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pleasantspark · 28 days

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Pink Eyes - Chapter Two Yandere! Cell x Saiyan! OC (Orion) Genre: Horror/Romance(?) Tropes: Yandere Part of the Pink Eyes Series Warnings: Yandere, Possessive Behavior, Murder, Death, Stalking, Cell being allowed to live, Hide Away Inspired AUs Utilized: Overhaul AU

Orion awoken to feeling Cell's hand on her hair stroking it. Orion flinched slightly, and she groaned. She gets up.

"Good morning, sweetie~" Cell said, creepily.

"How long have you... Been here for?" She asked.

"Not that long, I've been waiting for you to awaken~" Cell croons.

Orion nodded, and she looked away. "Yeah, did you get any sleep?" She asked.

"No, I don't need that~ I run on my love for you~" He said with a soft smile. Orion nodded.

"Mommy!" Said a voice, Orion turned to face the door, promptly ignoring Cell's weird smile, and not seeing his eye twitch in annoyance.

"Yes, Zarburne?" Orion asked, Zarburne jumped on the bed and into the arms of his Mom, his saiyan hair poking out as he looked wild.

"Can you make me breakfast? Uncle Stard, Vex and Roots are too busy." He frowns.

"I'll... I'll see." Orion rubbed her eyes. "Mommy just woke up, and-" She began.

"I'll do it." Cell says.

"Huh, you'll make breakfast for a child that's not yours?" Orion asked.

"Yes, what kind of husband would I be, if I didn't care for someone I consider a son?" Cell asked.

"We're not even married."

"Yet."

Orion sat at the kitchen, as Cell, donned in an apron was cooking pancakes. Roots was frowning and seemed to be annoyed. "Are you sure Cell is safe to be around?"

Humming stopped. Cell turned around to face Roots with a dead serious look on his face and his eyes narrowed towards him.

"What do you mean, Roots? I am fine. I am perfectly safe." Cell said.

"Yeah, but you shouldn't be around Zarburne." Roots snapped.

"Really?" Cell hummed, "Why would you believe that? I am perfectly good with children. I practically raised the older version of Zarburne and my own son. So what makes me unqualified and not safe to be around?"

Roots faced twisted in anger. "I don't trust you."

"Yeah, I don't trust you." Cell responds rather sharpy, "But just because I don't trust you doesn't mean I'll make a unsubstantiated claim about someone I don't know."

Roots seemed intimidated by his choice of words. "...I can't have a gut feeling?"

"A feeling based on pure speculation before you get to know me?" Cell placed down the spatula and turned off the stove heading to the male. Roots seemed to be quite scared, "That's just generalization. Judging someone fully before you get to know them? How rude."

Roots tried to back away, but was scared. "I-I just want what's best for Orion! As she is my responsibility-"

"Correction, was." Cell hisses out, "You are no longer her responsibility, it's now my responsibility to ensure Orion's happiness and mutual likes and dislikes. I am here to provide her with the support she needs. You, are no longer needed."

Roots didn't want to stay and take this, he was a saiyan for fucks sake. He stood a bit taller. "Yeah, well. You forgot I knew her for as long as I have been alive! You, just can't waltz in her life and claim she's yours! You're a stran-"

Roots was interrupted when Cell grabbed his finger and bent it, causing Roots pain, he lets out a sharp whimper of pain, as Cell did it.

"What was that? You should be more louder."

"..."

"Nothing to say?"

"I just want what's best for Zarburne... He's a little kid... I don't want you shaping him and messing up his fathers legacy..."

"Last time I checked, Ginyu was turned into a Frog and died on Namek, his legacy was spent 99% time posing with his friends. I don't think Zarburne was missing out on something he can learn just by being enrolled in a Earth activity." Cell said.

For once, Roots fell silent.

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f1fnatic · 7 months

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THE ROOKIES ⤿ o. piastri 81

→ ( in which. . . ) you are a rookie and play for the us women's national soccer team. during the world cup after your team gets knocked out, you run into a certain australian f1 driver who is supporting the host team.

→ ( fanfic genre. . . ) written/irl, smau

→ ( face claim. . . ) naomi girma + pictures from pinterest/instagram

→ ( pairing. . . ) oscar piastri x uswnt!reader

→ ( content warnings/disclaimers. . . ) cursing, might be a multi-part series, not sure yet :) also fully aware that the 2023 f1 season was actively happening at the same time as the women's world cup, but for the sake of this fic, let's believe that oscar had to allow mclaren's reserve drive (for unspecified reasons).

→ ( author's note. . . ) i enjoyed making this fic SM. it was interesting to mess with a written and smau, i hope it flows well and isn't super confusing. hope you enjoy! see end for more

→ ( masterlist )

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user18 greatest defender EVER

user56 SAY IT LOUDER FOR THE PEOPLE IN THE BACK ‼️‼️

sophsssmith incoming women's world cup champ

y/n_l/n loading...🔃

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uswnt Defender Y/N L/N, and the rest of the USWNT, arriving to New Zealand in style 🔥🔥

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─ 19 august, 2023 ↴

your team had just lost to sweden in penalty kicks. the amount of overwhelming pride you had felt was unmeasurable. nothing could describe how you felt for your team making it into the quarter finals. yes, you were sad that you couldn't advance further, but none the less, you were grateful for the chance to play at the highest level.

so, there you were, sitting in the stands of the bronze medal game. the match was intense. the matildas were putting up a great fight against sweden for third place. so far, sweden was up 1-0. you wanted the matildas to beat the yellow and blue-clad team since they were the ones that knocked you and your team out.

a few minutes passed before halftime arrived. you decided that it would be a good idea to go get a snack, and maybe some coffee. standing up, you swing your bag across your body and walk to the nearest concession stand. after getting your things, a coffee and some pretzel bites, you turn to head back to your seat. only, instead of being met with open space, your body collides with another, effectively spilling your coffee and dropping your pretzels on the stadium floor. the coffee slightly burns your skin as it seeps into your (new) white blouse. an annoyed sigh escapes from your lips before a voice speaks up.

"shit, oh my god- i am so sorry. are you okay?" it asks. you pick your head up, tearing your eyes away from the giant brown stain painted on your shirt. chocolate colored eyes lock onto yours. a breath hitches in your throat. the man in front of you was gorgeous. he was smiling nervously, hands reaching to gesture to your shirt. "can i get you some napkins?"

there is an awkward pause before you answer. "oh, um, yeah sure, that would be great." you smile. he leaves you for a second before returning and handing you a bundle of napkins. you gently blotch the damp stain.

"i really am sorry. i didn't see you. i should've been paying attention to where i was going." the man says, awkwardly giggling at the end of his sentence.

"it's okay, truly. i can always get another drink, can't say the same for my shirt though." you end. you finish with drying your shirt - albeit, the best you could, before you see that the man in front of you is wearing a matildas jersey. "what a game, huh?"

"oh, yeah. the girls are doing a wonderful job but sweden is just doing better," he answers. "who are you rooting for?"

"the matildas. it would be against my better judgement to root for sweden." you say. you watch his face for a second until recognition washes over his features.

"oh my god, you play for the us! you are amazing! i can't believe this is only your rookie season, i thought you had been playing for years when i saw your first game." you can't help but blush at his compliment. a smile molds onto your lips.

"thank you, that means a lot. i appreciate it," you giggle, "i never caught your name, you mind telling me?"

"oscar." he responds. he sticks out a hand in front of you. you grab it and shake. another smile displays on his features. it reminded you of a quokka, in fact, he reminded you of a quokka.

"well, oscah," you say, teasing him for his annunciation, "you don't happen to be busy do you?"

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y/n_l/n thank you all.

thank you to the national team for entrusting me with the opportunity to play in the women's world cup. if you were to tell 4 year old me that when she was 20, she'd be playing in the world cup, she would be absolutely ECSTATIC.

i would also like to thank my mom and dad for pushing me to play my best no matter what and to be a goldfish. aka, forget the bad things and remember the good.

also, thank you to the fans. seeing little girls holding signs with my name and number gives me reason to keep going. ladies, you can do anything you set your mind to. don't let anyone say you can't.

lastly, i would like to thank oscar for making me spill my coffee on myself. and for being a pretty alright tour guide. (jk, you were really great)

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user17 you showed up and showed out!

yourbsf YEAHHHHH Y/NNNN

y/n_l/n love you ❤️‍🔥

user46 can't believe she is only a rookie

user70 IKR. like... she is literally on par with a lot of the senior players

oscarpiastri i still feel really bad about the coffee...

y/n_l/n osc, please, it's okay

user91 A NICKNAME BASIS ALReADY??

user66 osc? OSC?!

yourmom So insanely proud of you sweetheart. Can't wait for the future ❤️

y/n_l/n i love you so much ma 🥹

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user55 kay who is oscar piastri and why is he such a cutie pie

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y/n_l/n and duck misses hers!

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user19 WHO IS HEEEeeEEe

user28 oscar piastri is an australian-rookie f1 driver! he races for the team mclaren :)

oscarpiastri i can buy you a new shirt!!!

y/n_l/n OSCAR. JACK. PIASTRI.

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user66 MY TWO WORLDS ARE COLLIDING I AM NOT OKAY

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oscarpiastri the best way to meet someone is to bump into them and make them spill their fresh (very hot) coffee on their shirt

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user67 honestly such a romantic way to meet someone

user21 oscar cannot catch a break from americans

user49 its like he's drawn to them..

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logansargeant woohoo another american!

y/n_l/n 🦅🦅🦅

oscarpiastri remind me to never introduce you two.

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user22 NO WAY OSCAR LIKED.

y/n_l/n that person must have been feeling nice!

oscarpiastri yeah they were

landonorris oscar has a cruUussShHhh

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user31 y/n l/n is an american soccer player!

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y/n_l/n you were a pretty okay tour guide

oscarpiastri take that back.

y/n_l/n mmm no

oscarpiastri duck says hi

y/n_l/n YOU DID NOT.

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user93 people when boy-girl friendships

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oscarpiastri dude 😀

user51 WHAT?

user64 he is SUCH a gossip girl

user15 i am SO totally normal ab this

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first oscar fic in the books. i loved writing this one. while doing so, i called myself single in so many different ways. i plan on making a part 2, maybe a part 3 (not sure) so stay tuned! also, if you would like to be on the taglist, comment!!! requests and feedback are welcome! make sure to leave a comment and kudos as well (only if you want :P)

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verspia · 23 days

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Hi I saw you’re Arda angst ff and I fucking loved it!! I wanted to request a Kenan Yildiz angst fanfic where the reader and Kenan had to get arrange married. But he hated her. He always brought other woman home and she really got sad because she never had the chance to experience real love. Not even from her parents.

He always kept her hidden from social media because he was embarrassed of her. She always went alone and done things alone. The reader is a quite person she an introvert she doesn’t really talk that much or express feelings so she always stays quiet. And she had a really bad childhood, got be@ten up and ignored. She never had a normal childhood. By the time Kenan never knew he starts to see her alone at restaurant or pic nics alone and started to feel guilty but never brought it up.

So one day the reader thought she’s alone at home and Kenan told her that he’ll be away.

So she wanted to sleep without a shirt. And that night Kenan appears there because the game got cancelled and when he approached her he saw her scars on her back that were caused by her parents. He starts to regret treating you like that and starts treating you better and spends time with you.

You can make a fluff or bad ending doesn’t really matter but I always prefer bad endings hehe I would really love for you to make this a story !!

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SAD GIRL • KENAN YILDIZ

( pairing ) kenan yıldız x reader

warnings - trigger warning, violence and abuse, a lot of angst. I tried my best and i hope this meets your expectations 💞

In your eyes, the marriage had been perhaps the best thing to have ever happened to you. It provided you with the opportunity to escape the clutches of your dysfunctional family, and finally find some semblance of normalcy in your life.

Knowing that it had been Kenan had made you feel exhilarated, a feeling that you weren’t quite used to.

Kenan had been reputable for being a rather charismatic gentleman, and his polite, sweet demeanour had been all the talk on your wedding day. You hadn’t met him yet, but the idea of him had made you fall in love.

You couldn’t be blamed, because to you this concept of genuity was so foreign to you, that daydreaming about it had made you feel as if you were on cloud nine.

That was until you truly got to know Kenan behind closed doors. Except you never truly got to know him.

Unlike you, Kenan found this marriage an unappealing burden that had chained him down to a person he could not care less for.

He was incredibly indifferent to your presence, and continued on about as if your marriage had never happened. After the ceremony had occurred and you’d been driven off to a fancy villa, Kenan had behaved as if you didn’t exist.

He never acknowledged your presence until absolutely necessary, and it felt as if you were a ghost living inside this empty house, begging, yearning to be noticed, but never spared a single glance.

For you this marriage had ignited a flicker of hope, of learning to love, and for building a meaningful relationship, a turnabout from the life your parents had imposed on you. You hadn’t imagined anything would hurt more than the scathing words and harsh treatment that they had inflicted upon you, until you were faced with the brutal rejection from Kenan. Atleast, at your parents house, you were never ignored, but with Kenan, you didn’t feel like a person, you felt like a soul in purgatory, suffering endlessly and without anyone to turn to.

This marriage with Kenan broke you in ways that you hadn’t thought possible. How could a rejection from the man you had been promised to have hurt so agonisingly when you didn’t even truly know him?

You couldn’t explain the stark difference in his behaviour from what you’d heard to what you’d experienced, and thus, the only person you had to blame was yourself.

Some nights, when the house is quiet and Kenan’s side of the bed is cold and empty, you lie awake and wonder what it is about you that makes you so unlovable. It’s a question that haunts you, clawing at the edges of your mind until it’s the only thing you can hear. You think back to your childhood, to the years spent trying and failing to earn your parents' love. You tried to be good, to be perfect, to be everything they wanted, but nothing was ever enough. Every cruel word, every slap, every moment of their disdain etched itself into your soul, carving out the belief that you were broken, unworthy, fundamentally flawed. You remember having gone through lengths, making sure you were academically on top, and when that wasn’t enough, pushing yourself towards sports to prove that you were capable, but despite these achievements, your parents refused to acknowledge any of it. You remember once, sitting at the edge of your room, if the tiny space could even be called that, your cheeks red from the stinging slaps and your arms littered with bruises, and not a single tear in your eyes. You felt hollow, the one question rotating over in your head, again and again and again.

“What is wrong with me?”

Your marriage with Kenan has only made this thought return full force, from when it just lingered to the back of your mind, to now always on the forefront of your thoughts, on the tip of your tongue, as if any moment you’d ask the question, say it out loud, but no matter.

Kenan never hears you anyway.

You sit in the spacious lounge of this house, Kenan is home, but you are alone. He’s with someone, another girl who doesn’t share the misfortune as you do, who’s laugh echoes around the house and to you, feels like nails on a chalkboard, pinching at your ears and leaving the heart you have in your chest aching worse as the clock ticks by.

Once again, you sit there and contemplate for perhaps the umpteenth time, the same question that oppresses you.

You see the same disappointment in Kenan’s eyes, the same coldness, the same quiet contempt that tells you what you’ve always feared, there’s something wrong with you. You’ve begun to believe it must be true because why else would Kenan treat you this way? Why else would he refuse to look at you, to touch you, to acknowledge that you’re anything more than an inconvenience he’s forced to endure? Why else would he parade other women in front of you, each of them more beautiful, more captivating, more everything than you’ll ever be?

The more Kenan pulls away, the deeper you sink into yourself, convinced that his indifference is a reflection of your worth. You’ve searched for answers in every mirror, scrutinizing your face, your body, every part of yourself that feels inadequate. You pick apart every flaw, every imperfection, as if solving the puzzle of your own ugliness might finally explain why you are so impossible to love. You try to change, to smile more, to be kinder, quieter, less of whatever it is that pushes people away. But no matter how much you give, no matter how much of yourself you twist and bend and break to fit into the shape of someone deserving, it’s never enough.

The rejection feels like a knife to the heart, twisting deeper each time Kenan walks past you as if you’re nothing. You wonder what it would feel like to be touched by him in kindness, to have him hold you like you mattered, just once. You’ve replayed it in your mind a thousand times, trying to imagine the warmth of his hand in yours, the weight of his arm around your shoulders, the sound of your name spoken with something other than disdain. But that warmth never comes. All you get is the chill of his absence, the searing pain of knowing that you are invisible, unwanted, unloved, and that’s all that you’ll ever be.

Despite all this endless questioning, you never get any closer to understanding why you’re in this predicament.

It hurts, like you’re drowning in a sea of sorrow, and every breath is a struggle against the relentless waves of the ruthless ocean. It’s the taste of salt on your lips—the bitter residue of tears that never seem to end—and the weight in your chest that sits like a stone, heavy and immovable, pressing down with a quiet, unyielding ache.

You have long since given up on hope, that maybe one day it will get better, the pain will decrease, but it never does.

Today, you don’t stay inside, the chattering of the girl twists a little deeper into your poor heart than usual, and you decide to step out.

You somehow make it to a cafe and settle down, in a spot. You’re so attuned to the feeling of loneliness that it doesn’t bother you as people glance at you, some with curiosity and most with pity, preoccupied with your heartache.

You realise just how pathetic, pitiful you must appear. Your face permanently stained with tear marks and eyes so red, your figure frail from negligence on everyone you’ve known, including yourself.

You don’t realise however, that it is enough to warrant headlines.

The next morning you’re going viral on the internet,

“Kenan Yildiz’s wife spotted, lonely and sombre. What could be the cause?”

You can’t help yourself as you look through the comments.

“lol how do we even know if she’s his wife, we’ve never seen a single photo of them together”

“oh please, she’s probably a lying attention seeking white trying to get Kenan’s attention, bet she’s never met the guy. Yawn.”

“Who the fuck is this?”

“Kenan is not married what in the fake news”

You’re not surprised by it, but still it stings. You knew Kenan never made it known that he had been married, the night of your wedding day had become news to the world, but it had been buried away by Kenan’s refusal to acknowledge it.

It wasn’t as if you ever accompanied Kenan anywhere either, you went out alone, he never invited you to his games or any award ceremonies, he ignored you just as much on the outside as he did at home.

The only people who actually acknowledge this news are your parents, they come knocking on your door while Kenan is out, not at all pleased by your act that had so perfectly tarnished their reputation, and then the very night they make it very abundantly clear to you just how much displeasure you bring to them.

The pain is sharp and jagged, like shards of glass lodged deep inside, cutting with every thought, and every word your mother hisses at you, and every hit your father directs at you tears you down further.

When they leave, you’re all by yourself on the floor, like broken china that no one cares about or ever will bother picking up.

That night you cry yourself to sleep, so incredibly tired, and you think to yourself about how much of an abomination you are, if only you didn’t ever exist at all.

You’re mentally exhausted to the point that you fall asleep right there on the floor in your mess. And for the first time, Kenan takes notice of you.

He has always been aware of your presence, but had blatantly rejected it, even though guilt had begun to seep into this facade of pretending that he was indifferent to you.

He had noticed how you were always alone, no friends to tag along with when you went out to a restaurant, and barely anyone to talk to. He noticed how you tried your very hardest to make yourself as small as you could in the home that was supposed to be both his and yours. You never spared any expense on yourself from his money, to the point that all the groceries in the house went untouched by you, never eating the food that was there, as if you felt unworthy of sharing the same stuff he did.

His conscience had fought with him a lot, but then his pertinacity had won out.

Kenan comes home late that night, the weight of his usual indifference wrapped around him like a heavy coat. The house is quiet, too quiet, but it doesn’t feel unfamiliar, because that is how you are, yet as he steps inside, he feels a strange sense of unease. The lights are dim, casting long, flickering shadows across the walls, and for a moment, he almost calls out for you, but stops himself—old habits of pride and detachment still holding him back. As he walks through the hallway, his footsteps echo softly on the wooden floor, and that’s when he sees you, crumpled in the corner, lying there as if the world itself had thrown you away.

He freezes, staring at the scene that steals the breath from his lungs. You’re curled up on the cold, hard floor, your fragile frame barely shielded by the thin shadow that frames you. The soft glow of the lamplight reveals a tapestry of dark, angry bruises spreading across your arms and face, fresh and vicious, like cruel brushstrokes on pale canvas. Your cheeks are stained with dried tears, and your breaths come in shallow, ragged bursts, as if each inhale is a battle against the pain you carry. The sight of you, so small, so vulnerable, hits him like a punch to the gut, and for the first time in a long time, something shifts in him.

Guilt seeps in, thick and suffocating, wrapping around his heart like a vice. He kneels beside you, his hands trembling as he reaches out, hesitant and unsure. He touches your shoulder, lightly at first, afraid of causing you more pain, and when you stir, blinking up at him through swollen eyes, he feels the weight of his neglect crash down on him. He’s been blind to your suffering, wrapped up in his own resentments, his own desires, never once considering the cost of his actions—or inactions—on the person he promised to protect, however unwillingly.

Your own eyes widen a little, surprised at seeing him so close to you, for the first time since your wedding, and you aim to move away, but an egregious amount of pain has you stopping, and you try to keep the groan from escaping out your mouth.

"Who did this to you?" His voice is low, and there’s a vulnerability there, breaking, a far cry from the coldness you’ve grown accustomed to. You don’t answer, still in shock from seeing him so close. That is when you notice the freckles of golden in his green eyes, or perhaps you have a concussion that’s making you see things.

Kenan’s eyes run over your body, the bruises tell a story he can’t ignore, and for the first time, he sees you—not as the burden he’s resented, but as someone who’s been hurt far too many times, someone he’s failed in the worst possible way.

Kenan helps you up, his touch gentler than it has ever been. He wraps his arms around you, careful not to press against your bruises, and for the first time, you feel his warmth—real, unguarded, like he’s trying to shield you from the world that’s been so unkind. He guides you to the bedroom, the one he’s kept so meticulously separate from you, and tucks you into the bed as if you’re something precious. He sits beside you that night, eyes never leaving your face, and vows silently to himself that he will be different, that he will be better. For you, it all feels as if you’re on an alien planet, an alternative reality where everything feels so foreign, unaccustomed to having anyone, not just Kenan, actually look at you beyond the same gaze of disdain that you’ve known your whole life.

In the days that follow, Kenan is not the man you remember. He wakes early to make you breakfast, though he’s clumsy in the kitchen, burning toast and fumbling with the coffee machine. You watch him from the table, wrapped in a blanket, still wary, but there’s something different in his eyes—softer, almost pleading. He sits with you as you eat, quiet but present, as if his mere company might patch over the wounds he’s spent so long ignoring.

He starts to notice the little things—the way you flinch when someone speaks too loudly, the way you keep your head down as if expecting another blow. He learns how sometimes you don’t answer, assuming that he isn’t speaking to you, and it fills him with regret. He learns to be gentle, careful with his words, speaking to you with a softness that feels foreign on his tongue. He doesn’t bring anyone home anymore; the house is yours, a sanctuary he’s determined to protect. Slowly, he starts to open up, telling you about his own struggles, his own fears, the reasons he’s built walls so high around his heart. It’s not an excuse, but it’s a start, and you find yourself listening, inching closer with each shared truth.

Kenan begins to take you out on walks in the park, away from the stifling walls of the house that holds too many memories. He holds your hand, tentatively at first, but when you don’t pull away, he squeezes a little tighter, as if to say he’s here now, and he’s not going anywhere. He surprises you with small gestures—your favorite flowers on the table, a book you mentioned once, a soft touch on your shoulder when you seem lost in thought. It’s awkward and unsure, but it’s real, and each day, the distance between you shrinks just a little more.

One evening, as the sun sets and paints the room in hues of gold, Kenan sits beside you on the couch, holding your hand. He’s nervous, you can tell, but his eyes are earnest. “I’m sorry,” he says, his voice cracking under the weight of everything he’s kept buried. “For all of it. For not seeing you, for not being what you needed. I know I’ve hurt you, and I can’t take that back, but I want to try. I want to be better—for you.”

For a moment, you say nothing, the words catching in your throat. But when you look at him, really look at him, you see someone trying, someone who’s finally willing to let you in. You nod, squeezing his hand back, and though the road ahead is uncertain, for the first time, it feels like it’s yours to walk together.

fin

#kenan yildiz x reader #fanfic #kenan yildiz #football #juventus #football wags #kenan yıldız #kenan #random #sadgirl #romantic #second chance romance #football fanfic

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10. Through a Kiss

Hi @tohru-n!! You're too kind. Thank you, I'm glad you enjoy my fanarts 💖💞

Yes, I've read "Those Gentle Slopes that Lead to Hell" before!! Such a beautiful fic! I read some of it years ago, and although I haven't continued reading the newest chapters, I still remember how compelling it was. There are so many scenes I love, but if I had to choose, then this is the one I remember and like the most:

I've always been so fascinated by the concept of taking soul through a kiss ever since I first watched it in the anime. It's arguably a very generic scene we can find in many Kuroshitsuji fanfics, but there's just something about it I can't get enough of. In this fic in particular, I love how surprised Ciel was. If I remember correctly, Ciel already had a bit of a crush on Sebastian at this point, but they were playing games in which showing weakness could be considered losing. Ciel, who had always acted strong and aloof, was so taken aback by Sebastian's answer at this scene. This glimpse of flustered and unsure Ciel is something I found really endearing ^^

Lastly, thank you to the wonderful @k-s-morgan, the author of the fic who has given her best sharing this story with us, and also for giving me permission to draw and post this fanart ^^💞

#kuroshitsuji #black butler #sebastian michaelis #ciel phantomhive #sebaciel #fanart #mine: art #based on ask

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a11eya · 11 months

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Heyyy so firstly just wanna say I love lwgyh and your writing is beautiful. For the event you’re thinking about doing what about either coffee shop/bookstore au or dystopia au with Bakugou?

you're so sweet 🥺💞 i'm so glad you're enjoying lwgyh, and thank you for reading!

so—i'm not sure if you're referring to the build-a-fic event i was talking about last week or the fanfic trope mashup game i reblogged recently!! i'm going to assume it's for the game, since those AUs you mentioned are listed 🙏

6. Coffee Shop AU 💖 Bakugou Katsuki x Reader

“Hey.”

“Hey,” you say, voice distant, distracted. “One sec, okay?”

You don’t wait for a response, continuing to pipe out frosting, wanting to finish this complicated design while you’re in the groove of things.

After a minute, you exhale and lean back. The cake looks good. You’re positive your client’s going to be pleased.

You look up.

Bakugou’s leaning against the kitchen doorway, watching you. His arms are crossed. You’re surprised he hasn’t come over to hover over your shoulder, pressuring you to finish up and give him your full attention. It’s what he always does—impatient, overbearing. Distracting.

He’s lucky you like him, despite it all.

These last two years contracted with his coffee shop, providing them with baked goods, were rough at times. Bakugou’s ruthless, demanding, only wanting the best and things his way. He’s not afraid to say what’s on his mind, and he doesn’t care how it comes out. It’s resulted in several arguments between the two of you. But you’ve come to an understanding, now. You respect his high standards, and he respects your expertise.

“You hear for the week’s shipment? You’re early,” you say, cocking your head.

“Here to go over the quantities. We need to increase them again,” he says.

“Really?” You smile, pleased. “That’s great news!”

Your smile fades into a frown. “Oh, but I can’t tonight. I’m going to the small business association meeting.”

Bakugou clicks his tongue. “Then we’ll meet after. I’ll wait.”

You begin putting away your supplies, the cake, and start cleaning yourself up.

“No can do, Bakugou,” you say. “Going on a date right after. Let’s meet tomorrow.”

Bakugou scowls. “A date? What dumbass asked you on a date?”

You half turn your body to look at him, hands stuck under the sink, soapy. You glare.

“You’re so rude. I’m not the one who hasn’t gone on a single date in over a year. Loser.” Not like you’re much better. You’ve gone on a couple dates over the past couple years that’ve all amounted to nothing. You keep trying because you think it’ll help you get over this dumb crush on the mean blond in front of you. You’re getting a little desperate.

Bakugou scoffs. “I’m focused on my business, not dating randos.”

You wipe your hands dry and come over to him, looking up into his grumpy face.

“Well, that’s your choice. Now please scooch yourself out of my kitchen and out of my bakery. I’ve got places to be.”

You place your hands on his back and push. You try to ignore the warmth of his skin through his shirt, the breadth of his shoulders.

Predictably, he doesn’t move an inch. Instead, completely unpredictably, he twists around and grabs your wrists, pulling you closer.

Startled, you blink rapidly as he leans in. He smells a little of coffee and whatever detergent he uses. His eyes are such a warm red, so close.

“What—” you start, but stop as the bell above your front door chimes and you hear light footsteps approach the kitchen.

Bakugou releases you just as another blond head pops through the door.

“Hey!” Takami smiles. “Ready to go?”

#bakugou what were you gonna do!!!#silly man #you miss 100% of the shots you don’t take #jess replies #jess scribbles #bakugou katsuki x reader #bnha #fanfic mashup ask game #also the way it’s so weird to call hawks by his last name instead of just. hawks #ask game

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i've found your account only a few days ago but ever since then I've been STUCK here rereading your fanfics, especially ones with damian. i wasn't even a dc fan (heard about some stuf, watched some films and cartoons, but that's it) but now im reading comics since im Obsessed and need more batboys in my life (rip my productivity😔)

Anyway, after Sleepover i'm curious what will Bruce (and maybe even Thalia) think of batboys strange behaviour towards reader. He's smart, so he definitely notices it early on, but how he'll react....

I can see him being weirded out (like he was by Jason's anger issues, before his death), but he also can be an enabler, since Robin (literaly any of them) had a hard life, so if those relationships can help him why not pretend that everything is normal? you'll be safer in a Wayne's Manor anyway

All in all, thanks for a new hyperfixation 💞💞

P.s. About games:

1. Boyfriend to death 1&2 - since you're into yanderes you might want to check this game out. I prefer the second game, but the first is also fun. But beware the trigger warnings!!

2. Long live the Queen - more of a raising sim than dating sim but you still can romance some guys and girls.

,3. Hatoful Boyfriend - mostly a comedy, but there is a yandere.

4. The Royal Trap - it's been a long time since i played it, but it used to be one of my favorites so i'll just mention it.

5. Higurashi - once again not really a romance sim, but its an interesting horror mixed with a slice of life

;A; AWWWW THANK YOU IM SO HAPPY YOU LIKE MY STUFF.... THAT MAKES ONE OF US GIJSDOFAFGHFOJDSD

and yes yes get into DC!!! (girl who hasnt even read a full run since like. injustice)

damn now you got me thinking and excited. incoming spiel

i agree entirely about bruce just knowing how Bad things can get, so to make things simpler, he's like "yes, your darling(s) can stay in the manor, boys. 🙄"

mmm yes..... when it comes to bruce noticing the batboys are yandere, i think it's always sinfully delightful to just have him be reluctantly okay with it. 😈 it's also easier narratively ngl but i also like the idea that the batfam is all just corrupted.

bruce's thoughts are that they (his sons) fight for vengeance and justice but this is where they could use some leeway.... we all need our vice... they fight so hard for gotham, they deserve a little treat (getting rid of your human rights)... it's very "Dad who wants his sons to have happiness even if its not healthy" of him. in fics where bruce is a yandere, well, he's the exact same way so he can't judge. although if that's the case, i like the idea of bruce just being like "yes what we do isn't right. let's not talk about it. just don't kill <3"

still wondering what i like more. a yan!bruce who's self aware what he's doing is wrong but he just refuses to think about it. or a yan!bruce that justifies it all because of his paranoia, Tower of Babel style (if you don't know, that's when it's revealed batman has plans to subdue/kill the justice league just in case they go rogue.)

for the batboys depends on their personality... for damian, he's so resolute in things that i prefer when he just believes 100% what he's doing is okay, if not actually righteous. ^_^

hmmm talia.... I'M STILL UNSURE HOW I PREFER THAT AS WELL... i think talia being a you-arent-good-enough-for-my-son mom is a little cliche but also. she kinda would say that. you'd have to prove your worth somehow but idk how tf darling would do that LOL. in the end, i think talia is just relieved/comforted that her son indeed feels desire and wants love and will continue the family legacy (regardless if youre afab/can biologically have children.)

no THANK YOU FOR THE ASK!!! AND THANKS FOR RECS!!!! heheh yeah ive checked out btd and im not averse to the warnings its more like im not that most of into the designs ngl. fox guy seems cute? AND LMAO FUNNY BC IM ON A HIGURASHI REWATCH (never played it tho)

#yandere batfam #ask

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bogglecatboxx · 1 year

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genshin reverse au headcanons

in which you’re a character in the hit video game genshin impact, and they’re your biggest fan ; notes: gn!reader, all lower case, reader is a limited 5-star bc i said so, also reader is an antagonist in tartaglia’s part lmao

venti:

if you have any kind of character song or leitmotif, he’s learning it on every instrument he owns. posts an acoustic cover online. (he also writes an original song about you, but he keeps that one to himself, wanting to really perfect it first.)

has pins and keychains of you; you’re probably also his phone wallpaper. reads fanfics of you and goes ‘y/n would NOT say that >:/‘

runs teams centered around you; regardless of what role you are, he makes sure the rest of the team has synergy with you. even if he has to run a specific character that you don’t work well with for whatever reason, you stay on the team lol. any online friends he plays with are so used to this they might accidentally refer to him as y/n.

hums while playing; if you have any singing or humming voice lines, he tries to hum along to them.

tartaglia:

no matter what role you’re supposed to be, he’s running full damage y/n. if you’re supposed to be a support this is extremely confusing to people, especially when they see how well he’s making it work (he likes the challenge). if you’re meant to be a dps anyway, people are still surprised to see the high damage he’s doing and how fast he clears bosses.

probably posts pictures or videos like ‘clearing spiral abyss w just y/n (and traveller) !!’

on that note, he probably does run a one-character team for everything he can. you’re strong enough to win on your own, why would he need anyone else?

does your boss fight/trounce domain on repeat. feels kinda bad for repeatedly beating up his favorite character, but also loves seeing you in your (slightly evil) element.

posts stuff like ‘i support hot people’s rights AND wrongs 🥺💕’ and ‘i don’t want to fix them i love them as they are 💖💞’ next to screenshots of cutscenes where you commit atrocities

lyney:

had been playing before your banner (freminet had introduced him to the game), but you were the first (and likely only) 5star character he c6’d

honestly, lynette is probably sick of hearing about y/n this and y/n that all the time. (she doesn’t play herself, although she sometimes watches her brothers play.) (freminet’s a little sick of it, too, even if you are one of his favorite characters.)

practices small, simple card tricks during cutscenes and loading screens (he has, like, ten decks of cards on his desk alone). gets embarrassed if he fumbles while you’re on screen lol

will try to find a way to do any cool magic you do in game with practical effects. depending on how magical or complicated your abilities are, this might take a while, but he’s determined to look at least almost as cool as you do in game.

probably most likely to cosplay you.

#genshin impact #venti #lyney #tartaglia #childe #ajax #genshin imagines #genshin x reader #boggle writings

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otpcutie · 11 months

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WIP game

@katia-anyway tysm for the tag💞💞

RULES: Post the last sentence you wrote (fanfic / original / anything) and tag as many people as there are words in the sentence.

This is from my latest WIP. I was trying to avoid starting any new fics rn, but naturally the gremlin in my brain won😂😇

My last sentence:

The second he’d stepped off the elevator Steve watched as his colleagues all but swooned over the guy—Ari fucking Levinson.

= 21 tags. Challenge accepted :3

Tagging: @elskanellis @endlesstwanted @muse-of-gods @andrea1717 @basicallyahedgehog @buckyismybicycle @ladderofyears @owl-of-fandom @stargazing-enby @thebisexualmandalorian @professional-benaddict @starksvinyls @nicoline1998enilocin @greenwichmeanlime @polizwrites @notvirginawoolf @beyondtheclose @all-alone-he-turns-to-stone @shealwaysreads @fragile-teacup @sunshinebuckybarnes

#pls tag me in your posts I’d love to read your sentences💗👀#otpcutie talks #tag game #otpcutie fics #pals

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Jorleesi Fic + Author Rec

In honor of Fanfic Writer's Appreciation Day 2024, I wanted to do a fic rec list for my new fandom, Jorleesi (Jorah x Daenerys from Game of Thrones). Here are some of my top fic recs, and I am also including an author rec list for the amazing individuals who have contributed so much to this fandom! Happy reading and please show all of these great authors some love ❤️ here on Tumblr and AO3!

Fic Recs🔥(with my cover art)

Author recs ❣️

@fandomsbyladymelodrama on AO3

@rileypotter17 on AO3

@salzrand on AO3

charliebrown90

@houseofthebear on AO3

@ser-jorah-the-andal on AO3

@wildfire-1980 on AO3

@gettingovergreta on AO3

@clarasimone on AO3

@terisrog on AO3

@thank-god-and-you on AO3

@thethingswelove on AO3

@bridgr6 on AO3

@toas-tea on AO3

@khaleesa on AO3

@fanoftheknight on AO3

@squilf on AO3

I'm so sorry if I forgot to mention anyone! Thank you again for all you have given this fandom and best wishes from one of your readers! 💗💞💝 And to everyone looking for great Jorleesi fics to read - please go read and review their work!

#game of thrones #jorah mormont #daenerys targaryen #daenerys x jorah #jorah x daenerys #dany x jorah #jorleesi #fanfic writer appreciation day #ffwad #fanfic appreciation day #author appreciation #ao3 #fanfiction #jorleesi fic rec

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Pink Eyes - Chapter One Yandere! Cell x Saiyan! OC (Orion) Genre: Horror/Romance(?) Tropes: Yandere Part of the Pink Eyes Series Warnings: Yandere, Possessive Behavior, Murder, Death, Stalking, Cell being allowed to live, Hide Away Inspired AUs Utilized: Overhaul AU

"I can't believe we decided to stay here." Roots gruffed to Orion, Orion sighs and stared at her member of her Force.

"What other choice do we have? I doubt Frieza will allow us back and Ginyu is dead!" Orion said, exasperated.

"Yet, you did choose to stay with the same people who killed your husband." Roots said.

"Look, I prefer we don't get into this right now." Orion snaps, the car made a pit stop, and she gets out of the car, holding her sleeping son. Zarburne was the son between her and Ginyu and he was only 4 years old. He was named after her best friend Zarbon. But his name was pronounced Zar-Burn.

After being defeated by the Z-Warriors and having lost her 3 men, she was spared due to the orders of "Prince Vegeta" due to her being the only female left in their species. She didn't really care for Vegeta as she found him to be annoying and arrogant. So when she had the chance, she left Earth with Zarburne, Stard, Vex and Roots.

She went back to Earth weeks later realizing she needed a better life for her son. While she was sad about Ginyu's death, she knew he wanted her to be happy with their son.

She stared at this male, he seemed to have silver(?) hair, she narrowed her eyes, and next to him stood two other boys. One of them looked like her son, while another looked like... Hm, she didn't know, he started to tell them about some sort of Androids attacking. Orion tuned them out.

After awhile, she was sitting by herself, tending to Zarburne when the males alongside the mysterious Silver Haired Male.

"Hello, who are you?" Orion asked. The male that looked like her son smiled.

"I am your Son Zarburne from the future!" Future Zarburne said, Orion's eyes widened.

"Really? Then who is that?" She pointed to the other male.

"That's my brother, or your other son." Zarburne said. Orion's eyes widened.

"No way, who was the father? Don't tell me, Vegeta?"

"No."

"Yamcha?"

"No."

"Tien?"

"Nope."

"Krillin?"

"Gods no!"

"Piccolo?"

"Eeh... Kinda, but not really?"

"Then tell me!"

"When you see him you'll know."

Bulma and Vegeta ended up together, they had a son named Trunks, the name of the mysterious figure that arrived here with her future kids. At first Future Zarburne's words made no sense at all.

But then, a bunch of rapid Kis that's similar to Vegeta, Piccolo and Goku. She didn't know what this was, and went to meet with them. That's when she saw him.

A hulking Android.

The perfect being. For a split second, Cell turned around and smirked.

"Ah, it's you. You're so pretty and beautiful..." Cell said, his pink... eyes staring into her own brown eyes. "The mother... of my children." Cell croons, stepping forward.

Orion got into a fighting stance. "Who are you?"

Cell snickers and smiled. His enchanting Pink Eyes gleamed.

"I'm Cell, your future husband~" Cell walked up to Orion and Orion felt like she was unable to find a hiding place.

"...No... No you-" She began.

"Yes I am." Cell purrs. "You know that kid with Future Zarburne~?"

"...It can-"

"That's our son."

She walked back with Cell, the others, including Trunks well Future Trunks were shocked.

"What are you doing with him?" Vegeta snaps.

"Yeah!" Gohan blurts out.

"He's... Agreed to behave." Orion mumbled.

"Behave!?" Vegeta sputters. "I hardly even fucking believe it!"

"Look, trust me."

"Absolutely NOT! Are we seriously going to let her keep Cell?" Vegeta turned to face the others. Cell was stroking Orion's hair creepily.

"We kept you, Vegeta." Orion said. Bulma snickers.

"Ahhaha! kept Vegeta! Oh that's... That's hilarious!" Bulma laughed, Vegeta rolled his eyes.

"Oh whatever, I don't care. Just-" Vegeta began, but seeing Cell look intimidating his eyes gazed away.

"Just what?" Cell asked.

"Nothing."

>Next Chapter

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nottheweirdest · 2 years

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🌿 + 🎉

Hey Jelly!! Hope you're doing well!! 💗 😊

🌿how does creating make you feel?

Oof it makes me feel a lot of things! It makes me feel resolution, hope, secure in the sense that I have control of the story and its outcome. I get to feel sneaky when I'm laying down hints and playful. I also get a huge sense of accomplishment when fics are finished! 🥳

🎉how often do you celebrate completing & posting a work? how often do you give yourself the credit/validation that you seek from others when you post? (if you don't, you should!)

Oh boy! This is quite the question lol ummm I'm historically bad about not giving myself credit or validation. For anything 😅 I'm working on getting better though and realizing the importance of it! In fact, when I completed Clean Slate, I purchased some Beats Earbuds for myself! 🥳 That's the only time I've celebrated finishing a work but it was my first big multichapter. Maybe I'll do something for Coming Home!

Fanfic Writer Ask

#thank you for the ask!! 💞#ask game #fanfic ask game

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cacodaemonia · 1 year

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Fan Artist Emoji Asks

Big thanks to @nottheweirdest, who created the Fanfic Writer Emoji Ask and gave me permission to use that as a template for a visual artist version! This ask game is for visual artists, and while the questions most often ask about drawing or sketching, just substitute your preferred medium.

😅 What's a sketch or finished image you've created that you're a smidge embarrassed exists?

🥺 Is there a certain type of moment or common interaction between characters that never fails to put you in your feels when you draw it?

🤡 What sketch or detail in an image have you drawn that made you laugh?

😈 Have you ever created an image or added some detail just to be playfully mean to the viewer?

👀 Do you have someone who you can go to when you need another set of eyes on an image?

🛒 What are some common things you incorporate in your images? Themes, feels, scenes, color palettes, etc.

🎢 Which of your images would you call your wildest ride?

✨ Give you and your art a compliment. Go on now. You know you deserve it. 😉

💋 Drawing characters smooching—do you enjoy it or hate it?

🎶 Do you listen to music/podcasts/audiobooks/podfics while you draw? What have you been listening to lately?

🛠 What traditional media or digital programs do you use to draw?

⛔ Do you have an image you started but scrapped?

🙋‍♀️ Do any irl people know you make fan art?

🍦 What's the sweetest image you've created so far?

🍷 Do you drink and draw?

🍆 Do you draw spicy stuff? If so, what's your favorite nsfw image?

🌞 Do you have a preferred time of day to draw?

💖 What made you start drawing?

💌 How do you feel about comments and feedback?

❌ What's something you would never draw?

💲 Would you ever open commissions?

🧐 Do you spend much time researching and finding references for your images?

🏆 What's your most popular image?

🎃 Do you create images for certain holidays? What is your favorite holiday-inspired image?

🎯 Has anyone ever guessed a handy trick or shortcut you used in an image? Care to share which?

📖 How do you feel about fics based on you art?

📈 How many fan art images have you created?

🤔 Do you plan out things like values, colors, and composition or fly by the seat of your pants?

🎨 Tell me about an upcoming wip, please!

🤗 What advice would you give to new fan artists who are just getting started?

🤩 Who is your favorite character to draw?

💞 Who is your comfort character? Not necessarily your favorite to draw, but one that always makes you feel a little better.

🧠 When drawing [character name], what about them is hardest to draw? (askers, don't forget to specify the character!)

🤲 Would you please share a wip? Maybe a sketch or a small preview of an image?

😬 Which of your images would you be most horrified for friends, family, or coworkers to stumble upon?

🎉 What leads you to consider an image a success?

✅ What's something that appears in your images over and over and over again, even if you don't mean to?

🖼️ Would you ever want to turn making art into a career?

⌛ How long does it take you to complete a sketch versus a finished image?

🤯 What's an aspect of images with which you struggle (ex. human figures, backgrounds, hands, animals, cars, etc.)?

💔 Is there an image of yours that broke your heart?

💥 How do you feel about criticism?

🤭 Do you have a favorite tag to use when posting your art?

🥰 How do you feel about viewer interaction? Are you open to receiving questions about your images?

#fan artist emoji asks #emoji asks #ask game #fan art

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