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just viscerally relived andor's escape from the inertia so i guess i have to write a oneshot about it now because HOUGH
#this is how most of our fics happen btw#i black out and imagine a scenario while someone else pilots and then i come back to reality and go 'ok' and write it#ray's tag#man. Man.#this is literally just going to be me retelling the whole event with some alterations in dialogue#im allowed to do that because its my writing
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tom holland’s school of manifestation | a charles leclerc social media au
pairing: charles leclerc x supermodel!reader
charles has a big crush on world renowned supermodel, y/n l/n. who would’ve thought she’d return the feelings.
notes: very much travis kelce x taylor swift inspired. faceclaim is yasmin wijnaldum! btw i try to improve with each post (like how i write/pace the story) so if you have any suggestions, pls (veryvery kindly) tell me!! :))
disclaimer: SORRY FOR TYPOS. GOOGLE TRANSLATE (and from american high school lol) FRENCH. KYM ILLMAN MENTIONED LOL. none of the information in this social media au is factual. i do use old photos of charlotte and charles, and usually i don't like to include pictures of their ex or current gfs in these fics (only bc i want to keep it as imaginative as possible and i feel like adding them kinda gives you a reality check while reading LOL) so lmk your opinions on that!
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voguemagazine Since beginning modeling at the age of 14, Y/N L/N has cemented herself as the most influential supermodel of all time. As of 2023, she is now the world’s highest paid model surpassing Kendall Jenner who previously led the list. Throughout her career, she has made 39 appearances on international Vogue covers.
Tap the link in our bio to read the full profile. Photographed by @/leannafitz, Written by Phil Stevenson, Styled by @/sheri_simmons, Vogue, February 2023.
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user MOTHER IS MOTHERING
user omg as someone who has been a fan since she began in 2011, i’m so proud of her 😭
user she's the definition of perfection
user LOL ariana (charles), what are you doing here
↳ user his little crush on her is soo cute 😩
↳ user he’s just like us fr lmaoo
user her walk is legendary like it reminds me so much of naomi
user i was gonna say she’s the model of our generation but that’s wrong. she’s actually the top model of all time 😩😩😩
user i’m glad to see a non-nepo baby be on top of the list
↳ user no literally like no shade to bella, kendall, and them but y/n had to fight tooth and nail to be here
↳ user frrr bc most of the nepo baby models are great, don’t get me wrong. however, they were allowed to make mistakes during their career in order to improve. y/n was not privileged enough to have that. like ppl don’t understand the insane expectations that were placed on her ever since she entered the industry, but she exceeded those expectations every. single. time. and that’s why she deserves this title
user she’s so beautiful
user i would die for y/n
user nothing could describe the amount of affection i have for this woman omfg
charleslc_updates
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charleslc_updates Charles and Arthur talking about Y/N L/N (again lol) in a recent interview 👀
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user lmaoooooo relatable
user omg i'm new to f1 but i've always been a y/n stan i'm freaakkkinng out but wdym again??
↳ user lmaooo charles is always trying to bring up y/n
user the leclerc brothers 🥰🥰
user it was so cute to see the both of them in one video
user this man fr blushed AHAH cute
user i get it charles i too have the biggest crush on y/n
↳ user lol literally like get in line dude
↳ user back of the line bucko
user i've never seen a man so down bad for someone he's never met
user y/n what are you doing girl if you don't want him ILL DO IT
user @/yourusername
↳ user LMAO YESSS @/yourusername
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ynupdates Y/N opening the 2023 Chanel by Karl Lagerfeld show during Paris Fashion Week.
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user omg she absolutely killed it
user god does she need a dog? i can bark
user i love seeing her thrive
user quick charles this is your chance!!! she’s in paris 😭😭😭 @/charles_leclerc
↳ user lmaooooo not you tagging him but literally though
↳ user no srsly please mr. "i hope our paths cross soon" you don't understand i need this to happen
user yall saw that walk??? ugh y/n the woman that you are
user i don’t get the hype. all she does is walk.
user NAHHHH SHE ATEEE THAT
user i’m so happyyyy 🥺 y/n is so booked and busy she’s really out here doing multiple back to back shows for paris fashion week
↳ user same! it’s crazy that she gets to open and close multiple shows, especially ones like chanel!
user i love that so many people are going to these shows just to see y/n
user i could make this exact dress with my curtains
user if i ever meet her in real life i would die happily
yourusername
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yourusername rien de mieux que d'etre a la maison [no place like home]
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gigihadid sexy lady
↳ yourusername already missing you
user i keep forgetting she's part french
user you absolutely KILLED those shows
voguemagazine iconic ⭐️
alexademie 🔥🔥
user beautiful girl!!
user omggg charles liking this LOL
↳ user it's actually frustrating me that this man has no game like i'm rooting for you cmon
↳ user lmaooo literally though i'm just hoping he's pulling some strings behind the scenes
anokyai 😍😍😍
user la plus belle fille [the most beautiful girl]
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↳ user if this is him shooting his shot 😭😭
↳ user lol charles is down so bad he's even going through the comments
user am i just crazy but why are there two drinks in the second post? like is this supposed to be a very soft launch
↳ user it's probably gigi 😭😭 she did comment saying that they were hanging out with each other
↳ user but why not just take a pic of her tho
deuxmoi
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deuxmoi Y/N L/N & Charles Leclerc spotted hanging out with each other in Paris
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user NO WAY OMG
user i'm actually in disbelief how tf did charles get here
user i knew you could do it charles!!
user TURN IT UP IVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS ONE
user so are they dating???
user CHARLES FR WINNING RN AHAH
↳ user NO LITERALLYYY HES BEEN DREAMING ABOUT THIS FOR AGES
↳ user he manifested this 😭
user they look sooo good together
user why does he look so srs
↳ user give my man a break 😩
↳ user well it looks like he’s not your man anymore 😭😭
user omgg this is like a fairytale
user wait i'm kinda obsessed with this
user i’m so invested
kymillman
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kymillman Y/N AND CHARLES
Ferrari driver Charles Leclerc is joined at the track today by top supermodel, Y/N L/N. This is the first time Y/N is with him and she clearly shines in front of the camera.
Her debut at the grid has quickly become a popular topic as fans and drivers alike are intrigued by the presence of one of the most famous women in the world.
For A3 prints, hand-signed & numbered by a range of drivers/team principals head to kymillman.com #f1 #formula1 #signedprints #japanesegp #CharlesLeclerc #Y/NL/N
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user SHDJEJ IM ACTUALLY GOING FERAL
user mom and dad 😩
user so it’s official???
↳ user i mean this is the hardest launch they could have done other than posting 😭
user i’m a charles fan and even i’m surprised he got her to date him
user i’m rooting for them so much 🥺🥺
user she’s serving though
user i’m watching the race rn and they literally keep talking about y/n being there AHH
↳ user i always forget she’s kind of a big deal
user kym gets on my nerves but this picture is actual gold
user it's so obvious that this is a publicity stunt
↳ user nah but for who? bc i know damn well that neither charles nor y/n need it
↳ user obviously not for them but maybe it's to gather more attention for f1
↳ user girl i need u to listen to urself rn 😭 bc that makes no sense
user idk who charles is and idk what the hell f1 is but best believe i’m tuning in next race just to see y/n
↳ user literally me girl i can’t believe i’m watching cars drive in a circle rn
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yn_updates Some moments of Y/N being mentioned by drivers during the Formula 1 race
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user i swear it was like every minute i'd hear y/n's name
user the way that all the drivers are aware of charles's long time obsession with y/n LOL
↳ user i just know charles is the type to never shut up about her ahaha
user she's literally THE y/n l/n. i mean if viewers are sky rocketing just by her being there, imagine her impact if she had actively promoted it
↳ user she's so iconic
↳ user no bc i love y/n so much that i just forced myself to watch rich grown men vroom vroom in circles for almost 2 hrs just to catch a glimpse of her
user i'm in love with her life
user LMAOOO THE DRIVERS TEASING CHARLES
user lando's so funny 😭😭
user y/n and f1 stans are being FED today wow
user is it just me or am i kinda annoyed about how often they're bringing her up like my girl can't even support her bf in peace
↳ user yea i'm eating it up but also feeling bad for y/n at the same time. the attention is definitely a double edge sword.
user apparently she was with joris most of the time 🥺
user this is literally straight from a fairy tale i can't
user didn't they just meet like a week ago
↳ user as far as we know they were first spotted together about a month ago by that deuxmoi post. but assuming from y/n and charles's past relationships, i don't think they'd be this comfortable going public without being together for a while
↳ user yea this has definitely been going on longer than we think/have been seeing
charles_leclerc
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charles_leclerc J'ai toujours su que c'était toi. Joyeux anniversaire, mon amour ❤️ [I've always known it was you. Happy birthday, my love]
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yourusername merci, mon cœur ❤️ [thank you, my heart]
yourusername je suis raide dingue de toi [i'm madly in love with you]
↳ charles_leclerc l'amour de ma vie [the love of my life]
user are we interrupting something...
user i can’t believe it’s already been 6 months since they first went public
user throwing myself down the stairs as we speak
user they don't know it yet but we're actually a throuple
user happy birthday y/n!!!
user in love with their love 🥺
user lmfaoooo i just know charles is on cloud 9 this man literally sees y/n and is blind to everything else
↳ user he's sooo cute, he's like a love sick puppy
user i still think this is a pr relationship
user god i'd die for someone to look at me the way charles looks at y/n in that second pic
user this is my roman empire
user i'm so obsessed with them it's insane
user our generation's brad and angelina
↳ user don't say that wtf my parents are never separating
user pls don't ever breakup 😭😭
#f1 instagram au#f1 x reader#f1 social media au#f1 imagine#charles leclerc imagine#charles leclerc x reader#charles leclerc social media au#supermodel!reader#f1 smau#f1 fic#charles leclerc fic
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pairing: dad!lando x mom!reader
warnings: so much fluff, tooth rotting
a/n: hello all! thank you guys for your endless support and request I've been getting! I promise I haven't forgotten your fics, I'm working on them I swear. here's a fic I wrote a couple of weeks ago while you wait! btw this literally happened in a dream of mine so I feel like I just HAD to write it.
It was an early morning in Monaco, the sun had just risen, there were faint snores coming from beside you. You could make one out to be your husband having just got home from a long race weekend, and your little boy, Atticus. When Lando got home from a race weekend, he made it a habit to put him in our bed to sleep.
You watch the identical faces for just a moment more before jumping out the bed. You loved days after a race, everything felt like it was finally in place again. You especially loved the morning after, you and Lando created a routine that started before your little one was born. You’d wake up before him and run to the little breakfast nook at the end of the block to grab his favorite.
After dressing, brushing your teeth, yada yada, you set off. You had a pep in your step, bouncing a little with each stride, feeling lighter and lighter knowing your other half was waiting for you at home, snuggled up with your little creation. You giggled to yourself, realizing how crazy you must have looked to the people passing by.
The bell rang above the door as you eagerly pushed it open. The owner saw you and smiled, knowing exactly what was coming. “The usual I assume?” She asked cheekily. You blushed and nodded, “Can you add some tater tots and an apple juice please? Atticus has been in a phase lately.” The owner simply nodded as you paid as she got to work.
As you sat in a small table in the corner, you could see a small group of girls looking your way, trying ti be subtle on the fact that they recognized you. You smiled and shyly waved causing the girls to walk over slowly. “Hi! Are you Y/N?” One of the girls asked. “I am! How are you guys this morning?” You were happy to make conversation with them, feeling better at the fact most of Lando’s fans didn’t despise you. After a few minutes of talking about the recent race, what they were excited to see, they asked for a photo. You had one of the workers take it before handing you the food. You waved goodbye to the small group of girls, smiling to yourself at the softhearted interaction.
You couldn’t contain yourself as you worked your way through the door. You sat everything out on the counter and prepared it like it was a five star meal. You set Lando’s burrito out, eggs, bacon, cheese, on a plate. You scooped some tater tots in a bowl and poured the juice in a small sippy cup for the little one.
Just as you finished, Lando came trudging down the stairs. He was dressed in gray sweats, no shirt and his hair sticking up in different directions with that sleepy look in his eyes. “Hi baby, welcome home.” You quietly whispered. He came around the counter to where you were standing and latched onto you.
You stood there completely at ease with him in your arms, the feeling of his heartbeat against yours, his warm tan skin, the smell of his cologne-everything about him made your heart sing. He started placing small kisses on your cheek and jaw, no hidden intention behind it, just wanted to feel your skin under his lips. He pulls away with a groan, “I forgot the babe upstairs.” I giggled and pushed up towards the stairs, and watch him lumber up to your room to grab Atticus.
You tuned back to the food for a moment before setting it on the island so everyone could reach it easily. Lando came down the stairs holding your baby boy, dressed the same, with identical looks of tiredness and you audibly cooed. “Hi my little star,” You grabbed a tot from his bowl, hid it behind your back, and walked closer to softly pinched the babes cheek. “did daddy dress you the same?” Atticus pulled his gummy smile, only a couple of teeth in the front, and rubbed his bright green eyes. Lando placed his hand around your waist to pull you closer to him. “It’s kind of unfair that I carried you for nine months but you’re a carbon copy of your dad.” You ruffled his curly hair. Lan huffed, “Could be worse.” You nodded in agreement and pulled the tot from behind your back and offered it to Atticus. His eyes lit up seeing his favorite food. His chubby fingers reached out and snatched it from your hand and tried to put the whole thing in his mouth. You and Lan laughed before he gently pulled it away. “My little duckling, you can’t just shove it like that, you’ve got to bite.” Lando tried to imitate a bite so Atty could do the same. Instead, he started to laugh and shoved the whole thing in his mouth.
“Yeah, that’s your son love” Lando looked down at you with a disgruntled look, making you join in on the laughter. You lay your head on his shoulder and like it was a reflex, softly kissed your forehead. Atticus leaned down, sticky hand out to lay on your cheek, and tried to kiss your forehead just like his father did moments before. It ended up leaving a wet mark on your forehead, it’s not like he knew had to give his mom a kiss, he was just trying to copy his dad.
You heard Lando take a big breath in, and without looking away from Atticus,
“Let’s have another one.”
“Lando!”
#lando norris imagine#lando norris x female reader#lando norris x y/n#lando norris x reader#lando norris fluff#mclaren#formula one#formula 1
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hey i was wondering if you could write a warren rojas x reader fic where the reader is an absolute rockstar and what their relationship would be like since they’re two musicians dating one another while living with the six
i love ur writing
tyyy 💕💕💕
Rhythm of Our Love
pairing: warren rojas/rhodes x fem! reader
a/n: hi! tysm for ur request and hopefully I fulfilled it the best I could. also u didn't specify if you wanted fem or gender neutral reader so i kind of just went with fem if that's okay. also this fic kind of ran away from me so I guess you just get to spend 5.3k words falling more in love with warren (I personally like longer fics). oh and there's a lot of billy bashing in this, which wasn't really intentional but yk it happens. oh and btw i hadn't watched the new episodes yet when i wrote this so this is really just mixed with some book events so book spoilers (!!) - reader is kind of like female pete if that makes sense
tw: drug mentions (mescaline, weed, pills), addiction mentions, billy bashing (don't know if that qualifies as a warning lmao), swearing, cigarette smoking, mentions of cheating (billy and camila - not warren + reader)
description: the rise to fame of a band and the love story between the drummer and bassist that accompanies it.
Y/N (bassist for Daisy Jones & The Six): Is this on? Yeah okay right. So where do you want me to start? The beginning. Geez okay let’s start at the beginning then.
You grew up living next to the Dunne brothers and ended up taking up bass after listening to Queen and The Beatles. John Deacon and Paul McCartney made those songs what they were and you were proud to be able to play something similar to them. So it was only natural that you ended up joining the Dunne brothers after Graham accidentally heard you playing one summer night.
Y/N: God I can remember the first time I played with them so clearly. They had become a pretty established band in Hazelwood but Chuck had quit, wanting to go to dental school or some shit like that, so they were going to give the bass part to Eddie, until Graham found me.
Eddie: Y/N was a lifesaver. I would have to play bass if Graham hadn’t gotten her to join. Plus she was one of the best things that could have happened to the band.
It was a chilly night but you rocked up to your neighbor’s garage wearing a pair of flared jeans and a butterfly top. Your bass slung over your shoulder and a cigarette between your lips.
Warren: Y/N was a total rockstar from the beginning. And the way she carried herself that night, man, she was the most attractive woman I had ever seen.
“So are we ready to get this show on the road? I’ve been working on the sheets that Graham gave me yesterday.” You said as you entered the small room where all the boys were already tuning up and Warren was playing a random rhythm on the drums.
“We’re opening for the Winters in two days. Make sure you aren’t still ‘working’ on those sheets.”
“Sir, yes, sir.” You gave him a little salute whilst rolling your eyes which learned a few laughs from the group and a frown from Billy.
“Whatever, let’s just get this going.”
Graham: Billy was an asshole when he first met Y/N. Similar to how he was with Daisy, but he knew we needed her.
Eddie: Y/N handled Billy better than I think anyone ever has. She met his challenges with blunt sarcasm and humor. Anyone who could deal with his bullshit made an instant friend with me.
Warren: I don’t think she knew how hot I found her at that moment.
Y/N: I knew. I mean I had been harboring a little crush on Warren since middle school. I wanted to impress him and I would say I succeeded.
Warren: She had a crush on me in MIDDLE SCHOOL? If I had known that it would have made things a hell of a lot easier.
Y/N: Fast-forward two days, came the night that changed everything. I mean my first gig was the time we opened for the Winters. My fingers were cramping and I had a horrible backache from the amount of practice I had been doing. On a plus side I got to meet Camila. She was just… incredible. God knows that Billy doesn’t deserve that wonderful woman at all.
You were running on a total of 2 hours of sleep. The past two nights had been spent practicing the pieces over and over again by yourself. And then the days were filled with practice with the boys. The band needed this to be perfect and you understood the weight of that completely. You were a rockstar. You were meant for this. At least that’s what you kept telling yourself as you walked into the performing area, staring wide eyed at the space.
Y/N: All I was thinking was: “You better not fuck this up.” That was the night we also met Karen. Karen Karen, my soon to be best friend. She was the keyboardist for The Winters and let’s just say Graham fell in love at first sight.
Right before we were about to go on stage a sudden crushing feeling started to encompass your chest. You were actually going to do this. Oh fuck.
Warren: I could tell she was having a freakout. I mean if it was my first time playing with a new band AND I had only had 2 days to practice I would have been hyperventilating. So I went up to her.
“What’s your favorite fruit?” That silky voice brought you out of your spiral with the most absurd question that had ever been uttered.
“Uh what?”
“What’s your favorite fruit? Mine personally are strawberries.”
“Oh umm I don’t know, I kind of like Y/F/F (your favorite fruit).”
“Cool, you good?” That was when you realized what he had done. You sent Warren a blinding smile and leaned to give him a quick peck on the cheek.
“Yeah thanks I owe you one.”
Warren: Call me a sap or whatever but I can still feel that kiss. I treasured that for a long time. Anyways, she was incredible that night.
Y/N: There was like this electrifying feeling of being on stage and playing to all those people. I wanted to feel like that forever. Maybe it was also pure exhaustion but I swear it felt like I was on a high.
Billy: She played really well, I mean for a person who had two days of practice.
Y/N: We met Rod Reyes after our set. The man was a douchebag but he planted that LA dream in all of us. I was probably too exhausted to have been making decisions of that kind but…
“If you all will have me, I say fuck it let’s go to LA!”
“Let’s go to LA!”
Y/N: None of us stayed for the Camila and Billy drama, so Warren dropped me off last. We smoked weed for a while. We talked about all that weird philosophical shit that you talk about when high. Then I crashed for a few hours.
It was raining buckets. You pulled up in your dad’s car outside of Warren’s house. You had those weirdly unattached parents who really didn’t give a damn about what you did. They already had their hopes pinned on your older brothers so when you asked if you could move to LA, your parents couldn’t have helped you pack up faster.
“Bye dad.”
“Bye sweetheart. Don’t forget your bass.” He gave you an uncomfortable hug before passing your last suitcase filled with small remnants of your life.
“Hey Mr. L/N. I can take that.”
“Thanks Graham.” He quickly put up your few suitcases on the roof and you waved at your dad as he disappeared into the blankets of rain.
“Ready?”
“Definitely.” Warren helped you into the van and you got situated in a comfortable spot. You lit up one of your cigarettes and opened up the pages of your slightly damp book, waiting for a while until finally everything seemed ready to go. Well not everything.
“Got room for one more?” Camila got into the van and sent you a little smile before cosying up next to Billy.
Y/N: That road trip was one of those things that was both horrible and incredible at the same time. But when we got to LA man wow it was like we were transported and then we met Rod Reyes, again. He was such an asshole but at least we finally had some gigs lined up and a house, but calling it that might actually be a bit generous.
Warren: Graham insisted we kept the haunted room for Karen. And obviously Billy and Camila got a room. Which meant Y/N was either stuck on the couch or rooming with one of us. And… Graham and Eddie already called the bunks.
“This is so fucking unfair! Why does your non-existent girlfriend get a room and I don’t?”
“She’s not my girlfriend!”
“Fuck you Graham. Where the fuck am I meant to sleep then huh?”
“Uh well Eddie and I are sharing the bunks.”
Y/N: It was like a really bad romance movie.
“You have got to be kidding me! Did any of you even think to count the rooms in this house?”
“Guys just shut the fuck up. Y/N you’re going to sleep in Warren’s room and that’s final. You’re all acting like children.”
Y/N: That was also one of the many times that Camila basically acted like our mother, in a good way.
“You know what, fine! I hope you’re happy Graham.” You said as you slammed the door to your new room and unpacked in a furious hurry.
Warren: There was a king sized bed that took up basically the entirety of our room. Honestly it was one of the worst rooms in the house, but at least it wasn’t haunted!
Y/N: Warren wanted to take the floor but if you saw that room you would know that the floor basically consisted of like a slab of wood. The closet and the bed took up the entire space and then there was this huge window. It didn’t even have curtains! Whoever designed that room was an idiot. But we didn’t have the money for anything else.
Warren: I tried to be a gentleman about it but like I would never have been able to sleep on the floor and I wasn’t sleeping outside.
Y/N: Not going to lie after that first night I was kind of grateful to Graham. Don’t tell him I said that though. Anyways we played so many gigs and were getting nowhere. And we were slowly running out of money. Oh and Karen did end up joining the band and she got the room.
You were all seated in some random diner with Camila counting out all the money you had gotten from gigs and your little part-time job working at a movie theater. On your side of the table sat Karen, Warren, you and then Eddie.
“Why are we still called the Dunne brothers, anyway?” That ended up sparking up a rather loud discussion of our side of the table against Billy. You rolled your eyes and leaned your head on Warren’s shoulder. You could see his stupid smile as he looked down at you so you just poked him in the ribs and he laughed.
“I for one am for changing the name.” You said as you took a drag of your cigarette, adding to the already thick cloud of smoke that surrounded the band.
“You see, Billy, basically the entire band is against you on this one.”
“No, no. The band name is what gives us credibility if we change it then all of our reputation goes out of the window.”
“Oh our Pittsburgh reputation really? Or maybe the reputation of not being able to get good gigs.” You barked back at the already angry man which made Eddie send you a grateful smile.
Then came the barrage of horrible name ideas, including one from Warren that made you look up at him from his shoulder in confusion and slight disgust.
“Look okay, the seven of us will never agree on the name.” That’s when it came to you.
“What about The Six?”
“Huh?” Everyone turned to you as you sat up and took a sip of Warren’s coffee.
“I mean no offense Camila but you aren’t technically part of the band so there’s six of us. We can be called The Six. The Five is used too much and The Seven sounds like way too many members so how about The Six?”
“You know what, I like it.”
“Me too.”
Y/N: So we had a shiny new band name, my relationship with Warren had gone from band mates to really good friends. And no I don’t mean that in an innuendo way but you get really close to someone you have to share a bed with every night. We had some good nights.
Warren: I always thought that Y/N would end up moving in with Karen after she joined but she didn’t. I think she knew that that room was haunted.
“So who do you think the most attractive person in the band is?” You and Warren were lying on the bed in a drug addled haze after taking some mushrooms he had gotten from one of his hippie friends.
“Huh?” You sluggishly turned to look at his face, finding that his eyes were already on you.
“Who do you think is the most attractive in the band?”
“Hmm I don’t know.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, I mean Graham and Billy aren’t my type. Eddie is hopelessly in love with Camila-”
“Wait what?”
“Dude are you blind?”
“No? I mean I know Graham likes Karen but she doesn’t like him.”
“That is like the most obvious observation I have ever heard.”
“Hey! So that just leaves… Camila, Karen and me. Wait, is Camila the person who you find most attractive? I’m not judging if she is.”
“I can’t lie she’s really pretty and Karen is absolutely stunning but no not the person I find most attractive.”
“Me?”
“Yes dumbass. Now it’s your turn to answer the question.”
“Oh that’s easy, you obviously.” You smiled bashfully at him as his mischievous smirk grew.
“You are too charming for your own good.”
“I could say the same thing about you.” That was when you both fell silent. Maybe it was the confidence the drugs gave you but you quickly gave him a kiss before backing away.
“You like me back?”
“Obviously you dumbass, I've liked you for ages. Why do you think I’ve been cuddling with you for the past few months? I don’t do that with every single person I know.”
“I don’t know.”
“Just shut up and kiss me again.”
Y/N: As I said, a really cheesy romance movie. But I found Warren and we fit like puzzle pieces.
Warren: We were high on shrooms when she kissed me. We didn’t do much else that night, other than kissing and then sleeping.
Y/N: I may have loved Warren but we weren’t sleeping together until I knew he was serious. I had seen him with the small amount of groupies that we had. I’m not a jealous woman but that right there boiled my very core.
Warren: I stopped hanging out with the groupies after that night. Y/N became the light of my life, I wasn’t going to ruin the only good thing going for me that wasn’t the band.
Y/N: Then Billy convinced Teddy Price to listen to one of our songs. I have no idea how he did it. The next few months after that song were the most anxiety I had ever experienced but they were also the happiest. I was doing what I loved and I was doing it with the person I loved. Then we got to record the album.
Karen: Y/N and Warren went official a few weeks before we got the album deal. They were the most obnoxiously cute couple I had ever been around. And they complemented each other incredibly well.
Graham: Honestly I take it as full credit to my genius that those two first got together.
Camila: Oh Y/N and Warren… god they were one of those strangely healthy couples. They were living the life, they had each other, the band and the drugs. They were insanely happy together.
Y/N: We were going to go on tour! That was huge for us and for me. A few days before we went though, Camila told us she was pregnant. They got married that night.
Warren: The wedding? Oh I don’t remember it that much. Mescaline… well it’s a powerful drug.
Y/N: Did Warren tell you we were on mescaline the entire night? Yeah. God, I wish I had been more present in that moment but we truly were having the time of our lives. Camila being pregnant also put things into perspective for us. Protection wasn’t a big thing in the 70s but I had been taking birth control after I read a few books. I wasn’t taking any chances.
Warren: Yeah we had a deep discussion about that. I think that was one of the many times where I realized how shit it was to be a woman of that time. I supported whatever she wanted to do fully.
Y/N: We went on tour. It was fine. Billy was an asshole but he went off the rails. I mean Warren and I were a bit out of control cause you know… fame. But Billy, he went hard on all the drugs and the groupies.
Warren: We were there to have a good time but I also recognized something in Billy that I never wanted to be. I stayed away from the hard drugs and sure we hung out with groupies but I would never betray Y/N like that.
Y/N: Then Camila arrived, heavily pregnant and she found Billy getting it on with some groupie. Fuck, I really tried to call her but you never want to hurt someone like that you know. Fast forward a few shows and well we found out Camila had given birth. Teddy put Billy in a rehab center. We cut the tour short and that fucked it up with the label. I think it also made me realize how incredibly lucky I was to have found Warren.
Warren: The next few months the band was idle. Y/N and I did a ton of mushrooms and we helped babysit Julia. It was actually really nice and domestic.
Y/N: I was bored out of my mind. I wasn’t suited for an idle lifestyle. When Billy decided to stop being an idiot and rejoined the band, things finally started to look up. And then we all met Daisy Jones.
“Why can’t we just have Karen or Y/N sing this stuff? If you want an edge we have that already.”
“Oh no way, Billy. I don’t sing, I’ll help with backing but that’s it.” You said as you stamped out your cigarette on the tray.
“I’m with Y/N. Plus I agree with Teddy, it will give us a new sound.” Billy stormed out of the room at that leaving you and the rest of the band to chuckle at his dramatics.
Y/N: We were all enraptured with her when she first walked into the studio. She was wearing a button down shirt and no pants. That made one hell of an entrance. And of course, Billy wasn’t pleased.
“Hi nice to meet you Daisy. I’m Y/N.” You said as she walked into the recording studio while Warren’s arm was secured around your shoulders.
“You too. Thank you all for having me.”
“You’re welcome.” Graham answered.
“Okay, let’s get this show on the road.” You and the rest of the band left the room and went into the production booth.
Y/N: She was incredible. Even if she did try to change up Billy’s song. Personally I always liked her version. After that recording session it all kind of blew up. Billy wanted to keep the song as it was and obviously he did that until Daisy showed up to one of our shows at The Whisky. We then headed out to our world tour, The Numbers tour as it was dubbed featuring Daisy Jones.
Warren: We were making money, a ton of money at that. Sold out shows everywhere we went.
Y/N: I’m pretty sure that was the tour that Karen and Graham started hooking up. Warren didn’t believe me, he had his own theories. Like he thought Bones, our lighting guy… *cue you breaking out into laughter*, sorry sorry, but geez yeah Warren was honestly the most clueless guy I had ever met and I loved him for it. Then came the show for Rolling Stone, that was an incredible show but Eddie… that man had basically become my brother at that point. What Billy did was one of the worst things he could have ever done to him.
Eddie: I couldn’t take it anymore so I had to do something.
Y/N: I understood why he smashed that guitar. I would have done the same thing. But my bass was also something I had basically built all by myself. I wasn’t going to hurt my baby.
After all of the drama, you quickly made your way over to Eddie before Jonah Berg came down. A cup of water in hand and a cigarette dangling from your lips.
“Ed?” You walked up next to your best friend and gave him a little shoulder nudge.
“Oh hey Y/N.” His voice sounded thick with underlying rage. One that you recognized all too well.
“I’m really fucking sorry.” And you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and pulled him into a hug.
Y/N: When you spend a long time around someone you kind of learn their tells. Warren and I were incredibly good at reading each other. And I was just incredibly similar to Eddie, so I knew how to help him… we both have really horrible tempers. Warren and the drugs had been helping but Eddie didn’t have a Warren.
Eddie: What Y/N did after that show… she knew I didn’t want to talk about it. She became my sister at that moment.
Y/N: I think Warren and I should have probably stopped Daisy. But we were sort of mooching off her stash. We promised each other to not go on the hard stuff but I think I was getting addicted.
Warren: Drugs were a normal thing in the 70s and we were having fun! But yeah I was feeling like I was starting to depend on pills.
Y/N: I was getting sloppy with my playing so I knew I needed to start weaning myself off it. We didn’t know much about addiction back then so it was hard to stop but we did the best we could. Well for one thing we didn’t go cold turkey.
Warren: When she told me, I understood her completely, I was feeling the effects of it too. We kind of talked through it a bunch and decided we should probably lay off the heavier psychedelics. Being rockstars meant you were down to have fun but if she wasn’t happy then I was going to try and remedy that.
Eddie: I think after the whole Glasgow thing I saw Y/N become more level headed. The same with Warren. I think they made some decision to get like moderately clean. They were still smoking pot and stuff but stopped with the pills and harder stuff.
Karen: I swear I thought they were either trying to get pregnant or Y/N already was. The fact that after that Rolling Stone interview they suddenly stopped taking anything stronger than weed is probably what made me suspicious.
Y/N: I ended up sitting next to Eddie for most of the flight back, leaving Warren to sleep. I think we were the only two band members that weren’t consulted about Daisy, but I honestly didn’t give a damn. It was nice to have another girl around and… I was probably feeling the withdrawal.
Warren: When we got back to LA, I bought a one-bedroom Gibson.
Y/N: Warren bought a boat and I bought a little house which has a boat dock, it was kind of like a perfect compromise.
Warren: I kept my boat mostly at Y/N’s house but we occasionally went on little trips. Mostly we drank beers on it and spent nights at the house. Y/N took up sports for some reason but I wasn’t going to complain, she looked hot.
Y/N: Yeah, I took up surfing, boxing and got into soccer. I was still practicing bass daily but without the band getting together much that summer, Warren and I kind of just did whatever. We smoked a lot of weed too. We were moderately clean and we were happy but I think deep down we missed life on the road.
Warren: Neither of us were ones for settling down. That’s probably why Y/N got into sports and I bought that boat. Oh and Eddie was around a lot. At first I thought he was trying to get into Y/N’s pants or something but they have this weird bond that reminded me of how my sisters and I acted.
Eddie: I visited Y/N and Warren A LOT. I don’t think they minded me being there, I basically took up permanent residence in Y/N’s spare bedroom. Y/N and I actually wrote a lot of songs during those days and we both got into surfing. And the LA surf scene was something else but I was itching for the road and they were too. So when the call came in from Graham we were all ready to leave.
Y/N: We got together in The Rainbow and that’s where everyone just started to talk about everything and what parts they wanted to play. I mean I was already writing my bass lines so I was fine in that department. Warren and I mostly stayed out of the conversation, just smoking and making little jokes.
Graham: I think this was one of the only times that Y/N was completely silent around Billy. I mean Warren and her had always been pretty independent but they seemed like they were in their own little world. Well that was at least until Eddie stepped in.
“Look I don’t want us to turn into some kind of pop group dynamic.”
“You know what I agree with Eddie.”
“Oh so you’re finally going to talk.”
“What the hell?! I didn’t have anything to contribute and was making it easier for you and now you’re getting mad at me for actually pitching in?”
Billy: Y/N and Eddie hated me. I don’t know what I ever did to them but they got on my nerves constantly.
Daisy: Y/N was a spitfire. Eddie and her kind of had this team dynamic that was based on ganging up on Billy. Not that he didn’t deserve it but there was always underlying tension.
Y/N: I never hated Billy. He just wasn’t someone I particularly liked. He thought the world revolved around him and he loved trying to be the boss. He never once listened to my ideas, even if I had been there from basically the beginning. Eddie and I were just getting fed up.
“Okay, everyone just calm down. Billy, Eddie does have a point.” Teddy Price was always the peacemaker in these things. You scoffed and leaned in closer to Warren who had taken to rubbing circles on your arm to calm you.
Y/N: We walked out of there with a new name: Daisy Jones & The Six. I guess you can call that the beginning of the end. While Daisy and Billy went off to compose, the rest of us worked on Aurora together. By the time we were going to play it for Billy I think it sounded pretty incredible but… he hated it. You could see the revulsion on his face but Teddy convinced him to keep it. Oh but Daisy loved it! I knew I liked her for a reason.
Warren: Daisy got on really well with Y/N and I during the entire time we made Aurora. We had that easy way of suggesting things for each other and giving feedback that we all followed.
Daisy: I wish I had a relationship like those two. They respected the other person in a way I had never seen before and they were so hopelessly in love with each other. I knew it was only a short time before they would get married. I was honestly jealous of what they had.
Y/N: I never went to one of Daisy’s infamous parties. Not because I didn’t want to but because I was happier. Which sounds really fucked up cause everyone else wasn’t doing that great around that time. I think the fact that I stopped taking drugs helped A LOT. Warren and I were enjoying life so you know we obviously took the next step. We got married.
Warren: We didn’t tell anyone we were getting married. And no one really knew until the band broke up.
Y/N: We got married in a little chapel on this hill near Long Beach. I refused to do a Vegas wedding even if we were eloping.
Warren: She was insanely beautiful that day. We both showed up in pretty casual wedding clothes.
Y/N: I was wearing a long sleeve all-white prairie dress that I had bought the day we decided to do it. It wasn’t my style at all.
Warren: We spent our honeymoon at our little house. And we didn’t answer the phone for like a solid four days. Good times.
Y/N: The band was freaking out by the time we came back to rehearsals on thursday. They thought we died or something.
Eddie: We thought they went on some kind of bender or disappeared into the horizon with Warren’s boat but no they arrived on thursday with these huge smiles and a new car.
Y/N: We extended the honeymoon after the band broke up. We went to Hawaii with Warren’s boat. I don’t think that was safe but we did it anyway.
Warren: Oh, the car. Did Eddie mention that? Yeah we put some of our money together and bought an Aston Martin. You know the James Bond car.
Y/N: We had some money left over from royalties and stuff so when we pooled it we had just enough to buy that car and start putting some more of it into retirement.
Warren: We still have that car. And we still live in that same house. And Y/N hasn’t made me sell the boat yet so we’re doing pretty good.
Interviewer: So how did the band react to you two getting married?
Y/N: Well, I told Eddie first. He obviously reacted as expected.
Eddie: I was happy for her but mad that she didn’t let me be at the wedding. Y/N made up for it though when she allowed me to officiate their vow renewal.
Graham: I found out a few weeks after the band broke up. I was obviously not doing well after all the Karen drama. But I went up to their house to see them and when I walked inside I saw the rings on their fingers and the rest is history. I got to be Warren’s best man at the vow renewal, I mean it was my entire genius that got them dating in the first place, it was the least they could do.
Karen: I knew when I met up with Y/N and Camila for drinks. She showed us the ring and honestly we were both very shocked.
Camila: I didn’t think she would go through with it but wow I couldn’t imagine a better match. When she asked us to be maids of honor for her wedding, I obviously accepted.
Daisy: I didn’t go to the vow renewal. Being around Billy was going to be a trigger and I knew that. But I still meet up with them a lot. Their kids love being around mine.
Billy: Yeah I was happy for them, sure. Camila told me after they went out for dinner I think.
Y/N and Warren Rojas live in that small house on the coast of LA with their three kids, Lily, Vivienne (Viv for short) and Javier. Y/N went on to be the bassist for many well-known artists like Kate Bush, Billy Idol and even worked with members of the Beatles. They are currently celebrating their 20 year anniversary, which was marked by a vow renewal a few months ago.
this is very much self indulgent - i will be writing a bunch of angst next so prepare yourselves.
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I just saw your fic/hc of if toby had kids, it's so good btw!! :3
I'm in a mischievous mood, how would he react if one of/both of the kids died? Like he took his eyes off them for one second. I feel like because they most likely live in a forest setting, it would be something like going on a lake when it's iced over and then falling through.
This is so sad omg :( but let me try my best (you really want to sob huh?😭)
Toby If His Kids Died
He’d never ever recover
He’d never ever ever EVER forgive himself
He looked away for one second
Just one
But that second is all it took
The ice was thin and his kids not knowing any better, stood on it together, falling in
Toby heard the sound of the ice breaking and the two loud splashes
He turned around as quickly as he could only to see the open hole where they once were
Trapped under the ice as Toby tried to get them out
He was too late
He pulls them out and does everything he could
CPR, shaking them softly, calling out there names
“Please…wake up…please…please…please! Talk to me! Open your eyes! Please….i need you…I love you! Your dad needs you! I’m sorry! I’m sorry!”
When they don’t respond it destroys him
He hits the ground, screams and sobs
Just truly broken
Out of everything that he’s been through in his life, this was the most painful, unbearable, heart shattering thing he’s ever been through
His world was gone in a second
“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I’m so sorry! I’m sorry! I love you! I failed you! I’m so sorry”
He sobs out as he hugs them to his chest, wishing they’d hug him back, and tell him they’re okay
Their skin, freezing cold, their clothes, soaking wet
He carries them home, putting them in their beds, trying to warm them up, one last time
How was he going to face his significant other?
He meets them at the front door, falling to his knees and hugging their legs, ear piercing sobs
“They’re gone…they’re gone”
“W-what?!”
“They fell in the lake and got trapped in the ice! I was too late! I-“
He can’t continue, falling victim to his sobs
His significant other, starts to scream and sob along with him, pushing Toby off in anger
“This is your fault! This is your fucking fault!”
They’re just confused and angry and full of grief like he is
“Why weren’t you watching them?! How could you let this happen?!”
“I turned away for one second! It was a second! One second! I promise!”
“Look what it cost us! Look what you did! You destroy everything you fucking touch!”
“Please….im sorry! I’m sorry!”
He couldn’t even say that wasn’t true
Every person he loved, every person who depended on him, he’s let die
Lyra is dead. His mom was probably dead. Now…his children….are gone
He’s a failure. And everyone around him had to pay the price
His significant other, and Toby bury them on a hill, where they all had a picnic once.
They put their favorite toys on the graves, saying goodbye to their bundles of joy
Life is unfair, huh?
Toby and his partner try to stay together
But they could never look at Toby the same way
They wouldn’t look Toby in the eyes or in the face
They could only see their children in Toby’s features
Toby tried to touch them, to hold them, to comfort them
He could hear them, sobbing quietly in the night with their back turned to him
The guilt eats him alive
But they didn’t want Toby’s touch, not ever again
Their meals were silent
They exchanged minimal words
What do you say? What do you do?
They couldn’t take it anymore
They packed all their things and had one final conversation with the man they once had a life with
“Toby…”
“Please…no”
“Toby….i can’t do this anymore…. I can’t”
“Please….stay”
“I love you, Toby. But I can never forgive you.”
“Don’t…”
“Our children’s empty rooms are up there. I can’t….stay. Every where I turn….I see them. It’s like they’re haunting us. I can’t stay here, Tobias. Neither should you.”
“Please! You’re all I have left! I….please! You’re all I have left…”
“You lost me a long time ago. Goodbye. Tobias”
They were gone, just like that
It’s just Toby in this empty home
A home once filled with love and joy was now filled with grief and pain
He started to have a tic attack
And no one was here to help him through it
He sobs out again, the reality hitting him harder and harder with every passing second
With no one around
He starts to have hallucinations again
He sees the ghosts of his children, like he saw the ghost of Lyra
“Why didn’t you save us?”
“I tried! I tried! You know I…I love you!”
“Then why did you let us die?!”
“Stop. Stop. Stop. Stop. Stop!”
He started picking and chewing at his fingers, pulling his hair, hitting himself in the head
Old habits from when he was 17
He turns to alcohol
He made a promise to never be like his dad
He’s sticking to it in his own way
He can never abuse his family. He has no family
He’s often drunk most of the time now
Sometimes just so he can sleep
But even when he sleeps all he can hear is the ice breaking, the ice cold water, the last moments of his kids
Masky and Hoodie find him in his home
“Toby. You have to start coming on missions again. We can’t keep covering for you. You know what Slenderman will do to you if you don’t”
“Let him kill me. I don’t care. I died a long time ago”
He takes another swig from his bottle as he talks to them, slurring a bit
“He should’ve…let me die….when I was 25”
“You can’t even stand can you?”
“Fuck you! Fuck you!”
He starts to scream
“My family is gone! I lost my family, TWICE! You think I care about missions anymore?! You think I care about anything anymore?! Huh?! I dont give a fuck about my life!”
Masky lets out a sigh
“You know, you always were emotional. Although, I kinda miss when you were a hyper and upbeat annoying little shit. I wonder if your children were the same?”
Toby immediately pulls his hatchets out and starts swinging, sloppy, but still dangerous
“Don’t you ever fucking talk about them!”
Hoody catches his arms and pushes him back on the couch
“He didn’t mean it like that.”
“I don’t give a fuck! I’ll kill him!”
“You can’t even stand up straight”
The room was spinning. He wasn’t wrong
“Just…let me die. Let me die…here”
They look at him
He’s malnourished. His skin paler than ever. His self inflicted wounds, just open because no one was there to help patch him up. The dark circles under his eyes, prominent. His eyes themselves, hollow and empty
Masky warms up some instant noodles from the cabinet
“Eat. Now”
“Fuck you”
“Toby. Please” Hoodie says, concerned
He reluctantly takes it and eats slowly unable to finish, putting it on the table in front of him
“See that…toy truck over there?”
He points to a red toy pickup truck, untouched and in the same place his son left it.
“That was my son’s favorite. He told me…he liked it so much….because it looked like….mine.”
He points to a doll with fluffy brown hair
“See that? My daughter….loved it…said it had hair like me”
He can’t take it anymore. He starts to sob. He doesn’t even care about looking tough anymore
“Fuck! They’re gone! They’re gone!”
Toby puts his head in his hands and just sobs
What else could he do?
This was his first time talking about it with someone else
They sit with him, putting their hands on his shoulders, comforting him
They didn’t always get along though out the years
But they could put that aside for something like this
“Brain. You died. Brought back by….Slenderman. How do you feel?”
He already knew what Toby was implying
“Don’t even think about it Toby. I may be alive again. But my body isn’t mine anymore and I’m a slave to Slenderman. You know that. You don’t want that for your children. They’ll belong to him and have a life of suffering. So…let them rest”
It was selfish thinking on Toby’s part. But he’d do anything to have them back
But he knew better. He wouldn’t actually go through with that idea
Toby’s mood swings are worse than ever
Extreme sadness, to extreme numbness to extreme anger
That’s it
He couldn’t feel happiness anymore
It died with his kids
It left with his significant other
Constant panic attacks
Constant nightmares
Constant hallucinations
And besides the occasional visit from Masky and Hoodie
He was alone
And….maybe it’s better this way
The words ring in his head every day
“You destroy everything you fucking touch!”
A shell of a person
Doesn’t leave his house anymore, unless it’s to visit his children’s graves
Hopes he’ll see his ex partner there one day
Wants to ask if they have nightmares too and if they still wake up and think of the life they had together
Wants to end his own life, but was cursed with immortality or at least long lasting life
He wants nothing more than to see his family again
Both of them
Blames himself every day
Will literally never not blame himself
He will never move on or be happy again
So he spends his days in the empty home, looking at once was
“Please….forgive me. I love you.”
He holds a picture of his kids to his chest as he falls asleep into another nightmare
Not that real life was any better
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Hi, would you be able to do a mutual pining yelena x avenger!reader kinda thing where yelena has been ignoring reader because she doesn’t know to how to deal with her feelings and when reader confronts her, yelena admits that she likes her? Mainly angst with fluff at the end if possible. Love your fics!!
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paring: yelena belova x fem!reader
tag(s): fluff, some angst, mutual pinning, nat being the big sis
warning(s): yel having a hard time admitting her feelings, grammatical errors, unedited
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Your legs were sore, you couldn't feel your arms anymore and you were gasping for air, but it wasn’t over until one of you was down.
“Can’t we take a break?” you whined out as you tried dodging Yelena’s fist but still made contact with your body and you groaned out in pain.
“Focus, Y/n,” Steve called out, before Yelena would punch again.
You knew she was holding back, measuring her strength, she always would when training with you. And you didn’t know if you found that reassuring or mocking. You kicked her in the stomach, but it still did not affect her, it was quite the opposite really.
“That’s all you got?”
“Why? Wanna try something else?” you teasingly said while winking at her.
You got her off guard, she wasn’t expecting your cocky self to show up while training, and seized the moment to swift her off her feet and got on top of her.
“Was this what you had in mind?”
Your hands quickly found her wrists while your body pressed into her abdomen pushing her down so she wouldn’t get out of your hold.
“Okay, I think it’s enough,” Steve called out, sensing you had gone off track.
Both you and Yelena knew that she could easily get out of your hold, but still it took her two minutes to do so. You didn’t want to let her go that easily, you felt your whole body burning just by the thought of her skin against yours, still you stood up and got on moving before the two of you could have a say on what just had happened.
That was how it always went with Yelena, one moment you had the courage to openly flirt with her and a second later you would run back to your dorm second guessing the whole interaction. You wanted to do more, each and every time, but she was so nonchalant about you flirting with her that you convinced yourself that it was just that, a flirty friendship.
And most of the time you were okay with it, playing dumb about your own feelings. But then shit like that would happen, you would brush her skin, or would make her laugh, or just look at her, and the thought of a friendship would fly out of your mind. That was why you would lock up in your room, trying to calm and persuade yourself to not let your stupid feelings get in the way.
And the same stupid thing would happen to Yelena, which you didn’t know about.
“You want to talk about it?” Yelena heard her sister's voice as she watched you heading out the training room.
“I wasn’t holding back, I swear.”
“Not about your punching,” she raised her brow at her little sister.
“There’s nothing to talk about,” Yelena shrugged it off as she grabbed her bottle of water and took a big sip.
“Lena, I know you,” Natasha took advantage of the fact that her sister was chugging down water. “I know we don’t do feelings, we don’t trust people. But that was the old us, that was the red room. We have to put that shitty part of our lives behind us for good.”
“And I have,” Yelena scoffed.
“Then why haven't you done something about it?” Yelena knew her sister meant you, she didn’t have to clarify. “At least, give it a go,” Natasha sighed. “If not for you, then for her.”
“She doesn’t—.”
“You never know, Lena. Neither will she, if you don’t tell her,” and with that Natasha left her sister to her own thoughts.
“Suka,” she mumbled under her breath, because Natasha was right. She was always right about everything, it was the power that came with being a big sister—her big sister—, and she hated it when she was right.
She knew she had to do something about it, about you. But the fear of rejection, of feeling unwanted felt too much to bear. She wasn’t going to open up her heart just for someone else to crush it. But maybe, just maybe she could trust you not to crush it.
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Still, it was easier said than done. It took her a full week to finally come to the conclusion that she was, actually, madly in love with you. A week full of stress and anxiety because deep down she felt like she didn’t deserve to have these feelings towards you.
And now that she knew exactly how she felt about you, it fucking terrified her. So she did what she thought was best and put some space in between the two of you. The thought of you clouded her brain and it was starting to affect her line of work, and she couldn’t have that. Being part of the avengers gave her life meaning, and she was not going to let her stupid feelings ruin that for her. Even though she wanted to be close to you, and just melt into your arms.
Of course, her coldness didn’t go unnoticed by you. You were confused, though. It wasn’t like Yelena to just shut you out. Even though you wanted more than just a friendship out of her, you wanted to consider yourself a friend of hers and it hurt that she was just avoiding you.
You didn’t know what was going on, she just felt out of your reach. You asked her sister about it, she just told you to give her space and she would be okay, before muttering something under her breath and went on with her day. You asked Kate and she just completely avoided the topic and changed the subject.
The more she didn’t talk to you, not even glance at your direction, the more you felt like you had done something wrong, maybe she had found out about your feelings and now she was avoiding you because of them. She probably felt uncomfortable about them, she probably wanted nothing to do with you. And who were you to decide otherwise?
You talked to Steve, making sure to not have more training lessons with her, only to find out she had already asked the same thing. You knew it was stupid to feel as if your heart was breaking since you wanted the same thing, but it did feel like shattering to pieces. You just nodded, a tight smile finding its way to your lips and went to your room before shedding any tears.
This whole thing was bullshit. Yes, maybe she didn’t feel the same way you did about her. But the both of you were full grown-ups, you should be professional about it and act like nothing had happened. Because in reality it didn’t, not that you were aware of it. So you decided that you were going to give her a piece of your mind.
You searched for her throughout the entire building and finally found her in the training room. Of course she was there, you should have thought of coming there earlier.
For a trained assassin she didn’t notice your presence, too caught up in her own mind, focusing on her breathing and throwing punches at the boxing bag.
You cleared your throat. “Got a minute?”
She looked over her shoulder, finally acknowledging you there, and you swore you watched as her whole body just tensed up by the sound of your voice.
“I’m kinda busy right now,” she mumbled before throwing two more punches.
“It won’t take long,” you insisted, wanting to get this over with.
“Look, I really need to—.”
You cut her off. “I don’t know who told you or how you found out, but yes, it’s true, okay?” you finally got her attention. “I just thought you would be professional enough to not let this get in the way and pretend like nothing happened. Which is what I also wish for.”
“What are you talking about?”
“You avoiding me,” you quickly mumbled, a tint of concussion in your tone. “I get it, but let’s just put this behind us and act like propper adults.”
“No, I’m aware of that part,” she scoffed, embarrassed to admit to you what she had been up to. “What I mean is, what have I found out?”
Your brows furrowed. “About my… me… and you,” you gave yourself a second to think her words through. “Hold on a second, you don’t know?”
“What don’t I know?”
“You don’t,” you finally added two plus two and realised that Yelena had no recollection whatsoever about your feelings, but still something was off. “Why have you been avoiding me then?”
You watched her as her mouth opened and closed, searching for the right words.
“What did I ever do to you for you to completely avoid me, huh?”
“You did nothing, I just…”
“You just what?” you scoffed, now anger filling your tone. “You just decided it was fun to ignore me?”
“No! God, no.”
“Then what is it?!” the two of you were pretty much screaming at each other.
“Because I like you, damn it!” she finally confessed. “Is it so hard to see?”
Your eyes winded. “You like me? You have been avoiding me because you like me?”
“I know, not my brightest moment. But it's just that you… you just…” she gestured to her brain. “You’re just stuck here, and I can’t get you out. At first I was scared to admit my own feelings to myself,” she took a deep breath. “But then Tasha said something and it made me realise that there’s nothing wrong with having feelings. But then I had to admit to myself that I really fucking like you. And I just… I just got scared because you might not feel the same way, and you might just push me away,” another deep breath. “And I decided that I would push you away first… and so I did.”
“So you like me.”
“Yes,” her brows furrowed. “Was that all you got?”
“I mean… it’s the part that matters most,” you grinned at her.
“What do you mean?”
“I really fucking like you too,” you said cupping her cheeks. “I thought you knew and that was why you were avoiding me. But now I get it, I make you nervous,” you said teasingly.
“I wouldn’t use that word…” you rolled your eyes before shutting her off with your lips, finally giving in and kissing her.
“I’ve been wanting to do that for a while now,” you whispered over her lips as you deepened the kiss.
Her lips were soft and rough, and they had some saltiness to them due to her being all sweaty. But you didn’t mind at all, in fact you really like it.
“Remember last time we were here?” you whispered in her ear, trailing a path of kiss down her jaw and neck.
“You mean… that time we last trained?” she sounded breathlessly and it sent a shiver down your whole body.
“If I remember correctly, which I know I do…” you gently bit her skin earning a hiss out of her lips. “You were on the grown and I was on top of you, remember?”
“Yes…” she said as her fingers ran through your hair.
“Want to pick up where we left it off?”
Likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated! <3
-M
#yelena belova#yelena belova x reader#yelena belova x y/n#yelena belova x fem reader#yelena belova imagine#florence pugh#florence pugh x reader#littlexscarletxwitch's fic#requests by lovely anons ‘๑’
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idk how many incest-related or yandere requests you're getting but. okay hear me out for a moment. "healing" sex with big brother yan!tartaglia and mute!reader.
i say "healing" in quotations because he's not only manipulating her, into doing this, but he made a move the moment she's at a very vulnerable state (remembering her past). he's so good with his words that he fully convinces her that he'll "protect" her, that this will give some form of "closure." don't get me wrong he cares deeply about his step-sister ofc, but good lord the way he expresses it.
probably takes advantage of her (like praising her ig) just to let her trust him more so he can have her all for himself. he doesn't directly say it, but he makes sure she knows she belongs to him, whether she likes it or not. in this case, she probably does?? ig?? (it doesnt have to be mute!reader btw, if you want to change it to a different reader then go for it)
[Most likely referenced to Secrets can be kept in Snow]
cw. st3pc3st, yandere!childe x mute!fem!reader, possesive and manipulative AND unhealthy behavior, (reader's) family trauma, d4cryphili4, marking/h1ck3ys, usage of "princess", usage of childe's real name, arguments (childe's father & reader's mother), childe is s4distic
a/n. sorry yall, there are too much full fic requests and i'm extremely unmotivated so i'm gonna be doing thirsts.. idek if i call these thirsts bcus they're so goddang long for some reason.
masterlist | tag system | 17- & MASC-ALIGNED PLEASE DNI! THIS IS ONLY FOR FEMALE AUDIENCES.
I can see how manipulative he can be when it's in his POV rather than yours. Childe's wit most likely improved after he trained to become a Harbinger. Don't misunderstand him; he was initially protective of you because you couldn't defend yourself through talking or fighting. You weren't that type of person. He was.
Let's say, you haven't fully healed yet after your first time. You still cling onto him like a leech, the arguments your mother and Childe's father get into are not often but they happen and they remind you of your past. He wanted to help you so you let him, let him do whatever he wants to heal your trauma and you don't think twice about it. Why would you when he's being so sweet and helpful?
He'd do it with you many times, saying it was part of the process. You would trust his words blindly, never knowing his true intentions with you. His sweet praises on how good of a girl you are for him and how you're taking him so well while you sit on his lap and whimpering at the feeling of him stretching you out. You felt so good around him he couldn't help hugging you tightly and whispering for you to stay quiet. Ajax knows you feel good but you can't risk the two of you being caught.
We can also see how much our dear stepbrother becomes really posessive over you too. You're pretty easy to persuade and it isn't hard for Ajax to eliminate any other men in your life that could try to steal you away from him. Of course, not a lot of people know about the eleventh harbinger's family so he could easily take you out to places and act all affectionate. The two of you look nothing alike so it wasn't a problem to act like a couple.
Your cries and sounds, they're the reasons why he's still alive in the first place. Your whining as he fills you to the brim. It was those nights again where he'd visit your room for the healing process. Where he'll go gentle with you and sing praises into your ears when you get emotional from it. He knows how much this reminds you of your past and he does his best to comfort you (to get you to trust him more).
The process would include a lot of foreplay, Childe knows you're not used to his touches yet since they make you feel weird. Especially when they get intimate but you try and be brave for him. Taking the kisses he gives you on your neck and chest, his fingers tickling your clothed cunt.
And once he's inside of your sweet pussy, oh his touches just get even better (and physical). His hand carefully pulling your head back to mark your neck all over, don't worry, he'll make sure to have his scarf around you and tell the others that you were feeling too cold and that he was more than capable of taking care of you so they won't know about the hickeys.
Childe's love for you is genuine and everlasting, he wouldn't go rough on you if you didn't ask for it. Hell, you've been giving him everything he ever wanted and you're behaving well. It wouldn't be fair if he didn't do the same. He promises to make you feel good, make you feel safe. And he doesn't break his promises.
"Ah," he'll moan into your ear, "Feel so good, princess. J-just like that, fuck.." he groans, hugging you tightly, his face into your neck and sniffing your scent. Your gasps can be heard inside the room as well as the slapping of skin, "Doing so good for me, yeah? Being a good girl for me?" Ajax growls, biting into your skin lightly. You only sobbed, limping onto him. Tonight, you heard your mother's arguments towards Ajax's father and it was about you. Ajax knows how that makes you weak, especially when the arguments get physical or violent but that never happens, his father was a reasonable man and so was Ajax. He didn't blame you for being emotional so he wanted to comfort you.
Your parents' shouts are as loud as ever but he was making sure you didn't hear it by soughing into your ears, just not loud enough to deafen the whole thing. Your vulnerable state was the reason he could have you to himself to care for in the first place. "It's alright, darling. Nothing's gonna hurt you and if there is, they're gonna have to get through me first.." he chuckles, pulling your body closer to his.
Your pretty moans and sounds, they get him going as well as your tears. He'd lick them away and savor your face as you turn into a sobbing, hiccuping mess on him. Ajax doesn't like seeing you sad, especially if it isn't in this kind of way. Even after the healing process has finished, he'd ask for another round. Saying he felt unsatisfied and that it wasn't enough to comfort you. You just let yourself go and concede into his embrace as you just let him do what he wants with you. You don't know better but that's fine, he says. He can handle it.
© notsodivininglover 2023. reposting, plagiarizing, translating or claiming my works are strictly forbiddened.
#notsodivininglover ; king’s pages#childe x reader#childe smut#tartaglia x reader#tartaglia smut#yandere childe x reader#yandere tartaglia x reader#yandere smut#genshin impact smut#genshin impact x reader#genshin smut#genshin x reader
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fanart for a scene in @nerdydowntherabbithole 's Taking Life As Is on AO3 !! a scene early on in the fanfic that sounded so cool it gripped me with inspiration, where a vulture swoops down and gets fucking got by a leviathan while our dear protagonists look on in horror of the beautiful brutality of mother nature happening right in front of them! dont you love it when you leave your rotting corpse behind and immediately get hit with the existential horror of almost dying and the primal fear of seeing something that much bigger than you and realising your fragility when you were once a godlike being above such lowly thoughts and struggles? anyway.
some details and thoughts !! :
-just before this scene, sugar (survivor's name in this fic) hunted and ate a salamander, so i included it in this here drawin too !! hell yeah esoteric fic-accurate details
-(pro tip for any artists out there; if you want to push something into the background, gradient overlays are your friend. also, dont forget to check your values. outline your characters if they aren't popping out of the background enough)
-in other, not fic-accurate detail,, moon's dress and marks. i think in the fic, moon's dress is more like,, an actual dress with sleeves and such. but also like, i do what i want and i want something thats barely a dress so i can show off my anatomy/mechanical bits art skills. i dont care if its not canon compliant im calling rule of cool
-whoops i forgor the wires uhh shit nevermind it would cover the cool bits anyway whatever
-also, while i am proud of the vulture and leviathan, they both used reference. like, i sketched them out yeah, but also the sketch was mostly done by staring at a reference the whole time and overlaying it on the canvas as needed when the drawing looked a little too off. so if you look at this and think 'aw man this guys too good at drawing i could never draw a vulture/leviathan/background/whateverthefuck like that' youre wrong. use references and get better at art by referencing references
-shoutout to the miraheze wiki btw for supplying most of my references for this. fandom wiki could never
this fic holds a special place in my heart. like, i dont agree with it on a lot of things (how the cycle works, time between slugcat campaigns, how rot works, etc), but its very internally consistent and i like how all the characters are written. i really do like how, despite all the bickering, the iterators really do care for each other and love each other. i like that the blame isn't pushed just to pebbles, the acknowledgement of there being a lot of nuance and complications in the whole situation. i like the worldbuilding, nsh's wetland-esque biome, srs's gleaming glass beaches, the different interesting fauna/flora, slugcat society worldbuilding, the fucking trains hell yes trains.
most of all though, i love the authors dedication to getting a happy ending. no one left behind.
all the iterators in the local group are getting freed (except for innocence but thats a different thing) all the slugcats are alive and doing well (even artificer's kids!!). and even though the fic throws the characters around, bad things happen, steps backward are taken,,, there is almost a palatable message that no matter what, things will be okay.
artificer did bad and its acknowledged with visible consequences (scavenger temple route, which mightve made things so much easier on the route to nsh) but she still gets her kids back. hunter had her rot cured and even got some sick new upgrades but still struggles with overexertion and moments of weakness. both pebbles and moon have ptsd from the rot and the rain respectively and its handled reasonably well, not even mentioning the survivors guilt and learned helplessness on nsh and the whole,, guilt from causing this whole fiasco and the feeling of it being all their fault from srs,,,, , ,,,
i dont know. i just really like how dedicated the fic is to showing the realistic consequences of the unforgiving and brutal world of rain world and weaving it into a story of forgiveness and freedom. there are struggles but the heroes will still win and get to go home happy. its cathartic. i love it a lot.
#gamble the queue#art#my art#digital art#artists on tumblr#drawing#rain world#fan art#fanart#fanart for fanfic#taking life as is#looks to the moon#rw survivor#rw slugcat#rw iterator#iterator off the string#rw lttm#rw leviathan#rw vulture#rw shoreline#rw looks to the moon#illustration
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I have been losing my shit over this damn panel for the past THREE DAYS (more or less) and I need to yell somewhere so it's gonna go here.
It all began when I was writing my fic (I think this was for My Immortal), and I needed to recap significant hakukai moments. And I remembered "hey, I should include this one thing saguru said during sunset manor that was stupidly super gay for no fucking reason" bc like, yea hakukai not canon, but if canon was gonna give me a whole ass confession then I might as well use it. So, like always, I head to mangadex to look for this panel... Except... It's not there... The line... The line's not there... But I remember... I remember something about "the only one to disrupt/disturb my thinking/mind"... Where... I didn't imagine that right? I mean I read a lot of google translated Chinese fanfics but... I REMEMBERED reading that line... In a manga... In English... ON mangadex...
This is where I should mentioned, that if you weren't around for the Great Collapse of Mangadex. Then... Well, so there was this period of time where mangadex just DIDNT EXIST. Bc there was some cyber?? Attack??? On the site??? I can't fully remember. But it like wiped out most of the site. The mangas r just, gone. So mangadex fixed it. It took a while bc they figured "might as well revamp our site and system". And they did. And it's great. And it looks beautiful now, even more than before.
But see. The line I remembered? Yea... Yea that was from before The Collapse. And mangadex let multiple translation groups submit their translations. So u can read diff translations of diff group, see how things are interpreted differently... And... I remembered this one, that I posted here up top, but I remembered there was another. One that had The Line.
And it was driving crazy so, like usual, I asked my cn friend. But my cn friend (why am I still saying that, it's @beingvv , that's the friend) has A Life, and isn't always online, and we love that for ppl. So. I'm still crazy. I can't trust my own damn mind and memory bc why tf do I remember something that isn't there (happened before btw, but that has nothing to do with this).
Luckily, I have a friend who knows jp. UNLUCKILY, I don't have the jp raws and it's from chapter 300 and we are in the thousands. So, I went back to losing my mind. Until I found it again, and realized. Heyyyyyyy there's a whole ass ANIME. So like the baggage my dear friend had the misfortune to be saddled with, I went to find the ep, timestamped it, yelled begged them for help.
This is where I lose my damn mind the first time in the recent weeks.
(thank you my dear piglet, u don't even go here but u tolerate my insanity)
THIS. THIS WAS THE LINE. THATS WHAT I REMEMBERED.
So, I feel a little more sane (bc my mind didn't fabricate a memory again) and also A LOT more insane bc WHY WOULD U SAY THAT, HAKUBA SAGURU 😭😭😭 WHY WOULD U SAY IT LIKE THAT 😭😭😭
In any case I feel validated. Told beingvv about my discoveries (for whenever they come back) not that they need it cn fandom already got the correct translation. And finished writing my fic.
And then Saguru's comeback was announced.
So I've been losing my shit for 3 days on twitter, looking at all my fave KR and JP accounts and the things they say.
And then someone dug up and old tweet thread that talked about this panel. Specifically, op talked about the nuance in the word choice used.
Here's the og thread if anyone wants to read or Google translate it urself.
(mkppyong my love, bless you)
Bc mkppyong talked to a jp acquaintance about ??? Uh I dunno just language I guess. POINT IS. They pointed out that gosho used specific words/phrases that really wasn't needed if all he wanted to say was "the only one who drives me crazy/mad." But he did used them. It's specifically "his thoughts/mind" that's being driven crazy. And that if he wants to just talk about Saguru's mind being disrupted/confused, then there's rly no need to use the words "go crazy"
And then they wrote out a whole symbolism about clocks and saguru and being broken down/disrupted and I lost my shit over the clock symbolism, sue me 😭😭😭
I don't think I'm making sense anymore bUT WAIT, THERES MORE, THE FINAL BLOW
THE THAI TRANSLATION
This is where I expose myself more than I ever want to, but here's a fact. I'm thai
Here's a second fact. I'm SHIT at Thai. I've been bad at this language before I got good at English. My Thais as good as an elementary student. Every time I understand difficult words I get confused bc where did I know THAT from???
In any case, point is, I saw that tweet, read the text, immediately understood it and began losing my shit all over again... And then I doubted... Bc like, I'm not good with this lang anymore... Maybe im understanding it wrong? So I look up Google.
Google: คลุ้มคลั่ง just means go crazy
So I was like, damn guess I'm wrong, read too much into this. BUT SEE BC I LIVE HERE I HAVE FRIENDS WHO ARENT A DISGRACE. And so my friend said:
SO WELCOME TO MY THIRD ROUND OF INSANITY.
HAKUBA SAGURU WHY WOULD U SAY THIS SHIT IN FRONT OF LIKE NINE OTHER PPL 😭😭😭😭😭 BOY WHY R U TELLING THEM UR OBSESSED 😭😭😭 youre driving ME crazy 😭😭😭
So. Here we are. At the end. I have no idea how tf I'm supposed to end this post. I'VE been obsessed for 3 days straight. I don't have a lot of braincell left in me (there weren't any to begin with). I don't have a statement to wrap this post up in a nice little bow. Go make ur own conclusion I dunno.
But I would not have been losing my shit over this stupid panel for a month if it wasn't for the fact that eng translation was missing a pretty crutial thing in what Saguru said. I don't know if this was a mistranslation or a misunderstanding or something, but the English translation was lacking. And I love and have always been thankful and grateful to the ppl who worked hard to translate mangas in their free time, and do it all for free, bc I haven't had any real way to rent/borrow mangas from renting shops/libraries in years. So this was one of the only ways I can read mangas. But, even as I checked the raw panel with Google lens just now, even google translate it as "the only one to make my thoughts go round." No where was there any mention of "case" and "solving." So that's just, multiple accounts of ppl who knows jp, including native jp speakers, all saying that this panel is Saguru saying "the only one to drive me crazy". And man I rly hope this doesn't make me come off as ungrateful or like shitting on the translation team, I'm rly not. But yea. Uh. The translation was wrong. And I remembered that there used to be a diff eng translation. And it led me to go to all this trouble and journey to find out what was actually said. And here we are, at the end.
The only one who could disrupt Saguru's thinking.
The only one who could disturb Saguru's mind.
The one whose sole existence drives him mad.
The only one to make his mind obsess over till he's driven to madness.
Or to use the symbolism mkppyong wrote: the only one to break down the clock, the precise and accurate mechanism, that is Hakuba Saguru.
#hakuba saguru#hakukai#magic kaito#dcmk#sagukai#ramblings#oh god this is long#lost in translation#tbh it's also FOUND in translation#long ass fucking post holy shit#im sabotaging my own fics by tagging this with thr ship tags tbh#now my fic posts are completely buried#edit: not me noticing several typos months later
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use my body against me [part2]
summary: when a drunk text to your ex gets answered in a way you never expected, it leads to falling right back into old habits.
tags: past established relationship, ex-boyfriend chan, swearing, 18+, oral sex.
notes: it took me a hot minute to finish this part, but I had a lot of fun! I do have plans for a part 3 btw 👀I hope you enjoy this continuation of my chan fic! it ended up getting a lot spicier than I had initially planned, which is why I've added the 18+ rating! it's not extremely explicit but it does get... very suggestive. almost bordering on explicit. be warned.
part 1
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You stumble from the bedroom, trying to be as quiet as you possibly can, tip toeing through the hallway. The sun has barely risen and the entire apartment is silent. As you round the corner into the main room, you come up short, almost tripping on your own feet.
“Oh.” Changbin greets, standing there with a protein shake in hand. Blinking at you.
“Oh.” You say back, eloquently. Heels gripped in your hand and skirt most definitely not sitting right on your legs.
With a little nod to himself, Changbin sips at his shake. “Is this a thing now?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Sneaking out of Chan’s room before he wakes up, clearly barely awake and definitely raiding the fridge before you run. Is it happening again?”
“Ok, fuck you Binnie.” You practically hiss, moving closer so your voice doesn’t have to carry and accidentally wake anyone else up. “It’s- listen, it’s nothing. It was one night, a mistake that we’ll both awkwardly laugh at later.”
“Sounds an awful lot like what you said when you guys first started dating. Weird.”
“If you’re not going to offer me a ride, I’ll be leaving now. Thank you so much for your insight.”
“Wait, if I drive you home can we pick up breakfast on our way?”
“Of course.”
(“Honestly though, is this a thing again?” Changbin asks, taking a large bite out of his breakfast sandwich.
You're both sitting in his car, idling in a parking lot between the little cafe you grabbed food from and your apartment. The way he says again makes something in your stomach somersault.
“I don't know. It was just one night.” You can't tell who you're trying to convince. “It was...”
“A mistake?” He finishes your sentence, remembering what you said earlier. Looking at you like he always has. Willing to listen to whatever you have to say with minimal judgment.
You're quiet as you pick at your waffles. The word mistake doesn't sit right with you. Even though you're the one who said it first, now that you're more awake and watching the sun rise, it feels like the wrong word. “It was definitely a bad decision.”
Changbin just hums and finishes off his sandwich.)
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Walking into your apartment in the same clothes you were wearing the night before isn’t particularly shameful, but it is embarrassing. Solely because you know, in the deepest recesses of your bones, exactly how annoying your roommates are going to be about it.
If they witness your walk of utter embarrassment, they will never shut up.
Which is why you try your hardest to be as quiet as possible while making your way through the hallway, heading straight for your room. Unfortunately you get caught by Hyunjin as you creep into the living room. He’s sitting on the couch with his sketchbook propped on his knees.
It feels almost like deja vu, standing in the middle of a living room, caught in the act of sneaking around. Your skirt still isn’t sitting right on your legs. Hyunjin blinks at you. The deja vu intensifies.
“You’re awake early.” It’s the first thing you can even think to say, mostly because the fact alone comes as such a shock. The curtains are drawn, but there’s the barest sliver of morning sun spilling through the crack. Hyunjin is the type of person who never wakes up before noon unless it’s a national emergency.
Hyunjin sucks on his teeth. “And you’re home late.”
See? Annoying. “I mean- I guess. I don’t have to explain myself to you.” You cringe at the tone of your own voice after the words tumble from your mouth.
“Oh wow, he must’ve fucked you really good for you to be defensive about it.”
Annoying, annoying, so fucking annoying. Why is he even awake? With a huff, you turn towards your bedroom. Maybe you could’ve been nicer about it, but you really don’t owe him an explanation. If he’s going to be all irritating about it, then he doesn’t deserve to know the details.
Even if you are dying to tell someone.
His laughter follows after you, but then it’s suddenly interrupted by a shocked little noise. When you glance over your shoulder, Hyunjin is staring at his phone, wide eyed.
“Holy shit, no way. You weren’t joking when you said early- the sun is out?” He’s looking towards the curtains now, at the sliver of sunlight that’s been steadily crawling across the floor as the sun rises.
“Ah.” You hum in understanding. “You’re not awake early. You just haven’t slept.”
“Hey, you’re not in any position to judge questionable decisions.”
That immediately shuts you up.
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Accidentally running into Chan out in the wild really should’ve been less of a surprise. It’s not like you lived miles away from each other, so of course it was inevitable that you’d see him at some point. Yet here you are, shocked and surprised and maybe panicking.
It took some time after the break up, but eventually you had settled into a sort of civil understanding. You were able to wave a half-hearted greeting whenever you'd catch sight of each other in public.
But now, after the other night, it almost feels reminiscent of the early days, when the break up was still fresh. When it felt like seeing him going about his daily life was enough to send you spiraling.
Ducking behind the nearest surface, you fall into a crouch. Hands over your eyes and a sense of embarrassment washing over you. You are in no way mentally or emotionally prepared to see him this soon after everything that happened between you that night.
And there was a lot that happened.
“You feel so good- no one ever feels as good as you.” Chan pants into your ear, nosing at the skin of your jaw. It’s not like you expected him to be celibate since you broke up, especially since you weren’t either. You’ve hooked up with a few scattered people after Chan, but he was right, none of them felt like this. He squeezes at your waist. “It’s like you’re made for me. No one else.”
No, now is not the time to get distracted with memories of the way he touched you and held you and pressed you into the mattress- stop it. Get a hold of yourself.
This is exactly the reason you don’t want him to see you. How are you meant to be trusted around him? There’s an equal mix of panic and excitement at just the prospect of hearing his voice. Balanced on a knife’s edge and not sure if you’re looking forward to an awkward conversation about hooking up or dreading it completely.
So what if you're hiding? It's not like anyone will ever witness this moment.
“Are you ok?” Comes a voice, interrupting your spiraling as your stomach turns cold and makes the decision all on its own to settle firmly on bone chilling dread.
Looking up, you're met with Chan's worried eyes. Fuck.
“Yeah- yes.” You cringe at your own voice and the way you stumble over your words. “I'm- don't worry about it.”
“You're curled into yourself behind a vending machine… I feel like that deserves a little worry.”
“I'm having an existential crisis. I'm fine.”
He doesn't look like he believes you. Fair.
In the next moment he's crouching down beside you, joining you behind the vending machine. Chan positions himself perfectly, his wide shoulders acting as some sort of barrier between you and the rest of the world. If it was anyone else you’d feel trapped, you know this without a doubt. You’d be a cornered animal with nowhere to go.
But with Chan you just feel safe, and that knowledge sits a little bit weird in your chest. The feeling is too familiar.
“Since you’re obviously not hiding and you’re perfectly ok.” Chan begins, and you squint at him. “Can we talk?”
“About?” Deflect, deflect, deflect.
He just notches an eyebrow at you. “C’mon, you know what about.”
Looking up and over his shoulder, you can see a few scattered people staring at the two of you, curious gazes itching along your skin. You must look like two crazy people, huddled beside a vending machine of all things. With a sigh, you reluctantly agree.
You knew this conversation would have to happen eventually, especially since you’ve been trying to be more of a responsible adult recently. That doesn’t mean you’ve been looking forward to it.
The feeling of his hand in yours as he helps you up feels like a brand. Searing into your skin and leaving you a little dizzy. You wish you could hold him close forever. Turn back time to before things were strained and weird, when you could just hold his hand and he’d smile at you.
You don’t let yourself linger. Instead you turn and begin walking, ignoring the way he looks at you. Things will go back to normal once you’ve ironed everything out and admit that nothing like the other night should ever happen again.
Somehow you find yourself back at his apartment. Maybe it's because it was closer than your own. Or maybe it’s because the route is one that you’ve walked hundreds of times, muscle memory taking you there before you could really question it.
The kitchen feels like the most neutral, non-sexual space in the whole apartment. Neither of you could get sidetracked while standing under the harsh overhead light, with the ambient sound of a refrigerator humming in the background.
Chan offers you water, and you gratefully accept. It'll give you something besides his searching gaze to focus on.
“You wanted to talk about it.” You fiddle with the water bottle, unscrewing the cap only to tighten it again. “So talk.”
All of those excited emotions you had when Chan first texted you the other day seem to be extremely hard to conjure up currently. All you really feel is some restless itch settling into your bones.
He sighs, setting his own water on the counter. “Ok, fine. I’ll get right to it since you’re so keen to get this over with.” Chan states, in that voice of his that brokers no argument. You try not to let it fizz against your skin. “I want you to know that it wasn’t a mistake, not for me at least. Whether it happens again or it’s a one time thing- I still don’t regret it.”
Oh, it’s going to be that type of conversation. Somehow you had convinced yourself that it was going to go in the opposite direction. He was going to explain, as kindly as he could, that it could never happen again. Because you broke each other's hearts and just the memory of touching each other again pulls at newly healed heart strings. You continue to fiddle with your bottle cap. Twist, twist.
“What about you?” Chan asks, chin tipping down to try and meet your eyes.
You can't seem to look at him, because every glimpse you get makes your entire body flush. You want to blame it on the way he’s standing; against his kitchen counter, the muscles of his arms defined as he leans his weight back onto them. There’s something so deliciously distracting about it.
The blame can also be put on the way he looks at you. Eyes dark and heavy, assessing you.
You wished he had put his foot down, instead of gently nudging an offer your way. Whether it happens again. Suddenly, that’s all you can think about.
Eventually Chan must get tired of the lack of eye contact because he pushes himself from the counter and stalks closer. Caging you up against the small little table they have tucked away in the corner. He’s ducking his head to meet your eyes, asking so softly if you regret what happened.
“Do you regret my hands on you? My mouth?”
Just the tone of his voice makes you clench your thighs together. At his words, you chew at your bottom lip and shake your head, because of course you didn’t regret it. You wanted to, but it’s almost impossible. There’s no conceivable way you could ever regret the feel of him. His hands, his mouth. Any part of him, really.
Normally you’re more mouthy than this, words snapping out from your razor tongue. But he gets you like this, sometimes, and he’s the only person who really can. Who can turn your words liquid in your mouth, rendering you speechless and a little desperate.
For a fraction of a moment, as Chan leans even closer, you think he’s going to kiss you. But he doesn’t, and you're honestly very disappointed. Instead he ghosts his lips far too close to your own and it draws a frustrated whine from the back of your throat.
It causes Chan to hum a smug little noise before he's dropping to his knees in the next instant, mouth grazing against your bare leg on his way down. Your thighs clench once again at his proximity.
He kneels there, waiting for your permission before doing anything. It makes all of your insides flutter violently.
You look down at him, with his eyes that seem to sparkle in the overhead lighting, his plush lips slightly parted, and it’s overwhelmingly easy to shift your legs wider. Just the smallest bit as you practically whisper his name. You’re not sure why you’re whispering, no one else is home, but there’s this little contained bubble around the two of you that you don’t want to break.
His hands move over over your knees, nudging them even farther apart, traveling even higher until he’s lifting the hem of your dress. Leaning in, he presses his closed mouth against the fabric of your underwear, nosing at the crease of your thigh. It makes you shudder, your breath getting all tangled up in your throat at the sensation.
One of his hands slides along your skin, anchoring itself at your hip. Fingers grasping firm as the other travels back down, over your thigh and slipping behind your knee, and in one fluid motion he’s tugging you closer, hooking your knee up and over his shoulder. Pulling you impossibly closer, making you gasp.
“I missed this-”
“Chris.”
“What? You can send me fifty texts about how badly you miss the feeling of me, but I can’t return the sentiment? Seems unfair.” He hums in disapproval, mouth still pressed against your body.
Before you can say anything in response, he’s promptly shutting you up. Moving his mouth even closer, choking a moan from you. You can’t take your eyes away from the sight; Chan on his knees for you, fingers and mouth working, expertly wringing obscene sounds from the back of your throat. Your hand reaches out, fingers tangling into his hair.
Pulling him even closer.
You lose track of time like this. All you know are the sounds the both of you are making, overlapping and bouncing around the kitchen, and the feeling of Chan touching you. The pleasure that builds and coils and threatens to snap.
Suddenly, like a knife cutting through the haze of Chan’s mouth on your skin, there’s a scream. High and sharp and it immediately causes the both of you to jump away from each other, as quickly as humanly possible. You manage to bang your hip into the counter as you scramble away, and when you finally whip your attention around, you see Jisung standing there in the doorway.
Headphones half hanging from his head and a hand slapped over his eyes.
"Are you kidding me! I eat here!"
Well, shit.
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By the end of the day the rest of your friends know what Jisung had walked in on, and while none of them outwardly give you shit about it, you try to ignore the knowing looks they share between each other. That’s the downside to you and Chan sharing a friend group and somehow managing to stay friends with them all even through a messy break up.
Everyone is connected to each other and knows your history and knows without having to ask how incredibly messy of a decision this is for the both of you.
You end up ignoring Chan for the next few days, refusing to indulge in any of the texts he sends asking to talk about what happened. You tried to talk, and see where it landed you? Twice already any attempts at talking have ended with his mouth in places it really shouldn’t be.
The only solution is to try and cut yourself off cold turkey. Ignore his texts and decline his calls and cover your ears whenever your friends mention his name around you. It’s a flawed system, absolutely, but it’s better than somehow making things even messier with Chan.
(Minho just raises his eyebrow when he catches you staring at the incoming call, Chan’s contact lighting up the screen. He doesn’t say anything, but he doesn’t have to. You flip your phone face down and let it ring.)
#stray kids#skz#bang chan x reader#skz x reader#echo writes#if there are any warnings I forgot to include PLEASE let me know!#I don't know when part 3 will be out tbh but im WORKING ON IT#please enjoy my first real exploration into smut...
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Hi!!!!! I just got into good omens and this hyperfixation is going ABSOLUTELY BONKERS. Ive been reading so many fics from yall thank u ❤️❤️ i was wondering if u could req some lesbian/wlw aziraphale ? :P
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wanna witness your eyes looking by izzyhandsgf (E)
"How could someone so unbearably holy commit such sins in the most beautiful way?"
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Or, Aziraphale and Crowley meet in the 1930s, fem-presenting, and both are slightly overcome by their feelings for one another...
I stretch out the time (and now I know why) by Nix_Nihili (T)
I should pull back, Crowley thought. She should pull back because she was the one with the fork in her mouth that Aziraphale was holding. Aziraphale wouldn’t pull back because that would be rude so Crowley had to pull back.
Pull back.
Crowley swallowed the cake down and pushed herself away because that was what she did. Push and pull. Six thousand years of pushing and pulling.
God, did it ever end?
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Crowley finds Aziraphale on a fateful night for the first time since 1941. They haven't seen each other since but something has changed in the past two decades.
or
Something definitely happened between 1941 and 1967 to warrant the "You go too fast for me, Crowley" comment.
“I thought that I was getting better.” | Setbacks by die_traumerei (T)
Aziraphale is already having a rough time of it, when her new neighbour Crowley's cats trip her up and the inevitable happens. She and Crowley becomes friends, though, and more than friends -- and a good thing too, as Aziraphale faces one setback after another.
Herefordshire Pomona by Eigon (T)
I was reading Bleating Hearts by HKBlack (which is excellent, btw) and also thinking about the advice to "write what you know", so I started daydreaming about how the goat farmer meets literature professor scenario would transfer to Herefordshire.
Aziraphale was easy - a bookseller in Hay-on-Wye, the Town of Books. I've put her shop where Green Ink Books is now, which used to be a multi-level shop, with a flat above.
Crowley - well, that became obvious pretty quickly, too - instead of goats, apples. Herefordshire has a lot of old orchards, and I used to know a lady from the Marcher Apple Network, which identifies old apple varieties, and works to preserve them.
And I wanted it to be Ineffable Wives, because I had so much fun writing the Old West story Secret Friendship (which is a boring name, but I couldn't think up a better one).
strange workings of fate by skyflyerr (E)
Aziraphale sat down gently and let her feet that didn’t quite touch the floor dangle from the stool.
“Would you spare enough time for one glass with me?”
Aziraphale watched her turn and look a little taken aback at the notion of her being here. Maybe this was a bad idea.
“With you, darling? I can make the time. I’m a woman of my word, if anything.”
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Crowley is a bartender and Aziraphale is still figuring out the bookshop. Both are utterly lonely and winter is coming quick. Maybe they could keep each other warm.
Dance Me to the End of Love by Black_Bentley (E)
In general, Crowley would very much like to see the ones who hurt her grovelling at her feet, experiencing her pain and fear. But Lucifer’s plan is... well, it far surpasses what she considers ‘getting a revenge’ falling wildly into wreaking complete havoc and destroying innocent lives as collateral damage. Most importantly, that puts her dearest friend in danger.
And she is to bring the proverbial cuckoo into the Celestial nest.
OR:
Aziraphale is a ballet dancer for the British Celestial Ballet Company, which grooms its perfect 'angels' from childhood
Crowley used to dance for them too, but after they literally kicked her out, she took on pole-dancing for the Nine Circles of Hell Nightclub
Its owner, who used to be the Celestial Ballet's star, is ready to take his revenge on the company's Director (referred to by its 'angels' as Mother) and chooses Crowley to enact it by forcing her to deal a brand new drug among the ballet dancers.
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The kylian fic is so cute, can you write a part 5 where Jude and jobe won’t let the reader and kylian have their alone time till she gets upset and leaves so they feel bad and try to accept kylian. Can there be smut too?
I luv your writing btw❤️❤️❤️
Clingy siblings (Kylian Mbappe x Reader) smut
Warnings: smut, Jude and Jobe are still little shits
Masterlist
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You wonder if it will be too difficult to convince your boyfriend of spending the rest of the break in Paris, otherwise, you might be murdering your brothers.
You don't know what the problem is with them, they have never acter this clingy back with your other boyfriends -although with them, you did try to have them as far away from your family as possible, each fot different reasons. But Kyky is not the same, you might not have been together that long, but you know he is as serious with you as you are with him -or at least you hope so.
He is as serious as you are, that's why he is trying so hard to get along with your family, by that, he means your brother, both mother and father already adore him -you even suspect your mother to be thinking about grandkids already.
On the other hand, Jude and Jobe are terrible.
Well, not really terrible persee, it's not as if they have been ruder than usual, it's just that the idea of you and your boyfriend having any alone time seems to be one they refuse to let happen.
You want to show Kylian through the city? They must be there, after all, they are the most interesting part of it.
Want to take Kylian out for drinks with your friends? Well, you better be going somewhere Jobe can too, he is still a kid, can't drink, so maybe a playground will be the best place to go to.
Both of them are suddenly even more interested in basketbl than usual, and that requires sitting in between you and Kyky on the couch to watch whatever match is going on.
Not even during the night are you left alone, a fort having been built on your bedroom, stating neither are in need of a nephew.
It gets exhausting, really, you are aware of having brought Kylian over to meet your family, but that doesn't mean taht you two shouldn't be allowed to have your private time together, and doesn't matter how much your mum and dad try to stop those two little shits, they refuse to stop.
"Are you fucking kidding me?"
"What?" Jude asks, mouth full of popcorn as he and Jobe act all innocent.
As if the two weren't lying on your bed, munching on your snacks with the movie you have chosen for Kyky and you to see playing on the background.
"Don't 'what' me! You know exactly what is going on!"
"And what about it? Can we want to spend some time with our sister and Kyky?"
Said man, even if in need of their aprooval, looks absolutely exhausted at their schemingans, rised eyebrow and crossed arms.
"There is a difference in between wanting to hang out together and completely invading our privacy, you know?"
"And what do you want us to do about it?" the older one asks, defiant.
"Maybe get the fuck out?"
The two look at each other for a minute, then burst out laughing.
"Not happening" Jobe says in between laughter.
"Come on," Jude teases, patting the tiny spot left on the bed "join us, the movie is quite good if I am being honest"
You do nothing but groan, arms raised and a cold glare thrown their way before stomping away, ignoring their jabs and requests of you staying.
The two take it in a laughing matter honestly, that is until the noise of the front door slamming closed -mum and dad gone fir the night, so no one shouts any scolding.
It's not until then that some regret fills up their hearts, this time, looking at each other with saddened frowns.
Maybe they had taken it too far, or maybe you just got tired of their shit.
Was it too much to ask for some alone time with your boyfriend?
Talking about the man, he looks worried, doesn't seem to know what to do as he looks around for his shoes, probably about to run after you -as if, he knew his way around the city.
The two brother exchange a look, sighing, they stand up, the older rests a hand on the French man's shoulder.
"We will look for her, you stay here"
Your boyfriend hates the idea, yet accepts it as he knows a siblings' chat is needed, sitting on the bed you share, he watches as the two boy jog out after you.
It doesn't take them long to catch up with you with their athletic physics and the fact that they know the small playground near your home is where you go to whenever in need of some peace.
Your figure is sat on one of the swings, looking, at the floor, yet you know the two little shits are coming to you and they know you know, both sit in each side of you, all quiet -something unusual in between you three.
"We are sorry" the eldest say, in turn you scoff, rolling your eyes.
"Oh, I'm sure you are" you spat out, sarcasm dripping through you
"We are, really!" the youngest says -even if Jobe is also a little shit, he has always been quite sensitive to you getting mad at him, is one of the things he hates the most.
"What are you sorry for? Being assholes during the entire week? Not giving us privacy? Look, I get if you don't like Kylian, but-"
"Wow, wow, who said we didn't like him?" Jude says, arms raised and that surprised look of his taking over his face, mouth wide open, eyes the same.
"I don't know, maybe the fact you have been so annoying and saying all that stuff about Haaland and-"
"We do like him" Jobe says, Jude nods.
"Yeah, it's just that, I don't know, we just like annoying you two, you know? But we really do like Kyky"
"Well, I know that now, but he is convinced you hate him and want me to be with Haaland"
Jude scoffs, almost bursts out laughing "Please, I love Erling, but I know for a fact you wouldn't even last a week"
"Yeah" Jobe agrees "And Kyky seems to handle you just fine"
Arm in arm, the three of you walked home, a puppy eyed Kylian waiting for you on the sofa, almost running to you and hugging you close to himself as you kiss his cheek. Your brothers pretend to gag, but your glare sent their way makes them stand straight, the older one clears his throat.
"Look, Kylian, me an Jobe wanted to apologise for these past couple days"
"Yeah, and we totally think that you match her better than Haaland"
Your boyfriend smiles, easily accepting their apologises and promises to lay off the two of you, night passes on quickly as your boyfriend and brothers finally get to bond.
You can't even remember the last time you room was so quiet, only Kyky and you, his arms around your waist, chest to your back, keeping the two of you warm enough.
Everything is so calm, simple, but the feeling of something pocking your ass has you rising an eyebrow and turning to him with a look that is a mixture of amusement and confusion.
"Is this the moment you confess to me you have a thing for fucking your girlfriends in their childhood beds?"
He laughs, it's deep, yet a bit breathless letting you know his hornyness isn't something new at all.
"I mean, maybe, but it's also the fact of finally it only being me and you and that your ass looks so good on those shorts"
You are deep in thought for a moment, locating your brothers in your bedrooms, parents still out, you wonder if the sound of the bed creaking will be heard from the outside.
A big hand rubbing on your tummy and going lower takes you out from your thoughts, you look back at him, looking so smug as his hand teases you over the thin piece of fabric.
"Wow, can't even go a week without fucking, can you, Mbappe?"
"You are telling me you don't want this?" he is in, fingers hovering your clit, he can feel how wet you are"
"Never said that"
"Good" he concludes, fingers forming circles, another reaching towards your entrance.
You are not in for foreplay tonight, it might not have been taht long since you had your boyfriend's big cock inside you, still you feel depraved of it, you reach out for your own shorts and panties, pushing both fabrics down, making him become wide eyed as you next reach for his own bulge, stimulating it up and down for a bit before taking him out from his boxers.
You are desperate, you know he will tease you for this later, but you can't seem to care as you position him in your entrance, slamming your own hips back to take him all in.
His haw is clenched, eyes tightly closed and head pushed back as he tries to not let out the loud moan coming out from his mouth at the sudden rush of pleasure.
The pace is fast from the start, pleasure having clouded both of your minds as you can't seem to find it in yourself to care for the creaking of your bed and how the frame tries to slam against the wall.
Your leg is kept up by his big hand, having you wide open as his hips piston into yours, low moans leaving him as you whine out at the feeling of being so full.
His balls hit your ass cheeks, his tip kisses your cervix, he is fucking you open, so deep, this is only but a way to fuck off the tension, the love making will have to wait till later.
It doesn't take long until you are tightening around him and milking him for all he is worth, filling you up as you lay on the bed, breathing so heavily you are afraid your hearts will come out from your chests.
His head rests on your shoulder, a small kiss to the skin of your neck as he once more hugs you closely to him.
"You think your brothers heard?"
"I honestly couldn't care less"
You say that, but you know the next morning you won't be able to look either in the eye in hopes they won't ever know what just went on in your tight twin bed.
#kylian fanfic#kylian mbappe#kylian mbappe x reader#mbappe imagine#mbappe x reader#mbappe psg#mbappe#mbappe smut#psg#paris st. germain#france national team#france nt#football imagine#football player#jude bellingham#jobe bellingham
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Leshycatpril Week 3: Nightmares
Oneshot fic for my Nightmares entry. Plus this is set in an au where leshy is the follower and enzo/yellow cat is the revived chaos god,because i can. Also @aniflowers i meant roleswap when i asked about using aus in the ask,i worded it wrong lol. Enzo is yellow cat btw.
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Enzo wakes up in the middle of darkwood,seeming to have teleported there despite him not having his crown's powers anymore. He then walks across the area and then he ends up finding some camellias.
'Camellias.. Leshy loves these heh.' the yellow cat thought to himself,and he pushes the thought aside to keep walking in order to find a way back to the cult.
Enzo walks and walks for what seems to be hours until his legs gets tired from traveling for such a long time so he sits against a tree to rest for a bit. He notices it's dark out by then.
"Ugh it's night time. How will i get back to the cult and my beloved worm now?. And i'm too tired to keep traveling by foot." enzo complains,not talking to anyone in particular,just saying his thoughts out loud.
The scenery suddenly starts to become darker and darker as if shadows begun to envelope the forest. Then the yellow cat heard a voice yelling "He's over here!" to unknown associates. And before he knew it enzo got all his limbs tied up.
"Where are you taking me?!." enzo hissed at his captors. The big boar man carrying him then looked at him and opened his mouth to speak. "Don't you remember?,we were your old sacrifices when you were still the bishop of chaos. You had us hanged drawn and quartered,had us burnt at the stake,made sure that we had the most painful deaths possible. So we are going to make you go through the horrible demise to make you pay for doing so." the boar says to the yellow cat,with the other two former sacrifices which are a dog and a fox respectively listening to the two's conversation.
"But that's impossible! You're all dead! I made sure of it!." enzo says to the trio. "And the lamb resurrected us after finding our corpses at the outside of darkwood. Looks like we're gonna have our revenge boys." the boar says to his associates and then they all keep walking to a remote area in darkwood,which has a cauldron boiling at the center.
Enzo then realizes what's going to happen to him and then he starts crying. "Please! Please don't do this!. I have a boyfriend to go to!. Mercy! Mercy please for the love of the old faith!." enzo pleads to the trio tearfully.
"Did YOU listen to our pleas when we were getting sacrificed for you to selfishly gain more power?." the fox says to enzo who shakes his head in disagreement.
The yellow cat is then placed into the cauldron and the former sacrifices put more oil into the fire to make it stronger. Enzo can feel himself starting to burn and his skin rapidly starts peeling and blood gushes out from his now furless skin as he screams and cries for his captors to take him out but he burns and burns until he eventually dies.
Then enzo wakes up crying beside leshy in their tent together,with the cat realizing that it was just a dream.
The cat whimpers and cries softly as he hugs himself to soothe his own terrible nightmare as he doesn't want to wake up leshy with something so embarrassing for the former god of chaos,something that made him become so helpless and powerless. 𝘗𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘤 as his inner voice chastises.
Leshy then wakes up from hearing enzo's quiet sniffling via his strong hearing. "Hey. What's wrong zozo?." the worm asks enzo who's still crying.
"It's nothing. I'm fine." enzo says to his beloved as his voice breaks even more. The worm hugs enzo and then he kisses the latter on the forehead.
"You don't look fine kitty. You know you can tell me anything right?." leshy says to enzo softly who blushes in response. "I know. But it's kinda silly." enzo says then he laughs sheepishly while leshy wipes off his tears.
"Silly is okay with me. Now what or who made you cry?." leshy asks enzo. "I had a nightmare about my sacrificed followers getting resurrected and then they cooked me alive as revenge for the painful deaths i gave them. It was so scary. I thought it was real." the yellow cat says to leshy and then he cries even more.
"Oh kitty.." leshy says to enzo and then he hugs him a bit tighter,giving him kisses on the head. "It wasn't real. It was just a bad dream. You're safe with me now." leshy says to enzo and then he kisses him softly on the lips,the cat then kisses back and pulls away.
"Thank you lesh. I love you." enzo says to leshy. "I love you too. Also before we go back to sleep,what made you think that the bad dream was silly?." leshy asks. He then keeps hugging enzo.
"Well it's because i felt so helpless and pathetic in it. Because it's so humiliating for a former chaos god to feel that way... I hate being a powerless mortal." enzo explains to his boyfriend and then he frowns.
"Oh. Well at least this powerless mortal is loved by his awesome boyfriend right?." leshy teases enzo and then he wraps his arm around enzo's back. "I guess so. That's one good thing about being mortal." enzo says and then he yawns.
"Good night leshy." enzo says to leshy. "Good night zozo." leshy says to enzo and then he lies down along with enzo,spooning him from behind and hugging him tightly so that he won't have bad dreams anymore.
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Omg hi!!! Can you make a drabble about What A Shame of how Charles asked her to marry him? I really needed to read that❤️ btw i loved this fic
He would definitely do it during a family dinner.
He had everything planned: the backyard was decorated with fairy lights, his brothers would record it and his mom would make sure that Juliette would never step on the backyard
He wasn't nervous at all
After all, he already married her so many times while they were kids and proposed to her so many times
But this time is the real oneHe had the ring box on his jacket and the speech he memorized
When Juliette and him arrived at her parents house, he would guide her to the kitchen so she could leave the dessert she made.
"Why don't you help your mom and mine by getting the things ready for dinner while I set the table ready?" he asked her, kissing her shoulder
"Just make sure you don't break a dish again, love" she chuckled,making his mom laugh.
He rolled his eyes playful and walked to the backyard with the dishes he grabbed, putting them in place.
"Are you ready?" "You have the ring?" "Can I see it?" "You won't cry, right? Because if you cry I'll cry"His brother walked towards him immediately when they saw him, hugging him and asking too many questions.
"I'm not nervous, but you'll make me nervous if you keep asking me those things, Tur" he sighed to his little brother
"Sorry. I'm just excited. My phone has 100% battery so I can take pictures and record all the videos you need" he said, patting his back.
"Thanks" he smiled nodding.
Everything was perfect.
The background music was soft, the table was great (all dishes survived) and the ring was burning on his pocket wishing to be finally revealed
The dinner was nice.
His mom made her famous plate and her mom made their favorite summer drink for all of them
He wasn't nervous
Or maybe he wasHe felt Arthur's eyes on him, asking him with his eyes when he's going to do it, just to get the phone ready
Lorenzo was looking at him too, asking him to do it soon before their mom walks inside to grab the dessert
Charles sighed, putting his hand inside the pocket of his jeansHe stood up, kissing her head and acting like if he was going to go grab something, but instead he stood behind her, looking at his brother
Arthur understood the signal and grabbed his phone, recording everything
"Tur, why are you recording? Are you making a TikTok? Carla is not here" Juliette frowned looking at him
But then Charles grabbed the box, making their moms gasp, and Juliette look at them frowning
"What? Did you forget to invite Carla?" She asked Arthur. "Dude!"
"Juliette" Charles called her, one knee on the ground behind her.
She just gasped, hearing him behind her while she turned around slowly.
He was there, kneeling in front of her with a box on his hands and a ring inside of it.
That's it. He's asking her.
"We have known each other since we were three. We got married plenty of times in the backyard and on the playground of our school. And I know we made lots of promises of eternal love, but I broke them. I know that I was the most selfish man letting you go once. But with this I will never let you go again"
Juliette looked at him, short memories of them as kids on the same backyard, her holding a handmade flower bouquet with a white kitchen towel as her veil in her head while he stood in front of her with a candy ring on his hand, came to her mind.But this was happening for real
"The time we were apart I could never take you out of my mind, I always wanted to marry you. I wanted to do that once I won my first championship, but you weren't there and it was my fault. But, Juliette. Now you are here, and I'm so grateful that you gave me a second chance"
She just smiled, tears already running down her cheeks while she heard his words
"Juliette Morelli, will you make me the happiest man in this universe and marry me, this time for real?"
"Yes! Of course I'll marry you!"
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OMG! You AU is AMAZING!!! This is exactly what I needed in my life!!
Can you please make a Part 2 of “A Hero is Born Changes” where it’s just Sun Wukong and Macaque messing with MK with their double life? Like they know everything that’s happening but pretend that nothing is happening and it’s driving MK crazy? (Sorry my english is bad). Thank you.
ty for being so interested! Your english is fine btw!
If I write more about "A Hero is Born Changes", it will most likely be as a proper fic chapter.
MK getting his powers for the first time and not wanting to tell his parents cus they're on vacation and he doesn't want to worry them. Meanwhile; Wukong and Macaque are secretly watching the initial confrontation with the Demon Bull family and are So Scared but Proud for their little guy.
Both have a near breakdown when the gang thinks MK was killed by the lava around Flower Fruit Mountain, but thankfully SWK is able to relay that he's ok to the noodle gang via astral projection/text message.
The Six Eared Macaque and The Monkey King meet MK inside the Water Curtain Cave.
And ofc MK still stomps on SWK's butterfly form in shock.
SWK: *does his big introduction*
Macaque, just walks in from the shadows: " Show-off"
Macaque and Wukong continue to argue with each other for the rest of the pilot; Macaque being more of a worrier, while Wukong is more lax.
*Both in disguise, watching the climatic battle*
Macaque: "We really should intervene."
Wukong: "Relax, he'll be fine. He's our kid after all."
MK: *crashes the jet straight into Red Son*
Macaque: *glares at Wukong*
Wukong: "...to be fair. I said he'd fine. Red Boy? Not so much."
Macaque: "I swear Gongzhu (PIF) will kill you the second we meet up again."
Wukong, fake disapointment: "Oh no~, as if dinner with my sworn in-laws wasn't bad enough already."
They argue so much that they nearly miss MK's first victory.
After MK defeats DBK and the Bull family retreats, Macaque and Sun Wukong show back up at the noodle shop. Just sitting inside the shop with fake luggage, vacation clothes (think S4 beach ending clothes), and pretending they don't know what happened.
MK: "Bama! Baba! You're back! So much happened today I dunno where to start!"
Wukong: "Don't worry about it bud. We've got all day to listen!"
MK: "How was your vacation by the way?"
Macaque: "It was... good. We're just glad that we're back home safe and sound.
*cue family group hug including the rest of the noodle gang*
I'll be definitely writing it in greater detail than here, but thats the general gist of it.
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Lilith is probably good at acting kind, so maybe when she and Adam were married, she was, like, terrible to him. And then once she shows back up, when Adam and Luci are getting close, she provokes him, then plays the victim. Which, of course, starts to make people upset with him and isolate him more.
Then Vox sees this while spying on Alastor, and he sends Val the footage, who watches it near Angel, and that’s how Lucifer finds our what Lilith is doing.
But by that point it’s too late and Adam has fallen pretty deep in a mental health spiral.
Okay okay okay, but anon, that thing that you're saying about Lilith being terrible to Adam and acting kind when she wants to, I kinda fucking love that.
There's a fic that was like, Adam did everything he could for that woman, but she only wanted more and more power, and she lied to Lucifer, she lied to Adam, she lies to everyone. And honestly??? I kinda fucking love that because I swear the whole story about poor little Lilith feels like bullshit to me LOL (Here's that fic btw https://archiveofourown.org/works/53668888). Don't get me wrong, I don't think Adam was an innocent sweet little potato when he was a human, but I hardly doubt Lilith was too.
However, I don't think she'd stoop to just trying to make Adam feel miserable about himself, I don't think she's just evil for evil's sake. She would lie and manipulate if she saw it fit with her goals, which, in my opinion, is something in line with ruling over Hell, and possibly even Heaven. Is this just speculation because I love Lilith being evil and am I probably going to look like an idiot when season 2 comes out? Most likely! Stay tuned to watch that happen in real time!
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