#no idea what's going on w them and i'm too tired to figure it out lmao

[edenesth]

[4:43 AM]

With a faint groan, you rubbed your eyes groggily, realising you had dozed off once more while waiting for Hongjoong to wrap up in his studio – or so he claimed hours ago.

Retrieving your phone to check the time, you sighed, "It's almost five in the morning, captain. Are you close to finishing up?"

Cursing inwardly, your boyfriend turned towards you, wearing a sheepish smile as if just realising the current time, "I'm really sorry, baby. I could have sworn it was only two o'clock just five minutes ago. Just bear with me for a moment longer; I'm saving my progress, and then we can head home."

Perched on the couch behind him, you shot a surprised glance at the generous opening of his shirt. Narrowing your eyes with a hint of suspicion, you crossed your arms over your chest, "Yah, Kim Hongjoong. Are you trying to seduce me?"

He blinked, trying to comprehend what you were referring to until he followed your gaze and looked down at his attire. Only then did he grasp the extent of the undone buttons. After a moment, a smirk played on his lips, his heart swelling with affection as he relished the adorably sleepy expression on your face while you pouted at him.

"Perhaps I am. It looks like I struggle with buttoning my shirt properly. Would you mind doing it for me?" He teased, powering off his PC and moving over to sit beside you. His hands instinctively found yours as he leaned in to whisper in your ear, "Or... would you prefer to undo them all for me instead?"

His suggestive words elicited a gasp from you, and you playfully slapped his chest, "Are you serious? We're in your workplace!"

Grinning, he held your hand against his chest, "So, does that mean if we were at home right now, you would have welcomed this idea wholeheartedly, hm?"

"Y-you—"

Before you could utter anything further, he was already intoxicated by the comforting fragrance of your perfume, leaning in to capture your lips and silence you.

Your eyes widened at his sudden boldness, considering he had always been reserved about public displays of affection, especially at his workplace where colleagues could walk in at any moment. You figured that sleep deprivation must be getting to him, daring him to take such a risk. After a few unsuccessful attempts to push him away, you surrendered, closing your eyes and kissing him back, melting into his embrace.

Maybe you should have trusted your instincts and stopped things before they reached a point of no return.

The next thing you knew, the door to his studio creaked open, and the voice of his producer, Eden, sounded, "Hongjoong-ah, you're still here? Go home already. Your poor girlfriend must be exhausted waiting—"

He stood still at the entrance as both of you jumped apart, "W-well, it looks like she's not too tired, but that's all the more reason to go home, right? Please don't taint the studio."

You buried your face in your hands as your boyfriend's cheeks flushed deep red. He nodded vigorously, "Y-yes, hyung! We're leaving now!"

After Eden left, you shot him a glare, and he scoffed, pulling you onto your feet and into his waiting arms, "Don't give me that look as if you didn't kiss me back just as eagerly."

Your heart raced at his following words, "Come on, let's hurry home. We should probably finish what we started."

"You need sleep, Joong."

"Not until I have you first, baby."

ATEEZ Masterlist

I know I said I was gonna start working on my thesis but GOOD LORD, I could not get producer Joong out of my mind. Also, thank you so much for 1.2k followers, holy crap!

Hope y'all enjoyed this random timestamp lmao as always, thanks for reading and lmk your thoughts! <3

Tag list: @aurasblue @marievllr-abg @itsvxlentine @minghaoslatina @huachengsbestie01 @evidive @weedforthoughtz @minkiflwr @cheolliehugs @ho3-for-yunho @cereal-simp

All Rights Reserved © edenesth // DO NOT REPOST, TRANSLATE, PLAGIARISE OR REPURPOSE.

[ultimate-shipper-trash-blog]

I'll Send an SOS to Your Heart

-------

"Ok, I'm imagining things."

Steve is laying on his bed watching his lights flicker.

He plugged in one of those space projectors that's supposed to make your ceiling look like the night sky.

It's not weird that they're flickering, the light was a dollar at Melvads he wasn't expecting it to work long.

The weird part is that the stars keep making a heart shape.

He sees the heart flash a couple of times before he flips over and hides deeper into his pillow.

"No." He groans. "No more upside down shit."

If some upside-down monster was flirting with him he quits.

All the lights in his room surge to maximum brightness.

"Fuck off."

The lights draw a middle finger.

"WHAT THE FUCK!" He jumps out of bed and points at the orbs.

It draws a winky face. (;P)

"Who are you?"

His blood runs cold. An upside down monster can't flirt with him. They don't know English. He has an idea but it can't be true.

They left him there. He's dead.

...isn't he?

'SOS' the lights read.

"Fuck." Tears spring to his eyes. "Eddie?"

'Hiya'

-----

He spends a while talking to Eddie.

It's tough.

It takes a while to write everything out and Steve is still trying not to hyperventilate or cry or pass out so it's taking a lot of energy to keep up the conversation.

'Sleep?'

"No."

'?'

"Nothing I'm just...not tired."

'Liar'

"WHAT! I'm not I just-"

'-_-'

"Fine."

':)'

"I'm scared."

'Me?'

"No, I'm scared this is a dream. That I fell asleep hours ago and I made you out of my guilty conscious. I just don't want to lose you...again."

'Back'

"Back?"

'Bring back'

"Bring...you back?"

'YES'

"You think we can bring you back?"

'Plan'

"Yes! I'll call everyone we can figure it out. Oh! We have El to help us this time! You're gonna love her Eds she's just like the kids you look out for and she's magic! I'll call them right-"

'NO'

"No?"

'tom- sleep now'

"I think this is a little more important than-"

'Sleep <3'

Steve looks over at the clock, 4 am.

Shit.

"Ok. I'm going to sleep. Will you...will you be here in the morning?"

'W STEVIE'

"Ok. Goodnight Eddie."

'GN <3'

----

The plan goes off without a hitch.

It takes them about two weeks to formulate and execute the plan.

Steve spends his days and nights talking to Eddie, keeping him updated. Keeping him in his life.

He speed runs a crisis or two when he realizes he wants to spend the remainder of his days speaking to Eddie.

He can't wait until he's here with him.

Alive.

-----

So it's more complicated than he thought.

Maybe there's a hoard or bats blocking them from Eddie.

Maybe Steve throws himself in front of the kids and fights off the creatures long enough for them to find Eddie and get him back home.

Maybe Steve bleeds a little too much and collapsed as soon as they reach the other side.

----

He wakes in the hospital to nine pairs of eyes staring at him.

They're all arguing with each other. Their voices low as if they're trying not to wake them.

He wants to talk he wants to reach out.

Eddie is standing by the door in a baseball cap and sunglasses as if he was trying to be inconspicuous.

As if Eddie could ever hide from Steve. Steve would find him anywhere he is.

God, he's here! He's in the room! All this time apart and he's so close!

"Mphahhpsh" he can't form words but it doesn't matter.

Everyone stops and Eddie's eyes meet his. His eyes look wet and he looks skinny and exhausted.

He's never looked more beautiful.

Eddie's eyes turn down into a determined glare. He pushes past everyone until he's inches away from Steve.

He takes a deep breath and then leans down and kisses him.

Flat on the mouth. In front of everyone.

The shocked noises are what pulls them apart.

"I'm so happy to see you, I really like you," Steve says.

"That's my line." Eddie smiles and kisses him again.

"Don't ever try to save me again I can't ever see you in a hospital again," Eddie presses their noses together.

"That's my line."

Eddie chuckles and pushes his nose into Steve's cheek. "Dork."

"Yes, yes, you're both terrible. Now what the fuck is happening."

They break apart to see the crews shocked faces. Mike's face is pale and Dustin is an interesting shade of red.

Robin is staring at him a little proud.

He sends a wink her way and pulls Eddie in closer.

They'll figure it all out later. They have time.

----

This started with once sentence in my brain and grew into three different plot points I put together in a rush. :P

Please comment I love to read em!

[vanesycho]

The chenle one has woken up smth in me so idk...Can you write smth w older Jisung where the reader cannot find her peace w boys her age until she meets jisung which is the "wattpad" kind of older man (ifykwim) caring and basically knows how to give reader the comfort that she needs

hi hii🤍 I would like to thank the person who wrote the request, I am not very satisfied with what I wrote, but I hope I was able to write something as you wanted<3

wc: 1,8k

You left the bar crying, your girlfriend was trying to catch up to you, you ignored her even when she called your name.

"Y/n stop! Stop!"

She caught up to you and grabbed your arm, turning you towards her, you didn't let her when she tried to hug you.

"You called me here even though you knew that boy had bad intentions."

"I swear I didn't know, would I have called you here if I knew he would touch you without your permission?"

You laughed hysterically through your tears.

"Really? Fuck it, I'm going home."

You couldn't stand listening to her anymore.You quickly left there and started walking home. Continued walking down the deserted street while crying, cursing everything, your friend, that boy, yourself. While you thought he was a different person again, he turned out to be no different from the other boys, they were all the same, each and every one of them.They would use you for their body, and if you didn't let them, they would throw you in the corner.

You were falling onto the pavement, tripping as you could barely see through your tears, until someone grabbed you by the arms. You looked up and saw a tall figure, the streetlight illuminating his face.

"Are you okay?"

You nodded, you didn't feel okay but did it matter? You freed yourself from his arms and regained your balance.

"I am good, thanks."

You were about to walk past him when you heard his voice again and stopped in your tracks.

"It might not be a good idea to pass through that street at this time of night."

You turned around, he was watching you with his hands in his pockets, you laughed hysterically.

"Anyway, what worse could happen to me today?"

He bowed his head slightly and walked a few steps towards you. You didn't back away, you were with a stranger on this street but you didn't have the strength to care.

"I was just warning you, you seem to be in a bad situation already, we wouldn't want them to take advantage of that, would we?"

You laughed, not because it was funny, you were tired, and this guy you didn't know cared about you?

"So? Like I said, I can't be in a worse situation, I can't trust your word either, who knows, maybe after you gain my trust, you'll try to take me to bed too."

He frowned, looking at a tear that was streaming down your cheek. You were definitely not in a good state, and he wasn't planning on leaving you like that.

"I don't know how you've gotten men into your life, but I suggest you don't lump everyone together.You're here all alone, you look weak and tired, if I wanted to take you to bed I'd do it now."

You kept quiet, you had nothing to say, you sat on the pavement, your high heels were starting to hurt your feet. You turned to him as he sat down next to you.

"I'm Y/n."

He looked at your outstretched hand and laughed, he reached out his hand which was bigger than yours and shook it, you just realized how cold your hands were at that moment.He had a warm hand unlike yours.

"Park Jisung."

'Jisung' you repeated that name in your head.

"Are you planning on sitting here quietly?"

You grinned and glanced at him.

"You expect me to tell you? I don't have anything else to do though, do I?"

You took a deep breath, watching the couple pass in front of you, smiling as they walked hand in hand.

"I don't know if it's my bad luck or my fate, but all the men in my life have tried to use me. They're all the same, stupid teenagers, all they think about is sex."

He put his hands behind his back and tilted his head up in thought. You watched him, his adam's apple moving as he swallowed. He caught your gaze and spoke.

"Aren't you young? Don't expect anything else from boys your age, we men mature late, unlike you girls.Either don't take anyone in your life for a long time, or forget about men your age and try people a few years older."

You thought about it, you hadn't thought about being with someone older than your age. You watched the man next to you, he was obviously older than you. He stood out with his suit and face. He smiled when he realized she was watching him.

"Like what you see?"

You turned your head away in embarrassment.

"No. You're just standing here in a suit. Where do you come from?"

Now he was the one who took a deep breath.

"I was at a party with my friends but I got bored quickly, it seems like those kinds of places are not for me, I prefer to stay here quietly and alone, until you come."

You rolled your eyes laughing when he said the last sentence with a laugh, he grabbed your wrist as you were about to stand up, you looked at where he was holding you, he wasn't harsh, but when he noticed your look he quickly pulled his hand away.

"Oh sorry. I was just kidding, it's nice to have someone to talk to."

You sat down.You looked at each other, an awkward silence taking over you. The wind caressed your hair,he brushed the few strands that had fallen into your face.You flinched when you felt his fingertips on your cheek, he quickly pulled his hand away.You were letting a guy you just met get close to you like that, maybe that's why you always experience the same things, but this guy named Jisung... He had awakened different things in you.

"You might as well go home now."

"What is it? You don't want me with you?"

He paused, trying to find the right words, you laughed and standing up.

"Just kidding, I know what you mean."

He stood up with you, you looked at him, noticing the difference in his gaze. You looked away as his eyes looked into yours without fear, what was happening to you?

"Well...See you then?"

"Wait!"

You stopped as you turned around, he cleared his throat and spoke.

"It might be unsafe there, don't go alone, do you want me to come with you?"

You didn't know what to say, you didn't want to say no, you liked talking to him even a little, After some thought you nodded your head.

──────────────────────

A few minutes had passed, you were walking towards your house, talking about your own lives.

"So you don't have anyone in your life? Really?"

You looked at him in disbelief, well he was handsome, you didn't know him but from what you knew he seemed like a kind person. How could someone like him live alone?

"Yes, it was my choice, but you never know who fate will bring to me. Just like it brought you."

You turned your head to the road when he said this with a smile, looking into your eyes. Damn, you shouldn't have been fooled so easily, but every sentence he said sounded so real and beautiful. When you finally arrived in front of your house, you turned to him.

"Thank you for coming with me."

"It's not even worth mentioning. I'd feel bad if I didn't do this, just take care of yourself, okay?"

You pressed your lips together and nodded in affirmation, talking before walking in.

"Good night."

"Good night Y/n"

Hearing your name on his lips made you shiver and soon you were inside your house.

──────────────────────

The rest of the week went by normally, you hadn't even left the house. You tried not to think about Jisung when your mind thought about him most of the time.It happened and it was over, there was no point in thinking about it anymore. But your mind was playing tricks on you and you cursed when you thought his face.

You threw yourself out of the house, you obviously needed to clear your head. You went into the cafe near your house, ordered your coffee and sat down. While you were busy with your phone and waiting for your coffee, the tall figure standing in front of you caught your attention

"Was this place empty, little lady?"

The voice you heard sent shivers down your spine. You laughed at the encounter with him at the cafe you came to not think about him, you wet your dry lips and nodded your head.

"Yes, it's empty."

He came across from you and sat down. When your coffee arrived, you took a sip and tried to calm down. Seeing him again made your heart beat faster, and you hated this feeling already.

"I hope you're...okay now?"

He placed his arms on the table and leaned towards you slightly, you swallowed nervously and turned your head away.

"I'm fine, thanks for your concern."

He smiled at your shyness, damn even his smile was pretty.

"Why did you come?"

"What do you mean?"

He frowned at your sudden reaction, well that was the last reaction he expected but he could understand.

"I was worried about you, you seemed really sad that day, and you...well, you've been on my mind for a while. I was wondering if you were okay now. And when I saw you here I wanted to come and make sure."

You listened to him as your eyes widened in surprise, meaning you weren’t the only one thinking about him. The thought of someone caring about you brought up strange feelings inside you.

"I see. I'm fine, I guess I shouldn't let anyone into my life for a long time like you said."

He coughed as he drank his drink, pulling himself together and looking at you as you looked at him curiously.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah yeah I just-"

He took a sip of his drink and took a deep breath before speaking.

"I mean, I didn't think you would make a decision like that."

"Well? You're the one who told me that."

He was the one who avoided your gaze, you frowned, was he embarrassed of you? You couldn't help but giggle at how cute he looked, he turned to you when he heard your laugh.

"Okay Jisung, maybe I should try the other thing you suggested to me."

You couldn't help but smile as you saw a small expression of happiness on his face. He hid his smile and tried to remain serious.

"I didn't say that, but it's your decision."

You continued to smile as you took a sip from your drink.

"Hmm...Yeah, definitely."

You looked at him when the silence intervened, you bit your lip involuntarily when you realized he was watching you, his eyes fell on your lips and he tried to collect himself by looking away.

"So...now, would you like to come somewhere else with me?"

"So...A date?"

He smiled as he looked away from you.

"Yes, yes, a date. I mean if you want?"

You stood up, he watched you, you turned to him and pointed to the exit.

"Let's go then, there's no point in waiting."

[palenutbasement]

(all scenes are depicted as platonic)

So every Inktober I try to do something more challenging, and this year I thought I would make a short comic/fanfic. I think I got the idea for this one a year ago but I was already wrapped up with another Inktober. Eventually I solidified the idea by making my own prompt list some time ago.

This comic is split into three parts with 10 days focusing on each of them, 30 in total, everything is compiled here. I wanted to post them after October in case I wanted to change anything.

This first part takes place in the summit.

The comic is basically all improvised, that means no planning for the composition, plot, or sketching any drawings. The most planning I did was write a few scripts ahead of time within the month to save me some time but most of them would be changed last minute anyways.

As for the plot, I won't go too deep into it because I don't want to talk too much, so you'll just find commentary on the making of the comic and stuff.

This first part is a little gimmick-y compared to the next two, with new elements appearing almost every day. It’s because I relied a lot on the prompts (dog, milk, etc.) to keep things happening, eventually I move further away from them.

What is surprising to me is how much the art changes as the days go by especially within the span of one month. I did refine a few things to keep it more consistent but this is nearly indistinguishable from the original drawings.

I should also mention that my favourite aspect of this project was adding references to the game and subtle details (if you can find it all, awesome!!) This may have been done quickly but I like to have those things and put at least a bit of effort into the dialogue.

Part 2

Eventually I figured that drawing the same setting for 30 days straight would drive me insane, hence why this comic is split like it is. I’m glad I did because it makes the story a little more interesting, seeing the characters have different attitudes in different places and whatnot.

This one takes place in the cave directly after pt 1. Admittedly I do better drawing outdoor settings, it's what I'm used to, but the cave wasn't so bad to figure out.

I remember these two days I was streaming drawing the comic to my friends, so I kinda zoned out while we were talking lol

One of the prompts was about napping, so I made Dwarf sleep. I believe I was tired that day too and it was therapeutic to draw and include that. Also they look cute, I think.

18 & 19 have some of my favourite drawings in the comic. The campfire lighting is what we'd get if I had a bit more energy each day, and I like the perspective in the first panel of 19.

I find this last section interesting, because of all the 30 days, it’s the only one in Dwarf’s POV. I felt like it was fitting to do something like that at the time.

Part 3

Since we were approaching Halloween, I wanted to have a special part for it. It’s related to the other two parts but it takes place some time after. I’m really sorry it’s out of season, if it were up to me I would have had this post out earlier (thank my midterms for the delay)

Out of all the other parts this one is my favourite. Maybe because it’s more recent I’m inclined to think that way but it has some of my fave moments that I've written here.

Other than that I don't have much commentary for this part. More thoughts at the end!

I was caught up everyday atp, but I didn’t have much spare time to prepare for the ending (I wrote it the morning of that day). I think this is a decent conclusion though.

I intend on coming back to this story, maybe next year to make a continuation but we'll see what happens. There are definitely things that I want to come back to someday.

Thank you for making it this far btw. It's been an eventful month for me beyond this (Untitled) comic, but there wasn't a single aspect of this that I didn't enjoy doing. It's a silly project and I care about it.

Also, I'm not going to neglect the 31st of October! That day will get an illustration, where I will pick my favourite panel and redraw it. I want to take my time with this one so it's not out yet, but hopefully I can finish by Christmas.

[koolades-world]

Congrats on 2k!

Could you maybe do prompt number seven with Belphie, but instead he's the one wearing MC's shirt rather than MC being the one wearing his? (I know people always assume MC's smaller than all of them, but just let me have this 😞🙏 /hj)

I mean, I don't really know what the prompt could indicate, so I thought I should clarify

thank you! yes of course i can!

since i got two asmo ones for this prompt too, i almost spun one to be asmo wearing mcs shirt, but then i saw this request! you read my mind haha

i'm glad this prompt is well liked because it's gotta be one of my favorites

not sure what my upcoming posting schedule will be either because i just downloaded wuthering waves and my man's (jiyan) banner is about to go away since i didn't start on launch. he goes away in three days. i must have him.

enjoy <3

prompt 7 w/ Belphie

Another day was finally over. It’d been fun, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t long. You had a day out with friends from breakfast, to a movie, then to someone else’s house where you spent the rest of your day hanging out. You hadn’t spent much time with them recently, and you felt as if was much needed catch up time. But, you couldn’t deny how tired you were now that the adrenaline had died down.

You were eager to get home and rest. But, the lounging clothing you’d laid out on your bed was missing. Well, half missing. The pants were exactly where’d you left them, but your shirt was nowhere to be seen. So the hunt for it began. Usually, you’d let it go but it was your last lounge shirt and considering you were currently waiting in the line to do your laundry, you didn’t have a choice.

You started in Mammon’s room. He wasn’t there, so you searched all the usual places he would hide things he snatched from you. While you were searching, he walked in on you rifling through his closet. Once you told him, he vehimently denied, but did suggest you text the group chat asking if anyone else had seen it. You thought it was a pretty good idea, but wanted to check a few more places first, in case it was in plain sight.

Next, you made your way to Levi’s room. It probably wasn’t in there, but if you wanted to ask him, you’d have to go in person. He was too busy playing his games to answer any text messages. After giving the secret knock and password, he opened the door for you. He was happy to see you and asked if you were up to play something with him tonight. However, once you informed him of your situation, he told you he hadn’t seen it, which you kind figured. Both of you knew he hadn’t left his room today. With that, you told him you would love to do something with him later, but you had to continue your search.

You decided to check one more place before you sent out the text. You knew Beel would be in his room because you’d arrived home at around the same time as you and he’d told you he’d be there after his shower. You made sure to knock, and after he opened the door, you asked if he’d seen your shirt. Unfortunately, he says he hadn’t and asked if he could help in any way. You thanked him for his kind offer, and just asked him to keep an eye out for it. With that information, you left and went back to your room.

Since it was your last resort, you sent a message to the group chat, simply asking if anyone had seen it. Everyone reponsed pretty quickly, save for Levi and Belphie. You’d already talked with Levi, and you knew he hadn’t seen it. Belphie, however, you hadn’t seen. He must’ve been asleep somewhere. Not in his own bed, at least. Since you didn’t have anything to wear, you decided to get something small to eat while you mulled over what to do. You could always borrow something from one of the brothers, but you were a little afraid you’d start a war if the other brothers found out you picked someone else. But, you weren’t about to wear any of your any day clothes to bed.

As you grabbed a bag of chips from the pantry and settled in a seat at the kitchen island to think about your next move, Belphie walked in. He had his cow pillow as usual and a blanket that had been a gift from his twin draped around his shoulders. “Mc. You’re back.” He sat next to you and set his head on your shoulder.

“Hey, Belphie. How was your day?” He looked very comfortable, and the way he dragged himself to your side basically answered the question.

“I had a great nap outside today. Beel went out for a hike and carried me on his back. We spent some time at the top of nice hill in some shade. It was great,” he sleepily recalled.

“Glad to hear you had a good day. My day wasn’t nearly as relaxed, but I still enjoyed it.” You unclipped the bag of chips and began munching.

“I was just about to ask how that went.” He looked intrigued at what you were eating, so you turned the bag around so he could see the label.

“Yeah, it was super fun. I won’t like though, I’m tired and I’m not even sure I can stay awake for dinner.” Belphie reached around you to grab a chip. When he did so though, you got a better glimpse at what he was wearing. He had on some slouchy, comfy looking pajama pants, and an awfully familiar shirt. Just the one you’d been searching for. “Belphie, is that my shirt?” You struggled to contain your giggles. You couldn’t believe he’d just had it all along.

“It’s very soft. And I missed you. So I just borrowed it,” he stated matter-of-factly.

“You’re adorable, you know that?” You gave him a quick kiss on the top of his head, much to his delight.

“So, if I borrow your things more often, I get more kisses?” He gazed up at you mischievously.

“As long as you promise to return them. I do need that back today though. Any other time I wouldn’t care, but that’s my last shirt.” With your statement, he shrugged the blanket off his shoulders and moved to remove the shirt. Slightly alarmed, you placed your hands on his shoulders to stop him. “Not right here!” He chuckled at your exclamation.

“Well, you didn’t specify.” He was such a little shit and he knew it. But, he also knew he could get away with it.

“If you’re so eager to take it off, let’s go to my room or something.” It was your turn to laugh.

“What are we waiting for them?” With the most energy you’d seen out of him in the past week, he grabbed your hand and effectively dragged you after him. You had a soft spot for him, and you both knew that. You loved this cheeky, mischievous demon with all your heart. He loved you back to. He always looked at you with a caring, soft gaze that was reserved for you and you alone. How lucky were the both of you.

[randomshyperson]

Borderlines - Wanda Maximoff Oneshots

Summary: Wanda and the borderlines of healthy in her relationships.

Warnings: Implied Cheating, Toxics behaviors, High School, secret dating, implied smut (no description), mild angst. | Words: 1.016k

A/N-> I just forgot I had ones ready in my drive. Just loose ideas transformed into small works, enjoy! I'll try to upload once a week.

General Masterlist | AO3 | Wattpad

--//--

"I'm tired of your games. To be frank, I am tired of you."

Dial this number?

This phone is not receiving calls at the moment, please leave a message after-

With a weary sigh, Wanda threw the device away, one hand covering her face as she normalized her breathing.

Don't cry. Don't cry.

A sob ripped through her throat, and Wanda got to her feet, frantically moving around the room. She collected in record time every little thing of yours that was still lying around the bedroom.

She had a box full when she finished, and a face wet with tears. She ignored her twin's worried question about her state, heading downstairs toward the garage, where as soon as she reached the car, she tossed the box into the passenger seat.

The way to your apartment was made at high speed, but Wanda couldn't worry about future traffic tickets now.

She arrived at a crowded place, used to the always busy condo of other residents. Some of them recognized her, and this only made Wanda feel even more nauseous. The box weighed heavier in her arms.

She pressed the doorbell impatiently many times, until your figure appeared with a towel in her hair, worry dissipating into irritation as soon as she recognized the figure on the other end.

"Jesus, Wanda, what the hell are you doing here?"

Suddenly, all rehearsed speech faded from her mind. Wanda noticed many things at once, easily overwhelmed by the smell of post-bath, and the amount of skin exposed by your pajamas. 

Her throat went dry. 

"I-I..."

You grimaced at the box. "Oh, I get it." And you looked suddenly very sad. Your hands grabbed the item away from her, and Wanda didn't have the strength to resist. She clenched her fists at the side of her body, wanting to scream without being able to form any coherent sentence to say. "If that was all it was, please go away."

The tears were back, burning behind her eyes. But this time, you had a pair too, and this gave Wanda the courage to approach. The box bumped against her stomach, and your back against the door.

"Please, just-"

You looked away. "You've said everything, Wanda. Did you forget? Yesterday, to those jerk friends of yours. I don't mean anything, so stop pretending."

"You got it all wrong-"

A hoarse laugh made her shudder. "Right, on top of everything else, I'm also dumb." You sneered, the box pushing her a few inches away as you moved the item inside, placing it on the floor. Wanda denied it, shaking her head in desperation to clear up the misunderstanding, but you put your hands on her shoulders to push her out. "I don't want to talk to you. I don't even want to see you. Go away, the least you can do is leave me alone after everything!"

She let herself be pushed out, but as soon as you made mention of moving away, her hands grabbed your wrists, holding you in place.

"Please, let me explain, Vis and I have been distant, he shouldn't be back home yet and I didn't know how to tell you-"

"I don't want to hear about it!" You squirmed, sobbing, giving a tug to free yourself from the grip. Wanda was crying too - As in her, all the moments of the past few weeks were passing in your mind. Unlike Wanda, now that you knew the truth, everything carried the idea that it was a lie. An act, a distraction. You hearing Wanda try to dispel her friends' suspicions by saying you were just a party friend, a summer fling, made everything worse. "Go away or I'll call the police."

Wanda shook her head. "I didn't know how to tell you, but everything I said was true. I'm in love with you, I want to go to NYU with you-"

"Wanda, stop!" You pulled away, crying so hard that Wanda despaired. Your escape back into the apartment made her follow you, closing the door behind her and coming closer until she could hold you again, as she had done so many times in the last few weeks, in this very room. 

"I swear, detka, I swear I love you..." She assured, repeating several times until your crying subsided in her arms. She wiped your tears away, kissing your cheeks, repeating the same words like a mantra until you relaxed and responded back. Surrendering to her, as always.

Wanda is not sure who initiated the kiss, but most likely it was her. Soft at first, so as not to scare you off, but then firm and sensual, with tongue. You gasped, cheeks burning as your lower belly, and Wanda wasted no time in clutching at your thin clothes, pulling them off without tenderness.

You muttered something about your colleagues, apartment rules she should know by now, and that was the only deterrent to Wanda's taking you across the living room floor. She dragged you back into the bedroom, pushed you onto the bed, and climbed on top of you.

And she stayed and remained until the tears in your eyes were of pleasure, the whimpers were pleas for more. More from her fingers, from her mouth.

You always slept when she was rough like this. Wanda took immense satisfaction in watching you sleep, but shortly after covering you with a bed sheet, she got up to check the vibrating cell phone in her pants lying on the floor.

Vision sent her a message. The celebratory caption announced that the two of them were going to the same college they had planned for so long. She bit the inside of her cheek, typing that she was very happy for him and then that she needed some time.

She deleted the last part.

"Wan?"

Your sleepy voice made her look away from her cell phone. You gave her a tired smile, of one who was exhausted after coming so many times. Deliciously worn out. "Come back to bed."

She nodded. She forgot to answer any messages, her full attention on you.

[eth4nsknife]

₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ ﾟ. friday night. [jack champion x reader]

── "thank you, my love."

∘₊✧──────✧₊∘

summary: with jack’s busy filming schedule, it was hard for you and him to spend time together. you missed his cute brown curls, his soft cuddles, his perfect smile. you missed him. but you had a great idea.

warnings: none, just fluff! 💞

a/n: this is my first time doing this so i'm sorry if it's bad or contains any errors 😅

jack’s phone buzzed in his pocket. his face lit up when he saw your name show up on the screen. he picked it up on the first ring. 

“hi, my love!” he exclaimed. 

“hey! how are you?”

“i’m doing great because you called” he said gleefully

you blushed and let out a giggle at his comment. “you’re so adorable. are you busy right now? i have something in mind for us.”

“i’m free for like..” he paused. “2 minutes.” he chuckled awkwardly. “tell me what you’re thinking about.”

“that’s alright. ok so i know you’re pretty busy nowdays and i barely see you, which i really hate because i miss your dorky face.”

he chuckled.

“sooo how about this friday night, we just stay at home and watch our favorite movies or something? we can take turns picking. i could buy your favorite snacks and candies, maybe we could have some popcorn—“

“i’d love to” he said softly. he did a little happy dance until he heard someone call his name. “aw i got to go, love. i wish i could talk to you more.”

“it’s ok! you’re busy i get it. i’m so excited for friday.” you smiled widely. ”alright, i’ll let you go. love you! text me when you can alright?” you blew kisses to the phone.

“love you more. i promise i’ll text you. bye!” he said as he hung up. although he was sad that he had to go, jack loved hearing your voice even if it was just for a second.

——— ——— 

you had just finished setting up when you heard the rhythimic knock that jack made up when you guys first started dating on your apartment door. you jumped up with joy and ran to the door. as soon as you opened it, you jumped into his arms. 

“i missed you so much, sweetheart.” you mumbled. he lowered his arms to wrap them around your waist and squezzed you tight. 

“me too, love” he kissed the top of your head and you smiled softly.

“cmon let’s go! close your eyes though, alright?” you said as you grabbed his hand and pulled him inside. 

“wait w—“ but before he could finish, you covered his eyes with your hand as you guided him to the living room. slowly removing your hand, jack opened his eyes and gasped at the room. fairy lights hung across the ceiling and around the tv. his favorite snacks and candies placed carefully and neatly in a tray. a blanket fort in the middle with a ton of pillows inside. 

“lately you’ve been working non stop and i know you’re super tired, so i figured you needed a break.” you blushed. jack picked you up and gave you a huge kiss on your lips. 

“i don’t even know what to say. thank you so much, y/n.” he kisses you all over your face, which tickles you. 

“j-jack stop!!” you say while you bust out laughing. 

he puts you down and he gives you one more kiss before you let go and run to your room. you return with a cute pair of matching hello kitty pjs. 

“look what i bought us..” you smile mischivelousy. 

jack sighed and said “i’ll wear it just for you.” you jump up in joy, run up to him and hand him the pjs. 

“go change out of your dirty clothes.” you giggle as you walk to your room

—————— 

after you both changed into your pjs, you sit down in the fort and choose a movie to watch. “i’ll let you pick a movie first” you say. 

“you sure? you should pick since you’re the one who planned all this.”

“you’re the guest of honor though” you said. he paused for a moment, then let out a big sigh and shook his head. “finee.” he took the remote from your hands and searched for something to watch.

after about 10 minutes or so, jack finally picked a movie. star wars. you placed your head on his shoulder while he was munching on some snacks with one hand, and holding on to your waist with the other. he started rambling about star wars lore for almost half the movie, but you weren’t complaning. you loved when he rambled. you thought it was cute.

“y/n?” jack said as he turned his head towards you. you didn’t even realize that you had fallen asleep. “oh i’m sorry” you mumbled as you rubbed your eyes. you felt so bad for falling asleep on him like that. “no no, don’t be sorry love. you must be tired after doing all this.” he cupped his hands on your cheeks. “thank you for everything. i loved it” he gave you a soft smile and kissed your forehead. he layed your head on his lap, and you slowly drifted off to sleep. 

“i love you forever and always, y/n.”

∘₊✧──────✧₊∘

THIS WAS SO BAD OMG 😭

[totothewolff]

Season of Love (1/?)

+18 | Toto x reader fem!teamprincipal, romance, comedy, and some good drama.

Summary: One night on a pier in Monaco, while admiring the sea under the night skies, you tell Toto: "I came to the conclusion that love is simply not meant for me." That's the answer to a question you have been asking yourself for the longest time. But what if he proved you wrong? Author's note: Hi, fam! I'm nervous since this is my very first fanfic. I have been following this tag for a while now, and I got so inspired by all the talent here that I went and wrote my own story. Please be kind to me. English is my second language. I will upload chapters regularly - using this hashtag and on #seasonoflovefic. I have been dealing with anxiety the entire year; writing this has been part of my healing process. I hope you like it. By the way, this story is fun and light-spirited.

< Masterlist | Next chapter >

Dances with Wolff Arc Chapter 1: Engines on and hearts off!

Bahrain

It is a hot and sunny day in Bahrain. Golden hour is set, and every single person in the paddock seems to be in a rush. It is the usual chaos every pre-season brings.

Toto makes his way through the sea of people, cables, tire carts, and cameras at his regular pace - which means those toned and long legs going full speed - rocking this year's Mercedes kit and a new pair of designer sunglasses, phone in hand when it buzzes.

—Breaking news: After lengthy negotiations during the break, the De Vos Group acquired Williams Racing - as speculated. New female owner Y/N De Vos will be joining the paddock this season. The team's principal will soon be announced. Check our exclusive first look with her.

Toto reads on his iPhone after tapping the Sky Sports push notification, slowing his pace a second. He raises an eyebrow and gazes around, noticing many people in the packed pitlane doing the same, slowing the frenzy on the floor for a close bit. 

He reaches out for his pockets and puts on the Bose earbuds before hitting the play button. Curiosity is overpowering him - and, honestly, excitement, too - as he looks at the preview thumbnail. A stunning, tan-skinned woman with great, shiny hair and a beautiful smile appears in front of the microphone with a smug smirk.

—God, she's gorgeous —Toto lets out to himself. Continuing his way to the Mercedes garage. This year, it is located one spot before Williams and following Ferrari's.

Finally, something exciting, someone new. After years of dominating the game, trying not to sound too egomaniac, every season starts to feel like routine to him. Toto is hitting a personal low, avoiding calling it what it is: depression mixed with boredom, especially this season and at this moment in his life. Same old tracks, same old challenges, same old people, same old ways, same old Toto.

You answer the interviewer's questions with ease. You are very well-spoken in his eyes like you are used to doing press or public speaking, and you have a cheeky sense of humor. Toto gets captivated, to say the least. He puts his phone into his back pocket and continues walking while listening to your interview, muffling the paddock's noise.

You have a soft voice, a professional speech pattern, and excellent enunciation, reinforcing Toto's idea of you being trained at it. He detects some accent but can't figure out where it is from. He listens to the whole thing; it's impossible for him not to sigh at the stupid questions they ask you a couple of times. The more Toto listens, the more questions he has for you in his mind. He may get them answers later when he finally meets you.

So far, you seem like a breeze of fresh air, and Toto is desperate to breathe you.

And yeah, no question Williams looks different. Toto, as usual, ventures to inspect more than he should - and is allowed to - taking a good peek at your brand-new garage. Knowing quite well, he also is hoping to spot you in person.

The garage looks tech and minimalistic, matching your new modern W logo. Whites, blacks, and touches of grey colors predominated. The lighting, screens, and interior design look so futuristic, expensive, and dope; it's a whole vibe. It is a sexy garage! A phrase he never imagined using. What F1 has done to a man?

Toto can feel the desperate modernity Williams once needed and the resources. Of course, he knew firsthand the Williams family was looking to sell after years of struggling to win races and its economics. Toto remained neutral throughout the process, informed but not too involved. He had felt a little indifferent about the entire ordeal till now. 

He hopes not to sound insensitive. Of course, he has a special place in his heart for that team and its people, he first started there, but the businessman side of him knows it is the right call and best for them. Of course, it's sad, but that is the game: evolve or die.

He knows his investment is in good hands because last he had heard, and in Niki's words, it got acquired by a Belgian zillionaire, and Niki reassured him it was a perfect choice. He was respectable and trustworthy, and Toto didn't need to know more. But this sudden change - and announcement - took him a bit by surprise. Little did he know.

-

Gossip and theories fill the paddock. Supporters and haters - already - are all over social media, typing divided opinions as usual. It is the talk of the town, and you, you are the center of it at this point; there is more to come.

Toto greets his team on his way to his chair, already inside Merc's garage after doing his little on-site research. A couple of pats on the back and hugs later, he makes himself comfortable in his spot while catching up with Bono. 

Just as Toto is about to place the headphones on his head, the corner of his eyes caught Samanta, better known as "Sam" - a beautiful, thin, young, pale-skin, platinum blondie - Niki's assistant, hugging you goodbye and walking towards him. 

You wave Niki hello from afar and on your way to the W garage.

For the briefest moment, Toto's eyes and yours met. You are more petite than he expects. And you dress very classy and minimal but with a sexy touch. You match the new identity of Williams, or well, Williams matches your style. The Jacquemus "La robe saudade" dress you wear hugs your curves, accentuating your beautiful toned legs and great ass. He couldn't avoid staring you down as you walked past. Sometimes, he was just a simple man.

Toto suddenly feels the Arabic heat rushing through his body.

—Getting up close with the enemy, tearing down its walls, I like your style, evil as I would expect from you —he says to Sam, now next to him, as she takes off her access badge and picks up her tablet from a drawer.

—Bok, dumb. No bad blood! Just a friendly welcome to this testosterone hell, you know, girls being supportive of one another. I'm pretty sure you will like her, and judging by that look you just gave her, I guess you already.

—Začepi, dumber —Toto answers in his usual authoritarian and collected deep voice, but jokingly. He feels his cheeks turning red. —Spill how, when…

—We were roomies a long time ago. I adore her, she's great, strong, intelligent, kind, fun, and so damn hot. That's all you need to know for now, and that's all I'm telling you.

Sam is the youngest daughter of the Dobrev heirs, a very wealthy and old-money Croatian - almost royal - family who owns multiple fleets and half the country, like filthy rich. They are famous for being all platinum blondes, having many scandals, and investing in motor and water sports. They are one of the main Mercedes-AMG sponsors. 

As far as Toto knows, Sam doesn't have the best relationship with her family and dislikes talking about it, but he knows she cares a lot about her elder brother, to whom Toto hears her speak on the phone now and then.

After years and years of working and traveling the world together, Sam lets her walls down with Toto, becoming great friends and this sort of family away from family, although she remains pretty reserved on some subjects. He loves her like a little sister. She is pretty younger than him and sometimes reminds him of his own sister. Niki always describes them two as his annoying children, always teasing and bickering at each other when possible. The old man cares so much for them personally and at work, and they do, too.

Toto wonders if by "old roomie" she means ex-girlfriend? He has met some of Samanta's "roomies," and… Toto doesn't feel like pushing. He wonders if you may have someone... You know... As team principal, he has to learn about other teams' dynamics, right?

He tosses the thought off and gets in the zone. They have another title to win.

-

You hug Samanta goodbye and take a glance at the Merc garage. Sam is family to you, and you heard so much about them and F1 over the years, ever since she moved out of the Manor after having that massive fight with her parents and started working for Mercedes-AMG, swearing to make a living of her own and never needing them EVER again, a bit over dramatic reaction but that who Sam is and you love her that way. 

She is also your bestie; you two text each other daily. Thanks to her, you knew everything about everyone in the paddock: the good and bad, scandals, and more. Yet they knew nothing about you. For them, you are brand new and the perfect excuse to gossip about.

And there he is, Torger Christian Wolff, the guy Sam couldn't stop gushing you about. Damn, she is right, Toto is gorgeous. You would feel slightly jealous of their closeness if he wasn't Sam's cup of tea. But you can't get distracted; you have a purpose for being there, and nothing will get in the middle. Even if you are dying to meet him, even if you treasure every detail you know about Toto, even if you have been fantasizing about him for the longest time, not to mention being half in love with the man already or the idea of him. Sam made him sound like such a remarkable and caring human being. 

Niki waves hello to you from afar, and you wave back. You adore that old man. He is one of the reasons why the Williams family agreed to sell you the team. Without his support, it wouldn't have been possible.

You met Niki two winters ago; thanks to Sam, you explained to him your motives and why you wanted to buy a team, and he fully agreed to support you and mentor you throughout the whole process. He is a badass and one of the kindest people you have ever met. You immediately felt embraced by the Laudas. Along with Sam, they are among the very few people who know your entire story and genuinely know you, the real you. 

Back to the present day. You feel Toto's dark eyes set on you and can't resist ignoring them even if your life depends on it, so you look back at him. For the briefest moment, your eyes met. The desert is too hot, isn't it? Uff, what's going on with this heat? Damn you global warming! 

So you better hurry yourself away before it is too late and you dare to get closer to him. You reach your new team's garage at the speed of light, so it is fittable for the place you are at. It feels weird saying "your" so much. 

Everything is so different from the world you are used to, but you don't feel nervous. You are a woman on a mission, and after all you have gone through in life, you are not that kind of girl. You bear a challenge.

You greet your team. —He hasn't arrived yet? —you ask the aero performance engineer while he is placing green and yellow dots on the left side of the new car. You reached close to inspect the latest upgrades.

The car is beautiful, matte black with a powerful Lamborghini engine. They are your main sponsor and partner and the only one, which is insanely impressive. No million logos, no visual noise - it is something to see due to F1 budgets. 

Commotion and gasps come from the outside. While you ask the engineer that question, a frenzy starts in the front of the garages. You watch camerapersons and fans pass by, running crazy. Total mayhem.

Oh, there he is.

-

Toto's phone buzzes again - in the middle of that circus - "Breaking news; The legend is BACK. Michael Schumacher joins Williams as Team Principal, son Mick Schumacher, and the sensation of the moment, female driver Millie Dobrev joins him along as drivers."

The FIA, in its many attempts to be perceived as "forward" or "woke," has allowed for the first time mixed-gender racing, starting this season - about damn time! Millie is one of the top female drivers and the youngest, achieving a lot at a young age and becoming a serious threat to everyone on her way. 

—Dobrev… Dobrev?! —Toto looks from the photo on his phone screen to Sam and back; a very young petite girl - with sun-kissed skin, short platinum blonde hair with pink ends and clear blue eyes, a round face with delicate features - poses in a pastel color outfit doing a Korean heart gesture with her hands, fingers full of expensive jewelry. —Care to explain?

—Yes, did I mention she's my dear niece? —Sam answers, deadpan.

—The fuck —Toto says —Are all blond Croatians your family? —Toto teases.

—Hilariously accurate —she laughs it off.

—Your niece?! You are like twelve, how old is she, two!? Can't believe you are an aunt already. I don't know what to do with that fact..."

Samanta rolls her eyes. "Thank my gross old uncle with a young trophy wife?" she thinks.

—So you keep secrets from me, huh? I thought ours was special.

—You give yourself too much importance. And yes, that's why my hair grew bigger during the break. It's full of secrets! —Sam replies. Swinging her long, straight locks.

—What??? —Toto doesn't get her Mean Girls reference.

—Sometimes I forget you are prehistoric, almost fossil.

They both fulminate each other with gazes in a classic and frequent stare-down. Then Sam proceeds to cross tasks on her tablet, slowly stepping away.

—Don't you dare run away from me! You have things to explain, missy.

—Sorry, I'm so busy right now, unlike you.

—I'm busy.

—No, you are not; you are trying to gossip!

—I'm always busy. I'm this team's principal, to remind you, so yes, I'm important, and maybe… maybe… I'm trying to gossip… a little bit —Toto gestures with his hand.

—Could you two stop?! —Niki calls it quits, half annoyed, half laughing, struggling to hear clearly what the tactics team is trying to tell him, turning around on his barstool and waving his hand at them.

Toto and Sam laugh softly, and Toto makes a small O with his mouth while Sam pretends to adjust her invisible tie before returning to business and being professional people doing professional tasks.

Toto looks once more at his phone screen. —Impressive —it's all he lets out. Toto can't wait. He can't wait.

-

It's been a long time since Michael set foot on the paddock, after years of being retired and living almost exclusively to recover - after his infamous accident - and trying to enjoy being a father and a husband when possible. He became this mythical figure that existed in F1 and people's minds but is nowhere to be seen, making him feel like a ghost. Nowadays, he is doing way better but was getting bored of being a recluse at home waiting for the right moment, for that one sign that make it all start over for him. 

And there she is, in front of him, doing a fake courtesy.

—Welcome back, Kaiser —you joke with him.

—Hi, boss! —Michael greets you with a thick German accent and sweet voice. —Sorry about that! —He pushes you aside as a photographer flashes photos. The lens almost hits you in the face while two other cameramen bump into each other. —Better if we go inside. There's lots to talk about and to get ready to start testing. This is bonkers! —he finishes saying, looking at the circus surrounding you two.

—Okay. Let's go then, Schumi —you reply to him.

You feel ready.

-

The testing goes out smoothly for Mercedes. There are just a few sensor improvements and small details to fix, but only a little to worry about. Lewis and George seem happy with their car's performance, and the team feels optimistic.

As for Toto, his day was stressful; he felt exhausted after many meetings and people asking him questions all day, demanding his attention at all times. The hours went at an alarming speed. Somehow, the day is done, but the amount of work has just started. He blinks and is dark already, and the chauffeur is now driving him to his suite in a high-end hotel.

Tomorrow is a crucial day for the team, and his schedule is full of press, too. So he needs a good night of beauty sleep; at the moment, he looks like trash and feels like it. Toto likes to keep it real. He loves the attention of being under the reflectors and calling the shots but still isn't a massive fan of media day.

Speaking of the devil, he takes out his phone and opens his news app. Toto relaxes in the big luxury car seat. He has bookmarked several sites that cover F1, his long, unhealthy habit. He likes to stay current, even if he has "briefing" and a person in charge of doing that.

Even though he doesn't want to feel like a stalker, he pretty much is acting like it. Toto refreshes the app to read the latest news about Williams and you. He learns all he can of you from the newly released press articles; there is little about your background, past, or in general; all he keeps reading appears to be PR-approved since it is constantly reprised on different platforms, which feels weird.

Google doesn't offer him much either, just a couple of articles with photos in which you appear in various charity events related to children's foundations. It is like you don't exist online.

Toto reads your most recent interview and Michael's, and you both appear in good spirits about your car performance. He hates losing but loves a good challenge. A good old-fashioned on-track battle. For a change.

-

The bellboy opens the suite's double doors for him and carries Toto's things inside. It is a massive entrance and makes him feel tiny in comparison. Toto notices a small LV suitcase in front of the large door, next to a big antique wooden carved table, in the middle of the foyer under the soft dim coming from a stunning Tiffany's chandelier, which lits the room and reflects on the exquisite tile walls. The Arabic architecture and interior design of the place are breathtaking.

It means Susie has stopped by. Their relationship is in a weird spot, in one of those hiccups they face occasionally after dating forever and from a very young age. Their relationship at the moment feels monotonous, and love is lacking, which is slowly killing him. He still loves her very much but could sense he is losing her. Especially since they started seeing each other less and less - although he wouldn't blame anyone who has to bear with his crazy schedule - they almost stopped texting and talking to each other, too, and sex is nonexistent. So many red flags.

—Hi, schatzi —Toto greets her.

—Hi, Toto —she gives him a quick kiss. —You look tired.

—I am, but I'm happy you are here —he says, wrapping his arms around her waist and resting his temple on hers. Soon after, he lifts Sussie from the ground into a tight hug. There is a clear height difference.

—I know. I'm happy to see you too, even if it's for a brief moment. I was hoping you got free sooner. Our jet has permission to take off in an hour exactly.

—I'm sorry, today was crazy —Toto apologizes.

—I can imagine. I tried to communicate with you earlier, but it was impossible to reach you; it was almost like you were avoiding me.

God, she knows him so well. Yes, he has been avoiding her - although not today, he honestly had a crazy day - but since they had that awkward and hurtful conversation at their New Year's Eve reception at their house in Oxford. Not because he is angry at her or scared, he misses her a lot. It's just he has been unable to decide and come up with an answer to the situation.

—I wanted to clear things out between us before the start of the season. I'm aware that from now on, you only get busier and more challenging to reach, and my schedule this year is also insane, Sussie says.

—Yes, love. Tell me what you need?

—Your thoughts.

—On what? —Toto pretends to be confused and not get what she is referring to. 

—Come on, Torger. Would you like me to remind you of our last conversation at New Year's?

Silence.

The last time they saw each other in person was months ago. He panicked after that conversation and left for Austria, calling it a business trip and a visit to his sister to spend time with his nephews. She didn't follow him around. Because it was clear he was running away and needed time alone without her.

—So... as I mentioned to you that night... You wanted to try for children this year, and I let you know I didn't see that happening this year or any year. And that I have been feeling increasingly lonely since you spent most of your days away. Honestly, every day, we spend more time away from each other. My career keeps taking off, and I'm not raising children on my own amidst it! I can't even imagine the idea of being pregnant to start with! Plus, you said there's no way you are quitting your job, and I'm neither, so...

—I didn't say that. That's not how it went —Toto feels his head hurting now. He rubs his forehead, exasperated hearing Sussie's Director's Cut version of the events. "It went more like this: I don't get your full attention at all times like before, I'm not able to control you as I once did, and every time you ask me to spend time together, me traveling to you or you traveling to me, if it's not the way I want it I always come up with something to avoid it. Plus, I never mentioned to you before that I didn't want children, not once in the thousand times we discussed family and raising kids together, ah! And I always blame your job as the reason why things aren't working between us." That's how it happened, Toto thinks.

—The point is... —Sussie ignores him. Throwing him a look. —We didn't reach a middle ground but chose not to break things off immediately because none of us felt sure.

There is a pause and a big exhale from her. 

—That's why I suggested exploring having an open relationship. We would establish rules and limits. I know you are more traditional and don't envision this for us, but I wanted you to think about it and give it a chance, not to run away and avoid me after suggesting it. I don't want to hurt you. I don't want to be with someone else behind your back because I still love you, and I want us to work. I feel we both need someone who is present in our lives to touch us and hold us when we feel like it. 

Toto feels crushed. All he wants is to settle down, start a family, and become a good father - as his father was to him - he never expected Sussie to go in the opposite direction. His intention has never been to make her choose between a career or kids. This isn't the case. It is going to be a two-person job. Besides that, they have all the privileges, resources, and support to successfully achieve being both parents and having careers simultaneously. —This isn't the right moment for this conversation. I had an...

—It's never the right moment for you! Christ's sake, Toto! I..! —Sussie starts losing it and gets emotional. He can't avoid feeling miserable. Suddenly, Toto felt the day's weight on his shoulders and back, which was killing him now; he needed a soft mattress to lay down so desperately. He doesn't want to make the drama bigger.

—Okay, easy, love —he hugs her. —I will think about it and give you an answer this week.

—You promise? Won't you run away from it anymore?

—I promise. I won't.

—This week, Toto! —Sussie wipes her tears, hugs him once more, and kisses him goodbye. —Let me know.

—Yes, this week. I will.

She grabs her suitcase and exits through the doors. Toto drags himself to bed with the remains of his energy, tosses his phone on the wireless charger nightstand, and lets himself drop on the mattress, face down. As he drifts away, a new notification red dot appears in the news app.

Now, an open relationship looks like an acceptable idea.

He falls asleep.

-

The view from your suite is impressive. Bahrain's entire skyline of modern skyscrapers is lit under the night skies, and the desert surrounding it looks beautiful through the floor-to-ceiling panoramic windows. 

It isn't your first time in Western Asia, but your first time traveling so far from home on your own. This hotel is insanely expensive, and the suite is humongous for you by yourself. If you weren't so used to inhabiting a massive, almost empty Manor with you as your own company, you would have felt anxious in such an isolated, huge, and quiet space. 

It is already late at night to text Samanta and meet her to chat. You both have work tomorrow and need to rest. But you have so much to catch up on - since yesterday? - No, but seriously, a lot had happened during your first day at the paddock.

As you are relaxing in the bathtub - you chose a bath bomb made of sea salt soap and local herbs with delicious scents - you let your mind go through all the day's events. You can't stop thinking of that pair of dark eyes going all over your body. You wanted to do the same. You wanted to admire him all. 

You have created many scenarios of what it would be like to meet him. But it went so differently than what you pictured. He doesn't even know who you are or doesn't even care about you. You two could become friends in the future, but for now, your feelings for him are all over the place, and you don't wish to let your heart shatter, not again. Besides, he has Sussie - of course, you have no idea what those two are going through - and you, well, who would want to be with you and your whole "situation"? Your chances with him are zero minus a hundred.

You do your skincare routine before sending yourself to bed - for sure, you will be visiting the hotel's spa in the following days - already dreading tomorrow, a day full of meetings and interviews, you are slightly nervous about what the press is going to ask you, even if Michael does the heavy lifting for you in those matters, everyone seems so curious about you. 

You turn the lights off and pray for a good night of sleep, free of the frequent nightmares you experience.

-

The following day, the driver's parade happens inside walls, while all drivers gather together in a small meeting room - a very office-looking space with sad, white-empty walls, gray carpeting, and way too lit up. Cold lighting is the worst! No F1 glamor on sight - this is part of one of the new progressive and "brilliant" ideas from the FIA. 

Chaos is unleashed as everyone looks for a chair with their name tag.

—Did everyone see her? —Lando asks loudly to the entire room - filled at the moment just by drivers - He is sitting backward in his chair, on the front row, facing the rest. He is wearing his McLaren kit and cap, which is worn backward.

—Yes, we all did. Unless you live under a rock, you have missed that circus, but coming from you, it wouldn't surprise me —Checo answers, joking. 

Lando purposely ignores him and throws him a dirty look and a kiss. —Then, ladies… From 1 to 10, how hard would you bang her? Starting with you, Seb —he asks everyone.

—Seriously, mate? So… sexist… —Vettel answers.

—Come on, bee-guy. What? It's just friendly chit-chat among us drivers, as the FIA would love to remind us, "This meeting's purpose is to establish communications between all teams drivers, their principals, along with the FIA representatives to build relationships and sportsmanship among-"

—Stop reading from the sign, idiot —Carlos says, following Lando's gaze to the sad poster pin crooked on the open door.

—Fine, but let's be honest here: she's the most exciting thing to happen to us in a while, not to mention the most recent. It's not like we are going to admire new guy Yuki's hips. All here have excellent vision, and she looked so FINE like you pervs didn't notice.

—Speak for yourself —Pierre answers jokingly, coming through on his way to his chair, passing in front of Lando in that reduced space, trying not to step on someone. Everyone laughs.

—She is so out of your league anyway; why bother? —Max mentions from the corner, sitting stretched out, his back against the wall, legs on top of the chair beside him. —And I agree with Pierre, Yuki's hips are immaculate, by the way.

—If someone cares, I think my vision is starting to fail me. I will need glasses soon —Nando jokes.

—Don't you worry, abuelo! It's just you getting even more ancient —Pato adds.

—I thought this meeting was for drivers? I mean real ones —Alonso jokes back.

—Oh, mate, low punch! I saw some of her interviews on telly; she is cheeky —George adds, drinking from a Merc bottle and standing near the door.

—Couldn't sound more British if you tried —Bottas adds. 

—He is your Royal Highness, Prince George —Lewis jokes.

—More like your Royal Ass-ness —Leclerc adds amidst laughs.

—I saw her interviews too! It's like Ricciardo got female, but was actually funny and hot —Lando replies.

—Fuck you, mate —Daniel answers, laughing. —You know, she could breastfeed you.

—I wouldn't mind —Lando kids, hitting Dani - sat beside him - on the ribs with his elbow. Today, he is set to act like a naughty boy.

—Lando!! —four drivers say in unison, in shock.

—You're so gross, mate, I swear —Lewis adds simultaneously, palm on his face, half laughing, half wanting to rip his own ears off.

—I'm pretty sure that would be so illegal. I don't want to go to jail, Mr. Officer! —you say, entering through the door. Everyone turns to look at you. You overhear that part of the conversation; it doesn't feel mean-spirit. Then Lando's face matches the red color on Charles' shirt as he slowly turns around on his chair and sits - the proper way - quiet and still. It's a hilarious scene.

—I'm not into minors, but I could change your diaper and read you some bedtime stories to make you fall asleep. "The Little Orange Tin" you would love —you joke to break off the tension.

Michael follows you inside, laughing under his breath. You two take your seats and start chatting casually, two places away. You are seated next to Lewis - to your right - and to an empty chair with no tag to your left by the end of the row. 

You are already a fan of Lewis. And again, you know so much about him because of Sam. Now, he is her favorite person on earth. You feel slightly hurt by that fact, but he sounds lovely, so honestly, it doesn't bother you.

—Hi, I'm Lewis —he offers you a fist bump.

—Hi, Lewis. I'm Y/N 

—How is F1 treating you? All good? —Sebastian asks you, popping out from Lewis's right. Both their attention to you. Heavens, those are some beautiful eyes. You can't figure out if they are green or blue, but you don't want to stare too long.

Sebastian's actual chair is next to Charles, some rows at the front, but he sits next to Lewis because he feels like it. Messing the order. An anarchist at heart.

—All good, thank you —you answer. —It's been chaotic, but I'm enjoying it. And I'm eager for the first race.

—Me too. I always miss driving during breaks —Lewis tells you.

—I agree —Seb adds. —It is the best feeling in the world, so it's hard to let go.

Then Millie enters the room - pink cat-ears headphones on, rocking the new Williams kit: A minimalistic stretchy sports jersey, a white tee with black seams, and the W logo in black print at the center of the chest. It is a fully fitted silhouette with a high neckline and short sleeves, paired with some sleek black sports slacks. 

Michael and you point Millie to the chair next to Michael - with her name tag - she gets there fast and takes off one side of her headphones.

—What up! —Millie greets. —Hi, Sebs!, Hi Lew! —she says extra sweetly and high-pitched tone, waving a hand while facing them. That girl is like a walking cartoon. She looks extra petite and young among those guys.

—Hi, Millie!!! —both of them answer in unison, with the same sweet-pitched tone. It's a cute moment.

Then, the room starts to fill up. And the FIA representative enters, meaning the meeting is about to begin.

A very rushed Mick gets in, also wearing the team's kit. Millie raises a hand and waves it, catching his attention. He moves very fast to his seat. And behind him enters Mattia and Toto, chatting with each other.

Holy shit. The fact that Toto would be there didn't cross your silly mind. And since Seb swapped chairs. The one where he sat belonged to Toto. So the chair next to you is empty and available for the Austrian. You see Mattia sit on the last free spot at the front, and Toto glances around, confused, till he spots the space to your side. You see him walk towards you almost in slow motion. And you set your mind to "if I pretend to not notice him, it means he's not there."

You sense him sitting only inches from you, his arm skin almost touching yours. While you keep your eyes locked straight ahead, point to the FIA guy without daring to move. He stretches while trying to adjust himself to a comfortable position. He is tall and muscular, and these chairs are a joke. His knee moves dangerously close to yours. For a moment, you see the inevitable contact coming. And your heartbeat starts to rise. But it doesn't happen. Damn, he smells so good! How on earth are you to get focus? 

And then the meeting begins.

The whole thing is lame. You and Lewis laugh several times at Seb's under-his-breath comments and jokes about what is happening right at the moment. The German has excellent timing and good puns and one-liners. Those two seem like besties, Lewis being the "serious" of the pair; go figure!

The open mic section starts and the FIA guy offers the microphone around. Lewis instantly and discreetly crosses an arm over Seb's hands, and Vettel raises his eyebrows. —Freedom of speech, much? —Sebastian jokes. 

—What are you going to ask? Seriously? —Lewis tells him.

—I have a genuine question!

—Why I don't believe you.

—Like why? You don't trust me?

—Oh, I do, but...

—But then... let me grab the mic.

Lewis lets out a sigh. Seb raises a hand, now free from Lewis's grip. And the microphone goes to him.

—Check, check —The entire room pays him attention. —Ahm, I have a question for you all.

—Yes, please, go ahead —The poor FIA guy looks overly excited that someone cares enough to say something. Most of them, not to say all of them, look forced to be there, bored, and by that point, so done with this meeting.

—Gentlemen, a short view back to the past. Thirty years ago, Niki... —The more he talks, the louder everyone laughs. Michael loses it. Sebastian recites the whole thing by heart.

What an icon.

The FIA guy couldn't look more confused.

You hear Toto's laugh for the first time; he has been sitting there quietly this entire time. You briefly and occasionally feel his gaze set on you, but you don't dare to turn, look, or talk to him. You know very well that any moment of weakness from you means your doom. Back to Toto's laugh. What is that heaven-sent sound? You want more. How can you get more? Can someone get addicted to a sound?

—Blimey, I knew it! —Lewis lets out, shaking his head and also smiling.

With that question, it is clear the meeting has ended.

As everyone is getting on their feet, you feel Toto purposely caressing his arm against yours as he gets on his feet and then walks to the exit without looking back at you. Your eyes follow him around till you lose sight. Sweet baby Jesus, those toned arms.

-

Race day arrives. 

The Sahkir circuit is a whole party, and the atmosphere is to the roof. All drivers get in position after the entourages move quickly out of the way. The chaos on the track dissipates within seconds. 

Then, after the formation lap, the red lights turn off, and the violent roars from the engines fill your ears. Oh, what a sound, now you are addicted to it.

After a great start from your team and almost two hours later, Lewis and Millie face down in a back-to-back battle. Switching positions 3 times in the final ten laps. It is a monumental effort from the drivers, teams, and their strategies. Emotions are on edge at the pitlane and at the benches.

Millie crosses the line first, less than half a second ahead, and fireworks go up in the air. Fans roar, and you all go nuts! Your crew runs to the pit wall fence, climbing it up and waving as she passes by, lots of fist pumps onto the air. It's your first podium! Your? Like you did something, lol. Your team gets their first podium!! - better - it is a great start. And for the first time in forever, you feel alive and cheerful.

Amidst hugs and pats on the back from crew members and supporters, you make your way to the podium area, following Michael. He is dragging you along; you are in a blur with all that adrenaline rushing through your veins, the noise, the lights, and the crowds.

During the podium ceremony, when the Croatian anthem plays - you are now surrounded by all three teams' entourages, all watching the ceremony together and supporting their driver - you notice Millie getting emotional. It is a first for her, too. And when it finishes, everyone around you starts cheering and clapping like maniacs for her as she raises and kisses the trophy. 

Michael, right next to your side, takes off his white W cap before Millie, and she gestures a praying sign with her hands from high above the podium to thank him and thank you. You blow her a kiss just before rivers of champagne fill the place.

Millie is the sweetest. You felt a genuine connection from the first moment you met her - a couple of months ago at the new Williams headquarters - before she agreed to sign the deal. She trusts you, and you believe in her. So you are on this journey together and feel so happy for her.

You get so distracted by these thoughts and others, too, that you don't notice the place started to empty. When you return to reality, you turn around to leave, following Michael's steps, and almost crash into someone walking in the opposite direction. You are left facing a very nice-looking chest - mere inches away from your face - wearing a white Mercedes shirt. You raise your gaze from those fine pecs that belong to Toto and look at his handsome face.

—Hi... —He says, looking down at you, he is way taller than you.

—H-h...i —You feel weak on the knees.

—I-I..

—I... I'm.

You both say at the same time. You step to the left, and Toto steps to the left synchronously. 

—Sor..ry-y.

—So-rry.

You both keep talking over each other. So Toto moves aside, gesturing with his hand to let you go through first.

—Nice meeting you —you say calmly and quickly rush away.

—Same —he replies, following you with his gaze and watching you walk away. You feel he wants to say more, and you do, too, but it is better this way.

"What the fuck was that. Why on earth were you so nervous, girl? It was like you forgot how to speak!" You think.

"The fumes in the garage are starting to affect me," Toto thinks. "Is she running away from me? Yeah... The fumes are definitely affecting me. Damn, she walks fast."

-

Australia

Thanks to poor scheduling and the worst jet traffic, Michael and you aren't able to land on time. All tracks are being used at the moment, so you get sent to another terminal further away from the circuit. Qualy for the Australian GP is about to start, and obviously, you two are running late.

A Lamborghini Sian car is already waiting for you when you land. So you ask the chauffeur to toss the car keys to Michael. —We have like ten minutes to be there —you tell Schumi.

—Understood, boss.

You instantly regret phrasing it like that. Schumi is driving like a madman while getting directions from the chauffeur in the backseat. Michael pushes the engine to the limit, and the car goes full speed. You feel your body melting with the car seat as you hang for your dear life to the seatbelt. Ten minutes was a say, you didn't truly mean it, let's try another one: To get there alive if possible, this one you meant it.

Michael enters the staff parking lot at the Melbourne circuit by taking an extreme corner still at full force. The two security guys sprint to open the gates; it is that or get run over. 

Once you get in, you see him letting the wheel go a second, and the car starts spinning around - it twirls at an alarming speed. "Am I going to get projected out of this window?" you think. And in just one wild movement, he parallels parks, tires burning. The Fast and Furious stunts were a kid's play next to his. Everyone stares at the scene, astounded.

—9.48.00 minutes, boss —Schumi says. Turning off the engine while checking his Rolex Daytona.

He was insane for this.

—Well, I hope you are as fast on your feet as you were on this car —You joke, grabbing your purse and access badge while getting out of the vehicle, heels hitting the ground like nothing had happened. Because, above everything, you are a bad bitch.

—Are you? —he dares you. Walking past the front of the car, catching your step.

—Haven't you seen my legs?! —You joke. Toned they are.

—You make the 100-meter dash athletes jealous —He jokes back. 

You are going to get so many fines. So many.

-

You two make it to the W garage on time. You "fashion walk" there, according to the people who mock you. Since you don't feel like blending in with the mechanics - and because of your outfits and looks. The Williams garage is located dead last on the pitlane, so you have to walk in front of all other teams' garages to get there every time - expensive bag-swinging in the air, designer heels clacking on the floor, always wearing a chic something; dresses, shorts, skirts - as if they don't enjoy it! Of course, you expected toxic masculinity and sexism on your way, especially since your team is dominating! But not this early on.

—You are late! —Millie jumps at you.

—Let's not talk about it. I'm going to need therapy, thanks to that experience.

—What?! —She looks at you with a funny face.

—Nevermind. All ready?

—Do I look like ready? —She says, gesturing at herself. She is wearing an oversized lilac tee - at least twice her size - and a white tennis mini-skirt with matching white Jordans. 

She follows you to the dressing rooms right across from your remote office, where you quickly leave your purse and stuff inside. As you two get there, Millie tells you how excited she is that Sanrio offered to design her helmet for Suzuka before going to change.

—What do you think? Is it too much? —she asks you. Inviting you into her custom dressing room and pointing around. It looks like Minisio had puked that room out.

—Is very you! —you answer.

—I know, right!!! —she gives you a big dumb smile.

—Are your boobs out? —Mick asks while entering through her dressing room doors - eyes closed, arms extended in front, walking mummy-like - not seeing you there, obviously.

—What?! No! —Millie answers as Loretta (her trainer slash assistant) finishes suiting her up.

—Great! I can open my eyes then! —he says.

—I don't think there's much to see, Mick —Millie jokes while putting on a sad face and looking down at her chest. —Two lemons, barely.

—I don't think Marc from statistics thinks the same. I saw him trying to find them —He jokes. Mick gains a smack on the arm.

Millie's popularity has skyrocketed; she is already a paddock favorite. By this point, she had already rejected three engineers who asked her out - not because of ego, being rude, or wanting to break hearts - but because she is so clueless and a shy dork with zero social skills, in her own words: "I communicate better with cars and engines than with people, at least I know how to work them."

—Kids, kids! —you say, amused at the scene.

—Oh, hi, boss! I didn't notice you there —Mick looks at you, a bit embarrassed.

—No worries —You are glad those two are getting along well.

Mick drops himself on the fluffy pink oval puff in one of the corners. One leg up.

—Why are you here on my land? —Millie asks.

—Oh yeah. I came to say something —Mick adds like he is just remembering. —Yes! My father is waiting for you two to start the team's meeting. Everyone is there already. It's urgent. So hurry.

—Oh god, and you just let us know now.

The three of you get on your feet real fast.

-

After a good team catch-up and an impeccable motivational speech from Michael, all of you get to your positions inspired and ready to give it all.

As the Qualy starts, you turn to Michael. —You are a great leader, you know? We are lucky to have you —you tell him.

—I'm glad to be here, more than you imagine, boss.

-

Millie secures a pole position. Sparks flyed. Damn, that car was fast, and she, she was faster!

-

When the workday is done, you wait for Sam across from Merc's hospitality. It's getting dark.

You are sitting on a bench a few meters away, next to a tree with beautiful yellow flowers, looking at your phone and minding your business, avoiding looking like a threat near competitors' territory.

—Waiting for Sam? —Toto asks you from the other side - at the bottom of the stairs of their main cafeteria entrance - you raise your gaze at the sound of his voice.

—Yes! Hi! Will she be taking long? —You can't avoid smiling at him and sound slightly nervous.

—No, she is on her way, but I must warn you, she's been insufferable the entire day. She had one of those, what she calls it? A bad ha...

—A bad hair day —you both finish in unison. —Yikes! How bad it was? The hair? I mean.

—Oh, terrible! I had to look at it all day —he answers jokingly, putting an ew face. Toto walks towards you and sits on the bench by your side, stretching his legs and resting one on top of the other.

The truth is, Samanta doesn't have naturally straight locks; she has long, curly hair she straightens. And sometimes, some days, some weather gave her that wavy, frizzy, wild, non-combable hair.

—You are such an inspiration, a true survivor. Tell me all about your journey —You make him laugh, you love that. More, please.

The door interrupts you two as you both smile at each other like dumbs and lock eyes. Sam goes out, black Merc hoodie on, covering almost her entire face, overdramatic as usual.

—Rocking the Palpatine? —you tease her.

—Hilarious. Bad hair day. I look like Monica Geller on that trip to the beach beneath this —she says with sarcasm. Toto laughs. —Ah, now that reference you get —Sam rolls her eyes.

—Jezz, that mood, huh? A few drinks will get you through these dark times, my friend. Let's go! —you add.

—Oh no, I'm not going.

—What?! Why?! Why are you like this, Samanta?!

—No, why is humidity a thing? Who needs it?

—Aem, all of Australia's wildlife? —Toto adds.

—Shut up, smarty pants —Sam lets out.

—You look like Hagrid —he replies.

—Torger, don't test me, I swear —she warns him, fingers rubbing her forehead.

—So, when will you be available then? —you ask her, cutting off the bickering.

Sam opens her weather app to check the humidity levels. —Ahm, like next week? Not in Australia?

—Are you serious, dude?! I already booked! —You two were going to that Michelin star blindfolded dining and drinking experience. It was so on trend that booking a table there was Melbourne's most challenging and expensive thing at the moment.

—Sorry, I'm not going out looking like this! But for sure Toto could join you! He desperately needs to get some of that stress out of his system. He's getting meaner.

—What!? Me, the meaner one? —Toto lets out.

—What?! Sam! No, no. He is probably busy, and I don't want to bo... —you add, quickly, getting nervous while trying not to show it.

She interrupts you.

—Busy?! No, he is just in an antisocial mood swing. Toto barely left his office today! All grumpy, he was inside there. Besides, didn't you, my guy, tell me you were going straight to your hotel to lock yourself and binge-watch Love Island while eating ice cream straight from the bucket? —Sam teases him, well aware Toto is feeling low - more like heartbroken - Sam hates Sussie, but of course, she will never admit it publicly, and definitely not to him. This is her weird way of showing him her support by setting him up to go out and have fun with a great person instead of being miserable and all alone. Classic Sam.

—What? No. What's Love Island? I wasn't being antisocial; I had a ton of work today, unlike you —He answers deadpan. 

—Do you even own a TV? —Sam is seriously curious.

—Of course, I do! Several, in fact —It doesn't mean he watches them.

—You must be rich! —you joke. He smiles.

—Yeah, whatever. Come on! Get to know each other! Have a good time on me and my hair's behalf —Sam grabs you both, each by the arm, and walks you towards the exit.

—Is it me, or is she getting worse with age? —You address Toto.

—No question!

—Hey! You can't trash-talk me! —Sam complains.

—Oh, that's all we will be doing; we are going to talk so much trash about you, piles of it, that the garbage collector will plead to us no more —you mock her.

—I'm hating this already! —Sam crosses her arms.

Well, now you have a date with Toto. A date, yeah, in your dreams.

To be continued... < Masterlist | Next chapter >

Join us at The Wolff Pack Discord Server > https://discord.com/invite/tpgArxqbfd

[abbu0414]

Comfort (Soapxf!reader)

Hi guys! This ones kinda for me because I feel like I've been overworking myself and getting overwhelmed at small things, and I am just WATING for my huge breakdown (I'm due for one in like 2 days I can feel it). And also in honor of the new CoD season coming out yesterday, I bought the battlepass as a little treat for myself. Anyways, please enjoy :)

Word count: 634

♪Song to Listen To: House Song by Searows♪

This had been the 8th night in a row that you had come back late from work. It wasn’t unusual for you to work extra, or to come home late but Johnny knew what was going on. I mean come on he was your boyfriend, he’s always up to date on these things. But he knew that this meant you were trying to distance yourself from your emotions, or something that you were thinking about. The only way you would stay sane, was if you overworked yourself to exhaustion. If you were constantly working, this meant that at night you would sleep peacefully. And this meant as a boyfriend, he needed to do small things to make your life easier, like wiping off counters after you made dinner for the two of you, or folding the blankets that scattered the couch after one of Johnny’s after work naps. 

After night 11 of working in a row AND working late, he had enough of you torturing yourself. And in all honesty, you have had enough of it too.  You came home and softly closed the door to your shared apartment. Your work backpack feeling heavier than usual as your tired, sore feet carried you down your long hallway. 

“Bonnie, is that you?” Johnny calls out from the couch

And suddenly soft tears begin to spill.

All of those pent up emotions, all of those days where customers just bitched and yelled at you, all of those days you wanted to hide in the back and cry, all of those coworkers that made you do all the hard work just for them to get all the credit. You couldn’t take much more of it.

You don’t even make it to your door as you crumble in the hallway, letting out silent tears. You hear footsteps approaching you, but don’t look up. A figure removes your backpack off of your heavy and tired shoulders. It sits on the hallway floor right in front of you and lifts your chin to meet its eyes. 

“Just because you can carry heavy things, doesn’t mean I can’t help lift. I’m here to help carry the heavy stuff too.” And just like that, you explode. 

“I-I don’t w-want to carry all the heavy stuff Johnny.” Your sobs echo in the empty hallway as you bring your body closer to his until he has you with your legs wrapped around his waist and and he has his nose in the crook of your neck. 

“I know Bonnie, I know.” 15 minutes later you’ve calmed down and your breathing softens, Johnny peppers your neck and face softly with kisses as he takes in your smell that he loves so much. He realizes that you’ve cried yourself to sleep and he gives a light chuckle. As he gets up off the floor, he takes you with him and carries you to your shared bedroom. 

Changing you into your favorite t-shirt and shorts combo, he takes in your sleeping face. With your eyes and nose red from crying so hard, it breaks his heart into a million pieces. He tucks you into bed and climbs in with you (him being the big spoon obviously) his hand snakes around your waist and up your chest to give you something to hold onto while you sleep. You nestle your cheek into his hand as you take a big sigh of relief from letting all your emotions out and taking in Johnny’s cologne and touch. He always knew how to calm you down and after a long couple of days, this is exactly what you needed. 

Maybe calling out of work wouldn’t be such a bad idea after all. (Johnny was gonna do it for you while you were asleep anyways to force you to take a break.)

[agirlwholovesrockstars]

°𝄞 𝐒𝐄𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 °𝄞

☆ 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙵𝚘𝚞𝚛 ☆

"What is like to live in the present?"

♬♪ 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨 𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩 ♬♪

ᯓ★ previous chapter | next chapter ★ᯓ

✶࿐ Summary : you still don't know what you're here for but you won't give up for finding the answers for it

✶࿐ Word Count : most likely to be quite enough, I suppose 😅

✶࿐ Warnings : 18+ Eddie Munson x Future!FEM!reader, cursing, Jason Carver and his gang reoccurring lol, mentions of guilt and past trauma, use of y/n, topics about social issues like racism, LGBT, women's rights, feminism, mental health awareness, body positivity, wrong point of view of religion, reader is still adjusting with the whole crew but she's getting a hang of it slowly and surely, once again no spoilers! 🤭

✶࿐ What to Expect : ANGST at the beginning and FLUFF and the end! we're getting there, reader lives in 2024, time travel, romance, comedy, a sneak peek of being in denial of both feelings 👀

✶࿐ Note To Reader : hi!, I'm sorry, If I'm taking too late to write the next part, I'm trying so hard to make it right and I'm worried that I might lose the flow 🥺

✶࿐ Author Note : after this and chapter five, it's going to get real good! SOOOO just sit tight and enjoy ❤️

𓆩♱𓆪 𝙚𝙙𝙙𝙞𝙚 𝙢𝙪𝙣𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩 𓆩♱𓆪

❦ 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙖'𝙨 𝙢𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙥𝙖𝙜𝙚 ❦

"Y/N!"

"Would you slow down?!?"

You didn't wait up for Eddie to open the passenger seat door as you went down and you saw Nancy's figure from afar already looking at the woods calling Fred's name

Gareth, Jeff, Lewis and Chrissy shared same the looks as they start speed walking to follow you

You sprint your way up to Nancy until Eddie snatched your whole body away from the road when you heard the tires screeching next to you, Steve almost run you down that made you and Eddie fell down on the ground

"Oh my fucking god, are you two alright?" Steve exclaims as he gets out of his car and the rest as well

"Yeah, man, I'm good, Y/N-" Eddie grunts and you swore to himself that he heard you whimpered slightly when he carefully moves your legs aside but you still force yourself up to stand

When you get up you almost fall back down again but Steve catches you by the arms

"What's the rush?" Steve already had an idea that you're the mystery girl that Dustin and Max just told him earlier at the car

"I seriously really have no idea too" Eddie dusts himself off and both men saw the fear in your eyes

You tried to get away from Steve but he holds you in place, you called out to Nancy where she followed your voice and finally saw you and everyone

"Y/N, you're limping" Eddie inspects your leg, he figured out that you might have a bruise from the impact that just happened

"Steve, let me go" you keep looking at him back and forth with those eyes that he couldn't quite place what are you afraid of

He shoots his eyes back to the woods and to you

He only just met you but you speak his name filled with so much familiarity

It's like you already knew him before

Steve briefly nods and he does let you go and you scurried away as Eddie runs behind you

"Dude!" Eddie exclaims as he holds his hands up

"Come on" Steve muttered under his breath as they all followed you

"Nancy!"

She looked at you in confusion and the people behind your shoulder

"Who are you-"

"Where is Fred?"

"What"

"Where is Fred Benson?!?"

"I-I don't know- I told him to wait for me in the car and the next thing I know he's not there anymore- he could be in the woods?"

Your eyes are now watery, she saw the worried look on them as you brush past her

"What is going on? W-What are you guys doing here?"

Everyone ignored Nancy's questions as she also went inside of the woods too

"Y/N! you're moving too fast!" Eddie shouts as he tries to keep up with you

You loudly gasp, "O-Oh my god" you almost tripped in the branches as you come closer to him

It's happening, you could hear his breathing rapidly fast, his eyes are went extremely white with blue-ish hues on them like Chrissy's

Nancy cupped her mouth in shock when his friend's body begin to float, you frantically looked inside your bag and they all saw a wired earphones as you plug it on the device that Eddie, Dustin, Chrissy and Max just saw recently

"That's exactly like-" Eddie pants besides everyone

"What happened to me" Chrissy takes a sharp breath

Steve, Robin, Dustin, Max, Nancy, Gareth, Jeff and Lewis whipped their heads at what they just heard

"Nancy"

"Y-Yes?"

"Do you know his favorite song?"

"I-I don't-"

"Answer me! Nancy or else we can't save him!"

"It's the only way we can save your friend, Nancy, you gotta think" Chrissy went in front of her

This is all too much to bear, it's all coming to fast, she closes her eyes as she remembers one time, she catches a glimpse of Fred's cassette tapes when they're writing a school paper together

When Nancy yells the song to you, you placed the wired earphones to him as you wished that you could still save him

You wished that there's still more time, you know there might be 1% chance when he's already levitating above the air

"Fred! I know you can hear me, it's not your fault that you and your classmate got into an car accident, it was never your fault, it was an accident" you say as you look up to him hoping that you can also save him like you did to Chrissy

"What is she talking about?" Nancy furrowed her brows

"She's from the future" Eddie answered as he kept his eyes on you

"What?"

"I think it's true, Nance, Dustin told me that she saved Chrissy's life" Steve replies as he puts his hands over his hips as he pulls his brows together

You can't fucking believe it

Fred went back down on the ground as you catch him before he knock himself over

"Don't Dream It's Over" is still playing as he looked scarily everywhere in the woods thinking he might be still in the other dimension

Chrissy wipes her tear with a shaky hand, Gareth saw it as he darts his eyes back to her and to Fred

"Fred, Fred, you're here, you're safe now" you held him by the shoulders

The moment he felt your warmth beneath your touch, he knew that you're real that he's not in the other side of the world anymore as he throw his arms around you

He starts crying as you rubbed his back, you sadly smile that you saved someone again as you exhaled deeply

You finally meet Eddie's eyes that brings you so much comfort

The eyes that says that you're not alone

₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ ﾟ.₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ ﾟ.₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ ﾟ.₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ ﾟ.₊˚ʚ

Lucas couldn't take it no more

He knows that he's going too far

He knows that even Max wouldn't be proud of him if he still continues to stay with them

So, he made a plan to escape them, he wanted to warn his friends

Little does he know that you already know about this

"I know where he is"

The car abruptly stopped as Jason looked at him studying him

"Well, it's about damn time, Sinclair"

"He's over at that strange hut in the woods"

"Yeah, I think I know where that is!" Patrick leans forward as he exaggeratedly nodding to Jason

"He better count his days now" Jason murmurs as the car begins to move again

Lucas took a deep breath through his nose, he knows that there's a hidden bike in there he could use it for his plan to getaway from Jason

He knows this won't be easy, he is scared for Christ sakes but he is much more terrified of what he might do to his friends

And that alone.....he won't be able to forgive himself, so, while there's still time he won't let Jason do this

₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ ﾟ.₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ ﾟ.₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ ﾟ.₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ ﾟ.₊˚ʚ

"El?"

"Yeah?"

"You haven't spoken a word"

El sighs in defeat as she sat down on the dining table as she pulls down the sleeves of her sweater

"It's just that- something weird happened back at the airport"

"What kind of weird?"

"I almost fell back down, right? and then Mike thought I was lightheaded but I wasn't something else flashes right before my eyes"

Will nods in understanding as he pauses in thinking as he asks "Flashes?"

"It's a person, a girl, I don't know who she is and I think there's danger ahead"

"In what?"

"Back in Hawkins, I think- it's giving me a sign, a warning"

"N-No, that's impossible- should you feel that since-"

"I know, I lost my powers few years ago but Will, I think the person in my vision is already helping our friends out there, I know I haven't met her but I feel her energy, it's so different"

"Are we going to tell this to-"

"No"

"What?"

"Don't tell anyone yet, I don't wanna make them worry"

Joyce appears right around the corner with a dish filled with food "Is anyone hungry tonight? I'm sure all of you will like this"

"Yes, I'm starving" Mike climbs downstairs as he settles besides El

"Mom, is it okay that Argyle is coming over?" Jonathan helps out putting the linens in the table before placing the dishes

"Yeah, sure, hon" Joyce smiles as she puts down the utensils

"You ok?" Mike takes El's hand as she looks at it and then back to Will with a look that says

"I'll tell him when the time is right, I promise"

"Yes, I'm doing alright"

₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ ﾟ.₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ ﾟ.₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ ﾟ.₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ ﾟ.₊˚ʚ

"So, Dustin told me everything"

You looked over to your side and saw Steve offering you, a glass of lemonade, you take it and softly murmured, thank you

"I'm sorry" you say with a deflated voice

Steve looked at you as if you've done something unforgivable as he shakes his head at your words, "What are you apologizing for?"

"Isn't this creepy to you?" You point to yourself and to him

"Of what? we're having an conversation?"

"No, it's me that I just spawned out of nowhere and I-I think I'm not used to all of this yet- it's surreal to me"

Steve analyses your expression, your movements and your face

You can't just pretend that you just met Steve Harrington and my god, the articles that you read about him are undeniably true

His looks, his face, the way that he talks and his infamous luscious glorious hair

Steve Harrington that you met in the convention for your report for school about the history of Hawkins, if you compare to this and now, it's making you want to hurl and die

He has that sparkle in his eyes, you can't see that anymore, the lively joy on it

And now, since you're from the future, you are dreading the idea that he'll lose them very soon

He isn't like this when you met him, it isn't because he's middle aged, sure, he is still willingly to tell people about the truth in Hawkins like Dustin did with his book

He's only killing time because he has got no will to live anymore

After....a lot of battles happened, you wouldn't blame him for it but you want to erase that thought

Hopefully

"Seems like you're normal to me" he just shrugs as he drinks his lemonade

His voice snaps out of your thoughts, "Huh?"

"I said that you're cool to me and-"

"Nah, that's not what you said"

"Yes, it is"

"It's another word!"

Steve is amused to this natural bickering as if he didn't almost run you over with his car an hour ago

You let out a breathy laugh, "Right, okay, Steve, your charm may work on other girls but not to me" you brush past away from him as he chuckles

"You may deny it but my charming nature will not be diminished by your words" he says with a deep voice that made you almost spit out the lemonade in your mouth

"I want the Steve back that gave me a glass of lemonade" you giggle as you gesture to him to get back

"The royal one?" Of course, he knows that you're aware of his reputation but he wants to know of what you think of him

"No, the Steve that acknowledged his mistakes, holds himself accountable for it, makes up for it, everyone thought you're mean but that's just all an act that you show at school turns out that he's got a big heart full of love and very caring, if they give him a chance, not only that he become a much better person ever"

Steve slowly opens his mouth and is completely awestruck of the words that you just said to him

You smile at him as you place your hand over his shoulder as you give him a reassuring pat

"You have no idea how much everyone adored you in my time" you show a bit of a sadly smile at him but in your eyes it shows how much you appreciate him

"Y/N!" Max pulled you with her as you mouthed "I'll talk to you later!"

Robin saw his amazement face as she follows his friend's gaze as she came into his side as she sips her own drink, his eyes never left you, "Oh, boy, what's gotten into you?"

"For the first time in my life, Robs, finally someone else sees me through who I am"

"What am I then? A wall?" She jokingly said as she begins to ramble at him

₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ ﾟ.₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ ﾟ.₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ ﾟ.₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ ﾟ.₊˚ʚ

"What is like to live in the present?" Max asks as she pulls you to her side as you became the center of attention

All eyes on you and it's making you feel overwhelmed again

"Do they have flying cars in the future?" Dustin asks as he points at you

You shake at him as you watch curses something under his breath

"Music, what about music? Does future have good ones?" Gareth leans forward from his seat as he waits for your answer

"Well....." You try to appear positive about it but it turns out the exact opposite because the way Lewis notice your face scrunched up in the question

"That doesn't sound good" Jeff says as he looks at Eddie who is looking at you in curiosity

"Okay, okay, future has 50/50 of it, but in my case? I'd still choose the classics anytime and all the time"

"Why?" Fred asks as he adjust his glasses back in

"Because the music in my time doesn't feel the same anymore like it doesn't hit like it usually does" you explain it as you watch them all nod to your answer

"Movies?" You heard Steve's question before you can look beside you as you felt the couch dip when he sat himself in

"Oh, it's like the same thing with music too, it's 50/50"

"Really? Why is that?" Robin crossed both of her arms as she tilts her head at you in question

"Is it just me or nothing is good that ever comes out in the future?" Dustin says as he fixes his cap in the mirror as he looks at you in the reflection

You chuckle in amusement, "Not really, not all of them are bad, what I mean is that in music what I don't like it loses its value, the reason why we enjoy listening to music it's because we feel it, right?"

You watch them one by one agree to your words as you continue

"Right now, you could still feel that is made with love and passion but in my time? only a few of them has it and it doesn't have a soul anymore, they just make up nonsense and then release it" you eye roll to the battle that you have against at every fandom you've been in

"And movies?" Max brings herself closer to you as she listens carefully

"They're more into CGI and not appreciating good acting unlike the movies before"

"CGI?" Gareth repeats your words in confusion as you saw all of their faces mirrored the exact same thing with him

You clear your throat when you realized you're getting way too ahead of yourself, "If you watch Star Wars, Alien, The Exorcist and Jaws, all of them have movie magic right? well, guess what, In my time? it's much more high-tech and more realistic than we have today but some of them are taking the advantage of using it frequently rather than using it lightly"

You get the response a lot of "ahhh's" and you just chuckled to yourself, it's like you're having a business meeting

"Don't get me wrong, I like seeing special effects in movies, I mean, they're cool but pouring them all too much in a film is tiring and again missing the point of what's the story is all about" you shrug as you rest your back in the couch and leaned down

"What about the society?" Eddie asks as he comes forward, all eyes are on him as everyone waits for him to elaborate

"Like social issues?"

He nods, "Yeah, tell us about that"

You breathe through your nose, "That's kind of a big question but okay, I'll try my best to answer"

After another segment of genuine reactions to everyone, you're not going to lie, you are fond witnessing it, if you live in the past, you would ask the same

Who doesn't want or wish the future to become more better than before?

"I'm not saying that my year is better but I'm glad everything is lessen and much more free than before" you say as they all nod in understanding on what you mean by that

"There is still hatred that is happening but a lot more people are not afraid anymore to speak up and stand up for what is right" you add as you saw Robin twiddling with her thumbs as you already felt what she wanted to ask

"Everyone is welcome, no matter if you like girls or boys" you say as you look at Robin's eyes and her blue doe eyes staring at your soul as she start panicking at her stance as she excuses herself for a minute but a smile lingered on her face as you pursed your lips to bite off your smile

"All body types are accepted too" you say this as you don't tear your eyes away from Chrissy who's eyes became glassy from your words as she smiles in gratitude

You know her struggles as a cheerleader and you know that she's the golden child of the family and the pressure that she's been holding it in, it's the main reason why she is targeted by Vecna

"I think Nancy is going to love this one" you smirk at the thought of it

"Oh?" Nancy tug up a smile on her lips with a arched eyebrow

"Toxic and fragile masculinity are shut down with a lot of good feminists in my time, a lot of women speaking up in music and even on films too"

"Wow, that's amazing!" She says with a excited smile on her face as she starts became giddy at you

"Discrimination is a big no-no in my time too, a lot of great people died for it and a lot of us didn't let it end there, we still keep fighting for it"

"That's so awesome, Y/N" Jeff says as you saw the disbelief on his face

"What I only don't like about it, people are too sensitive sometimes that it's over exaggerated and twisting every word, I'm happy that a lot of people are aware, but you know, you can't just control the world sometimes too" you sigh as you get up from your seat as you pour yourself another glass of lemonade

"Damn, I just hope people in the future aren't making fun of us anymore" Gareth scratches the back of his neck and Eddie shushes him

"Oh, if only you knew" your mind flashes to every scenario back in Hawkins High and you winced that some of them are still dragging their religion to their kids to stay off to rock music which is so ridiculous

"I know all of you have so many struggles especially when it comes to certain emotions because I do too share the same angst, so, I'm telling this just to let you all know that you're not alone" you take in a deep breath before you speak again

"My family is uh- religious and I know the saying that "you should pray more and that depression will go away", well, it's not that easy, am I right? It takes so much time to recover and yeah, thankfully some of that situation is not getting tackled anymore in my time but some elders don't agree on it since they keep saying that we feel is not real but you know what it is, others are stubborn to understand, you're lucky if your parent is willingly enough to try to put their pride for once and help their child" you say as you swallow the liquid in your mouth harshly as you blink the angry tears that is forming in your waterline

Eddie can see that you're trying not to break in front of them and he feels bad and also pissed off? that's new to him, he doesn't even know your folks personally but can't help but feel sorry for you

you sniffle and let out a nervous chuckle, "Oops, my bad, if I went too serious-"

"It's alright" Fred smiles sympathetically at you and give back the same gesture to him

"Y/N" Dustin pops his head in the corner of the room saying something about the news in the television

"What is it?"

"Just- all of you come with me!"

"This better be good" Steve sighs tiredly as he leans his side in the wall

"BREAKING NEWS : A satanic cult, The Hellfire Club, a ritual as they say from the people of Hawkins that the members are performing a human sacrifice as many concerned citizens about their children being targeted by the leader named Eddie Munson, it's the prime suspect...."

The voice from the reporter drowned out from your hearing as it became all blurry and your vision starts to unclear to you as you feel like something else has sucked into your soul, a punch to your gut, a slap into your face and you thought you're getting good at this

Well, you thought wrong, when you think you can change the past

All of the voices from your new found friends are also overlapping as your mind wanders to something that you simply wanted to avoid

The tragic ending for him

Him, the person that you defended all your life even like your life depends on it

You care about him so much that it destroys you and you don't want to take over the toll of your mentality again

You drop your glass onto the floor making a breaking sound causing everyone to stop talking to each other as they all looked at you

You gasped as you looked at Steve with a pounding heart, "Steve- I'm s-sorry" you stuttered

"It's okay, Y/N" he says as he finds his broom to sweep the broken pieces of glass on the floor, he moves you aside to keep you away from the dangerous shards on the ground

Eddie saw your state like you're in the verge of tears as he walks closer to you and held your forearm

"Y/N?" He says softly, it is laced with so much empathy, you really don't know what you truly feel about him

Is it admiration? or is it love? Or maybe you are driven to fight for him because you know they didn't give him justice for what he deserves in the first place?

You can't just love somebody from the past who clearly doesn't have any idea who you are until now

"Y/N? talk to me, I'm right here" he says carefully as he patiently waits for your answer

"I-I have to go" you move and step away from him as he calls out your name as he follows you

Unbeknownst to the both of you, someone else catches the slightest obvious intimacy at the exchange between the two of you

₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ ﾟ.₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ ﾟ.₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ ﾟ.₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ ﾟ.₊˚ʚ

"Sinclair?"

"Where is he?"

"Did he just bailed on us?"

"Fuck, he snitched us"

Lucas was fighting for his breath as he cycling his way out of them, he's panting as his chest hurts as it lacks for air to ease out but he can't stop now or else he is going to end up with a blow to his face

He doesn't know where he's friends are, he must find the nearest payphone, he needs to contact them as soon as possible

He just can't believe that Jason will do such a thing, he is now regretting leaving his friends behind, he is ready to explain everything to them

He doesn't even care at this point if they don't understand him but at least he has got to say his piece

He knows that Eddie and Jason are two different people with different interest and social cliques

Eddie can be a lot of things but Jason? spreading lies without proof is clearly inhumane thing to do and it's insane

It's every fiber of his being the urge to stop him but what can he do? when he might end up in a freaking ditch? so, the only option is to lie to them

"H-Hello?" He says with a strained voice as he tries to clears his throat, he looks at the side to see if Jason's car is approaching he is bopping his knee up and down in nervousness

"Sinclair? Dude, you sound awful-" Steve answers and picks up the phone and Lucas can already the worried look on his face as he can sense the concern at the tone of his voice

"is Dustin with you? Give the phone to Dustin, I need to talk to him" he pants and wipes the build up perspiration on his forehead

"Oh, he's right here-" Lucas heard the rustling cord over the receiver and hears his friend's voice muttering the words to Steve "Is that Lucas? Hand me that phone-" "Hey watch it, Henderson"

"Hey, are you going to tell us your spectacular bonding with your varsity friends?"

He huffs, "I'm not going to argue with you, Dustin-"

"Where were you? Have you seen the news-"

"God! Just listen to me!" He exclaims in frustration as Dustin can hear the way Lucas slam his hand at a surface

There's a beat of silence as Dustin squeezes his eyes shut as he begrudgingly, "Fine" he says through gritted teeth

"It's about Jason and I think Eddie's life is in danger"

"Say no more, you have a lot of catch up to do, where are you?"

₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ ﾟ.₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ ﾟ.₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ ﾟ.₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ ﾟ.₊˚ʚ

taglist <3 : @paleidiot @marsmallow433 @whothefckissofia @letsfallinlove-blog @silky-luxe @imagine-all-the-imagines @theladyasgard @mayaluvzyou @mewchiili @crystalr

(chapter 4 is here! I'm so very sorry this took way too long but I hope it's worth the wait, I appreciate for all of you for being patient with me and thank you for all of your support! 🥺💖)

[lou-struck]

Figures in the Dark

Leviathan x reader

Flufftober Day 9: Figures in the Dark

W.C. 1.6k

~ you have no idea how Levi can sleep with all those figurines in his room. But you don't have the nerve to tell him that.

Normally, if you were to stay up late playing a horror game in the early hours of the morning, you would find yourself too anxious to sleep, but strangely, when you play in the cozy comfort of Levi's room, you find yourself growing drowsier by the minute. 

You yawn and lean against Levi's unbelievably comfortable shoulder for support. "Oh, are you getting tired, MC?" he asks, pausing midway through the game's intense chase scene like it's nothing.

"Just a bit," you yawn again, pulling your eyes from the bright screen. "I'm afraid I don't have your talent when it comes to staying up all night playing games."

"T-talent?" he stammers, turning fire engine red at the smallest bit of praise." Only you can find the beauty in a pitiful otaku like me MC, I don't even know how you come up with things like that."

His flustered rambling makes you chuckle as you use his shoulder for support and get to your feet. "I think you'll have to go on without me."

His fingers fidget, and you can tell he is conflicted. "Wait," he says suddenly, his body language resembling a kicked puppy, and you can tell he does not want to let you go so easily. "You wouldn't wanna sleep in here, would you?"

"Sure, I'd love to," you say sweetly, watching as the third-born's face lights up like he had just won the lottery. 

"Just give me a second," he says quickly, dashing across the room over to his bathtub bed, smoothes out the plush navy blue covers, and fluffs the many pillows. "There, I had to max out my bed's comfort stat so we can recover all of our HP."

With a giggle, you follow him across the room and flop onto the freshly prepped bed, "I see what you mean; it's very comfy." 

He tentatively sits on the edge of his bed and shyly fiddles with his hands. As if it's the first time you guys have ever had a sleepover." A-are you really okay with this? You don't just feel bad for me, do you?"

"Of course not," you say, reassuring the demon with a sweet kiss to his trembling lips, "you know how much I care about you, Levi."

"W-well, if you're sure, then that's good," he says with a relieved smile. He lays down next to you and claps his hands to turn off his limited edition Ruichan lamp. The room darkens save for the cold blue light illuminating Henry's bubbling fish tank. When you meet the demon's gaze, you see that his eyes are silently begging for your approval.

"Well, that was impressive," you say in a low whisper, meeting his amber gaze. 

"Would you maybe be okay if we were to cuddle a bit?" He asks shyly. "You know, like normies?"

illuminating from Henry's fish tank 

"I would love to," you say as the demon wraps his arms around your form, pulling you close. It doesn't take long for the soft sounds of his steady breathing to fill the room as your sleepy lids take in your surroundings. 

You never realized how many figures he has on display in his room. Sure, you know he loves to collect them, but it seems that everywhere you look, there is a different pair of plastic eyes fixated on you. 

You know they aren't real, but the stares are kinda creeping you out. Maybe it was the game, or maybe your time in the devildom ignoring other horrors is catching up to you, but you find it impossible to relax. 

You scoot closer to Levi's sleeping form, but it does little to ease your mind. Even when you flip around to hide your face in the demon's chest, you still feel the intensity of those inanimate stares on the back of your head. 

You sigh and cover your face with a pillow. 

It's going to be a long night.

~

"Wow, Mc, Hon., don't take this the wrong way, but are you feeling alright?" Asmodeus says, pulling you from your fuzzy daydreams. "You look a bit tired."

"Ugh, is it that obvious?" you ask, wiping your eyes. "I did not sleep well last night."

"So I take it your little sleepover with Levi didn't go well," the avatar of Lust winks. He may not be able to use his charm on you, but the demon's friendly nature has a way of coaxing little details from your lips.

"No, Levi wasn't the problem at all," you respond nervously, lowering your voice so no one can hear your conversation, "I just couldn't sleep in there last night. Not with all the eyes on us, watching us sleep."

"Ohhh, you mean the little figurines," Asmo says knowingly. "Yeah, I like attention as much as the next demon, but that can be a little much. I don't know how he does it."

"I don't either, and they are really not bad in the daytime," you say, thinking back to the shelves and shelves of limited edition merchandise that brings him joy in his room. You have no right to say anything to him; he doesn't tell you how to decorate your room. 

"And you know that if you say anything to him, it would just crush him," Asmo adds kindly. "We wouldn't want him to take it the wrong way."

Sometimes, you just have to deal with certain things, especially when love is on the table. You care about Levi far more than you care about his figurines. "I'll just deal with it." 

"That's all we can do, Hon," Asmo says, slinging an arm around your shoulders. "Now, let's go to a cafe and get you something to drink that will get you through the day."

"Good plan," you yawn, allowing him to whisk you away from the stone hallways of RAD, not noticing the purple head of hair disappearing behind a stone pillar.

~

One week later, you find yourself once again in Levi's in the wee hours of the morning. Having gotten lost in a game, you feel the telltale signs of fatigue encroaching on you, and you know that soon, you will have to call it quits. 

The eyes of the figurines are on you again, but they look far less intimidating in the light. You feel a yawn coming on, and you try to fight it. You once heard somewhere that staring directly at a bright light can help get rid of it. 

Or was it the other way around.

Well, based on the extremely loud yawn that slips past your lips, you guess it's the other one. 

"Are you tired again?" Levi asks hesitantly, already pausing the game. "I can walk you down to your room."

Your heart sinks, and you realize that he knows. Embarrassment and shame heats your cheeks, and you give him a soft smile. "Actually, I was wondering if I could stay in here tonight."

"Do you really want to?" 

You take his hand, "I do,"

"Even with all the figurines looking at you?" he gulps nervously and scans the room; for the first time in hundreds of years, he wishes he could make them disappear just for a moment. "I-it not like I was eavesdropping or anything like that; I just happened on you guys talking about it and~"

"I'm sorry," you say. "I should've told you earlier; I just didn't want to make you feel ashamed about being who you are because you are wonderful."

"I know why you didn't," he frowns, his eyes turning glassy with unfallen tears. "But do you really mean that?"

"Of course I do. So would it be okay if I stay with you tonight?" you ask softly, giving him a slight smile. "You know, cuddle like normies?"

He nods eagerly. "I didn't want to push you, but I did order something on Amazon in case you ever wanted to stay the night with a creepy shut-in like me.

"What did you do?" you ask surprisedly. 

Turning off his monitor, he boldly takes your hand and leads you proudly to his bed, where a black remote rests atop the blankets. Pressing the center button, a dark curtain descends from the ceiling and encircles the area around his bed. Completely obstructing the view of the figurine collection.

"Do you think that will work?" he asks shyly, admiring his handiwork.

"Levi, when did you do this," you ask, your heart feeling full at such a thoughtful gesture.

Last week." he admits, "I know I was jumping the gun, b-but I wanted you to know that I care about you, and I want you to be just as comfortable with me in my room as you are with Belpie and Asmodeus."

"This is amazing; thank you for going out of your way to do something like this for me."

"I would do anything for you MC, even if I'm not as bold as the others IRL," he says seriously. "Just name it, and I'll do it."

You laugh but know that he is deadly serious. 

Sometimes, you underestimate the power you have at your disposal.

"Well then, I guess I have one thing in mind?" you say, flopping down on the bed with a sigh. "Can we test it out tonight?"

He nods instantly and joins you on the bed. Needless to say, you slept like a baby all night long.

Tagging: @pixelcafe-network @ambiguouslady42

[mondothebombo]

Mondo 👉👈 could you explain all the ways you connect the song Home to Wytyaa?…. Like Important Lyrics. I have been listening to it a lot and I need to know for reasons. :)

oli you have no idea how long i’ve been waiting for someone to ask this. all the lyrics are technically important, and i may or may not have storyboarded scenes to this song in my head lmaooo. i’ve been wanting to talk abt this for SO FUCKING LONG so here we go!!!

Often I am upset that I cannot fall in love but I guess

This avoids the stress of falling out of it

jay doubting whether nya actually wants to be with him or if she’s just pitying him, when he wakes up from passing out in chap 6

Are you tired of me yet?

I'm a little sick right now but I swear

When I'm ready I will fly us out of here

this is jay noticing the others are getting worried and him sitting with all his bad thoughts, also as him talking to nya, kinda like “once i get my shit together and get over this, i’ll make things better”

I'll cut my hair

To make you stare

jay and nya both subtly subconsciously changing their appearances to separate themselves from what happened

I'll hide my chest

And I'll figure out a way to get us out of here

jay hiding his scars and trying to ignore everything for nya’s sake, intending to keep his promise of fixing his mistakes

Turn off your porcelain face

jays facade dropping and the others getting progressively more worried

I can't really think right now in this place

cole confronting jay abt his scars and jay getting overstimulated he lashes out

There's too many colors enough to drive all of us insane

jay freaking out when he gets high from the pain meds and yelling at kai for touching him the day after alec breaks his wrist

Are you dead?

jay seeing nya’s dead body when he looks at her

Sometimes I think I'm dead

jay/nya feeling the phantom pains

'Cause I can feel ghosts and ghouls wrapping my head

jay hearing nadakhan’s and the pirates voices in his head

But I don't wanna fall asleep just yet

jay having that dream

My eyes went dark

nya finding out abt the SA

I don't know where

My pupils are

jay looking in the mirror and hating his eye/scars

But I'll figure out a way to get us out of here

again, jay trying to be ok for nya

Get a load of this monster

He doesn't know how to communicate

this is most definitely jay thinking his friends hate him while he’s alone on the ship

His mind is in a different place

jay spacing out during scrap n tap, thinking of how the others see him

Will everybody please give him a little bit of space

transition back to him training with lloyd the day after he resets time and freaking out, accidentally hurting lloyd in the process

Get a load of this train-wreck

His hair's a mess and he doesn't know who he is yet

this is him stuck in the memories and believing everything nadakhan and the pirates said abt him, hallucinating and seeing nadakhan at random times

But little do we know, the stars

Welcome him with open arms

slowly fades to the present, where the others keep trying to prove they love him

Time is

nya and jay having the conversation where she talks abt the extent of her trauma

Slowly

jay and nya laughing together while lightly training in the middle of the night

Tracing his face

their talk w wu when he says he’s proud of them

But strangely he feels at home in this place

and finally, the last scene of chapter 7, where jay and nya come and sit with the others after their talk w wu, and jay finally cries with relief as he cuddles w the others

i hope i explained this well enough, please feel free to ask me if anything needs clarification :D

[nian-7]

"I'm just a Japanese Salaryman..."

Doppo Kannonzaka x vampire!reader

✧fluff

A sigh left Doppo's mouth as he had finally clocked out of work for the night. It was a late night, the amount of work he had to complete had backed him up from leaving any earlier. As he walked along the dark, unusually empty streets of Shinjuku, he spotted a hooded figure that was illuminated by the flickering streetlight. As he got closer, he could hear the person mumbling while staring intensely at a glowing vending machine.

" ...Ah, are you... having trouble with the vending machine? " He approached you, and hesitantly spoke, suddenly feeling as if this wasn't much of a great idea after all. It was nearing midnight and here he was, talking to some weird stranger!

" No, not at all.. " You tapped on the glass of it. " This stuff is too modern for me! How do you people keep up with all this change? " You turned to him before gesturing towards the glowing box filled with drinks.

" Well- " This person was.. definitely a little weird... " Have you not been to Japan before? " He had no clue why he was trying to make conversation with you, a random stranger, in the middle of the night.

" I have been but it's been quite some time, you know? Long enough for them to make these- vending machines?? " You said, not questioning him or anything in particular.

" ... " Doppo looked at you confused. " ...These have been around for a while, I think... "

" Have they? Huh, I never noticed them. " You pressed the buttons experimentally, nothing happening as expected.

" W- Well, it was nice to meet you but I have to-- " He stops short when you tug him closer to you by his tie, his face growing into one of shock and fear.

" You know.. I'm kinda hungry though... You wouldn't mind, would you? " A teasing smile danced on your face as you leaned in before he stopped you short, putting a yen coin between the two of you. " ...What's this supposed to be?? "

" Money- for the uh.. vending machine. You said you were hungry so- I thought you were going to ask me for money...? " He leaned his head back, trying to create some space between your face and his own.

" Wha- no, I don't need your money?? I meant that I wanted to take a bite of-- "

" Hey!! Doppo! What are you doing out here so late?! " A familiar voice called out to him and the tension of you pulling on his tie had disappeared as Hifumi approached, waving to a confused and tired Doppo.

" Ah.. Hifumi? Did you see that- that person? " He looked between where you had been and Hifumi, a confused look now on both their faces.

" What person? I didn't see anyone? "

please do not repost any of my work without my permission, thank you for reading.

[whumpshaped]

Beck being sick with the flu and Helle not caring?

-- @oliversrarebooks

this is actually something i wanted to write thank u for reminding me. well i mean just beck being sick in general, but yea we'll go w the flu, thats a bitch of an illness

coming back to add this after finishing: well this wasnt what i was going for, but apparently we unlocked some more tragic backstory

masterlist

tw some magic mind scrambling, but honestly?? not much- it's a sickfic, so fever dreams and the like... emotional whump, maybe- vampire carewhumper

Beck had never felt so sick in his entire life.

Okay, maybe that was an exaggeration, but this was definitely among the top five grossest illnesses he had ever come down with. His entire body was like a furnace, and yet he was shivering uncontrollably, even under two thick blankets.

He desperately wished there was someone to take care of him. He could barely keep his eyes open all day, could barely walk with the dizziness, the fatigue, and the muscle pain, and he couldn't even refill his water bottle periodically, let alone make himself some soup. He mostly just slept, slipping in and out of consciousness.

He'd considered calling his mother, briefly. She had always been so kind. Doting. She would've made him toast with honey and butter and cut it up into the smallest pieces for him to eat. He missed her a lot, he realised. But she couldn't come to his apartment after he'd made it so unsafe. He would just have to tough it out like an adult.

He knew there was no way Helle would just skip a visit. Skip dinner. They would barge in, rip the blankets away from him, and feed. He would just have to put up with it, as always, and maybe... maybe then, he could ask them to refill his water bottle. Would they actually do that? Or would they laugh and leave him to figure it out on his own? His eyes fluttered closed again, and he drifted into another two-hour nap.

"Oh, that is a sad sight. Oh dear..." Beck forced himself to look up, his unfocused eyes settling on the blurry outline of the vampire. He didn't have his glasses, and he was too tired to get them. "What do we have here?"

"'m sick," he croaked out, immediately made aware of his dehydration by how dry his throat and mouth were. "S-sorry."

Helle walked inside, and Beck had to close his eyes again. He was so exhausted. He'd done nothing but slept all day, and he could barely tolerate being awake for a minute. "I can see that," they said quietly. "Do you... have everything you need?"

"Water... I'm so thirsty, please..."

"Have you not drunk all day?" It almost sounded accusatory, in a way. Were they scolding him? He could hear Helle pick up his water bottle from the nightstand and leave the room, and he had never felt more grateful to them. He would've gone the whole night without drinking if they hadn't come, probably.

He tried to sit up against the headboard, but it proved more difficult than he anticipated. Especially with the two blankets; they were heavy, but Beck couldn't imagine being without them for even a second.

Helle came back with a full bottle of fresh water, sitting down on the edge of his bed without a word and gently helping him drink. They placed it on the nightstand afterwards, watching as Beck slid back down into a more horizontal position.

"Thank you," he said earnestly. Helle didn't even respond.

"Have you eaten?" He shook his head, and the vampire scoffed. "Alright." They stood up and left again, closing the bedroom door behind themself. Beck could pick out the faint sounds of a phonecall, but he had no idea what it was about. He fell asleep before Helle came back into the room.

For the next hour, he didn't even know what was or wasn't a dream. He felt something cold on his forehead, then also on his hand. He heard some gentle murmurs and whispers, too quiet to make out the words. He saw his mother for a split second, and he reached out towards her. The vampire, he wanted to say. Get out of here, mom. There's a vampire here. It's not safe. The image disappeared before he could've reached her.

"Beck," someone said softly, and he opened his eyes. "Come on, dear. Sit up."

Helle was holding a tray, but he couldn't really tell what was on it from where he lay. With great effort, he pushed himself up against the headboard again, letting the vampire please the plastic tray in his lap. There was a bowl of still steaming soup sitting on top, along with a cup of tea and some medicine.

"Where did you get the soup..?" he asked slowly, looking up at them in awe. Confused, definitely, but in awe.

"I ordered some. I took money out of your wallet." Well, that was a bit less considerate. Helle grabbed his glasses from the nightstand and handed them to him, then sat on his bed again. "Contrary to what you may be inclined to believe, I do not wish for my bloodbag's untimely death. So eat."

"It's just the flu," he mumbled, and he could've sworn he saw a flash of... something, in Helle's eyes. Anger? "I'm gonna be okay. But, but thank you. Really. I'm... I'm incredibly grateful for this."

They rolled their eyes and looked away from him, letting him eat his dinner in peace. They seemed restless, Beck noted while he sipped on his tea. There was a generous amount of honey in it, and for a moment, he wondered how Helle used to drink their tea back when they were still alive.

"Is... is something wrong?" he asked eventually, and Helle shook their head.

"Are you finished?"

"Yeah. Thank you."

They took the tray and disappeared, and Beck found he was feeling a little less dead with all that food in his system. His fever was still making him disoriented and hazy, but at least he could make a trip to the bathroom without feeling like he was going to pass out.

At some point during the night, he could feel Helle crawl into bed with him, pulling him flush against their refreshingly cold body. Half-asleep as he was, it didn't even freak him out a lot. It just felt good.

"You are way too warm," they murmured.

"'m sick," he responded, as though Helle didn't already know. Spurred on by a sudden burst of feverish courage, he took their hand and placed it on his face, enjoying the cool.

"You are so sick," they said insistently. "This can kill."

"The flu won't kill me."

"You have no way of knowing."

Beck frowned a little, unsettled by this sudden interest in his well-being. "Why are you so worried?" he asked quietly, hoping it didn't come off as too rude. He didn't mind the care. He wished Helle would care so much about him on the regular.

They didn't respond for a while. Beck was starting to think they never would, given they had already ignored the question once.

"I was going to die from it," they whispered, and Beck got the sense they might be holding back tears. It was a surreal image.

They didn't say anything else, but Beck could hear how their breathing changed. Helle frequently stopped breathing altogether, under normal circumstances, sometimes specifically to freak him out — now it felt like they couldn't stop drawing shuddering breaths one after the other, only stopping for brief moments as they... choked back sobs?

"Helle..?"

"They told me I was going to die," they went on. "We had no money to spare for medicine or- or doctors. Except one, of course. The mysterious faith healer Lady Marie Brandt, who offered her services to those in need; free of charge."

It wasn't too difficult to piece together what had happened. It was... frankly, terrifying. He was sure his own mother would've let in anybody who promised to heal him, had he been in such a dire situation. And to have that doctor turn out to be a vampire– he couldn't even imagine.

"Go to sleep, Beck."

He was knocked out cold by a sudden wave of magic, plunging him into a dreamless sleep for hours.

He woke up the next day feeling a lot better, and he let out a contented hum as he stretched out. As hellish as the previous day had been, he felt a little comforted by the idea that Helle cared. Maybe it would be worth it, in the end, if only for this piece of knowledge.

As he was making his morning cup of tea in the kitchen, parts of his dreams began popping into his head. Most of it was utter nonsense, and then... there was a conversation with Helle. Something about being sick.

He sat down at the table, warming his hands on the side of the cup and trying to focus on the dream. Of course, the more he chased it, the more blurry and incoherent it got, as was often the case with dreams. Still, he wished he could've remembered... Fever dreams were always a lot of fun to type into online dream interpreter sites.

Oh well. Maybe it would come to him later.

~

taglist: @whumpsday @the-scrapegoat @hidden-dreamland @dismemberment-on-a-tuesday-night @delicateprincepaper @whumppmuhw @florissimps @nicolepascaline @oliversrarebooks @the-cyrulik @pirefyrelight

[drchenquill]

Foliè - Chapter 20

I want...

Someone had once told me that we deities had no feelings, because feelings were human, they were weaknesses. We deities had no weaknesses, because we were powerful beings who stood above humans. We were better. We were everything humanity wanted to be.

Then why had this someone never mentioned to me that deities could become weak? Why wasn't I warned that I could lose my petrified heart to someone? A human being. I was lied to. Deceived.

Deities could not grieve.

So why did I cry when I heard his story?

Deities could not empathize.

Why did I feel his every pain when he spoke of his past?

Deities could not love.

Then why did my heart beat for him?

I opened my eyes blearily and with blurred vision. In front of me, I saw the treetop ceiling separating the sun from us. I breathed in slowly and then out again. I lay on the grass, silence surrounding me, a silence I was all too familiar with. I was too tired to sit up, too exhausted to move. Breathe, just breathe. That was the only thing I did. I didn't care about my surroundings, I didn't care what was going to happen now. Fatigue was my closest acquaintance and was about to take me away again when a shaky voice pulled me out of my spell.

“I had already figured that a creature like you couldn't be killed so easily.”

My head tilted to the side and that's when I saw him. He was sitting on the ground, his back leaning against one of the pillars. His knees were pulled up and he had his arms resting on them. His head hung, looking down at the ground.

“You were good… really good…”

Slowly, he turned his gaze to me. His eyes were red from crying as he looked at me for a moment without any emotion. “You won. I have no idea what your little game was supposed to accomplish, but you won…” He took a deep breath and tipped his head back. “I can't kill you… I… I can't.” He tensed his hands and looked down at his curled fingers with a furrowed brow. “I wanted to watch your life fade away. I wanted you to know the pain you've brought me and so many others. I wanted the last thing you saw to be a human being.” His voice dropped to a whisper as he added, “I thought I wanted that.”

Slowly and carefully, I sat up. I couldn't say anything, because there was nothing to say. I couldn't beg for forgiveness, not when I didn't deserve it. So I remained sitting silently and left everything in his hands.

He buried his hand in his hair and let out a loud breath. “I don't know what to do. I don't know what to think, what to say, what to feel.”

His eyes met mine again and this time I saw desperation. “I… W-when I saw lying there, so-so lifeless… God, I panicked. I was so scared, and then I realized I couldn't lose you. You're the only thing that got me this far, you showed me that there's more than revenge. This time with you was the best thing that had happened to me…” He then laughed bitterly and looked up at the sky. “How fucked up is that? I'm falling in love with the creature that ruined my life.”

Heart pounding, I dared to scoot closer. He glanced at me but said nothing as I sat down next to him. We were silent, no one knew what to say, no one knew what to do next. I was selfish and wished for his affection back. I wanted everything to go back to the way it was when I was still his little mouse. But was that even possible?

“What now?” he asked. “I don't know if I can forgive you… You ruined my life…” Slowly our eyes met as he whispered, “But you also brought me joy again. What do you want me to do?”

“I don't want to lose you. I don't want you to leave me. I don't want you to see me as a monster again. I want you to take me by the hand, tell me what a bitch I am, smile at me with tenderness. I want to be your little mouse again…”

I swallowed hard and did my best not to shed any more tears.

“I'll… I'll make it all up to you. I will withdraw my poison and free people from my curse. I will free you from the curse. Humanity will hear no more of me, I will behave and live as if I do not exist.”

I don't know if it was my shaky voice or the salty tears rolling down my cheeks despite my struggle against them, but his face soothed. He searched my eyes, he searched for the truth, but I had laid it at his feet. I would do anything to make him look at me with love again.

“Do it. Show me that you mean it too. Prove to me that I can really trust you again. Show me that you're still my little mouse.”

I could have screamed with joy. He was giving me a chance, he was giving me a chance to prove myself. I couldn't let him down now. I quickly stumbled to my feet and wiped the tears from my cheeks. I could do this, of course I could. My back was turned to him as I took a few steps. My eyes closed. I felt the wind around us, every movement of the leaves dancing with it. Then I smelled the stench of my poison. It smelled like mold, rotten and forgotten. The poison was the manifestation of my loneliness. It was created as a means to make humanity feel as lonely as I did.

I took a deep breath. I felt it slowly seeping back into me, each particle coming back to me as if it were coming home. I felt heavier, like I was slowly choking on it myself, but I had to do this, I had to take it on so that he would trust me again. I did it for him.

Slowly, I turned to him. He sat there, emotionless. I stepped up to him. Not a word was exchanged as I held out my hand to him. He placed his big hand in mine. Silence surrounded us as we looked at each other silently. I squeezed, digging my nails into his skin. He flinched but didn't pull out of my grip. Like a wave, his appearance seemed to change. First his hair. Short and dark. Then his eyes. Pointed and gray-green. His skin, now a beautiful sandy color, shone with life. His hand, which I always held in my grip, became softer and more elegant.

I let go.

Speechless, he looked down at his hands, which he tangled snappily in his hair, stroking it lightly as if he had to feel the texture to believe it was real.

He smiled, then he laughed, then he screamed. Then he cried.

I hesitated, then reached out to him. With newfound strength, he grabbed me by the hips and pulled me to him, capturing me in a suffocating embrace. Now I was the one smiling through tears. I felt something I hadn't felt in a long time.

Joy.

~~~

Chapter 19/Chapter 21

Foliè tag list: @theink-stainedfolk , @frostedlemonwriter , @leahpardo-pa-potato , @rivenantiqnerd ,

@thecomfywriter , @fablesandfragments

[starsurface]

Soooooo, it's going to sound a little strange lol, but could you make caregiver mk11 older johnny cage with regressor mk11 young johnny cage? It's been a while, but I had seen a comment on one of their videos and it said that Johnny was a father figure to himself lol, I thought it was really funny, but now it's stuck in my head

And also the order list is quite large, are you sure you want to keep the orders open? I don't want you to get too tired :/

It's not strange at all!! I actually really like the idea of Older Johnny being a father figure to his Younger self!! <3

And I promise you, I won't get too tired, 'Hun. I wanna keep my orders open, I'll just get to them when I get to them. But thank you for being concerned about me, Sugar. <3

Also, quick note, these are platonic hcs. Like, they weren't written with the intent of self shipping?? I dunno, I don't wanna confuse anyone by accident so I'm stating this now.

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

CG Older Johnny w/ Regressor Younger Johnny Hcs

💫 Younger Johnny’s a bit of a big kid, about 4-5, maybe younger, maybe older, really depends on the situation or day

🎬 Older Johnny already has a small habit of making regressors feel small on accident

 💫Whether it’s tieing anyone shoes he sees untied, or praising anyone for the bare minimum, he enjoys making others feel good about themselves and doesn’t mind going out of his way to help someone (Older Johnny’s a gentleman, fr)

🎬 Younger Johnny scoffs a bit at this, until he does something that isn’t really that impressive and his Older self tells him he did a good job

💫 Older Johnny feels kinda bad afterwards, because it’s clear how badly Younger Johnny tries to get more praise, now suddeningly following orders and mildly freaking out if he screws them up

🎬 It doesn’t help that the small praise is pushing Younger Johnny between headspaces, and the entire scenario itself was already making him feel tiny to begin with

💫 He likes the praise to begin with, but being praised by himself? And by someone who he could totally see as a father figure that’s there for him, even if he doesn’t necessarily like him?

🎬 What made Younger Johnny fully regress was when Older Johnny ruffled his hair and called him Squirt, a thing he does with the Kombat Kids to make them all groan and complain

💫 Younger Johnny ends up hiding in the bathrooms to regress and cry, because he doesn’t really have anywhere else to go and it was the only place he could think of getting any personal space

🎬 He feels a little scared, feeling small in such a military place

💫 He was use to regressing alone, but here? In a place he barely knows anyone in and made some really bad first impressions? Nuh-uh, not happening, he’d very much like to be big now

🎬 Older Johnny eventually finds him, mostly since he doesn’t want his Younger self running around and getting lost (and he had to make sure he was on his best behavior, especially because of Younger Johnny’s first past actions)

💫 But he wasn’t expecting Johnny to be crying in a locked stall, telling him to go away, and that he was a big boy and he definitely wasn’t crying like a baby

🎬 Older Johnny knew this was about the time he started using age regression, and slide his phone under the stall before sitting down, waiting

💫 While Johnny doesn’t use age regression as much, he still has a few of his old favorite little apps just in case

🎬 Which was exactly what his Younger self needed, because he heard him giggling quietly at one of the games

💫 Eventually Younger Johnny sheepishly came out of the stall,a nd his Older self helped him wash up a bit, drying his tears and fixing his apperance before letting Younger Johnny regress in his room for a bit

🎬 Younger Johnny asked if they could watch cartoons (and maybe cuddle a bit, he praises the attention) and Older Johnny was more than happy to oblige

💫 Big Younger Johnny was really embarressed about the whole situation afterwards, but Older Johnny just patted his shoulder and offered to watch him at anytime

🎬 And for the small while Younger and Older Johnny exist at the same time, Younger Johnny has a CG for the first time . . . even it if is technically himself still

💫 Tiny Younger Johnny follows Older Johnny EVERYWHERE (an indication he’s tiny)

🎬 It doesn’t matter if Older Johnny has work to be doing, Younger Johnny will waddle behind him and explain the entire lore of his favorite cartoon

💫 Luckily, everyone around the base really likes regressed Younger Johnny, mostly because he’s not as much of a menace, and because they can threaten to get Older Johnny if he does something naughty (which usually stops his naughty actions)

🎬 Younger Johnny is a brat!!!

💫 What does his Olderself mean that he can’t have more candy? Uh, yes he can, he’s Johny Cage, and he has money to buy more!!! He doens’t have these silly rules back at home >:\

🎬 Que to Older Johnny finding out that Younger Johnny doesn’t have and rules when he’s regressed, and giving some list of suggestions (mostly for his health, like making sure he brushes his teeth, gets some snacks in, and have a propper bedtime)

💫 Younger Johnny doesn’t know about that whole bedtime situation . . . but maybe he’ll take the rest of the list

🎬 But he still doesn’t understand why he was to sit in timeout whenever he breaks a silly rule, Older Johnny’s just being mean >:(

💫 Younger Johnny also likes kicking his feet or using any kind of spinny chair they have (another indication he’s small, also kinda demands for Older Johnny to spin him)

🎬 Or chewing on his glasses!! He gets very fussy when his Older self takes them away >:\

💫 Half their interactions go:

🎬 YJ - “I want that”

💫 OJ - “What do we say?”

🎬 YJ - “Gimme >:3“

💫 OJ - “. . .”

🎬 YJ - “Gimme!! >:(”

💫 OJ - *Dad arm cross*

🎬 YJ -  “Please? :(“

💫 OJ - “Atta boy, thank you for using your words”

🎬 Older Johnny’s nicknames are mostly Dada and Old Man

💫 Younger Johnny only used Old Man to make fun of Older Johnny, but Older Johnny said that he was just making fun of himself and YOunger Johnny cried

🎬 ^ Younger Sonya, of all people, declared Older Johnny was at fault, and YOunger Johnny had the biggest smile and giggle when Older Johnny had to serve a time out >:) (She did scold him though . . . :\)

💫 Younger Johnny once called Older Johnny ‘Dad’, and Older Johnny had a very proud smile on his face, even when Younger Johnny whined and told him that he didn’t call him that!! He called him, um, bad, because Older Johnny was totally being naughty!! Yeah . . . super naughty

🎬 Younger Johnny gets many nicknames!! Squirt, Kiddo, Tough Guy, Princess, literally any nickname anyone could give him, and he’d giggle and nod his head

💫 He gets really happy when Older Johnny does any of the nicknames, since he sees so much of his actual Father in him

🎬 ^ That fact makes Older Johnny a bit sad, because he knows that Younger Johnny is probably still holding onto the small bit of hope that Dad loves him and didn’t mean anything he did to him as a kid, while Older Johnny has disowned that man years ago from his life

💫 But Younger Johnny also likes seeing Older Johnny as a father role himself, since Older Johnny’s really good at filling a cg role

🎬 When Younger Johnny has to leave, it’s really emotional becaue he doens’t want to loose his first cg

 💫But guys, wouldn’t it be crazy if we just, ignored canon and there was a way to transport betwen time?? :O

🎬 ^ That’d be crazy . . . 👀

💫 Tiny Younger Johnny is also super clingy, especially to Older Johnny

🎬 Hugs!! Cuddles!! Swinging on Older Johnny’s arm!! Piggy back rides!! :D (Older Johnny is more than happy to provide any of these things . . . As long as Younger Johnny doesn’t jump him again)

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

I actually really like the idea of Older Johnny being Younger Johnny's CG, or him or Cassie helping Younger Sonya understand what age regression is!!

. . . Cassie would so make fun of her Dad for Younger Johnny's tantrums though. Really goes '. . . That you?', biggest smirk on her face. <3