#you guys are delusional like me i like it i like it

[piastrisun]

the second account.

pairings: franco colapinto + singer female reader.

summary: after franco accidentally exposes his secret twitter account, fans accuse him of being delusional about his supposed relationship with you.

faceclaim: malina weissman.⠀warning: none.

request: could you make a franco and singer!reader where he "shows off" his girlfriend on his secret twitter acc but her fans don't believe him so she decides to surprise them by finally making a music video of "bed chem" casting him?

notes: messy dates, as usual. a brief use of gracie abrams for the music video part. and i know franco would put everything in spanish but it had to be in english for u guys. thank you so much for the request, i had a lot of fun making it. :)

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translations: “every time she sings i forget how to breath, do you guys think it’s a medical condition” “my pretty princess” “check out her eyes, dude” “good morning to my girlfriend and my girlfriend only” “i’m head over heels for her what do i do” “no one sings like she does, man”

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yndaily day 1 of using @/francolapinto’s tweets as captions: “imagine waking up and the first thing you see is yn’s face. a dream for you, a reality for me”

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username NOOOO THIS IS SO FUNNY PLS KEEP THIS GOING

username1 if i looked like this, i’d just walk around expecting people to fall in love with me

username2 franco is gonna see this and panic

username3 petition for this to become a daily series until he acknowledges it

username4 it’s crazy how all his tweets work as captions bc he’s LITERALLY a yn fanpage

username5 okay but why is she actually the most beautiful person alive

yourusername i fully support this, keep going

username6 she’s so chronically online IM CRYING

username7 SHES INSANE LMAOOOO

username8 @/francolapinto i get you man

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43updates @yndaily has inspired us to start talking about franco the way he tweets about yn, wish us luck

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43updates guys what if i’m actually yn and i’m doing this to bother him

username9 i’ve never seen you and yn on the same room

43updates 👀

43updates joke it can’t be me, i’m clearly unemployed… like SOMEONE I KNOW

username8 PLEASE let’s make him experience the secret account treatment

username7 he has created monsters i fear

francolapinto i suddenly understand how this might have looked from the outside, PARAAÁ

francolapinto but i mean, if you’re gonna do it, go all in. but NO ONE, can talk about me the way i talk about her

username6 LMAO, yeah okay, ‘her’, you mean the girl you run a fan account for?

username5 are u confirming or denying this i’m confused

username4 girl we need receipts, you look delusional

username3 we’ve been through this already, no one believes you 😭😭

username2 franco finally getting a taste of his own medicine

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yourusername bed chem video drops tomorrow!! 🌟 i couldn’t be more excited for you all to see it. it’s one of my favorite projects yet, and i had the best co-star.

also, since you guys are basically detectives. yes, this is my boyfriend. yes, he’s been running an account to talk about me this whole time. and no, i did not ask him to do that. but i was aware of it and i love him.

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yourusername p.s. he’s been mentally preparing for this moment since the second account incident. be nice to him!!!!

francolapinto please!! i’ve suffered enough

username NO WAY i need a moment

username2 SHE JUST SAID IT LIKE IT WAS NOTHING HELLO??? 😭

username3 “yes, this is my boyfriend” GIRL I HAVE BEEN HAVING A MELTDOWN FOR WEEKS

yoursister you two are perfect together!! 🥹

francolapinto but seriously, every day with you is my favorite. you already know that, but saying it here too just in case, te amo 🤍 ♥︎ liked by author

yourusername i’ll put you in my pocket starting now, te amo más <3

username3 forget it when i said this was one sided…

oliviarodrigo need all the behind-the-scenes footage!!

francolapinto also hi. yes boyfriend here, happy to be included!! ♥︎ liked by author

francolapinto and for the record, my account was NOT a fan account. it was a highly curated appreciation page. there’s a difference

username4 five comments from him, he’s so obsessed 😭😭

username4 the way we all thought he was a lovesick fan and turns out he was just a boyfriend with too much free time

francolapinto i’m trying to not take any offence by this

username5 this is the funniest celebrity hard launch ever

alex_albon wow. shocking. so unexpected. truly a plot twist.

yourusername ❓

username6 she’s so funny for that caption 😭😭

username7 he was running a whole stan account for his own girlfriend and she just let him

username8 his twitter account was a love letter, i’m gonna be sick

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©⠀piastrisun original work. please don’t translate, claim or repost any of my writing, 25’.

[daddy-dotcom]

Sports Car

Red!Clark x Female Reader

Warnings: smut, fingering, unprotected p in v, maybe like 1 swear word?

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To say that Clark had been acting strange was an understatement. The once wholesome farm boy was now mouthing off to teachers and riding around on a motorcycle. It was almost as if his personality had done a complete 180 overnight. However, this sudden change had almost no effect on your massive crush on Clark. If anything, his new persona had only increased the amount of salacious thoughts that ran through your mind as you stared at him during class. You chalked up all of his typical chivalrous acts to him just being a nice guy. But his longing glances and lingering touches made you think that just maybe, he might feel the same way about you.

As the bell signaling the end of class rung, you were making your way out of the room until a familiar husky voice stopped you dead in your tracks.

"You're looking nice today, Y/N."

You turned around to see none other than Clark Kent sitting nonchalantly on a desk, eyeing you up and down as if you were on display just for him. Was it delusional to think that he was checking you out?

"That skirt fits you real nice, Y/N." He rose from the desk and walked closer, almost too close, to where you were standing, frozen in place.

"You wear that just for me?" he asked, now inches from your face. Up close, you could see his blushy cheeks and perfect dimples. His pouty red lips that you had daydreamed about looking more kissable than ever. Stunned by his brazen attempts at flirting with you, you paused a minute to consider your response.

"Maybe I did," you reply, shy smile forming on your face. Clark, in turn, began to smile back. It wasn't his usual earnest grin. This time, a sly, knowing smile had overtaken him.

"I knew it," he began, "I always notice you glancing over at me during class when you think I'm not watching."

Your eyes widened as weight of Clark's revelation hit you. Maybe your secret crush wasn't such a secret after all.

"Relax, Y/N," he assured you before leaning in close, "I've been watching you too." He took both of your hands in his before continuing.

"Look, Y/N, I've had feelings for you for a long time, and I know you have feelings for me too. So I think we should stop pretending."

Unsure of what to make of his confession, you ask "so, what? Is this supposed to be some all new Clark Kent?"

"That depends, do you like him?" he quips before pressing his lips to yours. You let him kiss you, hoping that this is one dream that you'll never wake up from. He cups your cheek with one hand while using his other to steady you at the waist. His touch even more dizzying than before. Your hands press on his chest to confirm that this is all really happening before he pulls away.

"You wanna go for a ride?" he asks. While you'd assumed he meant a ride in his car, you fervently nodded in reply, down for whatever he had in mind.

Clark took your hand and led you through the hallways and out to the parking lot, only to find a red sports car with the letters LEX XIV spelled out on the license plate. Confused, you raised an eyebrow and asked Clark, "what happened to the big red pickup?"

"Figured I needed an upgrade if I was going to be driving around with the prettiest girl in school."

Just then, you felt a surge of heat creep up to your cheeks and down to your core. He motions for you to get in the car and you oblige without a second thought. You barely had a moment to fasten your seatbelt before the engine revved and Clark took off. His driving was erratic which had you gripping the “oh shit” handle and squeezing your eyes shut. You could feel the car swerving and you just prayed to God you made it to wherever you were headed. Sensing your uneasiness, Clark's hand found its way from the steering wheel to your bare thigh. Between the new jacket, the car, his behavior, you didn’t know what to make of him. Is it bad that you liked this version of Clark? He was bold and daring and not afraid to make a move, which was exactly what you both needed.

As you made your way further and further down the backroads of Smallville, Clark's hand made its way further and further up your thigh. The tension in the car becoming unbearable as you spread your legs just enough to let him snake his hand up to your soaked panties. Delighted by the surprise, a wicked grin began to form on Clark's face.

"Wow baby, all this for me?" he teased. A breathy "mhmm" was all you could muster at this point because his fingers had pushed their way past your panties and into you. "Why don't we see how wet you can really get?"

He drove another mile or two before abruptly pulling off the road down a dirt path. When he finally parked the car, we were in an empty field just past a thick covering of trees. You moaned at the loss of contact from his fingers, but you could barely comprehend what was happening before his lips smashed into yours. His left hand tugged forcefully on your hair while his right hand went straight for your lips. Before he could even ask, you sucked your own juices off of his fingers.

"Such a good girl," he cooed as he removed his fingers. "Come here baby," he said, reaching for your waist with one hand and pulling you onto his lap with an insane amount of strength.

"We could share one seat,"

"Clark, who even are you right now? What is this" you giggled, pointing between the two of you.

He let out a chuckle of his own before replying, "I think you know what this is." And just like that, his lips were attacking you once more. This time, his kisses trailed from your lips down to your neck with his hands firmly gripping your ass. While his lips got to work on your neck, his hands pushed your skirt all the way up to your waist. You were both a mess of grunts and whines as your hips ground against each other in perfect sync. Inspired by Clark's bold actions, you took matters into your own hands and began unhooking his belt.

"Woah somebody's eager," he teased as his cock sprung free from his boxers. God it was even bigger than you’d imagined all those times you daydreamed about him during class.

"Shut up," you shot back before finally sinking down onto his length. It was at this moment that you lost all control in the situation. Your hips were bound by Clark's tight grasp and he drilled into you from underneath. He was fucking you with such fervor that you had grip onto his broad shoulders to steady yourself.

"Oh my god, Clark!" you practically screamed.

"Not so shy anymore are you, Y/N?"

Growing accustomed to his pace, you began to grind down on his cock as he railed you from below.

"Fuck, Clark, you're gonna make me cum," you groaned.

"I know baby, just let it out for me." His words were enough to send you over the edge, with his name tumbling out of your mouth and your juices completely soaking his lower half. But Clark was relentless. He kept pounding into you until finally you felt his cum coating your insides.

"Jesus, Y/N, I didn't know you had that in you."

"There's a lot you don't know about me, Clark."

"We're gonna have a lot of fun together aren't we?" he slurred. You pressed a chaste kiss to his lips before replying, "definitely. . .but we should probably get the car cleaned up before returning it to Lex."

"I wouldn't worry about it, I don't think he'll be getting this car back for a while." ;)

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AN: this is my first time writing for Smallville Clark Kent and it was inspired by a tate mcrae song that I’m currently obsessed with. lmk how I did <3

[sylus-doll]

Synopsis: Sylus has always lived a lonely life, unfamiliar with pleasant company. Being with you again is something he must get used to. He's learning how to, and so are you.

Warnings: Lowkey doesn't make sense because the author is exhausted but wanted to churn something out for you guys. Also mentions of blood. Might be a little angsty.

Author's note: I've gotten busy recently, so I won't be able to write as often. Sorry! I come bearing lowkey dependant Sylus. Comments and reblogs are appreciated! <3

Throughout his life, Sylus has spent all his time alone. No one would count enemies as company, even if they do trail him and keep an eye on his every move. They were the ones who wanted to see him fall off his throne; cause and spectate his suffering. A walking target. Sure, he had Mephisto and the twins he took under his wing... But could a mechanical bird count as a friend? Or a pair of twins who work directly under him, following his commands? No, that is obedience.

Sylus did not have anyone to call his own. No one to trade secrets with or share his warmth. And in turn it has made him cold, self-reliant, for he cannot trust in another person. He had never learned how. But he takes comfort in the teachings he does know— the ones of his only love. Melodies dance in the air, a comforting tune. He attempts to hum along, taking pride in the fact that he is able to unlike the past. A respite he is allowed to have in this harsh world.

When the both of you are reunited— albeit, unknowingly on your part— Sylus is at a loss. He had thought that you, too, would remember the past just as he did. Yet you stare into his eyes with the guarded malice of a stranger. It is a gaze he should be used to by now. And he is... Just not from you. Where has his beloved's familiar softness gone? Only your fierce claws and teeth remain. Sylus does not know how to fix this. He was never taught to build relationships or tenderly lower defenses with the patience of a saint.

Your relationship is rocky at first; like oil and water. Both of your lives are completely different from the other. With the Hunter Association actively hunting down Sylus, whatever you have with him is illegal. Forbidden. Although... Surely they would not mind if you stuck around? Gathering intel for them could be useful in the future. This is fine, you are simply using him, you are not delusional. Humans have always desired for what they cannot have.

“You're sticking around for intel on Onychinus? Well then, be my guest. Don't be shy when using me.” Sylus's sardonic smile is etched into your mind.

He tells no one that being of use to you is the only way he knows how to keep you close to him.

Be disgusted, you will yourself. Be repulsed, resent him for all he has done and will do. You will only come to regret being so entangled with his life. This is insane and you are supposed to be a good, law-abiding citizen of Linkon. A hunter. Yet you cannot help feeling like prey— engulfed by a predator who kills and comes back to you with blood soaked hands. Most times, even his own. How will you ever learn to hate someone who learned to be vulnerable with you?

Over time, you start to notice that Sylus is quite... lonely. You are the only one who checks up on him, through text or call. The only one who visits, who teases and jokes, who surprises. You, you, you. Comfortable and happy with someone so dangerous. So of course he eventually craves your presence in your absence. Sylus will make up whatever excuse, put himself in any situation, just to be able to spend some time with you. When it ends, he is distraught.

“You're abandoning me when I'm no longer useful to you? Your skill in being heartless is assuring.” His tone is teasing, as always. But his eyes hold a far-off melancholy.

It feels as though your heart has been punctured with shattered pieces of a fragile thing.

“Abandon? You're sorely mistaken. Useful or not, you're stuck with me, you have no other choice.” You reach out, grabbing his hand.

Something new for Sylus to learn; that you will not throw him away when he does not serve any purpose to you. You are his companion— his beloved who cares for and loves him. Not because you owe him or as an obligation. Simply because you do. And you are both still learning. It will be okay. Having each other means neither of you will ever have to face the cruelties of this world alone.

[noorpersona]

Jealously: Tsukishima

Tsukishima had never been the jealous type.

Or so he liked to believe.

But as he stood a few feet away from you at the museum’s fundraising gala, swirling the last bit of whiskey in his glass, he couldn’t help the slow simmer of irritation building in his chest.

Some guy—some obnoxiously confident guy—was standing way too close to you.

Tsukishima watched as the man leaned in just slightly, flashing a charming grin, his hand gesturing a little too animatedly for whatever mindless conversation he was trying to impress you with. You were polite, nodding at whatever he was saying, but Tsukishima caught the way your fingers curled slightly against the fabric of your dress—the telltale sign that you were uncomfortable.

His jaw clenched.

Tsukishima was a logical man. He knew you weren’t interested, knew you were his in every way that mattered—but that didn’t stop the irrational flicker of annoyance coursing through him.

So he drained the rest of his drink, set the glass down on the nearest table, and made his way over.

“Excuse me,” his voice came out smooth, a fraction lower than usual as he slid an arm around your waist, pulling you firmly against his side. His hand rested just above your hip, fingers pressing into the fabric of your dress in a silent claim. Mine.

You blinked up at him, momentarily surprised, before a small smile tugged at your lips.

The man, however, didn’t seem to take the hint. “Oh, I was just having a great conversation with—”

“She’s not interested.”

There was no venom in Tsukishima’s tone—just a matter-of-fact finality that left no room for argument.

The man blinked, looking between the two of you before finally stepping back with a sheepish laugh. “Ah… right. My mistake.”

He made some excuse to leave, and as soon as he was out of earshot, you turned to Tsukishima with an amused look. “Jealous, Kei?”

He scoffed, adjusting his glasses. “You’re delusional.”

“Oh, sure,” you teased, poking at his chest. “That wasn’t possessiveness at all.”

Tsukishima exhaled sharply, but his arm around your waist didn’t loosen. If anything, his grip on you tightened.

“…I just didn’t like how he was looking at you,” he muttered.

Your teasing softened. Tilting your head, you leaned up, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth.

“I only look at you, you know.”

Tsukishima’s eyes flickered to yours, something unreadable behind his gaze. Then, as if satisfied with your answer, he let out a small “Tch,” and pulled you even closer.

“…Good.”

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Are You Sure It's Just A Childhood Friend? Pt. 2

pairing: hannigram x male reader tags: blood, violence, kidnapping, delusional stalker, reader is just oblivious and kinda a dumbass, misunderstandings, hannigram to the rescue, slight manipulation

Nathan Carter was the root of many of your current problems. You didn’t see it that way at first—it was easier to view him as the innocent victim in all of this than admit he was the antagonists to many arguments between you, Hannibal, and Will as of late. Why couldn't your lovers discern that your feverous defensiveness about your friend wasn't rooted in some puppy love from eons ago, but because Nathan was the only person who had your back in childhood?

You weren't always this confident, friendly guy—rather, it was the opposite. Growing up hadn’t been kind; neglect at home and bullying at school shaped you into a simmering ball of resentment. No one really liked you, let alone tried to befriend you.

Except Nathan.

He was the popular kid, the golden boy who could have chosen any friend group he wanted. And yet, he chose you. He sat next to you in the cafeteria even when everyone else avoided your scowl. Offered to share lunch when you didn’t have enough to eat. Defended you when some jerk in the locker room decided to corner you. Nathan Carter was your first real friend. So when Hannibal and Will began to not-so--subtly refer to him as dangerous, you grew upset.

An elaborate dinner at Hannibal’s house was supposed to be a moment of calm. The chandelier cast warm light over the polished table, the aroma of braised lamb and herbed vegetables filling the room. Yet you couldn't cut into the meat; your lovers were sat stiffly, and while they didn't speak words, their body language spoke volumes.

"So, you sent all afternoon with Nathan—again. Any particular reason?" Will's knuckles were white, clenching around the fork.

You exhaled, fighting the urge to roll your eyes. “We met for coffee, Will. I told you this already.”

“And you cancelled our lunch together for this coffee.” Hannibal said smoothly, but with a reproachful undertone.

Heat flared in your cheeks. “Look, I know you both worry about me, but Nathan is an old friend. He’s not some threat. Why can’t either of you see that?”

Will set down his fork with a heavy clink. “Because the lines he crosses aren’t as innocent as you think. Did he even let you breathe without hovering?”

Your defensiveness spiked. “As if what you're doing is any different. I can't spend time with Nathan without you guys making it out to seem like some nefarious crime. Wy don't you trust me when I say that Nathan isn't dangerous? He sees me as a brother—"

"Yeah, right. A brother who he wants to fuck—"

You stand abruptly, the chair scraping against the hardwood floor with an unpleasant squeal. Your heart pounds against your ribs, fueled by frustration and disbelief. It isn’t fair that Hannibal and Will—of all people—are accusing you of lacking judgment. They, who have taught you so much about yourself, who have seen every dark corner of your past, are now painting you as naive for trusting your oldest friend.

"I can't with you." Your voice shakes, but you won't be weak in front of them. Storming out of the room, you pulled on your jacket from the coat rack and slammed the front door. It was petty on your behalf and when you've calmed down, Hannibal would surely punish you for such a childish act, but you didn't care at that moment.

Sitting in your vehicle and against better judgment, you call Nathan. If Hannibal and Will are so against you seeing your friend, you figure you might as well give them something to argue about.

Nathan picks up on the second ring. His cheerful tone filters through the speaker, a welcome salve on your raw emotions. You tell him about the fight and how upset you are, letting the words tumble out before you can stop yourself.

“You want to come over?” Nathan offers. There’s a thread of concern in his voice. “You sound like you could use a break.”

Hesitating only a moment, you find yourself agreeing. You’re too riled up to go back to Hannibal’s place right now—face them in their silent disapproval. Maybe if you spend some time with Nathan, blow off steam, you can calm your mind enough to reason with your lovers later.

Nathan’s apartment building is on the other side of the city—far enough that you can collect your thoughts in the drive. By the time you pull up, night has settled in, a cold hush over the streets. He’s waiting at the door, a gentle smile on his face.

“Hey,” he greets, ushering you inside quickly as though he’s afraid you’ll be stolen away. “You look stressed.”

“No kidding.” Your sigh echoes in the narrow hallway. “I’m sorry for unloading on you. It’s just…they won’t listen.”

Nathan’s hand lingers on your shoulder, warm and comforting. You don’t even register the flicker of something intense in his eyes. “Don’t apologize. You know I’ve always got your back.”

It’s so familiar, so safe. The same words he used to say in high school when it felt like the whole world was against you.

The living area is cozy, albeit a touch messy—littered with boxes of old photos, clothes half-stuffed in bins, and crumpled papers you suspect are half-finished songs or sketches. Nathan offers you a soda, then sits close. You vent about Hannibal and Will, how they keep pushing you away from him. The anger still simmers in your chest.

“They’re controlling, you know,” Nathan says. “They might say they trust you, but they clearly don’t.”

You frown. “It’s not like that. They’re just…protective.”

Nathan smiles, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. “If they were protecting you, they wouldn’t forbid you from seeing me.”

“It’s not forbidden,” you protest, though you recall Will’s white-knuckled grip on his fork, Hannibal’s reproachful stare. “They just disapprove.”

He snorts. “Disapprove of what? Our friendship? Or that you’re spending time away from them? Think about it.”

Suddenly, you feel a spike of guilt. Am I being manipulated? By whom?

You push the thought aside. Nathan is your friend—your first friend. “Look, maybe I should go.” You stand, anxious to put distance between yourself and that unwavering gaze. “I appreciate your concern, but I—”

Nathan’s grip circles your wrist. It’s not enough to hurt, but it startles you. “What if you stay the night? Just crash here. I don’t want you to go back and get into another fight.”

You hesitate, scanning his face. He looks so earnest. Maybe Hannibal and Will are overreacting. Then again, the small alarm in the back of your head tells you something feels off.

The memory of their accusations—“He wants to fuck you”—floats across your mind. You swallow hard, unsure whether your lovers’ suspicions have clouded your perception, or if you should be genuinely concerned.

Against your better judgment, you nod.

Sunlight pries into your eyes the next morning. You blink groggily; the couch is lumpy under your back. Nathan is nowhere in sight. The last thing you remember is him offering you a pillow and blanket. You stand and stretch, looking for your phone to text Hannibal and Will. Maybe you’ll ask to meet for breakfast, try to fix things.

But your phone isn’t on the coffee table—or in your pocket. You feel a flutter of concern, searching the cushions.

Suddenly, a sharp prick hits your neck. A sting, like a bee. You wheel around, heart pounding. Nathan’s face is blurred by your panic; you try to shout, but the world blurs at the edges before turning dark.

You come to with a throbbing headache. Your wrists are bound with sturdy rope, ankles secured to a chair. It’s cold. As your eyes adjust, you realize you’re in what looks like a warehouse, empty except for scattered crates. Fear crashes over you in a dizzy wave.

Nathan steps out from behind one of the crates. The golden boy you remember is gone; now he looks haggard, eyes wild with determination.

“You’re finally awake,” he says, voice trembling with excitement. “I’m sorry for that, but I had to get you away from them.” His expression twists. “They don’t deserve you. You’ve been stuck under their thumb, and you can’t even see it.”

Anger flares, but it’s mixed with panic. “Nathan, what the hell is this? Untie me right now!”

He flinches at your tone. “I’m doing this for you,” he insists, stepping closer to cup your cheek. You jerk away in disgust and fear. “Once you understand how toxic they are, you’ll see this was necessary. We can be happy, just like we dreamed when we were kids.”

Those old fantasies you shared—running away from your crappy hometown, setting up a life somewhere that nobody could bother you—surge to mind. But never like this. Your stomach churns.

“They’ll come for me,” you say, voice tight with anger. “And you’ll regret it.”

A humorless chuckle escapes him. “Let them come. They can’t take you from me.”

Hours pass—or maybe days. You lose track in the cramped warehouse. Nathan’s desperation grows clearer by the minute. He alternates between trying to feed you and ranting about how Will and Hannibal brainwashed you.

Meanwhile, fear gnaws at your chest. You wonder if Hannibal and Will have any idea where you are. They’re going to find me. You cling to that hope.

When the sound of a door sliding open echoes across the space, your heart leaps. Nathan stiffens, spinning toward the entrance. Two figures step through: Hannibal’s dark eyes sweep over the scene calmly, while Will moves with visible tension. They found you.

You feel relief and a stab of shame. Relief that you might be saved, shame that you let it get this far. Nathan’s face twists in fury. “Stay back!” He brandishes a small knife—he must have snatched it from one of the crates. “I won’t let you control him any longer.”

Will’s hands spread, placating. “Nathan, you don’t want to do this.”

Hannibal’s gaze is cold and assessing. His voice, as smooth as ever, slices through the tension. “You’ve made a very poor choice, Mr. Carter.”

For a moment, it’s silent. Nathan glances your way, desperation plain in his eyes. “Don’t you see?” he pleads. “They’re going to twist you around their fingers again. I’m the only one who cares about your freedom.”

You’re too frightened to speak—too overwhelmed by relief at seeing Will and Hannibal alive and well, come to rescue you. But part of you wonders if Nathan is right about anything. Are you simply bouncing from one controlling force to another?

Will moves first, stepping slowly toward you. Nathan raises the knife. “Don’t!” he hisses.

Hannibal, swift as a predator, seizes the distraction. He springs forward, twisting Nathan’s wrist with a calculated efficiency. The knife clatters to the ground. With a smooth, practiced motion, Hannibal wrenches Nathan’s arm behind his back, forcing him onto his knees.

It happens so quickly you barely comprehend the motion until Nathan’s strangled cry rings out. Will strides to your side, untying you with nimble hands. Your wrists throb as blood rushes back through them.

“Are you hurt?” Will’s voice is urgent, eyes scanning you for injuries.

“I’m okay,” you manage, though your heart still hammers in your chest. “Just scared.”

Nathan sputters in pain. Before you can blink, Hannibal’s hand shifts, a flash of steel at Nathan’s throat—a scalpel or small blade he must have concealed in his coat.

“Hannibal—!” you shout.

He doesn’t give you time to protest. In one swift motion, he slices across Nathan’s throat. It’s almost surgical—clean and precise. A gasp, a gargle, then Nathan collapses in a dark pool of blood. You choke back a cry, hands flying to your mouth, your entire body shaking.

Will, behind you, grips your shoulders firmly as though to keep you from collapsing. “It’s over,” he murmurs, pressing his chest against your back, caging you in. “He won’t hurt you again.”

You swallow hard, an uncomfortable mix of horror and relief swirling in your gut. Nathan is dead. Your oldest friend—gone.

It’s all a blur after that. Hannibal and Will work methodically. They pull you out of the warehouse, bundle you into Hannibal’s car. You drift in and out of focus, shock settling over you like a weighted blanket.

By the time you realize what’s happening, you’re back at Hannibal’s house, seated on his leather sofa, a warm blanket draped around your shoulders. The tang of antiseptic is in the air; Hannibal must have cleaned up the small wounds on your wrists. There’s a cup of tea on the table.

Will kneels in front of you, gently lifting your hands in his. “Look at me,” he says softly.

Your gaze meets his. His eyes are full of concern and possessiveness. “You’re safe,” he repeats. “We took care of it.”

Tears prick at your eyes—grief, shock, everything. “You—you killed him.”

“He was going to kill you,” Hannibal says from behind Will. “He was unhinged.”

You try to speak, but your throat is dry. “I just…I didn’t think it would end like this.”

Hannibal’s steady hand comes to rest on your shoulder. “He gave us no choice. You are ours to protect.” Something about his words sets off a low alarm bell in the back of your mind—ours to protect—and yet you’re too mentally and physically exhausted to resist. Instinctively, you lean into Will’s touch as he holds your gaze.

“You see now why we were concerned,” Will continues gently, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear. “Nathan was unstable.”

Your chest tightens. You want to protest—Nathan wasn’t always like this. But the warehouse, the rope around your wrists, and the knife… You can’t deny the truth of what happened.

“Trust us from now on,” Hannibal murmurs, stepping closer. His voice is almost hypnotic, as it has been so many times before. “We know what’s best for you. This could have been avoided.”

Will presses a soft kiss to the back of your hand. “No more secrets between us,” he says. “Promise?”

A thousand emotions war in your mind: guilt over Nathan’s death, relief you weren’t left with him, fear of the shadows that linger in Hannibal and Will’s presence, and a strange comfort in their unwavering devotion.

You let out a shuddering breath, your words trembling. “I promise.”

They exchange a glance above you—something satisfied and knowing passes between them. You are too drained to question it.

Time blurs together in the aftermath. Hannibal and Will close ranks, tightening their hold on you—under the guise of protecting and caring for you, which, on the surface, is exactly what they’re doing.

Your life slides into a controlled calm. You no longer go out without telling them where you’re going. You keep your phone on at all times. You relinquish little freedoms you didn’t even realize you had. It’s all part of feeling “safe,” they say, after such a traumatic event.

The strangest part: You allow it. Because you can still feel the ropes biting into your skin, taste the fear that soaked your tongue when Nathan loomed over you. You can’t forget his final, desperate plea. Was he right about anything? Maybe. But that’s a question you bury under the comfort of Will’s arms, the security of Hannibal’s unwavering presence.

In the end, the lines blur. You’re not sure if you’re truly free, or simply trading one set of chains for another. But you push that doubt deep down, because here, in Hannibal’s house, you’re warm and alive—and that’s enough for you right now.

They’re your lovers, your protectors, and in a way, your captors. Yet you lean into their touch all the same.

After all, they know what’s best for you.

[sakura-hitomi]

You know, you do you. Somehow I am the bad guy right? You posting anti-snape on my pro Snape comment on a pro Snape message. But sure, I'm the immature one.

If you want to feel better about yourself, a person that hates the entire HP list of characters yet says something on an HP message, clearly negative, you do you.

It's like a waste of oxygen really. You're also very much delusional painting me as the bad guy when you began. Just know that.

"James Potter is a hero because he tried to protect his family from Voldemort."

Isn’t that literally what any father and husband would do for his wife and child? Why do you have to elevate acts of basic decency to the level of heroism? What kind of shitty parents did you have?

[receivedhope]

i donnnnttttttttt like masc boring just some guy kurt of season 5 onwards, i really dont... the "he became actually confident and was able to stop relying on outlandish clothes as a crutch!!!" is reaaaally unsatisfying and lazy to me. it's like the visual equivalent of kurt getting into nyada with being alive (REAL song that shows SOUL because he is not wearing LAMÉ PANTS!) vs getting rejected for ntbnd (embracing yourself as effeminate and weird and gay is #cringe fuck kurt all my homies hate kurt) because having the message and conclusion for a character who was always an outsider and bullied relentlessly because of it to be that he should've just assimilated into society better is not good.

just as how kurt being shown that he needs to sing the song everyone picks ad nauseam in order to achieve anything is unsatisfying (and unfair) to his character, so is the message that real confidence can only shine through from within if you look indistinguishable from everyone else.

"but he is SO good that his being alive version is superior" true. probably. i still don't like it.

i would literally not care this much about his sharp 180 fashion change if it was not established to be such a huge part of his character previously.

not to mention that so many of his clothing choices before (especially in s1-2) were purposeful and sometimes relevant to the story itself. i can't even pretend there is any secret code to Pants and Shirt combo #31, not even with my delusional quest to find meaning to every kurt scene ever in mind.

i thought we learned this in laryngitis. i thought we learned this in the dalton arc.

[emmaaxomarie]

Hello my lovely i hope you are well 💞

Could i request something cute and fluffy? I'm thinking with 90's Nikki and 21 year old female reader? You can do whatever you feel like I'm just in the mood for something adorable hehe! 😚 Much love gorgeous 🫶

hello hello gorgeous <3 anything for you!

lets go down the rabbit hole and get more delusional together!

⋆. 𐙚 ˚cutie pie⋆. 𐙚 ˚

nikki sixx x female reader

i can't think of a single plot so i'm going to give you different scenarios that run through my mind 24/7 🧸ྀི

nikki would 100% call you every single pet name under the sun. i personality feel his favorites are "baby girl" "princess" "baby" "babe" and on special occasions, "little girl" ❥

he is an extremely jealous guy, and especially because of the age gap between the two of you, it only fuels him ten times more. even though nikki wouldn't let you out of his sight, almost follow you like a lost puppy, he is very clingy but with his clinginess comes sweetness!

baby girl, you are just the cutest, you're my girl right? yeah you are!

god i can't get enough of you baby.

hey! where are you going? did i say you can leave me?

he can not and will not keep his hands off of you, finding any excuse just to have his grip on you, let everyone know you are his.

many people find it shocking but nikki is very much the romantic type, he would treat you like an absolute queen! leave you little notes around the house, making sure he's on your mind while he's out working on music in the studio.

ah how can i forget! without hesitation, during every single one of his breaks, he would pick up the phone and call you. he needs to hear the sound of your voice or he will die, well not literally, but it would feel as though he is, you are the answer to all of his prayers.

hey sweetheart, i have some time to spare right now, how is my good girl doing?

you miss me? hahaha i miss you way more!

i don't understand how you do it, your voice gets me so hard, please keep talking to me. (whoops couldn't help myself.)

────୨ৎ────

when it comes to nikki having some free time, he always dedicates those days for you.

as soon as he comes home from working his ass off, dealing with nonsense and all the bullshit that comes with making music, he runs, not walks, runs to you!

guess who has the next few days off! i'm taking you out tonight, i was thinking maybe 7ish, does that sound good to you baby?

oh! wear that black sexy dress i got you the other day, you look so fucking good in it!

🎀🫶🏻💌💓

before my mind goes into overdrive, ill stop here for now BHAHA! hope you enjoyed what i wrote for you beautiful <3 my inbox is always open, please feel free to send me more requests!

[sillychatonnoir]

I hate when people is like "Oh, Luka, when he was akumatized, he was always nice to Marinette. He even declared his love for her! And when Adrien was akumatized, what did he do? He killed her! So Luka is much better, I don't know why you like Adrien 😒"

Well, alright, first of all, as a recollection of being a lovesquare, lukanette, lukadrien AND MOSTLY a lukadrinette shipper... How dare you?

Second: tell me you didn't understand the Chat Blanc episode without telling me you didn't understand the episode???? Adrien didn't kill anyone on purpose, if anything he was trying to destroy himself to not having to choose between THE LOVE OF HIS LIFE and HIS FATHER and things got out of hand because he didn't understand the reach of his akumatized powers, he was in great distress finding out about hard truths about his mom and his dad. Then when past Ladybug went, yes, he attacked but he was desperate, he killed the whole world, he had been alone for MONTHS, every day losing a little bit more of his sanity when your regular akuma is already emotionally unstable, blaming Adrien and thinking he is a bad boyfriend to Marinette just because he couldn’t keep it together after all that shit show makes no sense. And even then, you could argue he wasn't actually trying to fight Marinette that hard. He had plenty of chances to straight up kill her, and he didn't. Genuinely, I want to see y'all going through ALL OF THAT and not losing your minds.

I think Luka is a perfect guy, honestly, and Marinette and him work sooooo well together. They're comfortable with each other, Luka is super understanding, Marinette clearly loved Luka, maybe still loves him a little (maybe this is me being delusional, anyways) BUT!!!! when he was Silencer, Marinette wasn't his objective. Part of it was that he was angry on her behalf because of her stolen designs. Silencer had no reason to attack Marinette because part of his purpose was protecting her, so I don't think you can seriously compare Chat Blanc with Silencer, ever.

You can ship whatever you want, but it makes me sooo angry when people need to bring up arguments that don't make any sense just to say that their ship is better. Maybe let's not shit on other people's ships???? "Luka is better" this "Adrien is better" that, well, maybe Adrien and Luka kiss and then they go to kiss Marinette, have you ever thought about that?

[nobodysavemysoulitsperfectlyfine]

The seven as perfumes/colognes/vaguely smelling substances except I don't know anything about formulas

Note that these are probably not real things you can put in a perfume this is for fun.

Also I got a lot of this from Reddit.

Percy: Top notes would be some sort of sweet like vanilla bean, Middle notes would include seaspray and tropical fruits, and base notes would probably be a nice honey, cocoa or brown sugar sorta thing. According to my research (scrolling through Pinterest) these are typically scents you find in women's perfume.

And to assume that Percy Jackson gives a fuck about what he smells like as long as it's good. Tsk tsk. Percy probably smells like what you imagine a tropical get a way is, which sucks because he can never get that.

Annabeth: Top notes for Annabeth would definitely be of the citrus sort. Specifically lemon. It's said that her perfume was definitely lemon scented, probably because it repels spiders. The girl drowns herself in it. Also because mm yummy. Middle notes would be whatever book smell is like. Call it leather, call it sandalwood, but gawdamn. Essentially she smells liked a freshly cleaned library filled with pastries.

Lesbians flock to her whenever nearby (I'm talking about the one friend she has that hates Percy for some reason)

Leo: Say what you want, the guys a mix of the NASTIEST smells and absurdly sweet chocolate. I've been in enough car shops, mechanic wearhouses and what not to be able to know that there is NO GOD FEARING SCENTS. There's notes of Grease Oils, Sulfur, and the Giant Fennel, which is a plant said to be sweet, aromantic and spicy. Leo smells different every single day that he's working, and failing to rizz the huzz. (Did I say that right?)

Also, he really likes it if someone close to him smells like a food. ESPECIALLY when he's been working for so long and needs to eat something.

Anyways.

Jason: He probably doesn't care much for Cologne, given that most of the ones he finds are supposed to smell like animalistic and musk, when he prefers the real kind. But let's say that for the sake of fitting into Camp Jupiter or what ever, he's wearing the normal stuff. I want to say linen for some reason. But no. There's notes of Petrichor for right after he used his powers (basically the smell of thunder), Metallic and soft earth smells. Jason smells like air right before a storm hits, where the air is misty, the winds slowly picking up, but nothings gone South. Not yet.

Wear an aphrodisiac around him and this man will FREEZE. Like, legitimately. Jason's the type of guy to be so afraid of making one of his friend's uncomfortable that his first instinct will be to do as little as possible so he won't get carried away. People start to notice that he isn't dishing out hugs or friendly touches often.

Frank: The cleanliest musky smell you can find. I can't describe it. Animal smells, but it doesn't get out of hand. I feel like a part of him gets nervous about everybody thinking he stinks, when it's anything but. They're intrigued, but not grossed out, per se. I think it would be hilarious if Frank's the type of person that everybody surrounds, trying to figure out what he's wearing. Sandalwood, Animals, musk, all wrapped up in a nice, evenly balanced package.

Also tell me he doesn't have a weird thing for Jasmine. I can feel it in my delusional bones.

Hazel: She might be the only person who likes the fancy French stuff and purposely wears it. Incense, bereavement flowers, Jasime because she knows Frank likes it :) Mildew, Chrysanthemums, girly takes care of herself. Hazel smells like a funeral home, except it's filled with loving family members, fresh flowers, sweet foods and precious memories.

Piper: I'm conflicted on whether or not she actually wears this stuff. Nevertheless, there's a lingering scent of every single perfume or cologne her siblings wear. And even if she's been through literal tartarus, there's still a trace of bath and body works on her, or at least some pleasant smell. I can't remember if this happened during the lost trio, but I imagine that while in the most random of places, Jason would comment on it, she would deny it, and Leo would confirm it by straight up sniffing her.

No, you know what? She gets a kick out of solely using novelty products. Think Angry Birds scented shit, Hello Kitty and Garfield, Random candy smells that have no right to exist. Jason is baffled every time.

This took a stupid long time to make just for it to not be accurate of any sort. I apologize. Maybe I'll even do more later.

[pbaz7]

was going through an insane crash out yesterday and the tenn game was just the cherry on top. really needing this rn lmao.

“Go back to sleep, pretty.”

tearing up alr

“You’re lucky you look like your mama, you know that?”

if their kid does end up looking like azzi that little girl is about to be spoiled beyond anyone's wildest dreams

“Yeah, yeah, I know. You’re more important,” she sighed, giving her tiny hand a gentle squeeze.

🥹

“She thinks I don’t know it, but she’s been running my life since I was fifteen.”

azzi had her on a leash for nearly a decade atp

“I swear, she could tell me to do anything, and I’d do it. No hesitation,” Paige admitted, a small smile tugging at her lips. “And now you? I just know you’re gonna be the same way. I’m gonna be in trouble with you two. Probably broke.”

at least she's aware!

“And you? You’re the best thing we ever did…”

ever better than getting that 2025 natty?! (let me stay delusional)

Azzi’s heart melted.

how could it not

Azzi watched in disbelief before shaking her head. “Oh, this is ridiculous. She’s already got a favorite.”

p tends to have that effect on people unfortunately (fortunately)

Aliana was sound asleep, bundled up in her little UConn onesie, oblivious to the fact that she was about to make her first official appearance in Gampel Pavilion.

uconn fan since BIRTH quite literally

Azzi sighed, shaking her head as a small smile pulled at her lips. “I still can’t believe we call him Grandpa now.”

oh em gee this is adorable. geno pls get ur act together and stop making game losing calls and maybe this can happen irl!

“Oh. My. God,” she gasped, eyes wide with shock and excitement.

still extra and dramatic all these years later

her fingers already moving to undo the straps.

can't even call you out for the double entendre bc this is genuinely so adorable

Ice shook her head, laughing. “Oh, you already on that parent logic, huh?”

girl math parent logic

just Paige and Azzi, tucked into each other like they were back in college, stealing moments in between practices.

just thinking about them being so cute and annoying during practice and lit tearing up. I can't have it be over guys😭

Paige tightened her hold, letting out a small hum of satisfaction. “I missed this,” she admitted. “Just… holding you.”

longing for simpler times right with p and az... oh how I miss Hopkins p

“You’re my wife. Meaning you’re irreplaceable, Bueckers.”

literally can't imagine either of them with anyone else

When they pulled away, she whispered, “God, you’re beautiful.”

azzi almost looks like ai she's so perfect. like sometimes I wonder if she's real

Paige smirked. “I do know. But please tell me more.”

she's just the same

“Yeah, but when she doesn’t want to sleep unless she’s on your chest?

this trait seems to be hereditary then...

Paige pulled out the tiny noise-canceling headphones and carefully adjusted them over Aliana’s little head.

just thinking of kate martin holding her nephew with those stupid little headphones over his head

The moment people noticed the baby in Paige’s arms, the volume somehow got even louder.

cuz they know that little girl bout to be playing for them in like 17 years

After a moment, Paige sighed and carefully, almost reluctantly, shifted Aliana into Azzi’s arms.

this is so dad watching the Super Bowl core

Paige smirked. “Guess she likes messing with you already. Knew she’d be just like me.”

azzi got TWO of these hoes to deal with. someone give her an award for patience

“I get it, baby. Auntie Nika is a lot sometimes.”

would NEVER in a million years trust nika with my kid... but love that for p and az!

but they’re practically vibrating waiting to meet you.”

me core I fear

“She was always putting me first. It didn’t matter how much pressure she was under, how exhausted she was from practice—she always made sure I felt loved.”

azzi stop talking before I start sobbing

You and me? We’re the luckiest girls in the world.”

and a tear rolled down my cheek🥹

Paige leans in and presses a quick but lingering kiss to her lips, not caring in the slightest about the people around them.

just one of these is all I want! it doesn't even have to be on the lips guys just a cute little kiss on the forehead at the draft or smth

“I mean, can you blame me? I bagged the most beautiful woman in the world and we have the cutest baby ever. I think I’ve earned the right to be a little cocky.”

I mean she does have a point...

Paige and Azzi both chuckle at the comment. Paige leans in slightly toward Azzi, murmuring, “They’re already trying to recruit her.”

knowing who her parents are you can't blame em

“Move over, CD. Let me see my granddaughter.”

gramps is so sassy lmao

a familiar but unexpected face appeared beside them.

wait im scared

“You and Azzi still going strong, huh?”

who is this ugly hoe..

As soon as the woman was out of earshot, Azzi turned to Paige. “I thought we were done with your groupies at this stage.”

nah that's just what comes with marrying Paige bueckers

Now, Azzi was straddling Paige’s lap, her arms draped lazily over Paige’s shoulders as they kissed.

OH?!

“Doesn’t change anything,” she said, her voice low but firm. “You know I can’t do it.”

yeah im on team Paige here I would efintley not have sex in front of my kid lmao... no matter how young they are

Azzi let out a laugh just before Paige kissed her again, pulling her under the warmth of the water, their laughter fading into something softer.

can't even be mad I was robbed cuz this is adorable

ugh I love pazzi as parents so much

truly still in shambles about yesterday

dare I say I knew we were gonna lose from before the game even started...

anyway author, as usual, I love you

-🍉

tearing up alr

everybody said this 😭

ever better than getting that 2025 natty?! (let me stay delusional)

exactly you see the vision..yup..yup

oh em gee this is adorable. geno pls get ur act together and stop making game losing calls and maybe this can happen irl!

please luigi i need you to get it together

azzi almost looks like ai she's so perfect. like sometimes I wonder if she's real

this is so real

would NEVER in a million years trust nika with my kid... but love that for p and az!

i wouldn’t trust any of them with a child

and a tear rolled down my cheek

sorry 😬

just one of these is all I want! it doesn't even have to be on the lips guys just a cute little kiss on the forehead at the draft or smth

man gimme something please

also i’m letting that game drift from my memory permanently ✨

[starbit-is-not-here]

If we as a fandom collectively go into denial mode hard enough we can make this canon I believe in us

[daclium]

Prince

[darkmuffinstudios]

A collaborative animatic that I did with @galacii

[manglw]

guh just finished playing dsaf 3 i am. mentally unwell

[mx-legend-of-faye]

Wouldn’t it be just horrifying for the guardians of the Silent Realm in Skyward Sword to be corrupted by either malice or gloom from BotW/TotK and thus looking essentially like the blights that killed the champions?

And wouldn’t it be so fun to make Sky and Wild have to face that horrible combination of what’s probably somewhere in the top five of their worst nightmares?

Just imagine it, the Silent Realm bleeding through into the regular realm on Skyloft. The color slowly draining away into that haunting bluish-grey of the Silent Realm. Eerie bells ringing in the air. Gloom seeping onto the floor, because the Silent Realm has been corrupted, and it’s no longer a place Hylia has any control over.

The guardians of the Silent Realm with gloom covered weapons, eyes dripping gloom from them, and bodies becoming more and more coated in gloom as the guardians flicker in and out of view near the Light Tower on Skyloft.

And then the guardians awaken. You know, the guardians that have never been fought before and therefore have no known method of defeating them?

Yeah :)