remus chuckled.

“We’ve just got to nip out to get some stuff but then we’ll be back.” James promised.

“What stuff?” she questioned.

“Ask us no questions and we’ll tell you no lies.” James quipped, playfully tapping her on the nose before swiftly exiting.

A bemused smile played on her lips as she watched her friends disappear. Although they had only been around at her flat for a few hours, it felt eerily empty now that they had gone. Collapsing onto the sofa, she reached for her phone, hesitating before finally switching it on after days of deliberate avoidance. There was the expected flurry of messages from her friends and family checking in on her and she made a mental note to reply to them later on. She quickly deleted a particularly nasty text from her ex before she gave herself chance to read it properly. As the screen blinked back up at her, the date glared back with unexpected significance.

Valentine’s Day.

The realisation hit her and stirred up memories and emotions that she had been trying to suppress. She couldn’t help but feel a twinge of loneliness as she thought back to past Valentine’s Day spent with her now ex-partner. For a moment, she regretted even switching on her phone; ignorance might have been bliss on a day like today. Tears prickled in her eyes and she bit down on her lip in a futile attempt to hold back the flood of emotions.

Just as she had been earlier that morning, she was brought back to reality by the door of her apartment swinging open and James, Remus and Sirius bustling back inside.

“Told you we wouldn’t be long!” James said brightly, though the look soon dropped from his face the second his eyes fell on Y/N.

“Oh, no! What’s happened? Everything okay?” Sirius rushed over and crouched in front of her, so his face was level to where she was slumped on the sofa.

“It’s silly,” she sniffled, “I turned on my phone because obviously I’ve been avoiding it for ages and I saw the date. It’s just... overwhelming.”

Remus moved to sit beside her, his presence a comforting anchor as he place a hand on her shoulder.

“It’s not silly at all, Y/N. Valentine’s Day can be shit. Especially after everything you’ve been through.” he said softly, offering her a sympathetic smile.

James signed, rubbing the back of his neck as he stepped closer, “We came over today because... well we didn’t want you to spend Valentine’s Day alone. We didn’t realise that you didn't even know what day it was. We’ve kind of fucked up really, haven’t we?”

“Don’t be daft.” Y/N wiped the tears away with her sleeve, “You’ve already cheered me up so much just by being here.”

“Let’s not stop now then, eh?” Sirius said, patting her affectionately on the head as he stood up, “We’ve got plenty more planned for this evening. Why don’t you go get yourself freshened up while we get set up in here?”

Y/N smiled gratefully and obliged, making her way to the bathroom. She splashed her face with cool water, letting it wash away the remnants of tears that clung to her skin. As she caught sight of herself in the mirror, she forced a smile onto her face in an attempt to make herself feel better. She quickly ran her hands through her hair and smoothed out the wrinkles in her clothes.

In the other room, the boys had sprung to action. James rummaged through the bags of shopping, his brows furrowed in concentration as he set about preparing dinner. Remus, ever the organiser, rearranged the furniture to create a cosier and more comfortable set up for them. Sirius, with his flair for the dramatic, set about lighting candles and pulled an assortment of decorations from his bag to add a festive touch to the occasion.

As Y/N stepped out of the bathroom, her eyes widened in surprise at the transformation that had taken place in the living room. The warm glow of candlelight danced across the walls, casting soft shadows across the room. Tears of gratitude welled in her eyes and with a shaky breath she made her way to join them.

“Speechless, huh?” Sirius joked gently, a twinkle of amusement in his eyes.

Y/N managed a watery smile, “I don’t even know what to say.”

“Nothing needs to be said.” James stepped in from the kitchen, floral apron tied around his waist.

“Just know that we’ve got your back always, yeah?” Remus chimed in.

With a grateful nod, Y/N settled into her seat at the table, feeling a sense of peace wash over her.

“Nice apron, James.” Y/N teased, unable to contain her laughter.

“What can I say? Real men wear floral.” he quipped, setting down plates of food in front of each of them.

“Ah! I almost forgot!” Sirius stood up quickly from the table and disappeared into the other room.

He returned a few moments later, holding a bouquet of flowers. He presented them to her with a flourish. Y/N gasped in response.

“You really didn’t have to!” she protested, her voice filled with gratitude, “You’ve already done so much for me today!”

“We wanted to.” Remus smiled.

“Besides, we’d be pretty crappy mates if we let you go a whole Valentine’s Day without flowers.” Sirius chuckled.

“Yeah, it’s practically a cardinal sin to neglect such an important tradition.” Remus nodded in agreement.

“See? We’re not completely useless, are we?” James nudged her, grinning.

“Nah, you’re not half bad.” she beamed back at them, “I might even go as far as to say that you’re the best.”

#marauders x reader #marauders fanfic #marauders fluff #poly!marauders #platonic marauders #james potter x reader #sirius black x reader #remus lupin x reader #james potter #sirius black #remus lupin #marauders

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lilmashae · 10 months

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* ੈ✩‧₊˚ "say it back, sweetheart." — e.y

cw: modern!au, fratboy!au, eren x reader, fem!reader, poc!reader, jealous!eren, public-ish sex, fingering, no real sex, kind of a "fwb" situation, mean-dom!eren ?, smut (so 18+)

a/n: i was gonna write full on pnv smut but it was getting LONGGG like i mean this shit was stretchin...so pls do w ts what u will...

frat-boy!eren fucking the absolute shit out of your throat 'cause he caught you dancing on jean and "flirting" with connie.

"please, eren." you begged looking up at him, "please, i promise you're the only one--you're the only one i'm fucking."

you and eren weren't "together", y'all werent "exclusive" either. so you didn't think it'd be a problem when you showed up to his house-party in your little white dress: your sheer, short, tight, skimpy little white dress that rode up your thighs as you pranced around the party drinking and shaking your ass.

everyone knew you and eren were having casual sex. you knew that everyone knew, and neither of you cared. what you didn't know was that eren had been calling you "his" behind your back. and that is what pissed you off.

so, what better way to get back at him than throwing your ass all on jean? bending over, arching your back, and grinding into him: all as eren watched from the corner with an amused look on his face. and if that wasn't enough to make him regret calling you "his", you sitting perched up on connie's lap, letting his hands trace and squeeze on your thighs, was.

"what the fuck are you doing, y/n?"

your phone buzzed from the pocket of your jacket as you dug into it, reading the message on your screen. getting up you glanced at connie, "i'll be back, baby." he nodded, releasing you from his arms, now holding onto your hands, "be quick, yeah?" you laugh cupping his cheek while staring down at him. "i will." you lie, excusing yourself from the group on your way to "refill your drink". instead you find eren: leaning tall against a wall. "so?" he says, "what are you tryin' to do? 'cause it ain't working." it's obvious he's lying. it is, working: he stands with his arms crossed, eyes darkened, sucking on his teeth as he scoffs, "you not goin' to talk, or what?"

"so that's how this is... y/n you know better than anyone, i can make you talk--and you know what, i think i will."

you were ready to give him an earful, "who the fuck do you think you are? going around telling all these motherfuckers that i'm yours?" is what you were going to say. "well, i think--" and before you could even start, eren had grabbed your wrist and dragged you upstairs. you remained silent as he roughly sat you on his bed, grabbing your face, forcing you to stare into his green eyes. "tell me what you were tryin' to do, and maybe i'll fuck you like a good girl, how's that sound?"

you knew no-one could fuck you like eren could: no one had ever, fucked you like him. there was no-one who could split you open and hit every single nerve or rile you up like him. no man who could find that soft, spongy spot and abuse it like eren could. but still. you were pissed, and you wouldn't dare listen to him right now.

"how about you mind your fucking business, eren! you're so full of shit, why're you going around claiming me as yours, huh? and why i got to find out from somebody else that that's how you feel?" he rolled his eyes, loosening his grasp on your face. "it's true, though. isn't it? you are mine, you're always screaming my name while i--" you cut him off, "that's different, and you know it."

that was the "conversation" you two had before he had you on your knees teasing his tip against your pillowy lips. "since you won't talk, i'll put your mouth to better use."

"please, eren." you begged looking up at him, "please, i promise you're the only one--you're the only one i'm fucking." eren mocked you, "you're sorry, sweetheart? hm?" he had positioned his knee between yours, still grinding against your heat. you feverishly nod your head, frantically begging for him to do something: do more. "so sorry. so, so sorry--" you were ranting before he took his tip, smearing pre-cum onto your lips as he slid fully into your mouth. "goin' to fuck your pretty, little mouth full, okay? and if you do good," he paused, smirking " i think i'll fuck you."

you could feel his pre-cum trickling down your throat as he slid his dick in-and-out of your mouth. eren forcefully grabbed the back of your neck snapping his hips into your face yet again. your mind had gone blank, feeling his knee firmly press into your clothed clit. it was driving you insane, overstimulated from his cock dripping, filling your throat so good and also from the friction rubbing at your core. with each thrust you grew more and more impatient and needy, just wishing he'd split you open already. eren knew it, he could see the desire in your eyes as he continued fucking your throat as you eagerly waited for him to cum. "shit--" he gasped over the wet and lewd noises that filled the room, "i'm close, sweetheart. promise." he continued slamming himself into your mouth at a steady, rhythmic pace, your lips becoming puffy and wet as you drooled onto his cock nodding again. "you just got to do one thing f'me first, 'kay?" anything! i'll do anything: is what you would say if your mouth wasn't lined with his dick. the bucking of hips began to slow down as he pulled out of your mouth, once again stroking your tongue with his head.

eren began getting up off the bed, keeping you sat there as he dove into your lips to passionately kiss you. "you have to say that you're mine," he whispers against your lips, smirking. the one thing you didn't want to admit, was the same thing that'd earn you some of the best sex of your college career. "you're mine." he dives back into your lips, nipping at the bottom one, "say it back, sweetheart." hesitantly, you follow his movements before whispering softly you sigh, "i'm yours, eren." the two of you latch onto each other's lips desperately chasing some sort of high. he takes his palm grinding it into your clit as his slender fingers loop under your panties guiding them close to your tight-hole. prodding and teasing at your entrance he let one finger slowly sink into your gummy walls. you let out a soft moan, lightly biting at his lips. he sunk in another finger and then another, the squelching sounds of your arousal echoing off your surroundings. he began vigorously pressing his fingers deeper and deeper inside of you.

finally, he ended up hitting that same soft spot, causing you to cum all on his fingers. "you're mine, right?" he glares down at you. softly laughing you look up at him deadpan, "boy, you wish."

i'm working on some more smut for yall... send requests if you have any or js wanna talk! extra for yall who were expecting more, bcs ily sm 🫶🏽

"hurry up, eren." you whined seeing his cock twitch as he continued to finger you. "mhh," he slowed down, "don't rush me, y/n."

he has slid into you easily. you cry feeling the stretch his cock provides. "you're still--so tight baby." he scoffs before wildly slamming into you. "wonder how many times i'll have to fuck you before you finally--" he groans into the air, sharply exhaling, "finally loosen up." he finishes, landing a firm slap on your ass watching the recoil. "mpf! eren, fuck.."

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pucksandpower · 9 months

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Grid Kids: Escapades

Sebastian Vettel x wife!Reader x platonic!drivers

Summary: everyone’s favorite grid family takes on their biggest challenge yet … an escape room

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“Alright, who thought it would be a good idea to lock a bunch of F1 drivers in a room and expect them to work together to get out?” Charles grumbles, eyeing the cryptic clues scattered around the dimly lit space.

George smirks, picking up a coded message. “Well you’ve had plenty of practice trying to decipher Ferrari’s strategy lately, so maybe you’ve got an advantage here?”

The room erupts in laughter as Charles feigns a wounded expression. “Low blow, George! Do I not suffer enough already?”

Lando, fidgeting with what looks like an ancient artifact, suddenly blurts out, “Do you think this is like a button or something?” Before anyone can respond, there’s an audible snap and the artifact falls apart in his hands.

“Seriously, Lando?” Max exclaims, shaking his head in amusement. “First my trophy, now this? Hands off everything, please!”

You chuckle, patting Lando’s back consolingly. “It’s alright. Maybe breaking things is part of the puzzle?”

Lance, busy trying to fit a square peg into a round hole, adds, “At this rate, we’re never getting out of here.”

Mick, focusing on a puzzle piece, comments, “We’ve only got an hour, guys. Let’s get serious.”

Sebastian begins delegating. “Alright, George and Max, you handle the codes. Mick, Charles, focus on the physical puzzles. Lance, Lando — just ... try not to break anything else.”

As the room buzzes with activity, you can’t help but think that this is one of the best ideas you’ve had in a while. It’s hilarious watching these fiercely competitive drivers work together in a situation that doesn’t involve cars and tracks.

After a series of (mostly) successful problem-solving attempts, a loud buzzer sounds, indicating you’re out of time. The doors swing open, revealing a grinning staff member.

“You were only one clue away!” she exclaims, clapping. “Not bad for a first attempt!”

Max looks around the room, a smirk forming. “Well, if Lando didn’t break that artifact, maybe we would’ve made it.”

Lando throws his hands up defensively. “Hey! I added character to the room.”

Everyone bursts into laughter, making their way out. Another day, another adventure — this one off the track.

***

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Sebastian mutters, amusement evident in his eyes, as he steps into the living room. There are strings hanging from the ceiling, makeshift locks on the furniture, and “cryptic” clues pinned everywhere, like Look UNDER the couch, accompanied by a not-so-subtle arrow pointing downwards.

You, equally surprised and amused, chuckle. “What in the world happened here?”

Charles steps forward, barely containing his laughter. “Welcome to the Grand Prix Escape Room! Guaranteed to be at least 90% more escape-able than the one we failed at.”

George adds, pointing to a padlocked fridge, “I did the food clues. Trust me, they’re the most challenging.”

Max chimes in, “And Lando ... well, we didn’t let him touch anything breakable this time.”

Lando mock-pouts, “One little accident and suddenly I’m the family menace.”

Lance hands you a paper that reads The KEY to success is WHERE you eat BREAKFAST. He grins, “That’s my contribution. Top tier clue, right?”

Mick has a mischievous twinkle in his eye, “I suggest you look in very obvious places. We wouldn’t want this to be too hard.”

As you and Sebastian navigate through the hilariously straightforward challenges — like the “hidden” key taped directly next to the padlocked fridge or the note on the oven saying THIS IS NOT A CLUE, just wanted to remind you we have pie — it becomes clear that this isn’t about the challenge at all.

It’s about laughter, family, and the simple joy of being together.

After an entertaining fifteen minutes, which involves Sebastian dramatically pretending to struggle with a code that's simply “1234,” you successfully escape.

Mick raises a toast with room temperature champagne (they forgot to place it in the fridge before it was padlocked), “To the greatest escape artists in the world!”

You laugh, “And to the best, most creative grid kids in the universe!”

***

You wake up to the soft chimes of your alarm, stretching lazily before noticing an envelope on your bedside table. Scrawled on it in mismatched rainbow crayons is Mission: Breakfast Heist.

Opening the note, you read:

Dear Y/N and Seb,

Your breakfast has been stolen! To get it back, follow the clues and embark on a thrilling adventure. Also, no cheating by ordering takeout!

The Breakfast Bandits (aka your grid kids)

Amused, you head downstairs, following a trail of strategically placed toast crumbs. In the kitchen, you find another note taped to the coffee machine: To get your morning brew, tell us a joke that’s new!

Sebastian, rubbing sleep from his eyes, joins you and declares, “Why did the coffee file a police report? It got mugged!” Mick appears from behind you, making both of you jump, and hands you two cups of coffee before backing away silently.

Chuckling, you move on to find that on the fridge, instead of a padlock, there’s a touchpad with a question on its digital display: What’s hot yet cool at the same time?

You ponder it for a moment, thinking of all the possible answers. Sebastian, catching on to the playful challenge set by the grid kids, smirks and says, “It’s the Iceman, isn’t it?”

You both laugh, with you playfully nudging Sebastian, “I always knew you thought Kimi was hot.”

Entering K-I-M-I on the touchpad, the fridge beeps in agreement and swings open, revealing a lavish breakfast spread and a note that reads: Breakfast is served! We might have kept it under lock and key but only to make it special. Enjoy!

From the doorway, the “Breakfast Bandits” applaud, their faces beaming with mischief.

Lance grins, “Took you long enough! And Seb, never knew you had a thing for Kimi.”

Charles joins in the teasing, “Seems like there are still some secrets in the paddock!”

Sebastian playfully rolls his eyes, “At least my secret doesn’t involve singing into a hairbrush every night before bed.”

Charles blushes as the room bursts into laughter. “Who told you about that?” he exclaims, pointing an accusing finger at Lando, who’s trying hard (and failing miserably) to stifle his giggles.

Lando attempts to defend himself through his laughter, “It wasn’t me! But if we’re confessing, who knew that Seb’s haircare routine involved more products than all of ours combined?”

Sebastian raises an eyebrow, pretending to be offended. “Gotta keep the locks looking good, don’t I?”

Max interjects, “Well, if we’re on the topic of secrets, who wants to bet on how many stuffed animals Lando has on his bed?”

Lando gasps dramatically, “Betrayed by my own brothers! Next time, I’m hiding them all in George’s room!”

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wellsayhelloaagin · 2 years

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HELLO IM BACK (I love you bunches)

I WOULD LIKE LEIGH FLUFF OF UH.. UHM… idk what aboutttt… showing up at Leighs house with her favorite ice cream

Hi, I love you bunches too <3

This got longer than expected so it's under the cut.

...

Hey, are we still on for movie night?

You stare at the screen of your phone, the notification that your message had been read mocking you. You watch as the three dots appear and then disappear over and over, the silence becoming deafening.

Not tonight.

When the reply from Leigh finally comes through you want to growl in frustration. She was avoiding you, there was no doubt about it. Ever since the Halloween party for work a few weeks ago, she had been making excuses to cancel plans and you were sick of it.

It was typical Leigh behaviour. She was prone to shut people out with almost no explanation, you'd seen her do it countless times over the years. You just never thought she'd do it to you.

"Screw it," you mumble to yourself, grabbing your keys from the bench and marching to your front door.

Half an hour later finds your outside the door to her apartment, knuckles rapping on the wood as you chew your lip anxiously.

You start second guessing if this was a good idea or not, your early ire replaced with hurt and apprehension.

The door swings open to reveal Leigh on the other side. She's in her pyjamas, her hair in a messy bun on top of her head and one of her eyebrows is arched expectantly.

You hold up the tub of ice cream as a peace offering, hoping that the sight of her favourite flavour would cheer her up. Instead she just scoffs, turning abruptly and walking inside.

Your heart drops, smile faltering as you stand there hopelessly on the porch. You can no longer see Leigh inside, shifting your weight before deciding 'fuck it' and following her in.

"Good to see you respect boundaries," Leigh bites out when she spots you, the cold dessert now dripping condensation onto the floor. "I said I was busy."

"No you didn't," you retort, your frustration from earlier returning. "But I guess it's hard to keep track of all your excuses lately."

"I'm not-" she tries to rebut but you're quick to cut her off.

"Cut the bullshit, Leigh," you cry out, your outburst making her silent. "You're avoiding me. Ever since the Halloween thing you've been using every excuse in the book to stay away from me."

She tries to shake her head but you just roll your eyes, trying to hide the hurt in your voice.

"Did I do something wrong?" you ask desperately. "Because I've been wracking my brain and I just can't figure it out."

"No," she replies softly, her eyes not meeting yours. "You didn't do anything wrong."

"Then what?" you plead, the tears springing to your eyes. "Why do you hate me all of a sudden?"

Leigh laughs then, the sound almost mocking.

"I don't hate you," she chuckles derisively, "I could never hate you."

"I don't get it," you say confused, trying to make sense of your friend's strange behaviour.

Leigh groans, dragging her hands over her face. You stand there silently, you heart beating wildly in your chest.

"I don't hate you," she repeats, her eyes finally meeting yours, the green drawing you in.

"You're right though, I have been avoiding you." You watch as her fingers twist together nervously.

"At the party," Leigh takes a deep breath before continuing, "I just found myself staring at you all night. You just looked so beautiful and I couldn't deny it any longer."

"Deny what?" you whisper hopefully, almost scared of the answer.

"That I'm in love with you," comes the reply, Leigh's eyes never wavering from yours. "I'm in love with you and that terrifies me."

"Why?" you prompt her, taking a step forward.

"I lose everyone I love," she confesses, her eyes dropping to the floor but you catch the shine of tears in them before they do. "I didn't want to lose you too. I don't think I'd survive it."

"Oh, Leigh," you sigh, hand reaching out to grab hers comfortingly. "I'm not going anywhere."

Her head snaps up, hope written all over her face at your words.

"I love you too, you idiot," you tell her, watching her lips curve into a smile as she processes the words. "Stop trying to run away from this, from me."

"Okay," Leigh nods, her breath shaky. "Okay."

You lean forward slowly, watching her face for any sign of hesitation. When you find none, you close your eyes and close the remaining distance.

Her lips are soft against yours, slightly wet from her tears and warm. You revel in the feeling, something you had dreamed about for years. It felt like her lips were made for yours, you felt complete.

After a few seconds you pulled back, watching her eyes flutter open. She smiles at you, her cheeks dusted with pink.

"Come on," you say, tugging on her hand. "We better eat that ice cream before it melts. Do you want to pick the movie?"

#s writes stuff #leigh shaw x reader #i mean this counts as fluff right?

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countrymusiclover · 1 year

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14 - Gemini Business

Part 15

Gemini Runaway

Tag list ask to be added @dragonixfrye @secretdreamlandmentality

Coming in from the kitchen I found that Klaus was in the living room with Kol who smiled in my direction. I moved around the side of the couch trying to have a peak at whatever Klaus was drawing. “What are you drawing now?”

“An artist never tells, Rae.” He responded by hugging the notepad closer to his chest with his legs.

Climbing closer to him on the couch I attempted to look over his knees but he vamped from the couch where I raised my hand quickly grabbing Kohl’s foot siphoning him. “Morator.”

Klaus slowly shut the book hiding it away from me in a slow motion manner due to my spell. “You cheating little witch.”

“Nicely played, siphoning girl.” Kol clapped his hands, smiling at me.

Getting to my feet I flipped my hair over my shoulders standing in front of Klaus. My eyes softened when I met his annoying gaze. “Will you let me the drawing now?” He nodded where I raised my right hand snapping my fingers. “Regelo.”

“Here you can see-“ He began to flip to the page, suddenly tossing the notebook back onto the spot he was sitting on the couch.

I squealed sharply when he wrapped his arms around my arms holding me in my place. I tried to break from his hold but he was way stronger than I was. “Nikkk!”

“Watch how you wave around that magical tongue of yours. If you try that again I won’t go so easy on you.” He nuzzled his nose into my neck feeling me still squirming in his hold.

I pushed him finally getting him to let me go vamping back to his notebook still hiding it from my view. “You’ll have to show me your newest work at some point. But fine I’ll stop for now.”

Rebekah entered the room a few minutes after to Kol’s enjoyment. “Well, well, well... there's our girl.”

Rebekah tried to move around him but he moved where she did. “Get out of my way, Kol.”

Kol didn’t seem to be bothered and kept teasing her. “Out all night. What a scandal. I trust you did better than that commoner. Matt, was it?”

Rebekah threatened him. “If you don't shut your mouth, the next thing to come out of it will be your teeth. “

She pushes him away, eyeing her brother who was drawing seeing him smile. “Don't start, Nik.”

Klaus lifted his pencil from the page. “I didn't say anything.”

Kol sat back down. “I'm bored. Our sister is a strumpet, but at least she's having fun. I need entertainment….I feel like Raelyn knows how to have fun.”

“Oh I doubt that.” I told him feeling my phone vibrating in my pocket seeing that there was an unknown number texting me. Opening the message it read simply ‘Meet me at the clock tower. We need to talk’.

Klaus kept drawing on his notebook. “What are you waiting for? Go on. Have at it.”

“It's no fun to go alone. Join me, Nik. It's the least you could do after sticking a dagger in my heart.” Kol gave him some puppy dog eyes.

“Ok. Why not? I didn't have nearly enough to drink last night, what with you trying to murder Rebekah's date.” He got to his feet tossing the notebook across the room heading for the door.

Rebekah mocked them. “Yes, please go. This house has enough men rolling around in it. “

Kol turned and walked backwards out the door.“Just like you, Bekah.”

“Good riddance, both of you.” Rebekah throws a book in the direction of Kol. “What are you doing over there, Raelyn. I thought you would have run off with my brothers and down some drinks.”

Shaking my head I got to my feet heading towards the door feeling nervous about the text that was sent. I didn’t want to go into some sort of danger without some kind of weapon. “I think I have to meet my mother at the clock tower. But I don’t want to go in empty handed, do you guys have any weapons like stakes or something here?”

“I think Nik kept some when he took over my history teacher's body.” She responded, leading me into another room opening a bottom cabinet of an arm wire.

“Wait a minute he possessed the body of a history teacher?” I questioned her.

She rummaged around pulling out a tiny stake that could fit inside my boots. “It didn’t last long. Are you sure you don’t want me to come with you?”

“I’ll be fine on my own. But I’ll call you if something is off.” I told her turning on my heels and leaving the original blonde. My walk to the middle of town wasn’t bad considering most people were busy with their own things around me. Pausing in my step I lifted my head staring at the tower tapping my foot until I could almost feel someone watching me. “If someone is there, show yourself!”

The wind blew around me before I turned around at someone saying my name. “I was surprised to see you actually when I sent that message.”

“Hello mother.” I grumbled crossing my arms over my chest scowling at her. She had cut her long blonde hair leaving it to be above her shoulders.

Her eyes were almost full of tears when she attempted to hug me. “Oh sweet girl. I have missed you,”

“Don’t do that, mom. You don’t get to act like everything that happened was completely okay. You made me my murder my twin brother.” I raised my hands taking a few more steps away from her rather than go forward and embrace her like she expected me too.

She raised a hand, stepping forward to me. “Raelyn, please let me explain. I haven’t come here to drag you back to your Uncle Joshua. I am here to help you run.”

“What if I don’t want to run with you, mother?” I growled, turning my hands into fists at my sides. “Have you yet to realize that my trust in you is gone. You sent me and my brother to our own deaths and even after I did it to save your life now I am slightly regretting it!”

“You don’t mean that, baby girl.”

“Don’t call me that. I refuse to listen to anything you have to tell me. I know what Uncle Joshua expects of me but I won’t - I will never become the Gemini coven leader!” I throw my hands away from my sides shouting at her.

My mother stomped up grabbing my shoulders crying. “Then you will kill everyone in our Coven!”

“What the hell are you talking about?” I gasped letting some tears drop thinking about Jo and her twin brother and sister.

She squeezes my shoulders sniffling through heavy tears. “You’re right I need to not keep secrets from you anymore. It wasn’t right that I didn’t tell you and your brother what would happen during the Megre. But the reason your uncle is so obsessed and concerned is because if he dies and there isn’t a new younger witch leader in his place then we all die alongside him.”

“Go to hell, mother!” I spit in her face shoving her backwards stomping away until she raised her hand causing me to grab my head collapsing to my knees in agony. “Argh!”

She moved around me where I was forced to look her in the eye crying in pain seeing that she was siphoning a stone in her other hand so she could have magic. “If I have to treat you like you are five years old again I will do so if that is what it takes for you to believe me.”

“You’re a liar, mother. Tell uncle Joshua that if he wants to beg for his life then he should have come see me himself!” I threatened her weakly rising through the pain to stand on my feet about to make a move on her until she collapsed onto the ground dropping the stone. “Esther?”

I gasped lifting my gaze up before dropping on my knees searching for her pulse finding that my mother still had a weak heartbeat. The original witch lowered her hand coming towards me. “Don’t worry, I just gave her a little magic nap. We should go before she wakes up, Raelyn.”

“Why would I go with you?” I questioned her slowly reaching for the stake inside my left boot hoping she wouldn’t notice.

She gave me a stern look offering her freehand to help me stand. “Because I need your help. You are a very powerful witch after all. There is a spell needed for my children.”

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ladyelissarose · 11 months

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‘Caught In 🕸 Web’

This is my first chapter for this story, I hope you guys really like it. It’s my first time writing for the ATSV. So please, let me know if y’all are interested for more, or see something I need to correct. My inbox, messages, and taglist is open for y’all! Enjoy!🤟🏼🕸

Warnings: nothing really heavy yet, just some good information about my two OC’s. But all chapters will have their own warnings as things progress.

‘My Story’📰

Chapter 1

Setting;

In a particular universe of 2055, settles this story in New York City, that has its very own special features in it. Like the Statue of Liberty- no. Oh Time Square that’s around the corner- another no. Empire State Building- it’s nice but yeah.. no. What makes this NYC ‘The’ NYC is having the damn privilege of owning a Peter C. Parker- other known as Spider-Man (but no one knows that the nerdy guy that is a sweet roommate and crazy assistant of the assistant of the CEO for ‘Stark Industries’ is the ‘Strong, Red ‘n Blue suited hero that makes swinging off the skyscrapers look hotter that Brad Pitt) so yeah. *takes deep breath and sips ‘chai tea’* Anyways... this universe also possesses a certain woman with terrible ‘I have no family’ issues, crazy boss who bought her knee pads, and a secret admirer. Everyone called her ‘CEO’s Sidechick’ or the famous one ‘Bosses Pet’. But her name is actually Carla Ferrari. While the spider universe... had actually deemed her as Spider-Woman, or how a certain spider pal will call her that everyone picks up on- Spider-Lady. Yeahhh... I know- shut up.

Carla Ferrari’s POV

So let’s do this one time. My name, is Carla Ferrari- and no I’m not related to any Ferrari bloodline and shit. My Pa was Italian and my Ma was American.. that’s why I have the Italian last name. (Though I’d kill for one of those hot rides but yeah) So I’m a 22 yr. old personal assistant for the CEO of ‘Stark Industries’. Is it an exciting life? Not exactly, I have no background that’s exciting either- that’s for sure.

Quick back up story- I was orphaned after a large city catastrophe killed my parents *timeskip*

Then I lived all my life in homes here and there, never got adopted because I worked terribly with people and never got used to the term family *timeskip*

After that I got too old to stay at shelter homes for girls once I turned ‘Magnificent 18’ so I was given the boot and a nice paycheck that can barely cover 3 full days at a Motel 6 or 1 day at the most expensive hotel in New York City *timeskip*

So to survive I worked at the most expensive diner in Manhattan for 6 months until a certain rich bastard decided to spill his wine all over my white uniform, then suggested that a great apology would be for him to offer me a good job. Anyways, they say my charm is what got me under the wing of who is now my boss, the CEO of ‘Stark Industries’ but I have to say it’s my stealth, patience, and great mathematical skills that has me managing all his business purchases- oh and also how I methodically get everything done.

*timeskip to present*

“Shoot! B.P.!! (Aka Bosses Pet) I forgot to pick up Stark’s coffee at Starbucks on my way here!! Can you get it?? He’ll be happy to see you crawling in with it anyways-“

I flared my nose while slamming my file on the table wishing Leslie’s head was the table, I scoffed lightly while glaring,

“Why do you all keep saying things like- ‘crawling’ or ‘cat walking’ my way to boss’ office?-“

Leslie flipped her damaged and dry sweet potato colored looking hair as she squeaked while using bunny ears on certain words,

“Maybe it’s cause he got you ‘knee pads’!? Like yeah we get he’s the boss and your his personal assistant but damn don’t bring your ‘50 Shades of Stark’ here!”

She giggled like a hyena and mocked my disgusted face, which I expressed because after their latest Boss died, Tony Stark, they brought in his closest cousin who looked like the deceased version of him, and he was now my boss. But if Tony was still around... maybe I’d try to make that 50 shades shit happen.. but yeah not with Martin Stark. Ew.

Anyways I only took up her offer because I needed some fresh air after being stuck up on the 50th floor for 11 hours writing down appointments and managing Stark’s purchases that went through the roof for every girl he laid eyes on, trying to gain ‘Great Star Reviews’ for his business but more like he was gaining more ‘absent-fathered children’ as he was a playboy and irresponsible of course. Now I stood up and straightened my black checkered pants as I sighed lightly,

“Fine.. I’ll go get it.”

“What a good girl. Ha! Bet you hear that often-“

“Yeah well at least I’m not left dry and hanging all the time and called ‘Dusty Leslie’.”

Sending a cheeky wink I was walking away with a proud smirk and a held high chin. I heard her scoff in hurt as I of course stabbed her altered ego. I obviously overheard the gossip desk ladies chat about that she hadn’t been laid in a long while, so yeah... that’s why you don’t share your secrets and personal issues with people that are snakes in disguise, Dusty Leslie.

As you see, my life is sorta hectic, I quite practically live for my boss so I can get paid by making his life easier. All he has to do, is show up, eat, take a crap, mess with women, and sleep- repeat. And to be honest I’m a little jelly at the fact he never works, yet wears clothes that cost 10 times more than all the money I’ve ever spent and worked for combined! And I’m the one running back and forth, making appointments, fixing his vendettas at bars he likes to pick fights at, feed him breakfast, lunch, dinner and snacks in between when he calls for it. And what ticks me off- is that half the time he won’t even eat it, he’ll leave it there for later (which turns to never) or complain saying he wasn’t hungry anymore because he didn’t like something about it.

So what would I do? Take it back saying sweet and professional things like, ‘I’m so sorry about the inconvenience sir let me fix it for you.’ ‘Let’s get you something else.’ Or the most used line- ‘Yes sir, I’ll call them and email a bad review for you.’

Ugh!! I hated doing that. These cooks did everything right, Martin was just a spoiled asshole that thought the world should revolve around him and run his way. (By the way I never wrote bad reviews I just said I would, so he wouldn’t bother them or me about it again.) And the food he left untouched, I’d take to Uncle Joey, the guy at the corner of the street who played with his little wooden drums all day for spare change. Seeing his smile made my day mostly sense he was eating fine cuisine 99% of the time.

Anyways, now I’m taking my 10 minute break to run to Starbucks to get his coffee, and in the meanwhile get something for myself, I haven’t eaten sense yesterday at lunch time- and it’s already 12:34pm today. The fresh air did me some good to relieve some tension, as I finally made it out of the tall hell house I called work or my job. What also lifted my spirits was this happy sight. It felt good to see happy and calm people around me, they all walked around and lived as if they knew nothing could hurt or touch them. And to be honest once again, they could. You know why? Spider-Man.

He made that possible, he helped in ways no one else could, from big things to small things, he gave up his time and life for the city, and so far it has paid off well. I admire the man much, he has inspired me to take what little time I have to make someone smile, or help where I could.

My best friend, assistant, and roommate, Peter C. Parker, always harmlessly made fun of how I lived to be like Spider-Man. Peter was a great guy by the way, and no matter how much he denied it when I told him, he had a big heart like Spider-Man. Always helping where he could and being a sunshine in my world. When my boyfriend wouldn’t be the nicest or leave me hanging after he promised he’d wait after work, Peter would invite me to the movies or do something that got the tears and pouts off my face. It was nice to have someone like him around, humble as heck with his heart on his sleeve, I wouldn’t trade my best friend for anything in the world.

He kept me on my feet and happy, reminding me of the good things in life even on the cloudy days. And like right now, in ‘all of a sudden’ moments when my boss and boyfriend Nelson would call unexpectedly at once, I could count on him to adapt to change and help me to the perfect ‘T’. Unlike my boss who went crazy if one thing went wrong or not his way. I could only let out a deep breath as I debated for a moment on who to answer first.

‘If I pick up Nelson’s he might just ask me out again and chat about his new modeling job, then my boss will be pissed for missing his call and might deducted $25 from my paycheck for every minute I don’t answer him. Or I could pick up boss’ call and hear him yell some kind of thing he wants me to do and make Nelson upset again for not picking up his call. Shit!! Ugh I hate this so bad.’

I declined Nelson’s call and texted a quick ‘sorry, give me a minute’ and picked up my boss’ call and mustered a fake, happy voice with professionalism.

‘I really hate this man- but I need my job. Sorry Nelson.’

“Yes, Mr.Stark?”

Peter C. (Carlos) Parker’s POV

Let’s do this one last time- I’m Peter Carlos Parker. As 20 yr old, I’m New York’s one and only Spider-Man, and did I love my life? So far I did. I’ve had bumps and bruises on the way, crazy lifesaving stories and sad ones too that match the scars I’ve grown to earn every time. No but honestly my life is manageable but still crazy, let me just tell you what happened today so you’ll see why I say so. So, I just got back into my jeans and white button down with the stupid crooked tie after I as Spider-Man handed over a dumb, bank thief to the cops. Yes, he tried to threaten everyone behind and in front of the counters, but thankfully I was there to take out $20 to get lunch at the hotdog stand outside of work. Anyways with that said, quickly I took him down after some arguing about how unprepared and wild his ‘stealing’ was.

Flashback-

“Sir! You realize they are going to track down your information with the ID you just gave the kind banker lady?”

I kid you not, he handed over his ID to the lady, claiming he was old enough to demand money- like what an idiot! He should’ve come in without the mask while he was at it right? Oh and if it wasn’t bad enough already, there was a large hole on the side of his makeshift bag. Like yeah Pinky you’re going to come out inanely rich for sure with that bag, let me know if we can go to Disneyland when you’re out- like c’mon!! But yeah, he went on to argue with me of course.

“She doesn’t know it’s me Spider-Man! I’m wearing a mask- like you, can’t you see!? I just need her to know that I’m old enough to do this!”

He angrily pointed at his paper bag mask, that he drew dark angry eyebrows on, trying to show me that indeed it was good. Oh and I could clearly tell his gun was a small nerf gun spray painted black. He’d definitely make it on the wall of ‘Stupids Hall of Fame’ As much as I would’ve liked to keep the debate going (because I knew I was going to win in the end) I knew my Boss- aka my best friend Carly was going to need my assistance soon, so I cut it short with some webbing. With a crack to my knuckles, I sighed,

“Alright, can’t wait to see your face on the news, but buy me a PS5 first.”

Phewt-Phewt!!

In seconds he was webbed up by the door.

I heard sighs of relief and a couple cheering while others cussed out the poor dummy. I then waved my hands calmly as I pointed out.

“You all are safe now, just called NYPD. Keep safe- I swinging out.”

With a peace sign given to a little kid by me I then disappeared. (I actually webbed away to the back, then walked out to the front watching the cops take my guy away. And he had his paper mask off by this point. But at least we all knew he was old enough to rob a bank, and that his name was Chad Robins.

-End of flashback.

I smiled with peace knowing he wasn’t going to be around for a while, scaring kids and the old ladies who are working hard to buy their little ones Christmas gifts. Up ahead I saw my favorite hotdog stand, I could smell the hot bacon-wrapped wieners from here

‘Talk about my heightened spider senses right!?’

But then something else caught my attention when I heard my name being called out.

‘Carly!!’

“Oh Peter!! Thank God I found you! Listen here’s $20. Get something to eat for yourself and get the triple chocolate mocha with 3 teaspoons of vanilla and 1 pinch of pumpkin spice with lactose free whip cream and some cinnamon sprinkled on top?”

I fixed my glasses after they almost slipped off my nose from me speedily scribbling down the crazy coffee order. That was of course Carly, (Carla Ferrari) who told me all of this. Not that I minded though, I was her personal helper. She requested for one after work got a little to much for her, but her boss wasn’t happy about having that happen, so I was paid through her paycheck. (What a stingy and evil boss huh? Oh and I’d always beg her to not pay me much, but she always gave up half of her paycheck anyways without hesitation or a problem)

When we first met I had just gotten out of college looking for a job, something easy to start with while I looked for a job that suited my passion for chemical engineering. And at the same time she was looking for help, so we made a deal to become roommates while I worked for her, sense the job was not too much, but for now it worked perfectly fine, and she was a great roommate too. Soon we of course became the best of friends, she gave me so much smart advice about the world and now dating tips. (Especially after I told her about my deep interests in the sweet florist Mary Jane- I’ll tell y’all about her later) Carly also had a great listening ear and healing words, even on her worst nights she made great company. Anyways, I took the $20 from her after she personally grabbed my hand and stuff the dollar bill in there and said,

“Use this money Peter, not yours. And get lunch- you haven’t eaten, I know you haven’t.”

I reluctantly took it as I sighed an excuse,

“But you haven’t either-“

She mindlessly fixed my tie as she interrupted,

“Don’t worry about me honey, worry about yourself. Now get please, boss needs me in his office, I just got off the phone with him before I saw you.”

I squeezed my pinky with hers, it was our ‘good luck’ ‘good bye’ and ‘good day’ sign.

“Oh!”

But this time, I felt an electric shock run through me from where we touched, and I felt waves surround me for a split second before it stopped completely. I know she felt it too for her eyes went wide, but she shook it off as quickly as it had happened.

Then she sent me a small smile and a wink before running in her high heels back to the office. I chuckled with confusion as I looked at my black shoes thinking,

‘Everyday I admire women more.. I could never run in heels.. I wonder what that was by the way… it felt weird. But with a sense of familiarity?’

For now I shook it off as she did. Taking a moment I was looking up and around at the lively city I could only breathe in and out calmly, the people looked happy, peaceful, and it all appeared to be still for now. It’s been about a couple of months ever sense I fought a life-threatening villain, KingPin. But thankfully we’ve been ok for now, if not almost too perfect.

Miguel O’Hara’s POV

Bueno, Lets do this, one last time, my name is Mig-

“Miggggyyyy! Omg you’ve been eyeballing’ 2055 universe for the past 2 weeks already?! You got some interest on Peter C. Parker- it’s ok you can tell me!!”

‘Ay coño… another time I’ll introduce myself.’

Running a hand down my face I argued lazily,

“No Lyla I don’t. I’m straight-“

“Are you? Look at your hunched over posture, certainly it’s not straight-

“That doesn’t determine my sexuality though!-“

“It could-“

“Lyla. No. I’m just.. just checking something out. So please.”

Sometimes Greta Lee aka Lyla can get on my nerves with her ideas, I mean, who would’ve that an AI would be so stubborn and determined on certain ideas? Like her only job is to gather up information about tech or any universal catastrophes. Yet here she is trying to decipher what my sex is by the way I’m standing. Que dolor de cabeza. But I was being honest about this... this universe 2055 that’s been on my watch for the past few days.

Something about it has intrigued my mind and drawn my attention to it strongly, unlike any other universe. I don’t have spider senses perhaps, but I do have suspicions and a gut that tells me things. So I considered checking it out, passing by in person to see if I perhaps caught something off that I could probably call P.C.P. (Peter Carlos Parker) on. I’ve never personally met him before or even thought of intruding into his place or giving him more as far as letting him into the multiverse, he handled what he had very well so far on his own. It was his universe anyways, and to be honest he did his absolute best at guarding it and protecting it. His every breath was spent on saving the city and a change during a blink of his eye wouldn’t go unnoticed, he’d sense and act upon it. He was what I called, ‘Gentle-Spider’. His heart for the community was larger than New York itself.

Yes, he had his typical hero side that was rough and sharp, effortlessly taking down who needed to be put down, but after that? He’d walk the old ladies across the street, have late night dinners with random joes who were alone and homeless, play with the neighborhood kids, he even taught a few teenagers how to parallel park. All this I have witnessed and couldn’t admire him more.

His only job as a Spider-Man was to defend the city from villains and anomaly’s... but P.C.P.? He made the city a brighter place day and night, 24/7, he gave New York his heart and every breath he took was spent on them. His regular life though, behind the mask, he was the same, caring and kind. Just more quiet and a bit shy. The only one I saw him communicate well with was his roommate. She was just as kind. I never really looked into her, all I knew was that she made him breakfast everyday and wore high heels 99% of the time- oh and he’d call her Carly.

I don’t think she knew about Peter’s secret life, only because she had a crazy schedule herself, she was the main and personal assistant of CEO Martin Stark. So yeah, her life was basically a mess and busy. But I’ve seen her a few times around too, doing careless acts to protect people. Careless why? She thought of others before herself. Ella me asusta a veces.

She literally almost gone run over the other day just because she tried to retrieve a baby doll that a little girl dropped as her mother carried her across the street. To save the homeless guy’s kitten she went down to the tracks of the subway to get its paw unstuck from when it fell, and seconds before that damn thing made her a tortilla, she was able to get out with the kitten clinging onto her for life. She’s also convinced people to not jump off the Brooklyn Bridge. Supongo que sé más sobre su vida de lo que pensaba.

Anyways she had a busy life too, but when she had a few seconds to spare, she gave it to others. I guess she looked up to Spider-Man a lot, and chose to be like him, a good person. But today, I saw and caught something that was off, and electric and dimensional shock went through both of them. And according to canon, he’s the only Spider-Man, and she was only supposed to be like his best friend. That’s it. So what was that all about? It looked all too familiar from our last incident with Miles Morales.. I just hoped it wasn’t the same or much worse, if not unfixable. And why did it make me feel- nervous?

Spanish translations

1- Que dolor de cabeza. - What a headache.

2- Ella me asusta a veces.- She scares me sometimes.

3- Supongo que sé más sobre su vida de lo que pensaba. - I guess I know more about her life than I thought I did.

#miguel o’hara #miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel spiderman #atsv miguel #atsv fic #atsv x you #atsv x reader #miguel x reader #miguel o’hara x oc #spidersona #caught in a web #Spider-Lady #miguel x you #miles morales #gwen stacy #peter parker #spiderman across the spiderverse

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aestherin · 1 year

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I STRIKE AGAIN!

Scaramouche makes a tweet.

“I am going to go spend my new years with the only person I willingly tolerate in this universe”

Cut to, Scaramouche banging on y/n’s door like a maniac. A nearby guy walking by, records the entire ordeal.

Y/n frantically opens with wine in one hand, “what the fuck”

“Hey” He shrugs, with a bag of y/n’s favourite food in one hand and board games in the other. He casually walks in leaving y/n stunned. She’s puzzled but just accepts it because atleast she’s not alone on New years! She closes the door and follows him.

The video the random guy recorded goes VIRAL.

People go wild with their speculations and haha, Ayato sees it too.

When Scaramouche leaves the paparazzi is WILD, surrounding him like hungry dogs.

Y/n has just decided to not open her phone for a while, she needs to heal after all this bs. The internet is ruthless afterall so she’s quite oblivious to all this.

—————

Cut to—

Many celebrities are gathered together for some award show except y/n.

Since, Scaramouche and Ayato share a couple of mutual friends, their friend circle overlaps—so they’re all sitting at the same table.

The hosts come to ask them how it’s going and crack some cringy totally not scripted jokes, forced laughs following.

When silence creeps in…

Until “DING!” is heard.

Y/n has been ignoring everyone.

But I wonder, what if she sends Scara a message, to let him know he left half of the uno cards at her house. That idiot.

Just seeing that notification pop up on his phone, with the contact “Y/n ♥️”

Everyone saw it.

Scara just nonchalantly turns his face facing the table. He lets a smirk tug his lips. OH HES SMUG THAT MF.

The twins are offended. You’re ignoring them but texting scara?! Okay then.

Childe is also offended, a little relieved but also confused. When tf did you and scara get so close? I mean he knew you were friends, same circle but..never this much!

Kikyo looks awkward. (I hc kikyo as nice, it’s uncool to hate on another woman who’s done nothing. Like so far she’s only existed. Her fans are annoying not her!!)

Thoma and Ayaka are giving eachother “uh oh” looks because…AYATO looks like he’s abt to full on blue eyes white dragon scaramouche.

All this over uno 🙄

The interviewer just gives out a rough chuckle and in a desperate attempt to change the subject, Childe says..

“Yknow one time I drank bleach on accident..”

It worked. The subject did indeed change.

—————

The tension is still super high in the after-party. If you think Scaramouche would not stare Ayato down in retaliation, YOU’RE WRONG.

There’s sparks, this can break out into a pokemon tier fight anytime place your bets!

When an interviewer walks runs up…

“LIVE HERE. You’re watching “Fontainianmedia”—We have broken into the very exclusive after-party, everything looks grand and here we have Kamisato Ayato, Scaramouche, Miss Lumine and more!”

“Ayato, why did you and y/n decide to break up?”

“Hey get outta here! You’re not allowed here” a security guard follows.

“We were just extremely busy, finding time got increasingly difficult. I still very much respect y/n.” Ayato forced a smile.

Scara lets out a chuckle.

OH that got attention.

“Is there something bothering you? Something perhaps lodged in your food-pipe?” Ayato asks with a smile, but it was aggressive.

“I handle whatever bothers me, trust me I just did. Thanks for your help tho..” Scara says mocking Ayato.

“What are you implying Scaramouche? Does this have to do with y/n” the interviewer follows resisting the security guard whos clearly not paid enough.

A crowd forming the group while the twins and rest try defusing the tension.

“Ah yes, I’d like to know as well. What are your implications here?” Ayato clearly not amused, still keeping his cool demeanour up.

“I think you know”

—————

SHOULD I CONTINUE THIS?? I THINK I AM STEPPING ON TOES HERE LMFAO, TOO FAR?

I have a whole call-out meltdown in my mind prepared tho.

-Anon 🐉

NONONO ILY ANON BUT THIS IS TOO MUCH ANGST I'D CRY PLS

#asks #w/ 🐉 anon

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hats-off-to-nyx · 6 months

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Dear ....

The title of the playlist I sent you to catch your attention

Funny enough it did

You were nice... I guess, but made me fall for you twice as much nevertheless.

You didn't even wonder why I randomly sent it to you, only said it was cute and you'll listen to it too.

Damn, the effect you had on me was so huge. The mere fact you accepted my friend request sent butterflies bursting.

I was sick after exam week, Intramurals, PE day and some personal shit, but one interaction from you sent me smiling all week.

Talking with you was a roller coaster ride of emotions. One time I smiled too much it’d hurt my face, one time, my frown was so visible, my face looked like it was drooping.

Sending you songs I want to recommend for the sake to keep talking to you. You recommend songs back i'd listen to it until tomorrow.

My heart raced like it was in a marathon, other times it broke like bits and pieces like scattered stars on the cosmos.

My heart swooned whenever you talk about your favorites. How you gush over things you were passionate about.

How I really wanted to escape my house at dead midnight just to come to you and comfort you in your problems you cryptically relay.

Jokes, that I sometimes took seriously, haha sorry about that.

Words you wrote and symbols you accompany drove me in a whirlwind of thoughts

Candies, laughs, and you called me "sweet soul"

You had me wrapped…

But one faithful night I accidentally confessed

I feared I might've scared you off

It wasn't what I planned, being friends with you was already fine

You said we were totally alright, that we're better off friends, I accepted that

But...

That was the end

Was that the beginning I started to open my eyes...

Tiny little red flags I deliberately ignored.

It was always me who initiated the talk. You only reply fast if the topic only interested you

You barely even recommended songs to me?

It was always me...

Did you really even listened to the songs I sent?

A tornado of anxiety came rushing in

What if you mocked how stupid I was. Sent it to friends to have them mock me with you. Laugh at how stupid and desperate I was. How pathetically bullshit I was…

But hey, maybe I'm just overthinking? You're not like that right?

Maybe you were busy. I'm sure there are times you can't reply to your friends quickly

Haha…

Here I am gaslighting myself again

Convincing myself I've never made you feel uncomfortable

Or that you didn't long pressed my messages just because I'm a person in your life as irrelevant as the stranger you meet everyday

That you just had so much to think about

I guess?

Well…

That was until one night, something cleared out my suspicion

It was another Intramurals at school. I wasn't a student anymore because I stopped to focus on work.

I attended because I really wanna see my friends

To see you…

It was awarding night, I saw you with your team waiting for your time to get on the stage. You were on your phone. So I decided to chat you…

"Hey **** you at school?"

Was I too desperate? I don't know…

But you never replied, even viewed my message, nothing…

I wondered if you didn't receive it, but how? You were on your phone the whole time

You only replied hours later

Haha fck that kinda hurt

Was I not even your friend?

But hey... Who am I even...

So no biggie

I only got to see you when we finally approached you... You were so nice, made me forget you ignored my message haha

But, I was constantly reminded of that, everytime

Like a a ghost

That kept on haunting me

I'm no one

Just another one of your admirers

It's funny because, you were one of the reason why Intramurals was memorable

It started with Intramurals, and I think it ended with Intramurals

So I wrote this letter to pour out my emotions. Instead, it made me realize many things

I’m merely but an annoyance for you. And I apologize for that

I know you have someone you call your “mine”

I'll stop now before I fall even deeper into the rabbit hole I dug

This is fine

Maybe it's for the best

It is for the best

Consider this letter the last

Dear ....

#love letters #realization #limerence #Spotify

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kanawrites · 2 years

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Accomplice

Murderiplier x GN Reader

Unknowingly and unwillingly got yourself tangled up in a messy affair. For shame rookie.

Word Count: 1358

“Great work today everyone. Get some rest and come back 8 on the morrow for the debriefing”

It was almost midnight. Our work for the day had just finished and people were slowly filing out of the room tired. We went overtime today since our most recent case had left the entire department stumped. Whoever the killer was surely knows how to leave a mess with minimal clues about themselves. I stretch out and hear my bones crack and realize I was left alone with my senior investigator. Abraham was a cool and methodical man that has been in the business for about a decade now. Despite his intimidating stature (which I’d say is enhanced by the dark glasses he always wears), he’s a very caring individual.

“-and partner, the criminal was last spotted near your general area. Stay safe. If anything happens, call me.” He says, giving me a pat on the back before leaving the meeting room. I followed suit.

This is something I could never say to his face but I’ve always had a fascination with the dead. It may have been a major reason why I joined in the first place. I could always work in a morgue but seeing the bodies freshly decay while the blood is in the air and a mystery is yet to be solved, it’s a sick interest but I can’t help it.

Going up the flight of stairs of the apartment, I noticed that my downstairs neighbor’s door was wide open. It’s past midnight now and most other occupants are asleep. As far as I’m aware no one in the complex is crazy enough to leave their own door open this late and with fear of a murderer running loose. Filled with a burning sense of curiosity I quietly enter the room.

Their living space is dark, the lights in this and adjacent rooms are off. No lights are peeking out from under the doors. The TV is turned on but there’s only static, the noise grating my ears. The only lights helping me see in this place were the ones coming from the windows. Open doors, lights off, and a chilling silence, everything points to someone breaking and entering.

Clicking my tongue I fight off the urge to stupidly ask where the residents were. This isn’t a murder mystery book, don’t say something that would get you killed. Then again I came in here instead of calling Abraham or even the local police so shame on me. Even going back to my apartment would be better than this.

As I stand in the middle of the living room, I try to focus on any sounds that could tell me that the intruder is still around before I try to find the occupant. I could faintly hear the sound of metal on wood coming from the bedroom door. As soon as the sound finishes, the bedroom door opens with a loud creak. I tensed up and realized that there was no place for me to hide effectively.

Still, I hide behind the sofa, trying to buy some time. I fumbled my pockets and tried to send a quick SOS message to Abraham. The loud thump of their boots alerting me of their presence, I quickly pocketed my phone and reached out for my handgun.

I could feel a shiver go up my spine and quickly turned and pointed, I hope, in the right direction. A man stood there, one hand resting on the top of the sofa and the other holding a handkerchief. He was wearing rather dark clothing and my gun was pointed right at his chest where a gold necklace rests comfortably. I look higher and see a quizzical look on his face. His eyes were hidden behind a pair of dark round glasses but his eyebrows were visible and his mouth said it all.

“What the hell did you do?” I grit my teeth and tighten the hold on the gun. The safety lock was on and I didn’t have time to put in the ammo but I had hoped that my finger on the trigger would intimidate him enough. He wipes his face with the handkerchief and squats down, leveling with me.

“Put the gun away, little red” he smiled widely, baring his teeth as if introducing himself as the big bad wolf. “Are you mocking me?” I furrow my brows. “Not necessarily but it would be a shame to kill someone else that is not my target” he replied, pocketing the handkerchief. “Especially someone as horribly cute as you” He inches closer and I could see something shining from the corner of my eye. Before I knew it I pulled the trigger.

“Called your bluff” inches away from my own face, he takes the handgun and throws it behind him. I feel a cool sensation under my chin and it's most likely a knife considering the shine I saw earlier. One wrong move and I could be wounded or wound up dead. Damn it. I’m only hoping Abraham is on his way with the police right now.

“Now what to do with a pesky little rat” he presses the knife a tad bit harder. Enough for me to know that he’s serious but not enough to draw out blood. I tighten my fingers and breathe out. The metallic scent floods my senses and makes me realize I’d been holding my breath this entire time. It reminds me how I got myself in this mess in the first place.

“W-well, you can start by introducing yourself? Kind of rude to just uhh… cut me off” my voice quaked a bit and I almost wanted to cough. He may be a murderer but from our very brief interaction he seems to hold himself to a certain standard. Please for the love of god get here already Abe!

He loosens his grip and pulls away “Sorry but I don’t give out my name to just anyone. No matter how handsome and or beautiful they are”. The man looks unamused but his guard is down. “Then I’ll just call you Murdock” I’m really pushing my luck here.

“I’ll allow it-” Murdock was cut off mid-sentence when we heard police sirens blaring outside. He rushes up and peeks through the window. I got up from behind the sofa and went over to see bright red and blue lights flashing outside. A couple of officers came out and a black car arrived a little later where my senior stepped out. I glanced over to Murdock who was focused outside and let out a smirk.

“But it seems we’ve been reported already. Let’s continue this talk after we’ve escaped.” He grabs my hand and runs in the opposite direction. “We…?” He opened up a window which had the emergency stairs outside of it. “You’re my accomplice now. You’ve witnessed the crime and didn’t report it to the authorities.” Well about that…

“Feel free to be caught and beaten up by them” His words were sharp yet he’s standing on the other side, waiting for my answer. Despite wanting to run away from him and report everything that had happened, I felt a tug in my heart that hesitated. “Fuck it” I climb out and he helps stabilize me once I got out. “Good choice, little ray” I roll my eyes. “Where the hell are we going now, Murdock” I snapped back. “A place with many, many secrets” he starts to run while I try to follow close behind.

Down the metalwork, through the tight alley, as I follow him I think to myself. This night may have started out eerily and with myself in a losing position but this murderer kept me alive and made me his accomplice without knowing my background. I could become an informant, suck him dry, and rat him out later. Well this all worked out in my favor.

Suppressing a giggle, we finally stopped in front of a shady liquor store. He looks back to me and opens the door “After you”. Espionage isn’t my thing but this… this seems like a lot of fun.

Started writing on May 22 but the idea came earlier. Yeah I just called Mick’s character in this universe Abraham because it’s close to Abe and they have similar jobs so why not. Also no, you cannot change my mind. His full name to me is Mark “Murdock”.

The Little Red Riding Hood was written just as a replacement so I didn’t have to write Y/N but the more I thought about it I guess it does fit. Y/N=Little Red, Murdock=Wolf, unnamed dead character=Grandma, Abraham=The Huntsman. Except the story went awry. I also ended up making a joke. Little Red, Rat, Ray. I wonder what kind of 3 letter R nickname he’d give next lol.

#fanfic #markiplier #murderiplier x reader #actor mark x reader

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i-am-tiny-sun · 1 year

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Hi friends, I’m gonna restart this blog with some good old rules that I’m still strict about.

🎊Tiny’s Intro🎊

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#new pinned post y’all #MANDATORY READ YES #the tag for my more physical works is ‘tiny’s beads📿’

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aces-and-angels · 1 year

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Title: Just Try It (Vaughn ft. the Mercy Park Crew)

A/N: A forgotten fic found in the depths of my drafts- originally this was supposed to be for ROD week, but I never ended up posting it. Until now lol

I have not seen a lot of Vaughn content since joining Tumblr. Maybe I’m not looking hard enough, or maybe this is the start of giving this side character the major love he deserves. Side characters create the perfect opportunity for crack!fics- and damn it, I want to create a crack!fic. Think of this as: if Ride or Die had a filler episode.

Rating: PG/PG-13 (Swearing)

Pairing(s): Colt x MC (implied)

Summary: Inspired by this article. Vaughn is in a culinary rut and needs to reignite his imagination. So, he calls up his favorite band of criminals to help him.

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“Vaughn, you in there man? Are you hurt?” Logan frantically scanned his place for any signs of a break in. No broken windows- a good sign. He jiggled the doorknob. Locked. The eerie silence didn’t do any favors for his anxiety. He glanced down at the text that had him bolting out of the shop to his cousin’s apartment.

Vaughn: HELP- need you here ASAP.

“Wait a minute,” Logan yanked his wrist free, “you’re not being murdered?!”

His head snapped up at the sound of the door opening. “Thank God, you’re here!” Vaughn pulled him inside and shut the door. “We have a shit load to do. Sooner we start, the better.” Logan was dragged into the kitchen where he saw piles of grocery bags filling up all the counter space. Annoyed, he gave his very unharmed cousin a glare.

“Why would you think I was being murdered?” He shoved his phone in Vaughn's face. He squinted as he read the small text on the screen. “That message was accurate. I regret none of those words.”

“Vaughn, there’s an entire gang out currently hunting my ass down. The hell was I supposed to think?”

“Look, I’m sorry. But I’m fine, see?“ He twisted his harms, "No stab wounds, I can walk, and I still look incredible.” Logan’s lip twitched upwards, the worry fading away from his body.

“You’re a six at best,” he teased, chuckling at his cousin gasping in mock-offense. “So, what’s with all the food?” He got a better look of his kitchen island. Pickles, blueberries, sesame seeds. “And what the hell are you trying to make?”

“I’m in a rut man,” Vaughn sighed, ignoring his question. “I haven’t come up with any new dishes for the truck in weeks and customers are starting to notice.”

“Is it really that bad?”

“Yes it’s really that bad,” he echoed, “now call up the rest of the dream team. We’ve got work to do.”

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One quick text to the group chat later, the rest of the crew arrived and were sat in front of a table full of questionable looking dishes

“Why did I come here?” Colt groaned, wishing he hadn’t followed Ellie.

Mona poked at a bowl of ice cream topped with diced pickles. “Full offense, V, I think these combos are going to put you out of business.”

“We came because Vaughn needs our help,” she squeezed his hand underneath the table, partly to lift his spirits, mostly to make sure he didn’t run out the door.

“You haven’t even tried anything yet,” he whined, setting down another one of his creations on the table, “look at Toby. Now that looks like a satisfied customer.” The group whirled their heads around to see him scarfing down a steak smothered in blueberry jam.

“Wha-?” he asked, mouth full of food, “’s free.”

Colt rolled his eyes, stabbing his fork into a green apple slice smothered in salsa. He took a deep breath before shoving the fork in his mouth. “How is it?” Ellie peered into her boyfriend’s eyes, trying to gauge his reaction. Wordlessly, he placed his fork to her lips for her to taste as well. She took a small bite, chewing slowly before swallowing. “Too much apple, not enough salsa.”

“That’s what I thought,” Colt hummed, pushing the bowl back towards Vaughn. “You gotta dice the apple, man.”

“It’s awful, but I can’t stop eating it.” His face contorted in disgust as he bit into another fry. “ My brain keeps gaslighting itself into thinking my experience is going to change.”

“Dice the apple, got it,” Vaughn wrote down his feedback in his notepad. “Logan, how’re the honey chili fries with pickles?”

“Yeah, you can pair it with this salad that’s bringing up my repressed childhood trauma,” Mona deadpanned.

“Fries-induced Stockholm syndrome,” he scribbled another note down. “That could be a fun special, right?”

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Over the next few hours, the crew reluctantly filled their stomachs with Vaughn’s experiments, each one stranger than the last. After the last dish, they all sprawled out in the living room.

“I’m definitely going to poop weird later,” Toby blurted out, breaking the silence.

“Dude, shut up,” Logan groaned. He was lying flat on his back, trying to ignore the growing pain in his abdomen.

“If I have to try another pickle-infused dish, I’m going to kill the next thing that moves,” Colt threatened.

“I’ll help you,” Ellie grumbled, her cheery disposition replaced with utter regret after the fifth pickle-forward recipe. “Why don’t people just sell pickles by themselves? You don’t need to do anything special to them,” her rant was muffled into Colt’s shoulder. He attempted to soothe her by kissing her temple while lightly stroking her back. The gesture seemed to work, as he felt her shoulders relax into him.

“Could you two be less nauseating? I’m trying not to hack up that salad,” Mona glared at the touchy couple across from her. With his free hand, Colt flipped her off, the grip on his girlfriend slightly tightening in defiance. She responded by flipping him off with both her hands.

“I know y’all are hurting right now, but I really appreciate the help,” Vaughn said earnestly. Despite the twinge of guilt that he felt at seeing his friends suffer, he was certain that all those taste tests would help him keep his food truck afloat.

“No worries, man. Glad we could help,” Logan said with a strained voice, a new wave of pain hitting his stomach.

“Speak for yourself, pretty boy,” Colt scoffed. He turned his head towards Vaughn, “I’m serious about killing you if you shove another plate in my face.”

“Noted,” he rubbed the back of his neck. “Well, feel free to crash here until you feel better.” The crew members mumbled a bunch of nonsense, which Vaughn took as an okay.

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kalpasio · 2 years

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The Herrscher of Stars

The Herrscher of Stars: Concerned, Furious, and Hurt

A Kalpas x Herrscher!Reader fic, Chapter 5 below!

I feel like a high schooler.

You’re acting like one too, Star spoke in a bored tone.

Have I done something to offend him? Your hands fidgeted without you noticing while you thought about the few interactions you had with Emile recently.

Please just ask him, you’re driving me insane. She may not have provided much comfort, but Star had put up with the brunt of your anxious thoughts lately. You were largely stressed by your relationship with Emile and Kalpas because you 1) didn’t know what to call it, and 2) Emile was blatantly avoiding you all of a sudden.

Kalpas you expected not to actively seek you out, but the two of you still shared meals together at least somewhat frequently. The fact that you had two boyfriends that you weren’t sure were your boyfriend, and neither really wanted to talk to you was nerve-racking to say the least. Were they only now bothered by the fact that you were a Herrscher? Had something changed? Or were they just plain fed up?

It took you a full day to track down Emile, and when you did, he just looked shocked. “Why would I be upset with you?”

“I just haven’t seen much of you lately, I guess,” you shrugged.

And he leaves rooms when you enter, and he’s sleeping in his own room again, and he ignores your messages, and—

Yes! Thank you, Star! Shaking your head, you took a deep breath. “Look, I just want to know you’re alright. If something’s bothering you, I’m always here to talk; even if that something is me.”

“I’ve just been busy. Kalpas breaks so much shit I have to become a shut-in to get all the paperwork done.” He laughed at his joke, but barely smiled for it.

“Let me know if there’s anything I can help with,” you gave him a smile, and got a grimace in return.

“Do you think something’s up with Emile?” Kalpas was in the training room, you had come down to talk to him, and it wasn’t proving very useful. When he gave his third ‘I don’t fucking know,’ of the night, you groaned and fell onto the short wall around the ring. Your head and arms were over the side and reaching towards the ground, but you weren’t worried about getting hit.

“Why do you think something’s up with Emile?” Sakura asked while jumping back to avoid a series of punches.

“Apart from how he’s been acting, something just feels off. Like it’s right on the tip of my tongue, but I can’t figure out what it is.”

Sakura fell heavily into the wall next to you but didn’t even look winded. Kalpas stood in the center of the ring, his fists filled with flame while he waited for her to move so he wouldn’t hit you.

“Quit worrying,” he grunted while ramming Sakura with his shoulder.

“He hasn’t tried to kill you in a week!” you looked up in frustration and saw Kalpas pause, leaving an opening his opponent happily took advantage of. There was no response, but at least you knew he was thinking about it now.

The next day, Kalpas told you he got the same bullshit excuse you did. Emile was still talking to him, though. If you were on the same side of the base, he would hide or find a way around you. It wasn’t particularly mature, but you’d had enough. You started sleeping in your own room again, eating at odd times to avoid them both, and picking up as many missions as you could. Anything to be away from them.

“A full-fledged Herrscher!”

“A mighty and powerful Herrscher!”

“And you couldn’t even find us hiding right in plain sight!”

A chorus of laughter filled the empty theater.

A thousand voices laughing at you.

“You didn’t care about him.”

“That’s why you didn’t notice us.”

“You didn’t even notice him in the first place!”

More of the obnoxious cackling echoed around you.

They’re wrong. They’re lying! You kept repeating to yourself. While you were curling in on yourself in despair, Star was growing more and more furious.

“A thousand strong, you say?” She mocked in your voice. “All I see are a thousand weaklings about to be snuffed out!”

“Yes! Yes! Show us the power of the Herrscher of Stars!”

Distantly, you could feel your hand being brought above your head. Power swelled in the core in your chest, and moved up your arm. Something was wrong here. It felt like you were wading through a bog trying to grab onto a thought that was being pushed further away by the water as you moved. They were excited to see you use your powers and—and what? It was almost like—did they want to see—

Star wait!

A flash of light, and you felt the power leave your hand.

When your momentary blindness passed, your hand was still outstretched, but Elysia stood in front of you.

“Hi!~” She sent a wink over her shoulder. A single arrow flew into the sky and a crystal dome covered the entire platform you were on. Spears of light bounced all around you, piercing each and every one of the puppets in seconds.

When the crystal fell down around you, it revealed a large black and gold sphere imprinted with the same symbol you’d seen on every doll, marking it as property of the Herrscher of Domination. It floated up, as though held by strings, arms and legs rising as well. The initial piece rotated until two red glowing eyes stared into your own. All the pieces moved together to slam into the platform, the limbs spread out like fingers on a hand.

“One Herrscher versus two?” Elysia winked at you. “This hardly seems fair.” The puppet slowly rose to stand again, but this time when it met your eyes, it saw Star’s instead. A snarl formed on your face, and one lance at your feet became dozens of light beams behind you.

Elysia may have been kidding before, but the fight barely lasted a few seconds. Both of you bombarded the puppet with attacks, snapping the invisible strings, and shattering its body. As the puppet crumbled, so did the theater around you. Elysia grabbed your hand and started running. You both dove through a portal and landed on the floor inside Su’s personal meditation room. He must’ve used Cosmic Juggernaut to get Elysia into the Theater of Domination.

“Thank you both,” you panted while standing shakily. “Does—”

“Dr. Mei has no clue this happened. She’s probably still looking for a way to get Kevin inside,” Elysia giggled. “Thank you, again Su!”

I thought I was getting better at writing angy fire man but I'm just writing toasty man. Which is also good, but not Kalpas and uhhh he needs to have a little more roasty with his toasty

#kalpas x reader #honkai x reader #Emile (HI3) x Reader #Kalpas x Emile #Kalpas x Reader x Emile #azaryawrites #tamalethebear #cross posted on ao3 #edited finally!

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boopsterliv · 2 years

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Canaryfire soft prompt: Hanging out together often

(Quentin and two of his daughters go help his other daughter (who captains a timeship) with a mission. He then finds out that his oldest is incredibly oblivious. It is crack filled chaos! Feel free to prompt me if you’re interested! AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/38856489)

“Baby, you didn’t have to come with me.” Quentin ran a hand through his hair as Laurel took the box he was holding from him. Felicity was checking her phone one last time for messages as they made their way to the rendezvous point.

“But I want to come. I miss Sara too. Plus, it’s always fun on the Waverider. I’ve missed it.”

Yeah, I’m sure Sara is the only reason you’re going, he thought wryly. Sara hadn’t been afraid to tell him how much Laurel had been spending time with her right-hand man. Mick Rory, arsonist, former Central City rogue, and now a Legend. The criminal part didn’t faze Quentin much-Sara was dating Rory’s criminal partner after all-but Laurel seemed oblivious to what was happening. At least, that was his suspicion. He hadn’t seen Laurel and Rory together at all.

“Well, I’m glad you’re tagging along!” Felicity replied, putting her phone back in her pocket. “I’m so excited to see the Waverider! It is so cool that Sara captains a time machine! I can’t wait to see her again, honestly. Yeah, we’re going on business, but it’s still gonna be awesome.”

“Speaking of business, why are you guys going on the Waverider?”

“The Legends have a mission in Starling!” Felicity explained excitedly. “Sara called your dad in order to help them strategize and stuff. Of course, they can obviously do it on their own, but even the professional thieves wanted some insight on the past police patterns. It’d be harder without our insight. We’re invaluable in this mission! I think. Are we? I didn’t ask Sara!”

Laurel laughed. “Fliss, of course you’re invaluable. Sara will be excited to see you.”

“Please, I’m expected to show up! You, on the other hand? Oh my glob, Sara is going to scream! She’ll be so excited!”

Quentin chuckled, seeing the ship come into view. “I think she’ll be excited to see all three of us, Felicity.”

“Well, I really hope s-wowwwwwww. This is so cool! It’s every sci-fi fan’s dream come to life!” Felicity looked like she was five seconds away from suddenly combusting and lighting on fire. She might be reaching her nerd limits, and if she didn’t survive Donna would have his head.

“It is impressive,” Quentin agreed. “Although we shouldn’t stand here looking for too long. We’ve got a mission to get done.”

Felicity, although clearly ready to geek out, schooled her expression and took a deep breath. She was usually bubbly, friendly, and sweet, but she knew when to get serious. Laurel, dressed in an oversized brown flannel (how had he not noticed it before?), shrugged.

“Looks like a spaceship to me.”

Felicity’s mouth dropped open, and presumably whatever retort she was going to give was lost as all that came out was a high-pitched croak. Quentin gave a snort and walked up to the open ramp, his daughters-he wasn’t married to Donna yet, but Felicity was practically his third kid-following behind him.

Quentin went through the ship, using his memory to remember which way to go since the last time he was here to visit Sara a few months ago. Laurel and Felicity followed, both looking at the walls with very different levels of enthusiasm. Finally, they made it to the bridge.

“Well, well, well. What do we have here? A couple of trespassers?” Sara said jokingly. She looked happy right now, and Quentin felt nothing but love for his daughter. She had been through so much, and now stood strong with everyone around her giving her nothing but respect and admiration.

“Look at that, Daddy. You’re now a criminal.” Laurel laughed as he shot a mock glare at her.

“Well then, I suppose we should get started?” the older gentleman-Professor Stein if he remembered correctly-tentatively asked. Sara nodded in agreement as she welcomed in her family and gave each of them a big hug. Apparently, the AI had made two seats for the expected guests.

“I can stay standing, Laurel,” he offered, but his oldest set the box down on the weird table and shook her head stubbornly.

“No way. You were invited, I was the surprise. I’ll be fine.”

“But Laurel...” Felicity started, before Mick Rory (it was hard to forget what he looked like) stood up and shrugged.

“You can have my seat. I can stand.”

“Mick...” Laurel started, but the former(?) arsonist/criminal shrugged.

“It doesn’t matter much to me.”

“But... I don’t know, I feel guilty? I take a lot of stuff from you...”

“Like his shirt!” a woman of middle eastern decent exclaimed. She must’ve been new to the team. But he didn’t have time to think about that.

“Excuse me... what?”

“Oh, yes, detective,” Leonard started, with a smirk that meant trouble (he was usually already on thin ice to begin with when it came to him), “Miss Canary is wearing one of Mick’s old shirts. He found it when he moved into his new room.”

While part of Quentin was tempted to rise to the uncomfortable bait, he kept himself focused on the first thing. “Baby, why didn’t you tell me you were seeing this guy?”

But Laurel just blinked, and Rory gave a confused grunt. “What do you mean? Mick and I aren’t dating. Daddy, I would’ve told you if I was dating someone.”

“But... but you talk about him all the time!”

“So? We’re friends and friends talk about each other.”

“You’re usually spending all of your free time with him.”

“Yeah, because we have fun together. Again, we’re friends.”

“You also wear all the gifts he gets you.”

Laurel blushed and touched the phoenix charm on her necklace. “He hasn’t gotten me a lot of gifts.”

“Well-baby-you’re wearing his shirt!” Quentin felt exasperated. But the two of them just blinked. This was like a detective case. He now had evidence of his suspicions that the two of them had... feelings for each other. Except they don’t realize they do.

“Obliviousness runs in the family, Daddy,” Sara muttered in his ear before clapping her hands and taking control of the mission planning. Quentin was left not knowing which was worse.

The fact another one of his daughters was in love with a criminal, or the fact she didn’t realize it.

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cruddyborderlandstheories · 5 years

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omg okay so i was totally ignorant but now i am enlightened because the brilliant @h00f sent me the booth video recording and im dying over it so here we goooo. i recorded it and uploaded the vid into davinci resolve so i could zoom in and also go through frame by frame.

tl;dr: so its all good its all good UM TYREEN’S TATTOOS WENT MISSING ON HER FOREARM AND THEN SHE SUCKED A MONSTER AND THEY REAPPEARED so it’s all good it’s all good im not having a crisis. im not. i thiiiiiiiiink we see the Vault of Promethea (the one with the cranes, but lilith also says “wherever the hunt for the vaults takes us” which throws me off a bit. still kinda think it’s promethea tho).

so not what i was expecting to be doing at 2:32 am but you know what? this is okay, borderlands gives me literally infinite energy

and new content? HOH BOY i am going to go so fucking in depth. hold onto ur horses. i was working on my mock intro to the game but this is so much better

UMM?? HOLY SIHT????

THAT’S THE SAME TILE AS THE ONE IN THE TEMPLE

I THOUGHT THIS WAS ON EDEN-6???

same tile on the wall on the right there

those guardian statues have staffs!!! that’s so rad, like the Watcher and shit, they also have less big necks?? or they might be bowing down. they look a lot more humanoid than the guardian/eridian statues im used to!!!

like as far as i can see they don’t have the butt spikes? maybe these are just super well preserved and thus not broken/spiky/cracked!! I do think the staffs are awesome! I know the Watcher carried one and so do some in TPS (I don’t recall seeing any in bl1 with staffs? im pretty sure they used their energy claw things) so maybe these are a higher tier of guardian than the ones we see in bl1? (which, if the Eridians wanted us to open Pandora’s vault as punishment for stealing fire the tech on Promethea, then that would make sense)

AND THE CRANES! and the buildings!!!!! is this Promethea’s vault? there’s something in the sky near the moon (?) so i thought maybe that was the asteroid belt but... it’s only condensed in one area..?

it looks like a rocky place (you know, the quasmarian quarry Typhon mentions?!), i could see it, it looks super well-kept!!! my only problem?? it’s not underground/next to a cliff or anything. i guess it’s actually possible with those cranes and shit that it’s been excavated completely

i think we walk out of a temple here, which makes me think this is connected to the temple with all those monster dudes in it (also i can’t be the only one who thinks the blue sparkles on the statue on the far left makes it look like it has a shiny thicc butt. i CANNOT be the only one)

you know this one

well ACTUALLY in the We Are Mayhem trailer we DO see one of these guys!!! he’s on Maliwan’s side as the VHs are running across the bridge and im pretty sure that is Promethea!

IM PRETTY SURE

the neon lights and shit make me think it is in fact the city!!! maybe a part of the city that’s been totally overrun by Maliwan??

okay im certain this is promethea, those turrets we 100% see in the gameplay reveal trailer (below)

i thought i recognized that silhouette!

so unless maliwan is carting those demon dudes from a different planet to use in their army, I’m going to guess the huge ass temple was excavated from when Typhon found it (explaining the cranes and buildings) and Maliwan maybe took control with the CoV and somehow?? got control of those big demon boys. not quite sure tbh

OKAY SO THIS IS SO AWESOME ASDFGFHGJFK IM NERDING THE HELL OUT I LOVE ERIDIAN STUFF AAAA OKAY SORRY IM JUST ADSFSGFHYDJUK

AND THIS ONE LOOKS SO TINY?? I AAAA I KNOW IT’S NOT BUT??

THIS FEELS LIKE IT WOULD BE THE VAULT ON ATHENAS (IF THERE IS ONE) THOSE STAIRS (??) ARE GIVING ME THE VIBE. THERE IS UNFORTUNATELY NOT A LOT TO WORK OFF OF HERE, BUT THE PROJECTION THING IT’S DOING IS NEATO!!

okay so this is either paint or light. and i can’t tell if that’s a person up there or a statue or something? I feel like i can’t almost see a cross or something so...

THEN IT CUTS TO THIS? AND HOLY STARGATE VIBES BATMAN I LOVE IT

i have a huuuuge feeling at least one of these Vaults is going to appear in like a cutscene of a flashback where Rhys and/or Fiona describe what happened at the end of Tales. The reason I’m bringing this up right now is because this Vault is just... in a void. There’s nothing around it except that gradient which is really bizarre to me.

JUST

ALL OF THIS

HOLY HELL THAT LOOKS LIKE A FORTRESS IN THE BACKGROUND MAYBE THAT’S WHERE THE TWINS ‘LIVE’? I IMAGINE THEY HAVE SOME SORT OF PLACE TO SLEEP AT THE VERY LEAST

it has the mouthpiece shape on the top up there? although i guess that could also be a VERY crude statue of someone raising their hands to the sky?? but it looks like the mouthpiece symbol.

another shot of the HBC

intro to the rc

what i am assuming is the back area of the RC? but uh... given what we saw above, maybe this is in their fortress area???? imagine lilith teleports away because the twins stole the key from us and we have to sprint to their fortress base and when we get there it opens into a cutscene and Lilith is crawling on the ground away from them

mhmhmhmhmhmmm

heyo look at those shapes and colors on the left there. you know exactly what im gonna say

im gonna say it anyway

inhale atlasatlasatlasatlasatlasatlasatlasatlasatlas

okay i think i got it out of my system

it could also be dahl architecture (because it looks very very similar to the RC) painted with the colors of the CoV. Could also be that.

i do think it’s interesting because this is almost the exact same shot as this!!

which means this is here

and i can 100% see this being in their fortress (???) and not the RC. The RC has that huge area in the back we don’t explore yet, so it could be there but... now I’m thinking... what if that’s just so we find the clue that the sun smashers gave the key to the twins in the HBC? Like i know i said the room Shiv comes out of is gonna be it but... maybe the whole area is just for quest stuff? or there’s a loot room or smth. idk. it’s good to keep ur mind open to alternative possibilities, is all

we get to learn what color Tyreen’s power actually is! ... I think? I’m pretty sure. like im hopeful this happens before she steals Lily’s powers...? but?? anyway although the vid is washed out, if we look at the shot from the dev trailer, it seems to be purple/red. I thought it was straight red, but guess not. Unless this IS after she stole Lily’s powers and that’s why she’s looking at it like that LMAO. i don’t know!!

Troy with a little robot buddy! Did he build that?! it’s adorable! it reminds me of the one in the RC but without a snake body. I wonder if his body mods/arm/neural implants let him control it. that’d be so rad

... why did the background start glowing???

ty in the hbc!!!

same shot with troy. i think this is the same cutscene as the reveal trailer one (VS the Calypso Twins) just at a slightly different angle/animation

oh shit is that a demon boy in the background? i think it might be

definitely looks like the temple area!! those spikes look like they could’ve been part of one’s wings, you can even see the thin skin bit stretched out on the left next to tyreen. also... is that an eyeball on the part in the middle there? that’s horrifying. no thank you.

so far, literally the closest we see Troy near one. This is 100% after he shed the monster skin like a snake. ... I’m kidding. mostly.

also i can’t believe my art of the twins giving the rock on symbol is actually legit. i posted that literally the morning before their personalities were revealed in the demo, im so happy

if this is not the video we see in Shiv’s room I’m gonna be so disappointed. is that a sword behind the box? Also i think i understand why the Map Machine Broke now. I am under the assumption this happens before they steal lily’s powers, but it’s entirely possible it’s after! this looks like the area they steal them in, so maybe lily sees it on live stream and is like “NOPE FUCK THIS” and teleports in to steal it. that’d be really interesting... still hoping they steal her tats after the HBC tho. im gon b really upset if they dont lol (not really, because it’s fucking bl3, but like... why would u then go put the map with mouthpiece... why...)

troy has his tattoos here! that or his skin has been peeled off and he’s losing a lot of blood. let’s say he has his tattoos so i can sleep tonight :)

cuts to him catching the key? almost want to say this is a different scene entirely than the previous one. same area, probably though

hmhmhmhmhm the fortress (?????) doesn’t seem to be connected to a rock wall at all (it’s elevated on like a plateau) so you know what, maybe this IS in the RC afterall!

fuckin mlg over here

oh it stops glowing again. you know maybe its on like a timer/pulsing or something. maybe that’s not important lol

back at the monster. why does tyreen look nervous/in pain? AND WHERE DID HER FOREARM TATTOOS GO???

OH MY GOD

THEY ONLY START REAPPEARING AFTER SHE DOES THE SUCK ON SOMETHING BELOW HER

WAIT HOLD UP

UMM

wTF???

i think that’s the horn or part of the monster they were sitting on/had killed???

holy shit. are tyreen’s tattoos/powers temporary and she has to continuously suck the life force out of stuff to keep them going??????? maybe stronger stuff = longer battery life??? holy shit.

troy in jakobs manor! explains the psychos with tv heads being hung everywhere

i was about to say this was the HBC but its not. ‘HOLY CHILDREN’ maybe this is where the VHs are walking forward with the giant spike head behind them. you know, this area?

altho that would be the outside of it. ACTUALLY maybe this is the entrance to the fort?? the walls like like castle walls lol

what in the holy fuck is that thing??

it looks like a fucking dragon??? sitting on a wire ball?

where the heck is this? in the temple area maybe? i don’t ever remember the floors glowing, but they do look similar.

oh and the twins shake forearms again. maybe Tyreen is giving Troy half her powers or something and whenever she does her tattoos start to disappear so she has to suck more energy from other stuff to keep them present??

to this shot, so it’s a possibility. maybe they figured out how to “activate” stuff or something! And i am kinda thinking this is on Promethea now because of the Vault being similar? and the big demon boys appearing. but again like... the Eridians were kinda EVERYWHERE so it’s hard to say for certain even if the architecture looks similar. of course it would, they were goddamn everywhere. still curious as to why Little Blue gets that book, though. is it typhon’s book? a siren’s book? a researcher’s book? one of her ancestor’s books? i don’t know! lol

another shot of this. is this actually a vault???? it seems small and tbh the vaults are usually like... not shaped/designed like this? maybe it’s a statue. idk this feels wrong saying it’s a Vault. it doesn’t even have the inscriptions. maybe the academic district on athenas has a statue of a vault bc they’ve got a bunch of weird shit like Amara’s tattoos on a building and a vault symbol for a door so why the heck not this too lmao

the circus area with the ferris wheel! im so excited for this area. hype hype. it looks like it’s next to the motorcade. maybe this is where the big face arena place with pain and terror is, too!!! i could see the whole arena type deal being in a giant red circus tent

oooo where the fuck is this?? im interested. my first thought was a spaceship bc of the machinery (?) in the back but... maybe not?

maybe some part of the CoV spaces we’ve already seen? the railing in the back makes me think so.

back in the HBC!

space shot of Promethea (the asteroid belt and city lights)

it was at this point in the vid i started crying (like for real lol)

god im so ready for this game

Sanc-III!

colors check out

im still wondering where that blue ship is...

they have totally different paint designs and the blue one is on the cover art as well!!! what is UP with that gearbox?!

anyway, this is TAKE OFF and also a nice shot of Elpis in the background. the crackening lava seems to have died down over 7 or so years. good for her.

“Pandora”. i love the sky, holy shit that’s gorgeous. what’s in the sky there by the moon? i don’t know! maybe sanc-iii actually DOES have a cloaking device. damn, i was kidding, but that’d be amazing

eden-6! with the jakobs manor in the background. this looks vvvv similar if not the same area we got the moze gameplay in

Promethea!!!!!!! wow this place is gorgeous holy shit

as this shot appears lily says “wherever the hunt for the Vaults takes us” which is likely implying this isn’t promethea. athenas, then? It’s possible, we see Maliwan has occupied at LEAST the academic district so i could see them excavating a Vault.

THERE’S A BIRD where do we see birds??? on eden-6, but this 100% does not look like eden-6 to me... it would explain the temple, though....... because tannis has the floor tile in her office the same time she’s crawling around inside a dino so... maybe???

we’ll have to see! I kinda hope it’s promethea, seeing large buildings and cranes and shit would only really fit my views of Promethea and Pandora.... the whole area is giving off weird blue sparkly effects, maybe it has been teleported or summoned or something? i don’t really know what’s up with that tbh.

it cuts off on this shot

wondering if this is like a character selection screen or smth it reminds me of the persona “press start” screens haha

also the art in the background is pretty rad. anyway that’s all for now folks

im gonna go pass out now, it’s 4:12 in the am. gnight

edit: i got my acronyms for the hbc and rc messed up bc i am a v tired.

#borderlands #bl3 #borderlands 3 #oh man oh me oh my #panel breakdown #the calypso twins #tyreen calypso #has anyone else noticed that about her tattoos yet?#i was busy working on my mock opening so all i got was the message then ran to do this asap lol #i would just like someone to tell me if im crazy or not #because i swear she doesn't have tattoos on her forearm #and then they appear #after she starts using her powers

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