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dreamauri · 9 months

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♪ — 𝗦𝗠𝗜𝗟𝗘 𝗙𝗢𝗥 𝗠𝗘 charles leclerc x wife! driver! reader (angst) “. . . charles goes the five stages of grief, again.”

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"Shhh, she's asleep." You heard Charles whisper as he carried you on his back through the paddock. It was your pre Qualifying tradition. You'd sleep in and go to the paddock in your pyjamas. The only problem with that, is that sleeping in makes you late for FP3.

But since you married Charles, you didn't have to worry about timing anymore. He carried you all the way from bed to his car, from the car to your motorhome. He wore pyjamas with you, danced to music with you before FP3. Call it a ritual, because it's been going on for 3 years now.

He pushed your Aston martin cap further down your face to make sure the sun wouldn't bother you. Walking into the green motorhome, Charles shared an awkward smile and wave with your team, minus Alonso who was trying to take photos of you passed out.

"Stay with me." You mumbled in your native language, one that Charles learned just for you. He'd just set you down on the couch in your driver's room, only for you to hold his hand to stop him from leaving.

"Cherie, I'm sticking out like a sore thumb. I'm in red." [sweetheart] He reminded you but you could only shrug not caring, trying to pull him closer to you. He wasn't going to leave in the first place, even if you asked him to, he just wanted to close the door. The one that Alonso was taking pictures from once you two were sound asleep in each others arms.

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"Ayyyy, Macarena! Aughh! You sang as you danced with your husband. He twirled you as you swung danced with each other in his garage with a few minutes till Qualifying. Drivers, staff, and other paddock patrons always stopped by for a minute or two to watch. It was always so heart warming to see the two enjoying your time together.

it was even more wholesome to watch you jump out of your car and run to him once you finished Qualifying, securing your first provisional pole. He pulled you in his arms, jumping with you excitedly. Although he lost leading the race to you, he felt so proud that you were finally on top like you deserved to be.

But you didn't deserve this. Not at all. Your car upside down on your husband's Ferrari. "Mon amour. Ça va être correct." [my love, it's going to be alright] You took off your left glove reaching for his hand under you. He copied your actions, holding his bare left hand with yours, the tattooed outline of your wedding rings touching.

Flinching, Charles looks confused at what fell on his visor. Red. Droplets of red were slowly dripping. "A-Amour!" He panicked trying to unbuckle himself, and get out. "Charles- Charlie. No no. It's ok. I'm ok." You comforted quickly, how you voice was so sweet and relaxed at a time like this he couldn't understand. He found himself crying as you whispered soft words and nothings to him, feeling the warm liquid trail down his wrist and arm under his race suit. "I will always be ok. Everything will be fine. I promise. We'll go home, and I'll make creps and we can watch cars 2."

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You lied. The first promise that you had ever broken, against your husband as well. Charles' chest felt empty as he carried your casket out of the cathedral, your helmet resting on top of the wooden confinement. His hand wouldn't leave the casket once he set you down in the car that would take you to your grave. Picking up your helmet, he watched you leave. Your mother stayed close to him, crying in his arms as he hugged her.

Charles felt numb.

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DENIAL

After brewing himself a cup of coffee, Charles gently knocked on the bedroom door before entering. He set your favourite coffee mug quietly on your night stand before moving to the curtains and draping the blinds closed.

You didn't sleep comfortably with bright light, and he always had to close the curtains for you. "I'm gonna go on a run, amour. I'll be back in 40 minutes or so." He told no one as he pulled clothes from his closet changing quietly and walking out.

When he came back all sweaty and heaving, he showered in silence for the first time.

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ANGER

It wasn't even 10 minutes into FP1 when Charles was quick to park the car on a patch of grass before hopping out and pulling his head protection off.

The food that he had forced himself to eat that morning was vomited on the grass. It was the first time back in the car since your crash and apparently he could still feel your blood dripping on his helmet and tricking down his arm.

"You okay, mate?" It was Max, he would tell by the redbull parked near his Ferrari. "DO I LOOK OKAY TO YOU?!" Charles snapped standing up and wiping his mouth clean. "GO GET P1 FOR ALL I CARE. IM NOT DOING THIS SHIT." Throwing his helmet somewhere in a fit of rage. Charles walked off, where to he didn't know. But he couldn't sit in the car that killed you.

The red colours of Ferrari held a different meaning now. "AND ITS ALL MY FAULT." He shouted angrily gripping his hair frustrated.

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BARGANING

Charles sat in the shower. He's been scrubbing his hands and arms for thirty minutes now but the blood wouldn't come off. No matter how much pressure he put or how much soap. Your blood was stuck to his skin, reminding him of his mistake.

"I should've never signed with Ferrari. I should've never bumped chased her down." He mumbled, hoping that admitting to his mistakes would remove the scars. "It's all my fault. And if I could, I'd take her place instead. If only- if only I braked earlier." He broke into sobs leaning against the wall. 'If only's crowding his mind, regretting everything he did that would've lead to your death.

"It's all my fault. I'm so- so sorry Y/N. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. It's my fault." He shouted to the walls, hoping you'd return to his arms.

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ACCEPTANCE

Charles sat on the grass bed with groan, shifting his backpack on his lap and pulling out lunchboxes. He set his championship trophy next to your grave stone, opening the plastic lid and pulling out the crepe rolls.

"Oh they taste like shit." He chuckled embarrassed, pinching the bridge of his nose as he continued to eat anyways. "I'll have to ask your mom for her jam recipe because Lorenzo can't cook that well." He mumbled, leaning back on one arm while he ate with the other.

"It's for you." He pointed at the trophy. "I finally made it . . . Although I would've loved for you to win it more than me." He raised his crèp muttering a cheers as he got up leaving his stuff, only for a moment to go greet his dad. "See you around my love." He blew a kiss, the same way you always did to him during the formation lap or when he was on the podium.

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"RAAH!" You jumped on his back once you reached him. The boy flinched catching you quickly. "AMOUR! YOU SCARED THE SHIT OUT OF ME!" He scolded you, setting you down before pulling you into a deep kiss.

"There's that beautiful smile. My beautiful ocean eyes." You teased once you pulled away, cupping his cheeks gently. "Let me show you around! Come on!" You pulled on his arm, dragging him with you. "Hey- wait! Slow down!"

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kyoriis · 2 years

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BUT I LOVE YOUUUU ! ☆

featuring !! — iluna x gn reader.

synopsis !! — when you don't say ily back *gasps*.

format !! — headcanons.

warnings !! — a lil cursing. the use of word " bro ".

kyori's note !! — fist post ayyyy. pog. stan iluna besties <3

REN ZOTTO ! ☆

he just finished streaming, and he was tired asf.

"i love you baby" (◕ᴥ◕)

"mhmm" (￣(ｴ)￣)

he gasps. i just know he's a dramatic mf in private <3.

"baby?"

"..."

"aight no kisses for you" he smirks.

now that's scary but you maintained ur composure cause ur pog.

"babyyyyyyy i love you" insert more whining.

if that doesn't work well, our alien prince will use plan b. tickling.

won't stop until you say ily back LMAO.

laughs proudly when you say it cause he's a cheeky mf. ( pls i love his voice sm bro- )

SCARLE YONAGUNI ! ☆

mommy-

so y'all were cuddling.

"i looooove you" she kisses ur forehead, expecting a response but you just nod.

she literally goes (´⊙ω⊙`)！

"love, is something wrong?" she asks a lil confused.

"y/n?" oh shoot not the name-

idk why but i feel like she'll lowkey try to remember if something upset you because she's such a sweetheart.

she won't talk unless you say something so u finally tell her it was a prank.

will yeet you lovingly off her lap ( ◜‿◝ )♡

scarle yonaguni supremacy indeed.

KYO KANEKO ! ☆

baby boy just yeets himself onto you to tell you how much he loves you.

"god i love you so much mwah" ( ˘ ³˘)♥

"wanna play smash bros?"

are you fr? y/n are you seriously ignoring ur adorable lover? honey no.

"umm uhh sure?" he replies, his voice slightly breaking.

HOW DARE YOU HURT HIM YOU-

literally for the entire three matches you both played he looked more and more sad :(

the guilt that filled you when you looked at his lil pout was enough for you to explain that it was a prank and apologize.

"so umm so like can you say it now?" he chuckles, hugging you.

"i love you too kyo."

don't do that again, or else ಥ_ಥ

MARIA MARIONETTE ! ☆

my precious lil being.

how could you do this to her y/n?

"i love you" she says shyly, hiding her face in her hands.

"mhmm"

she's confused. (・o・)

was this supposed to happen?

that's not what she learnt from google tho-

like my girl literally goes out of the room to ✨research✨ ur reaction.

a true #girlboss indeed.

like your had to chase her down and explain it to her lmfaooo.

"oh" pls i love her sm aaaaa.

please tell her ily again bro.

ASTER ARCADIA ! ☆

pretty boy was always pretty nervous when it came to expressing love.

"i love you y/n" he whispers (◍•ᴗ•◍)

"....."

i feel like he's very sensitive when it comes to this type of stuff.

he gets very worried. immediately apologizes before dashing out of the room.

ur lover is crying cause of ur stupid ass prank y/n. ಠ︵ಠ

"ASTER BABY NOO IT WAS A PRANK" you try to comfort him.

poor baby :(((

stop crying after a lil while.

"i love you too ! i love you so much" you kiss his forehead <3

cuddles to make him happy. NOW.

AIA AMARE ! ☆

she knew what was going on.

queen shit amirite?

"i love you, you lovable idiot." she smiles.

but that sweet smile turns into an amused smirk as soon as she hears no response. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

"babe please, you're too easy to read"

if you still don't budge or pretend to be confused. ( which is epic btw i would just surrender lol )

"no more cuddles" and you know she's deadass about it too.

instant panik.

a prank <<< cuddles from aia amare 😍

so you end up admitting it because who tf would wanna be banned from cuddling with such a beautiful woman?

aia : 1, y/n : 0.

#✍🏼 — dua's works !!#iluna #iluna x reader #aia amare #aster arcadia #kyo kaneko #maria marionette #ren zotto #scarle yonaguni #ren zotto x reader #scarle yonaguni x reader #aia amare x reader #aster arcadia x reader #kyo kaneko x reader #maria marionette x reader #vtuber x reader #nijisanji x reader #luxiem #noctyx

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swissboyhisch · 1 year

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Support My Girl

Pairing: Quinn Hughes x Moyle!Reader

Summary: The final dance concert comes around and you're lucky to have such a supportive family

Word Count: 2304

Warnings: Mentions of nudity

A/N: I love this and ended up getting carried away

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Tonight was the student dance showcase for your college. It’s a concert put on by the students for friends, family and faculty. At 7 tonight, the curtains rise in the theatre on campus. You had already had the matinee show earlier this morning and it went smoothly. No wig, makeup or costume malfunctions thankfully.

As the top student in the dance course, you had the most dances during the concert out of all the students. With 2 dances per class you take as per the course requirements, you were already up to 12 dances. Some classes then do whole class dances. Add in the fact, selected students get solos, duos or trios if the professors so choose.

Before the show, there was a cocktail hour in the lobby. It was mandatory for the dancers to attend. Every year, scouts attend the cocktail hour and night performance in hopes of finding dancers to add to their tally. A few of the previous year’s seniors are now on broadway. You didn’t know what you were hoping for.

You were lucky, your boyfriend has finished his season and was back in Michigan for the show. But not only was he in the crowd tonight, but so is his family. Jack had also finished his season and came back for the summer.

“Are you ready?” You heard his voice echo through your apartment.

One final look in the mirror to smooth out your dress and you were out of there. It was your favourite formal dress. Instead of messing around with your hair for every dance, you had a few wigs throughout the night. For now, you were wearing a short black hair look. Your stage makeup was a smokey look. The dress you chose was picked with the thought of the makeup in mind.

You made sure to grab everything before exiting your room. The only thing with you was your makeup case for touch ups throughout the show, your phone, charger and your wallet. All your costumes, shoes and accessories were still at the theatre after the morning show. It was easier that way.

Quinn looked up from his phone as you walked into the lounge room. He was dressed in a pair of black dress pants and a button down with a tie that matched the colour of your dress. His hair neatly tussled in his beautiful natural way. His eyes wandered down your figure, taking in your appearance. “I like you with short hair.”

“So you want me to start wearing wigs more often?” You laugh.

“No, I like your hair how it is naturally.”

The pair of you made your way to the car where Quinn would drive you over to campus. As the passenger, you got to control the music. What was better than listening to Blink-182 to hype you up. You arrived a little earlier than the cocktail hour so you could put your stuff at your mirror. After years of dancing, you had a particular way of setting up your makeup. Quinn waited while you ducked into the green rooms. The last thing to do was to make sure everything was in place just how you like it. So none of your quick changes would be impaired due to a misplaced accessory. After you had done that, you and Quinn meandered your way to the lobby of the theatre where they had a bar during events. Both of you ordered a soda while you waited for the others to arrive. Of course the first to arrive from the family was Luke, just finishing his freshman at UMich. But in tow behind the tallest Hughes, was the majority of his teammates. Including some of your classmates. Oh and can’t forget your older brother.

“Ayyyy,” Nolan grinned as the group neared. He held out his fist for you to fist bump. Something the pair of you have been doing since you were kids. Nolan was first to pull you into a hug, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “You are going to kick ass tonight.”

Luke nodded in agreement as he came to wrap his arms around you after Nolan was finished. The freshman was already a foot taller than you. It made you laugh at the boys’ comments. “It’s not a competition guys.”

Quinn rolled his eyes at the two of you. “It’s a showcase, not a competition.”

“You’ll kill it,” Luke smiles down at you.

Being Quinn’s girlfriend since freshman year, you had promised their mum to look after Luke when he finally got to UMich. And look after him you did. You were pretty sure you cooked at least three times a week for Luke, Nolan and at least two of their teammates. In return, the boys were alway looking after you. And their way of doing that was making sure everyone knew you were UMich team’s captain’s sister and dating THE Quinn Hughes. Star defenseman for the Vancouver Canucks.

“And the best Hughes is here,” A voice interrupted.

You looked past Quinn where Jack was approaching with Ellen and Jim, the boys’ parents. “Yeah of course they are, Mama El is here.”

Jack pouted as everyone went around for hugs. Ellen made sure to squeeze you affectionately, whispering about how proud she is to be here for something other than hockey. It’s the first time she and Jim had been on campus since the Frozen Four Championship. The group huddles around a couple of barrels placed around the foyer to act as tables.

“Miss Moyle,” Your theatre professor greets. “I have someone I’d like to introduce you to.”

Quinn stayed beside you as your professor guided you to where another one of your professors and a couple of well dressed people were chatting to them. After introductions, and the scouts getting past their awe, they talked about their companies and businesses. Luckily for the pair of you, one of your fellow dancers pulled you away to head backstage. With final goodbyes, and many good luck wishes, you and Claire went backstage.

You stripped off your dress and hung that up. First dance concert was “A Little Party Never Killed Nobody’ and the troupe consisted of the top 21 students of the course. Your costume was a sparkly flapper dress. Once you made sure everything was perfect, feather and all, Claire, Maddie and yourself made your way to the stage.

The large curtain was down blocking the stage from the view of the audience. Dancers were chatting between each other as they stretched and warmed up their bodies. Yourself and the girls found a free spot and started doing your own thing. You made sure to stretch your legs and back.

“Guys,” one of the student photographers that’s hanging around called to the Opening troupe. “Can I get a picture please?!”

As a group, you all decide on doing the final poses of the dance for the picture. You were the point of the triangle and on the ground with Maddie and Claire behind you. After a hot minute you all relaxed and went back to stretching. The 5-minute warning was called and the lights behind the curtain dimmed.

You moved into my starting position which was at the front with Claire. Both of you mirrored each other for the starting count. Julia, one of the performing arts students, stepped on stage to start off the night. Julia was a senior student who volunteered for the position of MC for the two shows. The lights dim backstage, and everyone gets in position as we hear Julia’s heels in front of the curtain.

“Good morning all, and welcome to the annual dance concert held by the Arts Students of the University of Michigan,” Julia welcomes. “The amazing show you will witness today is by the students. The dancers are the senior students of the dance department. Costumes, accessories and props were hand made by Fashion and Theatre Departments. Lighting, sound and tech are all done by the senior students of the Theatre and Production departments.”

The audience clapped and cheered.

“Before we start, please ensure mobile devices are turned off during the performance.”

There was a moment of silence for people to follow Julia’s words.

Julia hums appreciatively. “Thank you. Now onto the main event. You will see 8 different styles of dance displayed today. Acrobatics, Ballet, Contemporary, Hip Hop, Jazz, Slow Modern, Tap and Theatre all included. To kick off a killer show are the top 21 students of the dance department. They come from a range of styles. Please welcome to the stage opening with ‘A Little Party Never Killed Nobody’.”

With those words, it becomes pitch black behind the curtain as the group eagerly awaits Julia to step off stage and for the curtain to rise. Everyone was as still as a statue when the curtain began to lift. The music started and lights started dancing around the stage as you started dancing. Every student loved dance so the passion showed within their moves.

The curtain closed for the last time of the night and all of you laid on the floor. Every single one of the students were exhausted after the last week of late night rehearsals. One by one each got up and went to their green rooms to start the process of cleaning up. First, you changed into a cute playsuit you had stashed for this very moment. You then shoved all your makeup into the bag and all your shoes into your dance bag you had brought earlier. Not bothering to sort them out. All of your costumes were put back into the garment bags they came in originally with the accessories all sorted into the correct bags. With your bag over your shoulder, you piled the costumes over your arm.

“Need help?” Ellen offers from the door.

“Yes please,” you sigh. You hand her the majority of the costumes. “Thank you.”

“No problem.”

Ellen led the way out of backstage and through the crowd of family and friends waiting for all the dancers. The first person you spy was Quinn standing with a large bouquet of your favourite flowers. Luke grabbed the rest of your costumes and dance bag.

“You were absolutely amazing,” Quinn compliments, pulling you in for a kiss. After you pull away, he hands you the bouquet and turns you to where you finally see Nolan standing with your mother.

“Oh!” You grin at the sight of your family. She embraces you, careful of the flowers in your arm. “I’ve missed you.”

“Beautiful,” Your mum smiles, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

“Thank you for coming,” You mumble to her.

She waves off your words. “I’ll always come to your dance concerts. Can we get photos?”

Quinn and yourself agree with your mum and Ellen’s request and pose with the bouquet. Then it rotates out. Jack and Luke pop in at one point. You and Nolan get photos together for your mum. Yourself and all the Hughes family. You know how parents are. Oh and can’t forget one with you and all the team that had come to support you.

You and Quinn head to his car with everything in split between the pair of you. After the boot was filled with all of your gear, the car door was opened for you, allowing you to slide in and finally relax. Your body ached and needed to have a shower before you finally could go to bed.

You don’t even remember falling asleep in the car though. Next thing you know Quinn is shaking you awake telling you you were home. Neither of you bothered with all your stuff in the back. It was easy enough to pull out all the costumes tomorrow. You were too tired. With your wallet and phone in hand, Quinn and yourself head straight to your bathroom to shower. Like the amazing boyfriend he was, Quinn helped you undress and take out all the pins that were left in your hair.

“Are you sure you wanted to shower? I can draw a bath for you if you really want.”

You just shake your head in response to Quinn’s offer. Without saying a word, he got the shower ready for you two and even dimmed the lights. Like earlier in the day, you help each other wash. Shower time was one of both of yours’ favourites. It was a moment to yourselves without interruption.

After the shower, you went to slip one of Quinn’s old UMich shirts over your body when his hands stopped you. His fingers wrapped around your wrists, halting your movement. He was naked as well as he lifted you up and slid you right under the covers.

“I just wanna be close,” Quinn mumbles as he climbs in beside you.

Quinn’s arms wrap around your body and drag you to lay half on top of him. You barely had the energy to move your arms at this point. You could feel the calloused fingers stroking up and down your back. He then brushed his finger through your hair every now and then as well.

“Thank you for coming tonight,” You whisper into the darkness, turning your head to press a kiss to Quinn’s jawline.

He chuckles, “Of course I was going to support my girl as she showed everyone how amazing of a dancer she is.”

A giggle escapes your lips as you try to snuggle further into Quinn. At this point, if you got any closer, you’d be one person. For the first time in two months, you think you could finally fully relax without anything but Quinn on your mind. Quinn’s hand massaging your sore muscles felt like heaven. It was also making you sleepy.

“Just go to sleep baby girl,” He mumbled, pressing multiple kisses to your face.

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akanemnon · 9 months

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hello!!! -you probably don’t remember- but i’m the same anon who said they started deltarune because of your art and i’ve finished it today!!! IT WAS AMAZING. and once again thank you for inspiring me to finally play the game 🫡 glad i can finally understand the characters/jokes better lol

Ayyyy, glad you enjoyed it anon! 👌

#ask #deltarune

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thewizardlywyrm · 4 months

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Ayyyy I finally finished it! Kind of! This is a super rough cut just due to lack of time and spoons at the moment, but here it is!

I will be adding captions for those who need those, just only had enough time to upload real quick today before heading off for errands!

Full info in the video description but, uhh. A silly song with sillier visuals!

O.G.R.E. really doesn't get much love, so here I am, making goofy content for 'em!

I want to get better at things like this and make other projects, maybe a less chaotic year will find me soon.

#Drak Pack #The Drak Pack #Dr. Dred #Hans Conried #Hanna-Barbera #Hanna Barbera #O.G.R.E.#OGRE #Drak Pack Ogre #Drak Pack Dr. Dred #Dr Dred

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cicadaknight · 5 months

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ayyyy i finally got my shit together and finished my design portfolio

#procrastinated on uploading work from the last 2 years and transferring my domain #but it’s 98% done and good enough to use #only took me 6 months from being laid off to finish #not gonna post any of it here cuz i don’t wanna doxx myself lol #h

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bisexual-horror-fan · 2 years

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Bex, my beloved! First and foremost, congratulations on finally hitting 2k— if anyone deserves it, it’s you! Always working your ass off to put that beautiful, beautiful smut out into the world & doing it so artfully! ✨

So here’s what my little brain is thinking for the raffle: human!Freddy, coming home after a rough day at work, and the reader knowing this from their call earlier in the day and plans, so discovers cooking dinner for him wearing only an apron. They tease him, the both of them can’t keep their mouths and hands off each other, things get very nasty & very sexy- absolutely ends in him taking the day out on their body and just railing them stupid there in the kitchen. I could drabble on more, but I’m trying to keep it short & sweet, so you get the idea! ❤️

Ayyyy Ezzy darling! Thank you so much! I love this prompt! Human! Fred alwayssss needs more love! ALWAYS! I know this took a minute but I hope it was worth the wait and that it is filthy enough for you! Lets fucking gooooo-

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Rating. Explicit. Length. 1.5K. Human! Fred Krueger X AFAB! Reader. No Pronouns Specified. Warnings: Teasing. Taunting. Dirty Talk. Knife Play. Blood Play. Cunnilingus. Vaginal Fingering. Vaginal Sex. Spanking. Thigh Riding. Pet Names. Degredation. Praise.

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What Are You Wearing?

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He sat in his car in the driveway for a moment, he turned it off and sat back in the seat, sinking into it as much as he physically could. His eyes closed and he inhaled deeply before deciding he needed a cigarette before venturing inside. He fished the packet out of his jacket, he pulled out one of them, the end between his lips and out comes his lighter, he lights up and inhales deeply and a modicum of relief sweeps through him. His hand hands over the edge of the car as he relaxes as much as he can. He takes his time before sliding out of the car and starting towards the door, at the threshold he finishes it before dropping the butt and stomping it out, his hand closes on the doorknob and he makes his way inside.

You hear him come in and call out, “Hey hon!” as the door closed.

He had to admit, hearing your voice soothed a little something inside him, almost smoothed out some of the rougher edges of what he was feeling from his shit day. Judging from where your voice came from he knew you were in the kitchen and he came towards the back of the house to seek you out. He came into the room and as soon as his eyes fell on you he leaned against the door frame, a small smile spreading on his face. “Hey yourself, doll.”

“How are you doing?” You asked, chipper as ever, the smile on your face mirroring his but steadily widening. You pick up the main dish and turn, bending over to slide it into the pre-heated oven. He watched your every move, eyes locked onto your frame as he said, “Hell of a lot better seeing you like this.”

You can hear him coming towards you, closing the distance between you as you close the oven door and stand back up right. You hum, “Is that so?”

“It is.” His tone sounded all too amused, you feel his hands on your hips, rough fingertips touched lightly before you feel his palms smooth over you, coming around the front of you as he asked, “You wear this just for me?”

You smiled coyly, you looked over your shoulder with a scoff, it was light hearted, joking as you teased him, “No way, you feel the temperature out there? It’s just really hot today.”

“Yeah, just really hot. No other reason?” He was pulling you closer, your back to his chest, you felt his warm breath on your neck, his lips ghosting along the side of your throat and you were already melting. You couldn’t help it, he affected you so thoroughly.

You were weak against him.

You somehow manage to get out a soft confirmation, parroting what he said because it was easier than coming up with new words yourself in your current state, starting to become excited, feeling him touching you, “No other reason.”

He huffed out a laugh, teeth grazed sensitive skin, “You seem distracted sweetheart.”

“Me? No wayyyy-” You ended up drawing it out with a moan because his hand finally slipped under the apron you were wearing. That apron was the only thing you were wearing, not a stitch of clothing besides that and his hand cupped your cunt that was already slicking up.

"Such a bad liar. If this is just about comfort-" Two of his fingers slipped inside of you, breathing right into your ear, "-why are you so wet?”

Your head tips back with a moan, resting on his shoulder as he starts to move, rocking his fingers in and out, his other hand is palming one of your tits through the thin material of the apron. He finds one of your nipples easily and pinches it, rolls it between his fingers and it makes your hips jerk forward involuntarily, basically humping his fucking hand, grinding your clit on his palm. Your hands reach back, fingers hook in the belt loops of his pants and you pull him closer, making him press against your bare and exposed ass, he was as hard as you were wet. You moan in a nearly pornographic fashion from the spike of pleasure and the feeling of him and all bets were off.

He pulls his fingers out of you and turns you around roughly, shoving you against the counter, your hands gripping his shirt, pulling him and kissing, filthy and with tongue and it was his turn to melt. He groaned into your mouth as he kissed you back, his hands roaming, groping your body as you did the same. Fingers under the hem of his shirt, feeling him, you got greedy then. It didn’t stay easy, taking handfuls, desperate to feel more of him.

You heard it.

The knife being pulled from the block nearby and then feeling the cold steel hooking in one of the straps of the apron. You gasped into his mouth, pulling back, the look in his eyes was dark, full of heat and a hint of playfulness that was so very him. He didn’t look away, his gaze locked with yours as he moved the knife, he cut the strap easily and nicked your skin in the process. You hissed through your teeth and the stab of pain. “Awe, poor baby.”

He teased you. “Hurts?” He asked as he traced the small cut with the tip of the knife. You nodded and he clicked his tongue once before turning the knife around and digging the handle of the knife into the weeping wound.

More blood welled up around the knife handle and you whimpered from the pain, his thigh slotted between your legs and you ground down on him immediately. “Filthy.”

He chastised before leaning down and licking up the thin line of blood that had dripped down the curve of your chest. You arched up closer, your hand on the back of his head, fingers raking through his hair and the knife was brought up, he cut the other side and another cut happened, larger, deeper.

Tears started to well up and he threw the knife aside on the counter with a clatter, his hands came up and tugged the top of the apron down, fully exposing your top half. He paid ample attention. Licking up the spilled blood between biting and sucking on your nipples as you rode his thigh.

He encouraged you, a twisted grin on his lips as you rocked against him, “Yeah, work it out baby. Hump all you need to, just like the needy fucking bitch in heat I love.”

Instead of embarrassed or ashamed you felt emboldened and ground harder with a loud moan. When he felt you soak through the fabric he was on his knees, head under the apron, tasting you. It was rough, no compassion shown, it was about him, not about you.

The act of eating out is one that could be seen as submissive, especially when the person giving is on their knees but he made it seem like a wholly dominant act that he was doing because he wanted to. And fuck did he want to, the urge and craving to taste you was too much, he loved how wrecked he could make you with a few passes of his tongue and one of your legs over his shoulder.

When you cried out his name when gripping the counter so hard your knuckles ached he got up again, he grabbed you by the torn apron still tied around your waist, pulled you to the table and threw you over it.

You heard his belt and zipper and you begged, “Hurry, please, Fred, fuck-”

In response his hand came down hard on your ass and you yelped. “Patience.”

He admonished and you whined, head tipping forward, your forehead rested on the hardwood and it was like he purposefully made you wait longer just because you begged. Hands on your hips and he filled you quickly. You let out a loud moan at the sudden burn and stretch, you loved how much he could fill you, and how rough he could be initially with it. He let out a long and low groan as he slid inside of you. Blunt nails bit into the skin of your hips as he began to move, the first pull halfway out before slamming back in making a shared sharp intake of air fill the space around you.

He needed this, to take out all the shit he had been through today, your body was the perfect little punching bag for him to relieve all his stress. “God this cunt-”

He groaned and you moaned in kind, “Yeah?”

“S’ perfect, so fucking wet and tight-” He drove the point home with an extra hard thrust that had your hands scrambling on the table top for purchase. “Don’t stop, please!”

He laughed, long and low, leaning down, his hands on your waist and his tongue running up your spine, you shivered as he dragged up. You feel the stubble on his chin, he doesn’t stop until he reaches your neck, more bites including one on your earlobe, you clenched around him and he taunted, “Oh I’m not even close to done with you pumpkin.”

#Human!Freddy Kruger X reader #BHF asks #BHF writing #BHF 2k Follower Raffle #kruegerzkunt #Enjoyyyyy #I want this #I need this #I deserve this #slasher x reader

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dreamcorechild · 10 months

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[Muzan woke up first to start off his morning routine. Being a grumpy gentleman and waking up the others with one loud mega speaker. He had news to tell that could entice those to take part in.. Gyokko didn't get the message. He hid in his vase to block out the noice, only for him to not notice Muzan holding a sledgehammer right next to him. Doma scurried his way to get himself ready with elegant manners, He was in the bathroom for 15 minutes, just to brush his teeth.]

Kokushibo: "Doma, hurry up! We all want to use the bathroom!"

Kaigaku: "Yeah! You've been in there for more than 10 minutes!! IM DYING FOR A PISS!!!"

Akaza: "I got some beef with this guy once he gets his fat ass out..."

Kokushibo: "For once. I'm with you there..."

Doma: "You guys never learn the respect of self esteem! I'm nearly finished yet you all are ranting like karens!"

Akaza: "DO WE LOOK LIKE KARENS TO YOU, YOU OBESE WEIGHT HEADED BLONDE BITCH!?!?!"

Doma: "....Yes."

Kaigaku: "THAT'S IT. IF YOU DONT LET US IN FOR THE NEXT 10 SECONDS.. ILL GET A FUCKING AXE AND ILL CHOP DOWN THIS RIDICULOUS LOOKING DOOR!!"

Doma: "Oh you wouldn't. You know your gonna be the one who's paying for the damages."

Kaigaku: "I GOT ENOUGH CASH CAUSE I ACTUALLY GOT A JOB!!"

Kokushibo: "You do?"

Kaigaku: "Yes... Being your student."

Akaza: "That's not a job though...."

Kaigaku: "...WELL.. ATLEAST I GET PAID FOR SUFFERING WITH YOU FUCKERS!!!"

Muzan: "CAN YOU LOT JUST SHUT UP ALREADY AND GET CHANGE. WERE GONNA BE LEAVING IN A FEW MINUTES AND ALL YOU THREE ARE DOING IS SQUABBLING LIKE DICKHEADS!!!"

Kokushibo: "NOT UNTIL DOMA LET US USE THE BATHROOM! I NEED TO BRUSH MY HAIR!!"

Kaigaku: "I NEED TO TAKE A PISS!!!!"

Akaza: "And I just need to.. Stare at the mirror."

Muzan: ".... Akaza.. There's mirrors everywhere.."

Akaza: "I know. I just like to stare at the bathroom one.."

Muzan: "You have one strange habit..."

Kaigaku: "5 MORE SECONDS DOMA. GET YOUR PLUMPY BOOTY OUT OF THIS BATHROOM, NOW!!!!!"

Doma: "Okay, Okay!! Jeez Christ you guys never let me have my privacy!!!"

Muzan: "Well you always interrupted mine!!"

Kaigaku: "FINALLY I CAN NOW TAKE A FRICKING PI-"

SLAM!!!

Kokushibo: "Sorry Kaigaku! I was the first one in. So you may need to wait for another minute.."

Kaigaku: "......FFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!"

[Daki got change into something that girls wear for summer. Shorts, a cardigan, a large straw made sun hat, and some sunglasses. Gyutaro always questions her fashion. But never seems to have the courage to say it out loud.. All he knows is that not once in his life. Has he ever experience the ocean.]

Gyutaro: "Why do we even need to go to the seaside.. Not like there's gonna be any sands waiting for us or any bars or.. Even the.. Ocean???"

Daki: "You Havnt seen what the ocean is like.. Have you?"

Gyutaro: "How could I not know... I was inside of you when you went solo!!!"

Nakime: "Gyutaro. If your that persistent, then we dont mind you staying here on your own while we all have fun."

Gyutaro: "I WASN'T EVEN GOING TO DECLINE. OF COURSE I WANTED TO GO!!!"

Urogi: "There will be fishes there.. Right?"

Daki: "Precisely, There's always gonna be bigger fishes in the water.. Where else would the fishes be? A exotic restaurant where professional chefs serves many food that us, peasants cant afford."

Zohakuten: "I got the towels and umbrella ready. I am so ready to enjoy the beach! I even got buckets and spade for us to make some sand castles!!"

Urogi: "AYYYY!!! Zo hawk gluten mo hawk! LONG TIME NO SEE-"

WHACK.

SMACK.

PUNCH.

CRACK.

Zohakuten: "THAT'S NOT MY NAME DUMBASS!! AND WHAT DO YOU MEAN LONG TIME NO SEE? WE MET SINCE YESTERDAY.. GET IT RIGHT YOU LOW LIFE BRAIN!!"

Aizetsu: "Do we really need to argue.. On the day when we all get to enjoy the sands and the sea??"

Nakime: "I agree-"

[Oh, it wasn't just them who argues most of the time. The sounds of a blade crashed into the walls and ice melting shivered them with goosebumps. They looked out of the main lobby to see Doma being chased by Kokushibo while he is being chased by Muzan while he is being chased by Kaigaku while he is being chased by Akaza. Their faces tells such disappointment.]

Akaza: "FOR GOD YORRICHI'S SAKE. GIVE IT A BREAK YOU GUYS!!!"

Kaigaku: "ILL FUCKING KILL YOU DOMA!!!!"

Kokushibo: "I SWEAR BY IT, I HERE BY DECLARE WAR ON DOMA."

Doma: "UAHHHH, MUZAN MY LORD AND GOD! SAVE MEEEEEEE!!!!!!"

Muzan: "KOKOPUFFS! ENOUGH IS ENOUGH WITH THIS STUPID WILD GOOSE CHASE! NOW HURRY UP AND HELP ME PACK UP THE BARBEQUE!!!"

Kokushibo: "YOU HAVNT EVEN USE YOUR RUSTY CRUSTY BARBEQUE IN YEARS. IT MAY NOT EVEN WORK ANYMORE!!!!"

[Doma skated through his pathway of ice. He made sure he was far away from the overwhelming orangutans. He didn't even bother to see whats in front of him. It was already to late for him to stop when he bumped into Sonny. He was sent flying towards the many art structures which toppled over like a stack of dominos. Once the dust passes. Sonny was filled with tears.]

Sonny: "Owwie.."

Doma: "O-OH UH. SORRY LITTLE ONE I UHH.."

Karaku: "....."

Doma: "...GETTING AWAY FROM THOSE LUNATICS OVER THERE!!!"

Karaku: "OH?~ Is that so???"

[Doma nodded while fake tears streamed down his eyes. Karaku could only roll his in response.]

Karaku: "Oh stop it with those salty tears. You can always hide in those vases. I'm sure Gyokko wont mind."

Gyokko: "I DIDN'T AGREE TO THAT. HIS FAT HEAD WOULD SMASH IT WITH ONE STARE!!"

Doma: "No I wouldn't..."

[Even with the weight of a human. Doma could slowly make his body slim. Climbing inside the bigger vase to take refugee in. He wanted to know if they had went pass him... No noise was heard for a few minutes.]

Doma: "They didn't see me.. Right?"

Karaku: "Nope. Your all good pal!"

Doma: "GREAT :D!!!!"

[Gyokko on the other hand couldn't wait to get Doma out of his finest artworks.. He had no choice.. He had to slip it out even if the upper moon 2 likes it or not.. Kokushibo was about to turn to another corner before Gyokko rolled his way towards the samurai.]

Gyokko: "KOKUSHIBO!!! HE'S RIGHT THERE!!!! IN MY VASE LIKE A LITTLE BITCH!!!"

Doma: "SHUSH!! YOUR GONNA GIVE ME AWAY!!!!"

Gyokko: "GOOD!!! HE'S BEHIND YOU. BRO. HE'S BEHIND YOU!!!"

Doma: "GYOKKO SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!!"

Gyokko: "KOKO!! HE'S CLIMBING OUT OF MY VASE. YOU BETTER HURRY AND GIVE HIM A WHOOPING!!!"

Karaku: *Laughs heavily*

Doma: "I AM NOT!!! KOKO PLEASE SPARE ME. I'M SORRY FOR USING YOUR HAIR BRUSH AS MY TOOTHBRUSH!!!!"

Kokushibo: "o.o"

Doma: "OH THANKS ALOT GYOKKO. YOU AND YOUR BIG MOUTH!"

Gyokko: "Your welcome Doma, Always happy to help others!!"

Karaku: "God.. I-I can't breathe... Bwahahhaha!!!!!"

Kokushibo: "¬_¬"

Doma: "Kokushibo.. We can talk about this... You dont have to cut off my head... Please!!!"

[Doma crawled towards the corner, Whimpering while Kokushibo unsheathe his sword... Pointing it at the now helpless Cult leader who stutters and cries.]

Kokushibo: "You made a big mistake.. Ungrateful bastard.."

Doma: *Gulps* "KOKUSHIBO PLEASE IM SORRY-!!"

[A hand managed to stop the sword from landing a full blow. Kokushibo looked behind with his sharp glare, Muzan clench the Nichirin blade tightly. Blood soaking down his hand.]

Muzan: "I know how much you hate him Koko. So do I. But I am not allowing any violence to ruin our trip to the seaside. NOW DO ME A FAVOR AND PUT YOUR FUCKING BLADE AWAY YOU 6 EYE FREAK!!!"

Kokushibo: "....Very well.. You're lucky.. Doma.."

Doma: "OH MY GOD.. OH MY GOD. THANK YOU MUZAN. MY SENPAI. MY LORD AND SAVIOR-"

Muzan: "Doma, shut up."

#demon slayer #aizetsu #karaku #urogi #kokushibo #akaza #douma #muzan kibutsuji #gyokko #gyutaro and daki #daki #gyutaro #kimestu no yaiba #upper moons #nakime #zohakuten #kny akaza

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ember-amber · 3 months

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Ayyyy, finished another savefile. Lord knows I'm rusty as all hell, completely forgot how to fight the ng++ final boss, even with my favourite build.

Now I guess I'll just go back to silent line, see what bullshit the evil ai there is up to.

#armored core 6 #armored core

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peachysodafizz · 11 months

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AYYYY I FINALLY FINISHED MY RAIN WORLD OC THAT WAS IN THE WORKS BABYYYYY

And also, bonus doodles of the laddie!!

#rain world #rain world oc #astrologist #my apple pencil was being a bitch when I was working on this baby

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squarebracket-trickster · 10 months

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yup. I am up too late again. 'tis 3:30am. oops.

In my defense it was Canada day and my friend and I went to see the fireworks and drive around blasting Guns N' Roses so I did not get home until 11:30. I can make an exception for Canada day (I don't really celebrate, I just like fireworks).

updates:

Word count: 72 692. Page count: 128. Percent: 90.9%. Words since yesterday: 2625 (sort of. I rewrote the bandit king scene I finished yesterday for the fifth time because it felt flat and I hated it. I like it much better now but it holds the record so far more most rewrote scene).

First draft total word count for the equivalent section: 3404 (sort of. not including the rewrite). Number of words cut this session: 779. First draft total word count at the equivalent place: 107 852. First draft total page count at the equivalent place: 156. (Net) number of total words cut from the WIP: 35 160 (oh yeah!).

milestones: 90% AYYYY!! SO CLOSE. Also less than 5000 words to the end of the first draft

(though I did not write a few of the ending scenes so I will probably--finally--add some words rather than cut for the second draft.

how'd it go? well, I rewrote one of the scenes (the bandit king scene) I also rewrote yesterday so it was a two steps forward, one step back kind of day. I also combined it with the dismemberment scene which helped the pacing a lot. After trying the scene with a different setting and realizing it still did not work I realized the biggest problem was Adris was boring in what is supposed to be one of most climactic scenes of the story. I had to give her more agency. The other scenes went pretty smoothly though.

where am I? Whelp, Firnen and Isadred meet in the next scene *wink*

tomorrow, as a treat, I think I shall actually do those tag games I have been putting off. I am over the scary hump now and back into the fluff and comedy. I can see the light at the end!!!

#wipvii

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flwoie · 11 months

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HOW TF DID YOU KNOW 😭 it was the follow, wasn’t it?? well it doesn’t matter lmaooo I’m glad you like my style 🥰 and ayyyy i’m glad i gave u what u were looking for 💗

and yes,, i’m not a fan of the ending either 😌 i wanted to get your opinion lol 😉 would u mind if i did a part two? this is ur fic so u get to decide lol (i actually wrote out an ending but then u said u liked unhappy ones so I cut it off right at the climax LMAO)

i had so much fun writing this, sorry it’s so late 🥺 i literally cannot believe how well it turned out— i literally became a freaking engene (and have spent actually money on enhypen) over the course of the last month and a half 😂😭 Jung WON in this regard ig 😒

i adore u~! hopefully we can still keep chatting over discord or sumn cuz i rlly enjoyed chatting w u 🥺💗

-honour, formerly known as ur beloved 3 anon

HELLOOO HONOUR ITS SO NICE TO FINALLY SEE U WITHOUT ANON !!! (sorry for answering late 💔💔)

ANYWAYS TO ANSWER UR QUESTION - when u first told me u write for atz, i quickly went to the list of members in the net who write for the grp. then when the admins tagged the writers that were participating in the event, i crossed out the ones that were not participating. after that i went to every single blog remaining and analyzed their texting style when they would interact with anons, moots or any other people. eventually when ppl started to post their fics for the event, i figured that u couldve been the one writing for me (AND I WAS RIGHT 🔥🔥🔥)

i’d love a part 2 (no pressure tho <3) I BAWLED MY EYES OUT WHEN I READ IT i swear it was everything i was looking for in a fic ❤️❤️

ITS OKAY IF U WERE LATE (cause if that were me, i wouldve taken at least two months to finish it 😭😭) BUT SJSHSHSKSKSJSHJSSJJ i love how u became an engene throughout this event (how’s ur wallet btw 🥲 being an engene is expensive LMAOOO)

ilysmmm!!! feel free to dm me whenever u want :) i’m up for talking (if my social battery isn’t dead 😕) ur very fun to talk to so i’ll def have a lot of energy to converse with u <33

#sonatas moots <3 #honour !

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ghost-town-story · 1 year

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FebruarOC Day 28: Pop Goes Punk

(And by popular poll demand, finishing off with Pop Goes Punk! Also this happens to be the 2,000 post on this blog so ayyyy)

Aiden spotted Theo first. The guitarist was sitting on the retaining wall that lined the path, looking out over the park as he nursed a cup of ice cream.

“Theo!” Aiden called once he was in earshot.

Theo’s gaze snapped to Aiden, and he raised a hand. “Hey. Run into any trouble on your way?”

“Nah.” Aiden got a running start to hop up next to Theo. “Nothing other than traffic, at least.” Even now, it was surprising how much of a difference a simple change of clothes made. Nobody looked at him and assumed the kid in ripped up jeans and oversized t-shirts was actually a rainbows-and-glitter pop star.

“I hope you’re planning on sharing,” he added, giving Theo his best puppy eyes as he glanced at Theo’s ice cream.

Theo grabbed another cup from his other side and handed it over to Aiden.

“You’re the best!” Aiden made quick work of the dripping rivulets of sherbet before addressing the burning question he’d had since Theo had texted him. “So, why’d you wanna meet up? And with bribery no less?”

“It’s not bribery, I just wanted ice cream and knew you’d be sad if you didn’t get any,” Theo said, ruffling Aiden’s hair. He checked his phone before continuing. “As for why I asked you to meet me, it’s because as of about twenty minutes ago, Spencer has officially parted ways with Siren’s Call.”

Aiden couldn’t help a snort of laughter. “Oh, spare me the PR bullshit,” he said. “So you guys finally kicked him out, huh?”

“No comment.” But Theo’s grin was enough of an answer for Aiden.

“Well, good riddance,” he said. “As much as it sucks to be down a vocalist, it was about damn time.”

“You? Not a fan of Spencer? I couldn’t tell.”

Aiden stuck his tongue out at Theo’s sass. “So, you got a replacement lined up yet? Or are you guys thinking of taking a break?”

“We already have somebody in mind,” Theo answered.

Aiden wished he didn’t feel his heart sink at the statement. “Oh?”

Theo apparently caught on to his apprehension, because he quickly said, “Look, Aiden—”

“I can’t.” The words hurt to say. “Even if I left right now, it’s still—”

“Ten years, I know,” Theo finished. “Just—will you hear me out?”

Aiden knew he should argue, shouldn’t get Theo’s hopes up, but he’d always been soft for Theo and Siren’s Call. “Fine,” he muttered, taking another bite of his sherbet to keep his hands busy.

“So, we’ve been talking about this for a long time,” Theo said. “Me and Ness and Sam and Jack. Siren’s Call has always been a better band with you as our vocalist, no matter how unofficial it’s been. Even the fans think so.”

Aiden felt himself choke up at the compliment.

“And I know your current contract is shit,” Theo continued, his voice softening. “But I think we can use the loophole of a mask and a stage name to get around it, like we’ve been doing so far. Of course, we’d wanna talk to a lawyer before making anything official, just to make absolutely sure we’re legally in the clear, but…” He shrugged. “I don’t see why it shouldn’t keep working.”

“But what if it doesn’t?” Aiden asked, his voice rough. “I can’t ask you to wait ten years for me.”

“Like I said, we’ve talked about it a bunch,” Theo said. “And we all agree that we’d rather go on hiatus for ten years than deal with another vocalist like Spencer who just doesn’t vibe with us. You’re not making us do anything.”

Aiden let out a long breath, willing himself not to cry. Deep down, the decision came as no surprise. It had been a long-unspoken truth that the band preferred Aiden over Spencer, for about as long as Aiden had been walking the fine line of legal loopholes to play around with Siren’s Call. The choice should have been easy. But still Aiden balked at the idea of losing ten years of his career, of forcing his friends to lose ten years of theirs while he waited for his contract to run out.

“Aid.” Theo’s voice had gone even softer. “You’re not happy as things are. You know it, I know it, hell, even Jaybird knows it. We’ll do everything we can to find a loophole around that ten-year clause, but it’s not the end of the world if we don’t. We wouldn’t be the first band to take a long hiatus like that. Please don’t sunk-cost-fallacy yourself into staying.”

Aiden stared down at his sherbet, watching the bright colors as they melted and swirled together. “I… I need time to think about it.”

Theo sighed. “Okay. You know where to find us when you’ve decided.”

Aiden nodded and pressed his head to Theo’s shoulder briefly, unable to put into words just how grateful he was for Theo’s patience with him.

#writing #in which i write #snippets #Band AU #band au: pop goes punk #februaroc #februaroc 2023

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