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Every time I get the notification you’ve posted, I either get
a. a hug thru art or-
b. Punched in the gut with feelings
Unfortunately those seem to be the flavors I know how to bake a cake with at the moment.
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if you have a good vibe/kind thought to spare and could send it my way. i'd really appreciate it.
#saying goodbye to my friend murphy tomorrow#i'll be okay. it's the right decision and i'll get through.#life is just going to be really hard and sad for a while#i don't want to talk about it in any detail but i feel like i have to say it out loud#and i have this paranoid anxiety thought that's like if I don't tell people he's gone they will ask about him#snd I won't be able to handle that for a little while#I don't need acknowledgment or sympathy. I don't need to talk to anyone. I don't need cheer-up fodder#so no need to send me anything or talk to me about it really i promise#just if you can take a second to love and appreciate the animals in your life. that would be really nice.#you don't have to tell me about it it would just be nice to feel there's love out there#writing this all out is making me feel so stupid. i've deleted and rewritten several times#but i gotta because it would be a lot worse if i was worrying about not talking about it#so yeah. no need for likes or comments or dms or asks or anything. just give someone some love for me ok?#murphy is the senior yellow lab you may have seen me post pics of sometimes. he's my parents' dog but he's my buddy.#and he's gotten me through a lot. like a lot a lot#and i'm going to miss the hell out of him#and i'm so worried about my parents. they're going to have a much worse time than me.#and they don't need anything else on their plates right now#it's just everything you know?#and all at the same time too. 2024 has been just one gut punch after the other#so yeah. if you could give your pet a hug or a treat or a scratch or take them on their favorite walk. that would be awesome#this was good actually typing all this nonsense out helped a little. still don't want to talk about it but at least i have ideas for#the 'leave me the fuck alone' email i'm going to send everyone tomorrow at work
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As a person who full well understand that pain,, I hereby offer you the ultimate aid; a hug
- Digi
oh no oh wait I didn't know I had emotions 😭
Thank, though, I love hugs actually /gen 🫂
-Lizzy
#it's almost like I didn't know what I was gonna say until I already typed it#then I got sucker punched in the gut with that one line#'sometimes it's not us. it's me and them.'#like excuse me I didn't need that high school experience of an unspoken inherent alienation brought back#ough 😭#an ask!#Host Lizzy#very heavily debated drawing a hug just for the sake of it to answer this ask#but that could very well take hours if I get too into it#Wonder!
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Lumberjack Tales - The Hairy Bear (3)
Summary: He ruins what you had...
Pairing: Lumberjack!Ari Levinson x fem!Reader
Warnings: angst, Ari being a douche for a moment, sad reader, unplanned pregnancy, pregnancy scare, mentions of being unemployed, money problems (implied), remorse, we love Bear
This story is part of my Lumberjack Tales masterlist
Catch up here: Lumberjack Tales - The Hairy Bear (2)
A/N: I added the first details of the following request to this part.
Your days off flew by faster than you wanted. Ari and you spend every moment together, lots of cuddling and sex included.
Before you knew it, you called your boss to quit your job. Ari told you more than once that he wants you to stay – forever.
He seemed to be adamant about keeping you around. And you, well you, wouldn’t want to leave him, his cabin, and Bear for all the money in the world.
It was the first time in your life that you got the feeling you found your haven, a place where you belong, and are wanted.
“Ari,” you call for your lover and maybe future boyfriend. “Baby? Do you want to join me for a walk? We could take Bear too.”
Ari doesn’t answer. He came back from another grocery run half an hour ago. Ari didn’t say much. He simply carried all bags inside, and even ignored when Bear nuzzled his leg.
Assuming he had another encounter with the, in his words, annoying town folk, you snicker. Ari just hates having too many people around. You don’t know what happened, but he likes staying to himself – hence the cabin in the middle of nowhere.
A minute passes by, and another without a word from Ari. You sigh and decide to help him unpack the groceries. Winter is close, and Ari wants to restock his pantry.
“Ari?” You walk inside the kitchen, smirking as Ari is busy cleaning the counter. Last night you had sex on it, and you didn’t have the time to clean it yet. He huffs and snatches your panties from the ground to throw them into the trash can.
“Shit everywhere…” He mutters, still not looking at you. “Everywhere…”
“Can I help you?” You step closer to Ari, to hug him from behind and rest your head against his back. “We ruined it together. Let me lend you a hand.”
“Christ, can you leave me alone for five minutes?” He raises his voice, making you flinch. “It feels like you’re breathing down my neck all the time. Sometimes, a man needs time on his own. You’re suffocating me! Why are you so clingy all the time.”
You stiffen and immediately drop your arms. Stepping away from Ari, you feel like someone punched you in the guts. Not days ago, he told you again that he wanted you to stay forever, and now, Ari is telling you he hates having you around.
“Alright,” you try not to choke on the tears welling up in your eyes. “I’ll leave you to…cleaning.”
Ari huffs when you run out of the kitchen, and upstairs. He believes you’ll give him space and come back down later to join him for breakfast.
Bear whines as he looks at his owner. The Estrela Mountain Dog dips its head to watch its owner angrily scrub the kitchen counter. “Not now, Bear. I had a shitty day. My fucking ex-wife called, that blood-sucking bitch…”
“Shoes, pants, wallet,” you sniffle while throwing all of your belongings into your backpack. You wipe your eyes and choke out a sob. How could you believe Ari wants more from you than sex? Of course, he’s already bored and wants you gone. “That’s all.”
Ari left the house to go for a walk with Bear some time ago. This way, you don’t have to say goodbye. You’ll just sneak out and find your way back to civilization and loneliness.
Grabbing your backpack, you sigh. For a few weeks, you believed you found a home. Now you know better. No man can be trusted. Especially not the kind looking like he came right out of a wet dream.
You slowly walk out of the room, not looking back. If you turn around, you’ll break down and cry. That’s the last thing Ari wants, a whiny and desperate woman clinging to him. Maybe he even believes after you quit your job for him that you are after his money.
Shaking your head, you decide to not think of him any longer. It was great while it lasted. You had a great time and awesome sex. You’ll remember your time with Ari for what it was – a late summer fling.
“Y/N? Uh—I’m back. Listen,” Ari jogs upstairs to apologize for his earlier outburst. He was angry after hearing from his ex-wife after so long. The last thing he wanted was to yell at you. “Baby? I’m sorry for yelling. It’s just that…”
Ari stops in his tracks. He gasps when he finds the bedroom empty. “Y/N?” He rubs his scruffy chin. Something is wrong. All of your clothes are gone. Even the ones you carelessly dropped to the ground when you jumped at him to suck him off last night. “Baby?”
Bear trots inside the room. The huge dog whines loudly as you are nowhere to be found.
“Do you think she’s shopping?” Ari asks his dog. He furrows his brows as Bear lies down, and whines again. “Fuck…no…fuck!”
Sitting down on the bed, he buries his face in his hands. He screams your name, angrily stomping his feet. “I fucked up big time!”
Ari aimlessly drives around the area. He searches his property, every inch of it. In town, no one saw you, and you’re not answering your phone.
“Bear, I don’t even know where she’s living,” Ari hits the brakes hard when he sees someone walking along the road. He cranes his neck, only to see the cashier from the store in town wave at him. “Not her.”
He slams his hands on the steering wheel, cursing himself for ruining the best thing ever happening to him. “She’s gone, and it’s all my fucking fault.”
The first days back at your old place felt wrong—just wrong. You missed Ari's scent and his voice. You barely slept, not only because you felt like your heart got ripped out, but also because you found yourself in desperate need of a new job.
How foolish of you to quit your job for some guy you met not weeks ago.
“Fucking idiot,” you call yourself a needy and stupid bitch. “Only because his dick was good, you fucked up your career and will lose your apartment. Loser bitch. This is so typical of you.”
Four weeks have passed, and you feel numb. Not only did you not get your job back, but you’ve got another problem, and your time with Ari left more than a bad taste in your mouth.
Hot tears run down your cheeks, realizing you took too many risks by giving in to the charming and sexy man. Again, you tell yourself that you should’ve known better.
“Bear, come on,” Ari urges his dog. He finally found a trace of you. It took him almost six weeks to find out more about you, and your life. All he knew was your name. Nothing else was important while you were still around. Ari told himself, he could ask questions later and enjoy the blooming relationship you built. “We got to find her.”
Bear barks as Ari tugs at the dog leash. He sits down and whines loudly. “Stop making a fuss, you big beast. We have a job to do. Get up.”
The Estrela Mountain Dog remains where he’s seated. “What’s wrong with you?” Ari shakes his head. “We finally found her, and now you keep me from going to her?”
Ari huffs as his dog jumps up. Bear wags his tail and barks loudly. The dog suddenly starts running to chase after someone.
“Bear! Wait! Wait up!” Ari runs after his dog, dodging people here and there. “You stubborn beast. WAIT!”
Bear suddenly stops. Jumps at someone, making Ari yell his dog’s name louder.
“No! Stop attacking people. What are you doing?” His heart stops for a second watching Bear nuzzle your belly. The huge beast is whining for your attention as you carefully pat his head. “Bear, you beast found her!”
While you crouch down to wrap your arms around Bear, his owner steps closer. He watches you pat his dog while trying to find the words to apologize.
“There you are,” Ari huffs. “You must love watching me chase you.” He steps closer to grab Bear’s dog leash. “We will discuss your behavior on our way back.”
“What the fuck are you talking about?” You get back up to glare at Ari. “You wanted your freedom and silence back. I gave you what you wanted.”
You turn to leave, ignoring Bear whining louder. “I didn’t want you to leave. Y/N, I was having a bad day and yelled at you. I’m sorry.” Ari puts his hand on your shoulder, but you shake it off. “We could’ve talked things out, but you just ran. I needed weeks to find you. How could you just leave me?”
“How could you treat me like an intruder and a liability?” You snap at Ari. “All the time you told me to stay, and I believed you. I quit my job for you, only to get kicked out!”
“Y/N, I did not kick you out!” He growls. “You left! I came back and wanted to apologize, only to find you gone. I was scared to hell and back! Do you know how many nights I asked myself if you are still alive?”
You shrug. “You have a life to go back to, Ari. I suggest you enjoy your solitary, and I’ll take care of…” Biting your tongue, you look at the envelope in your hands. “Whatever.”
“Y/N,” he whispers your name when you are about to walk away. “Please. Let’s go somewhere else, and have a coffee. We can talk and fix this. It was all just a misunderstanding.”
Ari looks around the area, frowning as his eyes drift toward the building you left.
“There’s nothing to fix.” You want to walk away, but Bear blocks your path. “Bear, no!”
“A doctor?” Ari sucks in a breath. “Y/N. Baby, are you sick? Fuck.” Ari wraps his arms around you and buries his face in your neck. “How do you feel? What is wrong with you?”
You take a deep breath and say, “I’m pregnant…”
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Her
George Russell x fem!reader
Summary: being stood up by your fiancé a week before the wedding is something woman doesn’t want to go through in her life, ever
Warnings: nothing special maybe heartbreak, break up, curse words, cheating, no use of Y/N, one use of L/N
A/N: I really love Sex and the City movies, so this is basically inspired by the events from the first movie. My English is sometimes hot or not, so I’m sorry for any mistakes! Please don’t use my writing without my consent, also I don’t own any of the pictures! Enjoy.
“There’s no possible cancellation, miss. You need to come to the honeymoon vacation or it’ll expire.”
Yes, the word honeymoon. Woman without a man. The man who stood her up week before their wedding. It was all perfect, everything about their love. And yet, here she stood, single, heartbroken and humiliated in front of the suite for newlyweds that carried their names Mr. and Mrs. Russell. Out of all the girls from the grid family, Kelly was the one to be there for her. She packed her up and got her on this vacation, because she already payed a lot for this to be a surprise for George. One that he’d never forget, one with which she’d shown him how she loved him.
For two days straight she only slept. Kelly fed her a little with some fruits and yogurt from breakfast. It was painful to watch her close friend to suffer like this. She looked pale, her face puffy from all the crying, and her gaze was dull.
As the night fell on the resort in Mexico, Kelly picked up her phone, Max was FaceTiming her.
“Hey, babe. How is it going?” He asked with frown.
“Hey, love… please, promise me, that if you ever want to break up with me, don’t you dare to propose to me before that.” Kelly said in sadness.
“How is she?”
“It’s bad. She’s sleeping for second day already. You should see her face when she saw the name tags on the door… it was like a punch in the gut.”
“I’m really glad, that you’re there with her, Kells. She deserves the best. I must’ve restrain myself very hard to not punch George when I saw him at the paddock today.”
“Wait, what? He’s back at racing? I thought that he was supposed to get a break from all that stuff, like he said to her.”
“Don’t say it to her, but… There’s this woman with him here, like a shiny bracelet on him. Lando nearly threw up from the sight of them and everybody here is giving him a silent treatment.”
“Holy shit… this is a nightmare.”
“Yeah… keep her away from socials, she doesn’t need more heartbreak than she already received.”
“No probs, babe. I’ll keep her occupied and her phone is with me anyway and it’s turned off.”
“Okay, I’ll keep you posted. Take care, love you.”
———
Fourth day into vacation she got up from bed, surprising Kelly at the terrace for breakfast.
“Hi, K.” She said, her voice raspy from all the sleep.
“Ah, the sleeping beauty. How are you today, darling?” Kelly hugged her instantly.
“It’s strange, but good. I think the most of the hurt is gone. I know it’s not that simple, but today is good and I’m gonna enjoy it.” She softly smiled but her eyes spoke another story. Kelly gave her a sympathetic look as they talked through the breakfast.
“Max is wishing you well. He’s so worried about you.” Kelly said sipping on her coffee.
“Aw, thanks. He’s a good man, Kelly.” She smiled kindly with little sigh.
“Hey, don’t let your mood flatten, we’re here to have a good time, you’ve worked hard for this. So, we’re gonna make the most of it.” Kelly said with amused smile.
And they did. Girls nights, partying a little, spending afternoons at the pool and beach, some trips around the resort too. Two weeks went by like a click, when they stood at the airport waiting for Max’s private jet.
It was also first time after that weeks of freedom when Kelly gave her her phone back.
“It’s time to go back to reality and I know it’s gonna be hard, but we’re gonna do this. Don’t get those things get to your head. You’re you and you’re the most amazing human in this world.” Kelly reassured her.
She turned on the phone with her stomach churning. Millions of notifications of messages, emails and tags. In the tons of photos at the socials she noticed that one photo, that George posted. She felt like she’s gonna throw up. All the sickness was back, the pain in her chest too.
“Mi amore. Love you to the moon and back.”
George and his new girlfriend. She was so pretty, like a doll. And god, how he was glowing.
As they boarded the plane, Kelly noticed the turn in the her mood as she slipped her phone to her bag.
“I guess you found out, don’t you?” Kelly asked with frown.
“Y-yeah. I don’t know what to say, it’s driving me insane. And he’s back at racing, he just… he’s a fucking liar.” She was at the rage stage.
“It’s gonna be okay. We‘ll manage.”
———
And it was true. Kelly managed to get a people to pack her things out of their shared apartment with George, the first day they went on that vacation. She didn’t want to stay in Monaco, she wanted to go back home to London, where her flat was for rent. She was lucky that it was free in the moment.
Getting from the Heathrow airport was like a blur, feeling all the nostalgia from the surroundings and memories of her past life were everywhere. But it didn’t hurt as much as when she finally unlocked the door to her apartment, getting in the known scent and looking over the boxes there and there. All her life packed like it meant nothing. She was in no mood to start unpacking, because she was afraid to untangle the suppressed emotions. It was a job for her in the next months.
———
It was like six months after the called off wedding. She shut down her socials, getting herself a fresh start with private profiles with a few people following on them. Her main public profile was still up, she didn’t post any new photos, the last post there was a photo of her tasting the sweet cake for wedding with caption wedding vibes #therussells.
She turned her attention to the direction of self love, reconnecting with her old friends in London and little bit of vacations and mainly work. Her going to the Monaco was absolute no go, so when someone from her grid friends wanted to see her, they needed to visit. But they were more than glad. Nobody talked about George, it was her strict rule number one. She practically erased him from her life and mind.
Life just has a strange ways to make things a little crazy.
Sunny morning in London, she went to the café for her morning coffee. She liked to try new places. As she was on the phone working already, she ordered a waited for the cup of hot love.
George sat in the corner of this café, looking through the newspaper like a classic English gentleman. His life turned upside down for the last six months. He was now reminiscing all the things he had done and how he hurt people around him. Brushing another feeling of shame off of him, he looked up from newspaper and his eyes found her standing at the order counter. It was like some nasty dream, ripping his heart apart for another time. She stood there, talking over phone, smiling with her classy appearance. Thinking about the way he wanted to approach her, he tried not to look suspicious. He was the one, who made her life hell, betrayed her the worst.
She slid her phone to her purse, got her coffee and turned around to get out of the café, when she spotted George already staring at her. She was so taken aback by seeing him, that she bumped into the glass door. Hard. Feeling her head spinning and the blood running from her nose, coffee was everywhere on her skirt. People around her was at her immediately, helping her, but she was in some kind of trance.
“Excuse me, please. I need to get to her. Hey, are you okay?” George got through the crowd to her, his protective persona on, getting his white napkin to wipe her bloody nose.
“I-I’m not…” she said still in shock.
“I’m going to take you to the hospital, you may have broken nose.” George frowned in guilt because his presence caused this.
She only nodded, there was no place for denying it. George gave her reassuring squeeze to her shoulder and guided her to his car, which was parked outside on the street. Feeling his hand on her back and on her arm felt strange.
Ride to the hospital was quiet. She held the napkin at her nose, blood was slowly stopping pouring, and she was staring in front of herself, still processing what just happened. She felt her anger rising in her, how dare he shows in her life now, when she’s been on the good way of healing her wounds.
“Why are you here?” She mumbled slightly wincing in pain.
“There’s race in Silverstone this weekend.” He said taking the last turn to parking lot at the hospital. As he stopped the car, she put all her strength to get out from the car without his help.
“You can go, I’m gonna take care of myself.” She took quick steps towards the hospital.
“Wait! I’m not gonna let you handle this alone. I caused this, so let me take care of it.” He ran after her, softly grabbing her arm.
“At least please just don’t touch me, George.” She got out of his grasp still walking.
They were waiting for doctor to see her, while George wrote down the application for her. He stopped at the column about family status. Flagging it as married, he hoped that he would get access to information about her condition. She just signed it off not caring about anything. Her phone rang, it was Kelly. Oh god, they were supposed to meet today.
“Hi, Kells. I really can’t talk right now.” She tried to talk coherently but her lips started to get swollen from the crashing to the door.
“You sound weird, are you okay?” Kelly asked in concern.
“Yeah, I just bumped into the door at the café, hard, that I might have broken nose. I’m currently at the hospital.” She sniffled a little blood.
“What?! I’m getting there, we’re already in London!”
“No, no! Actually I’m not here alone.” She looked up at George.
“You’re full of surprises, girl. Is that the new man, you’re seeing?”
“No, it’s not him. It’s George.”
George was listening to her conversation and pinpointed the word him. Is she seeing someone new? Is she in love with him?
“Holy shit, what the fuck?!”
“Calm down, K. I can’t talk right now, all you need to know, that I’m okay. I’m gonna text you, bye.”
She sighed putting her phone to her purse.
The awkward silence between them lasted for a while.
“Is there- are you-“ he started to ask but it came out as a blurt.
“I’m not seeing anyone, if that’s what you want to ask. I’m just tired of questions if I’m still single, so I said to my friends that I’m working on my dating life. So no. I can’t love anyone after what you’ve done to me and you have this sick luck of hurting me still.” She said with sad sigh.
“I’m sorry.” He said plainly.
That was words she wanted to hear from him all this time. She met his gaze full of guilt.
“I’m so so sorry. I was just stupid and foolish, I really didn’t care about things I had around me, in my life. I was so ungrateful. And I hurt the most precious thing in my life. You. No words can mend the wounds I caused. I just want to make it up to you, so bad.” His eyes was glistening with tears as he talked sincerely.
She processed all the words he just said. Her heart broke again, but now for him. For the way how he talked, how he was honest. After that months of silence between them and his lies from the last conversation they had together.
“I forgave you. A while ago. I just didn’t understand those lies you told me. About you taking a break from everything we shared together, that it drowned you. And then I saw that post on the socials, you back at track with her.”
George felt pang in his chest, he was deeply ashamed of his actions. Before he could say anything else, nurse peeked from the doctors office calling her inside. She stood up and George assisted her.
“You’re her husband right? You can come inside too.” Nurse politely smiled.
She wanted to protest but George interrupted her. “Yeah, I am. Thank you.”
After getting some scans and check up, doctor said, that she doesn’t have broken nose, just little bruised and that in few days the swelling would be gone same as bleeding.
George took her to her apartment, helping her with everything she needed. Sitting on the couch with cup of coffee in her hands, he was in process of putting the cream on the bruise on her nose. She sat still her eyes closed. He took in her features, how she was still herself. The same woman he loved, and still loves.
“You’re supposed to be with her, not with your ex fiancée.” She said while opening her eyes to look at him.
“I’m not with her for some time now. As much as it was mesmerising, it wasn’t it. I had time to think about my mistakes. I was the number one asshole.”
“You were, that’s for sure. I was so mad at you, angry and pissed off. You just threw our lives we built together out of the window. We could’ve talk about that, I would understand anything. But not that huge heartbreak you put me through. I had a surprise honeymoon booked for you. And I went on it with Kelly, because it cost really so much money…” her eyes were filled with tears as she relived the memories of pain.
George looked down in shame, he was pained by his actions towards her. She truly loved him, deeply, she was always so caring and he was… him.
“I’m sorry. I should’ve talk to you more, not just tear you from me and destroy our life.”
Their conversation was interrupted by doorbell.
“That’s most likely Kelly and Max.” Grace said. George retreated from her as she stood up to get to the door. As she opened, Kelly hugged her immediately and Max looked through the space for George with mad look.
“How are you, love?” Kelly looked at her nose with frown.
“I’m good, Kells, really. George took care of me.” She softly smiled.
“Really? No doubt that he did.” Max looked with narrowed look at George, who stood in the doorframe to living room.
“I’m on my way out, I see that she’s in good hands.” George said plainly.
“In the best hands.” Kelly said with not amused look.
She sighed tired from all the tension.
“Take care.” George kissed her forehead lightly as he brushed off around them.
All three of them were looking at his figure until he disappeared in the elevator.
“How- what the actual fuck?” Kelly asked looking at her flushed face.
“Kells, please.” Max groaned at the word fuck.
She took them inside as she prepared some coffee for them.
“How was your flight?” She asked casually.
The duo looked at her in disbelief. “You just had your ex in your home and you’re asking us about flight?”
“Yeah and yeah?”
“Tell us everything!”
She sat in front of them in the armchair. “I was at the café this morning, you know, I like to try new places and he just happened to be there. I spotted him and I was so in shock, that I crashed to the glass door. He got me to the hospital, took care of everything. And he apologised for everything he put me through. He said that he was number one asshole.”
Max snorted as Kelly looked over him with stern look.
“And then you came and that’s it.”
“He kissed you. You’re okay with that?” Kelly asked sipping on her coffee.
“Why not?”
“Because he practically left you at the altar?”
“Oh that. I nearly forgot about that.” She gave her an sarcastic smile.
“You’re falling for his lies again.”
“No, I’m not. We just talked, he was nice. I deserved to know, what was on his mind and behind his actions. I can move on now.”
“Can you?”
The question was hanging in the space. She was sure, to this day, that she wouldn’t even lay her eyes on him. But it was all nice and she felt loved again. All the wrong things.
“Can you?” Kelly asked again.
“Fine! I don’t know!” She rolled her eyes.
“You’re unbelievable. He broke your heart, you were a mess. And now he’s messing with you again.”
“I know, I know all that. And I’m grateful for the care you have for me. But… it’s complicated.”
“It’s not. You love him.” Max interrupted them. Kelly gave him another look of disbelief.
“I’m not sure, I don’t know. I’m not ready for anything but it feels so close to home.”
“Jeez… just be careful. Anyway, it’s perfect timing really, because we wanted to get you to spent a weekend at Silverstone with us.” Kelly said with sour face, now her idea sounding not so perfect.
“I need to think about it. And I don’t know how this thing will turn out to appear.” She pointed to her bruised nose.
“You know the power of makeup, dear.” Kelly rolled her eyes.
“As much as I like you here with me I need some space right now.” She said with sigh.
“Just think about it and give me a call and we’ll manage it. You could use some fun around old friends.” Kelly said while she hugged her.
Max gave her reassuring smile as they walked into the elevator.
———
She took a shower as she thought about George. How his fingertips felt against her skin, his scent calming her down, how he looked at her with care and love, he was completely different. He looked like he was ready to die for her.
Then there was the other side. How she felt humiliated when he left her at the restaurant in Monaco with smile, ready for his new life.
How the ring on her left hand was somehow heavy.
Thoughts there and there, she needed to be honest with herself.
She loved him. Still. And truly. Even after all of this.
As she laid in bed scrolling through her phone, she got a call from unknown number.
“I have a package for you, is this Ms. L/N ?”
“Yes, that’s me.”
She went down to receive the mystery package. Back at the apartment, she opened it. There was VIP and paddock pass with her name, also she spotted a sticky note with handwriting.
“Just in case you want to have fun on the weekend. GR”
Her heart skipped a beat as she read those words. Snapping a photo of it she sent it to Kelly with comment I think the plans are clear for the weekend. Kelly answered with crazy emojis and comment I can’t wait.
She decided not to tell George that she’s actually coming, because he deserved a little silent treatment. He’s gonna need to win her heart back.
As the Saturday approached, she was already on her way to the paddock gates. The first she spotted her was Lando.
“Oh my god! Am I dreaming?” He nearly shouted as he hugged her tight.
She giggled happily. “No, this is real.”
Greeting with others went well as she arrived at the Mercedes hospitality, her stomach churning and turning in nervous way, reliving all the memories she had there. She got to chat with some people, which were surprised that she’s there. Nobody had the courage to ask her, why she’s there and she was glad.
Grabbing some coffee she stood outside on the little terrace looking at the Silverstone track. It was like coming back to home.
“You came.” The voice said behind her causing her to turn around. There stood George, wearing his Mercedes shirt and white pants along with kind smile.
“I thought that you not being sure if I’d come, would be a good treatment for you.” She sipped her coffee with a little smile.
“I absolutely deserve that.” He said coming to her side.
“I’m sorry about yesterday. Kelly and Max were there for me for all that shit you put me through. They’re worried.”
“I understand that. They’re really good friends. I’m grateful that they helped you through tough times.”
“I thought I’d never see this again.” She looked over the track.
“I thought I’d never see you here again.”
“I don’t want to poke in that hurtful things from past anymore. If anything, I want things from fresh start.”
“Again, I’m sorry. And I understand.”
“You know, it’s not like winning race to win my heart.”
“I’d likely do both.”
“We’ll see.”
She chuckled as she was enjoying messing with him.
“Good luck.” She smiled softly giving his arm a little squeeze as she walked out to find Kelly.
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George got the pole position and she couldn’t be more proud. She fought that huge smile on her face as she noticed, how Kelly was watching her. Max took a second place.
She leaned against the frame of the entrance to the Mercedes garage, where George celebrated with everybody around him. Then he noticed her standing there and smiling proudly. Immediately he walked towards her getting her into his tight embrace while she giggled.
“You’re incredible, George.” She said laughing.
“You’re my lucky charm.” He said as he placed kiss to her hair. His embrace was warm and soft. All she missed that long.
“Please, just don’t let me go.” She whispered to his chest.
“I’m not gonna make that mistake ever again.”
#george russell x reader#george russell#george russell 63#gr63 x reader#gr63#gr63 x you#f1 x female reader#f1 x reader#f1 fic#f1 fanfic#f1 imagine#george russel imagine#formula 1
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More ATLA/LOK Incorrect quotes
GN reader, unless stated otherwise
Bolin, propping his feet on the table: So, I heard you like bad boys?
Y/n: What? No.
Bolin, taking his feet off the table: Oh thank God, that felt terrible.
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Lin: Whats this?
Y/n, hugging her: Affection.
Lin: Disgusting.
Lin:…
Lin: Do it again.
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Bolin: Wow, your legs look amazing in those pants!
Y/n: You should see me without them.
Bolin: Without.. legs?
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Sokka: What did you make for Y/n?
Zuko, staring at the burnt food: Regret.
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Korra, holding kettle: Coffee or tea?
Y/n: Tea.
Korra: Wrong! Its coffee.
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Bolin, talking about y/n: My crush isn’t picking up on any of my hints.
Mako: What hints have you given them?
Bolin: I think about them.. a lot.
Bolin: And sometimes I think about talking to them.
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Y/n: Mako?
Mako: What?
Y/n: Are you asleep?
Mako: Who the fuck did you think said ‘what’?
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Y/n, waking up: Am I dead?
[Sees Asami next to them]
Y/n: Is this heaven?
Korra, bangs on door: Open up, fuckers its me Korra
Y/n, tearing up: I always knew I’d end up in hell.
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Lin: Having trouble figuring out who knows Korra the best?
Asami: Its me!
Bolin: Its me!
Mako: Its me!
Y/n:..
Y/n: It’s probably not me.
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Y/n: Time for plan G.
Mako: Wait- don’t you mean plan B?
Y/n: No we did plan B a long time ago. I had to skip over C because of some technical difficulties.
Asami: What about plan D?
Y/n: Plan D was that desperate disguise attempt half an hour ago.
Bolin: And plan E?
Y/n: Im hoping not to use it, I die in plan E.
Korra: I like plan E.
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Y/n: What the fuck? People actually tell their crushes they like them?
Mako: Well, what do you do?
Y/n: I die? Pfft- What kinda question..
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Y/n: A mosquito tried to bite me and I slapped it and it died.
Y/n: Then I started thinking. It was just trying to get food.
Y/n: Like, what if I went to the fridge to get something to eat and it slammed the door on me and broke my neck?
Y/n: Howw would I feel?
Mako: Are you ok?
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Bolin: What does ‘take out’ mean?
Mako: Food.
Asami: Dating.
Korra: Murder.
Y/n: IT COULD MEAN ALL THREE IF YOURE NOT A FUCKING COWARD!
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Korra: You’re a little obsessed with yourself aren’t you?
Y/n: Well if im not who else is gonna be?
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[Y/n, throws bread at turtleducks]
Y/n: Do not forget this act of altruism. If I am ever in trouble, I expect you and your brethren to come to my aid. Do not forget.
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Y/n: You’re the love of my life, I’d do anything for you.
Asami: I want you to take care of yourself and get enough sleep.
Y/n: Absolutely not.
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Asami: My boyfriend is too tall to kiss, what should I do?
Korra: Punch him in the gut, then when he leans down kiss him.
Bolin: Tackle him
Y/n: Dump him, be with me.
Lin, passing by: Kick him in the shin.
Mako: Please don’t do any of those.
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[Korra, sneaks into house at 2 am]
Mako, turns in swivel chair: Care to explain where you were?
Korra: Uhh.. I was out with Y/n.
Y/n, also turns around in another swivel chair: Care to- [chair wont stop turning] Mako- I cant stop the chair-
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Bolin, after making Y/n mad: You wont hit me, I have witnesses.
Y/n: Mako. Asami. Turn around.
[Both Mako and Asmai turn around]
Bolin, scared: M-Mako? Asami?
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Y/n: So whats Zukos type?
Sokka: Y/c eyes, kind, oblivious, good sense of humour, turtleduck lover.
Y/n: Damn, sounds kind of like me. Too bad we’re just friends though.
Sokka: Did I mention oblivious?
Y/n: Yeah why?
Sokka: Just making sure.
#lok#atla#lgbt#atla x reader#asami x reader#zuko x reader#bolin x reader#x reader#mako x reader#korra x reader
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The Last Time (exile pt.2) | Alexia Putellas x Reader
part 2 to exile
summary: Alexia tries to apologise to r after what happened at the club… another songfic based off the song the last time by taylor swift
warnings: none besides a whole lot of angst :(
Alexia knows a lot of things.
She knows how to play soccer, she knows how to speak English, Spanish and Catalan, she knows how to make some of the best paella in Barcelona thanks to her mother, she knows how to dance, she knows how to have some fun.
She also knows that you are the best thing that has ever happened to her.
It’s a fact, because Alexia was a mess before you, fresh out of a break up with Jenni, who she never really saw herself staying with but also never saw herself breaking up with.
There are some people like Alexia thinks, people that you love, but they aren’t your person. Sometimes those relationships are the ones that hurt the most.
Alexia knows that she’s fucked up more than she ever has before, she’s stripped you of your dignity and the respect in your relationship.
Eli told her as much, her mother taking your side as Alexia sobbed into her phone explaining just how badly she had messed up and how she had to fix it.
Alexia knew she was right, but she was also frightfully aware that she was fairly intoxicated, and she didn’t want to ruin your night anymore by showing up at your doorstep.
So, she timidly stepped back into the bar, taking in how a lot of the team had exited the dance floor, Jenni appeared to be gone, something Alexia was grateful for.
Before she could properly step into the space, Mapi was coming out of nowhere and clutching onto Alexia’s forearm, dragging her out of the club as quickly as humanly possible.
Before Alexia could ask any questions, all the air was exiting her lungs as she was slammed up against the brick wall of the outside of the club.
Mapi’s arm had come to rest flat against her chest, pressing her directly into the cold concrete.
“What the actual fuck was that.”
Mapi’s voice is seething, and sure, she’s Alexia’s best friend in the entire world, but you are also Ingrid and Mapi’s adoptive daughter, when it comes to protecting you they do it fiercely.
Alexia can’t do much besides burst into tears, she feels weak, stupidly weak, she doesn’t deserve to be crying, not after what she just did to you, but she can’t help herself, everything is too much.
Mapi eases up a little bit, her arm falling from Alexia’s chest, down to her stomach and bringing her in for a hug, it’s clear that Alexia is pretty tipsy, and she decides she’ll save the yelling for when she can fully appreciate it.
“C’mon, let’s get you home, Ingrid’s sober, she’ll drive.”
Alexia looks behind Mapi, to find her girlfriend lingering behind the two of them, a deep frown of anger and disappointment on her face.
It makes Alexia sick to her stomach, like she’s been punched in the gut repetitively, she probably deserves it, especially after what she just did to you.
She allows Mapi to lead her to a car, her body crumpling into the backseat, the thoughts of the last hour circling in her mind repetitively, like a record stuck on replay.
Drunken, heartbroken Alexia forces herself to make a promise in the back of Mapi’s car, this is the last time.
The last time she puts her feelings above yours, the last time she thinks without acting, the last time she disregards your relationship with such ease.
If for some miracle, she can manage to claw her way back into your life, then she promises herself she will never let this happen again, this will be the first and only time that she goes behind your back, this will be the last time that she treats you like you aren’t enough, this is the last night she will lie to you.
It seems empty, in the context, but Alexia doesn’t care, as far as she’s concerned this is rock bottom, this is the worst thing that has ever happened to her, and she’ll be damned if she lets you slip out of her hands without putting up a fight.
Never again will she allow you to push your feelings under the rug, she is never going to hide all of your problems away like they don’t matter.
When they do make it back to Ingrid and Mapi’s apartment, it’s clear Ingrid is fuming, Alexia can’t really blame her.
So Mapi is on clean up, dragging a zoned out Alexia into the apartment, throwing her into the guest bedroom with some Advil and water on her bedside.
It’s the bare minimum, it’s what Alexia deserves, Mapi doesn’t comfort her, she just gives her the look, the ‘you’ve seriously fucked up and I won’t lie to you about it’ look, it’s a look that previously Alexia had used on Mapi, before Ingrid, before Mapi got her shit together.
She leaves Alexia to wallow in her hangover and depression, deep down Mapi knows it’s what's best, even if it hurts her, she knows from personal experience that sometimes it’s best to hold yourself accountable for your actions, and she knows Alexia will.
Alexia manages to tug her clothes off, the items harbouring memories that make Alexia gag, she manages to crawl into the unfamiliar sheets of the bed and tumble into an alcohol induced sleep.
It’s not a good sleep, the kind of sleep where no matter how long you stay unconscious for, you seem like you are teetering on the edge of waking up again.
It’s why Alexia can’t sleep anything past 6am, which is her normal wake up time, on every day but a Monday, Monday’s are the one day of the week where Alexia allows herself to sleep in, because typically the only thing that happens on a Monday is video review in the afternoon, but that had been cancelled because Jona had some family commitment.
She crawls out of bed, finding a spare hoodie and shorts on the dresser in the room and tugging them on before walking into the living room.
To her surprise, Ingrid is already sitting at the kitchen table, a steaming mug of coffee in her hands, Bagheera in her lap and a laptop sitting on the counter in front of her.
“There is coffee in the pot.”
Ingrid’s voice is stiff, something so unusual for the brunette, normally she is all things warm and kind, it’s why Alexia believes she compliments Maria so well, she mellows out all of Mapi’s bluntness and contradictiveness.
Alexia tiptoes over to the pot, pouring herself a cup and then tentatively taking a seat at the table after Ingrid eyeballed the seat beside her.
She closes the laptop once Alexia has sat down, all of the Norwegians attention turning to Alexia, unfortunately.
“What you did last night was quite frankly disgusting. Your wife, my best friend, has put seven years of her life into you, you fall on her for anything you like, everything in your relationship is her problem, and for whatever reason she puts up with it, I know if it was me I wouldn’t put up with an inch of it, but she does, because that's who she is. She was holding on to one thing, you give away every single part of you, but she had something, a little piece of hope and last night you took it away from her. In fact, you practically stomped on that hope right in front of her. You don’t deserve her, you don’t deserve to walk on the ground that she does. I don’t care if you're my captain, or that you are La Reina or Alexia Putellas, you do not get to treat the person that loves you very most in the world like a piece of lint on a sweater. You dust her off at every single opportunity you can, and she just sits by, allowing you to, because she loves you, a lot more than you deserve.”
Alexia tries to say something, agree with Ingrid, because she does agree, everything Ingrid is saying is true, Ingrid stops her though, continuing her rant.
“For whatever reason, one I do not understand, she loves you, she talks about you like you created the moon and the stars, you make her happier than anybody else. That is why I am telling you that you have to make this right. Fuck Jenni, fuck you, fuck your fucked up ways. You need to fix this because she is going to be broken if you just give up. If anyone deserves to have their heart broken it’s you, so I don’t care if you have to die for her, you owe her that for all of the shit that you’ve forced her to put up with over the years. Last night might have been the straw that broke the camel's back, but you’ve been disloyal in every single way besides cheating up until last night, and if you love her at all, you will make it right. Nobody deserves to be loved more than she does, and if you don’t prove to her that you love her then she will spend every minute left of her life on earth gutted about it.”
Ingrid’s words are cut throat, so brutal that it takes Alexia a few seconds to absorb them all.
“Ingrid, she told me that she wanted a divorce, that she didn’t want to be married to a woman who broke vows, I can’t blatantly disregard her wants.”
Ingrid just rolled her eyes.
“Of course she doesn’t, so prove to her that you aren’t that woman, that it was a mistake and that it will never happen again, and I swear to every single god that exists that if it ever happens again, mark my words, you will be six feet under and nobody will be finding your body, understood?”
It’s a threat that normally Alexia would find humorous, but the way Ingrid says it makes Alexia fairly certain that the Norwegian is fairly serious. Ingrid is innocent, Ingrid is a sweetheart, Ingrid is kittens and all things sweet and nice, apparently until you hurt someone she loves.
“Do you know where she is?”
Ingrid takes a deep sip from her coffee.
“I talked to Keira and Lucy last night, they took her back to their apartment, said she was practically catatonic and refused to speak to them, just cried and sat on their couch with Narla.”
It’s a sad image, the pit of guilt in Alexia’s stomach only seems to continue to grow the more information she’s fed.
“They live two blocks away from here, right?”
Ingrid nods hesitantly, with the confirmation Alexia is shooting out of her seat, rushing towards the door of Mapi and Ingrid’s apartment, Ingrid is far to tired and fed up with the whole situation to try and stop her, even with the negative feeling that’s pooling up in her gut, she figures Alexia is a big girl though, and if she’s going to make time to atone for her sins there's no time like the present.
Alexia’s fast paced walk is fueled by one thing: fear.
Fear she’s lost you forever, fear she’s made the biggest mistake in her life, fear that one stupid fucking kiss could be the end of her life as she knows it.
It doesn’t take her very long to navigate her way through the Barcelona streets to Lucy’s apartment, Alexia and Barcelona are practically synonymous.
She grew up on these streets, she knows them better than anything in the world, she knows them better than she knows you.
Which almost makes her hurl, at what point did her wife, her lover, her heart become somebody that she doesn’t know, when did you stop becoming her priority?
Find myself at your door
Just like all those times before
I’m not sure how I got here
All roads, they lead me here
I imagine you are home
In your room, all alone
And you open your eyes into mine
Everything feels better
Alexia somehow finds her way to Keira and Lucy’s apartment, she’s been her hundreds of times, team bonding, dinners, movie nights, coffee catch ups. Lucy and Keira are also two people who you heavily rely on, often Alexia’s innately grateful for the two of them, because she can always trust that whilst the two of you are separated for national duties that you are in good company.
She knocks on the door, powerful, unyielding, confident. All things that Alexia is definitely not feeling.
She waits a maximum of three seconds, before she’s met with a frazzled looking Keira, who is still dressed in her pyjamas and looks like she hasn’t slept a single bit.
“Leave.”
Keira’s voice is scratchy, dry and weirdly fearful.
“I need to talk to my wife.”
Alexia doesn’t know why she uses the honorific, she hardly ever refers to you as anything but your name, but it's some sort of safety blanket for herself, a reminder that technically, according to a piece of paper the two of you are still married.
“Alexia, leave, she doesn’t want to see you and I don’t want you to get hurt when my girlfriend finds out you are here.”
Alexia grimaces at the thought of Lucy, who she knows will have far less restraint then Ingrid and Maria when it comes to defending your honour.
She relents though, Alexia has walked out the door one too many times, she knows it, and she won’t allow this time to be just another time that Alexia’s failed to show up for you.
“Keira, I won’t leave until I get to see her.”
Keira rakes her hand through the roots of her hair.
“Look, she’s been torn up about what happened all night, didn’t catch a wink of sleep, neither did Luce or I because we were so worried that if we left her she’d jump off our balcony or do something stupid. I’m sure you didn’t sleep well either, so how about you come back tomorrow or something, when she’s feeling up to it.”
Alexia pities Keira just a little bit, it’s Alexia’s fault that she looks like shit, everything is Alexia’s fault.
“Keira, please, I just need to see her, I know I fucked up, trust me, nobody knows it more than I do, I just need to see her, and apologise. You can kick me out afterwards, just please, let me say my peace.”
Keira’s jaw sets, and for a moment Alexia sees a different side to Keira, it scares her just a little bit.
“I hardly think you deserve any of her time, you don’t deserve her time or forgiveness.”
Alexia is about to agree with Keira, but the both of them are silenced by a voice.
“Kei, let her say what she has to say.”
And right before your eyes
I’m breaking
No past, no reasons
Just you and I
Just the sight of you brings tears to Alexia’s eyes.
There are big, puffy, red bags underneath your eyes, your makeup from the previous night smeared and mixed all over yourself.
You look so incredibly raw, like a piece of art, and it pains Alexia so much that she’s the reason for all of your pain, that her fucked up decisions have made you so broken.
“We’re waiting.”
Alexia’s brain snaps into order, all of her thoughts circulating as she tries to articulate what she needs to say to you.
This is the last time I’m asking you this
Put my name at the top of your list
This is the last time I’m asking you why
You break my heart in the blink of an eye, eye, eye
You find yourself at my door
Like all those times before
“Please, I know I fucked up last night. And it’s not the first time that I’ve put myself above you in the last little while, and you deserve better, you deserve so much better. But I do love you, I loved you enough to marry you, I loved you enough to make you a Putellas and I don’t regret that. I don’t love Jenni, I don’t want her, I don’t think about her like I think about you. I know, I broke your heart, a heart that I promised I would protect, that I’d care for. I know that I’ve asked too much of you, asked for you to forgive me of too much, you deserve better. Please, let this be the last time, I promise, I swear on my mothers life, that if you give me a chance, I will make this the last time. I know we’ve been here hundreds of times, and you have no reason to trust me, but please, give me a chance.”
Your facial expression doesn’t change, it’s spacey, sort of like you’re on a different wavelength.
Alexia’s toes are scuffing against the doormat, her hand resting on the door frame as she looks at you, with tears and desperation in her eyes.
“Little while? Alexia the last time you told me you loved me when it wasn’t for cameras or show was two years ago. When we took the trip to Ibiza before your break out season started, as soon as the award started rolling in, I didn’t matter, how could I? I didn’t marry La Reina, I married Alexia Putellas Segura, the woman who loved me, you aren’t that person anymore.”
You wear your best apology
But I was there to watch you leave
And all the times I let you in
Just for you to go again
Disappear when you come back
Everything is better
“Please, Y/n/n.”
Your face is unwavering, and for once Alexia doesn’t feel weak for being the one breaking down, it feels deserved, considering how many times the tables have been turned and you’ve broken down in front of Alexia because of her words and actions.
“No, you do not get to show up here with some perfect fucking apology to try and worm your way back into my life. It’s not fair Alexia Putellas, because you know I love you, you know that I would follow you to the ends of the earth, you know that I would give up every single part of myself for you. But I have watched you walk out the door so many times, and every single time I’ve let you back in, I’ve let you disappear whenever its been most convenient for you and act like everything is fine when you return. I put up with that, because I am a good fucking wife and I love you, more than is healthy. You are my everything, you are my world, and I would have died knowing you didn’t love me as much, because loving you was enough for me. But knowing that you loved Jenni enough to give her something so sacred to me, it felt like you ripped my heart out of my chest and cut it to pieces in front of my eyes. The worst part is, I still fucking love you, you could kill a hundred people or move to Antarctica and it wouldn’t matter, because I love you, unconditionally and it hurts. So please, for me, walk away, because if you don’t I’ll forgive you, and then you’ll worm your way back into my life, and it’ll hurt even more because I’ll be going against my beliefs and wishes.”
And right before your eyes
I’m aching
Run fast, nowhere to hide
Just you and me
Suddenly, tears are dripping down Alexia’s face, it hurts so bad to hear what you are saying, it feels like she’s being stabbed.
Having you hate Alexia is one thing, but having you love her but ask her to leave is the worst possible thing.
Alexia wants to runa way from the door, to leave you, leave this awkward fucking situation which Keira is directly in the middle of, but she can’t, not when your staring at Alexia like it’s physically hurting you to do so.
This is the last time I’m asking you this
Put my name at the top of your list
This is the last time I’m asking you why
You break my heart in the blink of an eye, eye, eye
“Please just let this be the last time, let it be the last time I fuck up, let this be the last time I hurt you.”
Alexia’s voice is pleading, begging, hoping.
“Sure, this is the last time you hurt me, this is the last time, because there won’t be any more times between us, we’re done Alexia.”
This is the last time you tell me I've got it wrong
This is the last time I say it's been you all along
This is the last time I let you in my door
This is the last time, I won't hurt you anymore
Alexia is balling now, big, wet, fat tears sloppily falling down her face as she processes the emotions and current conversation.
“Alexia, it’s been you all along for me, and I was okay with that, even if it was painful, even if you could never reciprocate. But this is the last time I open my door to you, this is the last time you hurt me. So leave, please, don’t make this any harder than it has to be.”
Alexia’s feet feel rooted to the floor, her toes curling into the doormat below her feet.
“Alexia, leave, before we call security.”
It’s Lucy’s bigger body, now shielding you from Alexia that sends the order, and before Alexia can say anything more, the door of the apartment is slammed in her face, and she’s left standing in front of a white door, with tears streaming down her face as she mourns her marriage that’s slipped out from under her, all because she was fucking stupid.
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can u do a thing where the gang (separately) hurts the reader on accident like hitting them a bit to hard or pushing them by accident, and what they would do?
Summary: The Outsiders accidentally hurting you while playfighting
Warnings: small angst
Author's Note: none
PONYBOY CURTIS
Pony isn't that big on play fighting since he doesn't even enjoy real fighting and only does it because of the gang
However, if you get him happy enough he'll indulge in a little bit of play fighting, but it mostly consists of shoving
One time you two were play fighting on the couch, you sitting in front of him and he accidentally pushed you off and you hit your head.
He's immediately apologizing and helping you back up, getting you an ice pack and swaddling you in blankets.
JOHNNY CADE
Johnny also doesn't prefer play fighting but he'll do it once and a while because sometimes he gets cuteness aggression
He'll squeeze you and pick you up a bunch, that's how he play fights, but sometimes he gets harsh
He accidentally dropped you when he pick you up and you hurt your back. You were trying to hold back tears because it hurt so bad so you just laid there
He was so apologetic, helping you up, getting you tissues and apologizing over and over.
SODAPOP CURTIS
Sodapop is more into play fighting, he tries his best not to hurt you but he likes wrestling with you and throwing weak punches.
However once he punched you right in the gut, hard. And it knocked the wind out of you.
He didn't realize at first until you were coughing and gasping for air and he became so apologetic
He was rubbing your back, getting you water, doing everything to make you feel better.
STEVE RANDLE
Steve likes to play fight quite a bit, he finds it cute to do it with you, it usual consists of the same things as Soda.
Injuries while play fighting with Steve are common, since he doesn't gage how much you can take very well
One time he accidentally wrestled you to hard and pulled your muscle, you had to yell out to tell him to stop
He's so sorry and he's giving helping you with your sore muscle afterwards, he feels so apologetic if you complain about it being sore.
TWO-BIT MATHEWS
Two loooves to play fight, it's part of his love language and he tries to do it every single time he's alone with you
He likes wrestling with you and tickling you but he's really good at knowing when to stop.
When he once put you in a chokehold and held you a little longer than you expected you started to freak out, anxiously tapping and shoving at his arm.
Once he realized he immediately let's go, hugs you tightly to calm you down and apologizes profusely.
DARRY CURTIS
Darry rarely play fights with you, he knows you're not part of his gang and can't handle it like one of them can
He'll pick you up once and a while if you're being defiant but never anything more or anything harsh.
Once he picked you up to move you out of his way when he accidentally stressed your arm.
He stopped doing stuff after that because he cannot handle hurting you, even if you tell him it's ok it'll take a while to get him to come around.
DALLAS WINSTON
Dallas likes to play fight but hates when you call it play fighting or tell others that he likes it because he thinks it's childish.
He'll push you around, especially when he's "flirting" with you and throwing a few soft punches here or there.
If he hurts you, he won't take responsibility for it, he just says that you're weak and you need to get stronger
He won't apologize either, but he will get softer with you and even take you out for a smoke and a milkshake.
#shroomsroom#clara'sroom#the outsiders x reader#dallas winston x reader#dally winston x reader#johnny cade x reader#steve randle x reader#sodapop curtis x reader#darrel curtis x reader#darry curtis x reader#two bit mathews x reader#two bit matthews x reader#two bit x reader#ponyboy x reader#ponyboy curtis x reader#pony curtis x reader
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I MET MICHAEL SHEEN. 16/03/24, National Theatre
So, if you've read my post about booking tickets to see Michael, you know all about my what-ifs. But the day was finally here.
I arrived at the National Theatre, followed all the Nye signs and here's the Olivier Theatre. I made my sister buy me the show's programme, hoping I would be able to get it signed.
I find my seat, I'm not in the centre but the stage still feels very close and you can see everything (amphitheatres are always the best).
Lights out. The audience is in religious silence. Can't believe I'm actually here, this is happening.
[skip this part in smaller font, if you want to avoid spoilers] In the words of Staged, he really loses himself in his roles. First of all, it's great to hear him speak in a Welsh accent.
But then we also see him turning back into a child, and you can totally believe he's young and innocent again. His stutter feels so real, his struggle and sadness too. The entire ensamble is great during the classroom scene, where they all help Nye against their bullying teacher (using those big canes to make him look scary really works). Hearing young Nye confessing that at times he thinks he 'shouldn't exist' because of who he is was a gut punch; Michael's delivery of that whole part is incredible, in that moment he really becomes a little boy that allows himself to feel vulnerable and says something dark to a friend. The way he jumps while saying "I can visualise and enunciate!" made me wanna jump too, he was ready to give up and then he found the solution through books, it's the joy and relief you feel when you realise that there is another way and your life is not over.
Now, I've watched musicals all my life and let me tell you that man is meant to be in one. He opened his mouth and all I could see was someone that had been waiting a long time for the occasion to show his talent, truly showstopping. He was so free and happy and confident, singing and dancing spectacularly. I couldn't stop smiling and giggling, we all clapped.
It's clear he means every word he says, and when he points and shouts his political arguments at the audience, those who feel called out must be shaking; I thought 'This is how people in Ancient Greece must have felt everytime they went to the theatre'. His Nye is inspiring, passionate, someone you'd want to follow, he stands up for what he believes in and lets nothing get in his way.
We get to watch him flirt, on all fours, waggling his 'tail'; everytime we think we've seen all he's capable of, he does something like this and surprises us.
But most of all, we see him being scared, first of having to do something, and then of not being able to do enough for all of us. At one point everyone has requests for Nye and I was expecting him to shout "Heal yourselves!" like Jesus in JCS, it totally conveyed what it must have been like to be in his role at the time, overwhelmed with daunting responsibilities.
In general, I appreciated the fact that it wasn't a linear biography, they chose life moments that have universal situations everyone can relate too, like they do in bio-musicals. I loved the staging. The colour palette is so recognisable; the curtains and the beds are used in many different ways so everything is explored at its full potential.
He is on stage basically all the time for more than two hours (sometimes twice a day, can you imagine?). Also barefoot and in his pajamas from start to finish, he looks like a teddy bear you just want to hug and protect.
He bows, looks at Nye's achievements, then leaves the stage.
Standing ovation, applause. I go back to the theatre lobby, I was supposed to wait for my sister, but she's late. Meanwhile, a fan asks me how to get to the Stage Door. I start too fear that I'm going to miss my chance if I keep waiting inside, so I decide to go on my own. After no more than 5 minutes, he's outside with us. Forget Nye, I am living my fever dream. He has just finished his second show of the day and yet he's smiling and listening to each and every one, signing and taking pictures. I know many have said this, but he really is an angel.
My sister arrives, and as soon as I'm sure she has the camera ready, I make my way to him. The two girls next to me who were speaking to him needed a pen and I lent them my sharpie, so I got my chance to look generous in front of him.
And suddently it was my turn. This is as much as my scrambled mind allows me to remember: I tell him I'm Francesca and I'm from Italy, he asks me how long I am going to stay, I confess that I had arrived that morning and just to see him, that I would be leaving already the following morning. I can't even focus while he's signing my programme, I just want to find the right words. I manage to say how I enjoyed seeing his passion, all these different sides of him and how watching him sing and dance has been the highlight of my evening. We take a picture together, I feel his hand on my shoulder and I realise my arm is around the waist of this person I love. I had to thank him again, telling him that he only deserves good things and that we are so lucky to have him. He wishes me a safe trip home, and I melt. I leave and I can't stop trembling. On my way back to the hotel I hold on tight to my signed programme and the sharpie that was in his hands just moments earlier. Only later I will realise that he's also written 'Ciao!', 'love' and 'X', without me asking for it or anything! Seeing him act live was a big gift already, but what followed outside was beyond my dreams. I can't look at the photos without blushing, the way he looks at me in the video and then also strokes my arm for a moment, I mean pinch me now.
The more I think about it, the more I can't believe it happened.
I want to thank everyone that under my first post pushed me and encouraged me to see the pros of doing this, I share this beautiful moment of my life with all of you. <3
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Short White Knight: Sometimes, a hug can make your day better.
Jaune opens The Door. Its still 8pm but he feels like all weight of the world is on his shoulders. Work on Beacon today was harsh.
Jaune: Im home.
Weiss: Welcome home. *she comes from The bedroom, kissing Jaune in the cheek* How was work today?
Jaune: Tiring. *He puts his mallet beside The Sofa.* I feel so tired... This was a very bad day.
Weiss: How so?
Jaune: First someone tried to steal The mallet, then i had to deal with Cardin, and Yang accidentaly punched my guts and-
suddenly, Weiss hugs Jaune. He looks at her confused, until she says:
Weiss: Ruby always says a hug can make a day go better. *she looks at him* How do you feel?
Jaune: To be honest? *He hugs her back* i think i need more time like this.
Weiss Smiles, as Jaune lifts her from The ground, hugging her with need. They dont care about how many time they are like this. They just care about embracing and comforting eachother.
They just want to be happy.
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I like to imagine a world where Order 66 happened differently, in the same scenario where we have Cal Kenobi.
Things kind of go the same way as in canon, but Cal is at the Temple resting after some minor injury, he is just chilling in the Crèche with the little ones and he starts to feel his brother's presence in the Force.
Immediately he knows that something is wrong, where Ani's presence used to feel like a warm and strong hug, but now it feels just like a punch in the guts. Hurtful and angry, but somehow sad beneath all the wrath.
And it's coming in their direction.
The force screams in his mind to run, to hide, and to don't trust anyone. So that's what he does, while the masters are going frenetic about something, he just shuts them off and guides the most amount of kids that he can outside.
Unfortunately, not all of them are going to follow. Then he hears the screaming.
They run to some ship nearby and take off, Cal is a pretty good pilot thanks to Ani's teaching, so they are able to fly off.
But now Cal doesn't know what to do or where to go, that's when the recording of his mom shows up.
His mom somehow looks even more tired than during battles, the message tells then to hide and avoid the Temple, to not trust the clones.
How could he not trust the clones?
The men that has been taking care of his and his mom, teaching everything that he knows. Being like fathers to him, even being called dad by him on accident sometimes.
Now they are the danger?
Cal is confused and scared, lost alongside ten other kids in a ship with no destination.
So he waits for his mom to get to him, something he knows that's he always do.
#star wars#cal kestis#codywan#headcanon#obi wan kenobi#commander cody#order 66#anakin skywalker#mama obiwan
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The Lonely Souls Club 8
Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as stalking, loneliness, noncon, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.
This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.
Summary: Two lost souls cross, but not all those are lost, want to be found.
Characters: Bucky Barnes
Note: told you i had the itch.
As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. I will do my best to answer all I can. I’m trying to get better at keeping up so thanks everyone for staying with me.
Your feedback will help in this and future works (and WiPs, I haven’t forgotten those!)
I love you all immensely. Take care. 💖
Bucky
He lifts her with one arm. His real arm. She fits it perfectly. He carries her to the bed, feeling her rattle with barely restrained sobs. He lays her down and she yelps, her hand brushing his chest as she reaches to her hip.
“I’m sorry, I hurt you,” he hovers over her, his heart pumping hotly.
“No, no,” she groans and writhes in agony, “no, it’s... me. It always... hurts.”
He frowns. He feels that pain. They may have fixed him but there’s still pain. He can take a punch, even from a train on a track, but he still feels all of it. Most of all, he feels what’s missing. The part of him that isn’t there.
“Can I get you anything?” He asks. “Do you need to eat? Water?”
“Please, just leave me,” she begs and hugs a pillow, “please, I don’t want you to see me like this.”
“Doll,” the word slips from his lips, it tastes like sugar, but he can’t help but choke. He inhales and lets it out slowly, “I can’t leave you alone. It’s my job to help those in need. You need me.”
She looks at him and it’s like he’s been hit right in the gut. She’s beautiful. Her face is streaked with tears, her hair unkempt, and her eyes gleam with pain, but to him, she’s immaculate.
“Why?” She asks. “How... how did you find me?”
He’s struck again. He falters just a little bit. He thinks of telling her the truth. Of telling her everything. He can’t. If he does, she’ll be afraid. He couldn’t take that. He couldn’t handle her looking at him like everyone else does.
“Sometimes we just find who we’re meant to,” he says and believes it.
She sniffles and squeezes the pillow tighter. She rests her cheek against the top and stares off at the wall. He knows even talking is too much for her right now.
He goes to the door and picks up his arm. He looks down at the black and gold vibranium as he pulls shut the inner door, the outer one is broken. He lays his prosthetic on the corner of the bed, out of her way, and pauses to feel the thin mattress. He puts pressure on it and the frame creaks. Not good enough.
He stands straight and goes into the kitchen. The counter is cleared. He opens the cupboard and sees it all. She calls his name but he ignores her. Why was she so upset? It’s more than just her hip. He pulls out the box of macaroni. Inside, the packet of cheese is divided into three separate baggies, the noodles too.
He squints and puts it back. He takes out the oats and the rice. It’s all the same. It’s all portioned down but not nearly enough to sate. She’s rationing. He sets the boxes back and grabs the sugar dish. It’s empty. The box of green tea has only three packets left. Tea is an appetite suppressant; she’s gone through it so fast, he can guess why.
His heart drops. He ate more than this in the 30s. A mayo sandwich was much more appetizing than a quarter packets of quick oats. He looks around and nears the fridge.
“Bucky, please, don’t,” she calls to him. He stops. There’s a piece of paper under the magnet.
‘After review, your government allowance has been recalculated...’
He swipes the paper from under the magnet and reads it. They took more than a quarter of her usual stipend. How could they do that? He saw her shopping cart, he’s seen how she eats, how she lives. Why would they do this to her?
He wants to tear it up but he knows that won’t change anything. She continues to groan on the fold out bed, the frame squeaking with her sobs. He peers over at the bathroom door. He doesn’t need to look inside at the grimy shower barely big enough for her.
None of this is good enough for her. She’s all alone here. And now they’re trying to starve her out. That’s what they do. If you’re not useful, they abandon you.
Fuck that.
He marches around the couch and searches around. He grabs an empty tote hanging by the door and goes to the little plastic drawers. He reaches inside and stuffs as much into the bag as he can. She babbles his name. She sits up, watching him.
“What are you doing?”
He doesn’t answer. He can’t. He’s so fucking angry, he might scream and he doesn’t want to frighten her. He strides across the basement apartment and into the bathroom. He grabs her toothbrush, her brush, whatever he can. He opens the cabinet and finds the pill bottles. Two tablets. The rest are empty.
He comes back out and takes his arm off the worn mattress. He snaps it in place and throws a blanket over her. She whimpers as she gapes at him. He hooks the bag over his shoulder and scoops her up, keeping the blanket snug around her.
“Wait, Bucky, what’s happening?” She whines.
“You can’t stay here,” he says as he feels around until he finds the top of her cane. He grips it and turns it in his grip, angling it with him as he moves around the couch.
“No, what—where are you taking me?”
“You deserve better.”
“Please, Bucky,” she murmurs, “I...”
“I don’t judge you, doll,” he goes to the door and works around her to open it, “I judge those bastards.”
“What do you mean?”
“I lost my god—my arm for those people. I went to war. I went through hell,” he growls as he stomps out, stopping short as he sees the motorcycle parked outside. Shit. She can’t ride that. “But they gave me a new arm, they gave me a new life, but what did they do for you?”
She gulps and he hears her heart pick up. She’s embarrassed. She shouldn’t be.
“I told you, I help those who need me,” he takes her down the alleyway. “It’s okay to need people.”
He comes out to pavement and looks up and down the street. He’ll get a cab. That’s the easiest way. He’d walk but she needs to lay down. She needs a hot bath and a proper bed. She’s suffered enough.
Reader
Bucky waves the cane from under you and finally hails a cab. He approaches with you in his arms and you keep your head down. You feel like everyone’s staring. That’s what they do when he’s around.
He gets you in the back seat and rearranges you with the bag and your cane. There’s a tick in his jaw that worries you. You’ve seen that in men before. You’re distracted from the reminder as your hip pangs again.
You shakily buckle your seat belt as the driver shifts into gear and joins the slow stream of New York traffic. Bucky sits slightly forward, the seat belt straining on his chest, watching through the windshield impatiently. His fingertips tap together as his lips move noiselessly.
“Bucky,” you say his name.
He looks over at you and the tension drains from his jaw, “hey, doll, sorry I... I’m just thinking. You need something?”
“Where are we going?” You ask again.
He tilts his head, his brows lowering, “home.”
“Your place?” You ask as you shift and rub your hip.
He nods, “yeah, my place.”
“Oh.”
“Oh?” He echoes.
“Why?”
He looks away and his cheeks tug down, “I saw the letter. The food. You... you can’t live like that.”
“But--”
“I told you,” he grits. “No more arguing. You need to relax. If you keep tensing up, you’re only gonna make it worse.”
He’s right. You sniff and try to ease your muscles. The slow crawl of traffic has you jerking with the driver’s brakes. Bucky warns him to take it easy.
When at last you reach your destination, he pays and tips the driver. He gets you to the edge of the seat, taking the bag and cane too. You wave him off and grab the cane. He lets you have it and you stand. You stumble and grab onto him with your other hand to get up on the curb.
Your gait is stunted, more than usual as each step sends a ripple through your hip. You look up at the walk-up and stop at the bottom of the steep stairs. You stare at them, defeated.
“I’ll get you up,” he says.
You hang your head, “it’s just gonna be one thing after another. Can’t do this, can’t do that... take me home.”
He ignores you and wraps his arm around your back. He urges you onward, supporting most of your weight as you climb. You get to the top and he punches in a code on a keypad beneath the door handle. It opens and he angles you inside.
It’s a nice place. A townhouse. The kind you could never afford. The walls have that vintage brick look and the floors are real hardwood. The front room is plaster painted in sky blue and the trim matches the floors. It’s all so much nicer than your life. You feel even less welcome.
“Come on, I’ll take you upstairs,” he says as he finishes unlacing his boots. You have only your socks on.
“Upstairs?” You repeat.
“Bathtub is up there,” he says. He stands and puts his arms out, “can I?”
You look away and nod. You can’t do any more stairs. He lifts you carefully and you rest the can over you. He carries you up the stairs and down the hall. You weigh nothing in his arms.
“The room next to this, that’s mine. I’ll change the bedding, put your bag in there.”
“What?”
“Yeah, I—I don’t sleep in there. I don’t really sleep at all,” he takes you into the bathroom and sits you carefully on the toilet seat. “It’s not too far. If you need anything, say my name.” He stands up and puts his hands on my hips, “you don’t even gotta yell. I can hear through the walls.”
You look up at him. How could you forget how special he is. He has that serum in him.
“Okay.”
He looks over at the tub and chews his lip, “you... you good?”
“I can manage,” you realise he’s asking if you need help.
“Well, when you get out, don’t hesitate to call for help.”
“I’ll be alright.”
“You know,” he begins abruptly, even before you finish the last syllable, “I don’t think any of what you think I do. You’re not weak. You remind me of the strongest person I know, you might’ve heard of him,” he scoffs, “Steve Rogers. Not Cap, Steven Grant Rogers. Skinny kid I grew up with in Brooklyn. Weighed as much as a piece of hay. He didn’t need the serum. He was strong. Like you.”
You want to laugh. You put your head down and sigh, “that’s nice--”
“I’m not lying to you. I wouldn’t lie to you,” he says.
You feel more tears tingling. You rub your cheek and glance over at the tub. The thought of a bath and is intoxicating. Just a little relief.
“Thank you, Bucky,” you say, “you really didn’t have to do all this.”
“I did,” he insists, “someone shoulda done it sooner but the world ain’t what it used to be. Neighbours aren’t your neighbours.”
“It’s not... It’s my problem--”
“It’s not a problem,” he says. “I’ll bring in a fresh towel before you hop in.”
#bucky barnes#dark buck barnes#dark!bucky barnes#bucky barnes x reader#series#fic#the lonely souls club#marvel#mcu#avengers#falcon and the winter soldier#captain america#dark fic#dark!fic
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PJO PRIDE HEADCANONS PT 2
• Castor was pansexual while Pollux is on the aro spec (demiromantic). Whenever Castor had a crush, Pollux would insist his twin could do better, or that they were "okay."
• Holly and Laurel compete in everything and if they ever end up crushing on the same person, it will also be a competition. Whoever can give them the best flowers, best date, etc. Essentially who can win the person's heart.
• If they crush on different people, the competition changes to who took their partner out on a better date.
• Nyssa is sapphic or unlabeled, probably just content with her work though she can point out a cute girl when she sees one.
• Chris Rodriguez is a bisexual, ambiamorous icon. (Ambiamorous is having more than 1 partner only if the person you're dating is okay with it. You don't mind not having more than one partner.)
• ^ Chris, Beckendorf, Silena, & Clarisse were definitely a polycule and when Silena and Beckendorf died, Chris & Clarisse got a tattoo with all 4 of their initials inside of a heart on their chests. (Clarisse won't ever say anything about it or admit to it.)
• Everyone thinks that because Butch is an Iris kid, he has to be LGBTQ+, but in reality he is just their biggest ally. He thinks the LGBTQ+ campers are extremely brave and admires them.
• But there's also trans Butch which I've started to like a lot
• Most campers think Connor is bisexual, but he's actually demi. He just likes to confuse them even more because he only hangs up the MLM flag.
• Connor tried to ask Malcolm out through a prank, because that's how Travis asked Katie out and it worked for them.
• Travis and Katie are Bi4Bi
• Clovis isn't labeled, so many (young) campers just think he's hetero. He's not awake long enough to care.
Warning: Leeluke below, don't like, don't look 👍
• Lee was the one to ask Luke out after 3 months of them flirting
• Luke fell first, but Lee fell harder
• Lee was pansexual, Luke was bisexual
• Luke always had his arm wrapped around Lee's waist or shoulder because Lee had so many people crushing on him due to his nurturing nature.
• Luke's betrayal was like a punch to the gut to Lee because the boy didn't leave anything for him. Not a note, goodbye, nothing.
• Lee saw Luke one final time before his death in BotL. It was right before SoM.
• For the first time in years, Lee had gone home for the school year, and Luke showed up outside his school. Lee punched him in the face before hugging him. It was an entire show for the courtyard. They spent the day enjoying each other's company. At the end of it, Luke told him everything he planned on doing, and said when Kronos rose, he'd come back for Lee.
• When Luke entered Elysium, Lee refused to talk to him at all. So many of his younger siblings had entered and he was rightfully upset.
• It took them 8 months before they could even be in the same room, but Luke had changed for the better and if it wasn't doing things to Lee's unbeating heart.
• Lee fell first this time, or maybe he had never really stopped falling, and asked Luke out, asked for a second chance for them.
• Turns out, second chances are worth it sometimes. Michael's jaw dropped when he saw and ranted endlessly, but Lee was happy that Luke had changed in the end.
• "Ain't no way I DIED and you're out here FORGIVING HIM!!!" - Michael Yew
• "I LEFT MY BOYFRIEND, LEE!!!"
• "And you can wait for him, Michael."
• "Bitch."
#leeluke#except it lowkey became a ministory#and michael yew cameo#castor pjo#pollux pjo#holly pjo#laurel pjo#nyssa barrera#chris rodriguez#butch pjo#ruegard#connor stoll#tratie#clovis#lee fletcher#luke castellan#travis stoll#pjo#percy jackon and the olympians#headcanon
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Baji Keisuke x Male Reader
Type: Angst to Fluff. (enemies to lovers)
"Can you finally notice me!?"
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Baji Keisuke and You literally ALWAYS hated each other. Neither of you knew why, maybe because one was better at fighting than the other? Maybe because of behavior? Who knows.
Unfortunately, Mikey took a liking to you very quickly when you were all kids, which meant that you had to see the brunette with canine teeth every day. And this made the whole situation even worse, Baji often insults and interrupt you when you were talking about something, he hit you for no reason, which most often caused fights between you and him. So Draken, together with Mitsuya, had to pull you away from each other.
But after a while, when you were both 13 years old. You noticed that Baji started behaving strangely. I mean, weirder than usual.
A boy with black hair and canine teeth sometimes, even often, glanced at you out of the corner of his eye when he thought you weren't looking. He stopped insulting you and interrupting you while you were telling stories to others, and instead listened to you with buttery eyes.
That.was.weird.as.fuck.
Maybe someone just hit him in the head too hard during the fight? If so, it must have been a REALLY hard hit because Baji is acting like some kind of puppy around you. You don't even look like you're enemies anymore! Which terrified both you and the rest.
(Timeskip. You and Baji are 15 years old)
You were walking somewhere near Musashi Shrine, it was already after the Toman meeting, so all you could do was walk slowly home. But after literally a few minutes of walking, someone punched you in the face. You fell to the ground because you didn't expect this attack, but you knew exactly WHO hit you. Baji Keisuke.
Only he's able to punch you in the jaw hard enough to make something crack, so it's pretty obvious that the perpetrator is Baji. You got to your feet with a pissed off face, ready to punch Baji back. But when you saw the boy looking down at the floor and his long hair covering his face and cheeks which were now as red as a tomato. You instantly frozen.
The boy looked at you with an irritated, even angry expression. Then he gritted his teeth and shouted at your face:
- Can you finally notice me!? - his cheeks became redder than before after he shouted it loudly and clearly. You were surprised and confused. What did he mean by that?
He always hates you, bully you and fights with you. So what was this sentence supposed to mean?
- What was that supposed to mean, Baji? Are you playing with me again, do you want to get a good punch in your face or something? - You said with a frustrated tone, looking at the other teen with confused and angry expression. Baji was even more angry and frustrated than before after your answer, he looked like he wanted to say something but didn't have the guts to do so.
After a minute, he quickly grabbed you by the collar of your gang uniform and pulled you towards him to place his cold lips on yours. This made you make a surprised noise. What the hell is going on here!? You thought in your head as Baji continued to kiss you gently on the lips. After a while, you returned the kiss, your heart was beating like crazy and a slight blush appeared on your cheeks. You didn't understand why you felt this way. You were supposed to hate each other... right?
Your lips separated from each other after a minute or two. You both looked deep into each other's eyes in silence until Baji broke it and said, panting slightly.
- I love you, idiot! Is it so hard to notice...? - he said at the end, more quietly and softly. He then grabbed your waist and hugged you tightly, burying his face in your shoulder to hide his blush.
Maybe being enemies paid off?
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Hiya!!
so I finished my first oneshot, which I think sucks 💀👍 but I hope not that much.
#Tokyo Revengers x male reader#baji keisuke#male reader#gay#enemies to lovers#fluff#angst with a happy ending#oneshot#dom male reader
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Alastor x gn! Morningstar! reader
Warning:angst,greif, anger, character death
Everything stopped. You’re beloved, the love of your life died a second time as he faded into the shadows because of Adam. Rage filled inside you, rage like nothing you have ever felt before. Alastor was always your safe place, your sanctuary. The one person who you could unapologetically be yourself around without receiving any judgement or criticism. He loved you unconditionally and he was gone in the blink of an eye. You always admired his confidence but it led to his demise thinking that him and his own weapon would be enough to defeat the angels.
Why didn’t he just use an angelic weapon? It didn’t matter now, what’s done is done and there’s no turning back. You can still make Adam suffer just as much as he made you. Blinded by rage, you grabbed an angelic sword with one thought on your mind. Alastor will have his peace. You charged at Adam taking him by surprise, before he had time to react you stabbed his stomach. You twisted the sword in his gut making it as painful as possible.
You pulled out the sword making Adam fall, letting his wounds get infected. You didn’t care, you towered over him and punched him in the face letting all your pain and grief making sure that he felt the same as you did. You continued to punch him and punch him even after Adam was nothing but a corpse. You were so invested with causing Adam pain that you didn’t notice your friends and family surrounding you with concern on their faces until someone put a hand on your shoulder snapping you out of it. You looked to see who it was and saw your dad kneeling next to. “Dad…” you trailed off not finding the right words to say. Without saying a word Lucifer pulled you into a hug and the barrier broke.
You sobbed into his shoulder clutching his shirt like he was your life line. Your little sister, Charlie, joined the hug too. It has bee so long since you last let yourself cry, you took care of your father after your mom left taking Charlie with her because he was a mess. You had so much pressure placed upon you being the first born and being the future ruler of Hell. You never allowed yourself to show any real genuine emotion until you and Alastor became close. He’s gone now but you always have Charlie and Lucifer. Sometimes you just need a reminder of that.
#charlie hazbin hotel#hazbin hotel#alastor x reader#alastor x you#alastor x y/n#morningstar reader#lucifer morningstar#hazbin hotel lucifer#hazbin lucifer#lucifer x reader#charlie morningstar#hazbin charlie
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TADC HEADCANON LIST (With some illustrations >:-]])
This list is purely for silly purposes!!! If yall have different hcs, feel free to discuss em and all that!!
CW!!!! ALCOHOL AND MARIJUANA MENTIONS
Kinger’s fascination with an “insect collection” is just based on him being a game developer in the real world (Thank you Matpat for that one)
Jax knows a surprising amount about bugs
Pomni almost got gaslit into believing her name was “Pom-Pom”
^ it was Jax's fault, he thought it was super funny
Ragatha occasionally has the same issue as Sally from The Nightmare Before Christmas, albeit with less stitching back together!!!!
Jax has asked for alcohol many times, Caine has only fallen for getting him some four or so times.
Ragatha occasionally lightly punches Jax to get him to shut up (Usually in the side, arms, or stomach)
^ Getting punched in the gut usually ends up winding Jax quite a bit
Kinger has had his hands replaced upwards of 100 times in his years in the digital circus!!!! (Usually things like the Zooble situation cause him to fully lose his hands)
Caine loves a good maze!!!!!!
Zooble, much like Jax, has asked for weed, but because there aren't as many fun names for it, it hasn't worked as well as Jax tricking Caine for alcohol
Pomni is a fidgeter, usually seen squeezing onto her own clothing and shifting on her feet
Pomni used to be very regular to swearing before the circus
Caine ended up being lectured by Pomni that it's not normal to watch people sleep, he thought it was something humans were used to because of what parents and mothers do for babies
Gangle owns multiple body pillows, she had to explain she doesn't own them for any other reason than to have something to properly hug onto
^ Jax was the one that teased her into explaining it
^ Gangle ended up crying from embarrassment
^ Aaaand Ragatha ended up steppin in to help first
Jax ended up flipping off the camera one time during the weekly mandated theme song, and since Caine didn't have a built in censor-sensor for that, he got away with it the one time.
Caine sometimes has to go through major bug patches, and starts speaking gibberish during the update....
Pomni, despite having bells on her costume, is amazing at stealth
Jax plays the most annoying peacemaker possible, but does a good job at it
Kinger often makes references to pop culture items and series, but nobody gets the point, mostly because nobody can remember quite where any of it comes from (And neither does he)
^ Pomni has gotten close to remembering
^ So has Zooble
Kinger is no stranger to fun wordplay!!
Bubble is the ai with the least amount of idle animations and the least coding going into his dialogue.
Pomni is an amazing singer, despite her anxious cadence when she talks plainly.
^ She also has a great voice to soothe people with when she isn't on the verge of a breakdown
OKAY THATS IT BYEEEEE
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