#I don’t think we talk enough about how his first reaction is to be sick

[malinthebodyguard]

Pro-monarchy people in fandom: I’m sorry but Wilhelm abdicating makes no sense.

Wille last season: was literally sick to his stomach when Simon told him he’s gonna report August, theoretically removing Wille’s only chance at leaving the monarchy.

#tw: emetophobia #whilst I appreciate that discourse of this scene is limited #I don’t think we talk enough about how his first reaction is to be sick #his body rejects the monarchy like a slice of poisonous cake

[pink-sparkly-witch]

All She Wants, Part Three (Finale)

Summary: Dean’s experience with the wrong hormone suppressants makes him feral. The only person who can get him out of it and save his life is Y/N, the omega he had been mating with for years until she left six months ago. Without a claim and with no prospects of Dean ever giving her one, Y/N finally had enough and broke the bond they’d forged in their years together and left him, but with Sam now begging her to go to Dean and save his life, will she go, or will she leave the green-eyed alpha to his biological fate?

Pairing: Alpha!Dean Winchester x Female Omega!Reader

Rating: 18+ Only

Bingo Square: Alpha Gone Feral for @j3bingo

Warnings: tw: dub con claiming, omegaverse, A/B/O, A/B/O dynamics, language, ruts, feral alpha, agitation, aggression, smut, rough sex, biting, oral sex (f rec), fingering, p in v sex, hair pulling, heavy angst, aftercare, fluff

Word Count: 4.1k

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Y/N’S POV

The knocking on your motel room door startles you, and you grab your gun from the waistband of your jeans and cautiously step towards the door. Flicking the safety off, you place the barrel onto the wood and cautiously open it just enough to see who’s on the other side.

“Sam? Cas?” you gasp, throwing the door open wider.

“You should be more careful, Y/N. We could be demons or shapeshifters or any other kind of monster,” Cas speaks first, and you blink at him, amused, as always, by his directness.

“Nice to see you, too, Cas,” you smirk, opening the door wider to let them in.

“Hey, Y/N,” Sam says as he leans down to hug you. “It’s good to see you.”

“You too, Sam,” you smile as you close the door behind them. You know whatever this unplanned visit is, it’s about Dean.

“You seem healthy,” Cas states, tilting his head to the side and frowning as if searching for something. “And yet—”

“So!” Sam interrupts quickly. “How have you been?”

“Fine…” You narrow your eyes at the alpha’s strange behaviour. “This isn’t a social visit, is it?” You finally ask.

“No,” Cas confirms, and you don’t know if you’re glad he’ll get straight to the point or if you’d prefer Sam to dance around it all a little more.

“Dean.” It’s not a question. It’s a statement. You knew from the way your stomach dropped the second you saw them that this wasn’t a good news visit.

“I asked Cas to find you,” Sam said softly.

You and the younger Winchester have stayed in touch since you left the bunker, but you agreed you wouldn’t tell him where you were, and he wouldn’t ask. It was one thing for Dean to find out they were talking, but it’d be another entirely if he knew Sam knew where she was.

“What happened?” Your mind goes to the worst possible scenario, and you try to fight the rising nausea. 

“Dean has been taking store bought suppressants,” Sam says, and you feel your blood boil.

“What? Why? Why would he be so goddamn stupid? Did he know what they’d do to an alpha in his situation?” you fume at the men as you pace the threadbare carpet.

“No. He knew they weren’t suitable long-term, but the side effects he experienced weren’t typical,” Cas answered.

“I thought it was a mix of the drugs and rejection sickness and that it’d ease over time,” Sam says calmly and quietly. “But I think he suffered some kind of chemical reaction to them, and by the time I found out what he was taking, it was too late.”

“Too late? Sam, what are you saying?” You’re terrified of what he’s so anxious to tell you.

“He’s feral, Y/N,” Cas finally puts you out of your misery, and while it’s bad news, it’s not the worst thing they could’ve told you. “But I don’t understand why you are not.”

It’s not an accusation. The angel is just curious about alphas who mate with but don’t claim omegas. To his literal knowledge, an alpha finds an omega, they mate, there’s a claim, an unbreakable bond, and pups. Your situation with Dean had always intrigued the celestial being.

“Because I’ve been taking the suppressants I should. Prescribed by a doctor. Why didn’t he do the same thing?” Contrary to the angel’s question, yours is accusatory as you look between Sam and Cas.

“You know what he’s like, Y/N. He doesn’t talk about these things, and I didn’t know until a few days ago. He’s been overcome with guilt for how he treated you, and I think…” Sam trails off, noticing from the look on your face that you know what he was alluding to.

“You think this is some kind of self-sacrifice?” you ask in disbelief. Dean is well known for his self-depreciation, and it’s something you’ve seen and heard from him many times, but this? “No… No, I don’t believe that. Why would he put himself through that just to go feral anyway? Why not just lie down and let it happen on its own?”

“You really want me to answer that?” Sam asks, and you frown.

“Sam, you can’t be serious! Dean is not doing this to punish himself for hurting me. There’s no way,” you argue, but you know the green-eyed alpha better than he knows himself. It does sound like something he’d do to himself—some kind of fucked up repentance for his behaviour.

Sam only shrugs, and you sigh, knowing you’ve both come to the same conclusion.

“So, what? You want me to go to him? Get him out of this mess?”

“You’re his mate. Only you can get him back from this,” Cas says, and you laugh bitterly, taking the angel by surprise.

“I bet Dean loves that!” you scoff. “Anytime I told him that like it or not, we’re mates, he shot me down in flames!”

“I know he hurt you, and I can’t imagine how hard this is for you, and Dean knows it too. He told me not to look for you. That he doesn’t deserve your help, but I’m asking you to think about it. Please?”

“I don’t know, Sam. If I go to him, you know what it means, right?” you check, not convinced either of them fully understand what they’re asking of you.

“I do,” Sam responds.

“And you know it’s pretty much a done deal that he’ll claim me in his feral haze? And then when he comes to, he’ll regret it and reject me? You’re asking me to sacrifice myself for him? Because I won’t survive his rejection, you both know that, right?”

“He’d never reject you, Y/N,” Cas confirms what you know in your heart, but it brings no comfort.

“Oh, because a forced claim and being stuck with someone who doesn’t want me is a better fate than dying from rejection!”

“He does want you. He loves you. He just can’t—” Sam starts, but you interrupt with a scoff.

“Give me what I want. I know, Sam. He’s told me that so many times it’s imprinted in my memory!” You huff, quickening your pacing.

You want to say no. You want to protect yourself and your fragile heart that’s still trying to heal, but you know if you were the feral one, Dean would already be here, doing everything he could to get you through it—even claiming you just so you’d survive.

He doesn’t deserve to die, and yet, you don’t deserve to be someone’s mistake, but you can’t see any other option. If you don’t go to him, he’ll die. If you go to him, and he doesn’t reject you, you’ll be miserable, but you’ll both be alive.

“Fuck!” you yell in frustration. Once again, you feel that self-loathing that only Dean seems able to bring out of you. You hate yourself because you still love him even after everything, and you’d sacrifice everything to save him.

“Where is he?”

Walking up to the secluded cabin, you shiver at the deathly silence surrounding you. As if being this deep in the woods isn’t ominous enough, there isn’t even a bird chirping or an insect buzzing in the heavy air.

You’re so deep in the woods that the midday sun can’t even breach the trees. You drove as close as you could, but you’d had to abandon your car about a mile back. This is probably the safest house Bobby had ever found, and you have to admire Dean for choosing this one to hide out in.

Sam had given you the key. At first, you’d been shocked he’d lock Dean in with no way to escape, but you knew feral alphas aren’t to be taken lightly. There had been cases of ferals going on murder sprees, and the green-eyed hunter would never risk putting people in any kind of danger.

“Dean?” you call out as you knock on the door. “It’s Y/N. Sam found me. He said you need my help.” With no response, you take a deep breath, preparing yourself for being too late, and put the key in the lock.

Pushing the door open slowly, the sour smell of Dean’s feral rut slams into you, and immediately your body begins to respond to the distressed alpha. Your skin tingles, heat floods your veins, and slick pools at your entrance. You’ve never been more grateful for a heat to come on as you are now. If it didn’t, Dean could seriously hurt or even kill you trying to get himself out of this.

“Omega,” Dean growls from the doorway of the bedroom and with one look at his bloodshot eyes, you know there’s little to no humanity in him right now.

“Alpha,” you whimper and bow your head in submission.

“Mine,” he groans in front of you, and you jump, having not heard him move across the room.

Dean buries his head in your neck and inhales your scent, gasping as if he’d been suffocating, and your scent is his oxygen.

“My ‘mega,” Dean snarls and slams you against the wooden door. You whimper at the pain and remind yourself not to fight. If you fight, things could get ugly.

Pawing at your jeans, he tries to undo them, but in his desperation to get at you, he can’t grasp the little brass button and punches the wall next to your head in frustration.

“Hey,” you purr, placing a hand on his cheek and smiling as he leans into your touch, “It’s okay, Alpha. Let me.”

Loosening the button and pulling the zipper down, you kick off your shoes, slide the denim from your legs and step out of them. Moving to your shirt, you begin pulling at the material when Dean slaps your hands away.

“No!” he growls. “Mine.”

Dean isn’t gentle when he claws at your shirt, grabbing the neckline with both hands and ripping the cotton from your body. The groan that rumbles from his belly when your lace-covered breasts are exposed to his gaze has slick soaking through your underwear.

He wastes no time placing his lips on the tops of your breasts, biting and sucking the sensitive skin, marking you in a way he never has before. Dean pulls the cups of your bra down and quickly finds a hard nipple, and you groan from his overzealous assault.

You whine as the alpha pulls away from you, but before you can complain further, Dean lifts you on his shoulder and carries you to the bedroom.

“Strip,” he orders as he places you back on your feet, and you don’t dare disobey or take your time removing your bra and panties. 

“Good girl,” he praises as he takes his clothes off, and you wonder if just being here is making him a little less feral. “Get on the bed, Omega.”

Again, you don’t dare take your time and quickly crawl onto the bed and wait for his next instruction. Dean kneels at the bottom of the bed, pulls you down by your ankles, and pushes your knees down to the mattress.

“Mine,” he growls as the scent of your slick reaches him, and he lowers his head between your legs. He’s not gentle, anything but, and his longer stubble scratches and jabs at your soft, sensitive skin. It’s sore, yet you quickly fall apart on his mouth.

Before you fully come down from your high, Dean’s fingers are inside you, and he’s sucking and biting his way up your body. When this is over, your skin will be an interesting spectrum of colour; you can already see patches of red on your breasts from earlier, and Dean’s not done with them yet as he goes back to sucking and biting your nipples.

As your forced heat takes over, the pain from Dean’s bites and rough hands ease, and all you can feel and hear now is desire and pleasure and growls and snarls, and Dean, mumbling mine over and over again while his teeth nip at your neck.

“Present, Omega,” Dean growls as he pulls back from your body just enough to let you turn around. You crawl further up the bed and lean forward onto your elbows. You unintentionally wiggle your ass as you get comfortable in your new position, making Dean growl deeply and spank your round cheeks.

You feel his hands slide up your thighs and over your ass. His touch soothes and cools your heated skin. When he finally slams into your slick, aching pussy, it’s hard, rough, and deliciously painful.

Dean is fully feral, and there’ll be no stopping him until he comes out of the rut in five or six days. You know it won’t be pretty, and you won’t come out of this unscathed. At least your heat is making you feel like a wanton whore.

As your humanity is overtaken by omega, much like Dean’s is with alpha, your last thought is being grateful for being in a cabin in the middle of the woods, in the middle of nowhere.

It’s been six days, and Dean still pounds into you like there’s no tomorrow. Your heat is starting to wane, but hasn’t subsided so much that you won’t still be pliable under his hands. Still, at least the heat fog is beginning to lift, and you hope it’s a sign that Dean’s rut is finally ending.

It took four knots to get him out of his feral state, but his rut is intense, and he’s insatiable. You suppose the combination of suppressants and being feral will do that to an alpha. 

“‘Mega,” Dean grunts as his hand slides up your spine and grips your neck. “So good for me, baby girl.”

His praise makes you purr, and you feel his hand slide from your neck into your hair and wrap his fist around it, making your body turn to jelly. Dean tugs your hair, and you’re forced to raise to your knees, your back pressed against his chest, and he pulls your head to the side by your hair, exposing your neck to him.

It’s already black and blue from the gnawing he’s been doing there this past week, but this is different. He’s scenting you and licking your mating gland and whining. Dean loves licking and kissing your neck, but not like this. It feels different. There’s a change in the atmosphere, and his thrusts are brutal and stuttered.

You try to move, try and get him away from you, but he snarls and yanks your hair painfully, keeping a hold of it so you can’t move.

“Dean,” you whimper, and he snarls again at the use of his name, and you know he’s not as far out of this rut as you’d hoped. “Alpha, please,” you beg, but it’s useless. He’s too far gone again. His mouth is sucking on your mating gland, and he’s growling and grunting as his knot swells and catches at your entrance.

“Please don’t do it, Alpha. It’s just the rut. You don’t want this… you don’t want me, please!” you cry. But as his knot slips inside, locking you together, your head falls back on his shoulder, and when his teeth break your skin, you scream your release and lose the little self-control you had earlier.

Coming down from your high, you notice that Dean is still latched onto you, and you can feel blood dripping down your neck. The sudden rush of hormones and pheromones from the claim makes you reach another orgasm, and this time, you take the alpha with you. Grunting and growling, Dean’s release coats your walls, and you let the blackness take over.

When you come to, you’re on your side, and Dean is cleaning and soothing the wound on your neck with gentle licks and soft kisses. You’re still locked together, and every twitch of his cock catches your G-spot and fills your womb with even more of his seed.

A brief thought that he could’ve gotten you pregnant crosses your mind, and you hope the fates aren’t so cruel as to have this be when you get your wish of pups; not like this.

The last week finally catches up with you, and the lullaby of Dean’s whines and whimpers, combined with his soft kisses, lull you into a deep sleep.

The sun’s warmth on your face begins to wake you from sleep. Your muscles feel heavy, and Dean’s lips caress your back and shoulders.

“Morning, Omega,” he rasps behind you, sliding a warm hand over your hip, and a pang of dread settles in your stomach. You’re tired, every muscle in your body is screaming at you, and your pussy is in agony from a week of rough pounding and knots courtesy of the alpha pulling you closer to his body. If he’s still not out of this rut, you don’t think you’ll survive another round.

“Don’t worry,” Dean chuckles. “I’m not feral anymore, and the rut has gone.”

You’re confused, wondering how he knew what you were thinking. You don’t think you groaned. In fact, you’re pretty sure you didn’t even move. Your body is too sore to even tense up.

Then you remember Dean claimed you and that he did it while in a feral rut. 

As your whole world comes crashing down around you, you do the one thing you’d rather die than do in front of Dean.

Cry.

DEAN’S POV

Devastation. That’s all he can feel radiating from the omega next to him. When he woke an hour ago, he’d been happier than ever. The second he claimed Y/N, there was a shift, and all felt right in the world.

He thought—naively, he now realises—Y/N would be happy. It’s what she wanted. What she needed, but the sheer anguish from her tells a different story. The worst part of all this is the shame he feels for claiming her without her consent and the knowledge that now, she’s stuck with him whether she wants to be or not.

“Hey, sweetheart, it’s gonna be okay,” Dean tries to soothe her and presses his lips to her shoulder. “Y/N, look at me, please?” She remains on her side, facing away from him and crying, and the alpha in him takes over. His omega is in distress, and he needs to fix it. “Omega, look at me!” he growls lowly, and watches as Y/N obeys his order and timidly rolls onto her back.

Dean’s jaw drops, and he’s disgusted with himself as he takes in her abused torso. There are a couple of bites and bruises on her back and shoulders, but it’s nothing compared to what covers her neck, breasts and stomach. There’s so much bruising that barely any skin has been left unblemished. As he scans further down her body, he can see the same damage over the tops of her thighs and between her legs.

“Baby girl, I’m so sorry. I—” Dean can’t finish; he has no words for what he did to her. He immediately gets out of bed and fills the tub with hot water. There’s only so much he can do for her out here in the cabin, but the safe house is stocked with first aid supplies, medication and dry and tinned food. 

When the tub is full, he shuts off the water and walks back into the bedroom, seeing Y/N still lying on her back and seemingly void of all emotion. Whether it’s on purpose to shut him out or she’s in shock, Dean’s not sure.

Walking over, Dean lifts her from the bed and carries her into the bathroom. He lowers her into the hot water and bathes her gently, mumbling words of comfort, hoping she can hear him and that she can find it in her to forgive him.

Y/N’S POV

After tenderly bathing you, Dean left you to soak in the warm water a little longer, telling you there were clothes in the wardrobe and that he’d make something to eat.

“Please eat with me, omega. You need to get your strength up, and we need to talk,” Dean had begged before he left, closing the door but not fully so he could still keep an eye on you.

He was right; you do need to talk. And eat. You feel weak and lightheaded and desperately in need of something to take away the pain that’s pulsing through every inch of your body.

When the water has lost its warmth, you climb out and wrap yourself in a towel, avoiding the mirror in the corner. Dean’s reaction earlier is enough for you to know you’ll burst into tears if you see it for yourself. And you can’t bear to see his claim on your neck when it was given under duress.

Pulling clothes from the wardrobe, you choose the softest and biggest things you can find. You know from the smell that the sweats and t-shirt are Dean’s, but you’ve always gotten comfort from his scent, and you suspect you’ll get even more from it now.

Coming out of the bedroom, you follow the noise towards the main part of the cabin and find Dean spooning pasta into bowls in the kitchen.

“How are you feeling, sweetheart?” he asks, stopping what he’s doing to give you his full attention.

“Sore,” you chuckle, pulling out a stool. You hiss and wince, the throbbing—and not the good kind—between your legs getting worse for a few seconds as you sit.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I didn’t mean… I hate that I was so rough. That I’ve hurt you,” Dean says as he pushes a bowl and fork towards you.

“You were feral, Dean. It’s not your fault,” you reply, and you mean it. It’s really not his fault.

“It is, though, sweetheart. If I had taken the right suppressants, I wouldn’t have gone feral, and I wouldn’t have claimed you without your consent.”

“I knew what I was signing up for when I came here. I’m just sorry you’re stuck with me,” you smile sadly. “And if you want to leave, I get it. I know I’m not what you want—”

“Would you stop saying that?” Dean interrupts. “I do want you. I have always wanted you. I’m scared that tying you to me will put you in danger.” The desperation rolls from him in waves, and you know he’s telling you the truth. You can feel it. “I want you, Omega. I want this. I don’t regret claiming you. I regret doing it against your will, and if you want to leave me… reject me… It’s what I deserve, and I’ll let you walk out of here right now, but please stop saying that I don’t want you, Y/N. You’re all I want.”

The chemical bond you now share with Dean is overwhelming. He feels more deeply than he ever lets on, and regret over the non-consensual claim is putting it mildly. He’s distraught over it, and his feelings are so strong that you can almost hear the thoughts in his head telling him he’s stupid and he’s fucked things up before it’s really started between you. You can’t take it. You can’t let him think you don’t want this too.

“You’re all I want too, Alpha. The reason I got so upset when I realised you could feel how I felt is because it was a rut claim, and we’d be stuck together and miserable and resentful, and I didn’t want that for either of us, but I could never reject you, Dean. I love you too much.”

The relief that washes over him makes you smile, and because of your new bond, you know he knows every word is true.

“I love you, Y/N. I’m sorry I couldn’t admit it before, and I’m sorry I didn’t give you what you wanted sooner.” Dean slides off his stool and comes to your side with a tube of cream in his hand. “Now, let me see that claim. It needs something on it, sweetheart.”

You tilt your head to the side and pull the neck of the shirt down, exposing the angry, swollen bite mark. Dean gently covers the wound with the medicated cream, and you hiss at the sting.

“Sorry, baby girl.” Dean winces, feeling your discomfort as clearly as you can. “Now, eat and then bed, Omega.”

“Just to sleep, right?” you ask, scrunching up your face and wriggling in your seat at the thought of him going anywhere near your pussy for at least a week. “No sex?”

“No sex,” Dean laughs. “You need to rest, sweetheart, so just lots of cuddles and closeness and bonding and sleep.”

THE END

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NOT A GAME — JESS MARIANO

based on a request

masterlist

pairing: jess mariano x reader

description: the playful banter was fun at first, but the line had blurred so long ago that you were starting to get sick of wondering how jess really felt. luckily for you, he’s been thinking the same thing.

warnings: angst into fluff, jess being annoying in a way that makes me love him more lol, swearing ofc,

author’s note: thank you so much for this request, i hope it does jess justice for you— i love writing him so much. i hope you enjoy — sorry it’s quite short i just wanted to keep it short n sweet

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“Well that’s two hours of my life I’m never getting back, huh,” Jess took a final sip of the drink he’d been cradling for the whole film and threw it dramatically in the trash, his arm slung around your shoulder, “Think I aged like fifteen years in the time they took to wrap up that fuckin’ terrible plot.”

You rolled your eyes, pulling away from him and discarding your own empty cup as he stuffed his hands in his pockets and eyed you curiously, “What, don’t tell me you actually enjoyed that?”

“It wasn’t that bad,” you shrugged, “You’re just being pretentious.”

His brows furrowed at that — he hated when you of all people called him pretentious, and he knew you only ever did it to wind him up.

“Okay, what have I done?” Jess huffed, “You so didn’t enjoy that film, you’re just trying to piss me off. What did I do?”

You looked down at your feet with a grunt, “Nothing.”

“Despite my sweet baby face, I wasn’t born yesterday Y/N. It’s not nothing.”

The truth was that he had done something.

In fact, he was always doing the exact thing that had just tipped you over the edge.

“Fine, Jess,” you drew in a sharp breath, “I just— I don’t want to play this game anymore.”

“Have I missed something or was that movie just so dull that it corroded your brain?” Jess kicked a stone as he watched the frown on your face, “‘Cause I don’t remember playing any games. Not even footsie. What are you talking about?”

You scoffed, “That, Jess. Exactly that!”

“Woah, woah, c’mon Y/N. You’re going to have to give me more than just snapping at me. What the hell have I done?” Jess was growing increasingly frustrated now, but so were you.

You pressed a palm to your forehead, “I’m— What was that in there?”

“I was asking the same question,” Jess’ perplexed expression made your own angered one soften a little.

“What is this? Me and you?” you looked down at the floor as you posed this question, not wanting to argue any longer and too afraid wanting to see his reaction, “Because I’m sick of playing games and not knowing. You put your arm around me at the cinema, you share your popcorn with me when you’d like—literally snarl at anyone else if they asked, we kind of flirt like all of the time but we’re just friends.”

“Just friends, huh?”

You almost felt silly when you looked up at him and saw a smug smile on his face — almost.

But you were trying to open up to him and he was being just as irritating about your relationship as he always was.

“Jess…”

He didn’t say anything for a moment, taking your hand and pulling you around the corner to a park bench where he tugged you to sit down beside him.

“Do you seriously think we’re just friends, Y/N?” he was so close to you that you were sure he could hear your heart palpitations and see the goosebumps springing up on your skin.

“Well we’re not enemies, we spent a fuck ton of time together, and we’re not dating. So yeah, I’d like to think we’re friends,” you huffed, still avoiding his gaze.

He shook his head, “Why the hell do you think I invited you to see a fuckin’ romcom I’d never want to watch? Why do you think I asked to share popcorn? I know I’m the intellectually superior one here,” he paused to nudge your side as if to ensure you understood he was teasing, “But I didn’t think you were dumb enough to miss that I was obviously trying to make this a date.”

You bit your lip, finally returning his eye contact as his soft eyes stared intently into yours.

You drew in another deep breath, “Sure. Jess Mariano, Mr. Always Speaks His Mind, failed to tell me it was apparently a date so I’m dumb for not reading his mind?”

Neither of you had noticed that he was still holding your hand until that moment, and so he pulled it to the corner of his mouth and gave the back of your hand a gentle kiss.

Despite the unfamiliarity of this small but romantic gesture, your heart swelled in your chest and it almost felt natural.

“Y/N, I’ve liked you for fuckin’ ages. Everyone knows that. We flirt and we act like there’s nothing going on when people ask, but I thought at the very least you knew how I really felt,” Jess shrugged, not releasing your hand and instead now rubbing his thumb over the back of it.

You didn’t retreat from his touch, but used your interlocked hands to shove his chest gently, “You’re an asshole, you know that right?”

The small smile tugging at your lips eased the anxiety that had begun to set in. He’d almost started to fear that you didn’t actually feel the same, but your unsteady breathing and the glint in your eye confirmed the opposite.

“I know, I know,” he rolled his eyes, “But that’s all just part of the elusive charm that made you fall madly in love with me, isn’t it?”

You shook your head, “Cocky, aren’t you?”

“Well in my defence, the prettiest girl in Stars Hollow has, like, totally got the hots for me,” your heart fluttered at the smirk still gracing his features, “Hard not to have an ego.”

You just chuckled softly in reply, your heartbeat still racing as he watched you carefully. His own gaze softened now, and he reached his free hand up to cup your cheek.

“Look, in all seriousness I’m sorry this has been so— well, just that I haven’t been more direct about this stuff. But you know me, you know I’m bad at—,”

You squeezed the hand that was still in yours, “I know, Jess. It’s alright. I really like you, and to be honest I’ve been happy enough with any excuse to be close to you.”

“Hmm,” he hummed, leaning forward a little, “Can I kiss you, then? Make up for a shitty first date?”

You blushed crimson at the fact he’d asked, your cheek growing hot beneath his touch, “Of course.”

His lips met yours gently, as though testing the waters. You met his kiss with the same softness at first, but quickly the kiss grew more urgent — as though making up for lost time.

When you finally pulled away, your face was still bright red, and you felt almost embarrassed by how overcome with emotions you were.

“So, uh, about the film?”

He laughed, the loud affectionate laugh he reserved only for you, warming your heart as he sent you a teasing grin and licked his lips.

“And here I was thinking I’d be the one to ruin the moment, huh?”

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thanks sooo much for reading — i hope this was okay! sorry for the radio silence for a while, i’ve had a lot going on and a LOT of unfinished drafts.

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[dreamersparacosm]

austin butler - clumsy

warnings ; none

prompt ; in which your celebrity crush causes you to become a flustered, blubbering mess.

a/n ; a little something fun i wrote during the fall but never published! it’s basically anxious!reader and honestly how I imagine myself reacting to meeting aus so enjoy xoxo

Okay, don’t panic.

Do not panic.

It’s just a man. A man with blonde, curly locks, blue eyes, over 6 feet tall… but still, a man. Nothing special. You could probably find ten of him walking down Rodeo Drive.

Except that’s probably not true either.

It is Austin Butler, after all.

You hike the tail of your dress higher as you descend up the stairs to the red carpet, inhaling as much oxygen as possible to tame your nerves. It does nothing for you beside provide a placebo effect of calmness. Your publicist, Jane, stands next to you with her eyebrows furrowed in permanent worry, a crinkle she’s had since the day she took you on. “[Y/N], did you get a chance to look at your seating arrangement?”

“Uh, no, not yet,” You respond slowly, wincing slightly as you brace yourself for her reaction. She sighs, pinching the bridge of her nose before turning towards you.

“You know what, that’s fine, sweets. Just go stand on the carpet so we can take these pictures,” She goes back to her clipboard full of tedious things like timing and interviewers and stupid seating arrangements, and you’re trying to stay focused, but how can you do that when Austin Butler is standing 8 feet away from you, posing on the red carpet?

You’re pretty sure you’re drooling.

Whoever keeps leaving his shirts unbuttoned is a menace to society and needs to be locked away for endangerment to the general public.

This whole idiotic schoolgirl crush began relatively long ago, when he was still deeply in love with Vanessa Hudgens and playing a teen heartthrob on The Carrie Diaries. You weren’t even famous at that point, just a mediocre commercial actress trying to get her big break. Once you finally booked your first big role, the crush faded away (only the tiniest amount) but that all came crashing down like an avalanche when you saw Elvis with your best friend.

They probably could’ve posted the entire movie on a porn website and made the same amount of money. And, thus, your crush ensued, full throttle and invading your every thought at the worst moments. Including this one.

Jane kicks the back of your leg, cursing under her breath as you tear your eyes away from him. You’re not new to this scene, you’ve been in major leading roles and you’ve been nominated for Oscars. But that doesn’t take away from the fact that at your core, you are a complete and utter mess. A klutz. A loser with some money in the bank.

So, you take the pictures, with not too many mistakes as you expected, just a few shots of you blinking while smiling. You’re sure they’ll end up on Twitter where your fans will laugh about it while saying how much they love you.

This part always goes by fast. It’s camera flashes, smiles that are strained under the bright lights, talks with interviewers that always go far longer than expected, and then before you know it, you’re being ushered into a tight room with celebrities you had only dreamed of seeing in real life. Jane is glued to your side as you wait for your turn to enter the theater.

Despite the cool temperature of Los Angeles, you’re somehow drenched in sweat. You’ve done this before, you know that. But that doesn’t stop your entire body from going into fight or flight mode, teetering towards flight.

“What’s the hold up?” You hear a female’s voice yell out, and you almost think it’s Jane before you hear her chuckle beside you.

“Speak that truth. I am so sick of these fucking Oscars dimwits wasting my time,” Jane says loudly enough for the girl to hear it, and before you know it, they’re enthralled in a full-blown conversation. If you weren’t trying to fan your armpit sweat, you might’ve joined.

Maybe it’s a good idea to find out where you’re sitting. Probably will need to know that before you enter. You can only assume they’ll sit you next to your last co-star, Timothee Chalamet. What a delight that would be (and that’s not sarcasm, he always smells like cashmere and some type of forest.)

You turn your body slightly, eyeing Jane and the girl she’s talking to. She’s a redhead, also wearing a suit and clearly another publicist that has been in the position for far too long to enjoy it.

Out of the corner of your eye, you notice a male figure standing next to the redhead. Hm. A black suit. Your eyes trail over his body, a soft black lace shirt that is half-unbuttoned peeking over the hem. How nice. You love that look on men.

Oh, fuck.

Oh, fuck.

Your body freezes. Mouth runs dry. Sweat shrivels back up into your body only to start forming at impossible speeds. Heart palpates so quickly you think you might be going into cardiac arrest.

In front of you, is Austin Butler. And he completely, totally, entirely, caught you checking out his entire body, head to toe.

There’s a smirk on his face that is undeniably directed towards you, eyes glimmering with amusement. You can’t even believe that you’re looking directly at him. He can’t be real, he has to be a figment of your imagination.

“Come here often?”

You did not just speak.

No, you didn’t. That couldn’t have been real. That couldn’t have been what you just said. After years of dreaming about this moment, that can’t have been what your brain and tongue agreed on.

He chuckles, a deep one that rumbles through his chest, and says, “I try not to make it a habit. You?”

You entangle your fingers with each other, hoping the sweat that has gathered on them just slides right off. “Me either. Trying to cut down on my presence and all that.”

He raises his eyebrows quizzically, that soft smile that curves upon his lips widening a little, “Well, can’t say the Oscars is the best place to do that.”

“Yes, well…” You trail off. Thoughts empty. Brain just a shallow void with nothing but dirty, filthy fantasies about him floating around. Oh god, get a grip.

And he should end the conversation right there, then back around and not acknowledge the weird girl who clearly hasn’t had enough media training. But, he doesn’t. Instead, he sticks out his hand for you to shake, and says, “I’m Austin. Austin Butler.”

“I know,” You say almost immediately. His facial expression contorts into something unreadable, and your lips flap again to try and salvage the rest of your dignity. “I’m [Y/N].”

You shake his hand, praying to some otherworldly creature above that he won’t feel the sweat on your hands. It’s a little weird, when you touch his hand. Feels like you’re envisioning yourself with him, like you’re some kind of wizard that can tell it won’t be the last time you see him. It feels a little like something out of a rom-com, with the electricity zap and the sounds of your hearts beating erratically.

You both pull your hands away, smiling to the ground. You really, really, really hope he’ll keep talking to you.

“Nervous?” He asks, taking note of the way your thumbs twiddle and the sidestep you keep doing with your heels.

“A little. Kinda. Maybe,” You let out a sigh of relief. “I’m not really the most organized.”

“Hm. Well, I’m sure you’ll be great,” His grin widens just enough to show off his pearly white teeth that glimmer under the remaining sunlight that California has to offer.

“Thanks,” You smile back. “How about you? Nervous?”

“Always,” He responds, almost taken aback by the transparency he’s having with another celebrity. He’s never had a conversation about nerves, never felt validated enough by someone to open up about the fear that comes along with being at this level of fame. “It’s my first Oscars.”

“Right,” You say, “Well, I’ve been to a few, and honestly, I’ll let you in on a secret. Even Leonardo DiCaprio shits himself a little when the nominees are announced.”

He lets out a laugh, a real one, one that sounds like all good things in the world and you would be more than happy to capture it in a jar and keep it on your bedside forever. “Somehow, I don’t doubt that,” He switches gears, shifting his body around a little. “What afterparty are you going to?”

It’s a simple question, one you’ve been asked numerous times by other people in the industry. It usually offers a sense of dominance over who got the better invite. “Er, yes, that would be a question for my lovely publicist, Jane, because I don’t have a rat’s ass idea of where I’m supposed to go.”

He laughs. Again. Part of you is enthralled, part of you is confused as to why he thinks you’re a comedy show. Maybe he thinks you’re a joke. Yes, that makes good sense. “That honestly makes me feel better because I don’t really know where I’m going either,” He admits.

“Are you kidding?” You ask incredulously. “You look like that and you don’t know where you’re going? I think the President of the Academy Awards has a personal invite waiting for you.”

Okay, maybe you shouldn’t have said that. But really, it has to be blamed on the fact that there are a swarm of murderous bees flying around in your stomach that are making you feel woozy.

His cheeks turn a crimson glow, “Like that?”

“Oh, you know…” You trail, slowly laughing to brush off the fact that you basically just admitted your undying love to him. “Just…. That’s a great black shirt. I’m gonna buy one for my brother.”

His lips curve upwards a little more, blue eyes sparkling like little oceans. “Thanks. And, you know, you don’t look bad yourself.”

You blink twice. Did he just say that?

Before you even whip up a flirty comment, or even a funny one that’ll have him doubling over in laughter and proposing to you by tonight, you feel Jane gripping your forearm tightly. “Stop dicking around, [Y/N]. We need to go in.”

“Right, yes, totally,” You smile awkwardly over to Austin, and he returns it. You feel soft and warm and glowy inside, like you might levitate off the floor.

And then you really are levitating off the floor, because your feet miss the step and you’re falling before you even have a chance to stop yourself. Your arm extends to try and delay your inevitable fall, but it doesn’t work and you’re really sprawled out. Immediately, Jane rushes down to try and drag you up, hurriedly asking if you’re okay.

You nod slightly, balancing yourself on your knees. Thankfully, you think the vast majority of people have entered the theater and missed out on your embarrassment of epic proportions.

Well, maybe not everyone.

Suddenly, like a light peeking from beyond the clouds, you see an outstretched hand to your right. It’s tan, a male’s hand for sure. You look up to see who could possibly be nice enough to help you up. Maybe it’s God telling you it’s time to pass away.

It’s Austin. And he has a really worried look on his face that you’re shocked by, but his expression falters once he sees the look on your face. You’re smiling, a real big goofy one, because it’s so ridiculous and he’s so ridiculous and you’re pretty sure one of your heels is broken.

You place your hand in his, and his other hand wraps around your waist to help you up and steady yourself against him. Once you’re finally standing, he grins, leaning into your ear, “Remember, even Leonardo DiCaprio shits himself at the table.”

You don’t even realize his arm is still wrapped around your waist until you notice the absence of it. You giggle lightly, biting your lip. “Of course. And I think I saw Brad Pitt throw up in the bathroom last year.”

“Austin, we gotta go,” His publicist grabs his hand, and you feel a pang of disappointment. You almost think he does too, his blue eyes turning grayish as he looks back at her.

“Right,” He clears his throat. “Well, good luck tonight, [Y/N]. I hope you win.”

“You too,” The smile on your face is probably permanently tattooed on. You feel Jane’s hand on your back, slowly moving you away from him although your feet beg to stay.

“Oh, and [Y/N]?” You turn back around to face him, “Big fan of your work.”

With that, he turns away with his publicist to go and find his seat amongst the crowd. You watch him disappear, an indescribable feeling washing over your entire body. You’re also being whisked away to your table, greeted by familiar faces and friends. But it’s pretty clear that’s not the reason why you’re smiling.

Some part of your brain decides on one thing: this won’t be the last time you see him.

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You decide that you like California. Not a whole lot, but enough to make you sign a contract for a new film. Normally, you believe that Los Angeles and all its surrounding cities are a dreadful structure that encapsulates all the worst features of privileged Southern California lifestyle. But the food is undeniably tasty, and your new apartment is decorated with high ceilings and well-lit rooms, so you’ll make do. You’ll be filming in sunny Calabasas, where the houses are painted a perfect shade of white, where time stills a little and every cloud is just the right amount of fluffy.

The Oscar’s had came and went, and you won, to no one’s surprise but your own. With that accomplishment came offers. People really, truly wanted to work with you, and although it baffled you, Jane was having the time of her life coordinating auditions and interviews.

Everything was truly perfect.

You flip through the pages of your fresh script, your manicured nails turning through the warm pages, the black ink bleeding onto the sheets. Jane sits across from you, feverishly scribbling something, negotiating your pay for your new film. She’ll deliver. In the end, she always does.

She hangs up her call, sighing from relief. You’re about to ask her how it went, if you got the price you wanted, before her phone blares again with that god awful ringtone she refuses to change. She answers it, a cheerful tone in her voice, “Kate? So good to hear from you! What’s going on?”

You tune out of her conversation, focusing your eyes back on the mass of paper in front of you. A new story to be told. A new character to embody. A new chapter of your life. It’s all very emotional and sappy and you almost want to cry tears of happiness, but you’ll save that for later, once you get home and crack open a bottle of wine.

You hear Jane place her phone down, and your eyes flicker back up to her. There’s an expression on her face that’s unreadable, and you’re unsure of how to process it. Oh, no. If you didn’t get the price you wanted, that would suck. Or, maybe you did and she’s just unsure on how to process emotion. You always thought she was a robot.

“I just had the weirdest phone call,” She finally speaks, scratching her forehead quizzically.

“What’s up?” You ask mindlessly, certain she’s going to tell you something personal like her cousin getting married to a farmer.

“That was Austin Butler’s publicist. She said he’s been asking about you since the Oscars.”

There’s no fucking way. She’s pranking you. Any second now, Ashton Kutcher is going to pop out behind the doorframe and say “You’ve been Punk’d!” and then maybe he’ll also bring out Austin to further your embarrassment.

“Excuse me?” You blink.

“Yeah,” She seems just as baffled as you are. “She said he’s been trying to find a way to get in contact with you, but turns out, you guys don’t have a lot of mutual friends.”

Well, that makes sense.

She continues on, “Anyway, she gave me his number and then said he wants to ask you on a date. So, do with that what you will.”

She unlocks her phone, slides it across the table to you, and you see a phone number typed into her notes. Your hand trembles as you pick up the iPhone, copying the number into your own contacts. You feel woozy, just like you did on that red carpet, just like you did the moment you locked eyes with him.

“Right, well,” You clear your throat. “I’ll just step outside and call him real quick.”

She nods, raising one eyebrow. There’s a small grin that appears on her lips, a knowing one, and you slide out the door into the hallway.

You don’t know what comes over you, or what demon compels you, but you click the number. You hear the ring. There��s a pause. Your heart drops as you think that he might not answer.

And then you hear him. His voice.

“Hello?”

“Uh, h-hi. Hi. This is, um, [Y/N]. Your publicist gave me your number.”

It almost sounds ridiculous.

“[Y/N]. You know, I’ve been trying to get ahold of you but turns out you’re not an easy person to reach,” You can hear the smile in his voice.

“Well, you know me and my presence. All time low,” You say sarcastically, and he chuckles.

“Right. Well, congratulations on your win. Very well-deserved,” His voice is deeper than you remember. There’s a slight desire that pools between your legs for a moment before you snap yourself back into reality.

“You too. Some would call it the performance of the year,” And you can’t even believe it’s happening. You’re really flirting with him.

“Thank you,” He says so softly, so charming. He’s always grateful and humble, and it makes you even more attracted to him. If that’s even possible at this point. “So, do you think there’s a chance you would allow me to take you out to dinner? Somewhere lowkey, you know, for your presence and all?”

The question is so unbelievable that you can’t even take it in. You make a few sounds, splutter over your words and trip over them like you did your own two feet at the Oscars. Your heartbeat travels up to your eardrum, pounding with every ounce of blood that travels through you. “U-uh, umm… well, you know, let me go ahead and check my schedule.” There’s a pause. You cover the reciever and scream a silent yell into the void, jumping a few feet high.

Clearing your throat, you say, “Hm. Seems like I’m free tomorrow.”

“You can’t do tonight?”

The question takes you aback. Surely, he can’t be asking that because he wants to see you. “Oh, why? Are you leaving California tomorrow?”

“Not at all,” You hear him shuffle. “I just really want to take you out.”

“Right, yes, of course.” You let his question hang in the air. You know your answer, but you like letting him think there’s a possibility you might reject him.

“I am free tonight.”

“Great,” His voice is upbeat, a newfound excitement peeking through. “Well, text me your address. I’ll send a car to pick you up.”

“Yup, totally. Super duper cool. Looking really forward to it,” You babble on, pacing the hallway you’ve trapped yourself in.

He lets out a low laugh, “Me too. I’ll see you tonight. Bye, [Y/N].”

You say your goodbyes, leaning against the wall for stability before you collapse into a puddle. Later, a janitor might come to find your lifeless body glued to the wall. Cause of death? Man built like a Greek god asks woman on date.

But, everything is fine. You’ll somehow make it.

There’s a ridiculous feeling in your heart, a warmth that spreads to your toes and fingers. Now, everything is perfect.

｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆

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[softtdaisy]

can i just start by saying how excited i am for you to be doing this?? i know you're going to do an amazing job my darling💜💜🫶🫶

but you already know what i'm going to say... AND IT IS MICK + “look, the bed’s surely big enough for us both.” please🥹🥹🥹

Pairing: Mick Schumacher x Wolff!female!reader

Words: 1110

A/n: Why did I go for a Wolff reader? I don’t know but i like it. It’s super fluffy and I hope you will love it honey 💛💛

You were the biggest fan of the rain.

Not that you really didn’t like it. As long as you were inside, watching it fall from your bed and under the cover, it was fine. But when you have to go outside…nope. Definitely not your favorite thing.

Needless to say that being Toto Wolff’s daughter didn’t help because your dad kept giving you his stress when it was raining during a race. He was stoic, you were overly stressed.

So when you looked up at the sky and saw that it was getting darker, you felt like your biggest enemy was coming back.

Good thing was, the race wasn’t today.

Bad thing was, there was a big party in the circuit right now.

Nobody seemed to really care about the rain coming. Everyone kept talking with each other. You even heard your dad laughing loudly. You rolled your eyes, he was such a show by himself. When you start looking for other people’s reaction, your eyes meet Mick’s.

Mick Schumacher.

Your dad's new protégé.

Your biggest crush so far.

You couldn’t help it. It was the way he looked at you, how he seemed to read through you with this beautiful eyes. The way he smiled and how you melt for it. The way he laughed and lighted up your whole world. The way the Mercedes merch looked so good on him.

Or how nice he was with you.

Mick never saw you as Toto’s daughter, you were you and that’s all that mattered. He was always asking about your life and you felt important in his eyes.

You watched him walk to you and could help the smile growing on your face. “I guess I’m not the only one who noticed the sudden change in the sky,” he said once he was close. You both look up to make sure you didn’t dream it.

“I don’t like that.” You pouted. He laughed at your silly face and for a good second, this sound made everything better..

But Mick didn’t had the time to reply before the first drops fell on you.

And before you could even understand, it all became chaos.

A few drops became a whole storm with thunder and wind. Glasses and plates were flying in the air. Everyone was running to leave the place. You even lost your dad. And you were awfully wet. You hated the rain.

But you weren’t alone. And Mick didn’t wait too long before putting his arm around your shoulder to make you run with him. You were following him blindly, you couldn’t see anything with the rain. And when he felt like he could hold you close like that, he immediately took your hand in his.

Now you were following him blindly but because you couldn’t think straight anymore.

“We should head to the hotel, we’ll see what we can do after. Is that alright with you?” Mick finally asked you once you were sitting in his car. It was so natural for him to make sure you agree even if it was the only thing you could do right now. He would never impose anything on you.

Especially not you.

Mick spent the whole ride thinking about what he was doing. He was bringing you to his hotel room. You.

The girl he could help but love since he laid his eyes on her. He had been trying to keep his cool since the beginning of the season.

Even when George teased him on his obvious crush.

Even when Toto gave him his blessing. One he didn’t even ask for yet.

He had no idea how the night was going to end. He acted on an impulse, seeing everyone freaking out and leaving the place. He couldn’t leave you there. He had to take you with him.

And now you were in the hotel room. His hotel room.

“Take this.” Mick gave you a shirt to change. “I don’t want you to be sick” he laughed to sound more confident. He wasn’t.

“You’re so considerate” you laughed back, as if the idea of wearing Mick’s shirt wasn’t driving you insane. “I’m calling my dad to make sure he’s alright.”

Mick waited for you, sitting on the bed. He tried to listen to your conversation but couldn’t hear anything. Would Toto ask him to bring you back to your own room? Would he be mad that he left with you without asking?

Was he planning a wedding already?

When you opened the door, Mick got up…only to fall back because he lost his balance. “Dad says thanks for taking care of me.” Yeah. Of course he’s not mad.

Mick scratched his neck. “I couldn’t leave you.” He got up again and stayed up for good this time. “Take the bed, I’ll take the sofa.”

He didn’t give you the time to answer or anything before locking himself in the bathroom. So you just had to wait by yourself. Which wasn’t too bad, actually. You finally found the time to think about what was happening here. You being alone with Mick was like a dream coming true. Nobody to look at you or make fun of you. Just you and him to see if what you wanted could become a real thing.

You were already laying in the sheets when he opened the door again. And you were breathless. Mick was shirtless, only wearing a tracksuit. His hair was wet and, of course, he put his hand in it right when he walked in front of you. He looked so pretty, like an angel. When he kneeled to grab a shirt, you decided it was now or never.

“Mick?”

“Hm? Yeah?” His head was still lost in his suitcase

“Look, the bed’s surely big enough for us both…”

He turned around suddenly. He wasn’t sure he heard it properly. Were you really offering him to sleep in the same bed? “You’re sure about that?” He asked, walking to you slowly. He put a hand on the bed, like it could disappear suddenly.

You put your hand on top of his. “Never been more sure in my life.”

It wasn’t until Mick was laying next to you that he noticed he didn’t put on his shirt. You laughed at his confusion. “Is it too much if I say you don’t have to put one?” You were taking all the risks tonight. And Mick didn’t seem to mind. He leaned towards you, approaching his face closer to yours.

“It depends. Is it too much if I’m kissing you right now?”

Maybe you changed your mind.

Maybe the rain wasn’t that terrible in the end.

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[blacksmokehorizons]

Taken

Summary: It was just meant to be a quick trip into the waking world, just to locate a certain nightmare for your husband. But instead of going home when you found the nightmare, you were trapped in a mortals basement. - Dream x Reader

Warnings: Brief description of Jessamy dying, some swearing, and general sadness for the first lil chunk. I believe that’s it?? Don’t come at me for the lame title I’m bad at making those up I’ll get better I promise. Rip to the possible grammar and spacing errors I missed.

A/N: I’ve had this in my drafts for a hot minute, and i’ve re-read it so much it’s annoying. This was not meant to be over 2k but here we are. I really need to find cute little dividers to put in my fics lmao II Gif not mine credit to the creator - I do not consent to my work being reposted to other sites, I only post my writing here, but likes and reblogs are appreciated! 

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“He is my creation, I insist-”

“You have better things to do than chase around a rogue nightmare my love.”

Morpheus sighed, you could see he was having an internal conflict. You knew the dangers of the waking world just as well as he did. But you liked to think you could handle said dangers without your husband lurking behind you. You climbed up the steps to his throne stopping just before you bumped into his knees.

“Let me go track Corinthian down, then I’ll pop back here and fill you in. Might even be able to sweet talk him into coming back, I’ve been told I have quite the charm.” ending your plea with a smile.

You could see the slight eye roll you were given, didn’t change the fact Morpheus smirked the tiniest bit. “Please don’t try to confront him, I like to keep him far from you.” he mumbled, standing up from his throne.

You leaned forward and wrapped your arms around Morpheus, he copied your actions immediately. Moving his head down to speak into your ear, “Promise me you’ll be safe my love.”

You leaned back just enough to meet his eyes, “I promise, if it makes you feel better send Jessamy to keep an eye on me.”

That was the last time you saw Morpheus, and that moment played over and over in your head.

~ ~ ~ ~

“So which one have I got then?”

“You my friend have the King of Dreams wife locked up in your basement”

“What will she get me?”

“Not much I’m afraid, but do yourself a favor and make sure the sigils on the floor keep her powerless. The last thing you want is for her to zap back home and send her husband rampaging into your home.��� Corinthian stopped pacing the room. Adjusting his glasses before continuing, “Do yourself a favor and take that wedding ring of hers, that’s the closest you’ll get to any of Dreams power.”

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Soon your captor was stalking around you like a lion watching his prey. You felt sick, exposed, whatever other word fits that bill, you felt it. Listening to this man, who introduced himself as Roderick, rambles about how if you give him what he wants you can go free. Your eyes simply follow him around the room not saying a single word. As he left he thanked you for the gift, holding out your beloved wedding ring that now hung from a chain. 

And so the rather uncomfortable days went on, as you sat contorted into a position that protected a bit of your modesty, feeling the anguish settle in your chest. Only being able to imagine what Morpheus was feeling. You did find a bit of solace when you had the women guards watching you. Their eyes stayed on their books, and when they looked at you the looks were filled with confusion.. and occasionally sadness.

Roderick came back to visit you again, but this time he got a reaction from you. Not that it mattered much to him, he just wanted you to cooperate.

“All you have to do is summon your Morpheus-”

“Don’t you dare speak his name,” you snapped startling him. The first words you’d spoken to him dripped with venom.

Tears welled in your eyes at the thought of Morpheus. Eventually left alone again you let the tears flow, choking back sobs. You could have wept forever if you wanted, but you collected yourself and returned to the stoic state you had adopted since being captured.

~ ~ ~ ~ 

Hearing the flap of bird wings had your head snapping up towards the door, you watched Jessamy slip between the bars and flutter about your prison. You shifted to sit up more as she pecked at the glass, you smiled for the first time in years. Hope ignited in your chest, because if she sees you, Dream sees you. 

“Jessamy, oh sweet bird look at you.” your voice broke, from being overwhelmed and not being used for years. Her pecking became more frantic as your hand reached up to touch the glass.

Then a loud boom had you staring at blood, your eyes slowly moving down to the corpse of you and your husband's beloved raven. The anger in your eyes was enough to send a brief look of terror across Alex’s, while Roderick stood by the door with no reaction. As they left you be, you would have given anything to be able to grieve without people watching you. To scream, cry, wail, anything would have done. Instead you just wept silently, making yourself as small as you possibly could inside your cage.

~ ~ ~ ~ 

You had seen Roderick die, and his son grow old. Yet he still begged for what he had no business, trying to bargain with you. He sat in his wheelchair damning you to hell when you glared and uttered a soft, “I owe you nothing.”

Maybe you would decay here. Eventually turn to dust and be forgotten by time, any fate is better than sitting in silence for the rest of this universe's existence. Your eyes closed, even if you slept you never dreamed, thanks to whatever chalk markings kept you here and hidden from The Dreaming. You made peace with the silence long ago, it was more comforting than suffocating now.

Your ongoing silence was disrupted by someone approaching the basement, not having the energy to deal with another berating you kept your eyes closed. As you listened to the guards approach the door and utter sounds of confusion you were intrigued. Opening your eyes as you heard two loud thuds, and for a moment you didn't believe your eyes. Morpheus was standing right in front of you, looking down at the chalk markings before wiping them away with his foot. He stepped forward putting his hand on the glass separating you. The sob that slipped out sounded like it should’ve come from a wounded animal, not the queen of The Dreaming.

Soon the glass was shattered and you were collapsing into his arms, broken sobs leaving your lips as you clung to him. The first thing out of your mouth nearly broke Morpheus, “I-I’m so sorry oh I’m an idiot, it’s all my fault. They shot her right in front of me and I knew you were watching it too and- oh god-.”

He hugged you impossibly close, shushing you gently, “Let me take you home my love.”

Sand whipped around you and when you opened your eyes you were back in your shared bedroom. You were home. Silently thanking Morpheus for ensuring you were clothed when you both appeared. So many things you wanted to say but nothing but choked sobs were coming out of your mouth. But it seemed like Morpheus understood everything you were trying to say as he held onto you. 

Your sobs seemed never ending, their severity had gone down and now you just held onto Morpheus as if he himself would turn into sand and blow away. He made no effort to try and stop your tears, as he silently wept on his own. You pulled away gently, moving to cup his face in your hands, which he welcomed. Wiping his tears and taking a shaky breath, “I’m so sorry,” you whispered.

This time it was Morpheus’s turn to move his hands to your face, his face holding a look of disbelief. “You are apologizing for being taken against your will? When it is I who should be sorry, begging on my knees for your forgiveness.” You attempted to shake your head, but he continued before you could protest.

“I should have found you sooner, it never occurred to me that someone could steal you away from me. I will never let that happen again.”

You leaned forward into him, hiding your head in the crook of his neck. He held onto you in silence for as long as you wanted. Your tears had stopped and when you leaned back, just enough to look around your shared bedroom, head turning in all directions. Not a single thing had changed in over a century, it was just as the day you left it.

“I could not bear the thought of changing much throughout the palace,” Morpheus murmured as if he read your mind, “To change anything would have been erasing your presence here.. That and I knew you would scold me the day you came back had anything been changed without your consent.”  At that you let a soft laugh out accompanied by a smile. A smile Morpheus had missed so much, his fingers gently tilted your head towards him as he leaned towards you. Stopping only inches from your lips, giving you a moment to say no should you not want to go any further.

You closed the small gap connecting your lips to his, a pathetic whimper escaping into his mouth. Had you not been so enamored by feeling his lips for the first time in over a century, you’d have felt embarrassed by that sound. Even with all that time apart your bodies still knew each other just the same. Mouths moving slowly and gently against one another, as if one of you would shatter with too rough of movement. Your hands had made their way up the back of Morpheus’s neck, ever so gently winding your fingers through his hair. As gentle as that motion was, it was still enough to pull a soft moan from the back of his throat. The kiss became more intense, pulling yourself impossibly closer to your lover, as if trying to fuse your bodies together for the rest of eternity. 

It was Morpheus who pulled away first, a slight smile gracing his lips as you both caught your breath. “As much as I would love to spend the next several hours with you in this room, you have a realm that has missed you so.” Knowing he was right you copied his small smile planting a final soft kiss on his lips before asking, “Do I look presentable? Minus the dark circles around my eyes.”

To which he responded, “You look perfect my love.”

His hand slid down and laced his fingers with yours, “Before I forget,” he mumbled as something slipped onto your finger, “I believe this belongs to you, my queen.”

Looking down at your hand you saw your wedding ring back where it’s meant to be. A feeling of contentment washed over you being reunited with it.

~ ~ ~ ~ 

Morpheus held out his arm as you both descended down the stairs, you took it gladly needing all the support you could get. Turns out being sat in a glass prison for a century makes you feel like a baby deer in terms of walking. “Shall we stop by the library first?” he proposed, to which you agreed immediately. The thought of seeing Lucienne and Mervyn made your heart soar, which was clear in your footsteps as they sped up. Taking in the palace, still the exact same as Morpheus said, although it seemed a bit unwelcoming.

“I will be the first to admit,” your husband began hesitantly, “When it was evident you were missing… the palace grew colder. Which may have been the result of my demeanor.”

Your heart ached for him then, simply squeezing his arm as you rounded the corner and got into the library. As you both walked through some shelves you heard the loud booming of laughter, clearly from Mervyn. Finally making it into the main area, you saw the table he was sitting at, with a raven you’d never seen before.

“Perfect timing my lord, there’s a few books I’d-” Lucienne’s voice died in her throat as she emerged from a corner of the library. Dropping the book in her hand, speaking in a whisper, “My Lady?”

You nodded and darted towards her, yanking her into a hug, which she welcomed. Occupied by the reunion with her you missed Mervyn’s head snapping in your direction with a gasp. You separated and it was apparent you were both fighting back tears.

“I-It’s been-”

“Too long?”

“Too long indeed my lady, oh how we’ve missed you” sniffling as she spoke, you could feel the urge to ask questions radiate off her. But she knew you’d explain everything to her in time.

Soon you were being pulled into another hug by the beloved pumpkin head, to which you let out a giggle. “Good to have you back ma’am, I missed my gossip buddy.” This was the most you had smiled in a long time. “I’m sure we have a lot to catch up on.” “Boy do we! The minute you’re free I'll start the catch up!”

Finally your eyes landed on the raven who was awkwardly hopping from foot to foot on the table beside you. You bent down slightly, just enough to not absolutely tower over the poor bird. “And who is this little bird?” You queried softly, feeling the apprehension in the room. Morpheus didn’t intend for you to meet him right away. After what you witnessed with Jessamy, he was going to put this off for as long as possible.

The raven cleared his throat before speaking, “M-My name is um, Matthew, caw! It’s Matthew ma’am.” he avoided eye contact like it would anger you. Hearing Lucienne validate his existence for your husband's safety made you you smile, holding out your hand for Matthew. He hesitantly hopped into your palm as you stood up, gently running a finger over his head.

“Welcome to the family Matthew, I owe you a lot for keeping my husband in one piece for part of my absence,” your tone warm and soft, causing a visible relaxation in the raven and the room, “After all, I know how stubborn he can be.” Laughter echoed through the library as you finished that sentence. He dipped his head as you let him hop back onto the table, and soon you were on Morpheus’s arm again walking around the realm, feeling the joy slip back into every crevice in your presence.

#morpheus x you #morpheus imagines #morpheus x reader #the sandman imagine #dream of the endless

[darkbluekies]

How would the yandere's react to a reader who gets propositioned/asked out alot ? Lol i can imagine their reactions being funny and terrifying at the same time.

Warnings: a lot of jealousy, threats, death, rude Hedwig :O

Silas: 

His jealous ass wouldn't be able to stay calm in front of you. Everytime he brings you outside or around people there's always one who has to approach you. He’ll grimace and roll his eyes in annoyance. He’ll pull you close and kiss your neck while death staring your suitor in the eye. Thankfully, one look at his gun and a threat about hiding their corpse and they’ll most likely run.

“You prick. This one’s mine, asshole, and the longer you stare at my partner, the longer your punishment will be. Trust me, I don't go easy on the ones trying to steal my things away from me. Especially not my partner. Y/N, stay back, this person doesn’t seem to understand what’s best for them. I’m going to break their bones until they get it through their thick head. Afterwards, we’re going home, I’m sick of people looking at what’s mine!”

Dr Kry:

He tries to keep his jealousy at bay, knowing that you’re not a couple. He’s not allowed to be jealous when people come up and ask you out, but it’s happening so often that he sees red. He tries to make you stay in your room, but if you’re not coming to them … they come to you. He chases them out and closes the door after himself to make sure that you won’t have to hear his threats.

“Listen, I don’t know what you think you are doing, but you’re not going to come close to my patient ever again, got it? I’m caring for them and they’re not in any condition to play around with you. If you don’t want to end up in the morgue, you better run back to whatever facility you came from and stay there. Otherwise you’ll leave this hospital in a body bag.”

King Edmund:

Jealous ass number two wouldn’t be able to keep his composure in front of you. The people in the castle know not to come in contact with you, but people outside … they’re not so lucky as to know what measures to take when they see you. Edmund will have his knights grab the people who talk to you. He’ll spit at their shoes in disgust.

“How in the entire world did you think that it’d be a good idea to ask out my dearest? I’ve had enough of these thoughtless peasants! I’ll behead them all! Starting with you. Then maybe people will start to understand that Y/N is mine. As for you, my dear, you’re not leaving our bedroom for a long, long time.”

Jerry:

At first, she would laugh upon seeing people approach you because of how uncomfortable you were, but when it happened again and again … and again, she’d be sick of it. She’ll walk up to you and give your lips a warning kiss, although none of this is your fault. 

“It seems like I’m not the only one who has opened my eyes for you, baby. You seem to be quite the catch here. Ah, what a pity … I liked this club. Now we can’t come back. Go outside. Wait for me there. I’m going to create a bullet rain to make sure that no one leaves with impure thoughts about you in their heads.”

Hedwig: 

Hedwig’s neediness will shine right through when you’re talking to a classmate, rejecting them politely. She’ll cling onto your arm and wait impatiently, eventually kissing your jaw and cheek. The classmate doesn’t seem to get a hint. It’s not the first time. Hedwig’s never rude or impolite, but she’s had enough of people eyeing you like this. Before she claimed you, no one came up to you, but suddenly people see you. It’s infuriating. 

“Are you blind? I’m their girlfriend and I’m right here! But you’re oblivious to that, aren’t you? The only thing you can think of is to get my sweetheart's number. They’ve already rejected you! Leave, I’m losing my patience. If you’re still here in two minutes I’ll call my father. You’ll never be able to come back here again and your parents will lose their jobs. What are you waiting for? Leave!”

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere drabbles #yandere x you #yandere imagines #yandere fics #yandere mafia #yandere oc x you #yandere female #yandere king #yandere doctor #yandere reactions #yandere headcanons

[jessicaloons]

Chapter 35:

I’m standing on a tightrope, alone…

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TW: panic attack

"Lizzie?" JK snapped his fingers in front of my face and I blinked, looking around.

"What?" I asked confused.

"Where are you?" he tilted his head a little.

"Where am I? Here? Right in front of you?"

"No, silly. Where are you in here?" he poked my forehead with his index finger and I sighed "That bad?"

"Where do you want me to start?" I chuckled sarcastically.

"How about what’s with you and Charles?" he said and I grimaced "Ouhhh, hit the nail on the head at the first go. So, what’s with you and lover boy?"

"We had a fight. No… it wasn’t really a fight, more a disagreement? I don’t know…" I mumbled, plopping down on the bench.

"About?"

"Umm-… I got a call from a psychiatric hospital…" I began but stopped.

"Diaz wants to talk to you, right?" JK said and I looked up.

"How did you know?"

"Makes sense. He’s facing a serious sentence, making amends and showing remorse looks good and might make the judge more lenient when it comes to a trial…" he sat down next to me and handed me my water.

"You think he’s only doing it for show? He’s not being honest?"

"He assaulted you 3 times. He harassed and blackmailed you. I don’t know… how much could he change already in not even 3.5 weeks?"

"Charles thinks the same…" I sighed and JK chuckled "What?"

"So you said you want to go and talk to him and Charles doesn’t want you to go, that’s why you fought? Or disagreed over?" he asked and I nodded "Does that surprise you? I only heard what happened and want to kill this dude… Charles had to witness how he almost killed you… yeah harsh words, but it’s the ugly truth. Charles walked in on Diaz almost choking you to death… I think that he doesn’t want you anywhere near him ever again is just a normal reaction."

"I know, okay? It’s just… doesn’t everyone deserve a second chance? He might be sick? Have a mental disease? Maybe he needs this to heal?" I said when the door slammed shut and I flinched, turning around. I didn’t expect to see him here. The Ferrari team debrief always took way longer than the Audi ones.

"Unbelievable." Charles looked at me, a scowl on his face "You know I actually thought about it… thought about you might need this to find closure, that that’s the reason you consider it. But no, of course not… you want to go because he might need it to heal…"

"I don’t need to talk to him to find closure. I’m fine." I stood up and grabbed the dumbbells.

"Yeah? You’re fine? And what about at night? When you have nightmares? When you wake up, tear soaked face, whimpering, shaking? Totally fine." Charles scoffed "You don’t even want to talk to Dr. Lindner, cancelling all your appointments… you’re totally fine."

"I don’t need to talk about every little thing that has happened to me…"

"Every little thing?" Charles interrupted me "Every little thing? Lizzie, after everything he’s done to you, you owe him nothing! He forced himself onto you, groping you, kissing you, all without your consent, that is sexual assault! He began harassing you, asking you disgusting questions and when you didn’t answer he assaulted you again, blackmailing you. Threatening our family? He wanted you to manipulate races, he wanted you to commit a freaking crime! And when you didn’t do what he wanted, he tried to kill you in your own fucking home! Nothing of all of that is a little thing… and all of it combined?"

I sat down on the bench again and began my first set of shoulder presses with the dumbbells.

"And now you’re ignoring me? Very mature…" Charles shook his head and walked away, Andrea followed him.

I kept on doing my set and when I was done sat down the dumbbells. JK kept staring at me for the next sets and after a while I had enough.

"Say it. Come on…" I groaned but he only shook his head.

"I’m not going to tell you what to do. But just so you know, Charles is right… you owe Diaz nothing." he said and packed away the elastic bands and ropes "Finish this set and we’re done for today."

I nodded and finished the set, watching Charles in the mirror in the back doing his sets more aggressive than ever before. I packed up my things and left, straight into our hotel room where I took a long shower, thinking about what Charles had said yesterday, but also today.

He was right, I had nightmares, Diaz face appearing night after night in front of my eyes. His hands clutching tightly around my throat. When I woke up I still felt their touch on my skin. I wasn’t even sure if I wanted to talk to him? See him ever again. It was more the fact that everyone told me to talk about what happened. How everyone was patronising me like I was a little girl. They all looked at me like I was a fragile, little bird. Made out of glass. Needed them to handle me with kid gloves. It was frustrating. I wanted this to be over. Once and for all. Over. Done. I wanted to know why he did all of that. Why he hated me so much? Because I rejected him in 2019? He was still holding a grudge on me after 4 years? That couldn’t be it. That just couldn’t be all. And that’s what I needed to know. The whole story. But I didn’t like how everyone tried to tell me how to feel. How to behave. Talking to him to find closure would only proof them right. And I hated it. So damn much.

Charles POV:

"Do you wanna talk about it?" Andrea asked when I saw Lizzie packing up her things and leaving without saying a word.

"There’s nothing to talk about… she doesn’t listen to me anyway. She’s doing whatever she wants to do and I have to accept it. It’s like this." I replied and continued my work out.

After a while Andrea stopped me.

"We’re done for today. It’s not working like this Charles, you’re too aggressive. You’ll hurt yourself if we continue." he said and I sighed "You should talk to Lizzie…"

"Yeah… I will, for now I’ll go on the treadmill doing a little run…"

"But just that! Then you go back to Lizzie and talk!" Andrea cocked an eyebrow and I nodded "Good! I’ll leave you alone. I don’t need to watch you running, but don’t go crazy!"

"I won’t, promise!" I said and waved him goodbye.

Not even two minutes of running and my thoughts were already spinning around Lizzie. I had to talk to someone and I had an idea to who.

Stepping out of the gym shower, I dressed up and then took a deep breath dialling the number, hoping he would pick up as I was in dire need of his advice.

"Charles, how are you kiddo?"

"Hey Seb! I’m sorry for calling this late… I’m- I’m okay. How are you? How’s Hanna? The kids?"

"You know me, I’m always just fine… as for the family… well I guess they’re annoyed by my presence every now and then and it’s not even that late, just because I have kids, my day doesn’t end at 8, you know.." he laughed and I joined in "So, Charles… what’s going on? Don’t get me wrong, I’m always happy to hear from you, but I know you good enough to know that something’s going on?"

"Yeah… you’re right…" I sighed "I just need to talk to someone…"

"Alright… I wasn’t planning on showing up before Sunday somewhere near the track, but I’m in Silverstone… there is this little pub, meet me there in half an hour?" he said and I felt relieved.

"Thank you Seb, really!" I smiled, slipping into my shoes.

"It’s okay, I meant what I said when I left the team, whenever you need me, you can always call. I’ll send you the address."

25 minutes later I parked the car and got out, looking for the bistro.

"Charles!" Seb waved me over and got up when I walked up to him "Good to see you." he hugged me and I had to smile. A bear hug from Seb always felt great.

"Hey Seb! Thanks for meeting up with me." I said when we sat down.

"No worries. You can always call." he smiled as a waiter came over to take our order "I’ll have a beer, Lager, from the tap."

"I’ll have a coke." I ordered and the waiter left again.

"So, how’s Lizzie? I texted and called after I heard what happened but she wasn’t really talking about it…" Seb looked at me.

"She says she’s fine… but she’s not… she doesn’t want to talk about it though. With no one, not even her therapist." I sighed when the waiter returned with our drinks. We thanked him and I took a sip of the cold coke before I groaned "I was so fucking blind! Everything he did to her happened right under my nose and I didn’t realise it."

"We all didn’t! Lizzie has many talents, but one of her biggest ones is for sure masking her own feelings and acting like everything is fine. She talked to me last year about Diaz. But it was only about how he asks all of this inappropriate questions, harassing her! Would I’ve known what he was doing to her?" he stopped and shook his head.

"She has nightmares. She wakes up screaming, shaking, scared and confused… I hate it. I feel like I can’t do anything to help her…" I began but Seb shook his head.

"You’re there for her. That’s all you can do at the moment! Don’t think like what you’re doing isn’t enough!"

"I don’t know… his doctor called… he wants to talk to Lizzie… and I think she considers going. But not for herself, no, she would do it for him! Because apparently everyone deserves a second chance…" I scoffed.

"Hmm…" Seb only hummed and I looked at him "Lizzie often says things to hide her true feelings? Maybe this time she’s doing it as well? Maybe she needs this. Needs to talk to him to find closure herself? But she just doesn’t know it yet? Or not fully?"

"If she wants to talk to him for herself then I’m there for her 100%. I’ll fully support her! But if she really wants to talk to him for his sake? To help him? How could I support that? I want to-…" I began but stopped, playing with my bracelet.

"You want to see him suffer? Rot in hell?"

"I want to see him dead." I swallowed hard, not able to meet Seb’s eyes on me.

"Charles? Hey?" he said and I slowly looked up, feeling bad for saying such a thing "It’s okay to feel like this… it really is. What he did to Lizzie? What he did to you? It’s just understandable. Don’t be too hard on yourself!"

"I never felt this much hate in my entire life." I admitted after a while and Seb only nodded "He didn’t just hurt Lizzie. He also dragged Sissy and Liam, Liam out of all people, into this whole mess…"

"He also hurt you! Don’t forget yourself, Charles."

"I don’t care about myself. I care about Lizzie, I care about Sissy, I care about Liam!"

"One of the many reasons why you and Lizzie are perfect for each other is that you both always put everyone else above you… but this all isn’t just about Lizzie. He dragged you into it. He hurt you as well. It’s okay to feel like this. And it’s also okay to not want him anywhere near Lizzie ever again."

"So what do I do? Just tell her it’s okay if she wants to see him? Tell her to go ahead and sit in a room with the guy he almost killed her?" I scoffed a little.

"No. You tell her exactly how you feel. Why you don’t want her near him. But that you will fully support her decision if she really wants to talk to him… I know you don’t like it. But sometimes we have to swallow down our feelings in order to help the people that we love the most." Seb smiled a little and after a while I nodded.

"Thank you. Really. I just needed to talk to someone. I just… thank you, Seb!" I said and he just shrugged his shoulders.

"Whenever you need me, you can call me. Whenever you need a little timeout from everything, you can always come visit me. Just because I’m not racing anymore doesn’t mean that I’m out of the world, you know?" he chuckled a little.

"I don’t like racing without you… it’s just not the same anymore." I admitted but he shook his head.

"My time had come. There will be a time when you will feel the same. When always being away from your family is becoming more and more draining. When racing alone doesn’t make you happy anymore. I had reached this point actually in my last year with Ferrari. But I continued… and I dreaded it. One day when you feel the same, you know what I’m talking about." he waved the waiter over and paid for our drinks "And now go back to Lizzie. Talk to her. When I learned one thing in life it’s that talking solves most of our problems…"

"Thank you Seb! For everything!" we got up and I hugged him "I see you on Sunday?"

"You can bet on it!" he smiled and waved when he walked off, getting on his bike and I had to chuckle a little.

"Lizzie?" I asked into the room when I opened the door to our hotel room. No reply. The room was empty. I looked for a note or anything. Nothing. No text. No missed call. Nothing. I called her just to land straight on her mailbox. It was already half past ten.

"Hey Charles, everything’s good?" JK asked when he picked up.

"Yeah. Do you know where Lizzie is? She’s not in our hotel? She left the gym way earlier than I did?"

"Not since the gym?" he replied and I sighed.

"Alright. If she texts you or calls you, can you let me know?"

"Sure thing. And Charles? I’m 100 % on your side on this… the only reason for her to see him should be for her closure. Her peace of mind. Not for his sake. He doesn’t deserve it…" JK said and I smiled a little.

"Thanks JK. I just wish Lizzie would see it that way…"

"Deep down I think she does… but you know her, never show any kind of weakness. Which is weird, because she’s the toughest person I know…" he said.

"She really is. She just needs to see it…"

"Yeah. I’m sure she will one day… but for now, I’ll give her a call and check in on her, then I let you know where she is, okay?"

"Thanks JK." I said and we hung up.

I changed into sweatpants and a shirt and grabbed the room service menu, ordering two salads, two sandwiches, that way Lizzie could eat something when she came back.

After 20 minutes JK texted me that Lizzie was back in the gym, running. I considered joining her, but maybe she needed some time to think. Alone. So I waited. And waited. I went to bed and turned on the tv, watching a survival show, still waiting for Lizzie. After a while I drifted off to sleep.

I stared at the sandwich and the salad on the table, looking over at Charles, asleep. Even though he was mad at me, he still looked out for me. I hated it. I hated how perfect he was. It made me feel even worse. I grabbed the food and sat down on the sofa, eating in silence, before I took a shower and climbed into bed, careful not to wake Charles up.

I ran at least 20 kilometres tonight but I still felt restless. I watched the time ticking away and before any of our alarms went off I got up and dressed. I just slipped into my shoes when I saw Charles stirring in the bed, I grabbed my bag and phone and quietly opened the door, right when I was through the door I heard Charles calling after me. But I stepped outside and closed the door, almost sprinting to the elevator.

"So I guess you haven’t talked to Charles?" I flinched when I stepped out of the elevator and bumped into JK.

"What?" I looked at him, heart racing.

"I wasn’t expecting you for another hour. That you’re here now, means that you left before Charles woke up, to not talk to him…"

"JK…" I began but he groaned.

"This is stupid, Liz. And you know it! Charles didn’t do anything wrong. The only thing he did was tell you that he didn’t like the thought of you going to see the guy who not just harassed you for years, but also assaulted you. Can you blame him that he wants to protect you?" JK gave me a stern look "Yeah that’s what I thought. The only reason you don’t want to talk to him is that you don’t want to admit that you’re wrong! Because you’re too freaking stubborn!"

"I’ll talk to him, okay? Tonight! I just need a clear head today." I sighed and he nodded.

"I’ll just grab my stuff and we can leave…" he said and stepped into the elevator.

"I’m waiting here…"

I got out of the car, shaking my head.

"What was that?" I asked Pete and he sighed.

"Sorry Lizzie, he should’ve been warned..."

"I guess this year won’t be as good as last year here." I mumbled going into the back of the garage.

"The race is tomorrow, come on!" JK said and I rolled my eyes.

"Yeah? Starting from P6? I can do shit tomorrow…" I groaned. Sitting down. I fucked up the quali. I couldn’t manage to get the car and the tyres in the right window. I would start right behind Sainz and Charles.

"Sainz probably will attack Charles right at the start since there are no real team orders as it seems, maybe you can slip past them while they battle each other?" JK said and I nodded. Maybe.

I went to the media pen with Julie, bumping straight into Charles.

"Sorry." I mumbled and he nodded.

"It’s fine. Sorry for your quali. I think you had the pace to be better…" he said looking at me and I nodded.

"Yeah… I don’t know. Maybe." I replied and he nodded now as well "I have to…"

"Yeah. Me too. See you later?" he asked.

"Yup." I hummed and walked past him.

"Okay? What’s going on? That was painful to watch? You two weren’t your usual self for the whole weekend?" Julie asked and I cocked an eyebrow.

"Our usual self? What does that even mean?"

"Oh you know what I mean! Not all cute. Stolen kisses here, loving gazes there. No jokes. No banter. What’s going on?" she looked at me pointedly.

"We had a disagreement and now we’re both petty and stubborn…" I answered and she sighed.

"Kids…" she mumbled and I laughed.

"You’re not that much older than me!"

"I’m turning 31 this year! To me, you are a kid! A kid that should talk to her adorable boyfriend…" she gently nudged my shoulder and I rolled my eyes.

"Yeah maybe…" I said, putting on a fake smile for the interviews.

I sat in our hotel room, waiting for Charles to return and when I heard the door opening I laid back, pretending to read in my book.

"Hey…" he whispered and I put my book down.

"Hey." I replied, watching him shrugging out of his jacket, hanging it up.

"Have you eaten?" he asked and I looked at the clock to his right, half past 11 "Stupid question. Sorry."

"It’s okay…" I sat up, putting my bookmark into my book, closing it.

"I’ll take a shower." he grabbed his sweatpants and a shirt, then disappeared in the bathroom.

I groaned, falling back into my pillows. Why was it so hard to just say that I was sorry. Or that he was right. I waited for him to come back out and he when he did I looked at him.

"What? Do I have something in my face?" he asked and I shook my head.

"No- I just… I wanted to… umm-…" I stammered and he sighed, laying down next to me "I appreciate your concern… I really do. I just- I don’t know. I need time to think about this whole thing, you know?"

"About what exactly?" he looked at me.

"The whole Diaz thing…"

"Okay."

"Okay?" I repeated.

"Okay." he said again and I groaned.

"That’s it?" I asked and turned a little.

"It’s your decision and whatever you decide, I support you." he said.

"Okay."

"Okay."

Talk to him Lizzie. That’s what JK said and that’s what I did. Almost. But did I feel better? No. Not at all

"Good night, Lizzie."

"Good night, Charles."

"FUCK!" I screamed. I was furious. What was I thinking. Not even 10 laps and the race was already over.

"Are you okay? Lizzie?" Pete asked and I huffed.

No. I wasn’t okay. I just crashed out of the race. Because of my own mistake.

"Yeah, I’m alright. I am so fucking stupid! I’m sorry! I’m so fucking sorry!" I said and shook my head. The marshals already running on track to get us out of our cars.

"He’s okay, too." Pete said and I just sighed.

"Thanks… I switch everything off. I’m sorry for the whole team!" I pulled out the steering wheel, feeling a stinging pain in my wrist. When I unbuckled my seatbelt, the pain got worse. I stood up, groaning a little in pain when I held onto the halo trying to climb out. One of the marshals looked up and then helped me out.

"Are you okay?" he asked and I nodded "You wanna wait for the med car? Or wait for a scooter?”

"I’ll walk. I’m fine." I said and looked across the track, at the entrance of the corner, spun around with it’s rear stuck in the tech pro barrier was Charles’ Ferrari, he stood next to it, talking to the marshal, as if he sensed that I was looking at him he turned into my direction. It looked like he wanted to walk over to me but stopped himself from doing it. I turned around and followed the marshal, he helped me climbing over the fence, when a searing pain shot through my back and I gasped loudly. The marshal turned around and I only shook my head. The pain subsiding already, although I still felt a little tension, that got better and better with every step I took. I silently followed the marshal and watched on a screen how my car got lifted up in the air. I groaned, bad enough that I screwed up my race, no the one I had to take out was Charles. I walked as fast as possible to the pits, wanting to arrive at my garage before Charles was brought back, that was a confrontation I didn’t want to play out in front of the media. As I walked up the pit lane the camera man was following me and I tried my best to not acknowledge him, good choice still wearing my helmet, no one could see the tears I was crying. Out of anger and frustration. JK waited for me and side hugged me to shield me off a little from the camera. We walked into the garage and I just shook my head and opened my visor a little.

"I’m sorry Felix. I really thought I could make it!" I said and Felix just rubbed my back.

"It’s alright, you wanted to go for it… next time try to go for a bigger gap and if possible at a wider part of the track… and for your own sake not against your boyfriend." he said and smiled encouraging at me. I just groaned and nodded and he pushed me away laughing "Sit down for a moment and have something to drink! It’s alright, Lizzie."

I walked through the garage and apologised to my mechanics and the whole crew, then I sat down and JK brought me a towel and something to drink.

"You wanna keep that helmet on forever?" he chuckled and I shook my head, before slowly taking it off.

"I just didn’t want the cameras to catch me crying out of anger! They will twist it into me being an emotional woman crying after crashing into her boyfriend…" I sighed and JK laughed.

"But that’s what you’re doing!" he said and I rolled my eyes "Just kidding! I know, it’s all good like this. You sure you’re alright? No pain? Tension?"

"Yeah, there will be tension as soon as Charles will come for me!" I whispered and JK only shrugged.

"It won’t be that bad, don’t worry!" he said and I rolled my eyes.

"He could be on the podium! Maybe even win! And I am the reason why he didn’t even get a single point out of today!" I said and JK squeezed my left shoulder.

"Just give him your puppy eyes and you’re good!" he laughed and I smacked his shoulder, hissing in pain "Okay, you’re in pain!” JK gently took my hand and started stretching my fingers, carefully twisting my wrist and I groaned "Liz! You can’t hide something like that! Race suit off, now!"

I got up from the chair and pulled the zipper of my race suit down, then JK helped pull off the sleeves carefully. He examined the movements I could make without pain, then walked off and watched a replay of my crash on of the screens He watched it again and then came back.

"Why did you grip the steering wheel even tighter? You know to take your hands off the moment you know you’ll crash! I need to see your whole arm, come on." he said and I followed him in the back room where I pulled my fireproofs off, seeing my wrist being already swollen, then he stretched my arm, bent it, pressed my shoulder "Oh Liz, you would’ve left now like this without saying something?" he murmured and I just shrugged "So, nothing’s broken, but it’s definitely heavily bruised. I’d say we let a doc check it, make sure it’s not strained. You want to go to the meds now, they’d give you painkillers?"

"No it’s fine, I just keep it still and that’s okay." I said and he helped me back in my fireproofs "I just want to find Julie, go straight to the media pen and be done with it."

"Good thing I’m already here." Julie chimed in and I nodded.

"Let me just have a look in the mirror." I said and walked into the bathroom, wiped off my face and smoothed down my hair, before I hissed in pain again.

"Stay here." JK gave me a stern look before he walked away again and came back at moment later with some bandages and gauze "I’ll make a temporary splint and sling."

"Thanks, JK." I mumbled and Julie and I walked off "Is it only Logan, Charles and me who are out?"

"No, Esteban and George crashed just one lap after the restart." Julie said and I nodded "I’m sorry, Lizzie, but I have Sky Italy, Germany and UK. Also Canal+."

"Sky Italy? They’ll kill me!" I sighed and Julie nudged me gently.

"It will be fine." she said encouragingly and I simply nodded.

"Hmm. If you say so." I held my head low. Sky Italy will kill me. The Tifosi will kill me. Charles. I just hoped he was having a long talk with his team before he would come into the media pen. Long enough for me to be back in the garage again when he arrived. I took a deep breath and walked up to Mara Sangiorgio.

"Lizzie. Hi. Unfortunate ending to a promising race? What happened?" she asked.

"I underestimated how narrow that corner really was. It was my mistake. I wanted too much. I felt like with the DRS I could overtake Charles, maybe stay ahead of him long enough for him to ruin his tyres as we know the Ferraris’ weak spot are the tyres! But I made a mistake, we touched and unfortunately both spun out."

"Last season you won here…"

"Yeah, last season our car was a little easier to drive, not as stiff as it is now. But it’s getting better and better with each weekend… but today it wasn’t the car, it was me. I made a mistake and that cost me not just my race…" I began before I took a deep breath and continued in Italian, looking straight into the camera "I’m so sorry for Charles, Ferrari and all Tifosi. I misjudged the situation and ended both of our races. I’m really, really sorry to all Tifosi."

"Thank you Lizzie." she smiled at me and I nodded, following Julie to the next interview, right when Charles entered the media pen. I swallowed hard, turning away, trying to focus on my interview. I felt his look on me, but tried to ignore him.

"Sorry? What was the question?" I asked Nathalie who smiled empathically at me.

"I asked if you’re okay? Your arm?" she nodded at my arm in the sling.

"Yeah I kinda held onto the steering wheel a little too tight when I crashed into the wall. It’s a little bruised, my coach just wants to be extra careful." I replied and she nodded.

"Thank you Lizzie, take care."

"Thank you." I smiled a little and looked at Julie.

"Canal+ now and then we’re done."

"Great…" I just knew that Candice Boucher won’t have a single nice word for me.

"Lizzie, hi. What a race." she said, a sneer like smile on her lips "How do you rate your weekend?"

"Weekend? Not too bad. We had a good pace. Quali went okay. The only thing that wasn’t working out as planned was the race-…" I began, just to be interrupted by her.

"The race where you made a crucial mistake, crashing into Charles, ending his race."

"Yes, unfortunately, I steered into Charles and-…"

"Was it just you misjudging the situation or was it a simple lack of… awareness, maybe even something else?" the sweet smile on her lips, didn’t match the icy tone in her voice, or the hard glare of her eyes.

"It was a lack of talent probably." I pressed out and she grinned.

"After races like today, do you understand why there are still some people saying you don’t deserve your seat?" she asked next and I swallowed hard.

"People think what they want. I don’t care." I turned to Julie and she nodded.

"We’re done, thank you." she said and took my arm, leading me away "She’s a bitch."

"But she’s also right…" I sighed right as Charles stepped in front of me.

"What’s with your arm?" he asked gently and I looked down.

"I held onto the steering wheel when I crashed into the wall…" I mumbled, not meeting his eyes "I’m sorry…"

"Were you at the medical centre?"

"I’m going later. But did you hear me? I’m sorry for crashing into you." I repeated.

"I know." he replied and I looked up, right when Mia nudged his shoulder, nodding towards the Canal+ crew "I have to…"

"Yeah. Sure." I nodded and walked off, without another word.

Charles POV:

The after race debrief went by in a blur. I barely listened when Mattia said my name repeatedly and Xavi nudged my arm.

"Charles!" I looked at Mattia and he sighed "Nice that you decided to join the conversation."

"Sorry." I mumbled.

"Races like today can’t happen again. We need every point we can get…"

"It’s not like I asked Lizzie to crash into me?" I said and he nodded.

"I know, but she shouldn’t be able to catch up to you like that? We have way more race pace than the Audis this season…" Mattia sighed and I looked at him.

Was he for real? Lizzie overtook Carlos right before she attempted to overtake me. Yet I didn’t hear him say a word to Carlos being overtaken by her? I looked at Carlos and his father next to him. Like always when we had meetings he was with us. Why? I didn’t understand. But right now I also didn’t care.

"We all need to work on our performance. Our pit stops need to be faster. Our race pace must improve. We have to deliver now. The second half of the season must be ours!" Mattia said and all around the table everyone was mumbling in agreement "Meetings dismissed. Carlos. Charles. I need you two in Maranello. We have new upgrades we want to test before they get finalised." Mattia looked at us and I nodded, then I got up and left. Not speaking to anyone. I hated this season. Nothing was working the way I wanted it to. I was pushing the car every other weekend over its limits and ruined my races. Austria was just luck. Luck, I didn’t know how I managed to get. I also didn’t feel the same kind of support within the team anymore. The fact that I had to sit through strategy meetings alone, while Carlos had his father and cousin by his side, always giving their input, didn’t sit right with me, but I couldn’t change it. Mattia had nothing against it. He was the team principal. It was just another weekend to forget, that ended in a race debrief that left me more than insecure.

When I walked into our hotel room it was silent. A tiny ball underneath the sheets was the only indicator that Lizzie was here. I checked the time and thought that Lizzie maybe went to bed already. Rolled up into a ball, never a good sign. She slept like that when she was feeling unwell, anxious. I grabbed my sweatpants and a shirt then went into the bathroom to get bed ready. I climbed into bed next to her, pulling the blanket up.

"I’m so sorry that I crashed into you…" she said after a while and I turned my head slightly to look at her.

"It’s okay. You made a mistake, we all did at some point." I said quietly "How’s your wrist?"

"It’s okay. A little bruised, but that’s it…"

"Were you at the medical centre?"

"Yeah."

"That’s good."

We laid there in silence when Lizzie turned around, pulling her blanket down a little, her big blue-grey orbs looking at me.

"Are you mad at me?" she whispered and I shook my head.

"I’m not mad, Lizzie. It’s just… I’m scared… the last time you were in a room with him, he almost killed you… just a minute later and… I can’t lose you." I whispered back, tucking some loose strands of hair out of her face.

"You won’t lose me! And I actually meant the race…" she grabbed my hand, kissing my knuckles.

"No. I’m not, I’m not happy, sure, it was stupid going for that gap, it was too narrow, no space, you know that. But I also know that I would’ve done the same probably… so yeah, I’m not mad." I chuckled a little.

"After races like today, I kinda understand why everyone thinks that I don’t deserve my seat…" she mumbled and I gently grabbed her chin, tilting her head up, making her look at me.

"Don’t go there, Lizzie. We all had moments like this! Just look at Miami this year! Or France last year! Max and Lewis 2 years ago? We all make mistakes! That doesn’t mean that we don’t deserve our seats!" I said determined and she sighed.

"Maybe you’re right…"

"Not maybe, definitely!" I pulled her into me and she snuggled into my side "I missed you this weekend… I hated that we weren’t talking or rather barely talking…"

"I’m sorry… I just thought that- that you didn’t want to talk to me after I said that I’m considering talking to him…" she whispered and I sighed.

"I didn’t like the thought, but yeah it was a little childish to ignore you…"

"I started it…"

"We need to work on that." I said and she looked at me "Communication. Sometimes we lack of it…"

"I think it’s more me than you."

"No. It’s us equally. When you start to ignore me I have to make you talk to me and vice versa. This is how it should be. More talking."

"Yeah. More talking…" she whispered and started to play with my bracelets as a comfortable silence fell upon us.

"I really can’t lose you…" I mumbled after a while and Lizzie looked up at me.

"You won’t lose me!" she replied but I shook my head.

"I’m just thinking… the amount of times I thought I lost you in the past? What if the next time, luck isn’t on our side?"

"It wasn’t luck! It was always you who saved me!" she scooted closer, cupping my cheeks, making me look at her "It was always you!"

"Yeah but what if I’m not there the next time? What if I’m not fast enough?" my voice barely above a whisper.

"I know that you’ll always be on time!" she kissed the tip of my nose.

"Can I come with you?" I asked and her eyes widened "When you decide that you want to see him? Can I come with you then?"

"I haven’t even decided yet…"

"But when you want to go and see him?" I almost pleaded.

"I wouldn’t want to go without you…" she admitted and I smiled, kissing her gently.

"I honestly don’t want to go to Maranello…" I said while packing my bag.

"It’s just for three days! Come on… suck it up!" Lizzie chuckled and I sighed dramatically.

"I don’t think that any upgrades can fix this car. It’s fucked. I know it. They know it. Everyone knows it. Look at our last results?"

"You mean your win in Austria?" she asked, tilting her head to the side.

"No I mean Canada! Barcelona! Monaco! Baku!-" I began.

"Baku where you were also on the podium? Sprint race and normal race?"

"12 races and 2 podiums… wow…" I stuffed a few socks into the bag.

"Technically 9 races… so yeah, one sprint race podium, one podium and one win in a car that is completely designed for your teammate… who’s also not really performing any better!" she sat up from the bed, looking at me.

"According to the media, he does…" I mumbled.

"Yeah according to the media I don’t deserve my seat… are we believing them? No! Especially not since 90 % of this bullshit is coming from Spain. Of course they have to bash you in order to highlight Carlos… but we know the truth!" she said and I sighed.

"I don’t know. I want to ignore it all, but it’s so damn hard… especially since I kinda have the feeling that some people within Ferrari think so too, you know?" I sat down next to her and she looked at me "I don’t feel like they all believe in me anymore… it changed. It’s like more and more of them are leaning towards Carlos… wanting Mattia to make a decision that Carlos is our number 1 driver." I looked at my hands.

"I feel like the Sainz family has a little too much influence on the team… or rather at the team principal… especially since Santander became the main sponsor…" Lizzie said, grabbing my hand "But you know what they can’t to? No matter how much influence they have? They can’t make Carlos a better driver. You are the better driver. And with a little more luck, a better car and a more reliable team, I’m sure as hell that you can show them all who you are, il predestinato."

"How are you doing that?" I said and pulled her into a tight hug "How do you always find the right words to say?"

"I learned from the best…" she chuckled a little, kissing my cheek "And now go. Drive to Maranello with your head held high and show them who you are. Tell them that the car like this is not drivable and if they want you to compete at the top they need to make some changes!"

"Let’s hope they listen to me…" I said and threw a last shirt into my bag, zipping it close "I’ll call you as soon as I’ve arrived!"

"I’m waiting for your call."

I leaned down and kissed her, her cheeks turning a little red when I pulled away, looking at her.

"Thank you Lizzie…"

I got out of the simulator, Fred waiting for me.

"And? What do you say?" he asked and I smiled a little.

"I mean, if you manage to get the upgrades done like that? The second half of the season might be working out better for us!" I answered slightly optimistic.

"We’re trying our best. But I guess we won’t be able to have the upgrades earlier than Suzuka."

"Better than nothing." I shrugged my shoulders and we walked outside together.

"How are you boy? The last weeks were tough…" Fred asked and I sighed a little, following him into his office when he waved me through the door.

"I’m okay, I think. Yeah sure. It was all a little much from time to time. But I’m focused on the last two races before the break."

"How’s Lizzie? It’s horrible what she has been through. It was sad enough to see her being treated the way she was last season…" Fred poured himself a coffee, offering me one as well but I shook my head.

"The way the media, the fans, even some of the other drivers were making jokes about her wasn’t okay. They went too far. Way too far. You know Lizzie, she doesn’t show you when she’s hurt, but I saw it. I saw how hurt she was and how much what was being written and said affected her…" I said and he nodded. She did an amazing job. P4 in the championship as a rookie? That’s a pretty good result. She showed all her doubters how great she is." Fred said, looking proudly at a picture on his desk. I followed his look and had to smile. A picture of Fred, Lizzie, René and me. The day Fred asked me if I wanted to join the Sauber F1 team for the 2018 season.

"She really did, but there are still enough out there who doubt her… not just her." I added quietly and he looked up from the picture.

"I’ve seen what they write about you Charles. Don’t listen to them. We know what we have in you. Don’t worry about that…" Fred said reassuringly and I nodded slowly "It’s a tough season for us. But we have a win. You brought it to us. Don’t forgot that!"

"I know. It’s just… it’s been tough lately. A lot of noise. Off track as well as on track. I know I’m not performing as well as last season…" I said.

"The car this season isn’t as good as last years. Or at least like last year in the first half of the season… we already are in the middle of the concept of next years car, finalising it." Fred said and I looked at him.

"We have some ideas how to make it faster, how to maximise the performance. I have a good feeling about it."

"Sounds good to me… although I want this season to be over first, before I think about the new season." I said and he nodded.

"We will get there, Charles. Don’t worry." Fred said and I got up "You focus on this year and I focus on next year."

"I will." I smiled and left his office, with a better feeling than before I’ve entered it.

I parked the car and got into the elevator.

"Lizzie?" I called out as soon as I walked inside the flat "Cara mia? Are you here?"

No answer. I dropped my keys off on the drawer and put my bag down on the bed room, pulling out my phone.

"Hey Charlie. Are you back?" Lizzie answered immediately.

"Just got in." I grabbed something to drink and walked into the living room.

"I’m at your mum’s. She’s cutting my hair a little." Lizzie said and I chuckled.

"Ouuuhhh I can’t wait for your new look." I smiled and sat down on the sofa.

"Not a new look, silly. She’s just cutting off my tips. They look a little unhealthy." she said and I heard Maman saying that Lizzie should sit still "Sorry Pascale."

"Then I don’t want to be the cause of you twitching around… see you later." I said.

"Alright. See you. Love you."

"Love you too." I said and hung up.

I switched on the tv and leaned back, scrolling through my phone. Seeing some tribute posts for Jules and I swallowed hard. I almost forgot what day today was. The tributes were beautiful, as always, a lot of them with pictures of Jules and I. I kept scrolling, until I came across a post about me. My season so far. I clicked on the link in the bio, opening an article about me. An article that was published by Marca.

Charles Leclerc - Ferrari’s biggest hope only a shadow of his past self

I read it. With every word the sickening feeling inside me got worse and worse. The things I’ve read over the past weeks all summed up. All the things I’ve criticised myself and everything beyond all laid out in front of me. The last sentences were the final blow.

He was believed to continue his late godfather Jules Bianchi’s, whose death marks the 8th anniversary today, legacy, they called him Il Predestinato, the predestined, but as of lately he doesn’t live up to his name.

I put my phone down. Wiping stray tears off of my cheeks. They were right. They were all right. I just didn’t want to see it.

"Thanks Pascale, it looks amazing!" I kissed her cheek and she laughed.

"I cut off your tips! Nothing more!" she shook her head and I grabbed my phone "Give Charles a kiss from me, oui? Today is a tough day for him…"

"I will, don’t worry. I’ll grab us something to eat and we’ll have a quiet night before we leave tomorrow." we kissed cheeks and I left, pre ordering some food for pick up. Right as I got inside my car I got a text from Joris, with a link to a news article. I opened it and immediately revved the engine, driving straight home to Charles.

I unlocked the door and entered the dark flat. Not a single light was switched on, silence. Charles keys on the drawer, he was at home. I took my shoes off and walked through the hallway, as I came into the living room he sat at his piano, dark room, hands in his lap, head hung low, hair dishevelled, eyes on the keys.

"Charles?" I said quietly, he didn’t even flinch. He just sat up, wiped his face with his hands, turned around and put on a smile, more fake than anything I’ve ever seen before. His eyes betrayed him, they looked lost, almost dead "Hey, my pretty boy." I walked up to him and he got up.

"Hi, cara mia." he said it with a weak voice then he cleared his throat "Are you hungry? I think there’s some leftover pasta?" he wanted to walk away but I grabbed his hand.

"Charles, talk to me, please." I pleaded but he just shook his head.

"Lizzie, it’s nothing! I’m fine! It was just an article, I’m used to it!" he said and pulled his hand out of my grasp, I could see the tears gathering at his waterline, as he walked away.

"Charles, we promised we’d always be honest!" I whispered and he stopped abruptly "We said we never lie to each other." my voice falters and he turned around.

He looked at me for a second before his resolve started to crumble and I could see all the pain, exhaustion, anxiety, disappointment, hurt, pressure and fear of the last weeks in his face. I could see how everything seemed to came crushing down on him at this very moment and he began to tremble, I made a step towards him but he took one step back, I stopped dead in my tracks and he looked at me shocked.

"I’m sorry!" his voice was hoarse and raspy I only nodded and took another cautious step towards him but this time he didn’t move, so I stepped in front of him and he looked down to the ground. His breathing was shallow.

"I’ve read it… what they’re saying… what if they’re really thinking like that? What if everyone agrees? What if it’s the truth and we just don’t want to see it?" he whispered and I took his hand in mine "I’m not good enough, not anymore, I thought after last year we’re on a good way, but we’re not and I’m clearly part of the problem! I’m underperforming, I make mistake after mistake, fuck, Miami! Twice in the same fucking wall! Baku? Also in the wall! Then 2 DNFs! Carlos is outperforming me this season! What if they’re all right and I don’t have what it takes to become a World Champion. What if I never be able to make Jules and Papa proud like that?" tears running down his cheeks.

"Hey! Look at me, Charles! Enough, okay? That’s enough! I said it in Austria before! It’s enough! This whole stupid narrative that he is the better driver, that he’s the one who brings home the big points? He carries this season on his shoulders? Fuck this shit? The people saying that! Charles you had two DNFs, both not your fault! And he is only a handful of points ahead! So what?! That’s not a driver who carries a team! You won a race and had another podium! And another sprint race podium! You had a pole already! And that all with a car that is clearly designed for him? And a shit box in general! Oh please! And that he is so fucking obsessed with you lately and has to rant in every fucking interview? And then Ferrari wants to shut me up? They should keep their side of the street clean before they come for mine! You are the number one! Everyone can see it! They should start to value you, before someone else will! It’s bullshit that all the interests in you died down apparently! I know that Felix would love to have you in our team! And Christian is a weird ass at times but he would hire you in no time at all! Fuck I think even Mercedes would give you rather than Mick the seat if Lewis would retire! Every other team on the grid would take you in, no doubt!" I said, recounting everything that has been mentioned in the article, but he only shook his head.

"You’re my girlfriend! Of course you think like that…" he mumbled and I scoffed.

"Listen to me, Leclerc. I never lied to you about your abilities! I never lied to you when it came to your skills, your talent! And I’m not starting now with it! So when I say that you are World Champion material and he is not, I’m saying that because I raced you my entire life and I know it! You hear me? I know it!" I said it with a stern voice.

"I don’t know, Lizzie. Lately I’m just tired of it all, I don’t know if it’s all worth it anymore…" he looked at the ground again.

"What are you saying?" I looke at him confused.

"There is no other team for me… it was always like this. Ferrari or nothing… but I have failed the team, the Tifosi, you! And the team clearly doesn’t have faith in me anymore. There is so much going on in the team, Lizzie, things I can’t tell you. The politics have changed. Fred tries his best to keep me going, to reassure me, but he’s not my team principal, he’s not the one who makes the decisions. He’s involved in the car development for next year, he’s more doing internal stuff. But the rest of the team? I feel like a lot of them lost their faith in me! And I can’t even blame them! It’s just… fuck! There is no one fighting for me, there is just no one in my fucking corner. And I can’t do it alone. I can’t continue like this. Not when I don’t know who still has my back. Not when I don’t know who to trust anymore." his voice broke and he buried his face in his hands. My heart broke, I pulled him into my arms and hugged him tight. His body began to tremble and he started sobbing.

"I can’t do it anymore, Lizzie. I just… I can’t… it’s just too much. I-I’m a failure and I’m… I’m never… I can’t… It’s just so hard… I just…" his breathing was staggering and he began to shake violently "I can’t… Lizzie I can’t… breathe…" he was almost unable to say the words.

I guided him to the sofa and pushed him down, then kneeled in between his legs and cradled his face between my hands. His breathing was shallow, his hands were shaking, lips trembling, silent tears running down his cheeks, as he desperately gasped for air.

"Charles, listen to me, ok? Can you do that for me?" he tried to take a deep breath but his breathing stopped abruptly "Charles! You’re having a panic attack! Listen to me, focus on my voice! Please! You need to focus on my voice, can you do that for me?" he looked me in the eyes, nodding slightly "Ok, good! You need to breathe with me! Inhale and hold it in okay? Inhale, 1,2,3,4,5… exhale, 1,2,3,4,5. Inhale, 1,2,3,4,5… exhale, 1,2,3,4,5. Inhale, 1,2,3,4,5… exhale, 1,2,3,4,5. Good job, you’re doing amazing! And again…" His breathing was still ragged but at least a little steadier than before.

"It hurts… it hurts to breathe…" he whispered and closed his eyes.

"I know, Charlie, I know… but we have to keep going, okay? Just for a bit until your breathing steadies okay?" I whispered and he nodded leaning his head down, resting his forehead against mine "Breathe with me…"

I pulled the blanket over his shoulders, shut off the bedside lamp, kissed his cheek and quietly left the room. Shutting the door. I sat down on the sofa pulling out my phone.

"Lizzie, is everything okay?" Dad asked as he picked up "Did something happen?"

"What? Why?" I was confused.

"It’s almost 11, you never call that late?" he answered and I shook my head, of course.

"Shit, I’m sorry Pops, I forgot about the time when…" I began but stopped, how do I explain what was going on for the past 2.5 hours?

"Is Charles okay? After that article? And then published today out of all days? He doesn’t believe a word of it, does he?" Dad asked and I half sighed, half sobbed "Hey! What’s going on, Lizzie?"

"Dad, we have to do something! They’re destroying him… he can’t be there anymore, not alone!"

"At Ferrari? What’s going on?" he asked and I didn’t even know where to start.

"I don’t know what’s going on at Ferrari… but he said that he feels like his team lost their faith in him? Like he has no one in his corner standing up for him? Fighting for him?" my voice was trembling "I could see over the past few weeks that something was going on. He dreaded going to Maranello, when did that ever happen? He didn’t highlight at every given opportunity how much he loves his team, believes in his team. And then I heard some mechanics talking about how they find it weird that Carlos, his father and cousin are at the strategy meetings sometimes? Race debriefs? That they sometimes have the feeling that they talk Mattia and Co. into giving him the better strategy. Fighting for him, while Charles is all alone! Nicholas can’t be there all the time, he has other clients. And he’s also just his manager! But Charles needs someone who fights for him! He needs a father figure standing up for him! Someone who has his back, the way Carlos dad has his!" I cried at this point while Dad was awfully quiet "Dad, I’m scared for him! First Miami? Then Baku? God Austria! The last weeks the light disappeared again out of his eyes! And then all of this shit with Diaz and me? That’s just making it all worse! I don’t know what to do anymore! I always try to talk him out of this thoughts, always try to make him see how good he really is. But today? I couldn’t get through to him. He believes every single word written in this damn article! And I just know that Diaz has something to do with it! I don’t know what to do… the last time when he was like this was after Hervé’s death, but he had racing as distraction and he loved it! But now… he spoke about quitting, he didn’t said it like that, but that was what he meant!"

"Lizzie, calm down, okay? Is he okay? Where is Charles now?" Dad asked calmly.

"He’s sleeping now. He had a panic attack, he couldn’t breathe anymore! Dad he broke down in my arms… I can’t see him like this anymore!" I almost whispered it.

"You won’t. It’s enough now. Don’t worry, Lizzie. I’ll take care of it." Dad reassured me.

"But how?" I asked exhausted.

"I’ll go and have a talk with Nicholas, we will find a solution how we put someone in his corner, someone who’s fighting for him!" he said it with determination and I nodded to myself, feeling the exhaustion taking over "I promised his dad something, and I will hold onto that promise! And now, my Lizzie. Go to sleep. You sound exhausted and tired. It’s all going to be okay, I promise you." Dad said quietly.

"Thanks Dad! Good night, love you!" I said.

"Good night, my little owl. I love you too, both of you!"

Chapter 35 - a "shorter" one (the first under 10k words after a long while)… poor Charles. Just when we thought our lovebirds might get their well deserved break 👀😬

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I didn’t know whether to do them individually or them together so i tried to do both! (Like saying certain them they’d do individually) reader is gender neutral also you can interpret it as platonic or romantic

Main 4 with a reader who’s in the hospital a lot

They were kinda confused at first

Like-why are you always going to the hospital and oh boy you’d be getting questioned particularly by Kyle as he’d be the most concerned lol

“Seriously, your in the hospital again? Are you okay-“

You are okay! you think-

Cartman would be kinda annoyed not by you but by the fact your missing out on times your hanging out (that just proves he wants you there 😭)

“Seriously, god we were meant to go to the arcade, s/o! Your sick…..well couldn’t you of atleast gotten sick the next day?!”

He doesn’t really mean it totally-he does actually miss you a lot

I feel like maybe they’d send you letters like “get well soon” every now and then-well more of There parents would make them but i promise you they do care!

Like i feel like they’d visit you at days they should be hanging out and instead just spending time with you there

Like i can see Kyle giving you stuff like homework you might of missed on, etc i would say he’d do it for you but he’d probably just help you as he wouldn’t want you being a total idiot (even if you are already one-) when you go back to school

I feel like Kenny would visit you the most like maybe just goes there to talk, comfort you etc probably even come in as Mysterion if your ever upset about being sick and he feels like Kenny comforting you isn’t enough he comes in as Mysterion-not knowing you like him either way!

Stan would honestly panic thinking your dying with how much times your there so it’d make him kinda awkward around you it’s not you though-it’s just him being paranoid of losing a friend-like how he reacted whenever Kyle was in the hospital which was a lot-

Kenny:😐

Although after having a talk with his mother she tells him that your not dying-(thankfully) and practically never stops apologising for avoiding you and stuff-

Sometimes whenever your better they act like you just ended world war-

“There it is there it is, look guys! Look who’s finally better”

“Shut up fatass! Seriously though we’re happy your okay-“

“For now-“

I feel like they’d just try there best to be there for you even if it’s seemed as “weird” having a friend who’s usually in the hospital they don’t mind!

Sometimes when they can’t visit you when your in the hospital they FaceTime you when there doing one of there weird adventures so it’s basically like your there-

Sometimes Cartman might rip on you for always being sick but don’t worry he still cares in one way or another i mean look at his reaction when Kenny literally died in “Kenny dies” i feel like he somewhat cared-

Cartman would lowkey attempt to profit off you being sick kinda how he did with Kenny but if he saw you genuinely hurt over it he’d stop immediately he would low-key feel bad and he’d hate it cause he’d have a strong urge to apologise even though he wouldn’t wanna-

He’d end up giving you something as a way to apologise though-

If anyone else tried to bring up in a bad way how your always in the hospital cause kids are kids they’d be on there way to defend you immediately-

“Hey shut the fuck up!”

“Don’t you dare say stuff like that about them!”

“Yeah only we can rip on them for that”

“Yeah!”

And i mean it’s true only really them can rip on you for it-

Overall i feel like maybe sometimes they’d be insensitive (i mean they are kids) but they’d truly care about you no matter how much times it might seem like they don’t-

Sorry if it’s short i didn’t really have much ideas for this 🙃 comment if you want other headcannon stuff like this! Anyways make sure to drink some water and love y’all-

#South Park #South Park x reader #Stan Marsh #kyle brovlofski #kyle brovlofski x reader #Eric Cartman #Stan Marsh x reader #Kenny Mcormick #Kenny Mcormick x reader #Eric Cartman x reader #South park main four

[bsdstrayrats]

The First Steps

(Extremely long)

CW; Tooth Rotting Fluff

//Headcanon//

After the Prison Arc, Akutagawa and Atsushi are getting along better. Akutagawa still picks Atsushis actions apart, and threatens him often but no longer has (full) malice in his actions. Dazai had told Akutagawa he was proud of him for protecting Atsushi and doing well.

But after everything, a few days later, the were-tiger gets a text;

“Were-Tiger, meet me at these coordinates xxx,xx.. In 30 minutes.” Weird but okay, Atsushi sighs to himself,

“Well, it should be fine, Dazai trusts him and he’s being nicer…ish.. so.” He texts back

“Okay! I’ll see you then.”

A little while later Atsushi follows his gps leading to the exact place of meeting. The boy stops and looks in front of him, the coordinates lead to a small café in the middle of the city. Surprised by the thought Akutagawa of all people would come here, He walks in smiling to himself thinking this could be a good meeting.

Akutagawa sits in the corner of the dining area in a booth, sipping on a hot cup of tea.

His eyes narrow at the sight of Atsushi walking into the shop. It was Chuuyas advice to meet up with Atsushi; Akutagawa had been nonstop talking about what had happened and how he couldn’t understand why he saved Atsuhi, even if it was Dazais orders. He hated him right? So why die for that idiotic Were-Tiger? Maybe the meeting could help Akutagawa figure out his thoughts.

Atsushi smiles and waves, walking up to the booth.

“Hey Akutagawa! Could I uhm- join you?” He asks as his forehead starts to sweat nervously.

“I wouldn’t have asked you to come only to deny you a seat. That’s a waste of time, I’m not playing games.” Akutagawa scoffs, thinking of how ridiculous the Were-Tiger is.

“Yeah- right.…. Why are we meeting..anyway?” Atsushi takes his seat across from the boy.

“We needed to talk about what happened on that ship.” Akutagawa deadpans, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“Oh right, yeah. I’ve been thinking about that a lot… you saved me. I thought… I thought you had died. I’m so sorry that I wasn’t strong-“

“Enough!”

Akutagawa interrupted.

“Stop pitying yourself; that’s why I hate you so much! It’s always you aren’t this or you aren’t that. If it hadn’t happened the way it did, we both would be dead. I followed Dazais orders… against my better judgment… but I did.”

An uncomfortably long silence is finally interrupted by Akutagawa coughing. In reaction Atsushi grabs a napkin and hands it to Akutagawa. Their hands briefly touch and Atsushi notices Akutagawas hands are shaking. Atsushi looks up and quickly grabs Akutagawas hand to stop the shaking.

“Are you sick? Do you need a doctor? Are you hungry?”

He asks worried.

Akutagawa jerks his hand back, his face lighting up a bright red. Why was he reacting this way? Why did his face get hot? Why did his hand touching that stupid were-tiger make him… happy? No, he must be sick to think that. He was disgusted? No. Uncomfortable? No, he… enjoyed it? No! Not possible.

“Not as if it matters to you Were-Tiger, I’m fine. I don’t need your help nor do I need your pity.” Akutagawa angrily replies.

A surprised and almost hurt Atsushi tilts his head down in a defeated way.

“But I do care, I never wanted to hate you. That’s something you basically forced onto me. I would much rather be your friend, if not that than an ally. I know you dislike who I am, but I never chose for you to hate me. I never chose for Dazai to take me in, but I appreciate everything my friends have done for me. I appreciate things you’ve done too... Maybe not the many, many times you’ve harmed me or sliced off my limbs, but my appreciation stands.” Atsushi sighs standing up. “I mean hey, I think we made a good team though… see you later Akutagawa.”

Akutagawa stares at the standing boy. He doesn’t move, doesn’t speak, he has no idea what to say. The Were-Tiger appreciates him? Atsushi… cares for him? Akutagawas mind starts to spin. His body moves before his mind can react and he takes Atsushis hand.

“Don’t leave. We… make a good team. Yes, that’s true. I want to… continue… being a team.” Akutagawa stammers as if he is in pain. Admitting it to not only himself, but the person he’s speaking to.

Atsushi stares mouth agape. He looks down at their now intertwined hands, emotions flowing through him as if he were water busting through a dam. He feels different. What was this emotion? Maybe Akutagawa wasn’t as bad as he previously thought. Could the two actually become friends?

“I’ll stay.” He responds, sitting back down. The two have dinner, and talk like normal human beings. Small jokes and thoughts are shared, while enjoying each other’s company.

Outside of the café, Chuuya and Dazai are crouched down watching the two naïve boys talk. Surprised by the outcome but relieved that they didn’t need to stop the two idiots from killing each other.

//End//

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Happy Accident

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Prompt from @idk-bruh-20

Irondad fic ideas #86 Fic where Happy accidentally calls Tony Peter’s dad.

Maybe Happy is driving him to the tower and Peter’s rambling about everything he wants to do in the lab and Happy comments, “You’re sure excited to spend time with your dad today.” Peter doesn’t notice at first and is like, “Yeah, I love lab days-“ And as they both simultaneously realize what Happy said, it goes silent.

This fic idea was submitted by @itsmechara426 of @irondadmadlads :)

SLAM!

“For the twelfth time, kid. Don’t slam my door.”

“Sorry, Happy!”

“Just remember next time.”

“I will.” 

Happy muttered something under his breath that hopefully not even Peter’s enhanced hearing could pick up.

Happy Hogan didn’t actually even mind driving the kid around, most of the time. Sure, he’d been a little much at first. Happy wasn’t used to kids, and this kid in particular had a lot to say, and did unpredictable kid stuff, and left wrappers in his car, and was always hungry . And left so, so many voicemails that Happy had to listen to, so he could pass on anything important to Tony. But the longer Happy was around the teenager, and saw his selflessness and intense desire to do good, despite what anyone said, the more he admired him. And he’d gotten used to all the talking. Mostly. 

Actually, if he thought about it, Peter gave off a lot of “young Tony” energy. Well, with a lot more politeness and optimism. And really, it was more the Tony who had been excited about what he’d been working on in the lab when he hadn’t been distracted with partying and making tabloid headlines.  But still. Similar.

Speaking of being excited, Peter definitely was today. The kid had been talking a blue streak about something to do with his friends and their Academic Desomething meet the next weekend, but he switched gears just as Happy tuned back in.

“Happy, today in Chemistry we were talking about ( insert a topic Happy definitely didn’t understand ) and how it interacts with ( another unintelligible set of words ) under certain conditions, and did you know that Mr. Stark has the stuff in his lab to replicate that experiment? And I texted him about it and he said we can actually try it out today? It’s going to be so awesome, and I hope the reaction is big like the one we got to watch, because that was amazing, and--.”

“Take a breath, kid.” Happy let out a rare chuckle at the boy’s exuberance. “I don’t get paid if I deliver you passed out from lack of oxygen,” he joked. “You’re pretty excited to get to your dad’s lab today, huh?”

“Yeah, it’s gonna be so sick.” 

Then suddenly Happy met Peter’s startled gaze in the rearview mirror and he wasn’t sure whose eyes were wider. 

Silence.

Crickets.

Silent crickets.

“Oh my gosh, kid, I’m so sorry! I don’t know why I said that; please just forget you heard it!” 

Peter was quiet, and Happy started worrying. Ugh, apparently they had been teasing Tony too much about acting like Peter’s dad lately, because Happy had started thinking of him that way, and it had just… slipped out! He tried to reach his chin up high enough to get a look at Peter’s expression, but the boy’s head was turned, staring out the window.

Happy was just about to ask him if he was okay, and apologize again, when a quiet voice came from the back seat.

“Happy?”

“Yeah?”

“I’m not mad. I just… what made you say that?”

“Uh…” Well, at this point, the truth was probably best. “For quite a while now, Rhodey, and Pepper, and a couple other people have teased Tony--just a little bit--about acting like your dad, and I just wasn’t thinking when I talked. Please don’t think it’s weird or anything, or be awkward. It was just a slip of the tongue. An accident.”

“How does he… how does he act when you say that? I mean… do you think he would care if he knew that I kinda think about him that way, too, now?” The last part came out quick and quiet, but Happy still heard.

Oh, wow. “Kid, I think he’d be flattered, honestly. You should hear the way he goes on about you when you’re not there. He’s as proud and protective as any dad I’ve ever known.” And his behavior was totally out of character for Tony. Which is why they’d been giving him a hard time, but they’d also all been impressed at how having Peter around had settled him. Given him a little more purpose and focus.

“Oh,” Peter said thoughtfully. When Happy glanced back, the kid was smiling softly. 

After they pulled into the garage a few minutes later, Happy rode up to the penthouse with the subdued teenager, wondering a little bit if he was going to bring up how Happy had slipped up to Tony. Of course that was totally up to Peter, but Happy kind of wanted to be around to do damage control if needed. With Tony or with Peter--whichever one needed it.

As they walked in, Happy heard Tony from the kitchen. “In here, kid!”

He followed at a safe distance, but saw as Peter dropped his backpack and headed straight for the older man. 

“Hey, Pete, I got all that stuff out down in the lab that you wanted for--oof.”

Tony had stopped talking because he’d been knocked back a few inches when the teenager tucked himself up against Tony’ chest, arms wrapping around his mentor’s back. Tony froze for a moment, but quickly reciprocated the hug. 

“What’s this all about?” he said, his voice soft as he tipped his head down to rest it on Peter’s. “Something happen at school?”

“Nah, it was a really good day. I’m just happy to see you.” Peter’s voice was muffled, but cheerful.

Tony looked bemused now. “Uh, I’m happy to see you too.” He looked at Happy with a questioning expression. Happy visually deflected, shrugging and half-smiling. Even rolled his eyes a little like, Teenagers? Who knows? Maybe his part in this wouldn’t come up. Hopefully it wouldn’t. 

Peter pulled back, and looked around, eyes lighting on a plate of sandwiches Tony had been preparing. Dad. Such a dad. “These for me?” he asked brightly, reaching for the tray.

“Uh, yeah. Just bring it down, and I’ll start setting up. You can join when you’re done eating.” Tony put a hand on Peter’s shoulder to steer him towards the elevator, and waved vaguely at Happy.

“Uh, see you later, kid?” Happy said, the unspoken question obvious in his voice. 

“Bye, Happy. Thanks for the ride!” Peter said happily. And then the dang kid winked at him. Well, what in the world did that mean? 

Tony and Peter stepped into the elevator and were gone in seconds. Happy shook his head. Was Peter going to tell Tony or not? Now Happy was going to worry about it all afternoon, which may or may not have been Peter’s intention. That dang kid. 

But thinking of how much Tony enjoyed having him around, and how happy the kid had seemed when Happy let Tony’s feelings slip, he couldn’t help but smile. Just a little bit. Maybe it hadn’t been such a bad thing after all.

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[witchwyfe]

i [don’t] think he knows | sh

| pairing: steve harrington x female reader

| précis: clueless best friends to lovers, mentions of drinking and alcohol, mentions of marijuana, fluff, kissing, cursing

| word count: 1,052

You couldn’t explain it. Or maybe you just didn’t want to.

But the feeling you get when you see him with her, makes you sick to your stomach. It sounds dramatic but that’s how you feel. Woozy from the drinks you’ve had, your reaction is amplified.

It was your friend Brittany’s idea anyway. A date party. She claimed it was because she was tired of the usual Friday nights, where everyone gathers in a basement with weed and cheap beer. Of course, there was still going to be weed and cheap beer, but this time, everyone would dress up and come with a date. And normally you and Steve pair up for these kind of things, however, someone else got to him first. Jessica or Julia—whatever her name is—had asked Steve and he had said yes, feeling guilty for whatever reason.

He felt even worse when you’d found him a period later, stopping at his locker to plan for the party like you usually did. You told him you didn’t care, and you didn’t. It’s not like you and Steve were dating, he’s your friend, your best friend, and nothing more. “And besides,” Steve had said. “I think Greg really likes you anyway. You should ask him.”

If only the idiot knew it was him you want, not Greg.

You’d missed getting ready at his house together, with his radio playing and sipping on whatever he could find in his parents’ liquor cabinet. Greg had picked you up from your house and taken you to the party.

Steve hadn’t even arrived yet, so you busied yourself with finding something to drink. But when he finally walked in, J-name on his arm, your stomach dropped, and you downed the rest of your drink before heading off in search of another one.

Now, Steve cranes his neck to look for you. Jennifer is speaking to him, but he can’t hear her, can’t hear anything, not until he finds you.

And Jesus what a moment when he does. Your lilac dress makes him swallow harshly, adam’s apple bobbing in his throat. The highlighter you must’ve applied to your collarbones, shimmers, even from across the room.

“Steve?” Jennifer speaks loudly, breaking him out of his reverie.

“What? Sorry.”

“When are you gonna tell her?”

“Tell who? What?” He wonders, brows furrowing. He’s listening now, but his gaze is still locked on you, and he knows it’s rude, but he can’t help it.

“____.” She says your name softly, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. And to everyone but you and him, it is. “Tell her that you’re in love with her.”

“I’m not—” He cuts himself off. “No, she’s my best friend, not…” He trails off, finally taking his eyes off you to look at Jennifer, confusion painted on his pretty features.

“Steve.” She says sternly. “You haven’t taken your eyes off of her since we got here. And she was all you talked about before this.”

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay. But I think you should tell her.”

“Tell her?” Panic swells in his chest. “No, I can’t. What if she doesn’t feel the same?”

Jennifer glances across the room, to find you staring right at Steve, the softest smile tracing your lips.

“Trust me she does.” Jennifer presses a kiss to Steve’s cheek, winking at him before she makes to leave. “Good luck.”

Fire lines your stomach as you watch her kiss him. You haven’t seen Greg since you went off to get your first drink, and you’re suddenly relieved, because Steve is heading towards you.

“Stevie!” You exclaim with relief, once he gets close enough to hear you. “You’re here!”

“Hey,” He grins easily, worry tracing his features.

“Listen, do you wanna get out of here?” You ask, looking up at him.

“Yeah I do, but first I have to tell you something.”

“Sure, we can do it in your car.” You nod. “Did you drive? Because Greg drove me, so I don’t have a ride and—”

“Sweetheart, I need to do this now before I lose my nerve.” He chuckles awkwardly, placing his hands respectfully on your waist.

“Jesus Steve, you’re scaring me, what’s going on?”

He ducks his head, lips at your ear. Goosebumps rise on the back of your neck, a shiver ripping through your body before he even speaks.

“I think I’m in love with you.” He says quickly, breath hot on the side of your face.

Your first instinct is to laugh, and you do—just a little. “Steve, what? Like, in love in love?”

“Yes.” He takes another breath, gathering up more courage. “And I don’t think actually, I know. I’m in love with you.”

Your heart is erratic, throbbing wildly against your chest. “Steve, are you serious? Because I won’t be able to handle it if you’re joking.”

“So serious.” He smiles a little. “I wouldn’t joke about this.”

A sigh of relief heaves from your lungs, and you’re going limp in his hands. “Steve, I’m—, you—,” You breathe again, feeling flustered. “Me too.”

“Yeah?”

��Yes. I’m head over heels for you, Harrington.”

His smile stretches ear to ear, a beam that’s just for you. He pulls you closer, hands cradling your lower back now.

“Can I kiss you?” He murmurs softly.

“I was hoping you would.” You grin, impossibly happy.

And the moment your lips meet, has been a long time coming, an eruption of your love. His lips are warm and gentle as he kisses you softly, delicately, as if he isn’t sure you’re real and he’s still checking.

He’s stealing your breath, and inhaling all the sweet little sounds you make, swiping his tongue to get a taste of your lip balm before it’s completely kissed away. You’re smiling against his mouth, you can’t help it, giggling lightly at the feel of his breath fanning over your kiss-swollen lips.

“Hey,” He smiles, pulling away breathlessly. “I love you.”

“I know.” You smile right back. “I love you.”

“Never gonna get used to that.” He mumbles, more to himself than to you.

“Good. Don’t. I plan on saying it a lot more.”

He leans in to kiss you one more time, pulling away with pink tinted cheeks. “You wanna get out of here?”

“Dying to.”

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[arpmemething2]

Quotes from Firefly/Serenity Sentence Starters

Send one for my muse’s reaction.   Feel free to change pronouns as needed.

“Let’s go be bad guys!”

“Ten percent of nothin’ is … let me do the math here … nothin’ into nothin’ … carry the nothin’ … ”

"We’re crooks. If everything were right, we’d be in jail.”

"Nothing buys bygones quicker than cash."

“Like woman, I am a mystery.”

“Oh, I think you might wanna reconsider that last part. See, I married me a powerful ugly creature.”

“Every man there go back inside or we will blow a new crater in this little moon.”

“Well, maybe I’m not a fancy gentleman like you, with your … very fine hat. But I do business. We’re here for business.”

"How can you say that? How can you shame me in front of new people?"

"Um, I’m trying to put this as delicately as I can…how do I know you won’t kill me in my sleep?"

"Go to blackout! We're being buzzed!"

"Well, I guess death will solve the issue to everyone's satisfaction."

"Everybody plays each other. That's all anybody ever does. We play parts."

“Did something just fly off my gorram ship?”

"You guys had a riot... on account of me? My very own riot?"

“We’ve done the impossible, and that makes us mighty.”

"It's been a big day, what with the abduction, and all."

"I'm not sure you'd be safe."

"Live with a man forty years. Share his house, his meals… speak on every subject… then tie him up, and hold him over the volcano's edge. And on that day, you will finally meet the man."

“Curse your sudden but inevitable betrayal!”

"Seems like a lovely little community of kidnappers."

"Maybe. Or maybe you're exactly where you ought to be."

“Can we maybe vote on the whole murdering people issue?”

"If you take sexual advantage of her, you will burn in a very special level of hell. The kind they reserve for child molesters and people who talk at the theater."

"Go play with your rainstick."

"Don't make yourself sick."

“Mercy is the mark of a great man.”

"I don't suppose you'd find it up to the standards of your outings. More conversation, and somewhat less... petty theft and getting hit with pool cues."

"You gonna give us what's due us and every damn thing else on that boat. And I think maybe you gonna give me a little one-on-one time with the misses."

"I cannot abide useless people."

"Mmm. You missed a spot."

“Man walks down the street in a hat like that, you know he’s not afraid of anything … ”

"This is the place. We'll buy you the time."

“Also? I can kill you with my brain.”

“Psychic, though? That sounds like something out of science fiction.”

"It’s not embarrassing to be a virgin. It’s simply one’s state of being."

"That's why I never kiss 'em on the mouth."

"I been waiting for you to kiss me since I showed you my guns."

"I'll be in my bunk."

"They don't like it when you shoot at 'em. I worked that out myself."

"Drunks are so cute."

“Going on a year now, nothins twixed my neathers not run on batteries.”

"He's not wildly interested in ingratiating himself with anyone, yet he's very protective of his crew. It's odd."

"How we treat our dead is part of what makes us different…than those did the slaughtering."

“The important thing is the spices. A man can live on packaged food from here ’til Judgment Day if he’s got enough rosemary.”

"I think you have a problem with your brain being missing."

"Okay! Everybody not talking about sex, in here. Everybody else, elsewhere."

“First rule of battle, little one … don’t ever let them know where you are.”

“Terse? I can be terse. Once, in flight school, I was laconic.”

"Don't you just love this party? Everything's so fancy and they have some kind of hot cheese over there!"

"I hate to bring up our imminent arrest during your crazy time, but we gotta go."

“I don’t think of myself as a lion. You might as well, though, I have a mighty roar.”

"You can't open the book of my life and jump in the middle."

"I am a leaf on the wind. Watch how I soar."

“I aim to misbehave.”

"Live with a man forty years. Share his house, his meals… speak on every subject… then tie him up, and hold him over the volcano's edge. And on that day, you will finally meet the man."

"Every man there go back inside, or we will blow a new crater in this little moon."

“You know what the chain of command is? It’s the chain I go get and beat you with until you understand who’s in ruttin charge here.”

“I cannot abide useless people.”

"I I ever kill you, you’ll be awake, you’ll be facing me, and you’ll be armed."

"You are very much lacking in imagination.”

"Call me if anyone interesting shows up."

"Very well-bred petty crook knows that the small concealable weapons always go to the far left of the place setting."

"This must be what going mad feels like."

"You don't seem to be lookin' at the destinations. What you care about is the ships, and mine's the nicest."

"Remember that sex we were planning to have, ever again?"

"Someone's carryin' a bullet for you right now, doesn't even know it. The trick is, die of old age before it finds you."

“If anyone gets nosy, just …you know … shoot ’em. “

“WHOO-HOO! I’M RIGHT HERE! I’M RIGHT HERE! YOU WANT SOME O’ ME?! YEAH YOU DO! COME ON! COME ON! AAAAAH! Whoo-hoo!”

"I'll do anything you want me to. You know how I can make you feel."

"I need this man to tear all my clothes off."

“Someone ever tries to kill you, you try to kill ’em right back!”

"Sorry to interrupt, folks, but y'all got something that belongs to us, and we'd like it back."

“Next time you want to stab me in the back, have the guts to do it to my face.”

“I’ve been under fire before. Well … I’ve been in a fire. Actually, I was fired. I can handle myself.”

“I’ve been out of the abbey two days, I’ve beaten a lawman senseless, I’ve fallen in with criminals. I watched the captain shoot the man I swore to protect. And I’m not even sure if I think he was wrong.”

“In the maiden’s home, I heard talk of men who weren’t pleased with their brides…”

"Got your next heist planned?"

"It's good to be home."

"She still has the advantage over us."

"Do you know what the definition of a hero is? Someone who gets other people killed."

"Yeah, but she's our witch."

“We’re not gonna die. We can’t die. You know why? Because we are so very pretty. We are just too pretty for God to let us die.”

"Can you stop her from bein’ so cheerful?"

“How did your brain even learn human speech?”

“Yes sir, Captain Tightpants!”

"You are such a boob."

"You don't need strength as much as speed. We're fragile creatures. It takes less than a pound of pressure to cut skin."

"Your mouth is talking. You might wanna look to that.”

"You guys always bring me the very best violence. "

"Every problem is an opportunity in disguise."

“We got some local color happening. A grand entrance would not go amiss.”

"I'm assumin' y'all were listenin'? Did you hear us fight?"

"I... I threw up on your bed."

"I swallowed a bug."

"I'm... trying to think of a way for you to be cruder. I just... it's not coming."

"It sounds like the finest party I can imagine getting paid to go to."

“Now I did a job. I got nothing but trouble since I did it, not to mention more than a few unkind words as regard to my character so let me make this abundantly clear. I do the job. And then I get paid.”

"I said you're a coward and a piss-pot. Now what are you gonna do about it?"

"You paid money for this, sir? On purpose?"

“I swear by my pretty floral bonnet, I will end you.”

“Well, we may not have parted on the best of terms. I realize certain words were exchanged. Also, certain… bullets.”

"You were truthful back in town. These are tough times. A man can get a job, he might not look too close at what that job is. But a man learns all the details of a situation like ours... well... then he has a choice."

"So you had to be naked?"

"So… are you enjoying your own nubile little slave girl?"

"Just keep walkin', preacher-man."

"We crashing again?"

“No power in the verse can stop me.”

"I know something ain't right."

“‘Course, there’re other schools of thought.”

"Can't miss a place you've never been."

"Tell me I'm pretty."

"Physical appearance doesn't matter so terribly. You look for compatibility of spirit. There's an energy about a person that's difficult to hide.You try to feel that."

"Can we fly somewhere with a beach?"

"What gives you the right to put her in a dangerous situation like this?"

"I think I've been kidnapped."

"Money wasn't good enough."

“Well, my time of not taking you seriously is coming to a middle.”

"Is it bad that what she said made perfect sense to me?"

"See, morbid and creepifying, I got no problem with, long as she does it quiet-like."

"What was that?"

"Well, you were right about this being a bad idea."

"Haven't you killed me enough for one day?"

"You save his gorram life, he still takes the cargo."

[happyimagines]

911: Buck/Reader

This wasn't requested, but I've been rewatching 911 and wanted to write for it.

Hope you like it!

Everyone is way of the job. It’s a rule for first responders. However, every month, it seems as if even more chaos ensues; the full moon. Whether it’s because everyone’s blood pressure spikes, but it feels like more people are seeing red, acting on impulse or just acting without a single care for themselves or anyone else.

As soon as the ambulance came to a stop, I took a deep breath. Hen parked the ambulance, took another look at me and laughed. I rolled my eyes but accepted a pack of wet wipes that she handed to me.

“Don’t get blood on the handles.” She told me.

“I need to shower, and maybe soak my clothes in bleach. Tell Cap I’ll get the report finalised after.” I used a wipe to clean my hands of any remaining blood from our last call.

“I’ll let him know, go get cleaned up.” Hen got out the ambulance and I followed her out.

“Whoa,” I heard as everyone saw me and Hen got out the ambulance. I looked up at the balcony as Eddie and Chimney stared at me. “Who died?”

I sighed and pinched the bridge of my nose. Hen saw my reaction and went up the stairs to explain the events of our call.

“Are you okay?” I looked over at Buck whose eyes were wide with concern.

“Yeah, I’m fine. It’s not my blood.” I assured him with a smile. “Hen will fill you in on the gory details. I cringed at my own words.

“Okay, good to know.” Buck nodded and assessed me once more to make sure I was okay.

“Buck, I’m fine,” I told him before heading for the showers.

What felt like an eternity of scrubbing, I left the showers clean and free of blood. The shower itself took extra time to be cleaned and sanitized. Once I was in clean clothes, I made my way to the kitchen where everyone was sitting. Hen smiled when she I was coming to join them.

“There she is,” Chimney announced. “Nice to see that there’s no blood on you.”

“I think I left the scene red-handed.” I joked. Buck smiled and sat up straighter letting me join him on the sofa. The firefighter regarded me with a look that I couldn’t quite figure out.

“Please tell me that there isn’t any blood still on me.”

“Nah, you’re good. Hen was telling us about how you stopped a guy from bleeding out.” There was a smile of admiration on his face and he nudged me with his elbow.

“Oh yeah,” I nodded. “It was weird though. It looked like he was bitten.”

“Oh, he was.” Hen waved her phone and handed it to me.

I took it and began reading the report. As I did, I realised Buck was reading it over my shoulder. I leaned back and angled the phone to let him read with me.

“Great, so aside from all the usually stupidity, we have the Full Moon Biter. People need to stop smoking bath salts…” I trailed off when I noticed Hen was watching me and Buck. Buck whose face was very close to my own.

It was nice siting close to Buck, it was comfortable. I was close enough that I could still smell the aftershave and body spray that he had used in the morning. We were comfortable enough that nobody else sat next to him. And allowed me to take that space.

“Didn’t you guys deal with something like this last month?” Buck asked leaning back into the sofa as if he were suddenly aware of our proximity.

“Something similar. Except that guy wasn’t pretending to be Dracula.” I shrugged my shoulders.

Hen left the two of us and said something about needing to call Karen. Chimney and Eddie were off doing their own thing. That left Buck and I sitting on the sofa. I sighed and leaned back. Buck leaned next to me and watched my face.

“I should’ve said I was sick today or something.” I let my head fall back, falling on Buck’s arm. I stared at the ceiling as Buck began talking.

“Eh, everyone feels that way. I mean, you saved someone, so that’s good right?”

“I guess. I just acted on instinct.”

“Your instinct saved someone; you stopped a guy from bleeding out with your own hands!” Buck nudged me and I couldn’t help but smile.

“Yeah, I did good. I also could’ve landed a role in Carrie.” I laughed.

I turned my head to look at Buck. I didn’t realise how close he was to me again until my lips brush against his.

The two of froze, my breath caught in my throat. I closed the gap between us and pressed my lips to his. Buck deepened the kiss, his hand cupping my cheek keeping me close to him.

Then the alarms went off, the announcement calling for the fire truck and the paramedics to respond to an MVC.

The two of us pulled apart from each other, breathless. I looked at Buck who was at a loss for words.

“We, we should go.” I got up and Buck followed, the two of us running to join the others for the call. I got in the ambulance with Hen and she pulled out of the house. Sitting in the seat, I looked out the window, my heart still racing and my lips felt electric and tingled.

“You okay?” Hen asked glancing over as I gently touched my lips. “You haven’t said anything since we left. Did something happen between you and Buck?”

I looked at her. “I kissed Buck. And he kissed me back. And I want to kiss him again.” A laugh escaped me and Hen joined me.

“I knew it!”

Before I would tell her to stop laughing, we had arrived at the scene and went into business, the laughter was left in the ambulance for later.

There were three cars that had crashed into each other. The reason was because two people had run into the road causing one person to suddenly slam on the brakes. That then led to the collision.

Hen and I ran to the pedestrians lying in the road as the others went to check on everyone in the cars. I knelt on the ground and turned to look at the victim. Before I could begin my assessment, I saw more blood than what is expected for these situations. My patient had blood on his face and neck.

“Hen, I think-”

Before I could finish altering Hen, the victim grabbed my shoulders and pulled me towards him, his teeth clamping down on my neck.

I screamed and then everything happened so quickly. There was yelling and I felt someone pull me away from the biter. I began feeling faint as I was sat on the ground.

“(Y/N), hey, look at me.” Eddie caught my attention and made me look at his face.

“(Y/N), we need to flush the bite, it doesn’t look like he got any of the arteries but you are going to bleed out if we don’t get you covered up.” Bobby told me. I nodded to show I understood, not trusting my voice. “Buck, stay on the vehicles!”

“Cap!” Buck yelled back in protest. He was holding his helmet in his hand as he watched to see if I was okay.

I winced as felt the saline against the open wound.

“Okay, we need to get you transported. They’re going to have to make sure nothing was transmitted.” Eddie told me.

“Gotcha,” I let him pull me to my feet. The next thing I knew was that I was in the back of an ambulance. It wasn’t one from the 118 so Eddie was sitting with me checking on my vitals despite my protests.

“I really should’ve called in sick.” I groaned as Eddie peeked under the dressings.

“Yeah, Buck probably wouldn’t have been too happy about that though.” Eddie gave me a smile and my face grew hot.

“I’m guessing he told you?”

“Yep, and he’s been wanting to do that for a while.”

I laughed. “Really?”

“He likes you, but it’s Buck. He’s all action.”

Before we could continue, the ambulance stopped at the hospital. Eddie helped me out and let me get taken by nurses ready to take blood and perform tests. I was put on a bed in the emergency room and I put my head back. The wound was cleaned and I was left waiting, still shaking from the events. Then there was familiar chatter as the other members of the 118 arrived. I looked over at them and made eye contact with Buck. He looked relieved to see I was okay and rushed over.

“Hey,” I smiled at him.

“Hey, are- are you okay?” Buck asked as I pulled my knees close to make space.

“Yeah, a little shaken.” I held up my hand and showed Buck He chuckled and took my hand, giving it a comforting squeeze. “I think everything should be okay, I didn’t hear anything about the other guy that they brought in. Did they find out what the biter was on?”

“Uh, I think they said it was bath salts.”

“Are you kidding?”

Buck laughed again and I saw his gaze was on my face. It travelled from my eyes to my lips.

“So, earlier at the firehouse.” Buck began.

“Yeah, I talked to Eddie,”

“Right. Well, I want to let you know that I meant what I said.” He assured me.

“Good. I feel the same way.”

“Really?” Buck asked almost incredulously. “Well, how about after shift, I take you on a real date.”

“I would like that,” I smiled and leaned towards him.

“I saw that there’s a new vampire movie coming out.

“You wish Buck.” I quickly looked past and saw that everyone was looking towards us. Somehow, Hen managed to get everyone’s attention and led them out the room. Buck, looking over his shoulder and realising the same thing, turned back to look at me. There was a smile on his face as he cupped my cheek and brought his lips to mine.

#911 Imagines #911 oneshots #Evan Buckley imagines #Evan Buckley oneshots #Evan Buckley x reader

[sunlightmurdock]

Katie, I think that Sub Rosa thot actually killed me so I have another one for you! Since we know baby Kazansky was a lot less experienced than Bradley when they first met (and not used to guys his size), what about something like Bradley guiding her through giving him a blowjob for the first time? 😵‍💫 - @sugarcoated-lame 💜💜

Okay, so Kricket… my corruption link also went off in this one a little bit so you’ve gotta forgive me for that one but 😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨 this thot had me damn near on my knees so thank you for being the best always @sugarcoated-lame <333333

It happens in your dorm room for the first time. Him, four weeks back off of deployment and it’s maybe his second time visiting you. Lured into your room under the guise of watching a movie — one of your favourites, something that he was eager for you to show him.

You’re young — excitable. You can’t help your wandering eye. Or hand. Movie long forgotten, his tongue in your mouth and your hand in his shorts, palming him over his boxers, inexperience catches up to you as he grinds his hips up eagerly into your hand.

“Mm, Rooster,” You breathe softly, giving his cock a gentle squeeze over the cotton of his boxers. “What’s the best blowjob you’ve gotten?”

His lips quirk and his brows furrow at the same time. “I’m — I feel like this is a trick question.”

You shake your head swiftly and press your thighs together. God, he should be ashamed of how hard it makes him when you blink up at him like that. “It’s not a trick, I just… I’m worried that… uh — I’m worried that I won’t be good at it.”

“Baby,” Rooster breathes out, already smiling as he kisses your forehead and smooths a hand over your hair. “You don’t have to—“

“I want to!” You groan, sitting up and frowning at him. “I want to, but you’re just… bigger, than I’m used to — and I’m sure you’ve got a lot of women to compare me to, so I don’t want to be the worst.”

Rooster wets his lips with his tongue, closing his eyes for a moment and then exhaling.

“First step: stop talking, because I don’t want to hear that shit. If you want it, baby — it’s yours. Is this you asking for my help?” Rooster soothes, his voice growing heart-warmingly tender as he trails a hand along the top of your spine. You reluctantly nod at him. “Alright, now don’t act so coy. Gotta show me what I’m working with, huh?”

Your cheeks burn. Still, grateful for the advice and the constant lack of judgment, you kiss him sweetly and situate yourself between his thick thighs. He pushes his boxers down enough to expose him, this time watching the change in your reaction. The soft gulp and the sheepish glance back up to him.

“Go ‘head.”

You exhale softly through your nose and wrap your mouth around his tip. You know that he knows you’ve got it up to this point, and you do. Your sweet mouth working around the tip of his cock, tongue flicking against his tip and the vein at the underside of his cock, it feels good.

Bradley glances up and catches sight of your academic awards on your wall. Competition trophies, prized work. Then, he feels your throat squeeze around his tip as you gag softly, around halfway down his length.

“Baby,” Rooster breathes out, almost cooing at you as he curls his fingers into your hair. “Slow down, shh. Stay right there, that was good.”

You glance up at him and blink the tears away from your greediness, fingers smoothing over the blonde hair on his thighs. His hand in your hair keeps you in the safe zone, sucking delicately at the top of his cock, massaging him with your tongue.

“It’s — fuck,” The pad of his thumb strokes over your cheek as he admires the way you look like this, your mouth around him and your eyes on him so intently. “It’s not about making yourself sick.”

He tugs softly at your hair and pulls your mouth off of him, cock twitching at the way you breathe hard, waiting for your neck instruction. He grabs your hand from his thigh and wraps it around his tip, still wet from your mouth. His thick palm wrapped around yours as he guides it, spreading the wetness down his length.

His other hand curls tighter into your hair and guides your face back down. “Don’t need to have all of me in your mouth. Just about feeling you, all over. Just — god, yeah. Like that.”

You mouth at the base of his cock, nose pressed into the neatly trimmed hair at his pelvis as he continues to guide your hand around the rest of his length.

“I’m not a kid, either. I don’t need to cum in five seconds. Take your time,” Rooster murmurs as he strokes at your jaw, his breath shallowing just slightly. He curls his hand around your jaw and guides slowly, lips quirking as you work with him. Just like he wanted, you trail your tongue wordlessly along his length and wrap your lips back around his tip. “You keep looking at me like that, though, honey and I might.”

…

#bradley bradshaw #bradley rooster bradshaw #miles teller #bradley bradshaw smut #thots night (:

[aquaquadrant]

I recently listened to the HTP playlist again and realised just how long you’ve had this thing planned out? If I remember correctly it was made around the time that part 1 was released and only now can you really start to see how well the songs line up. Some lines that caught my attention were

“Who’s that knocking at your door, you’ve got lots to answer for”

and “Never know who walks through the door, is it someone that you’ve met before?” Which are now SO PAINFULLY ACCURATE for when Bravo turns up at the Ranch. “Now you’ve got no one you can trust, think it’s wrong, your soul unjust, point your finger and deny”

Is again a great Bravo line and perfectly encapsulates his thoughts after being sent to Hels.

I know the Bravo playlist was made later on but Sharks by Imagine Dragons was so spot on for him

“You think you’re better than them, better than them. You think they’re really your friends, really your friends. But when it comes to the end, to the end, you’re just the same as them, same as them.” Crying screaming throwing up. I can imagine a sick animation during the bridge, “My blood is pumping I can see the end is right in front of me, Don’t take it from me I could be everything, everything!” the moment where Atlas screws over the whole operation and Bravo has had ENOUGH. Same with Snakes, “Wish I could knock your skull in, but I’m rising above it” I just- ajdybsfajcikdn!

You’ve written such an insanely complex character and then managed to create a playlist that summarises him better than words can? You’re so insane for this /pos

However this does make me concerned for future chapters. What lyrics have we glossed over that are also going to be perfect foreshadowing? I am sooo hyped for the next edition, meanwhile I will be rereading the entire thing. Thanks for the delicious angst Aqua!

CORVID. HOLY SHIT. if only u could see the way this made me pump my fist in the air.

bdubs voice: YOU ARE CORRECT. while i’ve definitely added new things as inspiration comes and made some changes here and there for logistical purposes (or for extra angst), the main plot of ‘from eden’ was planned before i even wrote the first chapter. the confrontation scene between bravo and tango+jimmy was one of the first things mel and i talked about when we were developing the au in summer of last year, which is why i was SO pumped to finally release it and thrilled by the positive response.

it’s been maddening to keep future plot points under wraps, but that also makes it fun when ppl theorize- whether they’re wrong or right (i’ve seen a little of both thus far). and mannnn it’s amazing to finally reach those long-foreshadowed moments and see the reactions. there should be at least a couple more of those kind of moments in the last few chapters ✌️

#hels to pay au #HTP ask #your analysis of those lyrics was spot-on btw #exactly what i was trying to convey w them #good shit 👌👌👌