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ysobelfours · 6 days

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Lando's First Win — LN4

in which your boyfriend won a grand prix for the first time in his career.

lando norris x fem!reader

warnings; 18+ content !! MINORS DNI !! half of the story is SMUT, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), clubbing, drunk lando, praise, hair pulling, oral both receiving, and etc. word count: 3978

note: not proofread, not edited, will maybe; also, this oneshot has no mentions of y/n!

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i was glued to the tv, watching the race like my life depended on it. man, i wish i could've been there in person, but nope, some last-minute work drama had me stuck at home. so there i was, heart pounding like crazy as i saw lando leading the pack, holding onto that sweet p1 spot with just 10 laps to go.

after a nail-biting ten laps, lando clinched his first-ever grand prix win in miami, crossing the checkered flag with style. bursting with excitement, i immediately sent him a message to offer my heartfelt congratulations. and of course, i had to capture the historic moment, snapping a quick pic of his finish on my tv screen and sharing it with the world on my instagram story.

amidst the interviews, podium celebrations, and photo ops with the mclaren team, lando's mind kept drifting back to one thing: my message. he couldn't shake the anticipation of reading my words of support, knowing that even though i couldn't be there in person, i was cheering him on from afar.

finally, as the chaotic whirlwind of post-race activities began to settle, lando seized the opportunity to check his phone. with a quick swipe, he navigated to his messages, looking for my name. his heart skipped a beat when he saw my name.

"hey baby! can't believe it, i did it!" lando greeted me as soon as i picked up his call. i could tell that he was smiling from the tone of his voice.

"oh my gosh, lan, i knew you could do it! you were incredible out there!" i excitedly responded to him.

"thanks, baby! it feels unreal. i'm just so pumped right now!"

"you should be! you deserve to celebrate this big win. any plans?"

lando pauses, thinking "hmm, not really, just thinking of winding down, you know?"

i frowned upon hearing his response, how could he not celebrate his first win properly?!

“absolutely not! you were on fire out there! you know what? you've got to celebrate this win properly." i rolled my eyes as the words came out of my mouth.

lando laughs, "yeah, baby? you think? got any suggestions?" he asks eagerly.

i started to think and an idea popped up in my gorgeous, genius mind! fortunately, i was done with the work assigned to me.

"hmm, how about a little victory party at the club? you deserve to let loose and enjoy the moment, along with the grid, ya know?!" i giggled, hoping that he would agree so i could push through with my plan.

lando considers it, "you might be right, sweetheart. but i'm not sure…" he sounded sarcastic on the other line, probably just to tease me. i sighed and rolled my eyes, again.

"come on, lan! you've worked so hard for this. make some memories! trust me, you won't regret it." i demanded, hoping that he would agree now.

lando was obviously smiling "alright, you've convinced me! let's do it!"

"that's the spirit! now go have some fun, and i'll catch up with you later, lan, okay?":

“sounds like a plan! love you, baby!”

"love you too! enjoy the celebration!"

as lando hangs up, little does he know that i've already booked a two hour long flight to miami along with a suite, determined to surprise him and celebrate his victory in person. with a mischievous grin, i start packing my bags, thrilled at the thought of seeing the look of surprise on his face when i show up unannounced.

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inside club velocity, the atmosphere pulsed with energy as lando, surrounded by his fellow drivers, basked in the euphoria of his first grand prix victory. the music thumped, mingling with the cheers and laughter of the crowd as they toasted to his success.

lando, wearing a grin that could light up the night sky, raised his glass in a toast, his eyes sparkling with joy and gratitude. around him, his friends and teammates clapped him on the back, their voices blending into a chorus of congratulations.

as the night wore on, the celebration only grew more spirited, with lando at the center of it all, soaking in every moment of his well-deserved triumph. little did he know, an even greater surprise awaited him, one that would make this unforgettable night even more memorable.

as soon as i finished getting ready, i messaged carlos to ask him which club they’re at.

me: "hey carlos! hope you guys are having a blast celebrating lando's win! which club are you all at?"

carlos: "hey! yeah, it's wild here! we're at club velocity on south beach. you should come join us!"

me: "awesome, thanks! see you there!" with carlos's reply in hand, i quickly went inside my rented vehicle, my heart pounding with excitement at the thought of surprising lando and joining in the celebration of his first grand prix victory.

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i got to the club as quickly as possible. still making sure that i wore my signature carol h. good girl scent.

as i approached lando, i noticed his glazed eyes scanning the crowd, seemingly lost in a haze of alcohol. but then, something shifted. his brow furrowed in confusion for a moment before his expression softened, and he inhaled deeply, his nostrils flaring slightly.

suddenly, his gaze sharpened, and a spark of recognition ignited in his eyes. "wait… i know that scent," he murmured, his voice barely audible over the music.

a smile spread across my face as i watched him, knowing exactly what he was sensing. then, in an instant, his face lit up with realization, and he turned towards me with newfound clarity.

"it's you, baby! it’s you!" he exclaimed, his voice filled with delight as he lunged forward to envelop me in a warm embrace.

relieved and touched by his recognition, i hugged him back, feeling the tension melt away as he held me close. it was a moment of pure connection amidst the chaos of the club, a reminder of the bond we shared.

as we pulled apart, lando's grin was infectious, his eyes bright with happiness. "i can't believe you're here, baby, you’re really here" he said, his voice filled with genuine surprise and gratitude.

i chuckled, shaking my head fondly. "wouldn't miss celebrating with you, lan. even if you're a little… tipsy."

lando laughed, a sheepish expression crossing his face. "yeah, maybe i went a bit overboard."

"seriously though, you're swaying more than the palm trees outside and your words are starting to sound like a foreign language. i think it's time we got you home, don't you?"

lando slowly nods sheepishly "yeah, you're probably right. i guess i got caught up in the moment." he giggled and pinched my cheek.

“i missed you so much, baby. i love you” he whispered in my ear, lightly biting it. i couldn't help my cheeks from turning hot after what he said.

i struggled to make up my words before i responded, “i missed you too, lan. i love you.” i gave him a peck on the cheek and ruffled his curly hair. he smiled at me, a smile warm enough to melt my heart.

“let’s get you some rest, lan. say goodbye to the grid.” i guided lando to stand up, his hand wrapped around my waist to help him navigate his way through the crowd.

“hey guys, i just wanted to say a huge thank you for being here tonight to celebrate with lando. it means the world to him, and to me."

"of course! lando's victory is something we all wanted to celebrate together!" carlos smiled and gave lando a pat on the back.

"absolutely, it's been an amazing night. but right now, my love needs some rest. take care, everyone!"

as we exchanged farewells and well-wishes, i couldn't help but feel grateful for the support of lando's friends. with smiles and nods all around, lando quickly waved goodbye and thanked his fellow drivers.

as we navigated out the club, lando's whispers filled the air, his words a mixture of adoration and drunken rambling. "you're so beautiful, baby" he murmured, his voice filled with affection. "and i've missed you so much."

i chuckled softly, feeling a wave of warmth wash over me. "i've missed you too, lan. but let's save the sweet talk for when you're a bit more sober, alright?"

lando nodded earnestly, his gaze locking with mine. "yeah, you're right, baby. but seriously, your smell… it's intoxicating. i can't get enough of it."

grinning, i squeezed his hand gently. "thanks, love. i'll take that as a compliment, even if it's coming from a slightly intoxicated mind."

with a sheepish grin, lando leaned in closer, his breath warm against my ear. "i mean it, though, my love. you always smell like home to me."

as i opened the door to the shotgun seat, lando stumbled slightly as he climbed in, his movements slowed by the alcohol. with a patient smile, i guided him into the seat, making sure he was settled before reaching for his seatbelt.

as i leaned over to fasten his seatbelt, lando took advantage of the close proximity and planted a quick, sneaky kiss on my neck. the unexpected gesture sent a tingling sensation through me, but i brushed it off with a playful roll of my eyes.

"behave yourself, lan," i teased, my tone lighthearted as i finished securing his seatbelt.

with a mischievous grin, lando giggled and leaned back in his seat, looking thoroughly pleased with himself. i closed the door with a soft chuckle, taking a moment to compose myself before heading around to the driver's side.

as i settled into the driver's seat and started the engine, i couldn't help but smile at the lingering warmth of lando's kiss against my neck. but with a shake of my head, i focused on the road ahead, determined to get us back to our hotel safely.

as lando drifted off to sleep beside me, his face softened into a peaceful expression. i couldn't help but admire him at that moment. here was a guy who'd poured his heart and soul into his passion, and tonight, it had paid off big time.

i thought back on all the blood, sweat, and tears he'd poured into his career, the late nights at the track, the tough races, and the moments of doubt. but through it all, he'd never given up.

now, as he slept, i saw a sense of calm wash over him, like he'd finally achieved what he'd been working towards all this time. it was a pretty amazing feeling to witness.

at that moment, i realized how lucky i was to share this journey with him. and as i stole glances at him sleeping, i couldn't help but feel a wave of pride for everything he'd accomplished.

as i shook lando awake, his sleepy voice sent a blush creeping up my cheeks. "hey, love. did we make it to the hotel already?"

i managed a smile, trying to hide my embarrassment. "yeah, we're here, sleepyhead," i replied softly, guiding him out of the car.

lando leaned heavily on me, his arm draped over my shoulder. it was a struggle to help him towards the elevator, his weight making each step a challenge.

"you're amazing, baby" lando slurred, his words sincere but slightly garbled.

i chuckled, feeling both amused and touched by his compliment. "just doing my best, lan" i replied modestly, navigating us through the lobby.

lando's closeness sent a flutter through me, his arm around my neck, dangling through my breasts as we walked made me feel the way i felt earlier when he kissed me on the neck.

as we reached the suite, i gently guided lando towards the bed, urging him to lie down and get some rest. but to my surprise, he resisted, his eyes pleading as he reached out to me.

"i don't want to sleep yet, baby" he murmured, his voice laced with a hint of longing. "i've missed you so much."

my heart skipped a beat at his words, a rush of warmth flooding through me. despite his drunken state, there was an intensity in his gaze that left me breathless.

"i've missed you too, lan," i whispered, my voice barely above a hush as i met his gaze.

“c’mere, beautiful” lando patted the space next to him in the bed, asking me to sit down beside him.

there was a charged silence between us, the air thick with unspoken desires and yearning. in that moment, it felt as if time stood still, the world narrowing down to just the two of us in the dimly lit room.

and then, almost as if on instinct, lando's hand reached out to cup my cheek, his touch sending a shiver down my spine. the intensity of his gaze held me captive, drawing me closer until our lips were mere inches apart.

without a word, our lips met in a tender, lingering kiss, a silent expression of all the emotions that had been building between us. it was a kiss filled with longing and desire, a silent promise of what was to come.

"so beautiful, my love," lando mumbled in between our kisses, his voice thick with emotion. "you don't know how long i've waited for this."

his words sent a thrill through me, igniting a fire that had been smoldering between us for far too long. with each touch of his lips against mine, i felt myself melting into him, consumed by the heat of our passion.

our kisses deepened, each one more fervent than the last, as if we were trying to convey all the pent-up longing and desire that had been simmering between us for so long. "tastes like heaven, baby" lando murmured between kisses, his voice husky with desire.

"i've missed this so much, lan" i confessed, my breath hitching as his fingers traced patterns along my skin.

lando paused, his touch gentle yet charged with an electric intensity. "i've missed this just as much, baby," he murmured, his voice filled with emotion. "more than words can say."

his hands roamed over to my wet panties that sent shivers down my spine, igniting a hunger that burned hotter with each passing moment. "you're so beautiful, and wet for me, baby" he whispered, his voice filled with reverence as he started to play with my clit.

i arched into his touch, wordlessly urging him closer, craving the delicious friction of our bodies melding together. "don't stop," i pleaded, my voice barely above a whisper as the sensations threatened to overwhelm me.

two of his fingers slipped inside me, and i found myself clutching his hair. “don’t stop, lan. more, please,” i urged, my voice tinged with urgency and longing. and, as always, he delivered without hesitation.

“so wet for me, and only for me, baby,” he murmured against my skin, his tone raw with desire, igniting a primal spark within me.

lando's eyes darkened with hunger as he drew nearer, his breath a tantalizing caress against my ear. "you're mine," he whispered, possessiveness lacing his words, sparking a thrill of excitement in my chest. "all mine."

a shiver of anticipation ran down my spine at his words, a silent agreement to the intensity of our connection. "yes, lan," i responded softly, the words barely escaping my lips, "only yours."

with a shared understanding, he guided me onto his waiting mouth, each movement charged with unspoken longing.

“want to taste you so bad, baby,” he growled softly, his breath warm against my skin as his tongue danced with mine, exploring every curve and crevice with eager reverence.

“tastes damn good, pretty girl,” he rasped, his voice a husky murmur of appreciation as he savored the intimacy of the moment.

with every lick, i felt myself edging closer to the end, our bodies moving in sync, a symphony of pleasure and desire. he quickened the pace, driving me towards the edge until i was teetering on the brink, my senses ablaze with sensation.

"fuck, lan. i’m so fucking close," i moaned, the words tumbling from my lips in a breathless plea for release.

i hit my breaking point, just lost in the moment, riding that wave of pure pleasure, my voice echoing in the silence of the room.

as i caught my breath, i gazed at lando with a sense of wonder, gratitude swelling in my chest for the connection we shared.

“c’mere, pretty. take my pants off for me, will ya?” he said, his voice tinged with anticipation. and without hesitation, i obliged, eager to reciprocate the pleasure he had just given me.

as i removed his pants, his eyes locked onto me, filled with unmistakable desire. when he pulled out his length from his boxers, i was taken aback; it seemed even bigger than before.

lando noticed my gulp as i stared at him, clearly turned on by my reaction.

without warning, he guided himself into my mouth, gently gathering my hair into a makeshift ponytail as he directed my movements.

"i missed this fucking mouth," lando grunted, his hand instinctively moving my head forward and backward until his length reached my throat.

“ah, fuck, baby, your mouth feels incredible,” he moaned, his eyes closing in pleasure as he savored the sensations. releasing his grip on my head, he allowed me full control.

i licked the tip of his shaft teasingly, before gradually taking him deeper until i reached his base. “you're so fucking beautiful like this, love. such a good girl, taking me fully” he struggled to praise, his words punctuated by moans of pleasure.

each sound he made spurred me on, igniting a deeper desire within me. with passion driving me, i gave him my all, the rhythm of my mouth against his cock filling the room.

“so good with your mouth like this, love. fuck, you’re gorgeous,” he thrust his hips, his movements growing more urgent.

“baby, i’m about to cum,” he warned between moans. i yearned for him to finish so we could move on to the next stage; my anticipation palpable.

“i’m cumming, baby. fuck, i’m cumming. you’re so fucking good at this, my love,” he smiled appreciatively as i swallowed, clearly impressed and aroused by my eagerness.

turning me around, he instructed, “on your knees, my love.”

"lando," i breathed, my voice a mix of warning and longing, almost on the edge of a whine. my legs remained spread as i faced away from him, fighting the urge to squirm, my patience wearing thin.

lando's grin widened, a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes as his hands pushed my legs further apart, positioning himself at the entrance of my wetness.

"you look stunning from this angle, love," he hummed, his voice laced with teasing sweetness. "you need me badly, don’t you, love?" his length traced over my folds teasingly, sending shivers down my spine.

though i hesitated to admit it, i couldn't deny the truth as my hips involuntarily bucked upwards, a strangled moan escaping me when he pinched my clit.

"i need you," i whimpered almost shamefully, my head falling back in surrender. "so bad, lan."

"i need you inside me," i mumbled, making his smirk return.

"missed you so fucking much," he hisses, parting my legs further as my breath got faster.

"missed you too, lan" i assured him, a moan slipping past my lips as i felt his tip pressing against my folds, though he made no further movements. i pushed my hip back to feel his length.

his hand tangling in my hair and creating a makeshift ponytail ─ one he tugged on immediately, forcing my head up.

"use your words, m' love" lando's lips grazed my ear, his cock still lightly pressing against my entrance, causing me to cry out.

"i want you to fuck me," i whined, rushing my words out as my hips pressed backward.

"need you, lan, please," i whimpered, sounding desperate.

he entered me without warning, bottoming out as my walls wrapped around him, our gasps mingling as i gripped the bedsheets below.

"always taking me so well," lando grunted in my ear as his thrusts became rougher, deeper, ensuring i felt every inch of him.

every movement sent pleasure coursing through my body, my moans filling the room as i surrendered to the pleasure.

"you feel amazing, lan," i stumbled out, my eyes rolling back as my body melted under his touch.

lando, too, seemed lost in the sensation, his head thrown back as he moved with purpose, the sound of our bodies colliding filling the room.

"does it feel good?" his question was rhetorical, just a way to chase praise, but i could barely form coherent thoughts, let alone sentences.

i nodded, the only response i could manage in his hold.

"damn, you're just perfect, baby," lando grunted, his kiss on my shoulder was gentle compared to what was happening between my legs.

it was almost too much, the tears and whimpers making it clear i was close to another climax. and just the thought had him reaching his own peak.

"cum on my cock, baby. cum for me," he urged in my ear, sending shivers down my spine as my second orgasm hit. i practically screamed, going limp in his arms.

feeling me tighten around him had him climaxing too, groaning as he leaned against me, both of us catching our breath.

his touches became softer as he pulled away, guiding me to lean against the counter. we fell into a comfortable silence, his hands gentle on my waist.

"wanna hop in the shower?" lando's voice broke the quiet, a grin spreading across his face, and i felt a wave of relief.

i grinned back and nodded, and he chuckled, lifting me effortlessly and carrying me off to the bathroom.

after a relaxing shower together, we dried off and crawled into bed, exhausted yet content. the weight of the day's activities and the intimacy we shared left us feeling pleasantly worn out.

"baby, that was something else," lando chuckled, his arm wrapping around me as he pulled me close. his laughter was infectious, echoing the contentment that filled the room.

"definitely," i agreed, snuggling against him. the warmth of his body against mine was comforting, a tangible reminder of the bond we shared.

in the morning, we woke to the gentle rays of sunlight streaming through the curtains, casting a soft glow across the room. the tranquility of the moment was almost tangible as we lay intertwined, basking in the quiet stillness of the early hours.

"morning, love," lando greeted me with a smile, his eyes filled with affection as he pressed a tender kiss to my lips. the warmth of his lips against mine was a sweet welcome to the new day.

"morning, sleepyhead," i teased, returning his kiss with a playful grin.

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hope u enjoyed reading my first fan-fic <3 feel free to give prompts and request !! enjoy !

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dokiyeom · 1 year

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AYA’S SEVENTEEN FIC RECS

note: ngl i meant to post this in dec as an end of 2022 sort of thing and as a bit of an apology for my inactivity,, but my mental health has not been fantastic,, but here are some of my favorite seventeen fics that i’ve read !! also ps pls feel free to send me some of ur own favs bc i miss reading fics && i’m begrudgingly admitting that i’m not great at finding fics,, like sm of these i have to thank yeona for sending me :00

ot13/multi/love interest revealed later on !!

UNDER THE SUN - @wooahaes (series // fantasy/darl+ing au // multi ot13 part)

i think i’ve rbed almost all the individual parts if ur interested in my more specific thoughts but this series has been an absolute comfort series for me for a while !! the relationships between the members and the reader - both platonic and romantic have been so lovely to read !! it’s such a genuinely warm series and the worldbuilding is also just soso fantastic !! it is a fantasy sort of au,, so it’s a bit daunting to get into just because the logic of the universes created in this genre is a bit difficult to grasp,, but uts has such an easy to comprehend world and everything is explained so clearly !! it’s genuinely one of the most comforting fics i’ve read this year and one that i’d highly recommend to pretty much everyone,, even if u aren’t a carat :D

APARTMENT A5C - @suhnshinehaos (smau - college au)

my favorite svt smau that combines some of my fav tropes/aus (housemates and uni) !! ++ i’d argue there’s a found family aspect that just melts my heart soso much,, like the reader’s relationship with the 96 line, both platonic and romantic are insanely heartwarming and comforting !! the banter is so entertaining && all of the additional friendships are just to die for !! esp sana and yuta with the reader !! but honestly this smau is just soso sweet and a story where u really root for the main couple to get together bc they just fit each other so well !! def another fic i’d recommend to anyone !!

LOVESTRUCK @/suhnshinehaos (smau - college au)

short endings for the reader’s other housemates !! has the same entertaining banter and cute relationship buildup that is just soso perfect to read after apartment a5c to treat ur post fic sadness <3 all the relationships are formed in a shorter period of time, but with just that same amount of investment !!

CHOI SEUNGCHEOL

OBVIOUS - @leejungchans (0.9k words - wedding florist and baker au)

so stinking cute !! the reader and seungcheol having related businesses and appreciating each other’s dedications to their respective crafts is soso endearing :D genuinely my fav seungcheol fic bc hello ? good writing + sulky cheol + established relationship ? an absolute 10/10 and must read that i revisit way too often :D

YOON JEONGHAN

ORDER UP - @/leejungchans (2.4k - cafe au)

half of these r gonna b recs from sol’s masterlist,, but her works r just too good !! this fic is so darn cute and entertaining, with jeonghan’s antics + his classic attention n care for those in his life were captured so well !! him remembering the reader’s order and his sheer dedication to orchestrating an opportunity for a conversation outside of the reader placing their order was just so fun to read && is genuinely a fic i reread time and time again :D

CAUGHT @/leejungchans (1.1k - preschool? teachers au)

this. this is so insanely endearing hello ?? jeonghan as a preschool teacher is absolutely perfect, and the banter mixed with such tender love that the reader and jeonghan share is just so <3 it’s a relatively short read,, so i’d highly, HIGHLY, recommend giving this a read because it’s soso worth it,, esp if ur feeling a bit down and in need of something fun and sweet to read :D

REDEMPTION @/leejungchans (11.5k)

such whirlwind of emotions but soso insanely riveting !! bad boy jeonghan,,, oh my gosh a concept i (YOU !!) never knew i (YOU !!) needed in my life. him driving a motorcycle. him w tattoos. insane. amazing. fantastic. and a redemption arc ??? reader holding him accountable for wrongdoings ??? genuine efforts to change ?? go read it rn !! u must !!

CANDLELIGHT @/leejungchans (1.2k) - a fav bc its own of my fav tropes :D (blind dates)

my all time favorite jeonghan fic. literally so sweet to read and had me grinning ?? in the middle of the night ?? at my phone !! that’s outrageous !! but so insanely understandable bc this is such an enjoyable read && just so easily heartwarming to hear about the setup of the blind date. honestly,, i don’t think i can understate just how charming and worth reading this is !!

THE MOST PRECIOUS THING @idyllic-ghost (3.6k - hospital/secret relationship au)

another charming and lovely fic !!! i’m such a sucker for the secret relationship trope,, and this fic had such a fantastic take on it !! i adored the dynamic that jeonghan and the reader had, esp how much they cared for and rooted for each other :DD the banter at work and the tender love they share at home was also just,, absolutely chef’s kiss !!

HONG JOSHUA

LOVE ON THE AIR @suhnshinehaos (smau - college au)

i was. so invested in this smau LMAO but the reader and joshua’s friendship was soso lovely to read !! the buildup and tension were absolutely insane and genuinely had me so excited every time i logged onto tumblr to check for any updates :D the side friendships were also just so lovable and endearing,, and i found this smau to overall b super super charming :D

GOLDEN HOUR @dkfile 1(2.4k - summer vacation/bffs2l au)

joshua and the reader’s friendship is just so insanely sweet and endearing to read !! this fic is so reminiscent of a sentimental and fun coming of age romance,, which i feel like fits joshua soso well !! the whole time ur rooting soso hard for the main couple to get together, and just reading the buildup is incredibly entertaining !! and also the banter ?? literally so amazing && funny :D

WEN JUNHUI

HOW HARD MY HEART’S BEATING @adi--writes (3.3k - travel/photographer au)

the prose,, oh my gosh !! this fic played out so cinematically !! i loved jun and the reader’s friendship so much,, and how the fic progresses just naturally makes u root for a confession scene regardless of them being the main couple !! everything flowed so organically and their travel stories made for such a beautiful and compelling journey of love :D

KWON SOONYOUNG

(UN)TRADITIONAL @neonun-au (1.8k - wedding au)

the alt title >>> this fic was so full of personality and the premise just fits soonyoung so well !!! the bond that the reader and soonyoung share is just so insanely heartwarming,, esp their mutual understanding and respect for each other’s values !! in general,, the love in this fic is so genuine and lovable :DDD

JEON WONWOO

FLOWER @wonwoonlight (13k - exes au / editor+writer au)

this premise. my gosh it’s perfect !! this fic was such a great take on the second chance trope and the emotions were so fantastically fleshed out !! the progression of wonwoo and the reader’s relationship felt so natural and overall so enjoyable to read :DD

PLAY AGAIN @shuarush (37k words - coworkers au)

the pining !! the tension !! the friendships !! the anecdotes !! the prose !! go read it !! rn !! overall this was such a beautiful journey to read and i enjoyed it soso much :D aside from the main relationship,, i found the reader and jeonghan’s friendship to be soso sweet and endearing !! i also loved loved loved !!!! the writing style in this fic !! everything was so well paced and patient,, which made for such a compelling and beautiful journey that i absolutely loved !!

LEE JIHOON

LIVE @wondernus (1.24k - est relationship au)

so stinking cute !!!! i’m such a sucker for fics like these where the love interest is live and everyone’s also swooning over how sweet the relationship is :DD the love jihoon has for the reader is soso heartwarming and fuels my unending yearning for this sort of cute partnership <//3 this fic is just so enjoyable and the ending. it’s perfect :DDD bc same soonyoung,, same

HEARTACHE AND A LATTE @dkfile (9.3k - cafe au)

read this after not reading any fics for a WHILE and this was just such a chef’s kiss fic :D like the friendships with seungkwan, soonyoung, jeonghan, and wonwoo ?? amazing !!! but the buildup w jihoon !!! my gosh it was so genuinely cute !! i absolutely adored their friendship and the little indications of jihoon’s feelings for the reader :D just such a cute and lighthearted fic that i’d highly rec !!!

LEE SEOKMIN

SOMETHING SWEET @wonwoonlight (2.1k - cafe au)

your honor i love this fic !!!! w all my heart !!!! this fic captured just how lovable seokmin is && had such a cute pining plot :DD this was soso heartwarming and i was so easily invested in their relationship !! overall,, just such a sweet and enjoyable read :DD

KIM MINGYU

MY DAISY @wonwoonlight (series)

this. this was so fantastic. genuinely,,, everyone needs to read this when they can bc it is soso worth reading !!! i loved the friendships and the reader’s relationship with mingyu so much,, and gyuri !!!! gyuri !!!!! honestly i don’t think i can explain just how much i love this fic,, but pls,, pls read this bc this series is so insanely fantastic and had me so invested the whole way :DD

FIVE SHOTS AT LOVE @wooahaes (8.5k)

one of my favorite fics !! one of the first fics i read and i just absolutely fell in love with the setup of this fic,,, like the friendship with wonwoo just absolutely won my heart,, and the deepening relationship with the reader was the cherry on top !! such a beautiful and emotionally vulnerable fic that i found so much joy and sadness, but ultimately such an insane amount of comfort in :D def read and check out some of the warnings beforehand just in case !!

TRIAL AND ERROR @/leejungchans (2.9k - cafe au)

SUCH a cute little fic about mingyu trying to approach the reader but failing so miserably each time :D i had such a great time reading this and rooting for mingyu in each attempt !! his genuine earnestness was so adorable to read the way the ending panned out gave me so many giggles :D

XU MINGHAO

ACADEMIC INFATUATION @berriesandjunnie (2.5k - professor au)

i love a college setting, workplace romance, and any au where everyone around the reader/main couple are just rooting so hard for them to get together !!! and omg professor hao AND flustered hao ?? like bc of his feelings and nervousness ?? omg literally such a lovely read !!! i had such a good time reading this && got a bit of a giggle which is so 10/10 when reading a fic !!! def read !!!!

AVANTE GARDE @hoyoungy (4.1k - uni/artist au)

tbh as someone who really loves art,, i found this fic suuper enjoyable !! and black mullet minghao ?? hello ?? overall,, i loved the development of minghao and the reader’s relationship soso much and the general nature of how they get to know one another :D like i was soso invested in their journey and just really loved the appreciation both of them grow and have for each other :DD vv worth reading and would highly recommend :D

BOO SEUNGKWAN

CLASSMATES TO LOVERS @/leejungchans (2.1l uni au)

bulletfics are def such a gem to read,, like short n sweet,, just perfect for a cute little fic :D i adored seungkwan’s impression of the reader and his sheer admiration for them !! like the chemistry was so on point and executed so well in this format too !! AND THE CHOCOLATES gosh this is so cute i love how seungkwan was written in this fic !!

CHWE VERNON

WORK HUSBAND @wondernus (8.8k - teacher au)

my gosh this was soso cute,, like literally i’ve reread this more times than i can admit :0 the reader and vernon’s friendship is just so endearing and felt so genuine !! i really enjoyed reading the buildup of their relationship and just found this to be such a charming story !! like what i would give. to read this for the first time again PLEASE read this !!!

OR WOULD YOU RATHER IT BE ME @thepixelelf (7.9k - soulmate au)

a whole journey of emotions that had me on the edge of my seat and waiting for the reveal !!! the relationship between the reader and vernon were established so well,, like their genuine care and desire for each other to stay in their lives just straight up tugs at my heartstrings !!! this was such a wholesome and hilarious love story that i thoroughly enjoyed :D

LEE CHAN (aka leejungchans chan fics :DDD)

THE SECRET LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS (6.5k words - flower/tattoo shop au)

i loved the contrast between the reader and chan’s character soso much,, and how that ultimately made their relationship soso much more cute and lovable ?? like how intimidated he was and his little crush that he tried so hard to squander !! i love the progression of their relationship soso much and how genuine chan was written in this fic !!!!

OF STICKY NOTES AND STRANGERS (3.8k words)

every time i sit in a library, cafe, or park, i’m waiting for this to happen to me. i adore the premise of this soso much and how the reader’s friend group schemes to catch the perpetrator :DD like overall this fic was so lovely and i def understand the little crushes you get in public on attractive people in your vicinity while working in a public space :DD just so cute,, so heartwarming,, and def fuels my yearning

SCORED! (12.4k words - uni au)

athlete chan,,, oh wow,,,,, this fic was one of the first chan fics i read as i got into seventeen and definitely cemented him as one of my biases in the group :DD i love the banter that went on between the reader and chan,, as well as all the hilarious little details of the other columns !! like project vernway is forever ingrained in my mind whenever i see pieces christiano siriano or any other contestants from project runway !!! overall i just love how this fic played out and all of the hilarious interactions between everyone involved !!! def a super fun read :DDD

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lyzsaphrodite · 3 months

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༊*·˚ Home is Where the Heart is ׂׂૢ་༘࿐

Dior Goodjohn x fem!reader

synopsis: You and Dior are long distanced and she decides to surprise you by coming to visit you for your birthday.

warnings: fluff, fluff, and fluff

a/n: this is not my best writing ever i just wanted to get this out while i work on the Summer fic

You and Dior have been in a long-distance relationship for about a year and a half now. You met on the set of Percy Jackson and instantly clicked; she ended up asking you out two months into filming. After season one wrapped, she went back home to LA, and you returned to your hometown. You haven't seen each other in person since filming wrapped six months ago, because you're still in school. You guys text multiple times a day and FaceTime at least once a day, but it's still hard for both of you. Especially for you since your love language is physical touch, and you just like to have physical connections with people. Your birthday was coming up, so Dior thought it would be an amazing idea if she came and surprised you. She planned it all out with your family; she would fly in on your actual birthday and stay for a month.

Today was finally your birthday. You woke up to look at your phone and found a bunch of birthday wishes from friends, family, and even fans. But none from the person that mattered most to you. You didn't think she would ever forget your birthday. Maybe she just wasn't awake yet, even though it was currently noon, which means it was 9 in LA, and she's always up before 9. But you just decided not to worry about it. You still had the whole day. You were really bummed that she wouldn't be able to come for your birthday, but you understand that she's busy with her music and everything. You got out of bed, took a shower, and got ready for the day. You and your best friend decided to go shopping for your birthday. You visited all your favorite stores, getting all of your birthday freebies. By the time you and your best friend headed home, it was around 4 o’clock, and you've yet to get a message from Dior, which made you visibly disappointed. Your best friend kept seeing you checking your messages every few minutes and finally decided to say something.

“I’m sure she didn't forget; you know her, she's always busy with something.”

“Yeah, I'm pretty sure everyone but her has wished me a happy birthday though. Like even at the mall, those fans who came up to us to say happy birthday, I didn't even know them. And I thought she would be one of the first to say it.”

You finally arrived home and went straight upstairs to put your bags down and take off your shoes. You were home for around 30 minutes when you finally heard the doorbell ring.

“Y/N, someone's here for you,” your mom yelled. You had no clue who it could be; you weren't expecting anyone.

“Coming!” you yelled back to your mom. You hurried down the stairs to the front door, and standing there was Dior with her bags and a gift. She looks just as beautiful as she always does.

“Hey, baby,” she said, smiling.

You had absolutely no idea how to react; you were definitely not expecting this at all. You ran to her and jumped to hug her. As she held and hugged you, you started to tear up.

“I missed you so much.”

“I missed you too.”

“What are you doing here? I thought you weren't able to come.”

“I wanted to surprise you, sweet girl.”

“How long are you staying?”

“For a month.”

“Oh my gosh, no way!”

“Way!”

“OMG, and Mom, you knew about this?”

Your mom just smiled and nodded.

“Yep, and so did your best friend.”

“OMG!! I cannot believe this; I thought you forgot my birthday!”

“I could never forget your birthday, mamas.”

You and Dior share a passionate kiss, the weight of her surprise visit lifting a heavy burden off your shoulders. In that moment, all the worries and doubts melted away, replaced by the warmth of her presence. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

The month that followed was a whirlwind of joy and reconnection. Every day felt like a treasure, filled with laughter, adventures, and stolen moments of affection. Whether it was exploring your hometown together, cooking meals side by side, or simply cuddling on the couch watching movies, every second was cherished. On the day of her departure, you stood at the airport, hand in hand, hearts heavy with the weight of impending separation.

"I wish we lived closer," you managed to say, your voice breaking slightly as you fought back tears, the airport's din muffling your words.

Dior's eyes softened, mirroring the sorrow in your own as she squeezed your hand gently. "I know, darling. It's hard saying goodbye every time," she murmured, her voice tinged with empathy.

You leaned into her embrace, seeking solace in the warmth of her presence amidst the impersonal hustle of the airport. "I hate it when you leave," you stated simply, your voice carrying a mix of longing and frustration, the airport's commotion providing a stark backdrop to your heartfelt confession.

Dior's arms wrapped around you, holding you close as if trying to shield you from the pain of separation. "I feel it too, love. It never gets any easier," she whispered, her breath warm against your ear.

Tears welled up in your eyes as you buried your face in her shoulder, the weight of longing settling heavily in your chest. "I just wish we could be together more often," you confessed, your voice barely audible above the noise of the crowd.

Dior's fingers brushed through your hair soothingly, her touch a silent reassurance. "Me too, sweetheart. But no matter the distance, you'll always have my heart," she vowed, her words a promise of enduring love.

And as you stood together in the midst of the bustling airport terminal, surrounded by the chaos of departure, you found solace in the simple act of being together, knowing that no matter where life may take you, your love would always be a constant, guiding light in the darkness.

this is unusually short because I didn't know how to end it

taglist: @asvterias

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trolls-poppy-specialist · 3 months

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broppy kiss analysis (or, well, just me screaming into my laptop for an entire forty seconds straight while i mentally and physically replay this scene)

it has come people. it has come

watch me quote almost every line in that near 40-second clip

"so? how you feeling?" poppy gurl is just concerned for branch it's just RIDNGRSIHGNRSUIDGBEWGEOIWEWGFEHUI

and then branch just gives a whirlwind of feelings (HE OPENED UP HE OPENED UP HE OPENED UP WHY AM I THINKING ABOUT THE FORESHADOWING IN THE BEGINNING), and he looks SO SMITTEN. dude just be like 'i wont hide the fact that im smitten with the queen of pop and the mount rageons will know it'

"whoa! tmi! boundaries, my man; that's a lot of feelings!" girl the hands up just won me over. and BRANCH MY MAN THE LOOK U GAVE HER I SWEAR IM GONNA ROLL OVER AND SOB AND SQUEAL. AND THE WAY SHE REFERS TO HIM AS 'MY MAN' WAAAHHHH AND THE LOOKS THEY'RE SHOOTING EACH OTHER OH MY GOSH

the laugh. the laugh. the laugh. DUDE SOUNDS SO HOPELESSLY IN LOVE, and tbh their voices mix really well, just that his laugh drags on longer

THE KISS (DONT MIND MY CAPS LOL). THE PART I’VE BEEN LOOKING FORWARD TO. OH GOSH THE WAY SHE JUST PULLS HIS VEST AND BRINGS HIM CLOSE FOR THE KISS RIOGHRGSNIOFSIFANIODSANIODF AAAAAAAAAA. AND THE WAY HE LOOKS SO INTO IT LIKE I MEAN I PERSONALLY PERCEIVED IT AS A FIRST LIP KISS IF IT IS IM GONNA CRY AT HOW THEYRE SO IN SYNC (WOW BOYBAND PUN HERE)

AND POPPY LOOKS LIKE SHES SMILING IN THE KISS OH MY GUH-

NO WAIT BOTH OF THEM ARE

AND THEN HE HOLDS HER HANDS WAAAH IM SQUEALING EVEN HARDER NOW

ON THE MOUNT RAGEOUS SCREEN THEY LOOK LIKE THEY'RE SUBTLY SHIFTING AND THE MOUNT RAGEONS JUST CHEERING OH MY GOSH THEY SHIP BROPPY

THAT GIRL IN THE CENTRE WHOS JUST LIKE AWWW AND EVERYONE ELSE WHOS CLAPPING I HONOUR YALL

BRUCE AND CLAY FIST-BUMPING OR SOME SECRET HANDSHAKE AND SMILING AT THE TWO

AND JD AND FLOYD. FLOYD IS LITERALLY SHEDDING A TEAR (OF HAPPINESS? i don't know tbh) AND JD JUST PUTS HIS HAND ON HIS SHOULDER LIKE 'OKAY WE HAVE A COMMON TOPIC: BRANCH'S GIRLFRIEND'

GUYS BE PROUD BROZONE'S YOUNGEST MEMBER IS DATING THE QUEEN OF POP AND IS SHARING A KISS WITH HER ON SCREEN WITH EVERYONE WATCHING

AND THEY'RE ALL SMILING

RHONDA. OH, RHONDA. SHE JUST WENT WOOHOO AND LIKE MADE HER SOUND EVERYONE IS CELEBRATING

AND IN THAT SHOT BEFORE THEY PULL AWAY BRANCH IS SMILING AND POPPY IS IN DEEP AND WHEN THEY PULL AWAY IT'S JUST SO ADORABLE

anyways that's all for my rant

side note? branch looks cute with braids (he looks like some cute little girl). thank you viva for the wonderful hair-braiding skill :))

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hi! love your blog. I was wondering if you have any fic recs? I’m especially looking for royjamiekeely but I’m flexible :) thank you!!

Hi! I have read a lot of the R/J/K tag, and gosh, there is seriously so much incredible stuff in there. It sort of depends on what kind of vibe you're going for, but here are a few* to get you started.

Note: many of these are rated M or E, so please check the actual warnings and ratings and summaries before reading :)

Start with author inlovewithnight and literally just read everything they've ever written, it is all completely brilliant and there is something for all tastes. My personal favorites are the blood in my mouth, I wish it was mine and they threw me a whirlwind and I spat back the sea, but do be aware those are definitely darker/heavier fics and heed the tags!!! (the first has quite bit of noncon [not between RJK] and the second involves physical abuse initiated by James Sr.). For a lighter option I recommend Follow the Hearts and You Can't Go Wrong which is a lovely future R/J/K fic about the end of Jamie's career

from there move along to @valonia47 (Ao3) and @belmottetower (Ao3) and Mixtape Star (Ao3) and also read everything they've written :) I wanted to single out favorites for you but how could I when it's all so very good?

our bodies touch and the angels cry by lennynards: R/J/K that starts out with Roy & Jamie having to stay within 10 feet of each other at all times after both accidentally drinking a weird tea Jane brewed up for Beard. Yes it sounds like a completely ridiculous premise but it is one of my favorite RJK fics ever, 12/10

In Colour series by lyricl: this one feels so very true to canon and it just gets them all so right, I don't know how else to describe it. It's not a complete series though and nobody has actually gotten together as of yet, fyi. They're all far too busy having a lot of complex (& horny) feelings about each other from afar.

This might be a long shot that's not quite what you're looking for but, For Now series by Wild Wren. It's actually mostly a Roy/Keeley series, and I started reading it on a whim because I literally ran out of new things to read in the R/J/K and Jamie tags at one point, lol. Then it ended up being some of my favorite fanfic of all time. It's Roy/Keeley but like, in a not normative and also very kinky way that does a great deep dive into their respective ~issues~. Also Wild Wren had them break up even before the show had them break up, and in a much better and far more detailed way, just saying!! Part 4 is pre-ot3 in the messiest possible way. What a brilliant series, I cannot recommend it enough.

Outgrow the shoes of expectations by @destinationtoast : Brilliant on the ot3 side of it and even better on the character study of each individual within the ot3. Sooo so good. I think about it all the time.

another box with a question mark by irishmizzy: going to be completely honest when I say I don't fully remember this one, but I do know it was very funny and excellent and it is also rated T which makes it different from a lot of the others on my list, so i wanted to include!! It is in my bookmarks and I'm going to be rereading it asap now :)

something that's so close by @ohlafraise : s3 outtake that is very funny and perfect and lovely and also happens to be rated T :) also check out one night upon the shore by the same author. It's Jamie/Keeley, but don't worry Roy's there in spirit. You'll see. That one is very much not T though, lol

by any other name by renecdote: Jamie accidentally wears a Kent jersey instead of his own jersey on the pitch and the internet thinks they're dating (spoiler: they are dating). Who cares if it's not realistic because it's so hilarious and wonderful, amen.

Oh Lord, You've Never Been so in Love by asexual-fandom-queen. I literally just read this one, it's hot off the presses and it is so sexy and tender and also just gets these three so very right. the perfect anecdote to the end of s3.

Anddd of course I have to self promo a little and recommend you Waterfalls (between seasons 1&2 canon divergence), The Full Picture (s3: Jamie attempting to parent-trap RoyKeeley while avoiding his feelings for both of them) and my new one Confetti (ot3 fluff where they celebrate Phoebe's favorite holidays)

*I said I'd give a few and then proceeded to be really long about it, but like, what else is new? For that reason I've tried to stick to strictly R/J/K fics, but if you'd like Roy/Jamie or gen fic/Jamie fic recs also let me know because I could totally make a whole separate post about those, lol.

#fic recs #asks #royjamiekeeley #roy x jamie x keeley #ted lasso #ted lasso fanfiction

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errihaienx · 1 year

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first part (read the first part to understand the context my loves!) requested

A whole school year had passed since that fateful, embarrassing yet heartwarming moment. Rintarō's memories of that particular scenario were etched into his mind, every word and detail preserved like a treasured relic.

He has undergone significant changes since that time, perhaps fueled by the fact that it was his final year in high school. Over the past four months, he had caught only fleeting glimpses of you, mere encounters amounting to two or three times. In the depths of his heart, he believed that his once-ardent feelings were slowly fading away. Surprisingly, Atsumu concurred with this sentiment, but Osamu, the other twin, dismissed it as mere self-delusion.

"Rin? It's been such a long time! I've missed hanging out with youuuuu," your cheerful voice still sounds as vibrant as ever, except now it holds an even more endearing quality because he hasn't heard it in so long.

"Hey… yeah, long time no see…" Rintarō responded though he hesitated to include the word "cutie" that often danced on the tip of his tongue. Osamu's words haunted him—nothing had changed, not really.

"Didn't you miss me? I heard you almost won the finals! Oh my gosh, you've grown so much taller! How did that happen?" you bombarded him with questions, each one making his heart flutter. If anyone else had asked those same questions, they would have sounded obnoxious.

"Which question should I answer first?" Suna attempted to sound nonchalant.

"The first one! If you missed me…"

"Whoa, being a third-year from a different school has made you like this, huh…" Suna mused, reminiscing about his former shyness and how he used to freeze up whenever you were around. As he had grown, so had his feelings for you.

"I missed you too," he finally confessed, unable to hold back any longer.

"Alright, great! Now, answer the following questions."

"I don't remember," he lied, for he remembered everything all too well. He simply chose not to answer.

"You oldie," you playfully taunted.

"Meanie," he retorted, a small smile tugging at his lips.

With a smirk on your face, a curious thought crossed your mind.

Finally, unable to contain your curiosity any longer, you blurted out, "I heard… I heard you had a crush on me. Is that true?"

Suna's eyes widened in surprise, his normally composed demeanor momentarily faltering. The air crackled with tension as the weight of your words hung in the air. Time seemed to slow down, amplifying the intensity of the moment.

"Who in the world…" Suna's voice trailed off, disbelief washing over him like a tidal wave. Shocking didn't even begin to describe the whirlwind of emotions churning within him.

"Oh! Atsumu told me… But don't tell him I told you!"

Suddenly, it all made sense. Suna had led Atsumu to believe that his feelings for you had waned. It was Atsumu's cue to reveal to you that Suna liked you (though we all know it wasn't in the past tense, hmm).

"Oh… Well, he's right, though," Suna confessed, still avoiding eye contact. He simply couldn't bear to look at you, as your radiance was blinding.

"Really?" you inquired, your voice laced with a mix of surprise and hope.

"Yep," he responded, silently wishing he could tell you the truth—that his feelings for you remained, strong as ever.

His heart fluttered with anticipation as he dared to dream that his long-held crush on you could finally manifest into the reality he had yearned for all along—to be with you, to bask in your presence, and to embark on a shared journey of love and companionship.

A smile of genuine surprise graced your lips upon realizing that THE Rintarō Suna had developed feelings for you. The unexpected revelation sent a delightful jolt through your heart, causing your eyes to sparkle with curiosity and joy.

Playfully, you couldn't resist teasing him, your voice laced with a hint of amusement.

"Looks like you have impeccable taste," you remarked, unable to hide the playful admiration in your tone.

Suna chuckled softly, the sound of a sweet melody echoed in the air.

"Well, I suppose I do have a knack for recognizing something special," he responded, his voice warm and inviting.

For almost two hours, you both immersed yourselves in a captivating exchange, sharing stories, thoughts, and laughter. Throughout the entire conversation, the smiles never left your faces. Each word spoken, each shared moment, only served to deepen the bond between you.

#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #hq suna #hq fluff #suna rintaro imagine #omg i love suna #suna x reader #suna rintarō #suna headcanons #suna rintaro headcanons #I LOVE HIM SO MUCH #suna rintarou #suna rintaro x reader #suna rintaro haikyuu #suna rintaro fic #HAND IN MARRIAGE BABY

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halcyonwrld · 6 months

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— FAIRYTALE ENDINGS

PAIRING. Lisa Manoban x Reader

After finding a cherished memento, you begin to think of the past, the present, and where your future lies with your girlfriend. (0.9K)

TAGS. childhoodbesties-to-lovers!au, insecurity, toothrotting fluff

Being with Lisa is the best thing that could’ve happened to you in life.

You two are like magnets; despite being so polar in relation to each other, you couldn't help but attract. If she was the sun, you were the moon. If she were flowers, you'd be a lone breeze. If she was her, and you were always like this, there shouldn't have been a fairytale ending in the cards.

There probably shouldn’t have even been a story to begin with.

But here you both are. Together for nearly a year now, going steady.

Proof of this is the polaroid you take into your hands, something you’ve found on the floor due to the insistent autumn breeze.

You brush away dust with the pad of your thumb and scan the row of photos. This day was sweet. Taken on your third date. You went to a carnival just on the edge of town. The Ferris Wheel, the gimmick games, the prizes--- it was perfect. Everything that your younger self would've never been brave enough to experience alone.

Something you could hardly face then, as you left early after swarms of people began to overwhelm you.

Lisa's cheek lands underneath your thumb. Her smile forever immortalized.

(You were disappointed in yourself that day, mad you’d ruined the date before it truly had a chance to really start off. But Lisa never blamed you. Never got upset. Instead, she got you dinner, took the scenic route back home to cruise, and sang her affection for you to the stars.)

Speak of the devil —or in this case, your angel— and she shall appear; Lisa smoothly wraps her arms around you from behind with a hum, peeking over your shoulder.

She gasps, and you watch in the vanity how she practically lights up the room.

“Oh my gosh, I forgot about these, this night was so fun…” A light touch on your wrist, fingers running over the frayed friendship bracelet on it—the one she made all those years ago— as if trying to remind you of your history together.

“Can I put this in the back of my phone case, please?” she begs, giving you puppy eyes like you’ve ever had the heart to deny her of anything.

You pull away to hand it to her, “You know I don’t mind.”

Lisa’s smile widens impossibly. The corners of her eyes crinkle with her hardly constrained enthusiasm.

It’s only after she realizes her pockets are empty— does she give you a swift peck on the cheek before scampering out of the room.

Heat flushes you from the neck up. You sit on the unmade bed, dazed with a muted rush of tenderness. How does she still manage to make you feel so lovesick way after all of these years?

You’ve always been content with fading into the background of people’s lives. Like a side character. Nothing more than a ghost in your own life as well— but Lisa has never once left you on the back burner. Never once made you feel like a second option. You don’t know what you did to deserve her unwavering devotion, but it’s always overflowing, and all you know how to do is take.

Lisa zooms back into the room muttering to herself, pulling you out of your reverie. Her phone is still missing. You catch a dismayed: why does this always happen, and something like: there’s only so many places you can put your phone Lalisa and then, an annoyed: well it must really be downstairs if it’s not up here because—

You catch her by the wrist before she can move too far and spin herself into a whirlwind. With a placating smile, you hand her the phone that was lost under the heap of ruffled blankets behind you.

“Oh… thank you,” she breathes, exasperated, appreciative.

You’re hardly expecting the way she bends and kisses your forehead, a smile in her voice as she murmurs, “My savior.”

Savior. Maybe that’s what you are for her. Have always been. The one to pull her back in when it all gets too much. You don’t like the odds with your luck, but deep down, you hope it’s somewhat true. Pray it’ll continue to be enough for someone as bright as her. Someone who would be perfectly fine without you.

Lisa plops down at your side, cracks open her phone case, then abruptly pauses, fingers twitching. She gives you one of those weird Lisa looks. The ones you can’t read. Then she places a comforting hand on your thigh. You don’t know what has prompted this; your silence never feels unusual to you. Just that same old tired thing. But Lisa just has a “sixth sense for these things”, her phrasing, not yours.

“You okay?” she asks, voice softened by delicate worry.

Your heart fawns over with that same tenderness from earlier, and —spurred on by a sudden surge of adoration— you lean forward and kiss her square on the cheek. You pull back with a smile,

“I’m always good when I’m with you.”

It feels as cheesy as it sounds. Feels stupid. Wildly vulnerable. Too loud and too unlike you and too this and too that, but it’s everything. What the two of you have formed— and will continue to no matter the hurdles along the way, that’s what matters. What you both will continue to make matter. That’s why you’re here, sitting together in bed together on a quiet November afternoon when you could be anywhere else, with anyone else.

And, there's no ending sweet enough to compare with the way Lisa flusters under your affection, burning brighter than any star you've ever seen.

#blackpink x reader #blackpink imagines #blackpink fanfic #lisa manoban x reader #lisa imagines #kpop x reader #kpop imagines #gg x reader #gg imagines #lisa x reader #halcyonfics

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frostycatblr-fandom-files · 9 months

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I See You : Crosshair x Fem!Reader

Warnings and Information: Going with a 13+ rating just on account of language in the form of Star Wars and real-world swearing, just to be cautious. Self-indulgent modern AU fic, but you can read it too. This is practice for Crosshair's character as well as something mildly therapeutic. I'm… fine, but not fabulous, y'know? Job hunting is not exactly fun, so I'm just writing out my frustrations. How many Clone cameos can I fit in here? We'll find out together. They're not dead, what are you talking about? Empire gets compared to any one of those multimillion-dollar companies that treat you like shit no matter how good of a worker you are with Palp as the soul-sucking CEO in modernized terms. Rare fic without minor instances of Mando'a, but plenty of my stylistic and narrative use of italics. Minor proofreading.

Word-count: 4,237

The phone rings. You put it up to your ear so fast you nearly drop your cell in your haste to answer, not even looking at the screen. You should've. It would have saved you time, the realization that these people were not reaching out to get back to you about your job application. You hang up halfway into the pitch about repairing damaged products you don't even own.

The lid slams to the washing machine."Oh, fuck me!" you yell, groaning loudly.

You're of two minds; be consumed with your frustrations and take it out on the washing machine, or just clean the paint stains out with your tears. You're sure that'll work just as well as the detergent in order to get out that large smear of phthalo blue. Except, it won't, and the sooner you get this load started, the less time the paint has to set and stain. The lid is lifted.

Footfall softer than falling snow, Crosshair makes his way in from some other part of the shared house, his expression passive as he observes you dunking fistfuls of dirty clothing into the wash-drum. "Is that an invitation or a request?" He at least waited to make his remark until he was certain you noticed him and gave him a trademark "what the kriff do you want?" sort of look.

Knuckles pale as you grip the lip of the machine with one hand. "I'm not in the mood for your-"

"No; I know you're not." Crosshair interrupts you. "But I came to see if you hurt yourself, mostly."

"I'm fine." you snarl, slam-dunking the last of the clothing from the hamper anchored against your hip. "I slammed the lid." A neat brow buckles just a fraction, all the response you get as you push your way past him, returning to the small office that served as your art studio in this house. You're really not in the mood. You were a whirlwind of emotion, most of it negative.

You can feel his eyes from the doorway, trained on the back of your neck as you work. Gosh you made such a mess, you shouldn't have used so much paint thinner. "Go away, Cross. I need to clean up my easel and see if I can't salvage this portrait of…" You stop, breath hitching when you hear Crosshair clear his throat softly. He's directly behind you now, his voice taking on a slightly serpentine quality in its softness.

"Your clean shirt's on backwards, doll."

You shake your head, stubbornly refusing to believe him. "Nice try. Not while my hands are dirty. Tell me again once I get this mess cleaned up."

Wordlessly, Crosshair plucks the runny canvas from its easel and makes sure not to take it beyond the edge of the tarp. Hunter would be disappointed to find a mess on the beautiful hardwood floors so soon after he's treated them. And you'd be disappointed with yourself to give a portrait to an important friend in its current state. What should have been beautiful, angular and geometric lines are little more than a royal mess.

"Just go ahead and trash it for me…"

The same brow arches. "Why?"

"Because I don't want to give Hardcase a painting that looks like that..." you reply, huffing in your disappointment and frustration that you'd gotten so sloppy with your oils. "I said his portrait would be perfect practice for crisp, angular forms with that beautiful pop of blue from his tattoo and this is… far from it."

Your housemate looks at you with mild surprise. As far as mild surprise goes for Crosshair, anyhow. He wouldn't look quite so aghast like Wrecker, or frown quite so deeply as Echo.

"Who are you and what have you done to the Bob Rossified [____] we know and admire? What happened to the happy accidents?" Ordinarily, the comparison to the famous art instructor and television host would have made your face burn brighter than your favorite brand of alizarin crimson paint.

Instead, you scoff at him. "Very funny..."

"I'm serious." Crosshair insists, setting the portrait back on the easel once you've wiped it down, "What's the matter?"

You shouldn't snap at him, but your mouth just runs away from you. "I thought I got a call back from the place I applied to. I was wrong! It was some damn spam call, and I don't know if I'm relieved or disappointed. Okay? Happy now?"

The palms of his hands flash in a surrendering fashion to you before he speaks. "I'd say you're more angry than disappointed." Sighing, you take your cleaning rag and do Crosshair a favor by removing the thinned, blue oil paint from his hands after he notices it himself. "Kriff. Sorry."

Gently, you assure him you'll take care of it. That it's no trouble. That he's right, after some thought, "I guess… I am angry. All these places that are supposedly so kriffing desperate for employees sure take their damn sweet time. Or they seem to be hiring everyone but you. It makes me feel… invisible. They should have called me by now! Right…?" Crosshair looks at the calendar tacked to the wall of your little studio, where it's written in your favorite color the day you applied to the art supply store. They definitely should have by this point, he agrees.

"Have they reached out by email?" he asks gently, watching as you take that same cleaning cloth and gingerly wipe down the bottom edge of the canvas. He's convinced you for the time being not to break it over your knee and pitch it into the curbside bin until you at least give yourself an hour away from your brushes to think it over.

You shake your head, "I've been checking every day. Nothing." You now wash your brushes before the paint gums up the bristles, at least. And then you promise you'll lay aside your brushes and go grab a bite to eat with him. "And most places these days, they're likely to actually trash your résumé if you call them to 'follow up' on your application process. That old piece of unsolicited advice needs to die out, pronto. Just because it worked for- for- Agatha and her generation, doesn't mean it works for mine!"

Crosshair snorts.

"What?"

"Agatha?"

"Shut up… I could have gone with Karen and been unoriginal." you grumble, gingerly fixing the arrangement of your fan brush.

Crosshair retorts sarcastically, giving you a playful smirk. "The 1930s called, they'd like to know why you're using such a dated name." Ordinarily, Crosshair stays out of your hair (and your studio) by never bothering you as you work, but it's clear that he's trying to cheer you up, even a little.

"Unless the 1930s is offering me a job," you start, plucking the thin script brush from his dexterous fingers just as he begins to twirl it, "it better not bother me by calling…"

"The art store will call you eventually, I'm sure…" he tells you, the grim frown matching your souring expression. "You love art. You're a creative person. What better person to work at a place like that than someone who could practically recite an episode of The Joy of Painting in her sleep?" You point out, playfully, that Tech could recite an episode of Painting in his sleep just as easily as you. But at least you crack a smile as you do so, so he lets it slide. "Okay, you and my brother." Cross concedes, thinking back to the time the household decided to try a "painting party" to break up the seasonal gloom last December. "Maybe Hardcase and Wrecker too, if the pocket squirrels make an appearance."

Here, you finally chuckle. "Forgetting Fives would be criminal. Or how concentrated Dogma gets."

Cross just nods agreeably, hoping to keep a good thing going. "I wouldn't dare. My point is, you'd be amazing at an art store. They'd be lucky to have a gal like you who gives a kriff about art working for them."

You flash Crosshair a confused and crooked smile as you set down the last of your brushes and tighten the last twist-cap on your tube of oil-based paints. "You think so?" You're surprised how… sincere Crosshair sounds. You had to do a little metaphorical arm twisting just to get him to join you when the only spot left in the living room was a seat on the couch next to Rex.

Cross just nods decidedly. "C'mon. Let's grab a burger or something. My treat." A burger sounds great, you tell him, fixing your shirt so it's not on backwards before you stroll out the door.

Maker above, did he really mean his treat. Crosshair took you both down to the best burger joint in the city, where the two of you ate your respective orders and split a carton of fries with the house seasoning and plenty of salt.

"Oooh, kriff me…" you moaned blissfully, sucking your fingers clean of the granules of salt and seasoning, "these fries hit the spot every time." They're probably your favorite thing here, honestly. Perfect amount of crispness, balanced flavor, and hot; never ever tepid or cold. Cross snags a few more fries from the carton before nudging it your way, inviting you to polish off the rest. "You don't want any more?" you ask, curious. "There's still plenty in there to share."

He offers a lazy shrug, "I'll think about it." He slips his phone from his pocket when he hears a ping, and he hums thoughtfully after reading the message. "... Think I should let Wrecker find out on his own that he's home alone?" You can only shake your head disapprovingly of the wry smile, mouth too full of food to chastise him. While Wrecker and Crosshair weren't afraid of messing around with one another, you worried about it getting out of hand on occasion. "Fine. I'll let him know we're not home so the big guy doesn't worry, doll. In fact…"

Cross types down a message much longer than a simple courtesy "we're not home" text, and then cleans up the discarded burger wrappers and straw sleeves, snagging a few more fries once you say you can't possibly eat another bite. "Good. Not a lot of fun when you go shopping hungry."

"Didn't we just make a grocery run two days ago?" Crosshair shakes his head, then pitches everything into the large garbage receptacle as you grab your things. "Not that kind of shopping then." you determine. There were a lot of possible options, but you didn't have to slog through another massive grocery list, at least. "Where are we going?"

"You'll see." Crosshair replies simply, holding the door for you to follow after as he steps into the parking lot. "I had an idea." Now you really wonder where you're going, or what he has planned. Crosshair and spontaneity get along about as well as a Tooka and bathwater, sometimes.

You have to remind yourself that Crosshair wasn't a complete stick in the mud all the time, and when you first met him, he was still working for the same company that his other brothers had quit once they found out what kind of person the man who ran this multimillion company turned out to be.

First found himself working under some bloke named Edmon down the managerial line, before he was arrested for embezzlement. Then a real asswipe of a superior named Nolan took over, and after someone got hurt really badly on a "company retreat" and Nolan refused to call for an ambulance, Crosshair finally came to his senses about the place.

They don't give a shit about how loyal of a worker you are, just like Hunter, Wrecker, Tech and Echo warned him. They were right all along.

You thought you mattered to us? Please… Someone younger and desperate enough will come in and take your place if we feed them enough honeyed lies!

So Cross stole Nolan's car and drove himself and the injured coworker down to a hospital two hours away from the company retreat. Crosshair had known the guy for less than 24 hours (or something like that), but Mayday's injury helped Cross come to realize that the company was a sinking ship. So he got them both out. Now, Mayday and Cross spend every Sunday night checking in on each other. Cross works odd jobs from home, mostly, and Mayday… Well he was content with not being employed for a while.

The longer Crosshair has been living at home with his brothers again, the more he's starting to get (some of) his old sense of self back. He's no longer couch surfing because he didn't want to deal with his brothers fussing over his choice to remain with the company.

He was never, ever kicked out.

Cross had always been welcome to come back home, with a spare key tucked under the welcome mat if he ever needed it.

You'd been the one to find him letting himself into the house at three in the morning after Mayday talked Cross into going and seeing his brothers. You were "leasing" a room from the brothers at the time, and they had let you know the deal about Crosshair. "Please don't call the police if you ever find someone who's just… let himself into the house. That's our brother. We've been worried about him. He's made choices we don't agree with, but he's still our brother. We care about him."

Of course, Cross had no warning about you, but he eventually warmed up to you in time after you had practically broken Hunter's door off its hinges to let him know that Cross was here and he was tackled into the coffee table by the biggest of his brothers in Wrecker's excitement.

That spare key under the welcome mat now sits on your ring of keys, which you fiddle with in your hands the longer you and Crosshair drive through the city.

"Isn't this the way downtown?"

"Mhm."

"Still won't give me a hint, Cross?"

"No." he chuckles, pulling the steering wheel into a smooth left turn. "You'll see soon enough, doll."

He's taken you to the art store, to your surprise. The one you applied to. Not that specific location you applied to in town, thank the Maker, but the chain, rather. "I haven't been to one of these places in years…" Cross admits softly as he pulls himself out of the car. "Figured while we were out of the house, we'd stop by."

"How come?" you ask. You'd recently just bought a bunch of paint, so it's not like you needed anything in particular, really, maybe just wanted… There was one particularly pricey art supply you've had your eye on and lusting after for a while now, but given your current unemployment status, you're really trying to control your spending. "You got a project in mind, or somethin', Cross?"

Shoulders bounce. "Not really."

"So… what are we doing here?"

"Looking." he declares, steering you into the store by your shoulder. "Lookings always free. So is anything you can apply the five-finger disco-"

"Cross!"

"I'm kidding." he declares semi-defensively, laughing at the expression on your face. "C'mon, doll, you know I'm kidding. Hard to smuggle out a whole canvas or large pack of… whaddya call those markers? Cop-picks?"

Mild mortification turns into bubbly giggles over his decent effort to pronounce the brand name. "Copics. They're called Copic markers. And, they're kind of a scam." He just looks at you with an expression of confusion, so you figure you better explain. "Here, lemme show you." Taking his hand, you lead Cross down to the aisle dedicated to sketch pads, pencils and markers. On the shelves, there's dozens of specialty packs and bundles with quirky names.

Oceanic, "Beach Blast!", and skin tones are all prominently stocked for the summer. Singleton markers are what you're looking for though. You pluck a Copic Classic from one of the slots, and point to the price sticker.

A whopping 9.65 credits for a single kriffing marker. "Keep that in mind," you say, as you scoot down the aisle and show him the stock of Ohuhu brand markers, "and compare it to this." You select a similar color to the Classic in the Ohuhu brand, and tap the price sticker. A far more reasonable 2.49 credits.

He scratches the back of his head and neck. "What the kriff…? Is there a significant difference in the brand or something?" He's not exactly all that artistically inclined like you are, so to him, he's not sure if there's anything he's seeing that warrants such sticker-shock for a damn marker.

"Just the name, really. Copic markers aren't really the end-all-be-all of alcohol-based art markers anymore. Ohuhu branded markers are just as good as Copics, and you get more markers for say… fifty credits in Ohuhus than Copics." you explain, putting the markers back in their respective slots. "I won't bore you with more details that go into it, but that's the bare bones of it."

Cross nods politely to indicate he's listening to you, lifting a pack of art markers off the display to give it a closer look. Once he has satisfied his curiosity, he puts it back and glances at the different sketch pads. "And these probably tell you what they're best suited for, somewhere." You confirm his thought with a simple nod, tapping one of the sketchbooks. Drawing pad, 64 pages best suited for graphite, marker and colored pencils.

"They'll often tell you either on the cover, or on an inside page, sometimes. Depends on the brand."

You're getting the feeling that maybe Cross is looking for something after all, but he won't admit it to you. He keeps asking you question after question as you go down each aisle of the store. If there's a section dedicated to a particular craft you're not very familiar with, the two of you just look at the items in silence for the most part. You're (pun not entirely intended) pouring over all the different resin supplies together when Crosshair asks you another question to break the silence.

"Do you ever show your art online? Some kind of… creative forum, or something? Or is it all just personal projects, like the portraits you've done for Rex and the one you're trying to do for Hardcase?"

You chew your bottom lip for a moment as you mull over what you'll say. "I… stopped. For a long time."

"Why?"

You huff softly, returning one of the unusual resin molds back to the shelf. Little space shuttles and UFOs and such. (Space travel… wouldn't that be something?) "I couldn't get out of the trap of comparing myself to others. I don't know if you could call it imposter syndrome, or anxiety, or what. But I just felt… small. Unnoticed. Invisible." Crosshair frowns, stepping closer to you to allow someone with a large cartful of yarn and children's paint sets squeeze past. She looked like a teacher, gentle and kind and so, so tired. But she gave the pair of you a kind smile as she moved down the aisle and pondered over the different bags of beads one could buy in bulk for crafts.

"That's the second time you've used that word, [____]."

You give him an inquisitive look, surprised by his statement. The rare use of your name. "Wh-what word?"

"Invisible." Crosshair answers, closing that gap between you further when his hand reaches out to cup your face for a moment to scrutinize you, study you. "Is that how you feel?"

"I guess?" you start, but you think a little more, and you find that, yes, sometimes you do feel invisible. "I feel like… people don't… notice me. Like I'm trying to do it all damn wrong. It's been fucking weeks and places won't call me back! Or I'll post things and it gets a handful of interactions when I put the effort into it, but the shit I don't, that's what fucking blows up and goes viral. I don't fucking get it and I… sometimes I just don't know why I bother trying to apply myself when I'm just… invisible and unseen. This shit sucks, Cross." you admit a little bitterly. You take a deep breath and apologize for swearing in the store, in case the other customers can hear you. You apologize again when the tears begin to prickle and well in the corners of your eyes for getting so worked up, but you're just kind of at a loss for what to do next. You've tried so many things… you just feel like you're talking to yourself because no one will answer your applications.

Crosshair doesn't say anything for a while, and you don't take it to heart. He's not the chattiest of your housemates, as you learned a long time ago. Sometimes, he did have things to say, but he wanted to take some care with his words if Cross sensed he needed to be a little more delicate.

And he could be surprisingly good at being delicate when the need arises.

Assuringly, tenderly, Crosshair brushes the tears from your eyes and motions for you to follow him. "I see how much this stuff matters to you. If a stuffy old art store can't see it, just know that I see it. You're not invisible to me, kid. I see you." He's brought you to the paint section, coming to a stop in front of the selection of oil paints in particular.

"I may not understand all of… this," he gestures broadly at the display of thick, silver-foil tubes of paint, and selects a beautiful cerulean blue off the rack, "but I see how much this means to you. You know your shit. You're getting better all the time. I see that. One day, I think people will see that you know your shit too, and you won't have to feel so invisible anymore. But I see you. Hunter, and Wrecker and Tech, and- your friends see you, doll. You've got such a passion for these things… but you're…"

You wait for him to continue for a moment, wondering what he wants to say. You decide to hazard a guess when all he can offer is a soft shrug when he finds himself at a loss for words. "Beating myself up, too much…?" You eye the tube of paint in his hands, and wonder for a moment why he's been taking so many things off the shelves only to look at them before putting them back in their proper place. Tech's told you Cross has sharp eyesight, perhaps more on the farsighted side if anything. (Was he more farsighted than you initially assumed?)

"Perhaps." Cross admits, softly juggling the tube in the palm of his hand. "If nothing else I said sticks with you… I just hope that the fact that I see and recognize your efforts does, doll. I know I'm only one person, but sometimes, just hearing it from one person is all we need."

You feel your cheeks pinch with a little smile hearing him say that. One of those things, one of those times where someone says exactly what you needed to hear when you didn't know you needed to hear it most. "That's… awfully nice of you to say, Crosshair. Thank you…"

"I should give some credit to Mayday," Crosshair admits with a soft laugh, now pulling a tube of cobalt and ultramarine blue off the shelves, "he's the one who's been encouraging me to… do what feels right, if he thinks I'm feeling a little lost between the odd job. And doing what feels right includes helping you restart that portrait of Hardcase if you really think you need to trash the first one."

"Is that why you keep grabbing all those different blues?" you giggle, watching him now idly shuffle three different tubes of blue oil paint in his hands.

Crosshair nodded, making you laugh as he grabbed a fourth tube with a wink. "Yeah. I noticed that you didn't have these blues back at home. And that you use phthalo blue a lot like a certain painter."

"Are you comparing me to Bob Ross again?" you tease, stifling a laugh as you make your way to the checkout together. You've been away from your brushes for more than an hour at this point, and you're itching to get back to the process of creating while you still have the time to do as much as you want; before you're hopefully contracted with a job offer and have less time to dedicate to such things.

"Maybe." he purrs mischievously, ringing up each of the paints before carefully wrapping them up in their own separate plastic bags for the trip home. "If I am, do I get to see you paint?"

You can only shake your head with a gentle laugh. "We'll see, Cross."

That's good enough for him, he says as you collect the receipt from the self checkout machine, just so long as you promised you'd give yourself a little more grace and faith that soon enough, you'd get the job offer you wanted.

Some days will be easier than others… but you'll do your best, you promise. You're pretty sure you can manage that.

[Masterlist] [Requests: OPEN]

Tagging: @the-hexfiles who wanted to see some soft!Crosshair <3

Note from Frost: Apparently Mayday got assigned some kind of "Work Dad who takes care of and looks out for the younger employees" vibes while I was writing this self-indulgent (and mildly therapeutic) quick-fic, lmao. And hopefully, this ends up being good practice for soft!Crosshair down the line, as it comes into play in the next long-form series I'm working on. Yeah maybe it's perhaps a tad too out-of-character, but kriff it.

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raineandsky · 7 months

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#74

The priest was never one for romance, not really. He’d never really understood how people could get so entangled in other people’s lives. He hadn’t understood, at least, until he’d found someone to get caught up in.

He’s spent the last two years slowly understanding it. Oh, yes, he thinks every so often, between the moments of bliss and joy, I get it now.

Life since then has been a whirlwind of his lover’s making, dragging him along for the ride in a flurry of laughter and kindness. No one’s shown him kindness like this before. He’s come to understand how it’s so easy to trip and fall into love. He’s tripped a fair few times by now, and he’s stopped trying to catch himself.

His days have been stretching out at the church, to both of their dismay. So he knows that his arrival home, three hours earlier than usual, will be a much needed surprise for his lover and a much needed evening off for himself.

He lets the front door announce his return, a grin already stretching across his face. “I got off early!” he tells the entrance hall. “Gosh, we can actually spend some time together.”

The sound of ceramics smashing from the living room. The priest jolts, his blood suddenly running cold. His feet are moving before he can think of what to do, carrying him to the living room doorway and unable to hold back the horrified gasp at what he finds.

His hands fumble for the cross hanging at his neck. The thing in his living room is scrambling for the window. Wings beat the air erratically, claw marks sinking into the wood of the windowsill. Ashen skin drapes over the demon’s body. The priest holds the cross out like a lifeline, his hands shaking. It feels like his entire life has led up to eradicating one of these things.

“T–The power of Christ compels you!” he cries at it, and it’s only when the thing snaps its head towards him that his heart truly stops.

This thing, this demon, is wearing the face of his lover.

His grip is white-knuckled on his cross. It sank slightly in the horror of the moment, but he straightens it back out at the demon when he realises. The demon hasn’t moved from his spot at the window. Not running away, not trying to pounce. Just watching him quietly. “The power of Christ—”

“Darling,” he says in his lover’s voice, and something of a choked sob escapes the priest’s throat.

“The– The power—”

“Darling,” he says with more emphasis. He turns from the window and the priest takes an unconscious step back. “Don’t be like this.”

His mind is on a single-track right now. “The power of Christ—”

“That won’t work on me, darling.”

The priest pauses at that. He’s vaguely aware of the warm trails of tears on his face, of how this thing is purposely affecting him, but it doesn’t matter. He can worry about crying later. “W–What?”

“I’m not a demon.”

The priest almost laughs at that. He pushes the cross towards the demon for emphasis, and the other’s gaze turns to it lazily, almost bored.

“Go on,” he urges, “try again.”

It doesn’t feel right for the demon to be beckoning him into it, but he has no other choice. “The power of Christ compels you!”

Nothing happens. The demon’s face—his lover’s face—twists into a smirk, though it’s not as evil as the priest expected it to look. It’s the same look his lover always gives him when he’s feeling smug about something. “Crazy,” is all he says.

The priest turns his gaze onto his traitorous cross. It’s in one piece, pristine because he cleaned it last night. Why isn’t it working? Did he say it wrong?

“I’m not a demon, my love,” the thing continues after a moment. “I know I look horrifying to your little human mind, but just because I’m less handsome like this doesn’t mean I’m a demon, jeez.”

The priest can barely force the question past the lump in his throat. “What– What are you?”

“I’m exactly who I’ve always been,” the thing says with something of a grim smile. “Angels aren’t all golden halos and white gowns, you know.” He laughs when the priest’s head snaps to him. “I know. Sorry to disappoint you, darling. I didn’t mean for you to find out like this.”

The priest still isn’t convinced, frankly, but better to play it safe. He drops to his knees, painfully against the hardwood floor, and the thing—no, his lover, always his lover—raises an eyebrow at him.

“What are you doing?” he asks bluntly.

“O, servant of God,” the priest starts slowly. He bends down into an awkward bow, thankful for an excuse to not look at what his lover has become. What he’s always been. “Please, forgive me, I—”

“Eugh,” is the very unangelic sound that comes out of the other. The priest glances up at him, unsure if it was him who made it. “They train you well in that church, don’t they? I’m not a servant to anyone, darling, ‘specially not when you’re down on your knees like that.”

The priest flushes, stumbling to his feet a little too quickly. His lover watches with a hint of glee in his eye.

“I came here looking like a human because I wanted to be treated like one,” he says once the priest is back up. “You acting like that is exactly why I hid myself.”

Something twinges in the priest’s chest despite everything. “You– You didn’t trust me.”

“I couldn’t trust anyone.” His lover, this angel, shrugs idly. “Being an angel doesn’t let you reveal yourself to anyone, not even those you love the most.”

The cross twitches in his hand. “And now you know,” the angel—his angel, why couldn’t he see it before?—continues. “I’m sorry.”

The angel turns to the window again. “Darling, I—” The priest stops short, and the angel pauses for a moment, waiting.

The silence is thick. “I’m sorry,” his lover repeats, and in one smooth move he’s out of the window and into the darkness.

The priest almost trips over the rug in his haste to look outside. His fingers get splinters from the claw marks in the wood, but he doesn’t care. The street is empty.

His lover, an angel, disappeared into the night. All because he wanted to be the one with the surprise. Ironic.

#creative writing #writblr #writers on tumblr #writing #writing community #heroes and villains #fantasci writing #shoutout to midnight mass for the inspiration. love that show #next one will be a day late im afraid lads #cause its HALLOWEEEEEEEEN #so yall can expect a spooky story on tuesday :)#or i hope tuesday. i post from the uk so it might be outta whack with yalls timezones im sorry #heres a lil half spook for yall til then

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pixelnrd · 2 years

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Dear Eleanor

I'm so happy for you and your little family! What a wonderful new addition.

I have some wonderful news to share with you too. I'm married! I am now Mrs Lionel Fontenot. Oh, it was such a whirlwind romance - we met on set of my new television show and he just swept me off my feet. I figured why wait when you find the right man!

Please do not be offended that I did not invite you to the ceremony. It was a very short and fast engagement and the wedding was quite intimate - gosh, I think some may have thought it was a shotgun wedding, if I'm truly honest, though it definitely was not! I think Mom is happy though, now we're both married! She can rest easy.

I do have some sad news as well, though. I know you don't have a television so you probably didn't see the news, but our dear Uncle Desmond has passed away. It has been some time since Aunt Trudy died, and he was definitely lonely. He will be remembered as a great man in history.

Your sister, Daphne.

#ts4 decades challenge #sims 4 decades challenge #sims 4 historical #ts4 historical #ts4 legacy #sims 4 legacy #the langston legacy #gen 9 #1970s #daphne dreyfus #desmond dreyfus

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thisgirlnamedblusy · 9 months

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heyyy :))) i love all ur writings all the ones i have requested are amazing 🫶🏽

can we ignore the fact it’s august rn i just love this idea

can i request christmas morning with reader is married to laurel and a kid (mabye a boy)

Yess!!!! Here it is!!! It's weird to write it with 95ºF, but I hope you like it, and sorry about the delay and the language mistakes :))))

A wonderful Christmas Day

Pairing: Marilyn Thornhill/Laurel Gates x Fem, (former student)! Reader

Warnings: Fluff, they have a child

Word count: 3,359

Summary: it’s Christmas Day and your family was ready to spend a wonderful time…

N/A: Requests are open!!! Sorry about the delays, I’m working hard on your requests. I love you all!!!

“It's Christmas day!” Shouted Ryan, your son, suddenly entering the room. You and Laurel woke up scared, as expected.

“Oh my gosh, Ryan! It's 6 in the morning,” you protested, when the boy climbed up to get on top of you and shake you, nervous. The redhead opened her eyes and smiled, but she turned away, snarling.

“But Santa has come!” The boy yelled, protesting.

Your life was quiet. It seemed that running away from Nevermore with the woman who had planned to kill all the outcasts was a bad idea, but over the years, you discovered that it was the best of your life. In an instant, you decided: go with what was once your teacher to live a life far from the law, far from the world, or stay in Jericho and lose forever what was the great love of your life, despite the small detail that she was, are, and will be a fugitive.

5 years had passed since that night. 5 years since a cozy lakeside cabin became your home. You had no regrets, your life was perfect. You both had a job. No one in the nearby town suspected anything, you didn't even have to use a false identity. It was all so perfect that sometimes you wondered if it was real.

Shortly after you were married in an intimate ceremony, you took the next step, one that Laurel wanted with all her soul, to have a child, a real family.

You weren't convinced at first, it seemed rash. But seeing that baby's smile at birth let you know that, once again, you had made the right decision. Your isolated life was no longer calm, a restless whirlwind named Ryan made to get bored impossible for 5 years, the best years of your life.

You grumbled, picking up the boy and sitting him down next to you. Laurel had woken up, but she soon rolled over again, her back to you. You jerked her.

“Hey, Laurel…” You said softly.

“Mommy…” The boy said, moving her together with you.

She growled, as lazy as ever. She took the sheets and used them to protect herself from your jolts. You rolled your eyes and shook your head.

“Incredible…” You sighed, indignant. “Ryan, plan B.”

The boy smiled and pounced on the redhead, who now, yes, sat up, rubbing her eyes.

“Is it that you can't sleep in this house?” She said with a hoarse voice, but with a smile.

“It seems like not today... It's Christmas, remember?” You said amused.

“And Santa's here!” Ryan said, holding out his arms, elated. You both looked at each other tenderly. It wasn't the first Christmas, but it was one in which your son was already able to speak perfectly, one that he would remember for the rest of his life.

“Are you sure, Ryan?” Laurel asked, picking up the boy in her arms. “I haven't heard anything tonight.”

The boy was thinking, but he nodded effusively.

“Of course, I have been a good boy,” he said, as if it were evidence. You laughed, as did your wife.

“There's only one way to find out…” You sighed, getting out of bed.

Ryan went down as well, fidgeting at the door. Laurel stared at you for a while. She surely she would never believe that you were living that way. A quiet life, far from the past, far from pain and stormy memories.

“Aren't you coming, Lau?” You asked, grabbing Ryan to keep him from leaving the room. She looked at you, as if she had woken up from a dream.

“Oh, sure, sure,” she said, before getting up.

“You see? He has come, he has come...” The boy said excitedly, pointing to the Christmas tree, full of gifts everywhere. You raised your eyebrows. You knew which gifts were yours, and which were Laurel's, you couldn't count.

“Where did so many gifts come from?” You whispered to your wife, who shrugged, amused.

“It must have been the elves.”

“Some idiot elves, without a doubt…” You answered. “You know I don't like that you spend so much money on us.”

“Who am I going to spend it on, (Y/N)? You are my family, what matters most in this world to me,” she told you, kissing you briefly on the lips. You got a little excited, but a tug on your hand required your attention.

“Can I? Can I? Can I?” The boy asked repeatedly, pulling you impatiently. You pretended to think.

“Mmm, okay, attack,” you said, whereupon, Ryan bolted for the tree.

“Great!” He yelled excitedly.

While the boy was looking for the gifts with his name, you sat on the sofa, contemplating how your son radiated happiness.

“The police car!” He yelled, holding a toy box in his hand.

“Wow, how cool…” Laurel said, looking at the toy. “Santa Claus got it right, huh?”

“As if not to hit the mark, since he saw that ad on television he hasn't asked for anything else,” you commented in a low voice, getting nudged by the redhead.

“It's Captain America!” The boy yelled again, holding a toy in his hand. “Oh, this is great...”

“Where the hell did you get it from? I've traveled all over the state looking for it...” Laurel whispered to you, looking at the toy surprised. You smirked, raising your head.

“The elves…” You said joking.

“Mom, this one has your name,” Ryan said, handing you a gift. You smiled, taking the package.

“Let's see what gift Santa Claus has brought me…” You said, unwrapping it carefully. “Oh, my God… An ebook?”

“You're always complaining about how annoying it is to go down to town every time you want some book, so you don't have to do it anymore,” Laurel told you, looking at you excitedly. You shook your head. You really wish you had one.

“Sometimes you scare me, Laurel, it seems you read my mind...” You said, approaching the tree for the gift you had for her. “Here, grumpy, this is for you.”

She smiled and tore open the wrapping paper, pulling out a gorgeous gold rose necklace.

“Oh, (Y/N), it's beautiful…” She said sighing, and immediately putting on the pendant.

“It's just a small gift…” You said, blushing when her kisses covered your face. Laurel smiled and the two of you continued to watch as Ryan, happier than ever, continued to open presents.

“Can I play with it? Please...” the boy asked, holding the radio- controlled car in front of you, who were looking almost hallucinating about the happiness of your son.

“Okay, but just for the house, it's snowing outside,” you said, getting a smile from the boy.

“Great!” He yelled, starting the car around the house.

Laurel sighed, ducking her head. You, who were distracted by your gifts, looked at her.

“Oh, oh... Sad redhead at nine...” You said, sitting next to her again. “What's wrong?”

“Oh, nothing... It's just... Sometimes I feel like I don't deserve this,” she said, sighing, putting aside the book you had given her.

“Why not?”

“Well, you know, everything about the outcasts, my revenge… Now, after everything I've done, I've been blessed with a perfect family, the best one. I don't know if that's fair, (Y/N), I almost... I almost hurt you so much and now we're here... Married, with a wonderful son. It is too good for me.”

You caressed her cheek. You knew that she was partly right, but all her past faded over the years. After all, she had married an outcast, or nearly so. You didn't have telekinetic powers like your parents, but in the hope that one day you would, they put you in Nevermore.

“Don’t think that way. We all have the right to rectify,” you said smiling, getting even closer. “I don't regret going with you. This… This family that we have is wonderful. You make me happy, Laurel, you gave me everything you have, you gave me a precious child. That is much more important than your past.”

She nodded, tears in her eyes, and hugged you tenderly, sobbing into your shoulder.

“Ryan! Come here to put on your coat,” the redhead said.

A few hours had passed and the snow had stopped. It was time for your traditional Christmas walk by the lake. There were only three of you, but a family after all, besides, Ryan was a very good boy, and very sociable, he soon made friends at school.

The boy ran, as obedient as ever, and your wife put his coat on him.

“I'm hot, mommy…” She protested, not letting Captain America go for even a second.

“It's hot in the house, honey, but it's very cold outside,” Laurel said. You looked at the scene with tenderness.

The entire landscape was covered in snow. Laurel's little beetle was almost imperceptible under an extensive snow layer. The two of you grabbed Ryan's hand, moving him back and forth, swinging him in the air. After walking for a while, you came to an esplanade on the shore of the lake.

“Can I play in the snow, mom?” He asked, tugging at the sleeve of your coat. You looked at Laurel, asking for advice.

“What do you say?” You asked. You had always been very insecure, and when Ryan was born, that flaw of yours became much worse. Laurel always told you that you had to let the boy go, that nothing would happen to him, but the lake was frozen, and you weren't sure.

“Sure, honey, go play in the snow,” the redhead answered for you. “But stay where we can see you.” The boy nodded and walked away, launching himself into the snow and laughing as he rolled on the ground.

“You'll see how he catches a cold,” you said with a frown. Laurel laughed, taking your hand and kissing it.

“Nothing will happen to him... Relax...” She told you softly. “Do you know how to remove your fear?”

You shook your head, never taking your gaze from Ryan.

“Having another child,” she answered, raising her eyebrows suggestively.

“What?” You asked surprised.

“It's just an idea... The Book of Shadows is going to get dusty in the attic,” the redhead said, pouting.

“Leave the Book of Shadows alone… I still have nightmares,” you protested. She looked at you with false pity.

“Please, (Y/N), you had a good time…” Laurel said, whispering in your ear. You blushed, but you shook your head. You weren't going to agree with her.

“You had a better one, that's for sure…” You said spitefully. Laurel smiled and put her arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer to her.

“Come on, (Y/N), you're only fooling yourself,” she said amused. You pursed your lips and moved away from the redhead, never taking your eyes off her. She looked at you for an instant, but she soon looked away at the boy, who was making figures in the snow.

“You’re gonna pay for that…” You said to yourself, picking up some snow from the ground. “Take that!” you said, throwing a snowball that hit your wife's face directly.

She froze, her mouth opening in surprise. You hid behind a stone table that was in the area. Laurel took off her glasses and wiped the snow off her face. She seemed in shock, you were unable to hold back your laughter.

Ryan stopped playing, looking at his mother in surprise.

“Ryan…” Laurel whispered, moving closer to the boy. “Go after her!”

You came out of hiding as a shower of snowballs headed straight for you.

“Shit,” you said, crouching down and arming yourself again, in a funny war. “Hey, that's not fair, you're two against one!” You yelled, laughing, happy.

“That's what you should thought before attacking me with my guard down, come on Ryan, she’s done!” Your wife yelled, chasing you mercilessly through the snow.

“No, no! I'm unarmed,” you said, stumbling and falling facedown into the snow, while the balls kept falling on your body.

Ryan and Laurel walked over to you, who were lying in the snow with your hands in a gesture of peace.

“I give up, I give up,” you said between laughs. They also laughed. Laurel calmed down and held out her hand for you to take. You did it with a smile, but when you grabbed her hand, you yanked her to the ground with a startled cry.

“Now what?” You said triumphantly. “Come on Ryan, revenge,” you said to your son.

“Yes, revenge!” The boy repeated, now throwing the snowballs at the redhead.

“Ryan, you betrayed me!” She yelled, with a false tone of disappointment.

After a long time in the snow, you returned home and gave the child a hot bath.

“Now Ryan, go play with your new toys, mom and mommy have to take a bath,” you said, finishing combing the boy's hair.

“Can I play with the car?” Ryan asked.

“Of course, but inside the house,” you answered.

The bath was relaxing, romantic. The hot water warmed your cold bones, as you rested on your wife's chest.

“Those bath salts you bought…” You sighed, feeling very relaxed. “They are too effective.”

Laurel laughed and kissed your shoulder, pulling you a little closer to her.

“I bought them at the spa where we were on our honeymoon, you remember?” She told you softly, running her hands over your chest.

“Yes, of course I remember…” You said smiling, enjoying her caresses. “This year you have gone too far, Lau…”

“Why do you say so?”

“You bought too many gifts…” You said sadly, feeling guilty. “It was not necessary.”

“Of course it’s necessary... You are my precious girl and Ryan is a wonderful boy who deserves all the gifts that and much more. No wonder he is your son, (Y/N), you are just as good as him...”

“Maybe, but he has exactly your eyes,” you said, relaxing in the bathtub.

“Is that bad?” The redhead asked, kissing your neck. “I thought you liked my eyes...”

“It's not bad, but mine are prettier,” you teased, earning yourself a soft bite on the neck.

The bathroom was getting hotter and hotter.

“Laurel…” You sighed, seeing the redhead's intentions.

“Mm?” She murmured without stopping kissing you.

“We have to cook, besides, Ryan is alone…” You said, your cheeks blushing when you saw that a hand passed through your leg under the water.

“He’s okay, the house is closed and…”

“Moms! I'm hungry!” Your son was heard screaming from outside the bathroom. You looked at the redhead satisfied and she sighed somewhat frustrated.

“We’re coming, my love!” You yelled, getting out of the tub with a groan from Laurel. “Don't worry, tonight he won't take two minutes to fall asleep,” you said, taking the towel and winking at him.

She grumbled, but got out of the tub too.

It was a quiet Christmas meal, full of toys on the table. The fireplace warmed the little cabin and the sounds of Ryan having fun with his gifts brought life to that secluded place. Soon the sun disappeared and it was time for dinner. Ryan had calmed down.

You were watching a movie with Laurel, while the boy played with his prized radio-controlled police car.

“Here it comes,” the redhead told you. Giving you a nudge. You both lifted your feet for the car to go under.

“Ryan, honey, don't you want to watch a movie?” The redhead asked. The boy thought about it, but shook his head.

“Don't you want to watch Moana? It’s your favorite movie,” you said, pointing to the controller tentatively.

“Okay,” the boy said, without thinking much more and sitting between the two.

When the movie ended, and as you expected, the phone rang. Laurel was always scared, that hadn't changed.

“Calm down, Lau, it’s my mother…

Even though you escaped Jericho leaving everything behind, you somehow managed to keep in touch with your family, especially when Ryan was born. Your parents were not happy about your decision, but little by little they accepted it. You used to be an introverted girl, with a lot of problems, but when they saw your big change being with Laurel, they decided to ignore it. Something that almost seemed impossible.

“Hello mom, Merry Christmas…” You said, getting up from the sofa and talking to your parents. “Yes, yes, we're great. Oh, yes, Ryan has loved your sweater,” you said, looking at Laurel with a covert face.

After too long a conversation, you had a unique opportunity to play a prank on your wife.

“Sure, sure, wait a minute… Laurel, my mother wants to talk to you!” You yelled, covering the phone's microphone with your hand.

"What?" The redhead said, scared. -No, no, no, I'm not here, tell him I'm not here.- She said scared, comically taking refuge behind the sofa.

You laughed out loud, earning a glare from your wife.

“I was kidding, Ryan, it’s your grandmother,” you said, leaving the phone to the boy, who took it excitedly. He had never seen his grandparents, only on video calls, but he already loved them almost as much as they loved him.

“Hello granny…” Ryan said.

You sat next to Laurel, who was glaring at you, arms crossed.

“You’ll pay for this. Tonight you're going to find out,” she whispered to you, while Ryan talked happily with her grandparents.

“Yes, yes…” You responded passively, taking the TV remote.

The night finally came.

“Good night, honey,” you said to your son, tucking him into bed next to his beloved new doll.

“Mommy, do you think Santa Claus will come next year?” He asked the redhead. You looked at her tenderly.

“I don't know, Ryan, are you going to be a good boy?” Laurel answered, covering him well with the sheets.

“Yes!” The boy yelled.

“Then I'm sure he'll come,” she said, kissing him on the forehead.

“Good night, Ryan…” You sighed.

“Good night.”

You closed the door to his room and sighed with relief.

“Well, the two of us are already alone…” The redhead whispered suggestively.

“Yes, and now comes the best…” You said, playing along. Laurel reached out to kiss you but you pulled away. “Clean.”

“But…” She said, speechless at your reaction.

“The first things, first. Come on, Laurel, stop complaining and help me with those boxes and the wrapping paper.”

Your wife growled, but she obeyed. In a short time, the living room looked like a living room again, only the toy boxes remained.

You took the box from the police car and shook it, in case there was a something inside. Strangely, it was. Something fell to the ground.

“What’s that?” the redhead asked picking up what had fallen. “Batteries?”

“Batteries?” You asked, indeed picking up the batteries Laurel was holding.

“What are these batteries doing here?”

“I don't know, they were in the car box and… Oh, shit,” you said, when a strange thought crossed your mind.

You went to Ryan's toy drawer in the living room. Laurel put down the garbage bags and followed you curiously.

You rummaged through the toys until you found the car and its remote control. You quickly opened the battery compartment and confirmed your suspicions.

“Um… Laurel…” You said, extending the car towards her.

“What's wrong?” She asked, crouching down next to you.

“Look at that…” You said. She frowned at you and then at the car.

“What? It, it doesn't have batteries,” she said, as if it didn't matter.

“Of course it doesn't have batteries, they were in the box,” you said. “Look. The controller doesn't have them either.”

She confirmed it and scratched the back of her neck, trying to figure out what you meant.

“Didn't you take them off?” The redhead asked.

“Of course not, Ryan has been playing with this car all day,” you replied, your hands beginning to shake.

“How could he have played with the car if it hadn't…?” The redhead said, widening her eyes as she spoke. She had already noticed. “Batteries.”

You both looked at each other, knowing what that meant, and looked at your son's room.

“Oh my God,” you said at the same time.

#marilyn thornhill #marilyn thornhill x reader #wednesday #ms thornhill #oneshot #fluff

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pure-jeff-ward · 7 months

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500 Followers!!!

Oh my gosh, you guys! I cannot even believe this past month and a half, it has been the best kind of a whirlwind with this huuuuge surge of Jeff Ward fans that have either returned from hiatus (*raises hand*) or discovered him for the first time through OPLA and I am just so so soooo happy to have literally probably a hundred of you start following me since the show aired, I would looooove to tag every single person - should I? 🤣 - because back in June when I posted my 5 year anniversary post just to mark it (June 9th 2018!) I would never have expected the end of summer would turn into this!

To every single person, whether anonymous or not, whoever sends me an ask, I do my very best to try and answer them to the best of my abilities and honest opinions (most of the asks anyway :p) and the one thing I've learned is that even if I don't have allll of the links or answers or any info, there's so many people out there in the fandom who are always ready to step in and help out and I am absolutely grateful to those who do!

I may not have had time to follow everyone back from my main blog because I'm rarely on tumblr these days, but I always will show up here for this sideblog and keep it as active as possible! (@deke-shaw-headcanons is kinda asleep rn) but I do appreciate every single one of you and thank you for the follow, you are all amazing and it's fantabulous that we're all here to celebrate Jeff's talent, thirst over him and spread the loooove!!!

(Natalia is me hugging allll of you)

#About Me #Personal #Jeff Ward #500 Followers #OH MY GOD #I can't even believe it #Thank you everyone #<33333

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ronearoundblindly · 1 year

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Sneak Peek

Steve Rogers x fashion designer!reader

Threadbare, blurb from the upcoming finale WC ~500

You’re nervous, but it’s hard not to be.

Steve sent a text five minutes ago saying he’s almost to the shop, so instead of pacing around upstairs, you made your way down and are locking up.

Above you flutters the reflective blue tarp over the window Steve broke into nearly two weeks ago, but that only makes you smile.

The whirlwind of a successful show—one where not only did you kill it on stage, no one actually died—has brought a wave of press and a lovely flood of new clientele, men who would never have thought to bother with your designs when they’d only ever seen you cater to bulky physiques. It’s an honor (and a testament to the efficacy of Tony Stark’s stupid manipulation) to dress more and more unique souls.

The media buzz has kept you busy enough that all four of your employees have been at work at least six days a week, but that’s also because you were finishing the trimmings of Captain America’s suit for this Gala and fashioning an entirely new gown of your own. People can’t stop talking about the fashionable woman fielding bullets with no training. Lately, the press likes to think of you as the amateur engineer version of Black Widow. You’ve been dubbed the ‘Red Weaver’ by some shitty blog that got traction in the messy aftermath of your show.

You couldn’t really care less. You got to spend that night--and the day after--isolated in the upstairs bubble of your studio with Steve Rogers.

The new nickname, however, gave you the idea for your dress. You knew you would want to compliment Steve’s patriotic palette, but since you’re not very well going to rewear the gown from your show, you’ve leaned into the Red Weaver/Black Widow persona and built an ombre gown. It has a cheeky casualness compared to your date’s formal three-piece, double-breasted, matching overcoat ensemble.

It’s all very fancy and promotable.

In truth, you prefer ‘Button,’ specifically being Steve’s Button, and tonight that is exactly and entirely what you get to be: a button on Cap’s handsome arm.

It’s Hellfire Night.

There’s a crackle of road gravel as the limousine pulls right up to your curb, but you don’t see Steve first. Sam Wilson pops his head and torso out of the sunroof with a beaming white smile.

“Ah yes, the woman of the hour,” he coos before glancing back down into the backseat. “Close your mouth, buddy. You’re gonna swallow a bug.”

You giggle and approach the shiny black car. The door latch opens from the inside.

“You look ama—“

Thud. Steve whacks his head on the door rim trying to step out.

“Oh gosh, are you okay?” You make it to him just as Steve stands up straight on the sidewalk.

It’s easy and instinctive, meant to be, the way his hands settle against your arms and sweep down to hold your delicately gloved hands.

“You’re stunning,” Steve whispers.

A/N: Guys. Guys. I am LITERALLY losing my sh*t over the cuteness in this. You are not prepared. I'm just warning you!

Threadbare Masterlist

[Main Masterlist; Light Masterlist; Ko-Fi]

#sneak peek #threadbare #steve rogers fanfiction #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x reader fluff #steve rogers fluff

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merakiui · 1 year

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You know what I liked most about Azul from your most recent thought? It’s that he’s portrayed with such confidence, such pomposity, you never think twice that he’s rigging everything from the beginning. For roughly 90% of the fic, he’s in so kick control and that’s terrifying.

From that very first interaction at the start, to that stupid bet in the library, Azul has got all the cards in hand. Even if you think there’s a rift between the two of you, no you don’t. He knows how to mix and match vulnerability with strategy and my gosh, it is a sight to behold.

Pathetic Azul is great and all, but one whose mostly in control and will pretend to concede it… I’m thirsty for more.

I do have one thought, though. If darling ever broached the idea of having a beneficial relationship with the twins, would he ever considered it? Darling thought about it once… and I’m pretty sure the twins would love to have fun once in a while.

All in all, wonderful work! It was well worth the wait and in time for the holidays, too.

That’s what is so fun and scary about Azul! He’s a very talented actor and he’s so good at what he does! From the very beginning, you were going to lose. It was only a matter of time. Two months was simply the challenge Azul set for himself in hopes that he’d be able to get you to break the contract terms within those parameters. He knows just what cards to play and when for the most effective outcome. You may think you hold all of this power over him when he whimpers and whines and acts oh-so-pathetic, but the truth is that he’s been in control of the entire situation since the start. He simply directs it on a path befitting his plans.

Azul has had plenty of time to consider a foolproof scheme. He knows exactly what he’s doing when he acts a certain way or says a specific thing. You’re too busy trying to work out what this scheme of his may be, but when he shows you sides of himself that appear genuine (and sometimes are) or vulnerable it chips away at your suspicion. And by doing that, Azul’s able to properly manipulate you to fit in the situation he’s orchestrated.

His overconfidence is what makes him so annoying (and very fun to write) because that sort of ego can quickly get under someone’s skin. While it may make you wary, any sort of suspicion you may harbor quickly vanishes when he goes on about his impeccable memory or observation skills because bragging is more irritating than it is dubious. You’ll forget any hesitations you may have had towards him as things progress because you’ll think you’re getting to know the real Azul, but the real Azul has so many facets—each a card he chooses to play when he thinks the moment is right.

What you think is a whirlwind romance is simply a byproduct of some very potent magic, but you’ll never know that because he’s so charming and sweet. Because he claims to love you (which he does. very much!!), and you’re simply blinded by the results of a potion, unable to truly see his dangers due to the innocent, flowery love you think you share with him. Azul has been cheating the moment he laid eyes on you. He’s assessed who you are as a person, the threats you may pose to him, your strengths and weaknesses, and he’s thought of plenty of ways to manage all of this information so that he can finally have you all to himself. You could never beat him at his game because it’s a game that was set in motion way before you even knew you were a player in it.

As for your question about a beneficial relationship with the twins, I don’t think Azul would be willing to share. He’s been so greedy with you and your time, so he doesn’t want to give any of that up! But a fwb relationship with the twins is something I really want to explore because there are so many interesting dynamics that can be portrayed. Also, a shameless part of me just wants to write eel smut. orz Azul really held back in the recent story, but the tweels would be ruthless in the best of ways.

#twisted chit chat #yandere twst #devintrinidad #thank you so much for reading and enjoying!!!#i hope it can be considered a good holiday gift :D

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Fandom: Steven Universe Rating: Teen Audiences Words: 1.3K~ Summary: His family's not present the third time he runs away... they never see the creature he becomes. Early corruption AU.

Happy New Year folks! I'm working on getting this one going again.

Enjoy! <3

Chapter 19: Masks Upon the Shore

A few whirlwind planning sessions later, Amethyst finds herself slumped against the wall aboard one of the old Roaming Eyes, Garnet and Pearl busy prepping the controls for takeoff. After all their investigative efforts, it’s finally time.

Today, they’re setting out for Mask Island.

Of course… at this point, she strongly doubts this mission’s just gonna be some casual stroll through the Kindergarten, as the saying goes. While they do have a number of aspirational goals in mind— locate Steven, neutralize the threat he’s facing, bring him home— it’s impossible for any of them to fully predict what could happen in this place, what fresh dangers they might discover. Stars, they’re all… so, so lost without him. Garnet’s been of no use in guiding their trajectory as of late, Pearl’s too caught up in the thickets of her own gem over this mess to be of much strategic help, and… and her? Well, hah— clearly she’s not leadership material. She’s far too loudmouthed, too headstrong. She’s way too focused on her own deal half the time to ever fully notice the depths of others’ distress. And that’s exactly what happened with her and Steven, isn’t it? She took him at his word when he said he was fine. She didn’t probe hard enough. He was lost, and hurting, and instead of reaching out in the way he needed back then she pushed him even further away.

Amethyst grinds her hands into fists against the ship’s cool metal interior, completely unsure how to quell all the turbulent, nightmarish what-ifs surging through her thoughts right now. Like what if… what if Steven’s seriously hurt right now, what if he’s cracked and scared and alone, w-what if— oh gosh, what if— this whole time— her horrible theory about self-inflicted corruption has been right on the money? What if he does think he’s a monster? What then? How are they supposed to fix something so intangible, something that they can’t fight?

Ughhh. Geeze, the sheer anxiety bubbling up within her core right now is almost pervasive enough to destabilize her, to entirely rip her projected form apart. This mission’s gonna be a complete and total disaster, isn’t it?

A hand rests itself upon her shoulder, the outline of a triangular faceted gem clear.

“Amethyst.”

Sniffling, she turns her head to meet Garnet’s gaze.

“How are you holding up?” her companion probes, joining her in leaning back against the wall, arms crossed and expression uncertain.

She uses the butt of her palm to wipe away the stray tear that— betraying her better instincts— dares to slip from her eye and slip down her cheek. “If we’re being honest…?” she says, voice quivering. “I’m scared. I’m really, really scared.”

“I am too,” Garnet admits. She lifts the center of her hands to where she can see them, her sight fixed upon the maroon gemstones embedded there, and upon the shimmering wedding bands encircling her ring fingers. “My future vision is worthless right now. For the first time in a long while, I’m walking into this scenario completely blind. I don’t know what we’ll find out there.”

“I just hope we’ll get him back soon…” she whispers, leaning against the familiar contour of her side in a futile hunger for comfort.

Garnet wraps her arm around her shoulder in turn, a rare show of vulnerability. Or at least, rare shown to her.

It’s at this point that the ship lurches off the ground, officially en-route to their destination. Thank goodness. And even better, with the coordinates plugged into the Roaming Eye’s navigation system and the craft’s autopilot functionality, there’s no need for one of them to continuously monitor and fly the ship. It’s a small mercy— one that allows them as much time as they need to reflect on present matters and center themselves for the quest ahead.

With this in mind, Pearl steps away from the main console to join them.

“All right!” she says, clasping her hands together with forged (and already cracking) confidence. “We should go over the plan one final time before we land.”

Amethyst sighs, her whole body curving inwards as she slouches against the wall. Pearl’s right, they need to review their strategies before making ground so they can operate as a true team, but… what good will their antiquated Era 2 battle tactics bring to this third era problem, anyways? This would all be so easy if it were simply some random corrupted Gem, but it’s not, is it?

She can just feel it.

Now’s not the time to dwell on such dour thoughts, though. She has to focus, has to pay attention, or else none of this will work. Every single one of their close friends has put in their full effort to help with this mission, and she can’t let them down.

Peridot and Bismuth worked double time to develop a set of modified barrier axis crystals capable of restraining not only the most powerful Gems, but organic life as well. (Best to prepare for the worst, she always says, hah.) They’re staying behind for now— holding down base at Little Homeworld just in case sudden disaster strikes— but plan to meet up once they’ve contained the immediate situation. Lapis, meanwhile, is circling a wide perimeter around Mask Island in case any hazardous Gem tries to escape.

As far as the humans go, Connie is on a mission to find Lion. (Alas, that feline has an annoying habit of wandering off when they need him most. She’s really not sure how Connie and Steven have put up with it for so long.) Once she receives the ‘go’ signal from one of them, she’ll bring over Greg and possibly her mother, should Steven need any emergency medical care. (That’s assuming they find him, of course.)

And as for Amethyst and Pearl? They’re the strike team… the boots on the sand. Their role is to locate this rumored corrupted Gem— no matter who it may turn out to be— and distract it for long enough that Garnet can lay out all the barrier axis crystals and activate them, trapping the being within an impermeable dome. A theoretically straightforward plan, if it weren’t for the troubling fact that they’re all in varying stages of falling apart.

The Red Eye makes ground. The whole cockpit lurches as the shock absorbers underneath compensate for the abrupt impact. Welp. Here they go. There’s no turning back from here.

Renewed anxiety radiating throughout the deepest facets of her hard light form, she follows the others outside.

Mask Island… isn’t terribly too different from how she remembers it. The water is a warm crystalline blue. The geode-like inclusions in the cliffside glitter under the dim rays of the morning sun. The topography is still lopsided and janked. (The Cluster’s fault… those earthquakes really did a number on the place, huh?) A whole jungle of uncommon, vibrant flora blankets the soil just offshore. It’s not a pretty day by any means— the sky is partially smothered by angry, pinkish grey cloud cover— but it does make for an almost otherworldly impression. It’s often astounding to her that such a vista could exist on Earth and be almost entirely untouched by both Gems and humans alike.

Well, kinda, she thinks with an ever intensifying grimace, as the three of them approach a series of gigantic impressions ground deep into the sand. The imprints are as wide as like… two of Greg’s vans smashed together, and appear to be—

Pearl clamps a quivering palm over her mouth, her exclamation muffled. “I-is that—?”

“Footprints,” Garnet nods. “We’ve found our runaway.”

“Geeze, this thing must have like, ginormous claws,” Amethyst says, hugging her arms tight around her torso. “Are you sure we shouldn’t go grab Bis and Peri for backup first?”

Garnet’s lips part to respond, but before she can utter more than a single syllable a tormented, cacophonous roar blasts from somewhere within the nearby thicket of foliage. Her expression twists with a quiet horror as she gazes beyond, no doubt an emotion that— as their intrepid leader— she’s doing everything within her power to suppress.

“All right,” she calls, summoning her gauntlets. “This is it, Gems. Stay together, and stick to the plan. On your ready—!”

Amethyst swears her whole universe is destabilizing, whirling in dizzy circles around her as the corrupted Gem’s footfalls creep closer and closer. She grits her teeth. There’s just no time left, not anymore. No matter the fears they carry, they must brace their forms to finally face the uncertainty of this present— for their own sanity. For Steven. For the beating heart of the Crystal Gems!

She pulls out her whip, falling into a defensive stance as the gargantuan creature rises from amidst the trees.

Ready or not, their future starts now.

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