#ch: layla

[hikarikat]

Que guapa que es esta mujeeer ahhh

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[starfaite]

TV!Layla on her first time on an actual tv show watching the whole board catch fire and the host slowly going insane ( most understandable reaction to divorce imo ):

[fracturedlegacies]

( @threegoldfish liked for a starter from Layla El-Faouly )

Layla used to be more patient, she reflected. It took patience after all to sift through endless grains of sand in hopes of finding a treasure. However, somewhere along the way, that patience had been shattered. Or maybe she just felt a sense of urgency given what she had seen (been a part of).

She looked up when she heard footsteps. Finally. "I texted you over an hour ago," she pointed out as she turned fully towards him. It took her a moment longer than she would like to admit. "...Steven?" She liked to think she was getting good at telling the difference. "Hi!" Not who she had intended to text but she wasn't unpleased to see him.

[blindmagdalena]

Eat Your Ego, Honey ( Homelander x OC )

ongoing series. words to date: 49k. 18+ main themes: dark romance, stalking, sex work, unhealthy relationships, alcohol, codependency, trauma bonding, rough sex. see AO3 for detailed tags.

summary: Layla Alden is an escort who specializes in the marriage of sex and emotional intimacy. In an effort to protect herself in an inherently hazardous industry, she enforces a strict ‘No Supes’ policy. Homelander doesn't take no for an answer, and insists that she take him on as a client. She's quickly caught up in the maelstrom of his life, forcing them both to confront feelings of obsession, danger, love, trauma, sex, and how the entanglement of all of those things have shaped their lives.

Homelander is an enigma. One moment he is moving with sexual prowess, eager and confident in himself, and the next he is subdued, utterly entranced by nothing more than a bare-handed touch. He shows all the trappings of a man who has had plenty of sex, but very little intimacy.

AO3 Link | Spotify Playlist

Tumblr Chapter Index:

Chapter One: Company

Chapter Two: It Will Come Back

Chapter Three: Stalker's Tango

Chapter Four: One Way Or Another

Chapter Five: You're Mine

Chapter Six: Gods & Monsters

Chapter Seven: Middle of the Night

Chapter Eight: I Found Love

[hikarikat]

Directo a los feels </3 Verás cuando Layla recupere la humanidad AHHHHHH.

Shantel VanSanten and Pedro Pascal crackship.

credits: @osvaldrps-archived , @harleystuff

[rose-of-oz]

💗 + Layla Dupreti, please??

@dancingsunflowers-ocs 🩷💜💙

Thanks so much for this!! Also gonna tag @negative-speedforce!! <3 <3

💗 for a moodboard about another significant relationship in my muse’s life

Layla & Christine Chapel!

emoji moodboard meme!!

[wildeinsp]

[tothedevilsshow]

it has been a long time since she's met another witch. she had kept herself secluded here in this small corner, the darkness ever growing around her. she had kept herself isolated after the death of her grandparents. eager for her revenge. the curse had driven them to their graves, had driven every man she cared about away, the curse had made her this twisted shell of a woman. she hated other witches, the ones who refused to honor the goddess who dwelled in the lake. the only true source of power. couldn't they all see that? she's not entirely sure why she allowed elayne here. the leader of a coven, very powerful. she sits there, a woman very sure of herself but there's fear in her doll like eyes. she looks like a little doll, doesn't she? she's not a small woman but layla looks down at her. her brow lifted as she hears her plea. a glisten of tears sparks in her own eyes. death. she can already taste it on the air. a dark ugly thing all around this woman. this woman who seemed to be the type that would fight death with her own two hands if she had to. but right now her main concern was her babies. they hadn't moved. and layla could shed a tear for their innocence.

she rubs her hands together before she approaches her. before reaching her them out to settle them on the woman's stomach. not very big yet. the little ones must not be that far into development. a shame to lose them so soon. "you're right." she says, looking at the woman's face. "they're not moving. and nor will they ever." she withdraws, moving back towards the fire. she stands straight backed, looking at the flickering flame. she intakes a deep breath, letting it out slowly. "but my mother was once told the same about me.." she slowly turns her gaze to meet her's. waiting for the inevitable question that statement would bring. - @agoldenlily

[xradiant]

Her question sparked far too much inside of him and he loathed the thought that rushed through the back of his head. He didn't want to think about that time. He didn't want to let those memories come back to him, as small as they were. He remembered flickers, shades of what had happened. Flashing lights from cars, the cold hard asphalt underneath his body as he slid his eyes opened to watch the gray state of the world around him. There had been beings everywhere and they had screeched inside his head loudly and then there had been so much pain. A blistering amount of pain threading through his body. He still didn't know what had happened, what it was that he had gone through and what it was that had entered his body. Fourteen minutes was too long and fourteen minutes was far too long to get back. "I can't remember." He answered stiffly, glancing at her and watching the green of her eyes. She was beautiful. So unlike anyone else that he had known before. Did he love her? He did in spite of himself. He knew that he shouldn't allow her to get close. He knew that he shouldn't have allowed this but what was he to do? Keep himself locked away in the cold? He knew better than to attempt it. He was someone that craved loved and much desired to be with someone else. "Stillborn?" He questioned with a furrow of his brows as he looked down at her. "What happened then? Did you just start breathing again?"

@tothedevilsshow xxx

[markedforsorrow]

PLEASE LIKE ME / 2.04 –– 2.05 || “Are you hungry? I ordered too much food.” (Mateo & MC) -- @galaxythixf

"Starving actually," she said, looking up from her computer. Some nights got way too long, and too quiet. Layla rubbed at her eyes and shut the files on her computer down. "I'll happily eat some food. All the restaurants will probably be closed by the time we got out of here and if I don't eat something I've got like three people who will give me grief about it," she said, getting up and heading over to his desk where the smell of food was making her stomach growl. "That's a thank you by the way."

[delphaustralis]

🌸 ♡ 𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗖𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗦 𝗧𝗔𝗚𝗦 :

[litearra]

❛ i'm here for business — not pleasure. ❜

arched brow, lips pursed at the statement. still, she is intrigued, not sure what kind of business @lingeringscars meant to get into at a bar. been bartending since before she turned twenty-one - thank god for her fake id.     ❝ if not for pleasure what can i get you for your business then? ❞     playfully wriggling her brows before gesturing to the bottles behind her.

[emitem1]

YOUNG DUMB A BROKEEE 🗣️❗️❗️❗️

[fracturedlegacies]

( @threemoonflowers liked for a starter from Layla El-Faouly )

She had been on the hunt for this particular artifact for a few weeks and now that she was in the same room with it, she wasn't leaving it behind. Problem was, there were about a dozen other people who were thinking the same thing. They had money, she just had sticky fingers.

At least her conscience was clean. They were probably hoping to show it off in a private collection; she wanted to take it home.

Layla moved through the crowd and stopped short when she saw a familiar figure. She blinked in confusion and then moved to stand next to him. "I wasn't expecting to see you here," she said, quietly. Part of her wanted to demand why he was there but she didn't want to make a scene.

It would be harder to steal something if everyone was paying attention to her.

[loud-mouth-loser]

not him - 4

summary: the confrontation

pairing: marc spector x reader?, steven grant x reader?

tags: angst, miscommunication, confused feelings, tension, realizations, again -- an incredible use of italics and em dashes, no marc :(

wc: 1.3k

note: ok, so only 4 months later! that's pretty good, right? this one is a shorter chapter bc it's just one scene. lmk what you think!

ch. 1 | ch. 2 | ch. 3

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Your POV

That shadow of timidness that often keeps him at a distance from his bolder emotions is gone as he stares at you openly, waiting for an answer.

Even when his body shows how unfamiliar this type of confrontation is to him, his expression doesn’t match it. He’s so sure about this. 

How can he be so sure? Your thoughts feel paralyzing as they flow through your brain, icy cold and molten as they clash. How can he think he even has the right? 

And then the dread of the question itself hits. 

Did you think of him? When you looked into those brown eyes, the only eyes that have really seen you for who you truly are? –  That look that you’re familiar with, yet never seen directed at you before?

Did you think of him when you heard that deep-accented voice beckoning you closer, begging for your permission? 

Did you think of him when a warm hand gently cradled your jaw as you met his plush lips, tasting so addictive, yet soberingly distinct?

“...It was Marc.” You whisper, pulling away from his space. 

“I know, but…if I were there. If it were me...”

“But you weren’t.” You frown – more to yourself than to him – and avoid his eyes, “And it wasn’t.”

Steven shifts closer, once again reaching out a hand to place it on your shoulder, not wanting to let go of you. “Love, just–”

You evade his touch for the first time in your friendship. 

“Steven. What—what is this?”

“I just – if I had known…”

“Then you wouldn’t be with her?” It even sounds wrong when you say it out loud. And iit sounds sad when you realize that there’s still a thread of hope attached to it. “It’s not about knowing, Steven. If you really felt the same, then we wouldn’t be here!” 

“Y-you know me though,” He defends himself, “I’m clueless!”

“Yeah. You are.” 

You feel defeated, like your life is crumbling in on itself. You know nothing will be the same after this. But maybe it’s for the best. You can’t spend your whole life chasing after someone who’ll never see what’s right in front of him. It’s exhausting.

But you’ll miss it – his voice, his warmth, his stupid jokes, his dorky laugh, his bright…eyes. You’ll miss the ease of his presence, how the weight of your worries is lifted away whenever you see his smile…

But there’s something that’s been lingering in the back of your mind. An uncomfortable ache that scrapes at the center of your chest. Something that you’ve been missing. Something that you didn’t even know you could miss until you had it. 

Now, it’s his voice that echoes in your mind. His reluctant, yet enrapturing warmth that you crave. Even his pessimism and cold humor. And especially that rare smile that peeks out when you say something silly. It’s all him. Since when did you get so comfortable around him? 

As memories flood through your mind, you realize that there was a reason why you would stay after dark, after Steven would go to sleep and leave you to see yourself out. Sure, you shared some romantic troubles, but you didn’t have to stick around. You have other friends you could have leaned on. Yet you would stay, despite the lack of positive energy in the room. There was this inexplicable feeling that brought you back to that overstuffed couch again and again. 

Looking back, it’s all different now. Those silences that you used to loathe, the ones that allowed a moment of hesitation between the two of you, all make sense now. You were scared of crossing that line. Because you were Steven’s best friend. You were a part of his story, just like how Layla was a part of Marc’s. You were supposed to find solace in each other and nothing more. Allowed to exist in a fraction of each other’s lives before moving on. 

Did you think of Steven when you kissed Marc? 

Yes. How could you not have? He was all you knew before you were given a choice. 

But was he all that you thought of? Absolutely not —

“Were you ever going to tell me?” His voice pulls you from your rambling thoughts.

You blink at the question, “About the kiss?”

“About your feelings for me.”

“Oh,” Your eyes drop from his to look down at your lap. You’ve mulled over it in the past. Constantly waiting for the right moment when you’d build enough courage to let it spill out. But then he found someone else before you could say it. You felt like a coward. You still do. “No, probably not.” You glance up at his conflicted expression. 

“And if none of this ever happened, you would’ve just…stayed friends with me?” 

“You’re my best friend…”

A blanket of silence unfurls between you, woven by the weight of your words. It makes you feel restless. This whole night has felt like a looming disaster – feelings akin to a confrontation, a confession, a rejection, or even a break-up. But even then, those situations are understandable. This is all new. It’s unpredictable. 

Steven breaks the silence first. “I’m sorry.” The brightness of his eyes has dulled, already mourning what he knows will be lost in the end. “I’m sorry I made you wait for me, after all this time. I should’ve known. I-I feel stupid.” 

You shake your head, “No, Steven, look, I was never really going to tell you. It was just... hopeless longing. That’s all it ever was. There’s nothing to be sorry for. You can’t lose something that was never going to happen.”

“Then why does it feel like I’m giving up something that could’ve meant something?” he says, brows drawing together as he looks at you, like he’s trying to piece together a puzzle that keeps slipping through his hands.

“Why worry about something that can never be, when you have something right in front of you? Something real.” 

“Real?”

“Steven, you have Layla. You’ve had Layla.” His eyes widen at your words. Everything he’s said and thought comes crashing down on him. “It’s wrong to even consider something between us when you’ve already found your person.”

“Y-you’re right…I don’t know why…It’s just.” His eyes are shiny as he guiltily tugs at the frayed sleeves of his sweater. “I don’t want to lose you.”

You realize in this moment that you're both feeling the exact same way. Maybe neither of you actually wanted to be in a relationship in the first place; Maybe you just desperately want to stay in each other's lives.

It makes you question all the longing and admiration that you've felt in the past: Was it necessarily romantic? The sparks you'd feel from his touch or the beauty of his eyes -- was it all Steven, or was it simply that you were touch-starved and needy for affection, even when it was purely friendly in nature?

You don’t know, and maybe you never will. But you know one thing for sure -- you don’t want to lose him.

“You won’t,” You reassure him, “I don’t want to lose this either. I don’t want to stop being friends with you.”

Steven’s voice is tentative, “You don’t?”

You take one of his hands in yours and squeeze it comfortingly, “Like I said before, it was a lingering crush. It was never going to last forever. We were friends first, so...let’s be friends until the end, okay?” 

Steven lets out a long, quiet breath. You feel it more than you hear it.

“Alright. Friends to the end,” he repeats, voice soft. He holds out his pinky, awkwardly but earnestly.

You almost laugh -- almost.

Instead, you hook yours around his.

It’s the smallest promise. But it’s something.

[rose-of-oz]

🌈 + Layla Dupreti

Thanks so much for this ask!! Gonna tag @dancingsunflowers-ocs since she’s my Star Trek moot. <3

I associate Layla with the colour grey!!

send me 🌈 + an oc and i’ll make a moodboard using a colour i associate with them!!