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fyrecatpickles · 1 year
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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: One Piece (Anime & Manga) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Aka Ashi no Zeff | Red-Leg Zeff/Vinsmoke Sora Characters: Vinsmoke Reiju, Vinsmoke Ichiji, Vinsmoke Niji, Vinsmoke Sanji, Vinsmoke Yonji, Vinsmoke Sora, Aka Ashi no Zeff | Red-Leg Zeff Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, The Vinsmokes are a good family, Silly, Slice of Life, Zeff wasn't prepared for fatherhood but here he is Summary:
"Moom? Daaad?"
And from Reiju's tone, Zeff was already letting out a sigh that could only convey how he was not prepared for whatever was about to be unveiled. The man was folding his newspaper ready to get up to deal with whatever disaster that had befallen their home this time before Reiju even said anything else.
"Yes, sweetie?" Sora asked already trying to be hopeful. She looked determined to not jump to conclusions like her husband even as Reiju looked at them unimpressed.
"Yonji's stuck in one of the bushes-"
"Oh, that's not too bad-"
"-and there's a catapult in the backyard."
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fiendishfyre · 5 days
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Prongsfoot Microfic: February - Frogs
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Sirius laughed as he and James ran around the Black lake, trying to catch some frogs. They had challenged themselves to do it without magic. If there was one thing Sirius learned fast about his new friend, it was that James loved challenges. It paired well with Sirius who often enjoyed them as well. Often bored by mundanity. It was why his previous tutors knew to level up the lessons they gave him before he would just run off. This was…pointless, they threw the frogs in these buckets but they’d just hop back out. But James was having a thrill and in turn, it made Sirius excited to catch the slippery creatures. “Oh, Sirius lo-no!” James said, tripping over a rock and stumbling into the lake. It was shallow so there was no cause for concern about James drawing but when he stood up, he was soaked and muddy. And his glasses were missing from his face. “Oh, Merlin, I lost all my frogs.” “You lost your glasses,” Sirius said, walking over. He took out his wand and used an accio to retrieve the glasses. James thanked him once he had them back on. “I lost…Unfair, but I accept this loss with grace and dignity. And as a man of my word, I will let you decide what we’ll do next this fine Saturday afternoon,” James said, dramatically. It made Sirius chuckle and James broke out into a grin. Another thing he had learned was that James could make him laugh with relative ease. Sirius could have his typical, bored, distant expression, when James would crack a joke or pull some magical stunt that had Sirius breaking into a fit of laughter. “How about we just fly around on our brooms, no chasing or anything,” Sirius said, getting a puzzled expression from James but the 11 year old didn’t argue. They dried James off, leaving behind the frogs as they got their brooms. They flew around the towers, around the Quidditch field, and back over the lake. “I could get used to this,” James said, breaking the momentary silence they had. “Flying? Weren’t you born with a broomstick in your hand? How much more used to flying could you get?” Sirius said with an eye roll. He earned himself raspberry, feeling some of James’ saliva land on his arm. Gross.“No, I mean hanging out with my best friend. I never had one, I like it.” The way James had said that, with a smile on his bright face, no ounce of hesitation or bashfulness. Sirius didn’t know about best friends, he’d never had one. Closest was his brother, Regulus but siblings didn’t count. And they certainly didn’t click the way he had compared to James. He looked down at his hands, clutched around the broomstick handle. “You’re my best friend too,” he eventually replied.
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jamesunderwater · 3 months
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I need advice on how to not compare what I create to others. 🥺🤡 Help.
That or you have to pick between two characters you absolutely hate and that one will be your roommate. Hahahaha. XD
Hey Fyre!! 🌟 Ugh that's so tough! I can't speak to creative endeavors that are on the art side of things, but when it comes to writing it's also kind of a double edged sword. Because it actually is useful to analyze others' writing so you can learn from them and use it to better your own writing. Or even just learning to be more critical of written material in general, so you can better critique your own, is a useful thing to do. But getting in the cycle of comparison with no constructive results coming from it is the death of creativity, as they say (i think there's a quote like that, anyway).
I think for me it's been about getting to a place where I can accept and know that it's okay for me to not have perfected my writing -- that I never will, there's no such thing, and I'm doing this because I love it, not to be the best or perfect at it. And similarly, to accept that it's okay for others to be better than me, in general, but especially at certain aspects or styles of writing. This has helped me appreciate others' writing without getting caught up in how it compares to mine, which has also helped make room for me to read my own writing and see what I like and what I want to work on, without it being from a place of comparison. Just in general, finding the things I really love about my writing, and letting myself really enjoy those and be proud of myself for them, has been a big help too.
that was a lot of rambling, none of which may have been helpful. I'd love to hear what advice some of my other writer friends would give, if anyone reads this and wants to reblog with your own thoughts!
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smartycvnt · 9 months
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Starry-Eyed Whore
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Title: Starry-Eyed Whore Pairing: Isla Dawn x Alba Fyre x Reader Prompt: 55. "Well, since you want to cum so badly, why don't we see how many times we can make you cum right now." Minors DNI, 18+ Warnings: smut, top Isla, top Alba, bottom reader, vaginal fingering, use of toys, strap-on, overstimulation, squirting, bondage NR WC: 821
Isla frowned as she watched Y/n grind herself against Alba's thigh. She had known that Alba wouldn't stick to the plan, but she hadn't expected for Y/n to go along with Alba's changes so willingly. Isla had been the one who had brought Y/n into their fold, not Alba. Isla had been the one who had taken care of Y/n after their many trysts together whenever Alba had gone off on her own afterwards. The insubordination from Y/n made Isla's blood boil just as much as the sight of Y/n grinding away against Alba's thigh turned her on. The gears had begun to turn in Isla's head, and she came to the conclusion that Y/n would get exactly what she wanted, but it'd be on Isla's terms instead.
"Get back, go get the strap!" Isla shouted as she swatted at Alba's shoulder. Alba rushed off to get the strap-on, which had become her favorite of Isla's toys. Y/n's throat bobbed with a bit of fear as she looked Isla. The redhead looked like a statue of a vengeful goddess, out to smite those who had strayed from her word. "What's wrong lovely, didn't get to cum?"
"I was so close," Y/n whined. Isla hated the whining, but it always worked with Alba. Despite how things tended to seem from the outside, Isla was the harder one. Y/n liked the feeling of Isla's hands on her waist as they fucked or the occasional sting of a slap on the cheek or thigh. All of it added to the pleasure that Y/n received, even if it had taken her a little bit of time to figure that out.
"Well, since you want to cum so badly, why don't we see how many times we can make you cum right now," Isla said. Alba walked into the room just in time to hear what Isla said. Alba glanced between the two of them for a moment before stepping behind Isla. Y/n could see then and there that she'd be at Isla's mercy for the night, and whether or not that was a bad thing had yet to be determined. "We can start off with a little foreplay. You seemed to be pretty content grinding on Alba's thigh earlier, why don't you try her fingers now."
Alba stepped in front of where Y/n was tied up on the bed and scooted into the space between her legs. It took a lot for Alba to not forgo using her fingers and getting straight to her cock, but Isla obviously was wanting some type of show. Alba pushed two of her fingers into Y/n slowly and let Y/n buck her hips against Alba's fingers. The closeness that Y/n had been at before had been easily reached, and Alba curled her fingers at just the right spots to make sure that Y/n went smoothly into her orgasm.
"That's good, now I want you to really fuck her," Isla said. Alba was quick to remove her fingers and push the tip of her cock into Y/n's cunt. Y/n didn't have the chance to move much with the way that Alba was fucking her at Isla's direction. The second orgasm came quickly after the first, but Alba didn't stop there. It wouldn't have mattered if Isla was screaming at her to do something else, Alba was too involved in the moment fo notice anything else.
"Please," Y/n whined as she tried to fight off her third orgasm. She could tell that there was more coming, and she wanted her body to still feel fresh when it came at her. Alba tried to slow down her thrusts, but the slow drag of the dildo in and out of her was enough to make Y/n cum for the third time. After that, Alba did pull out of Y/n, but not before Isla replaced the dildo with a vibrating toy. Y/n's body squirmed as the vibrations rocked her to her core. Everything felt like it was making her cum, but at the same time, Y/n could barely feel anything. She thought she had been broken as her body went numb, but a gush of wetness from between her legs seemed to correct her struggling nerve endings.
"I think that's enough, look at her," Alba said as she reached to take the remote away from Isla. Isla placed it into Alba's hand to let Alba turn it off while she freed Y/n from the bindings. Both women rushed to Y/n's side to comfort both her body and mind after the intense moment the three of them had shared. "Take a moment to breathe, it's okay. We're here, we've got you."
"You did great, take a rest," Isla whispered as she gently scratched her nails against Y/n's scalp.
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gunthermunch · 2 years
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untilyouremember · 2 months
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My Love Story with Yamada-kun at lv999
Available digitally (exclusively through mangamo)
Available for pre-order (print and digital) to release April 2nd!
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em-writes-stuff · 5 months
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flufftober + whumptober day 11
prompts: sweet tooth + "no one will find you"
1257 words
warnings: character death
characters: echo song, emberly drewitt, nyks fyre
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Emberly holds Echo’s hand, pressing her forehead against it. She sniffles and sighs, “You’re sure you’re alright with me leaving?” 
He nods and, grunting with effort, sits up. “You have to do what you want to. You’ve spent too much of your life staying behind for others. I don’t want to be one. Although…” it says, squeezing her hand. “If you wanted to stay one more day and get some fried dough with me in the morning, I wouldn’t mind.” 
She laughs and shakes her head, “I don’t know, I’ve got a pretty tight schedule. Might not be able to wait that long.” 
“Aw, man.” Echo says, pulling his hand from her playfully. “Guess I’ll have to crawl the whole way there myself. All alone.” he takes a deep breath and looks away from her. “With my weak, failing body.” 
“Oh, hush.” She says. She takes its hand in hers again and rests her head on the mattress. “You’ll outlive us all.” 
It sniffles and smiles sadly and slides back onto its back. “I’ll see you in the morning, yeah?” 
She takes the queue and stands up, “You better.” 
His features change into something showing mock determination and he nods. She closes the door and walks down the hallway to Nyks’ room. She knocks and pushes the door open. 
Nyks glares at her, “You’re really leaving tonight?” 
“No,” she says, shaking her head. She sits on the end of Nyks’ bed and takes a deep breath. “I’m getting fried dough with him in the morning and leaving after that.” 
Nyks rolls her eyes and pulls a blanket up to her chin. “You won’t even wait another month? That’s probably all it has left.” 
“I can’t.” she shakes her head. “He made me promise. I have to go to the ocean and watch the whale come up for air. It’s not happening for another five years. And he knows that.” 
Nyks rolls her eyes again and nudges Emberly off the bed. “Go and get it tonight. Harbly’ll fry some up if he knows it’s for Echo. It won’t be able to make the walk in the morning.” 
She nods and walks to the doorframe. “I wish I could stay, but he’d never forgive himself if I did.” 
Nyks sighs and nods, she inhales deeply and purses her lips, “I know. I just…have to be mad at someone and it’s not going to be him.” 
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Emberly knocks on Echo’s door and pushes inside. She sets a plate on his bedside table and opens his curtains to let in the sunrise. “I woke up early, so I went on a walk into town. Harbly was already up and cooking. You know how he gets.” 
Echo eyes the plate and Emberly’s lack of eye bags. He forces a smile and pushes up against the headboard. “Thanks. How is Harbly? I haven’t seen him in a while.” 
“Oh,” Emberly says, handing Echo a ball of golden-brown fried dough. “He’s fine. Keeping plenty busy as usual. He’s actually got a new building up behind his house. Told me it was for chickens.” 
Echo chuckles, “Soon he won’t need anything from anyone. Might even have to start pricing stuff instead of trading for it.” 
“Oh, I doubt it.” Emberly laughs. She bites into her fried dough and exhales happily. “He’ll always find something to ask for.”
They sit together, chatting about whatever comes to mind, slowly making their way to the bottom of the dough pile. Sugar falls off the balls and onto the blanket, making it look like it had snowed in the room. 
Emberly splits the last fried dough ball in half and hands Echo the bigger one, “I have to get heading out before it gets too hot.” 
It nods and sets the sweet onto his blanket. “I know. Thank you for getting these. I know it’s a difficult walk to make in the middle of the night.” 
The breath gets caught in her throat and she shakes her head, “I told you I went over this morning.” 
“I know.” He smiles softly and nods, “I’m dying, not an idiot.” 
She forces a smile and leaves his room, saying a quick goodbye to Nyks before getting Atlas from the stable and heading to the ocean. 
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It’s another two weeks before she gets back. Atlas lumbers into his stable and flops down on the blanket in the corner. Emberly rolls in a wheelbarrow of food for him and latches the gate closed. She walks into the house with a smile on her face and a bag of sweet smelling goods in her hand. 
She knocks on Echo’s door and pushes it open, stopping with it half closed. The curtains are drawn and dust floats in the air. 
Nyks sits on its bed. They look up at Emberly and bite her cheek. “You’re too late.” 
“No,” Emberly cries. She falls to her knees and holds her head in her hands. “When?” 
“Three days.” 
“That’s it?” Emberly breathes. “Three days?” 
Nyks pushes off the bed and walks over to her, hand held out with a note. “As far as we know.” 
Nyks walks out of the room and leaves Emberly to read the note. 
  “Whoever’s reading this, I’m sorry to make you the bearer of bad news.” She laughs weakly and walks over to the window to draw the curtains open enough to let in some light. “One thing my grandma told me when I was growing up was that you never wanted to be around an instinctive when they’re dying, so I hope you understand that I’m not letting you see me die. I might just take you with me. Anyway, I’ve sent letters to everyone who I could think of, and really hope the messenger I picked can do their damn job.” she laughs again and fips the paper over. “Once word gets around, there will probably be a few deliveries coming, it’s the best I could do with what I had. I really loved spending time with everyone and hope you can forgive me for not saying proper goodbyes.
    “All my love, Echo.” 
Emberly sobs and clutches the note to her chest. She leans forward and exhales shakily. Nyks walks back into the room and holds their hand out to her. “We’re gonna be alright. But you’re not leaving until I say so.” 
She laughs and wraps her arms around them, “I wouldn’t dream of it.” 
They walk into the living room and sit down on the couch with one of the blankets Echo had made across their laps. 
~ (alternate ending)
Echo falls to the ground in pain. He yelps, startling all the wildlife around it. He breathes deeply and shakes his head. It has to keep going. Slowly, it makes his way through the thick woods and finds a gently flowing stream. 
“This is good,” he says to himself. “Noone will find you here.” 
It lays down on the clovered ground and looks through the webbed branches. 
The light barely shines through, penetrating the blanket of leaves just enough to warm the skin on its face. He smiles, finally content, and closes his eyes. 
Energy ripples out from it with every weak breath, warping the light and making waves in the water. Leaves shake and birds twitter anxiously. The ground shakes and branches wobble under the stress from the sudden change in everything. 
Then, as if by magic, everything stops. Echo’s chest no longer rises and falls, his eyes don’t flick back and forth under its eyelids and nothing moves.
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phantom-fyre · 1 year
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magicinavalon · 1 year
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hi, mia!
ik we haven't talked before, but i saw you reblogged the siken ask game! 🙈🙈🙈
if you're up for it, prompt 5? monsters are always hungry, darling.
hi fyre!! its nice to meet you. thank you for the ask this was so much fun to write! <3
Merlin can’t recall when it started; this deep, aching pull in his gut. Perhaps, it has always been there. In lingering touches of calloused fingers and quickly stolen glances. In the space between the door and Arthur’s bed at night, just after the last candle is dampened. 
Merlin knows what it’s like to starve, has survived starvation himself in the ruthless country winters of Ealdor. But Arthur steps into the room, keen eyes always searching for Merlin’s own and Merlin is right back in his flour sack bed, a knot so tight in his gut that it threatens to swallow him whole and devour the entire world with it.
How long can someone starve before they lose themselves to it? Farmer Klint had been a perfectly reasonable man, always kind and considerate, but his crop had burned one summer and the winter turned him into someone else. He’d nearly killed a man for a chunk of bread.
If Klint was a monster then, Merlin hates to think what he is now, standing in the graveyard of his loved ones that Camelot has become; all the more desperate to see this through.
Klint died that winter.
Merlin is sure he won’t survive Arthur Pendragon either.
He’s learned these past few years of the many ways a person can die while their heart still beats.
It starts with an impossible choice. The kind that has no happy resolution regardless of the option chosen. It starts with the sacrifice of a friend.
First one, then another. And another.
The innocence Merlin once held has been weathered away over the years, until only the barest of his bones remain, poking out fluorescent white through the emaciated skin of his soul.
Every day, his eyes get closer to bearing the same desperate edge as Klint’s did. As a monster with nothing to lose.
He understands now that monsters don’t exist, they are made; and they are always hungry.
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agena87 · 10 months
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Morgan: So that's where you were hiding. Everyone is looking for you. Wolfgang: Yeah. Sure. Everyone. And I'm not hiding. M: Really? Could have fooled me. W: How did you find me? M: Lucas and Max saw you. W: Little shits. Couldn't keep their mouth shut. M: I paid 'em with sweets. And you say you're not hiding. W: I'm not. I just need space. And silence. M: Tough! Did something happen? Kiyoshi was looking for you, by the way, which: weird. W: Shit. He's gonna kill me. M: He actually seemed calm, for once. Wait, kill you? What the fuck happened?! W: Nothing. M: Wolf, we've known each other since we were three, you know you can tell me anything. W: *sighs* I may have made a huge mistake. M: What did you do? W: Nothing! Not at first... Al... Al kissed me! M: OK, it's not so bad. But yeah, Kiyoshi will kill you. W: I know. And... yes, it's bad. We... We fucked. M: Wolf! Then why are you sad? That's what you've wanted for God knows how long! And good for Alfie to finally seeing that there are better romantic options out there than Kiyoshi. I mean, he's my friend, but he's a total asshole when it comes to Alfie. W: He doesn't want to see me again. Al, I mean. He sent me a text, telling me we should stop being friends. M: What? Are you OK? Forget it, of course you're not. And what is Alfie thinking? W: He's probably ashamed. I would if I was him. Who would want someone like me? M: Wolf... You're awesome, anyone would be lucky to have you in their life. I know I am. W: ... M: And for the record, I'm pretty sure Alfie has feelings for you. W: And I'm pretty sure you're crazy. Mo... I... I really love him. M: I know. W: What do I do? M: I don't know. But you could start by stopping hiding. Except, maybe from Kiyoshi. You should definitively avoid him 'til the end of times. If he knows what happens, you're dead. And since he was looking for you, I guess he knows. W: Nice having known you, Fyres. M: You too, Munch.
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amuseoffyre · 2 years
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The Fyre writing experience, as demonstrated by Our Flag Means Death episode 4
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fyrecatpickles · 1 year
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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: One Piece Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Dracule Mihawk/Vinsmoke Sora Characters: Dracule Mihawk, Vinsmoke Sora, Vinsmoke Judge Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Ambiguous Relationships, Ambiguous/Open Ending, Queen Sora is afraid of no one, She also has questionable connections Judge is unaware of Summary:
Before the Shichibukai there was a pirate who was feared by his enemies. A killer of Marines and who wielded a fearsome black blade. The towering sword effortlessly brandished under the title of the greatest. A sailor with no crew but his own that found entertainment in fights and wandering the ocean blues. This man let the currents take him along wherever and it just so happened to take him to the sun incarnate. Before the Shichibukai there was a pirate who was feared by his enemies except one.
Before the experiments, there was a woman - a Queen. Dedicated to her people after being forced into an arranged marriage to a reprehensible, disgraced scientist. The title of Queen given to her in a fallen country of war and then given away to a man to lead them to a supposed brighter future. She gave to her people having to let the tides of monarchy and wandering lead her down a laid out path. Before the experimentations, there was a bird in a cage that had long been shut tight.
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fiendishfyre · 23 hours
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Prongsfoot Microfic: February - Vomit
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James vomited as he saw the carcass of the deers, mother and child. Sirius stood behind him, rubbing his back in circular motions. “There, there pro-” “Don’t! Not that name right now,” James said with a shaky voice. Sirius felt his heart twist in dismay. Then, with resolve, he moved away from James and took out his wand. James gave him a confused look, but turned away when Sirius lifted the dead bodies. He made a grave for them. Slowly, James approached and took Sirius’ wand, making swirling motions with it. Up sprung some flowers over the grave. He passed the wand back to Sirius who then put it away. There wasn’t much he could do or offer James. It was life, creatures died, then rotted. But James had grown less comfortable with seeing ‘prey animals’ dead. Ever since he became an animagus. Sirius told himself he’d be there to comfort James at least. 
Also Happy Bday, James. c:
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its-actually-minicika · 11 months
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The stuff that's playing inside my head 24/7
Frații cu mine, băgăm cocaină (Waaa)
4 226 și se termină (Waaa)
Am o pizdă bună și mă alină (Waaa)
Frații turbați cu pete pe retină (Woo)
Fac un teanc să-l sparg, că știi că nu mă duc
la zdup nu fac rău, doar produc
Să-l sparg, că știi că nu mă duc
la zdup nu fac rău, doar produc, ah
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smartycvnt · 10 months
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Feed the Flames
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Title: Feed the Flames Pairing: Alba Fyre x Reader Prompt: 2. "I can't help but get a little angry when I see them look at you like that." NR WC: 1757
The move up onto the main roster should have been the best thing for Alba, but instead it was causing a lot of stress in her relationship. Alba trusted Y/n, but it was the guys at NXT who she didn't trust. Y/n was attractive and just a little too nice for her own good sometimes. Alba had taken it upon herself as Y/n's self-appointed best friend and former indie mentor to steer Y/n clear of any creeps or guys looking to take advantage of her. What she hadn't anticipated was for Y/n to buddy up with Sol Ruca and for the two of them to become best friends. Week in and week out, Alba had to sit in her hotel room and watch as Y/n and Sol tore through the women's division together on their road to Isla and Alba's tag team titles.
Alba wasn't bothered much by the idea of Y/n taking her titles, not when Alba had her sights set on the main roster ones. There were bigger fish to fry than the ones back at NXT. Alba would have been happy to drop her titles to Y/n, but it was the knowledge of how Sol would hold Y/n in celebration that set Alba off. Social media wasn't Alba's thing, Isla essentially had control of all of Alba's stuff most of the time, but Y/n was very active. Most of her posts were videos of Y/n and Sol training together or Y/n hanging out with other NXT superstars. Alba didn't recognize many of the new trainees that Y/n was at the PC helping, but there were some familiar faces that made her blood boil.
"Does it ever scare you how intense she gets?" Sol asked as she watched Alba staring at them. All four women were about to go out for their tag title match, and Alba had been staring holes into the side of Sol's head for the past fifteen minutes. Y/n had been trying to get them away from each other, but now there was no place for anybody to go. "Because it's kind of freaking me out right now."
"She's getting in the mood for a match. Sometimes it's better to stay out of her way when she gets like this," Y/n said as she pulled Sol away from Isla and Alba. Isla wasn't paying attention to her opponents, instead focusing on manipulating as much of Alba's obvious anger as she could. Y/n knew that once the bell rang and Alba got to be in the ring with Sol, there would be nothing stopping Alba from destroying Y/n's tag partner. "When we get out there, I want to be in first."
"Alright, whatever you think will get us the belts," Sol agreed. It wasn't necessarily what Y/n thought would get them the titles, but it would help make the match last longer.
Isla and Alba's music hit first and the two of them went out to the ring. Y/n was nervous about this match, more nervous than she had been about any other before it. Sol had a calming hand on Y/n's back the entire way out to the ring, which did not sit well with Alba at all. Y/n could see her anger building up and up, like she was about to boil over. The ref seemed to sense the tension as well, but there wasn't anything that he could do about it. Y/n stood across the ring from Alba, who was staring right past her at Sol.
"Focus on me. It's just you and me baby," Y/n taunted. The bell rang and Alba tried going past Y/n towards Sol, but Y/n stopped her. She picked Alba up and ran her into the ground with a wrestling takedown. Alba was unfazed by the move, as if she was in some sort of angry trance. Y/n tried her best to keep Alba away from Sol, but they weren't getting anywhere fighting like that. Y/n tagged Sol in after Alba forced her back into her own corner to tag out. Y/n had to stand there and watch as Alba beat down on Sol. In a turn of events that Y/n hadn't anticipated in the slightest, Sol shoved Alba off of her and tossed her out of the ring. Isla hopped off of the apron to guard Alba, and Sol looked at Y/n to signal that it was time for them to start pulling out the big guns.
"Oh my god, it's a High Tide to the outside!" Booker exclaimed excitedly as Y/n climbed onto the top turnbuckle. She helped Sol up there with her and let Sol climb onto her shoulders to jump off of her shoulders. Sol flipped off of Y/n's body before Y/n followed suit, burying Isla and Alba in their bodies. Y/n and Sol were slow to get up, but Isla and Alba were even slower. Sol tagged you in once everybody was inside, just like Isla tagged herself in.
The crowd got quiet as Y/n and Isla stared each other down. They had never been known to be overly close, but it wasn't a secret that Y/n and Alba were together. People had a lot of ideas about Y/n being jealous of Isla, but none of it was true. However, it helped to work the crowd if they believed that angle. Isla turned like she was going to give Alba a kiss, which was when Y/n took the opportunity to grab her and suplex her. Isla landed on her feet and kicked Y/n square in the face, knocking her down onto her knees. Isla grabbed a fistful of Y/n's hair and jerked her head back before leaning down. Isla pressed a kiss to Y/n's cheek that left a lipstick mark there and threw her head back with laughter.
"Maybe you'll be my next plaything," Isla teased. Y/n swept Isla's legs out from under her, causing Isla to land with a heavy thud on her back. Y/n mounted Isla and started to rain down punches until the ref came over to put some distance between the two of them. Alba was just starting to come to as Y/n put Isla into the Gory Special to submit her. Alba started to climb into the ring to stop it, but Sol was over there faster and managed to knock Alba back to keep her out of the ring. The ref turned away from the commotion outside of the ring as Isla tapped out to Y/n's hold. Y/n dropped her unceremoniously onto the ground as the new champions were announced. It should have been a happy moment, but Alba walked away looked more defeated than angry as she watched Sol hugging Y/n tightly.
Y/n was quick to go backstage to try and find Alba, but the woman obviously didn't want to be found. Shawn pulled Y/n and Sol away to take pictures with their new titles. Y/n didn't get another chance to look for Alba until the show was nearly over, and by the time that she did find Isla and Alba, Alba looked like she was on the verge of tears. It should have been a joyous occasion, Alba had been going on and on for months about how much Y/n deserved to have a title around her waist. Y/n was terrified in that moment that Alba didn't mean anything that she had said before. Maybe Y/n did deserve gold, but it shouldn't have come at the cost of Alba's.
"Congratulations Y/n, you're a force to be reckoned with," Isla said as she hugged Y/n tightly. Y/n hugged Isla back as she looked over her shoulder at Alba. "I'll leave you two to talk. Don't let anything ruin tonight, you deserved it."
"Thanks," Y/n muttered. Isla walked off after giving a quick pat to Alba's shoulder, seemingly snapping the woman out of some deep train of thought. "That was a good match, even if you did leave a bruise on my ass that's going to take all month to heal."
"I'll take that bruise over a broken heart," Alba muttered. Y/n kneeled down in front of Alba to force Alba to look at her. Even with nowhere to really go, Alba still tried to turn away and hide herself.
"What's wrong? I thought that you wanted this for me. D-do you regret giving up your titles?" Y/n asked. Alba could hear the fear in her voice with the question. Alba and Isla had the clause in their contracts for a rematch at any point in time, and there was no guarantee that Y/n and Sol would recover as quickly as Alba and Isla.
"No, never. I meant it when I said that I wanted you to have the titles next. You guys are going to be great champions, it's just that I don't like that I can't be here for you anymore. Who's going to look out for you when I'm not around?" Alba asked.
"I can look out for myself, but if it bothers you that much, Sol has my back." Y/n had intended for her words to be reassuring, but they only seemed to light that spark of anger and jealousy in Alba's eyes. "You need to calm down about her. We're just friends, I don't get upset when I see Isla hanging off your side."
"You've always been way more well adjusted than me," Alba joked. Y/n gave her a serious look, on that told Alba that she wasn't going to smooth talk her way out of admitting the problem at hand. "I can't help but get a little angry when I see Sol look at you like that. It only gets worse when you smile at her and do those stupid lifting hugs with each other. How am I supposed to know that she's not touching you in other ways too?"
"You trust me Alba, that's how. Just like I trust you, I hear the groupies are something else when you get to the big leagues," Y/n said. Alba cracked a small smile as she pulled Y/n forward to rest their foreheads together. "Do you trust me?"
"More than anybody else in the world."
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