#and i’m kind of scared i’m losing the thread

[uhbasicallyjustmilex]

me desperately trying to outrun my writer’s block for the fiftieth time this week

[iimmunex]

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[pickingupmymercedes]

Lewis Masterlist

Series

It comes with the territory p.1 / p.2 / p.3

“This… this is the hardest thing I’ve ever done. But no love is worth losing my sanity over. Not even ours.”

An Invisible String Theory Story p.1 / p.2 / p.3

"I’ve always felt that string pulling me closer to something. But never, not even in my most beautiful dreams, had I imagined that it was to bind us together."

It was bound to come out p.1 / p.2

"Do I look like I'm joking? This is not a joke! My father has seen a video of us... the one video that couldn’t leave my phone!"

Not just a pretty face p.1 / p.2 / p.3 / bonus

"because even this… even this agonizing dance is better than not having you at all."

Maybe in another life - p.1 / p.2 / p.3

"A what-if that will forever linger in the quiet corners of my mind."

She’s here and she’s ours - p.1 / p.2 / p.3 / p.4 / p.5 / p.6 / p.7 / p.8

You couldn’t really tell if he was telling you or himself that. "How you feeling dad?" "Amazed, hopeful, scared... in love"

Get me out of here p.1 / p.2

“Why are you defending him?” “Because we need to think this through, babe. Toto’s not one of us anymore, you saw it.”

Your future was Ferrari - p.1 / p.2

Surely, it meant nothing for Lewis and you would probably never see him again. Your future was at Ferrari, somewhere he would never step foot in. Or would he?!

Multichapters

Ways to say “I love you” p.1 / p.2 / p.3(NSFW)

All these little things p.1 / p.2

Small firsts p.1

Firsts - NSFW p.1 / p.2

Ways they show they love each other p.1 / p.2

One-Shots

Angst

It had to be enough - "I’m so fucking tired of fighting, of trying to prove that I still belong here." "I can’t keep watching you tear yourself apart like this. It’s killing me, Lewis."

Home is wherever you are - "You shouldn't have come" "Had to"

An impossible dream - "Don't you ever wonder what could have been?"

I didn't get scared. I'm always scared - “Do you even understand what it’s like for me? To love someone who lives every day like it might be their last?”

Not now, not ever - "You don't have to go through this alone, you know"

I'll come find you - “I’m scared… of how things have been, of how things are going to be.”

If these wings could fly - “I don’t think I’ve ever felt anything like Sunday. It’s been so long and everyone’s worked so hard for that”

And just like the sun, we will rise - “I can’t promise to have all the answers, but please let me in”

Fluffs

What it means - “Since I was five, since I first saw Ayrton race on TV. He was my absolute hero, and I didn’t know much about the world back then, didn’t know what I could be, but seeing him… it made me believe.

Lucky you're hot - The kind of kiss that would’ve been cute—if it weren’t for the fact that I was very much on camera, in a professional setting, with a dozen or so people watching.

A smile like that -"And he’s out there, posting photos like it’s some romantic movie."

A bit mushy - How Lewis and his wife do in a couple's Interview.

Happy you're home - "And trust me, he adores you. He just doesn't know how to express it."

Later it is - “But that safety pin right there is holding on for dear life.” “I only care about what you think.” “Flatterer.”

Of thorns and blooms - "It's meant to be worn by someone who sees the world differently, who tells stories with every thread"

He always rises - "Like I knew I'd given it my all, every lap, every strategy meeting. And finally, finally, it’s paying off. It feels… good. It feels so damn good."

R for Roscoe, C for Coco - "You went through all this trouble just for Father's Day with Roscoe?"

Boy from Stevenage - "you don't need to win over that entire room tonight. You just need to make that brave boy from Stevenage proud."

Whispered fairytale - "The point is in the surprise. The joy of meeting them, whoever they are, for the very first time."

A thousand times over - "Since I still don’t believe it’s true… would you marry me, again?"

It sounds silly - "I'm a grown woman who’s achieved success in life, yet… I find myself comparing to those other women."

NSFW (+18 only)

Can't check out -“Where’s the cutthroat guy who would have had me pinned to the wall by now?"

Utterly gone -“But for the record, I also owe you.”

Very First -“I want this. I want you. And I’m not saying that lightly.”

Salty -"Told you” she whispered, her thumb brushing against his bottom lip. "It’s salty."

Damn him -“I believe you’ve got two things that are mine” “My hair tie you took with you this morning. And you babe, you're mine.”

Give yourself some credit - “I’m gonna give you five minutes to mourn that shit qualy” “You think you can handle me, pretty girl?”

What those arms can do - "Let's focus on you for now, love. And what these arms can do to you."

Warm enough - "Did you know there were no doors in this place?" "I might have known. Thought it could be romantic"

It's not just a win - The 104 special - "I just...I needed this. I needed to win. To prove to myself that I still can."

Improvised Compensation - "My plans definitely involve you" he continued, "but they can be done anywhere"

As good as chocolate - "That's a new way to claim your share"

I'm yours, only yours - Vegas special - “You really thought she was any match for you?”

It always points South - “Your compass tattoo, huh?”

My Venus - MET special - "I can actually feel your eyes searing holes in my dress, Lewis."

I want South - "Hello, miss explorer”

You only need to ask - "Seems like someone's forgotten how we got here in the first place"

It's Mrs. Hamilton - “Mark me, show me who I belong to”

The things we do for fashion - "Like what you see?" "More than you'll ever know."

Show me you care - “I’m asking you to, show me how much you want this, because I know you do”

My mark - “I’m not one to leave things unfinished”

NSFW alphabet

Senna!Reader x Lewis Hamilton

Thank you for everything - "It doesn't matter how long it's been" "Grief doesn't have a deadline."

Under an Ipê tree - “He would’ve liked you I think… would’ve hated to race you, for sure."

Drabbles

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[whalesforhands]

You think you’ve met with the biggest worry of your life yet. Well… Kind of? Certainly, it was a blessing to think that this was your biggest worry thus far.

But something that has been making you lose sleep nonetheless.

That being that your cute, adorable and quiet son— Was being so much colder than usual.

“Mama. Megumi’s just cranky all the time.”

“Gumi’s been sulking in his room and listening to a lot of radio songs, too. Nana and I saw.”

Your twins have been just fine— As sweet as they could possibly be, as they cuddle up to you and follow you around the kitchen to make dinner or chasing their poor Papa and Daddy out the door so that they won’t bother your little bonding session.

But it seems Fushiguro Megumi has been a lot more distant than usual, his eyes squinted at you everytime he spoke, narrowed blue eyes and almost— Like a glare.

Maybe you’ve done something wrong? Did you not sew his favourite shirt up right? Ah, maybe you shouldn’t have asked Suguru to help you season the vegetables in the stew today— Was it because Satoru bought the wrong brand of pork?

Just what has been on your son’s mind?

“Megumi… Is something wrong? Are you okay? Do you feel sick?” And he’s gripping onto your hand, eyes squinted at you as he glares.

“I-I’m fine! Quit trying to take my temperature…!”

Your plans for reconciling don’t seem to be doing well either.

“…thanks.”

One direct strike to your heart that has you clutching at your chest in stark worry. It’s almost like he was getting colder and colder until hell could actually freeze over…!

“Welcome home! Did you like your lunch? I made your favourite today, oh! And added the carrots that you were talking about.” Your hand pats his head as he stares up at you with an almost blank expression on his face, coupled with that squinty look in his eye.

“It was okay.”

Another direct plunge of the knife into your heart as you cough and try to recover from this excruciating worry and panic from within.

There has got to be something wrong… Right?

“It’s gotta be puberty or something!” Satoru’s arm is around you, patting your back as you almost sob, your head resting upon your husband’s chest as you voice your concerns about your poor son.

“Satoru,” You sniffle lightly as he threads his fingers through your hair, letting you stare into his eyes as he hums in acknowledgment. “Were you like this at his age too?”

“Nope! I did have like, a giant target painted on my back cause I was powerful and stuff though.”

Oh my god. Was Megumi being targetted by dangerous organizations—

“And I think you’re scaring her, Satoru.” A gentle voice is heard as the bathroom door opens, Geto Suguru with a towel around his neck and his freshly dried hair being pushed back by a palm.

“Darling,” He’s kneeling by the side of the bed to be eye level with you as he takes yours hand in his. “Megumi and the girls are safe no matter where they go. Trust us.”

You do, you really do.

“B-But Suguru…! Megumi doesn’t even ask me for hugs anymore…!”

That was what was making you go on the brink of tears, actually. Your once sweet, quiet and slightly chubby but soft Megumi used to shyly plop his head onto your lap, used to stare at you until you would bend down and tightly squeeze him in your arms.

But now he won’t even call you ‘Mama’…

“Ah, that last part. He doesn’t even call me Papa anymore either. They’re at the age where it feels awkward to call their parents that, after all.”

But your girls—

“The twins and Tsumiki are better at endearing themselves, sweetheart.” The bed dips as he gets on, letting you flip the blanket up so that he could join you as he fluffs up and pillow and sits himself up. “Plus, you know how much better they are at expressing themselves than Gumi is.”

Your husband is right, but—

“You look so stressed, honey,” Your snowy-haired sorcerer of a husband hums so dismissively, as if he doesn’t understand the weight of the situation as Suguru continues to comfort you.

“Wanna kiss?”

Not at all being helpful.

(“I’m taking away all your kissing privileges,” A pout as you turn your head away from the puckered lips of one of your husbands.

“W-Wha? I didn’t even do anything! Suguru, convince her to give me back my rights, pleaseeeeee?!”

“Nope.” Your husband adjusts his reading glasses as his book settles on his lap and your head was now on his broader shoulder. “I’m mad at you too.”

Gojo Satoru feels very wronged right now.)

It seems the only one who seems to understand your worry is your eldest daughter.

“Mm! Megumi’s been acting really, really awkward lately, Mama!” Her plastic cup slams down onto the coaster with much more force than usual, the strawberry milk swirling about from the vibration of the force.

“I saw him putting his face super, super close to this magazine too!” She angrily takes a bite of her riceball, making sure to chew thoroughly as well as swallow before speaking once more. “And Mimiko says Megumi was asking her for her notes a lot more now!”

“And everytime I ask him what’s wrong, he flinches and tells me that it was nothing. Then he tells me that he wants to eat more carrots!”Fushiguro Tsumiki has a hand on her cheek as her shoulders slump and her head rolls onto your lap.

“Boys are so hard to read…”

And you’re contemplating. Just a little bit as you lightly pinch your daughter’s cheek and think just that little bit more.

The squinting, odd glare when talking, the pressing of his face against magazines, the asking of notes from his sister in the same grade as him, the carrots, the refusal to admit that anything was wrong with him—

Does your Megumi… Have eyesight problems?

It would make sense, honestly. For him to keep such a problem to himself thinking that he could fix it with time all on his own—

Oh, that silly boy.

Notes:

“Megumi? You should’ve told me sooner.” You’re holding his hand as you both take a trip to the optometrist, his face in a blank, almost angry pout as he’s lead forward.

“It’s my own problem anyway. I made my eyes like this so—“

“Megumi.” And he shuts up at your stern tone, at your hardened expression and your disapproving gaze.

You crouch down beside him, meeting his height as you lightly squeeze his held hand. His gaze was now downcast, shifted awkwardly to be looking at the floor as he nervously gulps and avoids meeting your eyes.

He’s definitely guilty.

“You know that you would never bother me.” Your hand is in his hair and ruffling those stuck-up strands of black. “And you’ll never trouble me, no matter how bad of a problem you’ve run into.”

“And if you feel like you can’t approach your fathers,” You have to take a deep breath in as his hair falls over his eyes and obscures his gaze. “There’s always me you can turn to. Your sisters would be more than happy to listen as well.”

“So don’t go thinking that you’re alone, okay?”

He’s still your son, no matter what he thinks, after all.

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omg i woke up and saw your post about requests and came running!! you alr know i need all the angst in my life so can i please req dk + come back to me if he hurts you” 🥺🫶🏻

thx for helping me realize i write mostly angst for sunshine boy and continuing the tradition 🫶🏻 akjddsk

DK (SVT) | “Come back to me if he hurts you.” angst | 0.7k | gn!reader

He stares at you, processing. It feels - well, there’s no way to put how it feels. His chest is hollow. He has no parallel to draw, so he just… stares.

The information shouldn’t come as a surprise. He’s heard through the grapevine that you began dating again. Honestly, should he even care? He does. But should he? Does he have any right to care? The split was amicable, mutual. Friendly even. You’re friends still. You seem happy. He’s genuinely happy that you are happy, so why…

“Seok? Are you alright?” your panicked voice and slowly approaching hand make him wake up and flinch away. He feels his face soften from whatever grimace he was making upon seeing your hurt expression.

“Sorry, yeah,” he clears his throat, “I’m alright. Uh, so things are good, yeah?”

He tries hard to ignore your face morphing into a mask of indifference.

“Yeah, things are good,” you repeat.

The silence that follows is awkward and stretches on. He wants to break it but he has no idea how.

“This was a mistake, wasn’t it?” you laugh, but it sounds empty as you hide your face in your hands, “I don’t know why I told you.”

“Hey,” he protests way too quickly and his hand immediately shoots to your shoulder, and he pulls it back just as quickly. You turn towards him and frown. It’s unusual to see him so serious. “I want you to tell me. You’re my friend.”

Your smile is sad. He hates it.

“We’re more than that, Min,” you sigh. It’s quiet again and he’s just as helpless.

“I guess I want to tell you everything - would that be cruel?” you meet his eyes again, but all he sees is the anxious way you fidget with a loose thread on your pants, “I guess I just want to know if you think we’ll work out. You’re the one who’d be the best judge of that.”

“I’m the worst one to be the judge of that,” he corrects you, his voice slipping into his comedic persona easily, “Seeing how things turned out.”

You do laugh and some of the unpleasant feelings lift off his shoulders. He doesn’t know what would be the best or most appropriate thing to say next. He’s not sure how he’s supposed to feel. All he knows is he has to start talking or this will be very pathetic very soon.

“I’m really happy for you, sorry,” he smiles, blinking away some of the moisture in his eyes, “I don’t know why this-” he motions vaguely to his face, “Happened.”

You chuckle, but looking at you, your eyes are wet too. 

“I get it,” you nod, “I’m so scared it’ll end wrong again.”

He sighs. As if he didn’t know the feeling intimately well. 

“Did-” he stops himself before he can finish, thinking better of it, but you push for it anyway. “Did I do something? Something so bad it makes you afraid now?”

“Oh god, Min, no,” you rush to reassure him and end up grabbing his hand in both of yours. You bite your lit. This isn’t exactly how you expected the talk to go. “If anything you loved me too well. So I’m afraid I won’t feel love like that again. Or that I’ll fuck up and lose it.”

“You couldn’t ever fuck up like that,” he laughs - the idea alone is so ridiculous, “Because you’re the kind of person nobody would want to lose.”

You shake your head, leaning into him with a laugh. He’s warm against your side. It feels comfortable. Comfortable like it used to feel even before you dated, like it did when you were together too. You missed being this comfortable with Seokmin after the breakup. 

Things change, but maybe they don’t need to be all that different. You have too much history to let go. And all of it is good - as much as humanly possible.

“Come back to me if he hurts you,” he outstretches his pinky to you. You huff, but there’s a wobbly grin on your face anyway when you promise with your own.

“You got it, Min.”

[itoshiexx]

make my way back (to you)

synopsis: after an argument that leaves doubts about the future of the relationship, the last thing you expected was your boyfriend rin coming to your doorstep to apologize.

pairing: itoshi rin x gn!reader | words: 1k | warnings: established relationship, hurt/comfort, fluff, making up after an argument, implied exes to lovers (?)

notes: hey guys! this fic is inspired by this list of kiss prompts, where @ode2rin chose prompts number 3, 11 and 38 for our bbg rin. i really wanted to try this out and mimi was kind enough to help by choosing some prompts <3 i dedicate this to you, mimi, hope you like it!

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“i’m sorry.”

to say you were shocked was an understatement. 

out of all the things itoshi rin could ever say to you, this was the last option you would expect. after eight months of dating, you were well aware that rin was not the type of person to apologize — mostly, he would pretend nothing happened and try to move on with your life as a couple, even if that usually rubbed salt in your wounds. 

though you could only endure so much of this behavior, and one day the thread finally snapped. the argument was the worst you ever had, leaving both of you with sore throats, teary eyes and doubt about the aftermath of your relationship.

so it was quite a shock to see him on a saturday night at your doorstep, all sweaty and breathing heavily as if he just ran there. you were sitting snugly in your pajamas, watching your comfort show on the tv with a tub of ice cream, trying really hard not to think if your relationship would still continue, when the doorbell rang and revealed such a sight. 

“i’m sorry,” he says again, breaking you from your stupor.

“rin, what are you doing here?” you finally find your voice to ask. “i thought you said…”

“i was wrong,” he interrupts, and your jaw drops again. not only was he apologizing, but recognizing his mistakes? 

he must see the incredulous look on your face, because he sighs and pinches the space between his brows with his fingers. this was way harder than it looked.

“i know what you’re thinking,” he continues, “but at the end, the answer is always the same: i love you.” your breath hitches. “i love you so much that i rather sacrifice my pride and overcome my fear of vulnerability than lose you because i can’t fucking apologize. and i’m shit at it, i know, but i’m… i’m trying. for you.”

your fingers that still hold the doorknob tremble, and you are pretty sure your eyes are welled up with unshed tears. you never thought this day would come, but here it was. 

rin was trying, and that was all you ever wanted from him. 

“i should have said earlier. all those times we argued and i was wrong, i… i should have said i was sorry, because i was. every time. i just didn’t— shit, i didn’t know how. i still don’t.”

he laughs a little, but it sounds strangled and full of pain. you decide you don’t like it. “maybe this is terrible, but i really hope it’s the thought that counts—”

“rin,” it’s your time to interrupt. his body goes stiff and he goes silent, gulping. 

“yeah?” it’s a meek little sound. he thinks it’s a bit pathetic.

but then you lunge forward, lacing your arms around his neck. your voice is nothing but a breathy demand when you say, “kiss me.”

and rin finally feels like he can breathe again. 

his left hand holds your waist tightly, as if you could disappear at any moment, and his right one cups your cheek in a loving gesture that leaves your legs trembling. then, his mouth is on yours, delicate, gentle, like you are the most precious thing he has the pleasure to hold. 

he kisses you like he’s scared to let go, prodding his tongue inside your mouth wanting to commit your shape to memory, twirling through every crevice and corner he can find. he is licking your lips like a man starved, sighing with ecstasy every time they welcome him further, because rin knows you are the closest thing to paradise he will ever find and that he’s not worthy of such heaven.

and he really hopes his kiss can convey everything he can’t manage to say. that you can feel on every inch of his plump lips that they are only meant to say your name, and that his tongue only wants to feel your taste. 

you do. 

when you finally part, faces flushed and breaths short, the smile that adorns your face is enough to soothe any of rin’s concerns, and he can’t help the little whisper of “i love you,” that comes out of his mouth before giving yours one last peck, chaste and full of veneration.

“i love you, too,” you say, squeezing his hand in reassurance. “and i forgive you.”

rin sighs in relief, “thank god.”

your giggle is like music to his ears, and he feels his heart grow tenfold with the way you’re shining under the dim moonlight. sometimes rin believes you can not be from this earth, because only something unworldly could make him feel so full of love to the point he could barely breathe.

you step inside your apartment, bringing him with you. “let’s go to bed, shall we?” your words are slightly laced with sleepiness, and he thinks you’re adorable; so ethereal even with your slightly disheveled hair, so he only nods. together, you walk the familiar path towards your bedroom, where you lay in bed and melt in each other’s arms.

it’s a little bit like a puzzle, you think, the way you and rin fit so well. it makes you feel safe and relaxed, and there is no other place in this world you’d rather be. it’s no surprise you fall asleep so quickly.

your eyes are already closed, but he whispers nevertheless, “goodnight, baby”. 

when morning comes and the sun seeps through the blindfolds, rin can feel you even before he opens his eyes. your groggily murmur his name, and then your lips touch his nose. 

“not your lips.” he can hear you pouting. “mornin’, baby.”

you try again, eyes closed, trying to find his mouth by tracing his face with your nose. you kiss his cheek, his chin and even the corner of his lips until rin finally has enough. 

even without seeing you, his mouth makes its way to yours easily, just like rin would always make his way back to you.

© 2023 itoshiexx. do not plagarise, translate, or repost any of my work on here or other sites.

[danikamariewrites]

Okay okay okay, so errr I have like maybe a couple things but I'm not throwing everything with the expectation that you write all of them!!!

First maybe Azriel taking fem reader to a starfall ball. Bonus points if A already knows B is their mate, and they're waiting for A to find out

Okay okay now for Xaddy Xaden. WHAT ABOUT Xaden Riorson smut maybe? Idk I don't have a plot I just kinda want him

THANK YOU SO MUCH

Diamonds and Pearls

Azriel x f!Reader

A/n: I think this is my favorite fic I’ve written so far. I almost started crying writing this tbh. I went with Az bc I’m in a fluffy mood this evening but Xaden smut is coming I swear😉

Warnings: disgustingly fluffy

Azriel was surprised by how bold he had been in asking you to go to the annual Starfall ball with him. He didn’t want to dance around his feelings for you anymore, he had to tell you the truth. And tonight was the perfect night. Azriel never considered himself a romantic male, but that was changing tonight.

The reason for Azriel’s boldness was thanks to the mating bond. The bond had snapped for him exactly three weeks ago at breakfast. It was nothing special, just you, him, Cassian, and Nesta sitting at the table when it hit him. Feeling that golden thread come to life in his chest, being able to feel your calm heartbeat was the best thing that has ever happened to him.

For the first time in his life Azriel felt pure joy. He felt like everything was perfectly aligned. He was already head over heels in love with you and the mating bond just solidified that you were the one for him. You had known each other for centuries, and have been seeing each other romantically for a few months now. He was ready to take your relationship to the next step.

But would you want this with him? To be tied to him forever? He didn’t stop to think about that during his weeks of planning the perfect night to tell you. No, he couldn’t let his mind wander, he was too happy. He realized in his worrying his shadows were swirling around him and the hallway. Azriel called the rogue shadows back to him, he didn’t want to scare you when you came out of your room.

Just as your door opens the last shadow flys back to him. Of course the one shadow that was fond of you was last to come back to Azriel.

As soon as Azriel laid eyes on you he was speechless. You looked like the brightest star that would grace the sky this evening. Your dress was a beautiful light blue, made up of diamonds and pearls strung along the bodice. Your leg peeking out of the slit in your flowing silk skirt that had a layer of shimmering fabric that reflected in the light. Your silver heels clacking on the tiled floors as you made your way towards the shadowsinger.

“Wow.” He breathed out. You spun causing the dress to flare out, it practically glowed, just like you Azriel thought. “You don’t look too bad yourself.” Azriel suddenly felt guilty for wearing just a simple all black outfit on such a special night. A blush dusted his cheeks, “Thank you.” He holds out the box he’s been clutching for 2 hours, afraid he’d lose the gift he bought you. “I got you something for tonight.”

“Oh, Az, you didn’t have to get me anything.” You took the box from his hands, slipping one into his hands, smirking. “Very slick.” You giggle.

“You open yours first, and I promise I did not go to Mor for gift advice.” Azriel laughed, opening the box. His eyes went wide, he couldn’t believe you had given him something so beautiful. In the box was a silver signet ring with his wings and Mount Ramiel with the stars above it. “Y/n…this is incredible. Thank you.” He smiles down at you, his heart soaring at your kindness. “Your turn,” he slips the ring on his index finger, flexing his scarred fingers at the new feeling.

You open the skinny box to a gleaming diamond and sapphire bracelet. “Azriel! This is absolutely gorgeous. Thank you.” He takes the delicate chain out of the box, “Allow me.” You smile at him as he clasps the bracelet on your wrist. He brings your hand up to his mouth leaving a soft kiss on your knuckles.

He drops your hand, offering you his arm, “Shall we?” You interlock your arm with his and he whisks you away to the party. To the future he has planned for you, hopefully.

…

The stars are about to fall and Azriel had stolen you away from the Inner Circle to watch them on a private balcony. You were very excited to watch the stars with just Azriel. You planned to tell him that you loved him tonight, something you haven’t said to each other yet.

Lost in your thoughts about the beautiful shadowsinger, staring up at the stars he sneaks up behind you, tapping you on the shoulder. Startled, you turn towards his smiling face as he holds out a glass of wine for you, “What are sneaking up on me for!” Chuckling at your reaction he pulls you into his side, wrapping a wing around you, “Sorry darling, force of habit.”

You sip from the glass as the stars start to fall, watching in awe. The stars only hold Azriel’s attention briefly, more interested in watching you glow under their flashing light. Mother above you are beautiful, and he’s thanking her, like he has everyday since the bond snapped, that you’re in his life.

After a few more minutes of watching the stars you feel Azriel’s eyes on you. You turn, shifting a little away from him and smile. “I’m very happy I get to spend Starfall with you Az.”

“I am too y/n.” He swallows, now’s the time to tell you. He’s not backing out now. “I have something to tell you.” You say in unison. Laughing at your synchronization, you take Azriel’s hands in yours, swiping your thumb over the new signet ring reflecting all the blues and purples from the stars. “You go first.”

Azriel can feel his hands clamming up, it’s now or never. He’s just going to come right out and say it, even if it comes out sounding foolish. “A few weeks ago, at breakfast the mating bond snapped for me, for you. I could feel your heartbeat and happiness as you laughed at Nesta’s joke. And I swear in that moment I fell in love with you all over again. I’ve been waiting for the perfect time to tell you. I understand if you don’t want this because honestly I don’t deserve you y/n or the love you give me. But I can’t imagine my life without you.”

Tears were falling from your eyes. You couldn’t believe what Azriel was saying. You wanted this so badly from the day you first met. All you wanted was his love, but this was even better. You had dreamed about finding your mate ever since your mother told you about the concept when you were a little girl. Now yours is standing right in front of you confessing his love for you!

“Yes Azriel,” nodding vigorously, sending more tears flying down your cheeks. “I love you and you’re all I’ve ever wanted. I’m so lucky to have you as my mate, I couldn’t ask for anyone better.” Tears were now falling down his face. He wrapped his arms around your waist pulling you flush against him, kissing you heatedly.

In that moment the bond came to life in your chest. Glowing bright, connecting the two of you forever.

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[shesoutofhere]

Meet Me in the Corner pt.3

Peter Parker x Reader

Pt.1, Pt.2, Pt.3, Pt.4

Summary: Mar threatens Peter, Peter apologizes, kind of, and then Peter ambushes you with a blind date.

Please ignore typos or I'll cry <3.

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Mar did in fact have an ‘I told you so’ moment. 

Lucky for you, she didn’t rub it in your face for too long. After hearing about your interaction with Charlotte, it’s safe to say Peter Parker is no longer enemy number one. 

Mar is now afraid to leave you alone, scared that you’ll be bullied again, and has insisted on the buddy system. 

You are now walking through the dining hall, with a yapping Mar behind you. 

“What am I going to do with you? I have to leave for work but you’ll still be here for revising.” Mar says with a pout. You can't help but roll your eyes at her. 

“Mar, I love you, so I say this with love and kindness, but I really need you to leave me alone.” 

Mar gasps in shock, “That is not love and kindness. That is hate and meanness, but I’ll let it slide because you're in a crummy mood.” 

You would deny that you’re in a crummy mood but you’d be lying. You and Peter decided over a very dry email thread that you’d meet up to work on revising the outline. You had told him that it was mostly your part that needed work and there was no point in meeting but he insisted until you agreed. 

You continue to bicker with Mar, when she suddenly yanks on your backpack, halting your walking. 

“Omg, do not be alarmed but there is an absolute cutie staring at us from the smoothie line.”

You turn your head to try and see who she's talking about but realize who it is soon enough. 

You both make eye contact and you dart your eyes anywhere else that isn't on him. 

Mar gives you a “subtle” shake. “He waved, oh my gosh he just jumped out of the line.”

You still refuse to look. “Mar can we go please?” 

She grabs your shoulders, not letting you move. “Um no way, he’s coming over here.” 

Before you know it, Peter is standing in front of the both of you with a sheepish smile. Still oblivious to who he is, Mar flutters her lashes in the most Mar manner. 

Peter’s got his eyes on you though. “Hey, didn’t think I’d see you till later.” 

You can feel Mar’s eyes burning a hole into your head so you speak up. “Mar, this is that guy from the Cal project.” you could’ve properly introduced him but you're too petty to care. 

Mar immediately loses all excitement. “Oh, that guy.” Peter scowls. Too bad.

You nod, “yeah, that guy.” Mar comes around from behind you and links her arm with yours, looking Peter right in the eye. “I’ve got to get to work, but if I get any sort of text message from her about you, I will be here so quick you won’t even see me coming.” 

All Peter can do is nod his head. 

She turns to look at you with a sweet smile, “Anywho, I will see you later. Please remember to shut the window if you get home before me.” you nod your head dramatically, tired of hearing about the damn window. “Yes yes, I’ll close it.” 

Mar gives you a once-over before finally saying bye and glaring at Peter while she walks away. 

Peter lightly shivers, “Okay, so I’m assuming she doesn't like me?”

You nod, “Assumption correct.” 

There’s an awkward pause.

“Would you believe me if I told you I was in line to get you an apology smoothie?”

You shoot him a look. “No, I wouldn't believe you.”

Peter sucks in a breath, “valid, I was though. But then I saw you and acted before thinking and I didn't even get to order.”

That’s kind of sweet but you are losing it with his back-and-forth behavior. Time to listen to Mar and put your foot down.

“Look, since we're both free can we just get the revision over with?”

Peter, a bit stunned by your bluntness, just nods. 

“Okay then.” you clap your hands, “ let's go somewhere quieter.” 

Peter trails behind you, as you look for somewhere to hunker down. You occasionally look behind to see if he’s still there. When you look, you see his eyes searching all over the place. You know better than to assume but you can’t help but think he’s making sure there's no one he knows.

You finally find a quiet corner table and decide that’ll do. You plop yourself down in one of the seats and Peter does the same. 

You set your backpack on the table and pull out the outline Cal handed back to you. You slide across the table over to Peter. 

The more Peter reads, the deeper his frown gets.

With one more look over he tosses it on the table. “What the hell is up with this dude?” you assume he means Cal. 

“What? Not a fan of Cal’s critiques?” you reply sarcastically. Peter scoffs and reads the paper again. “No, our outline may not have been perfect but it was damn near it.” 

You're kind of grateful that someone is finally understanding what you meant about Cal.

You try to lighten the mood. “What are you talking about, Cal barely left any responses on your part, you should be proud.” 

Peter deadpans. 

“Nothing to be excited about if he’s gonna be critiquing us like this.” He reads it over and over again, “man you weren't lying when you said he didn’t like you.” 

You want to laugh but you're quick to remember what his friends had said about you. 

You get defensive, “Yeah well if that’s going to be an issue then you're more than welcome to request someone else.” 

You're messing with your nails when you hear Peter sigh. “I fear there's some animosity between us.”

You cross your arms and lean back in your chair. “Oh really now?” 

Peter leans forward. “I owe you an apology. No smoothie but an actual apology.” 

“I’m listening.” 

Peter fidgets with his hands, “look, those guys can be-”

“Assholes?”

“Yeah, that.” he sighs again, clearly troubled. “I met them a while back and we’ve been hanging ever since. They’re not the best but they're my friends, I guess.” 

“That” you pause, “wasn't an apology.” 

Peter nods frantically “Agreed. Okay , I really am sorry for the way they were. I should've jumped in and said something. Also, I'm sorry I told them about you and Cal.”

You sit up in your chair. “It’s fine I guess. I just don’t get why you’d want to hang out with people like that but to each their own.” you should’ve left it as “its fine'' but you really dont get why Peter is friends with them. 

“Hey, they're my friends and that's that, I don’t think I should have to explain anymore than that, I'm apologizing and that's what matters right?”

Okayy, so friends is a touchy subject, noted. 

“Okay yeah, fine, whatever.” you don't feel any better than before he apologized. If anything, you feel worse.

Peter clears his throat. “Okay, that's settled then.”

There's a hesitation between the both of you. You both go to speak and both topple your sentences over one another. Peter just points at you to go first. 

“So” you say, dragging the O. “Cal wants the revision by Friday. You can mark this copy up and I’ll just add onto the doc.”

Peter scratches his chin, while staring at the paper. “What's there to add? I meant it when I said I thought it was near perfect.” 

You sigh, “I don’t know Peter. I usually just follow Cals red mark ups and call it day.”

Peter doesn’t agree. “Well I don't wanna do that. I like what we have.” 

You stare at him, eyes wide. “You mean like not to revise at all?” Peter nods. You let out a chuckle “you expect me to turn this back into Cal, exactly how we left it? He’s going to be mad, and i'll be the one having to deal with that.” 

Peter looks like he’s thinking. “How about” he pauses “how about I turn it in with you? we’ll tag team him.”

You give him a blank stare. “Peter”

“Yes?” 

“Are you serious?”

Peter lets out an exasperated yes. “I’ll head to your class after it ends and we can talk to him together.”

He seems serious. 

Fine by you. 

“Well, if that's all, I'm going to head out. I’ll email you my class info.”

You start to pack your things up and get ready to leave, when all of a sudden Peter jumps up. “Wait!” he’s got an arm reached out while the other goes to gather his things. 

Peter stumbles to put his things away and goes to stand with you “where, uh, where you headed?” 

“The library?” you say questionably 

Peter nods, “Cool, that's cool, I was actually headed there too.”

You eyed him suspiciously, “were you?” 

“Yeah, I was. Wanna go together?”

Peter’s sudden odd behavior is throwing you off. “ I guess.” 

“Sweet, let's go.” 

Peter takes off without you. You stare at the back of his head in confusion but follow anyway. 

You trail closely behind Peter. Every now and then you catch him turning to make sure you're still following. You come up with every scenario on why he’s acting the way that he is.

Did he see his friends in the dining hall?

Is he trying to hide from someone? 

Does he really just need to go to the library? Or

Does he actually want to hang out with you?  

You're too busy spiraling to realize that you've already made it to the library. You're about to go in when Peter stops and turns around. 

“Maybe we shouldn't go to the library.”

“What are you talking about?”

Peter shrugs, getting looks from other people trying to walk through. 

“I just feel like it’s not the place to be.”

You want to be annoyed by his behavior, but you're weirded out more than anything. “Okay? Then you go somewhere else?” 

You start opening the door but Peter yanks you to the side and pulls you both away from the entrance. “Okay, what the actual hell are you doing?” Peter is silent. “Don't want to be seen or something?” 

That gets Peter talking, “What? No it's just" he trails off.

“Just what?” 

Peter scrambles for an answer. “Don't you ever feel like studying somewhere else?” 

“No, I like the library, that's why I go.” 

You pull Peter in close, worried that something is actually wrong. 

“I dont know whats going on but you're freaking me out. I am so close to texting Mar an SOS message and trust me when I say she meant what she said earlier.” 

Peter frantically waves his arms around. “No, please don’t do that! She actually scares me!”

“Look, can you just trust me when I say the library is not the place to be?”

You look at him like he’s crazy, you think he might be. “Now why would I do that?”

Peter fidgets with his hands, “Because I have really good intuition. Now can you please go study somewhere else?” 

“I-” you genuinely have no words. 

“Um, what's going on here?”

When you look up you see Nolan, looking equally as confused.

Peter however looks relieved “Nolan! Hey man.” 

Nolan, who looks like he’s just spent an unimaginable number of hours in the library, responds. “Hey? Why are you guys huddling in a corner?” 

You think this is your way out. “Okayy, So I’m going to leave now.” You try to shuffle past Nolan but Peter stops you.

“Nolan, remember that coffee spot hidden away by the architectural building?” 

Nolan still looks just as confused “yeah?”

Peter claps “great! You should take her there. I'm trying to convince her that the library isn't the place to be, right now, at this moment.” there’s a pause. “You know, intuition” Peter stares Nolan down and after a minute his eyes widen “OH, Oh, yeah.” Nolan turns to you. “I bet you would really like this place, it seems to be up your alley.” 

Peter is pushing you away from the entrance, “Yes I totally agree.” 

Nolan is already walking down the lawn before you can even get an opinion in. 

You turn around with an annoyed look “Peter you better explain what is going on right now.” 

Peter shrinks in your stare. “Um, Nolan” He pauses, “Nolan has a crush.” he pauses again, “on you and he needed a little push to help him out.” 

You still are just as annoyed. All of this was a ploy to get you on a date with his friend? 

Considering your past couple of interactions with Peter, you wouldn't put it past him.

“Peter, I am not going on a blind date with your friend.” 

Peter exhales, “Oh come on now, Just give the poor guy a chance, I mean look at him.”

You do just that and when you spot him, you see him standing in place kicking rocks around, waiting for you. 

You close your eyes and sigh, curse your sympathetic heart. “Fine but this was so poorly executed Peter.” 

Peter gives a sympathetic smile, “Ouch, I tried okay.” 

All you offer is an eye roll. 

With one more push, Peter sends you off to catch up with Nolan. When you do, he immediately starts a conversation. You turn around to glance at Peter but all you see is him bolting past the library. 

You try not to think too much of it. Completely thrown off by Peters antics, you hope Nolan doesn’t exude the same behavior and pray the rest of your day will go on normally.

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What of Loss do Children Know

Summary: This a small drabble about Miguel's girlfriend being worried after seeing him injured. (Miguel x Fem!Reader) (CW: NOT PROOFED, mentions of sex, angst, mentions of death.)

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It was a slow, easy morning until you saw it. You had been excited at the sight of your vigilante boyfriend in your bed.

The yellow sunlight falling on the perfect outlines of Miguel’s face. You furrowed your brow as you watched him; there was a gash on his cheek that wasn’t there yesterday afternoon when he left. Sure, it was already healing but it looked painful. You’d finished off your night shift, and peeled your uniform off. Heading for a shower when you saw him — Miguel looked exhausted. Had it not been for the rise and fall of his chest, you might have thought he was dead. Turning away, you showered and dressed, you couldn’t stop yourself from joining him on the bed.

He moved in an instant. Heavy eyes pulling open to look at you. You tried to keep your face neutral. Tried not to cry at the aches settling into his bones, the creak of pain as he turned to you.

“You look like shit.” You said without preamble, fingers on his jaw as you looked at him carefully. “What happened?”

Miguel sighed. “Fight went bad. The usual.”

“This isn’t fucking usual, Miguel.” Tear choked your words. You hand fell to his collarbone, sliding doing to his chest. Rise. Fall. Rise. “I’m so scared. So scared every time you come back to me like this.”

“Hey, hey.” He sat up, holding your shoulders as you wept. “I’m right here. It’s just a side effect of the job.”

You sneered, shaking his hold and turning your back to him. “The job? Why does it have to be your job? Why do you have to almost kill yourself every night to save the world?”

“Babe, you aren’t making this easy.”

“Easy? What’s easy about seeing the man you love be battered?”

“I have to do this. I’m sorry but I can’t let things go wrong when I have the power to stop them.”

You knew he was right but didn’t want him to be the one. What if one night he didn’t come back to you? Standing, you grabbed your pillow and went to the living room. Miguel called after you but you slammed the bedroom door shut with your hip. Tears burning your eyes, you threw your pillow onto the couch and laid down head first, the cushion muffling your tears.

Miguel saved lives. But who would be there to save him if something went wrong? God, you didn’t want to lose him.

Moments pass, and soon you felt the heavy press of Miguel against your back, pushing you into the couch. You turned your head, eyes on the plain grey of the chair. Your fingers wiped your eyes and you sniffled. “Do you know what would happen if I lost you? I would lose my mind, Miguel.”

His nose brushed along your back. Lips feathering kisses on your bare skin until it meant the spaghetti strap of your tank top. “You’re not going to lose me. I promise.”

“You can’t promise that. You can’t.”

He relented; “You’re right. I can’t. But I can try.”

Miguel’s fingers threaded with yours. His breathe, warm and sweet kissed your skin. Your heartbeat slowed. You felt pressure leaving your neck, relaxing your muscles as he pressed himself to you.

“I’m sorry for freaking out.” You whispered.

“No. You’re right…I…couldn’t lose you either if the roles were reversed.”

You hummed, wiggling beneath him. “Baby, you’re kind of heavy.”

Miguel laughed, then friend his hips into your ass, morning wood making a steely appearance. “Brat.”

“Mhmm. You better do something about it then.” You teased, rubbing your ass along his length. Miguel circled his arms around you and turned your body to face him. The pain of the earlier morning disappeared as the two of you fell into each other, lovers braided and dancing as the yellow light filled the room. Gripping each other as tightly as possible, solid and whole in each other's arms. Each refusing to let go of the other.

It was slow, randy and filled with whispers of promises that could not be fulfilled. Don't let me go, you both seemed to scream into the other. Nails clawing, teeth dragging -- don't let me go. You made liars out of the other in your love.

Like all things made by humans, love would crumble. Whether by nature or force. No promise was stronger than that.

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hey Van!! Im kind of going through it right now. My parents are divorcing, which is hilarious given that I’m twenty years old and still have major problems and issues with them. I mention this because I’m here for the drabbles and could really use some fictional disappearing for a bit. I would appreciate it if you could do Tara as fluffy and comforting as you can please. With prompts 🧠🫂🤝💕. Thanks for this Van!! I really appreciate it.

Pairing: Tara Carpenter x Fem!Reader/OFC

Warnings: them kisses are very urgent and emotionally charged 👀

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"Hey, hey—" Tara places her hand on your shoulder and softly squeezes. "Baby—"

You jerk awake, sitting up frantically and nearly knocking your head into her nose. Your chest rises and falls in harsh breaths, and tears rapidly well up in your eyes.

A choked sob has Tara pulling you into a tight hug, almost crushing, but you hug her just as tight back. 

"Shh...shh...it's okay..." she coos at you, but her heart is pulsating rapidly too. "It was just a bad dream, that's all."

But it wasn't.

It wasn't just a bad dream. 

What you were dreaming—it was real. You suppose it'd be more accurate to call it a memory. 

"I can't stop thinking about that moment—they got Sam and then you—I couldn't save you—" You choke, and she hushes you some more before gathering some pillows at the headboard. She scoots until she leans back against the pillow, pulling you on top of her.

"They didn't—" Tara says fiercely. "They didn't get us because you were so brave." Tara rubs your back soothingly, pulling the blanket up to cover you. 

Your body wracks with sobs as you cling to her. 

"But your hand—"

"Is fine," Tara tells you sharply. "It'll...just take some extra time to get back to how it was."

Tara can feel your tears staining her shirt.

"It's better than being dead," she combs her fingers through your hair before she cups your cheek. Her fingers are warm and soft, the tips of them brushing against your ear. 

Eventually, your sobs subside, and your grip on her relaxes, but you don't let her go. You can't ever let her go. 

"I'm scared," you mutter into her chest. "Everytime I close my eyes, I'm scared about my dreams, or that someone's breaking in—it's not over."

"It is," Tara cuts in. "We killed them, and they're not coming back. Even if it's not over," Tara hesitates for a moment before she admits, "I'd do anything to keep you safe. There are no lines I wouldn't cross to make sure I don't lose you. I need you with me."

The words lull you into a calm. It's strange how Tara manages to do that. Just earlier this year, she wanted to forget any of this craziness existed, and she wanted to move on with you and just enjoy her college life blissfully. 

And when that beautiful dream was shattered, you think something in Tara did too. The moment Tara thought she was going to lose you, Tara let those shattered pieces remake her.

"I love you," you mumble, the words garbled as you press a kiss to her collarbone. 

Tara shifts, lifting her hips and rolling you over onto your back. Her body pressed against you feels so comforting. The weight of Tara Carpenter is probably the only thing that keeps you anchored to this world. 

Tara's hand caresses the inside of your arm as it strokes its way across until her fingers thread through yours tightly against the mattress. Goosebumps form from her touch; the feeling is an icy hot as Tara presses kisses against your jaw.

"I love you," she presses the words onto your skin. "I'll keep you safe."

Tara's other hand slides across your back until her hand grips your shoulder, keeping you locked against her. Her palm against yours, skin against yours, and lips against yours feel grounding. 

"It was just a bad dream, baby," her lips brushes against yours before kissing you, her tongue stroking your bottom lip. 

You can't hear anything except the blood pounding in your ears and Tara's breaths. You can't feel anything except Tara's fingers, lips, and tongue. And when you close your eyes, you don't see Ghostface anymore. It's just nothing, allowing you to focus on your girlfriend. 

When Tara's tongue grazes the tip of yours, you tremble. 

"I'll make it go away."

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Antagonist

Chapter Twenty Five: Red Handed

Mentions of: NSFW Mentions, Slight Voyeurism, Frank being a jealous bastard, Poor Leon, Stabbing, Hooking, Character Death (not rlly tho), cheating, and pining

A/N: I’m really happy w how this chapter turned out :))

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Frank had fucked up…again. He sat outside the ski lodge, smoking a cigarette on the curb. He and Julie had gotten into yet another fight. This time it ended with him getting kicked out. Things had been escalating between them ever since what happened with you.

This is all your fault. You ended everything with him just because he lost his cool and said something he didn’t mean and now he has nowhere to go to unwind and he’s much more irritable than before. While The Legion is his family, the others aren’t completly understanding and Julie can be a bit much at times, always wanting to be with him, practically breathing down his neck. He used to find it endearing. No one had ever wanted to be around him that much before. Now it’s just irritating.

He wasn’t going to apologize. Not again. Not unless he thought he was wrong, which he wasn’t. It was your fault for having such high expectations of him. He had the role of a killer. You knew who and what he was, and you still trusted him anyway. You thought he actually cared.

He did care..kind of. He had grown accustomed to the Entity’s realm and he had no idea how he would function if he got back to the real world. This was probably the best outcome for him: hurting people and taking out all his pain, suffering, and rage, maximizing his true potential. He also had his group and you. He was mainly helping you because he was bored..at first..but then you got him all invested, and seeing how determined and happy you were made him feel weird and fuzzy inside.

When you started to get close he got scared. If you somehow managed to escape, he could lose you. He didn’t want that.

The two of you were so different, on opposite sides of the spectrum, and yet, he felt like no one understood him as well as you did. Julie understood his hatred and anger, she understood his desire to hurt. But you understood him, and what made him like this, what made him tick. You knew the suffering he’s gone through, and all the vulnerabilities he’s tried to cover up and bury. You saw through him, you knew what he really was, and you hung out with him anyway. Even the things you said about him during that fight were true..his fears of being alone, his loneliness, and his pain. You know him, and he doesn’t know if he loves or hates it.

He hasn’t seen you since your argument, not even in a trial. You were already punishing him, so of course The Entity had to too. Out of his stubbornness, he didn’t want to go back. A part of him hoped that you would come to him first. But you didn’t. You hadn’t even bothered to see Susie. He refused to ever think about it or even say it, but he missed you. There was a longing, a pull in his chest that made him desperately want to see you, to talk with you, to joke with you, to smoke with you…to touch you.

“Fuck it.” He muttered under his breath, putting out his cigarette. He swallowed his pride and slowly rose to his feet, setting out to see you.

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The cabins were eerily quiet when he arrived. It was probably late at night for the survivors, he assumed. Taking a deep breath, he approached your cabin. He slowly crept out of the woods, seeing a warm light coming from your window. His heart pounded in his chest at the thought of seeing you, and he peeked through the window, unable to help himself, but what he saw made his heart drop.

You were fucking Leon.

He watched as your naked body moved over Leon’s in a hypnotic rhythm, your face contorted into a look of pure pleasure, your fingers threading through his hair while he sucked on your breast.

It was like a car crash. He couldn’t look away, no matter how much he wanted to. Even though fiery and painful feelings of jealousy were rising in his chest, even though he wanted to tear Leon’s head off, he kept watching.

You were beautiful and mesmerizing and he couldn’t tell what he wanted more, to have Leon gone so he could get a better view, or if he could be in Leon’s place, having you ride him to your heart’s content.

God, he wanted you but he was also so fucking angry. His face was all flushed and his cock was getting hard and his hands were balled up into tight fists, tight enough for his nails to dig into his skin.

So he stayed and watched until even after you were finished and he left, even after you had fallen asleep. He stood and stared at you for a very long time until he was inevitably summoned to a trial.

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“Where’s Leon?” You asked Feng. There had been no sign of him since the start of the trial, nor had there been a sign of a killer. At first you thought that was a good thing, but Leon could only hold the killer off for so long.

She winced. “He’s getting tunneled. Don’t worry about him. It’ll do us all some good. We only have two generators left after all.”

“I guess so.” You muttered. Once you finished the generator, you split away from Feng, searching for Leon.

It didn’t take long to find him hanging from a hook, but you didn’t expect Frank to be his killer. You watched as he struck Leon repeatedly, stabbing him with his knife while he was on the hook, making him cry out more. Normally, you would walk away and take your teammate’s sacrifice, but because it was Leon and Frank, you decided to do something about it.

“What the hell are you doing?” You hissed, striding up to Frank. Leon hoarsely whispered your name, warning you. You weren’t afraid. You knew he wouldn’t hurt you. He ignored you and continued to cut Leon up.

“Frank, Frank! Will you quit acting like a fucking brat and talk to me?” You stepped in front of Leon, grabbing Frank’s arm mid-strike. Leon was confused by how willing you were to be so close to the killer and how unafraid you were. Not to mention how you were talking to him with such familiarity. It was strange.

Finally, he turned to face you and tore his hand from your grip, the expression on his face icy and cold. He glowered at you. “I know what happened with you and Leon. I saw it.”

As the realization hit you, your face suddenly felt really hot and you felt a mix of anger, embarrassment, and confusion. You opened your mouth to speak, but before you could, a loud noise rang in your ears and the ground trembled. You gazed up at the sky, watching as Leon’s lifeless body was lifted into the dark cloud in the sky, sacrificed to The Entity.

You frowned at Frank. “We’ll talk about this later.”

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Loki x Fem! Reader

“My Hero”

Warnings and notes: probably ooc but I have an obsession with soft Loki; emotional vulnerability; possible part 2

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Loki has been in this hellish cell for far too long. Day by day he’s questioned and accused and brought to his knees by these so called “Avengers.” He doesn’t even know how long he’s been there, what day it is. And every time he lies awake during the night, a bit more hope slips from him. He is angry and exhausted and waiting for an opportunity, any opportunity to get out.

Then, he hears footsteps. Gentle, soft footsteps that he is not used to. He wonders if they have sent someone new to torment him and he squeezes his eye shut, expecting the worst.

“Hello, darling.” A voice rings out into the air, a voice he recognizes. He shoots up and his eyes blow open as he sees you.

Beautiful you. Soft layered robes hitting the floor around you, you look weightless as you smile at him. He loses his voice as he sees you, eyes begging to know if you’re real or just a trick of his own mind.

“Don’t you remember me?” You say, silky sweet voice reaching his ears as he looks at you, finally hopeful.

“I do..” he says and hopes that you won’t disappear. His voice is weak and desperate and his body almost follows suit.

You smile. “Good,” and step through the barrier that Loki has spent god knows how long trying to break like nothing. You step close to him and extend a kind hand. “Come with me?”

Loki’s breath catches in his throat and he nearly cries. He looks at your hand for only a moment before standing and grabbing it like a lifeline, ready to follow you anywhere. “Are you sure?” He says like he’s scared of the possible disappointment of getting left behind again. Tears form in his eyes.

“Of course, my love.” You reply, voice so soft and reassuring. He doesn’t know what he feels, comfort? Relief? A tear slips from his water line as he feels your comforting hand come up to stroke his cheek and wipe away his tears. A shaky breath escapes him as he feels the warmth you enter him and course through his veins.

“You promise?” He asks, almost feeling pathetic as he searches for the reassurance. His hand tightening on yours.

“I swear it.” You say and squeeze his hand, your own eyes fighting emotion as his vulnerability courses through you. “Come on, darling. Let’s go, I’m going to take you home with me.”

You grip his hand and lead him, phasing the both of you through the cell and out of the door. You put a protective barrier around you both, guards and hero’s trying and failing to stop you as you hold him close and lead him out of the building. You tug him aboard your ship be give your pilot a nod. He starts the ship and within a few seconds, you are coasting away from Earth.

His body relaxes as the ship leaves Earth. Breath still shaking, scared he may wake up and find out it’s all a dream. He looks at you. And you smile at him.

“We’ll be at my home soon, darling, I promise.” You say as you hold his face in your hands, grounding him. You lead him to your large bedroom, a full window beside your bed and a luxurious bathroom attached. Like royal quarters in space. You lead him into the bathroom and begin to run the bath, grabbing spare robes from the closet. “You need to relax, I’ll leave you to take a bath and rest. You tell me if there is anything you need and I’ll get it for you.”

He looks around and then to the bathe, watching you leave with a warm smile on both your faces. He spends a long while soaking the dirt, sweat, and stress off of himself. Once he finally gets out, he puts on the soft robes of excellent quality that you had obviously brought just for him. Different shades of green threads woven together with gold, but still soft as clouds. He spends a few moments feeling the soft fabric between his fingers with a smile.

When he finally exits the bathroom, he finds you sitting peacefully on the couch near the window, looking at the stars. When you hear his footsteps, you perk up and turn to him with a smile, standing to tug him over to look out into the vast beauty of the galaxy.

“My darling I’ve missed you so much. They will never get to you again, I swear it.” You bring your hands up to hold his face, looking at him with so much love he thinks his cold heart may as well come out of his chest. “Anything in the universe you want, you’ll have it. As long as you’re with me, all you have to do is say the word. I’d give you galaxies, my love.”

He looks back at you, your words sinking into him and making his body temperature rise. He sees the sincerity in your eyes and knows you mean your words. “Anything?” He asks, unsure of himself.

“Anything.” You say with conviction, confident in the fact that you’d tear down civilizations, burn worlds, harness stars for him.

“I want you.” He says, so quietly you barely hear him. But you do and you smile, heart full. “Just you, that’s all I need now.” He brings his hands up to your face as your hands drop to his chest as he steps so close you can feel his desperate breath fanning your face.

“You have me, for however long you want.” You say, looking at him as if he’s hung the stars as you smile, full of love.

To Loki, at that moment, you are the stars. You created the galaxies, you shaped the planets with soft, gentle hands, and you blew your stardust on moons. He stares at you, drinking you in like the finest of Asgaurdian wines.

As much as you wish to let him gaze at you that way forever, his words and his touches and his eyes have lit a burning fire in you. You grow impatient, wanting to be content in letting him do as he pleases, but needing the sweet taste of his lips on yours. Lean into him, chests breathing with one another as you gently place your lips on his.

He breaths out a sigh he doesn’t know he’s been holding as he feels your soft, delicate lips on his soft ones. He groans and becomes hyperaware of everywhere you are. In that moment, he is entirely consumed by you. He feels like his heart is soaring and his mind is drowning in you, and he is more than happy to let himself sink. His body keens to yours as he caresses your face in that desperation to succumb to you.

His desperation to feel you, to have you, is palpable as you wrap your arms around his shoulders, falling with him into the blissful feeling of each other. You can feel his hands on your face and you can feel his breath and it’s all so overwhelming in the best way it ever could be.

The two of you break away from one another, still holding each other as he presses his forehead to yours. Neither of you open your eyes, content with the feeling of mutual longing for touch.

Loki whispers, “Thank you,” as he brings strong arms to hold you around your waist, gripping you with the hold of a man who has everything to lose.

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Aaaaand I did it, my first fic. I would love any feedback or constructive criticism if anyone that sees this has any 💕💕💕💕

[eoieopda]

svt as attorneys

this was partly inspired by this tiktok. i’m a trial attorney irl and wanted to chime in with my personal headcanons based on the kind of counsel i frequently deal with. for legal reasons, this is a joke.

seungcheol & jihoon — watch out for these two. they’re going to be unassuming & agreeable during pre-trial hearings, and they may even give off the impression that they’re each just a lil fella 🤏🏻 in a big courtroom, but when trial comes around? x-games mode. seriously, who the fuck is that monster, and where has he been until now? even if you win, you’re gonna stumble out of the courthouse with 1% of your life force left.

jeonghan & minghao — the most infuriating thing about them is that they don’t put on much of a case at all?? they just?? gaslight their way through it?? they manage to grab hold of a single, relatively insignificant thread, and they pull and pull and pull until your immaculately structured argument completely unravels. with just a crumb of effort, they have manipulated the jury and ruined your life. rip, diva. it was a good run.

joshua & mingyu — they reek of “big law”. they both come from some giant, (inter)national firm (probably founded by a family member), and you know what? they don’t even really practice your specific area of law. it doesn’t matter. they’re well-dressed, extremely charming, and the jury doesn’t care that they’re talking circular nonsense because their eyes are so sparkly. and because their retainers/fees a) are astronomical and b) aren’t contingent, their only real goal is to make the judge fall in love with them. they succeed. in fact, they’re going golfing together next weekend 😔

junhui — sorry to this man, but he’s either asleep at the counsel table, or he’s secretly playing fruit ninja on his phone underneath said table (people still play this in the year of our lord, 2024??). he doesn’t do a thing during trial itself but will come out with the most aggressive and dramatic closing arguments you’ve ever heard before dipping out without another word. you never see him again, and you’re not even sure if he’s actually real.

soonyoung & seokmin — they’re the type to walk into the attorney conference room outside the courtroom and ask you what the case is about/who their client is. they’ve each absolutely slipped up and called the judge/magistrate “your majesty”. they have no idea what’s going on, and for some reason, you can’t even be mad at them for their incompetence? because they’re just so likable as people? do not hire these men. if you have hired one of these men, fire him immediately, and ask him to get your case file out of his base model kia rio (where he’s kept it & forgotten about it) and give it back to you, expeditiously.

wonwoo & vernon — these big-brained motherfuckers have no pulse. they’re absolutely unflappable. they never raise their voice, never react with more than a nod or a thoughtful “aaah”. they’re silent killers, though; and they’ll blow your shit up without emoting once. their reactions to getting an acquittal or preventing a multi-million dollar award in damages? “wow 😐”

seungkwan & chan — the “true believers”, 100%. they’re junior attorneys with a lot to prove. unlike most attorneys who argue their client’s position, these two fully, personally assume it. even if their client is batshit insane, they’re completely on board; they both can and will die on this hill. (ex: “your honor, the meth lab in my client’s house was created and operated by the unnamed man who lives in his truck in the woods out back. my client had no idea it was in his kitchen. look deeply into his eyes, past the glassiness, and see his innocence!”). they’ll each argue and argue and argue until they walk out hoarse, and when they lose (not due to lack of ability but because their overzealousness scares the jury), they’ll probably cry in their car in the parking lot 😕

[calvin-pascal]

I’m sitting in the back office of the restaurant, staring at the walls like they’re going to give me answers. They won’t, of course. They never do. This place—my place—is hanging on by a thread, and I’m running out of rope to hold it all together.

Eloise called again today. Same routine—“sell the place, Calvin, it’s not worth the headache.” She makes it sound so simple, like it’s just another failed business to walk away from. She doesn’t get it. Selling isn’t the problem. I could sign those papers tomorrow and be rid of all of it—this place, the staff, the constant anxiety gnawing at my gut. But then what?

Go back to Auvergne? The farm? There’s no going back there. Not after Lucy. There’s too much tangled up in those fields, too many ghosts. Every stone on that land has a memory I don’t want to relive. I’ve tried so hard to put that part of my life in a box and shove it into the deepest corner of my mind, but the moment I think about going home, the box bursts open. Visiting for a weekend with Tatum was hard enough, I could never be back there permanently.

Tatum. America. I could go to her, let her help me, take the money she’s offered as an investment and start fresh. A major part of me wants that, but I’d be walking into a whole different kind of stressor, wouldn’t I? She means well, I know she does, but accepting her help? It’s like surrendering control; carrying the risk of her investment on my shoulders. I’ve always been able to stand on my own two feet, but lately… I don’t know. I feel like I’m sinking.

The staff’s not helping. I’m losing my patience with them more and more each day. It’s not their fault, but I can’t seem to rein it in. Every mistake feels like a personal attack. Every late order, every overcooked dish, it’s like they’re deliberately testing me. I snap at them when I shouldn’t. I know I’m being unfair, but I can’t stop myself. The stress has taken root in my chest, and it’s tightening its grip.

And then there’s this other thing. This darker part of me that’s been clawing its way to the surface. I’m good at keeping it buried, most days. People see me, they see the guy who’s got it all together. But that’s the trick, isn’t it? Smile, nod, keep the demons on a leash. Lately, though, I can feel them circling. The exhaustion, the uncertainty, the weight of all of it… it’s breaking me down bit by bit, and I don’t know how much longer I can keep up the act.

I catch myself staring at the knife block sometimes. Not in a way that’s dangerous—just thinking, wondering how it’d feel to just let go of all of it. To stop fighting. But that’s just another trap, isn’t it? I’ve fought too hard, survived too much to give up now. I know that. I just wish I knew where the hell to go from here.

I’ve been stalling at this fork in the road for far too long, and I have no choice but to make a decision. If not soon, then I’ll be bankrupt, and lose all of the options in front of me. I might be scared to choose, but nothing is fucking scarier than that.

[imagionationstation]

*aggressively kicks over a chair*

WHY WON'T THE WENDYBIRDS AU LEAVE ME ALONE!!!

(Video included for lyric/music purposes)

If you don’t understand what it’s inspired by, I’m too busy being insane to explain it to you. Use this AU tag. Read some stuff.

Then feel free to run in the opposite direction 🎶

(Ⱳēłȼꝋᵯē ⱦꝋ Ⱳꝋꞥđēɍłⱥꞥđ Ȼꝋᵯē īꞥ, ħⱥꝟē ꞥꝋ ӻēⱥɍ Ɏꝋᵾ'ɍē ꝋꞥē ꝋӻ ᵾꞩ ꞥꝋⱳ Ⱳē'ɍē ⱥłł ᵯⱥđ ħēɍē!)

(A lost boy inside a maze He asks for help but receives riddles, receives ⱦħɍēⱥⱦꞩ Lost for days, remains unfazed)

I play your game and either way I lose my head

Two truths and one lie The time flies as madness descends What begins and what ends? Who am I? Who are you? What's a lie? What is true?

(How do you find a way out? When what's left appears right and what's right's always wrong? Clinging to sanity, or embrace the fantasy?)

(You seem to walk for miles Met with ӻēłīꞥē smiles As grins begin to turn into scowls)

(Ɏꝋᵾ'ɍē ꝋꞥē ꝋӻ ᵾꞩ ꞥꝋⱳ)

Crimson red hearts Stone from the start Betcha they're beating now Hatters and cards, yeah I'll tear them apart 'Cause the fire needs feeding now

Send kind regards Drop the façade Everyone hear my vow I'll embrace this Wonderland crown I only paint in red now

Wailing and tears Sweet music I hear Sweat beading on your brow Now would you deny me my right to reply? You see, I'm not done speaking, so let's see you bow! No way out in sight So try as I might I'm giving up, oh I'll embrace this Wonderland crown I only paint in red now

Looking in the looking glass I trip, I fall Ӻɍꝋᵯ ƀīꞡ ⱦꝋ ꞩᵯⱥłł I just want home It's ꞥꝋⱦ my fault!

Chasing time, it moves so fast

(Ɏꝋᵾ ꞩīꝑ, ɏꝋᵾ ꞩᵯīłē Ꞩⱦⱥɏ ӻꝋɍ ⱥ ⱳħīłē Ꝑᵾⱦ đꝋⱳꞥ ɏꝋᵾɍ ᵯīꞥđ Ⱥꞥđ ɉꝋīꞥ ⱦħē ⱳīłđ)

My threads of thought are fading Impulsive webs īꞥꝟⱥđīꞥꞡ Wonderland words coming out of my mouth

(Ɏꝋᵾ'ɍē ꝋꞥē ꝋӻ ᵾꞩ ꞥꝋⱳ)

Crimson red hearts Stone from the start Betcha they're beating now Hatters and cards, yeah I'll tear them apart 'Cause the fire needs feeding now Send kind regards Drop the façade! Everyone hear my vow I'll embrace this Wonderland crown I only paint in red now

Wailing and tears Sweet music I hear Sweat beading on your brow Now would you deny me my right to reply? You see, I'm not done speaking, so let's see you bow! No way out in sight So try as I might I'm giving up, oh I'll embrace this Wonderland crown I only paint in red now

I'll speak in rhyme, if riddles you seek I'll give you riddles, recite them for free Are you scared of me? Are you scared of me?

The clock's run out too late to wake up (Ɏꝋᵾ'ɍē łꝋȼҟēđ ᵾꞥđēɍ ⱦħīꞩ ꞥīꞡħⱦᵯⱥɍē'ꞩ ⱦħᵾᵯƀ Ƀēꞡꞡīꞥꞡ ɏꝋᵾ, ħīđē ⱥꞥđ ɍᵾꞥ) What have I become?!

(Cɍīᵯꞩꝋꞥ ɍēđ ħēⱥɍⱦꞩ Ꞩⱦꝋꞥē ӻɍꝋᵯ ⱦħē ꞩⱦⱥɍⱦ Ƀēⱦȼħⱥ ⱦħēɏ'ɍē ƀēⱥⱦīꞥꞡ ꞥꝋⱳ!) Can someone please show me the way out? (Ħⱥⱦⱦēɍꞩ ⱥꞥđ ȼⱥɍđꞩ, ɏēⱥħ Ī'łł ⱦēⱥɍ ⱦħēᵯ ⱥꝑⱥɍⱦ 'Ȼⱥᵾꞩē ⱦħē ӻīɍē ꞥēēđꞩ ӻēēđīꞥꞡ ꞥꝋⱳ) I'm not sure who I am or how (Ꞩēꞥđ ҟīꞥđ ɍēꞡⱥɍđꞩ Đɍꝋꝑ ⱦħē ӻⱥȼⱥđē Ɇꝟēɍɏꝋꞥē ħēⱥɍ ᵯɏ ꝟꝋⱳ)

(Ī'łł ēᵯƀɍⱥȼē ⱦħīꞩ Ⱳꝋꞥđēɍłⱥꞥđ ȼɍꝋⱳꞥ) I'm part of Wonderland now! (Ī ꝋꞥłɏ ꝑⱥīꞥⱦ īꞥ ɍēđ ꞥꝋⱳ)

Chasing down sanity till I drop (Ⱳⱥīłīꞥꞡ ⱥꞥđ ⱦēⱥɍꞩ Ꞩⱳēēⱦ ᵯᵾꞩīȼ Ī ħēⱥɍ Ꞩⱳēⱥⱦ ƀēⱥđīꞥꞡ ꝋꞥ ɏꝋᵾɍ ƀɍꝋⱳ) Mind runs away and it just won't stop (Ꞥꝋⱳ ⱳꝋᵾłđ ɏꝋᵾ đēꞥɏ ᵯē ᵯɏ ɍīꞡħⱦ ⱦꝋ ɍēꝑłɏ? Ɏꝋᵾ ꞩēē, Ī'ᵯ ꞥꝋⱦ đꝋꞥē ꞩꝑēⱥҟīꞥꞡ, ꞩꝋ łēⱦ'ꞩ ꞩēē ɏꝋᵾ ƀꝋⱳ) Please, I am begging you, just let me out! (Ꞥꝋ ⱳⱥɏ ꝋᵾⱦ īꞥ ꞩīꞡħⱦ Ꞩꝋ ⱦɍɏ ⱥꞩ Ī ᵯīꞡħⱦ Ī'ᵯ ꞡīꝟīꞥꞡ ᵾꝑ, ꝋħ)

(Ī'łł ēᵯƀɍⱥȼē ⱦħīꞩ Ⱳꝋꞥđēɍłⱥꞥđ ȼɍꝋⱳꞥ) I only paint in red now.

[oh-shtars]

Lol I meant like Anny’s Nightmare Asha and Black Hole Aster but I also love your nuanced take (+bonus points for Nimona)

Ahhhhh okay. Sorry I’m dumb 😭😭

I’ll be honest, I haven’t given much thought to the alternate possibility of what the dark version Hopes and Dreams would be like. But DAMN, you guys are starving for angst crumbs aren’t you??

Fine.

For Sueño, I think he’s the one with the loosest thread. Maybe somewhere in an alternate timeline, he does lose it and really snaps at Magnifico’s cruelty. His dark aura and desire for vengeance and hatred corrupts his core and instead of pure Wish Magic, it becomes Curse magic.

Because with the cost of using this kind of dark magic, he loses all rationality and goes mad. And I MEAN very mad, with a hatred towards all humans other than those he deems worthy. After all, all these mortals ever want is ‘more than this,’ isn’t it? Instead of a Wishing Star, Sueño becomes something that the rest of starkind fear would happen. A Curse Star. A Star that grants desires in a way that they think is best instead of letting fate and the wisher’s strength decide.

He’s not going to let any stranger, regardless of who they are, good or bad, to get near him and his friends. Especially Asha. He’s not taking any more chances this time, because you’ll just never know what happens in this world anymore. It’s best to just strike anyone who gets close enough for good measure.

………….

For Asha, it’s a little more difficult to come up with something that still fits her character. Her main trait is love, which can be both her strength and weakness at the same time. Maybe I could use that?

She’s torn between choosing to protect her kingdom or Sueño. She believes he’s just scared and fed up with everything and needs help to find the light again. But then, what about Rosas?

Wouldn’t it be also an angsty alternative if she’s forced to fight him? To defeat the one she grew to love for Rosas’ sake? Just putting the thought out there :))

But what if she were to choose Sueño? To choose to side with him?

Maybe she’s doomed to be stuck in the middle of that decision. Forever. Sueño is in a state where he’s dangerous to everyone else except Asha and certain others he’s grown close with. Her friends and other people could see that but Asha refuses to listen. She begs them to leave the kingdom if they can’t stand it, but she won’t leave someone like him alone just like that. But neither does she want to force them to endure it for their own safety.

It’s a toxic kind of protection where none of her options win. If someone were to try to strike Sueño down, she’ll do whatever it takes to get them to leave Rosas and leave him alone. For Sueño and that person’s own safety. Even if it means she has to turn to dark magic to do it.

(Btw, I’m NOT encouraging this. If you’re in a toxic relationship, please don’t think that’s okay and that you should defend your partner at your own expense. You should always take good care of yourself.)