#para; burning from both ends

[juleswrites223]

The Good, The Bad, and the Undead

Season 1: Episode 3

Context: The truth is out. You have to leave your humble abode behind. You run into a figure of your past, who was thought to be long dead.

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"FERNANDO" You call out as you walk towards the man who has just arrived on his motorcycle, "We need to talk."

He all but grunts, he knows this conversation is inevitable, it must happen. After all, Fernando knows that you deserve to know the truth, he knows that even though you're young, you are smart and capable.

"Alright, can't keep you in the dark forever. Vayamos adentro (Let's go inside)." Fernando says.

Carlos and Charles are also called inside, as their sparring lesson comes to an end. You are all seated on the dining table, a thick air of tension is in the atmosphere, just waiting to be cut by someone. Fernando takes that step and begins,

"I have been telling you all the half truth." He pauses then continues, "Every time I go out, there have been more and more of these monsters, around our perimeter. We may need to leave soon or we'll be overrun."

You did have a rising suspicion that this may be the case but hearing it, you felt your stomach drop and disappointment seep in. You finally thought you wouldn't have to move anymore, finally a place you could call home. Should've known that in this world, home is nothing but a distant dream, you thought to yourself.

"Carlos, llévalos y sal a hacer compras, yo empacaré todas las municiones y cosas necesarias para el camino y será mejor que nos pongamos en marcha pronto (Carlos, take them and go out for a grocery run, i'll pack all ammo and stuff needed for the road and we better get moving soon)." Fernando instructs Carlos as you sit still thinking, mentally preparing yourself for the exhaustion that is to come in these days of travelling, reminiscing the horrifying memories of when you were on your own, fighting to survive and barely making it, if the two spanish men hadn't found you.

A tap on your arm gets you back to reality, it's Charles. He seems to notice your mood and the anxious look on your face. While Carlos goes to prepare the car and Fernando gone to pack all essentials for the road, you two are the only ones left at the table.

"You okay?" Charles asks you tentatively.

"I..." You are at a loss for words. You honestly don't know if you are okay. "I am just so tired Charles. I was by myself for quite some time moving from place to place in some hope of finding someone alive. I would have died if they had not found me."

"Listening to you, I can't help think of what my little brother is going through. Hell I don't even know if he's alive, I just want to find him." Charles says wearily, putting his head in his hands.

You put your hand on his back soothingly and envelope him in a hug, in hopes of comforting him. Before you can say something, you're interrupted by Carlos, "Get ready. We have to leave so-" He pauses a moment analysing the position you and Charles are in,"Am I interrupting something?" He says through gritted teeth in hopes of hiding his burning jealousy.

You guys part and get up from your chairs. "I'll get my sword." You say as you leave the two men alone, with tension brewing in the air to which you are oblivious to. As you take your katana and come downstairs to see the two men still waiting.

The car is so silent and you can definitely sense the tension between the two men now.

"Soooo..." You begin but you're not sure of what to say.

"So?" They both say at the same time.

"Do you reckon we'll run into someone alive on the road?" You ask.

Carlos speaks up first, "It would be unlikely, if people are alive they would likely be hiding. I mean no one would be stupid enough to be roaming around."

You and Charles silently agree to his words. They're likely dead or zombies, you both think dejectedly to yourselves.

As you arrive to the desolate gas station, while Carlos is keeping watch and filling up gas in the car, you and Charles go inside to scavenge for food items.

When you're done, you suddenly hear a some commotion outside. You guys carefully go outside to find Carlos with a gun pointed towards him, the man, with shoulder length blond hair who is pointing the gun, has his back faced to you. You indicate to Charles to pull out his gun but stay hidden as you quickly pull out your katana, tread lightly towards the man and place the sharp blade right in front of neck, lightly nicking the man's throat.

"If you even attempt to move, I will slice your throat." You threaten the man.

He seems to be muttering something in german and you get a strong sense of familiarity from this man.

You feel as though you know him but how?

"Schatz is that you?" The man says.

Your eyes widen, there's only one man who calls you that, a man you thought was long dead.

"Seb?" That's all you can say as you drop your sword on the ground.

The man, Seb, turns around and you quickly envelop him in a hug. He reciprocates the action. You start to break down and soak his blue shirt with your tears. While Charles comes out of his hiding place, he and Carlos both are staring at you and this Seb.

Who is this man and what is his relation with you?

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[writingbyshiloh]

Cautious yet Optimistic and Graceful Part 2

Part 1 & Part 3

CW: Morally gray reader, F!Reader, John Wick-type universe (ie, killing, the reader thinks about past injuries from fights. training not descriptive). Not smut but suggestive thinking from both Vincent and the reader, mutual pinning, and worldbuilding but no description of the reader. Smoking, a nonsexual cigarette burn on the reader, brief drinking. MAYBE OCs (Fictional staff for the fictional hotel). NO BETA

Summary: The Marquis de Gramont still annoys you. But he needs help from you(r hotel). Like a good manager, you help. 

AN: PART 2 everyone!!! Thank u for the likes/comments/reblogs! This takes place a few months after part 1. IDEK if this is ooc the man had like 30 minutes of screen time overall and I’ve been writing this for a week. I read it a few times for spelling but something got messed up copy and pasting and a para or 2 got dropped. Part 3 will be out ???? soon(ish)

Something about today had his words bouncing around in your head. Out of all the ways to describe someone, he narrowed it down to three (well technically he used six). 

Cautious. Sure, you can see that. Out of a love of being alive, you tried not to take any unnecessary risks in your fighting days. You also tried to avoid having a marker whenever you could. There was one in existence with your blood on it. A favour for someone you thought was a friend. You held up your end, the bloody fingerprint stored in the New York Continental as proof. 

Optimistic. That also makes sense. You actually enjoy what you do, loving being part of the criminal underworld before and now. You haven't been the manager for too long but would already die for this hotel. 

The part that was throwing you was graceful. You didn't think you were that graceful physically. You have scars to prove that you've taken a hit, slash, or burn many times. Did he mean gracefully with people? Camille did so much for the hotel, you just deal with regular hotel things (like getting Monument Historique status for a collection of French weapons, take that, Vincent). The other part was implanting rules from the high table. Maybe just being graceful and polite when you were resisting the urge to claw your eyes out. 

It could also be flirting. You felt he wasn't the type to hit on someone out of the blue. Sure he was smart and confident, but it seemed like too big a risk for him to take. Unless he is just a playboy, which is something you find yourself tempted to google twice a day. 

You would rather die than admit it, but you almost like when he called you Mademoiselle. Almost. It was like a nickname, plus it brought out his accent more. When you found yourself enjoying.

To make things worse Camielle caught on to your crush immediately. While embarrassing, it did show how clever she was and you were glad she was the concierge. Her knowing also gave you an excuse to just tell Vincent your direct number, so Camille would stop reminding you how frequently he called.

You love the bar in the hotel. It is beautiful, decorated in an Art Nouveau style, with large windows allowing for the sun to filter in during the day. You were almost pleased that Vincent asked to meet you there, allowing you to subtly show off your business. 

Finding him at the bar wasn’t hard, no one else was wearing a dark green three-piece suit, complete with a complexly tied tie and their coat of arms pin. He looks good but tense, one long leg crossed over the other. Plus, you could see Chidi and another guard in their gray suits keeping an eye. You were thankful that you took extra time this morning on your outfit. 

You slid into the chair next to him, after shaking a few hands with other big names down in the bar for a late-night drink. 

“I hear you have a problem.” You say, while not knowing the full details, just that he wanted to meet you in the bar and something was wrong. It kicked your heartbeat up, even if you only told yourself it was the stress of him being here. 

“Correct.”. 

“I’m sure you know because of your love of rules, but I can only help those who are using the hotel services.” 

You didn't care that much, and would absolutely bend the rules to do him a favour, but couldn't resist a chance to get a dig in.

The Marquis pulls out two gold coins and slides them across to the bartender. He orders a top-shelf spirit before his eyes cut to you. Now he's buying you a drink in your own hotel. You would want him to buy you a drink in a different situation but at least he didn't order for you. That may cause you to actually kill him.  

Clearing your throat you order your usual, quietly thanking the bartender when the drink was placed in front of you. 

The bar wasn't loud, but he dropped his head towards you so you could hear him better and to give the conversation some privacy. 

“You have a cartographer here, no?”

You nodded. The cartographer is excellent. He had blueprints for buildings past and present, as well as the catacombs. He also had knowledge and keys to abandoned buildings if something had to be desponded and not be found. 

“How soon do you need him?” While one of the best, he was away for his daughter's wedding

“Tonight.” 

You took a small sip of your drink. You could probably get the information he was looking but you wouldn't be as efficient. 

“While we do have a cartographer, he's gone to a family event. If your plans are that urgent I can try my best to fill in.” 

Content with your answers, Vincent leaned back into his seat taking a swig of his drink. You took the finishing sip of yours before pushing out of your chair. 

“I have spare keys in my office. I’ll meet you back here in five.” 

For how commanding and prideful he is, you never expected him to need the services from your hotel.

The maps room was fairly boring. Three out of the four walls were filled with lockboxes to various maps. Blueprints, and documents for France and even some other countries nearby. 

“Are these your beloved catacombs?” The Marquis asks, studying the paper taped to the wall. You asked the map maker for more information and for ideas on what you could do with them. 

You hum in agreement, deep down thrilled that he remembered such a small part of your conversation ages ago. 

Your eyes jump over the numbered lock boxes in front of you, trying to find the one he needs. 

You half expected him to help you pull out maps and building plans, a blend of chivalry, showing off his height, and getting under your skin. He didn’t, letting you struggle with the lock instead. 

Vincent knew he should help you, but the way your back was arched as you tried to open one of the lockboxes out of the dozens was more interesting. His gaze moved over your legs, before looking at your ass in your skirt. 

Feeling the lock give a turn to the side, you peek inside the box to make sure the plans were there. Hand sliding in, you pulled the thin tube out, double-checking the label on the front to make sure it is the one you need. Leaving the box unlocked you turn to face Vincent, a triumphant grin on your face.

Maybe your grin and pride in getting the correct documents were a bit unprofessional but he didn't care. Not since the small room amplified the smell of your perfume and how the spent the better part of the last five minutes checking out your legs. 

Uncapping the tube, you pulled out the blueprints and spread them on the backlist glass table in front of you.

“Here are your prints,” you state awkwardly. You're not sure why he needs them, and why he personally came here. Chidi is keeping guard outside the map room, despite you repeating the hotel policy of no business. 

The Marquis nods in response already focusing on the table. You flatten a small map from the tube in case he needs context on the area. Not likely since he already knows what to look for, proven by his notebook and the constant sound of his pen against the paper taking notes. 

Watching him study the map may have been alright at first, but three hours later you are tired. There are only so many times you can look at his hair and wonder if he would get mad if you run your hands through, or gently tug it. Or what his hands would feel like, especially with his signet ring. 

The grandfather clock tells you that it's only 2:36 am but you feel like it's later. Even Vincent looks slightly less than perfect, hair falling out of place from where he had gelled it that morning.

He is a guest of your hotel so you're going to keep helping him no matter how long he stays. Just with a bit less optimism. 

“Mademoiselle?” Your eyes snap to his face at the sound of his voice, pulling you from your thoughts. 

“You look tired. You should go to bed,” he comments. 

Wow. Thanks, you think. 

“I’m okay. I’m happy to stay here as long as you need,” you say while hoping he leaves soon. “How are the plans going? The cartographer can help you with the finer details when he gets back.” 

“That is not necessary. I have all I need here.” He slowly stretches and starts to stand. You never considered it but being hunched over the table must have been hell on his back given his above-average height. Finally seeing your chance to go to bed, you quickly make it over to the door, opening it for him. 

“Merci, again.” He thanks you as if this is not your job. 

“Do you want me to walk you to the main door?” You have all your floor plans memorized. 

“We are fine.” He replies. 

He looks at you and you can't read his expression. He's less tense, obviously getting what he needed from the plans. 

“The high table did a good job making you the manager.” 

You feel pride swell in your chest, despite the exhaustion you feel behind your eyes. 

“Bonne nuit, Mademoiselle” 

“Bonne nuit. Bon matin.” You quietly wish him as he leaves, wasting no time putting the plans away and locking the map room door. 

You let out another exhaust of bitter smoke, watching it curl away on the cool night air. You didn't start smoking in Paris, but dropped and picked the habit a few times.

“Fumes-tu, Mademoiselle?” a voice behind you makes you flinch. You didn’t tell anyone that you have a secret smoking place, let alone that you went out to smoke. 

You spin around before relaxing at the sight of the Marquis, clad in a dark suit, his signature pin on the lapel reflecting the light. 

You nod, before realizing he probably can't see you well under the lights in the alcove. He is by your side quickly, long legs carrying him the short distance. 

You tip your head to the small table, where your rolling papers, tobacco and other smoking paraphernalia sit in a silent offer. Vincent looks at the table before facing you again. Guess he's too fancy to smoke you assume while taking a drag.

You turn your head to blow out more smoke, careful not to blow it in this direction, a hard feat considering he was extremely close to you. The smell of his cologne drifted under the smell of smoke. 

You move your cigarette down and out to the side, fully ready to see why the Marquis interrupted you. Watching his face, his eyes dipped down to your lips and then back to your eyes almost a silent asking. The smooth and sophisticated era was still there but there was uncertainty under it. 

You slowly leaned closer, not wanting to make the first move, but you want this to happen. He hand-cupped your face, the cool metal of the ring nice as he shifted closer, leaving a small gap for you to make the final push to kiss him. Just a few more inches and then -

Pain. A sharp burning pain on your pinky finger. 

You jerk back, trying to examine what happened. Your cigarette slipped while you were distracted and the glowing embers of the end dropped only to land on your pinky. 

“Shit. Sorry,” you apologize, letting out a nervous huff of a laugh while holding up your burn. The Marquis was unreadable, hand withdrawn. Does he think you rejected him? 

He reaches for your wrist and you let him take it. Slowly he brings your hand up to the outdoor lamp to inspect your burn. The stinging has subsided but you are sure the flesh is a bit swollen. 

With his free hand, he takes the offending cigarette and brings it to his lips. You can't help but stare, cigarette burns long forgotten as you watch him take a deep inhale, before exhaling over your head, so no smoke blows in your face. Part of you regret not making the final push to kiss him, while another hopes he takes another puff. 

Vincent brings your cigarette down to examine it in better lighting before placing it back in your hand, still firmly in his grasp. 

“It is not a well-rolled cigarette. It is too tight.”

There it is you think. The classic Vincent snark. But you secretly hope he rolls one so you can watch his hands and watch him smoke it. 

“You don’t have to smoke it.” 

“I just wanted to give you this.” He reaches into his suitcoat pocket, retrieving a white envelope. His hands brush yours while you grab it. 

You know his handwriting from the time with him in the map room, and you could easily tell he wrote your name on the front. 

“Thank you?” you weren't sure what was inside but you were being all the things he described you as. 

“I will go, and let you read it.” 

You watch him leave, thoughts racing too fast to try and save the situation.

Do you call out after him? Does he think you rejected him? Maybe not because he still gave you the envelope. 

You ash your cigarette before collecting your things and going back to your office. Maybe things would make more sense there.

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[leclsrc]

heyy, could u write the "resting the head on their shoulder" prompt? or the five fights, whatever u prefer 🩷

last anon was for charles, sorry! 🩷

felt the rush – cl16

genre: fluff (no bluff. like dont b fooled this is not angst for once..!), slight nsfw tonesss, sainz!reader

auds here… multitasked & combined like 3 reqs to make this omds… so it runs a tad long. title from this

send for the five times they almost get into a fight and the one time they do.

You squeak when you exit your closet, still in the middle of zipping up your dress. “What are you doing here?!”

Charles is lying on your bed, wearing your robe that looks entirely too tight on him and makes him look like a stripper, eating a chunk of chocolate. He spots you and gets up quickly, before you can utter another word—before he gets any nearer, you raise a stiff hand.

“Step any closer and I’ll yell.”

“You’re no fun.” He pops the chocolate into his mouth. “I like your dress. And new nail colour?”

It’s a Dior dress. And deep red. “We’re supposed to be avoiding each other,” you retort instead, rolling your eyes. If the last few times you’d almost been caught being fucked within an inch of your life by your brother’s teammate were any indication, the sneaking around was getting too risky to bear for either of you.

“Like I said! You’re no fun.” Charles tuts.

“Well, a sex fast isn’t supposed to be fun, tonto.” You tap your pointer finger against the temple of your head. “Think about it. It’s supposed to be effective.”

“The real effective thing is…” he hums, murmuring something in Italian, lost momentarily in thought.

You clear your throat. “Yeah, the real effective thing is you wearing my robe. You look like my abuela.”

He haughtily crosses his arms. “I was going to say that the method that’s most effective is just having sex until neither of us can.”

An irritated (but still as beautiful, he thinks) face stares him down, despite the height difference. “I am not getting an STD.”

“They say too much of anything is bad for you,” he elaborates. “The more sex we have, the less we’ll end up wanting each other.” He nears you, lips curling into a teasing smile. “You know this is a good idea.”

The logic is so stupid it seems to work, but before you can even voice assent, your maid Bianca pushes the door open, her eyes wide with the reaction that comes from evident eavesdropping. “No! Miss, no. Él es malo para ti. Carlito se pondrá furioso!”

You squeeze your eyes shut, letting the voice of reason wash over you. Before this escalates into a fight even further, you resolve it yourself. “Get out. And take off my robe, abuela.”

—

How things came to be with him, you can barely even remember. It started when he became teammates with your brother, and all of a sudden everything was confusingly imprecise, a mess of sex and alcohol and bad decisions, quickly followed by kisses and cuddles and sweet moments. You can’t even blame yourself for not being able to label the relationship, even having to consult Bianca to help out (to no avail).

But whatever the relationship is, you know Carlos won’t be happy if he finds out there’s something between you and Charles. Charles, who is buckling his belt and picking up a bundle of lace from the floor. You adjust your tiny skirt, eye his hand, make a dive for your underwear. But he’s quicker, making sure you can’t reach them.

“Give them back,” you demand firmly. “Those cost 200 euros.”

“For this?” He dangles the flimsy material in between you both. “This is like a scrap of fabric. Well, they are very pretty. Though not as pretty as what’s undern—”

“Shut up!” Your face burns with embarrassment and irritation, hands still fruitlessly attempting to grab the panties from his. “You’re so annoying.”

“I will shut up,” he says, “and you and I can stop fighting like this, if you just let me keep them.”

“Perv.” You cross your arms, eyebrows arched.

He pockets them, watches you remain quiet but annoyed. “See? Fight resolved, principessa.” He pecks a quick kiss to your cheek and you gasp with surprise as he ducks out of your hotel room.

—

You’re watching the race when Charles gets P1 and your brother gets P2. Reasonably, the garage is bubbling with excitement and alcohol, your and Charles’ families join the throng on the paddock congratulating them both for a race well done.

Somewhere in the middle of celebrations you’re pulled into an empty closet, populated only by oil and cleaning supplies, feverish kisses pressed all over your neck. You gasp into his mouth, hurried by his hands sneaking up your dress. “Careful with the”—you gasp, his lips against your inner thigh—“dress, it’s Hermés.” He nods.

“I—” You pause, breath hitching. “I saw on F1 Gossip, you have a new girlfriend.” The image of her selfie flashes white hot in your head and you roll your eyes.

“Rumors.” Charles grunts irritably, burying his face in between your tits.

You knot lithe fingers into his fluffy hair, pull him toward your face so you can let him kiss you again. It moves fast, like all your trysts do. “You follow her,” you pant after two kisses, “you follow her on Instagram.” Your legs wrap loosely around him, your hips bucking up to seek friction. 

There is a silent question hanging like rain clouds over both your heads: why are you so worked up? After all, hadn’t you both agreed to keep labels off the relationship? Still, you’re petty, a bit jealous, and the emotions incite your best detective tendencies. He just makes disapproving noises, moving onto his knees to lift the hem of your already short dress higher.

His eyes meet yours, fingers at the waistband of your panties. Clearly you refuse to let the issue die. “We’re just friends,” he says.

“And I’m just a teammate’s sister,” you quip sharply. “No sex. Until I get the truth.”

He laughs against your thigh, shaking his head as he stands up. “You overreact. You are jealous.”

“I’m not.” You insist petulantly, crossing your arms over your chest because you can feel his eyes flickering toward it. “Spill!”

To shut down the pending fight, he does. “We really are just friends—fans need drama. You’re my only principessa, okay?” He presses a kiss to your cheek. “I’ll fuck you another time.”

Despite yourself, you ask: “Promise?”

—

“Te gusta él,” Bianca says when she’s depositing your clean laundry into your wardrobe. You bite on a chocolate, stockings-clad legs bending as you adjust yourself on your bed to answer her statement.

“Qué quieres decir?” You pause, angry. “Bianca, you’re going crazy. I don’t like Charles, for your information. It’d be wrong. Do you have any idea how angry Carlos would be?”

Shame and anxiety boil low in your stomach. She tuts and right as she’s exiting—“I never even said his name, amor.”

—

You realize things have changed when he’s helping you clasp your bra back on and kissing you the entire time. When you’re whispering good luck to him before he’s off to race, in your illicit hiding places. When he kisses not your lips, not your neck or cheek—but your forehead, the small of your back, your shoulder. 

When you can successfully pull off telepathic conversations, across meeting halls or dining tables. What are you doing later? I’ll text you my room. Okay. Stop staring. No, you. Want a drink? Wanna sneak off? It’s a talent, a skill you’ve honed from the periods of secret sex.

You’re laughing into his mouth, brushing your hair into a neater mess, when someone knocks on the bathroom door. “Hello?” Carlos calls.

Your eyes widen. Let me do the talking. 

Okay. He nods briefly.  “Just a minute!” You both yell, at the same time. And you’re fucked. So is the telepathy, apparently.

Carlos pushes the flimsy lock open, enters with a bewildered expression on his face—one belonging to perhaps the only clueless person in the entire garage; nay, the entire fucking paddock. All at once, random expletives and questions leave him in Spanish, but you answer just as quickly, and the whole thing escalates into a quickfire question and answer.

“You stay away from my sister.” He points at his teammate, aghast. “Ella es mi hermana pequeña! Ay, dios mio. Ay! You’re a man-whore. A man-whore—!”

Ten minutes later they’re reluctantly getting along, both sipping water to calm them down. The anger is replaced by awkwardness at that point, and you’re in the thick of it, reassuring your brother in calm tones to make sure he doesn’t start throwing around the word man-whore ever again. After his brief burst of frustration that Bianca got to know before he did, he eventually quiets down himself.

“So?” Carlos asks, shrugging. “Qué tipo de relación tienes?” He cocks his head to the side, gesturing to the awkward Charles a few feet away. It’s a loaded question, one you’ve asked yourself a million times since you started fooling around. You’d felt something then, and God if you don’t feel it all now, a rush of emotion when you see him across the garage or pressed up against you in ratty closets.

The connection might’ve been hasty, spontaneous, illicit, but it will always remain there even if you try to deny it. So even if it’s difficult to admit—you know the answer. It’s so easy you could answer Carlos’ question in your sleep. You could tell him how often you think of Charles, how sweet he is, how his kisses stick themselves onto you like invisible lovebites, and how you hope you’ll never stop thinking and feeling. But for now, one label is enough.

You stare, and Charles smiles. “He’s my boyfriend.” 

[milawritesstuff]

I want Y/N and Pedri. Him seeing her on his game, they took picture after, they chat and tease each other after taking picture, him being stupid not to ask for a name and than him looking for her all night on instagram. Finally finding her and then exchanging messages and them having a date at his place 🥰

A/N: I forgot I had some drafts ready to go lol … I have one more saved which I might post tomorrow. Enjoy!!

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The match had just ended. It was Pedri's first match since he had suffered an injury about two months prior. You had showed up to Camp Nou every match since, hoping he would soon be better and you could see his magic on the field. You tried to rush towards the lowest point in the stands possible to get a picture with him but the security guards stopped you as you pulled your little sister behind you.

-Es para la niña.- It's for the little girl, you said in hopes they would let you go through. You knew they were nicer to kids wanting pictures and autographs than to grown women wanting a picture with their favorite footballers. The security guard stared at you and then looked behind at your little sister, both of you wearing the number 8 jersey.

-Wait.- He said as people continued to leave the stands and walk out of the stadium. Finally the guard looked at you and nodded. - Vamos, but make it fast.- He said.

You ran down to the edge of the seats and yelled for Pedri who was one of the last ones walking back towards the tunnels. You put your little sister in front of you and had her yell to get his attention. The dark haired boy saw the two of you and smiled waving to let you know he would be there soon, but before going to the other end of the tunnel and signing some shirts and taking other pictures.

-Hola.- He said to your little sister and he high fived her with a huge smile. You smiled at him and asked if he could take a picture with her. He agreed. She asked if he could sign her jersey which he did but had difficulty because she couldn't take it off. He gave her back the marker and then he looked up at you.

-Una foto con la hermana también?- One picture with the sister, too?  You said as you handed your phone to your little sister and walked towards him. He chuckled. -Una hermana guapa- A pretty sister.- he said as you stood next to him and smiled for the picture. You felt your cheeks begin to burn as a response to his words.

-Good thing you didn't say she's your daughter.- He commented as you stood in front of him. You laughed. -I'm too young for kids.- You responded as he shook his head.

In a sudden wave of confidence you continued ... -But I can practice making them.- He looked at you with his eyes wide open and the two of you began to laugh uncontrollably. 

-I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that.- You said as he stared at you with a smile.

-No, don't worry about it.- He said.

-Good game, Pedri. It was nice to see you back. Now we have someone who can control Gavi again.- 

He laughed. -I'm glad to be back. Although I'm not sure anyone can control him.-

He stood there staring into your eyes. You felt butterflies in your stomach because his stare was intense. It felt comfortable talking to him, almost as if you had known him your whole life. Although there were still fans walking out and music blasting through the stadium speakers, this felt like your moment. A moment of silence as the two of you felt something undescribable.

-Can you sign my jersey?- You said interrupting the moment. He agreed and you began to pull your jersey up to give it to him when you felt his hands stop yours. -Keep it on.- He said as he grabbed the marker from your little sister and he began to leave his autograph on the upper part of your chest. Your heartbeat was racing and he could feel it. Your hard breathing caused by how close he was, hitting his arm.

-Estas bien?- Are you okay? He asked with a smirk which caused you to roll your eyes.

-Es que eres tan guapo, no me puedo controlar.- It's just that you are so handsome, I can't control myself. You said in a sarcastic tone as you raised your eyebrows and began to laugh. He chuckled and shook his head. -You know how to keep me humble, niñata.- He said as he put the top back on the marker and handed it to your little sister.

-Gracias, feo.- You responded as he began to walk away. He turned to look at you one more time before entering the tunnel and offered you a smile with a wink giving you butterflies in your stomach.

You and your little sister headed home, you with a huge smile on your face from the interaction with Pedri. -He's handsome, why did you call him feo?- Your little sister asked as the two of you walked into the metro. You laughed and looked over at her. - He called me as spoiled brat.- She shook her head. -I'm probably more mature than the both of you.-

Meanwhile at home Pedri continued to look through instagram, thinking of your laugh. As soon as he had entered the tunnel he rushed back to get your name but you were long gone. He wanted a name to your face, to your laugh, to the butterflies in his stomach after talking to you.

He knew you would, hopefully, eventually post on instagram but as he continued to look at everything people were tagging him his hope began to dry out. It wasn't you. Your sister and you arrived home and you put her to bed while you went to your room and began to work on homework for uni. It was around 1am when you finally gave up because you couldn't concentrate. You picked up your phone and looked at the picture your little sister had taken of the two of you. You smiled at how he looked at you the moments prior to the final picture. Finally deciding to post it on your instagram.

Por fin se me ha dado conocer a este feo. I was finally able to meet this ugly guy.

You posted the picture with the funny caption and your friends all began to comment. You laughed at the different comments as you felt your heart stop and you saw someone had messaged you.

P : I've been waiting for you to post this, niñata. What took so long.

Y/N: You know the world doesn't revolve around you, right?

P: It doesn't?  You rolled your eyes as you read his messages and chuckled.

Y/N: Are you stalking me now? How the tables have turned.

P: Are you confessing to stalking me?

Y/N: I wouldn't call it stalking, more like gentle following. He chuckled as he read your messages in his bed, the light of his screen being the only thing that shined in the dark room.

P:  This might be random but, would my stalker like to go out on a date?

Y/N: You're willing to go out with a niñata?

P: If you're willing to go out with a feo.

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𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 || 𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐀 𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐒𝐎

pairing: alessia russo x reader

request: ‘can you do some angst with russo? but like...stomach drop angst. and r is bff with very protective a ona? please.. thank you.’

summary: the one where it all goes wrong

warnings: the ‘L-bomb’, fluff, angst, the occasional swear word, established relationship

word count: 6k

a/n: welcome to the rollercoaster of emotions. everyone boarding this ride please be prepared for the angst and fluff throughout but ultimately, a not so happy ending

woso masterlist | next part

The rising sun cast a rosy hue across the morning sky of Manchester, peeking through the blinds of your bedroom where you were currently sleeping. Reaching out in your sleep, you noticed the missing presence beside you.

You tapped around haphazardly, waking up fully when all you could feel was the cold sheets from where your girlfriend once was. Your eyes fluttered open, face scrunching up as you were hit by the morning light.

Rubbing the sleep from your eyes you rolled onto your back, looking up at the ceiling. Letting out a content sigh as you stretched your limbs before you sat up to look at the time on your phone.

Groaning slightly at the realisation that it was only half seven in the morning you stood yourself up and trudged to the kitchen, phone in hand, hoping to find your girlfriend.

Walking into the kitchen you were soon hit by the strong smell of coffee. Placing your phone on the counter, you sneaked up behind Alessia and gently wrapped your arms around her waist, swaying the two of you from side to side.

“Morning, love.” You said, pressing a kiss to the top of Alessia’s head, voice still a little groggy due to just waking up.

“Sleep well?” Alessia asked, turning around in your hold, wrapping her arms around your shoulders as the two of you continued to sway without any music.

“Yeah, you?” You questioned, placing a quick peck to Alessia’s lips, a smile adorning both of your faces.

“Mhm.” Alessia nodded, resting her head in the crook of your neck.

The two of you were surrounded in your little bubble, completely forgetting that Alessia was making breakfast before the smell of burning flooded both your senses.

Alessia quickly got out of your hold, desperately trying to salvage whatever she could but it was no use.

“This is what happens when you're in the kitchen.” Alessia said, pointing a spatula in your direction.

“I’m not the one cooking.” You smiled, raising your hands in defence.

“You’re a distraction.” Alessia huffed as she walked towards you, taking a hold of your hands, wrapping them around herself.

“How about I cook us something?” You wondered, pressing a kiss to the crown of her head.

Feeling Alessia nod into your chest you chuckled before bending down to pick her up. Alessia lets out a small yelp at the unexpected action and is quick to wrap her legs around your waist.

Walking over to the kitchen counter, you set Alessia down beside your phone before you went to rummage for something to make breakfast. You soon came to a decision to make a full english and you were quick to get to work.

Alessia watched on as you moved around the kitchen expertly, preparing all the food. She was soon brought out of her trance when your phone rang from beside her.

“Ona’s calling you.” Alessia said, holding your phone out to you.

“You can answer it.” You smiled, placing some bacon into a pan, watching as it sizzled.

Alessia gave you a small okay before answering Ona’s face time call.

“Y/n! I found the perfect r-” Ona quickly cut herself off upon seeing Alessia’s face instead of yours. “Oh, hola Alessia.”

“Hey, you alright?” Alessia asked, chuckling at the confused face of your best friend.

“Yeah, all good.” Ona smiled.

“What was it that you were going to say?”

“Oh, it's no big deal, really.” Ona spoke.

“You alright, Ona?” You questioned, resting your head on Alessia’s shoulder.

“Casi le conté a Alessia tu secreto, así que no, no estoy bien. Casi arruiné todo para ti.” Ona rambled.

“What was that?” Alessia asked, tilting her head to the side out of confusion.

“Nothing to worry about.” You said quickly, gently taking your phone from Alessia and walking into the living room.

“Lo siento. I didn’t-” Ona started.

“It’s fine, Ona, seriously. She doesn’t know. I’ll call you later, okay? We can talk about it then.”

“Sí, sí. Okay, speak to you later.”

“Bye, Ona.” You chuckled as you ended the call.

“So, what don’t I know?” Alessia wondered as she rested against the doorframe.

“Oh, Jesus, Less. You scared the shit out of me.” You jumped, looking up from your phone and at the woman in front of you.

“Don’t dodge the question.”

“It’s a surprise.” You shrugged, placing your phone on the coffee table before walking passed the blonde forward and back into the kitchen.

“Fine, I'll drop it for now.” Alessia mumbled as she followed after you.

“There's nothing to worry about.” You smiled as you plated the breakfast for the two of you.

“Okay.” Alessia whispered.

You took a hold of both your plates and brought them into the living room, setting them down on the coffee table. Turning on the tv, you quickly nipped back into the kitchen to get some cutlery and once you returned you saw a sour look on Alessia’s face.

“What’s up?” You asked, sitting beside the blonde, placing her cutlery beside her plate and the same for yourself.

“You tell me.” Alessia said, crossing her arms, leaning back.

“I don’t know?” You said, huffing out a laugh. “I really don’t.”

“You either tell me what it is you’re doing or we are both going to seriously fall out.” Alessia stated, giving you a look.

“Less-” You tried.

“Don’t call me that.” Alessia cut you off.

“Wha-? I don’t-? Why are you acting like this?” You tripped over your words, confused as to why Alessia was acting like this.

“I want to know what you’re hiding.” Alessia spoke.

“I’m not hiding anything?” You said, trying to think of what could’ve happened in the short span of time from when you left her to go to the kitchen to then come back right after.

“No?” Alessia said rhetorically.

“No.” You said, shaking your head.

“So why did you change your phone password?” Alessia asked.

“I-” You mumbled.

“Are you cheating on me?” Alessia questioned, voice quivering.

“What?” You mumbled, stunned. Voice cracking at the thought of Alessia thinking you were cheating on her.

“Are you?” Alessia asked again, standing up from the sofa to pace around the living room.

You watch as she puts her hands in her hair, seeing the tears brimming her eyes, how her lip begins to quiver.

“Less-” You tried again.

“I said don’t call me that.” Alessia cut you off, pointing at you, stopping her pacing.

“Alessia.” You said softly and cautiously, getting up off the sofa as well, making your way to the blonde, however, she backed away from any of your advances.

“Answer the question.” Alessia demanded.

“I’m not cheating on you.” You said, looking straight into her eyes, still making your way towards her.

“Then why-?” Alessia said quietly, almost as if she didn't believe you.

“I told you, it’s a surprise.” You said softly, getting closer to Alessia so you were able to place your hands on her shoulders.

“I’m sorry.” Alessia mumbled, looking down at the floor, ashamed for accusing you of such a thing.

“It’s okay.” You smiled, pulling her into your embrace.

“I just-”

“It doesn’t matter, okay? I love you and nobody else.”

“I love you too.”

“I’d never cheat on you, I promise.” You said. “How about we have our breakfast now?”

“That sounds like a good plan.” Alessia said as she let out a teary chuckle.

Upon hearing Alessia sniffle, you gently pushed her back and out of your embrace, cradling her head in your hands, you used the pads of your thumbs to wipe away any stray tears that fell from her eyes.

“I love you.” You said quietly, watching as Alessia’s face lit up at the eight letter sentence.

You placed a kiss on her forehead before you sat back down on the sofa, Alessia snuggling up into your side. The two of you tucked into your breakfast as you watched the movie playing on the tv.

As you both watched the movie the two of you finally finishing up your breakfast you found yourself mindlessly drawing patterns and shapes up and down Alessia’s side. Enjoying the tranquillity after your little hiccup, you felt Alessia’s grip around you tighten.

“I’m sorry, I am so sorry.” Alessia mumbled, repeating the same sentence over and over again.

“It’s okay, I'm sorry I made you feel that way.” You said, pulling the blonde forward closer to you.

“I don’t know what I'd do without you.” Alessia quietly admitted.

“I’m not going anywhere anytime soon.” You smiled, pressing a kiss to the top of the blonde’s head.

“I love you.”

“I love you too, now how about we forget this ever happened and think about what’s happening these upcoming days?” You suggested.

“Yeah, okay.” Alessia smiled.

“So, what's on our agenda?” You asked, smiling at how Alessia has perked back up again.

“I thought we could have a chilled day today and tomorrow, maybe go shopping then on sunday we can invite the girls around?”

“That sounds good, so today is a chilled one, saturday is shopping then sunday is with the girls, got it.” You repeated Alessia’s words, confirming with a little nod.

As exactly what Alessia said, the rest of the day was a completely relaxed one. The two of you just stayed cuddled up on the sofa watching movies, having a couple make out sessions here and there but not going any further than that. Just enjoying the time you spent together. Never wanting the moment between you to end.

As the day soon became night, you decided to speak to Ona to talk about what happened that morning. As another movie came to an end you noticed Alessia’s evened out breaths, signalling that she was asleep.

As delicately as you could, you moved the blonde from on top of you and moved from underneath her. You made sure she was in a comfortable position before you left the blonde and walked into your bedroom to call Ona.

“Hey, Ona.” You smiled seeing your best friend’s face pop up on the screen of your phone.

“Hola, y/n.” The Spaniard replied.

“Sorry about earlier, we were in the kitchen making breakfast.” You apologised, rubbing the back of your neck.

“It’s okay. I was going to talk about a ring I found.” Ona smiled, practically jumping up and down.

“You found one?” You asked, attention definitely peaked.

“Yeah. I got them to hold it for you till tomorrow.”

“Oh, Ona I love you!” You cheered, a big smile plastered upon your face.

“No problem, you have to get there before midnight tomorrow before they possibly sell it to someone else.”

“Yeah, okay. Just send me the details and I'll go have a look tomorrow.”

“Okay, I can't believe my best friend is going to propose.” Ona said excitedly.

“Bye, Ona.” You chuckled, ending the call.

A couple of minutes passed before you got a notification from Ona telling you everything you needed to know about the ring and where the shop is. Smiling to yourself you locked your phone and walked back out into the living room where Alessia was still asleep.

Not wanting to wake her, you ran back into your shared room and prepared the bed for her before going back to the living room where you gently picked Alessia up bridal style and made your way to the bedroom.

Along the short journey there, Alessia snuggled herself up into your embrace and held onto you unknowingly. As you placed the blonde onto the bed, her grip on you tightened.

“Don’t go.” Alessia mumbled quietly, still half asleep.

“I’ll only be a quick minute, I just need to turn the lights off.” You whispered.

“Okay.”

Keeping your promise you were back with Alessia in under a minute. You quickly but carefully got under the covers and settled yourself beside Alessia who soon turned onto her side to bury her head in the crook of your neck, her leg resting on top of yours.

Placing your phone on charge, you turned off the light on your bedside table and wrapped an arm around your girlfriend. The two of you falling asleep not long after.

The next day came around and when waking up this time, instead of feeling cold sheets, there was the warmth from your girlfriend cuddled into you. Your positions not changing from the night before.

Alessia’s head rested in the crook of your neck, involuntary inhaling your perfume, the smell making her feel at home. As she cuddled into your side, your arm was trapped under her head. Your hand tracing small, intricate patterns on her back.

Trying to be as careful as possible, you pulled yourself up and out of the bed, making sure that Alessia was still asleep before you went to the bathroom.

Quickly doing your morning routine, you got changed into some clothes before finding a piece of paper and writing a little note for Alessia.

‘Morning, love

I’m just popping out for a little while, I'll be back before lunch

Love you x’

You left the note on her bedside table next to her phone before you placed a gentle kiss on her temple, taking a hold of all your things needed for the day, and leaving the house.

Once you sat in your car, turning on the ignition, you sent a quick text to Ona saying you were going to have a look at the ring for Alessia.

You put your phone away, clicking your seatbelt into place before driving off. The drive wasn’t long, only twenty-five minutes and before you knew it you were parking up outside the shop.

Nerves suddenly kicking in, the reality of it all becoming much more real and it terrified you. Not the fact you were going to propose, the fact you may be rejected. Hopping out of your car your nerves grew with each step. Your heart pounds just that tad faster as you neared the shop door.

As you opened the door, you were greeted by an old lady sending you a sweet smile. Walking over to the counter where she stood, you exhaled a shaky breath before you spoke to the lady.

“Hello.” You smiled, drumming your fingers on the counter.

“How are you, dear?” The lady asked, clearly noticing your nerves.

“All good, thank you.” You replied. “Um, my friend called yesterday and asked if you could hold a ring under the surname y/l/n?”

“Oh, yes. Let me just go get it for you.” The lady said before she left you by the counter to go to the back of the store.

You weren’t waiting long and the woman was back before you knew it. She placed a box in front of you, a beaming smile across her face.

“Your friend chose a good one.” She said, pushing the box a little closer towards you.

With delicate fingers, you picked up the tiny box, and opened it up to reveal the most beautiful ring you had ever seen.

“Yeah, she did.” You whispered, not tearing your eyes away from the item in your hand.

“Your partner must be very lucky.”

“Oh, I'm definitely the lucky one.” You said, smiling up at the woman before closing the box and placing it back on the counter.

“Would you like to look at some others?”

“No thank you, I'll take this one.”

“Okay, if you will just follow me.”

The lady moved towards the cash register you followed closely behind. As you pulled your card out the lady scanned the ring. You didn’t care for the price, you were willing to pay for the whole world when it comes to Alessia.

“That’s all gone through, would you like a bag?” The lady asked.

“I should be alright.” You smiled, taking the ring from the lady’s outstretched hand.

“Alright then, I wish you the best of luck, not that you're going to need it.”

“Thank you.” You said, sending the lady one last smile before walking out the shop.

As you walked back to your car, you were too busy to notice that some of your teammates had seen you. Just as you were about to get into your car, they called out your name.

Stopping dead in your tracks, you turned around and saw who there was. Thankfully Alessia wasn’t with them and it was only Tooney and Millie.

You were quick to say hello to them both, joining in a little conversation which soon turned into one where they got in your car and you were driving to a nearby cafe.

Completely forgetting about the time, you sat with Ella and Millie, stupidly leaving Alessia at home, wondering where you had gone to.

You ignored your phone, not on purpose but you hadn’t realised the multiple missed calls and messages from not only Alessia but a couple of your friends as well.

You had thought you managed to escape the gruelling from Ella and Millie about why you were exiting a jewellery shop but you were soon to realise they were just saving the conversation for when you were sat down.

“Are you going to show us?” Ella asked.

“Show what?” You replied, confused.

“The ring.” Millie said.

“I-”

“Come on, don’t try to lie to us. It’s about time you proposed anyway.” Millie smiled.

You pulled the ring out from your pocket and slid it onto the table in front of you. The two girls gasped once they opened up the little box, both of them completely gobsmacked at how beautiful it looked.

You told them that it was a secret and how you were planning to take Alessia on a holiday next week and you were going to propose to her then.

The both of them immediately wanted in on your plan and they were willing to help you in any way possible. The three of you conversed for what seemed like a short period of time when in reality it was hours.

By the time the three of you had finished up with your food and conversations it was well into the afternoon.

Mentally scolding yourself once you realised the time, you quickly bid your goodbyes and asked if Ella and Millie would want to come round to yours and Alessia’s tomorrow. The two were immediate to agree and after saying one last goodbye, you jumped back in your car and drove home.

“Less?” You asked, walking through the front door.

After not receiving an answer you trudged further into the house, hoping to scope out your girlfriend. Once you did, it was not a pretty sight.

Alessia was sat on the sofa, underneath an abundance of blankets, tears brimming her eyes as she stared at the movie playing on the tv.

“Less?” You questioned, walking around so you crouched in front of your girlfriend, placing your hands on her knees, looking into her eyes that showed so much emotions in the span of a second. “I’m so sorry.”

“Where were you?” Alessia croaked.

“I went out to pick something up but I got caught up with Millie and Ella, I am so sorry.”

“I tried calling and texting you but you didn't pick up.”

“I know, I'm sorry. I didn’t check my phone till I got in the car.”

“Are you really though?” Alessia asked, wiping away the tears that fell from her eyes with a slight anger.

“Am I what?”

“Sorry? You keep repeating it. If you were really sorry it wouldn't have happened more than once.”

“What has happened more than once?”

“Don’t play stupid, y/n. Recently all it has felt like is that you are choosing your friends over me.”

“That's not what it is like at all.”

“Then tell me, tell me why we made plans only for them to go flying out of the window.” Alessia said, standing up leading you to back away from her, trying to dodge her flying hands that were expressing her feelings.

“Less, you have to believe me.”

“Then why does it feel like I can't?”

“What?” You asked, taking a step back. The feeling in your heart was as if you were just shot. “Do you not trust me?”

“That’s not what I said.”

“Well you implied it.”

At this point you started to feel more and more nervous about proposing. You were just trying to figure out where it all went wrong. You never thought hiding a huge secret away from Alessia would be like this. You should’ve known she’d think something is up.

You just wish you could tell her. But that’ll mess everything up. You had a plan. Take Alessia to Italy and propose. However, that dream seemed to be slipping through your fingers.

The one big question playing on your mind is: would it all be worth it? All the fighting, hurtful comments being thrown left, right and centre? Of course it would be.

You loved Alessia and nothing would change that.

“What is happening to us?” Alessia asked, taking in a deep breath.

“I don't know.” You replied, your voice cracking slightly.

“I wish you would just tell me what's going on.”

“I told you, it's a surprise.”

“I’m slowly starting to think that’s bullshit.”

“How about we forge-”

“We can’t just keep ‘forgetting’ everything, it doesn't work like that.”

“Just till tomorrow?” You pleaded. “It’ll all make sense, I promise.”

“Fine,” Alessia said reluctantly, “but you’re sleeping in the spare room.”

“Yeah, okay,” you gave a small nod with a smile, “I love you.”

“I hate you.”

“I know you do.” You smiled, placing a kiss to Alessia’s forehead before walking to the kitchen to prepare dinner, unknowingly leaving behind a smiling Alessia.

The late afternoon soon turned into night and after the two of you had your dinner, you found yourselves going separate ways. Alessia into your bedroom and you into the spare one. It was going to feel weird without her by your side but that was the least of your worries.

After doing your nightly routine you contemplated between going to bed and going to say goodnight to Alessia so you obviously did the latter. You made your way out of the spare room and towards where Alessia was.

Opening your bedroom door, you spotted Alessia laying with her back towards you. As you got closer to her, you noticed she was already knocked out.

You gently pressed a kiss to her temple before whispering a quick ‘goodnight, I love you’ before walking back into the spare room where you got yourself under the covers and tried to fall asleep.

It was around two in the morning when you felt some movement beside you, opening your eyes, you noticed a flock of blonde hair flooding your vision. Silently smiling to yourself, you felt Alessia get into a comfortable position against you, the forward sighing in contentment.

“Goodnight, love.” You whispered, placing an arm around her waist as well as a kiss to her head.

“Night.” Alessia smiled, tightening her grip on your t-shirt, pulling herself closer into you.

The morning came around all too quickly and you were soon woken up by the birds singing outside your window and the soft snores from your girlfriend beside you.

This time, instead of getting out of bed by yourself, you stayed lying next to Alessia. The blonde forward holding onto you for dear life, burying her head in the crook of your neck.  

Your fingers mindlessly tracing shapes on her arm that was slung around your waist. You were completely trapped by her, not that you had anything against it, in fact you wouldn't want anything more than to just be with the love of your life.

As the minutes went on, your mind began to wander about what you were hopefully going to do in the upcoming week. If everything went right today you would be on a plane to an Italian island called Sardinia on monday.

Everything was going fine, till the nerves kicked in. Your mind had it all planned out, how you were going to say you were taking her on a little get away, where you would stay, what you could do, and most importantly, how you were going to propose.

Being stuck in your head, you didn't realise Alessia had woken up. Noticing your increased breathing, chest rising and falling rapidly, Alessia sat up in worry.

“Y/n?” Alessia gently questioned, cupping your face.

“Less.” You said, coming back to your senses.

“Are you okay?” Alessia asked, worry evident in her eyes.

“Yeah.” You smiled, sitting up against the headboard.

“Promise?”

“Just got lost in my head a little.”

“What about?”

“You’ll find out soon.” You smiled cheekily.

“Should I be worried?” Alessia chuckled.

“Nope, leave that to me.”

You held your arm out and signalled for Alessia to cuddle up beside you, which she happily obliged to.

“So, what happened to sleeping separately?” You teased, amusement lacing your voice.

“Shut up.” Alessia mumbled, hiding her face in your chest.

“I knew you couldn’t stay away from me.” You said.

“Oh yes, you're so irresistible.” Alessia said sarcastically.

“I know I am.” You smirked.

“You’re also very annoying.” Alessia said, moving her head up so she was looking into your eyes, raising her hand to let her fingers trail along your facial features. Going from your eyebrow, down your nose, to your jaw.

“Mhm.” You hummed quietly, your lips ghosting over hers. “You love me though.”

“That I do,” Alessia smiled, leaning in but before your lips could touch you pulled away, “hey!”

Chuckling softly at your girlfriend's reaction, you peppered feather-like kisses along Alessia’s face, her nose scrunching up at the action. Before pulling away, you placed one last kiss on her mouth, one that had Alessia chasing your lips for more.

“Easy there, tiger.” You smiled. “You can have some more later.”

“I better.” Alessia pouted, placing a kiss to the underside of your jaw before resting her head back on your chest.

“We still need to go shopping for some food for when the girls arrive later.” You whispered as you ran your fingers through Alessia’s hair, the latter humming contently.

“What's the time now?”

“Not too sure.”

“We can go shopping at lunch and get some food whilst we’re out?” Alessia suggested, her voice getting quieter and quieter towards the end of her sentence as she desperately tried to keep her eyes open.

“Go back to sleep, love.” You whispered, continuing to run your fingers through her hair. “I’ll be here when you wake up.”

After not receiving a reply, you chuckled quietly knowing that Alessia had fallen back to sleep.

After a couple of hours, Alessia woke back up again and keeping your word, you were still laying under her as you mindlessly scrolled through instagram.

“Hey sleepy-head.” You smiled, looking down from your phone.

Alessia didn’t respond, instead she hid her head further into you, feeling as your chest rose up and down from your laughter.

The two of you stayed like that for a while, you scrolling on your phone whilst Alessia watched, occasionally pointing out something she found funny. Once you realised the time was well into the late morning you both hopped out of bed and got ready to do some food shopping.

It didn’t take long for either of you to get ready and you were out of the door, ready for your little trip to the local supermarket.

You drove the two of you to the closest store, Alessia creating a list on her phone making sure she wouldn't forget anything.

As you walked into the store, you grabbed a trolley and followed your girlfriend's orders, picking the necessary things off the shelves and occasionally adding a little treat for yourself.

After following Alessia around the store for god knows how long, you finally arrived back at the till where you helped Alessia place the food on the conveyor belt as well as putting the food in the right bags.

Being the loving partner you were, you paid for the food before Alessia could protest, sending a cheeky smile her way when receiving the receipt.

Alessia shook her head in disapproval but let a smile take over her features as you took a hold of the trolley once again, the two of you finally leaving the store to head back home and prepare everything for when your friends arrive.

Not wanting to take more than one trip you took a hold of as many bags as possible only leaving Alessia with one. You placed them onto the kitchen counter and let Alessia boss you around for where she wanted everything.

“Shit.” Alessia muttered.

“What's up? You okay?” You questioned.

“We forgot the dip.” Alessia said, shoulders sulking.

“Don’t worry about it. I can quickly pop back out if you want?”

“No, it's fine.”

“I’ll be quick.” You chuckled knowing that Alessia wanted the dip.

“Okay.” Alessia reluctantly agreed.

“I love you.” You said, placing a kiss on Alessia’s forehead before picking your car keys back up and making your way back out the front door.

“Love you.” Alessia called out just before the door closed.

Whilst you drove to the store once again, before your friends could start to pile into your house. Alessia preparing everything at the last minute.

Scanning the shelves for some dip you picked up every one that you could find, not knowing anyone's preference.

You hated to admit it but you did look a little weird holding a basket full of random dips. After you paid for it all you rushed back to your car.

As soon as you were about to get into your car someone called out your name. Turning around, you saw a lady who looked to be a little under your age rush towards you asking if they could have a picture.

You agreed thinking as soon as it was over you could get back to Alessia but that wasn't the case. Even after the photo was taken the lady wasn’t holding away from any advances.

Discreetly trying to move away from her and back into your car, she kept herself close to you. One hand brushing against your arm as she batted her eyelashes at you.

Giving a tight lipped smile, you peeled her hand from you and bid your goodbyes, quickly getting into your car and driving off. Once you finally got out of the car park you let out a sigh of relief just wanting to be back at home.

However, luck wasn’t on your side and you were soon caught up in traffic. You never wanted to scream at road works any more in your life. You don't know how long you were stuck in the queue for but it felt like centuries.

Finally arriving back home, you opened your front door with one hand as the other held a bag of dips.

“I’m back.” You called out into your house but didn’t receive a response. “Hello? Less?”

You walked into your living room and saw Alessia sitting on the sofa with her head in her hands as she rested her elbows on her knees. As well as a couple of your england teammates.

“I got the dip.” You said, announcing yourself to your friends but once they snapped their heads towards you, you wanted the world to swallow you whole.

“Get out.” Lucy said, venom lacing her voice as she pointed to the door.

“What?” You questioned, looking at the Barcelona player.

“You heard her.” Leah piped up.

“No.” You said.

“No?”

“No. This is my house and would someone just tell me what the hell is going on.”

“Get out y/n.” Alessia said, not moving in any way to look at you.

“I’m not leaving without a reason.” You said, standing your ground.

“This good enough for you?” Lucy asked rhetorically, shoving a phone into your face.

“What?” You questioned as you looked at what was on the screen. It was a photo of you with some girl but what confused you was that you were kissing. “I-”

“Get out.”

“No, that's not me- well it is me, but that never happened.” You stumbled over your words, looking at Alessia silently praying that she would look at you.

“Y/n” Alessia said, the hurt evident in her voice. “Please. Just go.”

“Less-”

“I don't want to hear it.” Alessia cut you off as she stood up and walked in front of you. “And don't call me that.”

“Please.”

“What? You want me to forget about all this too?” Alessia said letting out a sarcastic chuckle. “That's not how it works, remember?”

“I never kissed her!” You said, your voice raising a little.

“Well that picture says something else.” Alessia scoffed, trying to hide the pain evident in her chest.

“Are you seriously going to believe the internet over me?” You asked and once you didn't get a response you let out a pained chuckle. “You will never trust me, will you?”

“Trust you? Trust you after what has happened these past days?”

“Alessia-” Leah started but backed away once the forward gave her a stern look.

“Did you ever even love me?” Alessia asked and that's when the floodgates opened, the blonde desperately trying to stop the tears rolling down her cheeks.

“Of course I love you.” You said.

“Well you have a funny way of showing it.”

“Alessia, please, you have to believe me.”

“I think you should go.”

Not wanting to fight anymore, you dropped your head and nodded at the ground.

“As in forever?” You asked quietly, looking up at Alessia before the rest of your friends.

“Just pack a bag for a couple of days.” Leah said as she noticed Alessia struggling to form any words.

“Yeah, okay.” You said finally admitting defeat.

You trudged to your room and pulled out a bag to pack a couple of your clothes and your essentials before you looked in your bed side draw to place one plane ticket on Alessia’s bed side table whilst you kept the other.

Forcing down a lump in your throat, you placed the ring into your bag as well and after you had everything you needed you made your way back to the living room.

“I’m sorry, Less. I really am.” You said softly, “I- uh- I love you.”

You trudged out of the house, head hanging low and driving off, just missing as Ona pulled up to your house with Ella and millie.

The three of them bounded into the house, smiles clear on their faces but they soon dropped once they noticed the atmosphere they just walked into.

“Who's died?” Ella mumbled, earning an elbow to the ribs from Millie.

Lucy nodded her head towards the kitchen as she left Leah with Alessia, the two of them on the sofa as Leah tried to calm the forward down.

“Y/n cheated.” Lucy said not even letting the three girls get into the kitchen.

“What?” Ona questioned. “She wouldn't do that.”

“There was a photo.”

“You believed a photo?” Ona asked, her voice raising a little as she found herself getting protective over you.

“It's clearly photoshopped, look.” Ella said as she zoomed into the photo.

“Oh shit.” Lucy muttered, her head falling into her hand.

“Yeah, oh shit.” Ona said.

“Where is y/n anyway?”

“She left.”

“What do you mean she left?” Millie questioned.

“We sort of kicked her out.”

“You kicked her out not bothering to hear what she had to say?”

“Yeah bu-”

“No! She was going to propose and now everything is ruined.” Ona shouted.

“She was going to propose?” A voice said, one that wasn’t Leah’s nor Lucy’s.

“Alessia.” Ella said softly as everyone looked at the blonde.

“That was the surprise?” Alessia mumbled, tears brimming her eyes, “she was going to propose.”

[hanilessa]

Meu personagem de jujutsu favorito acabou de morrer e estou chorando. Preciso da sua escrita para melhorar definitivamente

Childe; Eu gosto de caras ciumentos

` Author’s notes: NOO DARLING :((( i'm truly sorry for your favorite character. tbh i have a close online friend who also loves gojo, and she cried a lot when she found out he died. when i received your request, i told her that you were also sad, and she conveys that she's sincerely sorry to you. i really hope this little drabble helps you feel better. thank you for your request!

Childe raises an irritated eyebrow, watching from the side as you communicated with some man unfamiliar to him. Moreover, this scoundrel allowed himself to hold you by the waist in a cheeky manner. Your waist is the place where only Tartaglia’s hands should be.

This infuriated him greatly. And he had to do something about it right now.

You told him that you would be waiting for him near a small cafe that you both wanted to go to and have a good time together. He finished his work with a great desire to see you and with his love in his heart, which he kept for you alone.

But when he saw a man pestering you, trying to get your attention, his patience came to an end.

You smiled at an unfamiliar man and talked to him about something, and a feeling of sadness swirled in Childe’s heart, which was instantly replaced by burning jealousy, forcing him to be next to you in the blink of an eye to show the other man who you really belonged to.

He hugs you from behind, wrapping his strong arms around your waist.

"My love, forgive me, I'm a little late." Ajax purrs into your ear and gently touches your cheek with his lips, making your heart beat in embarrassment in your chest.

His sharp blue gaze makes the man standing in front of him swallow in fear and take an awkward step back. Tartaglia cannot hide his satisfied smile.

"Ajax!" You look at him in surprise, caught off guard by his sudden appearance, and the ginger man, excited by your cute appearance, kisses your cheek again, leaving a fiery trail of his kisses on your skin. "It's okay. While I was waiting for you, I met my friend! We talked a little."

"I'm glad you were able to see your friend." Childe coos before turning his attention to the man in front of him, who had remained silent the entire time, afraid to say a single word in the presence of the Fatui Harbinger. "I'm sorry, but me and my girlfriend agreed to go on a date today. So we have to take our leave. Goodbye!"

You knew better than anyone that Tartaglia wasn't sorry that he so unceremoniously interrupted your communication with your friend at all. You just laughed when the ginger man led you towards the cafe with a victorious look.

His jealousy seemed cute to you, but you always told him that he had no reason to be jealous, because your heart will always belong to him alone.

[joaofelixsgf]

Rough Gavi smut? 🤍

QUE TE PEDI//

18+ smut, rough, blowjob, angst.

3:00 am, crying. Pouring rain and my eyes had been burning from the amount of tears. I hesitate but I grab my phone and go to Pablo’s contact before pressing the call button. My heart stops but it’s soothed by the sound of the call not picked up, the thumping stops but starts up again when I press voice mail.

“Yo sé que, con mucho esfuerzo voy a poder conseguir todo eso que te conté que quería para mí,Esos sueños tan lindos que tenìamos Espero, pues, que si escuchas esto, tengas presente que desde lo más profundo de mi corazón siempre vas a estar en mis oraciones”(I know that, with a lot of effort, I will be able to achieve all that I told you that I wanted for myself, those beautiful dreams that we had. I hope, then, that if you listen to this, keep in mind that from the depths of my heart you will always be In my prayers)”

I press send and put my hands into a fist, the thumping end and the rain calms down.

2 years, 5 days, and 8 months.

Not together, without each others touch and each other’s presence. Pedri was hosting a party and I was hesitant to go, a fear that Pablo would be there, I had no idea why I had been avoiding him, but I think it’s because of that voice mail I had sent him, he had definitely heard it.

We never dated, and that day that he found out I liked him, he completely ghosted me, I didn’t want to see Pablo because I felt embarrassed.

Those two years I had found my way into many footballers DMs. I was a famous model of course, I could bag any man at this point, but I wanted Pablo, did he want me though?.

“Your gonna be fine” Angie adjusts my makeup a little bit “go find another man!” We both laugh and go our separate ways, i try to act tough around her but she knows I’m just lying she can see it, like how her eyes soften when I smile, she feels bad for me, but todays the day I’ll proof her wrong, I’ll show her I’m over Pablo.

Since me and Pablo stopped being friends, well since he dropped me. I hadn’t been wearing such short skimpy dresses, but that day I felt changed. I hear some flashing cameras but I immediately hide in the crowd of people making sure I don’t get squished. A few minutes in I began feeling two arms on my body, sort of a loose grab, it felt uncomfortable, I didn’t push him off thinking I’d show my dominance by doing so.

Sensual music begins playing and he slowly makes his way up to my neck to press a kiss but I’m stunned and immediately push him to see hector with his stupid smirk my ex he snickers and I can somehow hear, he had cheated on me twice and left my heart broken “what’s goin on ma? Not gonna continue grinding on your ex?” He says pulling me in whispering in my ear with his annoying hot breath.

I didn’t know what to do. I was frozen. “Don’t touch her??” Pablo smacks hector. I had became unfrozen due to the act but soon frozen again when I saw the familiar face, my heart dropped and I was back to not over Pablo, my world stops and I can only hear a faded argument in the background.

“Are you okay?” Pablo asks. My face begins to tear up and i push him out of the way running outside, “fuck this can’t be happening” I knew he would be at the same party but not right infront of me!!!. I kneel down to open my bag to try and find my phone but soon realize I had left it in inside Pedri’s room, I groan a small fuck and bite my lip out of the old self harm instincts.

��Que haces aquí?(what are you doing here”), I feel my heart beating and my face becoming red “gavi” I whisper and i hear a small confused yes “why’d you ghost me?” I say biting my lip once again holding back tears not like there already wasn’t any streaming down my eyes at the moment.

He dosent answer he only walks up behind me to pick me up “Estas bien?(are you okay?”) “answer my question gavi” I say pulling my hand away from his grip. His face softens just like how my friends face does, he won’t be honest. “I- just” he doesn’t finish his sentence he only mutters a small fuck and kisses my lips.

It was a stupid awkward kiss, eyes open. I gasp but I can’t anymore, I sense approval and push my lips back onto his, the kisses speed turning faster and his hands snaking around my waist. We pull away gasping for air, we don’t say anything to each other he pulls my hand and we make it upstairs, “Pedri doesn’t mind us using the guest room” he says out of breath.

The room is soon filled with loud moans, there’s party music booming making it practically soundproof, he’s hungry, he rips my short red dress off and begins to kiss my neck, in between kisses he lets out breathy sentences “you don’t know how much I fucking missed you baby” I let out a small moan signaling him to continue, “use me baby”, we continue “I’m sorry” he mutters against my neck.

I began to pull on his hair as he goes downer, “fuck!” I moan, his tongue swirling my clit, he speaks in between licks. “I never wanted to leave you, it was that bitch Katherine, I was blinded in to doing the right thing instead of doing what I actually wanted” my moaning is my forgiveness.

Finally. I cum all over his face, him licking my insides for extra credit, sweaty, I pull up to stare at him “i forgive you baby just please fuck me first” i mutter into his ear hungrily and he turns(tosses) me around, ass front, he smacks it and pulls his dick out “moan as loud as you can baby” he prepares his dick before shoving himself inside “fuck!!” I let out a loud moan, his hands snake around my waist as a strap.

His arms push in and out, it practically being a workout, his dick is shoving in and out of you, “I can’t believe you made me wait this long” you say in a weak voice “your so stupid you know Pablo” you speak once again knowing how it drove him crazy when you degraded him, despite him being the one pounding into you. He was completely pussy drunk.

Your about to speak when you accidentally spill cum everywhere earning a sound visible smirk come from Pablo’s mouth, “I need you to shut your mouth or else I’m gonna have to punish you”.

“I don’t think I’d mind it sir” you mutter when you had already turned around knowing what was going through Pablo’s mind, you could tell when he was going to cum his tip would become a unbelievable shade of red and his dick would be pulsating, his pants were already off and you were on your knees, bruised already.

“Fuck” he groans when you begin to lick his already fucked up dick, his dick was ready to cum the moment your lips were applied on there, he moans loud as your entire mouth wraps around his veins “puta mia” he says pushing your head down with his hands, finally, he cums inside of your mouth letting out breathy moans “fuck,fuck,fuck”.

“We really need to talk Pablo” you say covering your sweaty body.

[isay]

Dear Olympic Organising Committee,

Here’s a few observations from Paris.

Have you thought about changing things up a bit and trying something like this…big opening ceremony (keep on putting in some stuff that American evangelicals get offended by, tbh a few doves will probably get you some accusations of it being a Satanic ritual) - drag queens are always a bonus!

But how about after the opening ceremony razzle dazzle launching straight into the Para Olympics first, so they aren’t an afterthought? They’re frankly superhuman and should be acknowledged as such and putting the Para Olympics up first would send a huge message to the world which would go a long way to promoting people with disabilities and their roles in our world.

Then don’t snuff out the flame at the end of the Para Olympics, and just keep it burning, put the regular Olympics on and only extinguish the flame at the end of both Games?

Now I know both Paris and LA have their own very prominent identities,and I’m working on some ideas for Brisvegas 2032 but at the moment I’m king of stumped with how we’re going to build up the Games around Courtney Act and Jacob Elordi’s bath water…

I’ve got four years right? Can we at least get Baz Luhrmann in to do the ceremonies?

[wangxianficfinder]

Fic Finder

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1. Saw this on a Tumblr post and I'm intrigued. Do you know of any fanfic that has a line like this in? “lan wangji had fallen in love with all the enthusiasm of a child being forced to eat their vegetables” - the post seemed to indicate it might be a NHS pov or narrator fic. Any help would be lovely, thank you! @katonahottinroof

FOUND! An Elegant Solution by giraffeter (E, 205k, niewangxian, canon divergence, arranged marriage, friends to lovers, fix-it, everyone lives au, courtship, polyamory, smut) Chapter 14: Lanling Marriage of An Elegant Solution by giraffeter, and my apologies to the OP for quoting the line and not following up to your request for context until now lol. The full quote was "Wei Wuxian had fallen in love with Lan Wangji like a stone falling down a well, which would have been sweet (and kind of annoying) on its own except that Lan Wangji had clearly fallen in love with him too, with all the enthusiasm of a child being forced to eat his vegetables, and that was extremely funny."

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2. Hi! I'm looking for a canon divergence fic where the ending is LZ and WY is dual cultivating at the battlefield (not sex, just using their energy to purge out resentful energy from wy's body, guqin and flute) and this in turn results in wy developing a core - both their energies after joining together comes down powerfully to settle down in wy's body.

The ending para of the fic says about a long lost poem about lan an (? Or some other lan ancester) and his partner cultivating a new core through the same method wangxian did. It says no one knows this method.

Before this dual cultivation (not sex) wy suffers a memory loss and lan zhan calls out to him "wei ying" to tether/ground him and bring him back. It took a while for him to succeed. The fic was very angsty.

FOUND? If I Could Go Back in Time by Runningbarefoot (M, 122k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Role Reversal, Somebody Lives/Not Everyone Dies, Pining, Angst with a Happy Ending, Grief/Mourning, YLLZ WWX, Eventual Happy Ending, The Twin Jade Brotherhood, Hurt/Comfort, Healing, Character Study, Twin Prides of Yúnmèng Dynamics, Slow Burn) what was described happened specifically the last 2 chapters Wwx didn't have memory lost tho, just an overwhelmingly resentful energy that he couldn't recognise anyone while using resentful energy but lwj was able to call and ground him back, lwj did some lwj things and  wwx ended up getting 'cleaned' with spiritual energy of his own. The fic ends with some lines from a book that was burned before.

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3. hello! its me again. I hope you can help me find this fic: wwx hides with the wens (leaving burial mounds, building his own sect) but its so hidden like i think lwj tried to go in there but its at the edge of a cliff(?) and he needs to overcome the heavy resentful energy before wwx's new village. i remember lxc is very worried that his brother cant do it and will die afterwards.

i also remember that there's a time that the cultivation world needs wwx's help bcos some demons or monster or idk appeared, like they need wwx to eliminate it. then there's one meeting scene, i think its in koi tower? they showoff some archery skills. song lan and xxc are both alive and lan yuan is also wei yuan, he's still using guqin, i think. i read it before but its not complete that time and i cant find it now. thankyouu in advancee. @httpskaixx

FOUND! 💖 Echo, Murmur, Dream, Here by bluerainmist (M, 51k, wangxian, canon divergence, WWX survives, sect leader WWX, yiling wei sect au, slow burn, angst w/ happy ending, getting together, pining, love confessions, reunions, mind all the tags)

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4. hello! i’m looking for a fanfic where lwj is a single father at first—i can’t remember the specific details of how that came to be but a-yuan was a newborn iirc, and wwx meets lwj in a store i believe and he’s like “i know this is weird but my sister has been sending me pictures of your baby because i’ve been going through some shit” and they end up getting closer after that—and i also know that jyl and lwj were friends before he met wwx

FOUND! box your errors by mellowflicker (T, 42k, WangXian, Modern AU, single dad lwj, Domestic Fluff, Family Issues, Slow Burn, Kid Fic, let lwj have friends agenda, Hurt/Comfort, Pining)

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5. im sure i saw a post (that i cant find now sadly) about lwj encouraging a-yuan's friendship with the loud and rule-breaking jingyi because he wanted lsz to have that fun growing up, and not like his own childhood. do you know any fics or posts that mention that?

FOUND? Twitter thread by gaylittleyiibo the original tumblr post they're referring to is also linked there

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6. Hello I have a request but I am kind of new here. I can figure out how comment a request. I am terribly sorry if this is disturbing you. I read a fanfic once where lan qiren showed up to the burial mounds and decided to take wei ying as his personal  disciple. I thought J had it saved but I guess not. Eventually lan qiren gets punished by the discipline whip? Anyway I have been searching for days and any help you could give would be high appreciated. @autumnchild26-blog

Also if you know if any fic where wei ying takes the 33 lashes instead of lan zhan. I'd appreciate it. I hope you are enjoying the holidays and that you have a week. (This part put into a mood post)

FOUND? Discordant Rhapsody by nirejseki (T, 49k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Fix-It, LQR has background trauma, LQR has current trauma, Hurt/Comfort, Protective LQR, protective lwj, Protective wwx, Cultivation World Politics, Lan sect politics, lqr centric, Whump, Angst)

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7. Heyo! Trying to find a fic where, during an investigation of mysterious happenings in a town, WWX and LWJ are under a curse where they can’t hear/see each other. It turns out the curse user was just some kid experimenting with spiritual energy, but it takes a while for the situation to clear up. Thank you! @solid-no-on-that-one​

FOUND! Linger in the Sun by etymologyplayground (T, 39k, wangxian, post-canon, case fic, curses, intimacy, getting together, romance, fluff, scars, non-verbal communication) 

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8. Hello, it’s my first time asking and also using tumblr, so I hope I don’t make any mistakes. The fic I’m looking for was Wei Wuxian-centric and a modern au. I think both him and LWJ went to the same uni, and I think they were in an orchestra? I think WWX’s aunt had dropped off baby Yuan at his doorstep and had him take care of him. I also remember a scene where he left Yuan at the uni’s nursery and he got sad idk. I’ve been searching everywhere for this fic so I hope you can help, thank you. :)

FOUND? The Simplest Way Forward by harriet_vane (E, 70k, WangXian, Modern AU, Accidental Baby Acquisition, Kid Fic, explicit in much much later chapters, green card marriage (but not really), pining for your own husband, endless pining, Slow Burn, Happy Ending, Nothing else bad or traumatic happens to the baby)

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9. Hello, I'm looking for a Wangxian fic that I'm pretty sure I have saved somewhere. It was a pretty short fic on ao3. From what I remember it was set in a dystopian future where magic was fading from the world. Wangxian knew each other but not well and they were not together. LWJ was a shifter, possibly a huli jing and could no longer shift into animal form. WWX had a workshop where he worked with androids and helps give LWJ his animal form back. It seemed like this was very dangerous for them.

For #9, this is super random but it caught my eye - this is almost the exact plot of a Ken Liu short story called "Good Hunting". I'm wondering if the fic in question was sort of a re-telling of that story with Wangxian as the characters? Maybe that gives this person an idea of tags or keywords to search - hope that helps someone track it down!

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10. Hello! I’m looking for 2 specific fics A) wwx is caught after the war and as punishment his lips are sewn shut because they think he can cultivate and survive. He almost dies from starvation at one point B) wwx plays a prank that changes the color of the tea and madam yu tries to drown and kill him, he ends up in the cloud recesses to recover and has trauma about lotuses. Thank you for your help ♥️ @plzloveme

10A)

FOUND! ❤️ whipstitch by curiositykilled (M, 131k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Dysfunctional Family, Torture, WWX Lives, but basically no one else, Case Fic,   Cultivation Sect Politics, Past Abuse, WWX Whump, YL WWX, JL Needs a Hug, JL Tries, Yunmeng Bro Reconciliation, Past Character Death, Body Horror, Non-Consensual Body Modification, POV Alternating, Flashbacks, Eventual Happy Ending, Heavy Angst, Suicide Attempt, PTSD, Depression, Not A Fix-It, Mouth Sewn Shut)

10B)

FOUND! 🧡 rain falls and soaks into the earth series by RoseThorne (T, 43k, WangXian, WIP, Near Death Experience, Attempt Drowning, Madam Yu Bashing, Recovery, No war AU)

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11. Howdy! I was looking for a vampire Lan Wanji fic where he refuses to have human blood. He's been an outcast from his clan and the towns people all fear him, and or are trying to kill him. Except for Wei Wuxian who's a traveling merchant of some kind. One night Lan Wanji goes out to hunt, and gets chased by humans. He ends up in a sink hole with an injured Wei Wuxian who ends up dying. But before he dies he kisses Lan Wanji, and cuts his tongue on the vampires fang. So Lan Wanji has to drink his blood. Wei Wuxian ends up turning into a vampire and living with Lan Wanji @crimson-gay-sought-flower

FOUND? Inevitable by Miss_TeaDDK (E, 14k, WangXian, Isolated/Trapped, Vampire, Angst with a Happy Ending, Communication, Developing Relationship, Anxiety Attacks, Explicit Sexual Content, Additional Warnings In Author's Note, Non-Linear Narrative, Pining LWJ, Anxious LWJ, Gothic Armchair Romance, Running Away Together, Mild Blood, Making Love, Anal Sex, Domestic Fluff, Emotional Hurt/Comfort)

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12. i'm trying to find this fic where wwx is a system, and one of the alters is yiling laozu who is more of a protector. i think there was a scene with school protest? and there's also the wen siblings in the fic too. thanks!

FOUND! The Other Sides of Wei Ying by orphan_account (T, 14k, wangxian, modern, dissociative identity disorder, mental health issues, therapist LXC, slow burn, WWX has DID, past abuse, dark YZY, dark JWY, hurt/comfort, angst)

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13. Hello! To start off I want to say thank you to the mods for the hard work! I've been trying to find a fic for awhile. Im pretty sure it had multi chapters and was complete.

The main thing I remember is that it's about LWJ kinda having an idealized/rose-tinted version of WWX since it's been 13 years. So the when he returns in MXY body he finds himself surprisingly annoyed with WWX antics and flaws that he had forgotten.

The story doesn't diverge much from canon and is mainly about LWJ's perspective. Thank you! @sketch-a-doodle​

FOUND? 💙 The Price of Old Wishes by SoManyJacks (E, 67k, WangXian, Minor canon divergence, Angst, POV LWJ, Depression, Suicidal Thoughts, Eventual Happy Ending, Eventual Smut, Slow Burn, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, semi-verbal!LWJ, Implied/Referenced Homophobia, Implied/Referenced Suicide)

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14. hello, for your next fic finder can i ask if anyone knows a fic where wangxian is in modern au but they're muzlims? like i know its so weird, but I can't have possibly imagine that. like I'm sure it exist but i just cant find it. its so specific and unusual sorreyy

FOUND? yeh ladka hai allah by teorusu (G, 18k, wangxian, modern, ABO, Islam, Islamic references, mating cycles/in heat, omega LWJ, alpha WWX, comfort, fluff, mischief, scenting, eid, ramadan)

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15. hi!! thank y'all for all the work you do!! im looking for a wangxian fic on ao3 where wei wuxian is taken to cloud recesses and is under the care of (married to????) lan wangji and for some reason wwx is going to get some punishment and before its done (starts??) lwj steps in and takes it for him and lxc has to drag wwx away?? thats the only scene i remember from it but i think the fic is pretty long. and im not sure but the punishment might have something to do with demonic cultivation but im not totally positive.

hi #15 here for most recent fic finder, i think my brain combined both fics into one and somehow its both the cage sun one AND the restraint one?? i read through both of them and they both fit my memory so found!!! but idk which one it was exactly lol probably both!!

not FOUND reminds me of a scene in a stone to break your soul, a song to save it by rikke (chapter 11) (M, 179k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Arranged Marriage)

heyyoo i asked about the #15 one where wwx gets a punishment and its not that one :/ but im thinking more and im /think/ jgy might be in it too? and maybe hes the one who drags wwx away and not lxc?

FOUND! Rattling our cages and stealing the sun Series by danegen (E, 166k, WangXian, A/B/O Dynamics, but like polite, Slow Burn, Pining while fucking, so much hair combing, wwx has a vagina, POV WWX, no yin iron or wars or plot really, Canon Era, POV Alternating, Sexism, Pregnancy, brief attempted sexual assault, still 98 percent fluff)

FOUND! Restraint and Realization by Winglesss (E, 12k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, A/B/O Dynamics, Alpha LWJ, Omega wwx, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Mating Bites, Arranged Marriage, Idiots in Love, Miscommunication, Supportive LXC, Explicit Sexual Content, Scenting, Fluff and Angst, Porn with Feelings, Porn With Plot, Mutual Pining, Happy Ending, Lack of Communication) its a/b/o but wxx is going to get punished for cultivating but lwj takes it instead

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16. im looking for a fic and its driving me wild because i could have sworn i bookmarked it on ao3: cw for lack of consent, sort of? basically lwj and wwx are married but wwx thinks lwj doesn't like him and tries to seduce him, they have sex but its not good or what wwx wants and he passes out and lwj gets lxc to fix stuff?? they eventually talk it out, very angsty with a happy ending :)

NOT FOUND! A Marriage Story by DeviyudeThoolika (E, 38k, WangXian, NieLan, married wangxian, but there are some complications, because it’s marriage, Sex is complicated, Angst and Pining, Pining while fucking, Mature elements., Mutual Pining, HEA, Arranged Marriage, Sort Of, Misunderstandings, of epic proportions, One True Pairing, Good Sibling JC, Good Parent YZY, Fluff and Angst, in that order, Slow Burn, Angst with a Happy Ending, Everyone Loves WWX)

FOUND! As It Should Be by kuro (M, 36k, wangxian, arranged marriage, slow burn, fluff & angst, miscommunication, dub con, accidental baby acquisation, siblings, running away, (from your problems), eventual fluff)

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17. Hey! This is an nsfw ask, if that's okay?

I'm looking for a modern fic with the following situation. Lan zhan is either an immortal or a mythical being, I'm not sure which. Wei ying is a human. Well, LZ has the ability to smell WY's arousal so to speak. Once LZ visits WY's apartment right after WY did the deed. WY upon opening the door after cleaning up is surprised to see LZ looking at him so weird. WY invites him inside and later finds LZ by the window opening it and letting the wind flow inside.

When they finally get together after a long time WY finds out about LZ's ability and then suddenly gets why LZ opened WY's window that time.

FOUND! Lost and Found by diamondbruise (E, 51k, WangXian, Modern AU, Aliens, Slow Burn, Alien LWJ, Crack Treated Seriously, Soulmates, Kid Fic, .....kind of, i use that tag very loosely, Masturbation, Rough Sex, canon typical cnc elements, Happy Ending) the described scene is in chapter two

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18. heyy, for your next fic finder can i ask if you might about a time travel(most probably) fic where LWJ quite literally dragged QHJ out of seclusion?

FOUND? Looking at You Always, All Ways by Keysmashed (T, 29k, WangXian, Time Travel, Fluff, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Nostalgia, Subtly Assertive LWJ, WWX Won't Back Down But Blushes Anyway, very mild angst, Angst with a Happy Ending) has a scene where lan zhan requests an audience with his father, tells him about what could happen in the future, and then his father comes out of seclusion

FOUND? Menace, to headache, to…nephew in law? by Nyatci (T, 5k, LQR & WWX, wangxian, LQR & QHJ, canon divergence, time travel fix-it, characters watching the series, LQR pov, good uncle LQR, cloud recesses study arc, crack treated seriously) For 18, well, it's not LWJ, but LQR was implied to have done that in this fic

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19. I was on Reddit and found this fanfic someone mentioned and I wanted to send it here to see if I could get any luck! “with WWX as Gordon Ramsay and LWJ as single dad who brings his son, reluctantly, to the kids cooking session. But he doesn't like WWX because on TV he's always mean and then later he sees how good he's with kids and stuff.”

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20. Hi! I’m looking for a fix-it series where LQR notices LWJ has a crush on WWX during the lesson period. He gives the the two of them tutoring lessons and the first part ends w WangXian making out in the library lol

The series ends w them married after fixing the Sunshot campaign and adopting LSZ

Some minor ships in the series are JYLxJZX, JWYxWQ, NHSxWN

Tysm for all your hard work in this fandom!

FOUND? Just Say Yes series by edenwolfie (M, 338k, wangxian, canon divergence, matchmaking, pining, cloud recesses study arc, getting together, fluff, humor, hurt/comfort, everyone lives au)

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[messinwitheddie]

1:Whatever happened to Yeet after Tallest Purple died? Where was she?

2:Cini doesn’t it burn when you let smoke go through your eyes? Why not blow it out?

3:Does Tak have a scar on her abdomen? What happened there?

4:Who would look best in a two piece swimsuit? Tallest Dava? Kii or Miyuki?

5:Dib’s son had kids, right? The twin babies?

6:Hows the professor coming along?

All very good questions, which is why I feel obligated to warn everyone cringe, self-indulgent answers are ahead.

1. Yeet ends up deserting the Irken empire altogether for Mem's hive. She agrees to let Zim downgrade her PAK, severing herself from the CB's core collective. She stays in Mem's hive and continues to perform lookout/ guard duties as well as assist Purple with certain everyday tasks, as he is rendered disabled after being cut off from things like his hovor belts/ smart gauntlets (hence why he often walks with a cane after being de-measured. The measuring process is very damaging to the body.)

Yeet also volunteeres to lead an exploration expedition across Mem's mystery planet to help gather information about the surface beyond Mem's hive's known territories. She helped Zim, Dib and Reg draw accurate maps and extensively document the flora and fauna of the continent the hive occupies and eventually the whole planet.

In between expeditions, Yeet volunteers to bodyguard the Resisty-serving Cantina Gir (or frylord “Gorr-May" as he is eventually knighted after earning the title of Frylord in his own right) secretly opens on Mem’s mystery planet. Gir/Gorr-May is only able to sneak away and cook at the cantina occasionally, as the CB full system takeover puts him/ his employees at a huge risk. His apprentice, Mem's daughter, Vicious, does most of the cooking for the cantina.

Yeet provides Mem's hive with a much needed boost in silk, as her “condition" never improves, so she volunteers her time to silk spinning, laundry and mending clothes. She makes dolls for the smeets/ other infant species in her spare time. Yeet enjoys much more meaningful enrichment after joining Mem's hive. She stays active, happy and very much appreciated there, even if her and Gir/Gorr-May never have a swarm of their own (a mutual agreement between the two if them.).

Where Yeet is exactly when Purple dies, is not yet determined. She is very upset when she discovered he had passed. She mourned him deeply; Purple was one of her best friends, despite everything. He even officiated her and Gir's union.

2. Cini has a bad habit of holding in when he puffs on his amber pipe because he believes the old superstition that doing so will increase the effects of the amber (somehow smoke is able to pass through Irken tear ducts in my personal head canon. This is unhealthy and unnecessary. Do not hold in smoke. Don’t smoke in general, in case any minors are ignoring my blog boundaries lol).

3. Tenn (whispering) “That's just a prominent stretch mark from our pregnancies. She's a little bitter. Mine all faded before hers, so just don’t bring it up. She trained our swarms to attack on command.”

Tak “I can hear you over there!”

4. Why do you have to pit 3 bad bitches against each other? ^0

5.You know what? I cannot for the life of me find the drawing you are referring to. Slowly but surely , I'm organizing my drawing room, but have yet to come across it. It is lost in tumblr limbo for sure.

I changed the story around since drawing/ posting that.

Reg temporarily cuts ties with both the Membrane and Van Verminstrasser families while in college during his early to mid 20’s. He goes through a whole para-spiritual/ environmental extremist fase. Part of the reason he joins Dib on his second trip to Mem's planet is to dodge arrest for “acts of environmental terrorism" in several countries. At some point in that time frame Reg sires a daughter, Prisha, shortly after his baby sister, Wyn, is born. (Dib and Mabel struggle to have a child for years before Mabel agrees to use ML’s cloning facilities. It's a whole thing. Yes, Dib is VERY upset he missed the birth of his grandchild.)

(Wyn and Prisha grow up to be close friends. Prisha regularly guest stars on Wyn's reboot of "Probing the Membrane of Science" show.

Reg and Prisha's life research/ field work is a major reason why Dib's great(s) grandson, Dro's generation of humans can still breathe clean air/ drink fresh water on Earth in the distant future.)

Dib is most likely holding both his daughter and granddaughter in that drawing. He and Reg slowly repair their bond, to the whole family ‘s/ Zim's relief.

6. Prof Membrane is very much enjoying his retirement by living his lifelong dream of exploring/ researching the uncharted depths of the earth's oceans. Dib is proud of his dad and extremely happy for him, but at the same time is constantly nervous something will go wrong and personally checks in on the Prof's research team/ inspects the equipment involved in the expedition.

[Slowly but surely I will start answering asks again soon. Been working on other things. Sorry...]

[rebelrebelwrites]

Fic Friday! ❤️ Rebel’s Weekly Fic Recs

As always, this week's recs are...

As always, please mind the tags on any recommended story for your own personal preferences.

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The Classic You’ve Heard Of But Somehow Haven’t Read Yet: The Waiting Game by Anonymous

What you need to know going in:

A classic if I’ve ever read one! This fic is a gorgeous one-shot that sees Galadriel and Sauron just on the cusp of the 4th Age, after Sauron is defeated by Frodo. Galadriel is preparing to leave for Valinor, and is visited by him for a final meeting. The melancholy; the knowledge of all the Ages they’ve been at odds, only to come to the end for a final goodbye… it’s stunningly sad, and breathtakingly beautiful. A must-read.

Complete, General

Read the story.

Follow the author I don't know where! But if you're out there, dear author, thank you for your lovely work.

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The AU You Need to Immerse Yourself In Because, Well, Wow: Beautiful Creature of Darkness by @pursuitseternal

What you need to know going in:

It’s a Phantom-inspired fic, y’all! Phantom of the Opera, that is. Set in the 1st Age, Galadriel chafes under her brother Finrod’s overbearing rule in Dol Guldur when she becomes enchanted by a mysterious, magnetic presence. Three guesses as to who it is. 😉 Galadriel becomes increasingly drawn to a very persuasive and persistent Sauron, despite the darkness that shrouds him — even as an unnamed threat shadows her brother’s kingdom. If you’re a fan of Phantom, this is a fun read for the Gothic romance and well-drawn parallels to the Leroux/Weber favorite. I’m intrigued to see where it goes!

WIP, Explicit

Read the story.

Follow the author on Tumblr and AO3.

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The Complete But Never Forgotten Masterpiece: Shine and Lady of the Seas by eye_of_a_cat

What you need to know going in:

Another eye of a cat classic! For me, this series (and yes, you definitely should read both) was the first “Halbrand makes Galadriel her armor in Armenolos” fic. And, like all of eye of a cat’s works, BOTH fics are absolute bangers. I mean… do I need to say much more than he makes Gal her armor and Cat wrote it? 😂 I don’t think I do, but just in case, here’s what I’ll add: terrific sexual tension that’s well, well-rewarded in the 2nd fic in the series, and it’s all Sauron’s POV, so expect possessive, awestruck, utterly beguiled (and beguiling) deliciousness. You’re welcome.

Complete, Teen & Explicit

Read the series.

Follow the author on Twitter and AO3.

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The WIP That Will Wreck You (In the Best Way): Pour Your Light In Me And Watch Me Dissolve by @maironiiel

What you need to know going in:

This S1-set fic gives a repentant-but-struggling Sauron in Numenor, simultaneously set ill at ease by Galadriel and her insistence he join her in the campaign to reclaim the Southlands, and irrevocably bewitched by her. But it’s not just Galadriel who calls to him—the Valar do, too, sending Ossë and others to appeal to him to return to the light in full; to Valinor for judgment. The result is a scintillating slow burn with promise for more, with a lovely expansion and interpretation of what we saw in the show, particularly in how the Valar and other Maia might react or appeal to this version of Mairon. A part 1 with one chapter left to go before part 2, I’m curious to see how this story evolves.

WIP, Mature

Read the story.

Follow the author on Tumblr and AO3.

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The Can't Stop Consuming No Matter What Time It Is Fic: se vis pacem, para bellum by @nenyabusiness

What you need to know going in:

This is another recent sub I added to my rotating reading list, so it’s just starting to heat up, but when it’s a John Wick AU, you know to expect a thrill ride right from the start—and the fic doesn’t disappoint! If you’re not familiar with John Wick, here’s all you need to know: Galadriel is a retired, renowned assassin known as The Daughter from a family of deadly assassins. She’s drawn from her retirement when her brother, Finrod, is killed by a rival crime family controlled by Sauron. In an attempt to curb her quest for vengeance, Sauron turns to subterfuge… and masquerades as an unwitting ally to gain her trust. Where they go from there? 👀 I’m excited to see, but so far, this is a perfect premise for this ETL pair to keep those thrills coming.

WIP, Mature

Read the story.

Follow the author on Tumblr and AO3.

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Me at all these fics:

Don’t see your story on this list yet? Keyword: yet. Please don’t fret! I can only recommend so many each week, but I am always looking for more stuff to read, share, and generally shower with love, so please feel free to reply with your own fics or your personal faves. I have plenty more to recommend… ❤️

Until next week!

[iheartmyspotify]

The Redfields are sleeping over [Resident Evil Contemporary AU]

Claire Redfield x Chris Redfield x GN reader HEADCANONS

A/N: there are NO sexual or romantic themes. Enjoy the good time and have fun reading this! The link to the spotify playlist is on the title.

TW: reader and Chris are the same age (19) and both are nic addicts. Slight mentions of alcohol and cigarettes usage, along with swearing from time to time. If ur not comfortable, feel free to skip the paras that mention this. Btw y'all live in Raccoon City and the outbreak had never happened.

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊

⛧ your parents are on a business trip this weekend and allowed Chris and Claire to sleepover as much as they want

⛧ you guys had planned this moment for weeks already

⛧ ''No sleeping bags allowed and NOBODY sleeps on the floor. My bed is big enough for all of us!''

⛧ even if Claire is six years younger than you, her presence doesn't bother you at all. she's actually like a little sister to you and spending the weekend together has never sounded this good!

⛧ using the money you all put up together, Chris went out the night before and bought the snacks. he also managed to sneak in a few beer cans, a whole 34oz bottle of vodka and some other stuff that if Claire finds out about, she'll tell her parents and her big brother is going to be in some big big shit

⛧ the night starts straight wild. The neighbours come by from time to time, but after the third visit you decided to just ingore the loud pounds on the door.

⛧ Chris comes closers to you and whispers ''I had to suck some good dick to get these without and ID.'', then passes you a pack of Dunhill Blues. His words made you laugh your lungs out.

⛧ Just Dance, Mortal Kombat and Karaoke made your whole night

⛧ your and Chris' special song is Telephone by Lady Gaga. No one else is allowed to sing it. He sings Beyoncé's part and you Gaga's

⛧ the music y'all chose is such a vibe i swear

⛧ Chris made the playlist and you sent the songs

⛧ he's a sucker for oldies, especially Modern Talking and y2k europop

⛧ Jill comes over after you told her to and she spent the friday night with you all

⛧ while smoking on the balcony, trying do hide from Claire, she finds you and Chris outside and threatens her big bro she'll tell mom if he won't let her do his makeup

⛧ you locked the doors, Jill cuffs his hand and feet with some scarfs and Claire makes the magic happen

⛧ he's so slay istg😻 claire took the photo and sent it to their family group chat

⛧ Claire gets bored first and goes to sleep around 3AM the second night

⛧ you and Chris insert the big ass speakers from the living room into the bedroom and blast machinegun sounds to wake her up. She stars crying on the spot

⛧ y'all get hungry and try cooking some fancy meal, but you ended up almost burning the kitchen

⛧ around 5AM the deep thoughts start to kick in, so you go out and things get serious. No laughs, no jokes, just sentimental moments that bond your friendship even more

⛧ ''So? Did you guys had fun this weekend?'' your parents ask.

''Eh, it was alright."

⛧ whatever happened those nights it's in the past and it should never be brought up, especially near your parents.

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ㅤIdk about you, but I had so much fun writing this. I always imagine how nice life would be if I had a sleepover from time to time with the Redfields. Also, they've been through so much pain that i hope that in a paralel universe they get to party and relax all of the time.

ㅤI hope you enjoyed it and please don't hesitate to request me anything you want. I love recieving ideas.

xoxo

[abandonedquishe]

Who is Shannon and Keisha?!? What are the dynamics?!? What happen to them?!?/!/?

I MUST KNOWWW AAAUGGHHH

THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!

SO

Shannon and Keisha are casual friends. Shannon is a part-time detective and forensic doctor, while Keisha is a bit of a house wife (Although she is committed, she doesn't live in the same house as her fiancé due to some legal problems. She lives at another friend's house in exchange of being her housekeeper). Keisha is blind of one eye due to chemical burns and has bad vision in the other due to the same, so she has to use some accomodations such as a white cane (I'll explain how'd she end up like that later). Shannon doesn't have any known disabilities, but she's in rehab due to smoking and drinking habits and [[nose candy]].

(Now that I think of it these guys may be paras lol)

Anyway, let's get to Keisha.

• How did she end up almost completely blind?

• How did she meet Shannon?

• What are her dynamics with Shannon?

1. Her mother was an absent parent, and her father had died during service. That year, a new project called "Project Genesis" was launched by the government, and it searched to make more suitable and sustainable medicine for the army of the US (yes, Keisha is from the US). Due to the high demand the project showed during planification, they needed a lot of volunteers to get results faster on humans and launch the meds as soon as possible. The family of the volunteer or the volunteer would receive $600 at the end of the month as compensation for the work, and as soon as Keisha's mother heard of it she enlisted her daughter just in time for her to get accepted. Seven months pass by, and in one of the experimentations Keisha was asked to try some eye drops. As soon as the droplets touched her eyes she started screaming and went to wash her eyes immediately, but sadly, she wasn't fast enough to salvage both.

2. Keisha met Shannon during physical therapy. Keisha was there for her incident with the acid and other experimentations which ended up affecting her mobility. I'll tell why was Shannon there for later. (She was 14 years old, Shannon was 18)

3. Shannon grew to be really good friends with Keisha. She is actually the godmother of Shannon's two (living) children along with her husband (he's the godfather).

And now Shannon:

• How did Shannon end up in physical therapy and with such intense as worrisome addictions?

• Why did I made clear there were two living children?

• How did she end up pregnant?

1. Shannon was homeless since age 8. He escaped from an abusive household and had to become a pr0st1tvt3 by age 15 / 16 for her to gain some money. Due to the conditions in which she lived, she turned to drugs to not feel so bad. She overdosed at 18, so she had to be rushed to the hospital. Some dudes did some things while she was unconscious so she had to do physical therapy too.

2. Shannon had a miscarriage in her last pregnancy due to stress

3. She has a husband (spoiler alert, he's a really bad person).

[100percentshipper]

What are your top favorite ships?

Oooh, thanks for asking! I have so many! A lot of soaps and telenovelas probably because it's daily and they really build the anticipation. Let me list out a few faves.

Xena and Gabrielle from Xena Warrior Princess is my all time favourite. There is yet to be a better sapphic couple imo and it's because the show couldn't officially come out and definitively say they were in love and so they had to show it over and over and over again through action. They had them moving (literally) heaven and earth for each other, they had them as soulmates for all of time. Epic. Must watch.

I have a huge soft spot for Olivia and Natalia from Guiding Light, that was my first active sapphic fandom, what a ride. Enemies to Friends to Lovers 1 year slow burn with a cute kid where they find themselves playing happy family before they even realise they have feelings for each other. It struggled with censorship and though it's a happy ending, it lost its way near the end, but love this pairing.

What else? Root and Shaw from Person of Interest. Root flirting with Shaw and Shaw pretending to hate it, so much fun and then them actually falling in love. Hated the ending with a passion though.

Same goes for Bea and Allie from Wentworth, I was so invested and then they just.... both in 2016, the year of dead lesbians, that was not a good year for my ships.

I was deep into Clara and Marina from Em Familia back in 2014, such lovely chemistry.

There was Barbara and Mercedes from Perdona Nuestros Pecados, so dramatic.

Rich Man's Daughter was also so dramatic and I got hooked.

Luisita and Amelia from Amar es para siempre, they were so cute and the build up was just delicious.

Loved Sarah and Eva from Legends of Tomorrow. The show has that same warm campy vibe that I enjoy about Xena and they did a lovely job with the ladie's journey and watching them support each other.

Maya and Carina from Station 19. So impressed with how they used their love to help Maya face her trauma, so well done. Chemistry is top notch.

Very much interested to see where The Wheel of Time goes with the Moiraine and Siuan relationship

Suki and Eve from Eastenders, so. damned. good. So much chemistry and Balvinder Sopal blew my socks off with her performance.

My latest ship is Harper and Phil from Shortland Street, honestly been waiting 10 years for Harper to have another relationship with a woman so I just love that it's finally happening so. much. I really hope this pairing goes somewhere.

I have more but I'll stop there. Now if you ask me what are the best shows with sapphics in them, the answer would be different, these are just some of the pairings I got particularly hooked on.

[fandoms-rants]

Andrew Minyard, Neil Josten & Andriel Quotes Part 1:

(Quotes that remind me of (and/or I think they would say in canon or fanfics which I hope someone will write) Andrew, Neil or both of them and/or therir relationship)

Draw weapon, draw blood. (Andrew)

Aim at nothing you’re not willing to destroy. ((Andrew)

If your opponent believes they have the upper hand, break it. (Andrew)

“Si vis pacem, para bellum” (If you want peace, prepare for war.) (Andriel)

“Right and wrong are justifications people invent to assuage their guilt, Reap what you sow or burn the field down; those are your only choices.” (Andrew)

"Fair is a complexion or a carnival—not a right." (Andriel)

"Young blood, heaven need a sinner/ You can't raise hell with a saint" (Andriel)

“I am not meant for casual. I was born for soul crushing devotion.” (Andriel)

I cannot make speeches Emma. If I loved you less, I might be able to talk about it more.” (Andrew to Neil)

''I would recognise you in total darkness, were you mute and I deaf. I would recognise you in another lifetime entirely, in different bodies, different times. And I would love you in all of this, until the very last star in the sky burnt out into oblivion.” (Andriel)

“You are my weakness, losing you is my greatest fear, your love is my most treasured possession.” (Andriel)

 “He was sunshine; I was midnight rain.” (Neil about Andrew)

"Nothing ever ends poetically. It ends and we turn it into poetry. All that blood was never once beautiful. It was just red." (Andriel)

“He never spoke about love, he gave it.” (Neil about Andrew to the Foxes and everyone else who doubts Andriel)

“I do a thing called what I want.” (Andrew)

“You treat me wonderfully and you keep your promises.” (Neil to Andrew **and Andrew to Neil**)

“Lady don’t do that, I’m crazy as hell; I have 27 people living in my head and every one of them was getting ready to beat the hell outta you .” (Neil to the general Populace, especially reporters post-canon)

"I have love in me the likes of which you can scarcely imagine and rage the likes of which you would not believe. If I cannot satisfy the one, I will indulge the other." (Andrew)

“The three things that cannot be hidden: the sun, the moon, and the truth.” (Andrew)

“To be a monster is to be a hybrid signal, a lighthouse: both shelter and warning at once.” (Andriel)

"Love is a power, but it does not save your soul. You do. So let's give her a love worth dying for, worth fighting for and lying for and repenting. Let's give her a love worth living for, and let's make it herself." (Andrew)

‘I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul.' (Andrew to Neil)

“I love you as the plant that never blooms but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers.” (Neil to Andrew)

“He was a righteous man. Heaven had blessed him with a clarity of vision in matters of good and evil. His judgement was absolute. His compassion was without boundaries, his mercy was divine mercy, and his anger was the wrath of God.” (Andrew)

Don’t ever mistake my silence for ignorance, my calmness for acceptance, or my kindness for weakness. (Andriel)

“Sometimes you have to play the role of the fool to fool the fool who thinks they are fooling you.” (Neil)

“No one ever said that the just were nice.” (Andrew)

“I feel like a part of my soul has loved you
since the beginning of everything. Maybe we’re from the same star.” (Andriel)

“Devotion is absolute. Love is eternal.” (Andriel)

“I didn't fall in love with you. I walked into love with you, with my eyes wide open, choosing to take every step along the way. I do believe in fate and destiny, but I also believe we are only fated to do the things that we'd choose anyway. And I'd choose you; in a hundred lifetimes, in a hundred worlds, in any version of reality, I'd find you and I'd choose you.” (Andriel)

“I could recognize him by touch alone, by smell; I would know him blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the earth. I would know him in death, at the end of the world.” (Andrew about Neil)

“So yes, I know that love is unconditional. But I also know that it can be unpredictable, unexpected, uncontrollable, unbearable and strangely easy to mistake for loathing, and... What I'm trying to say, Tristan is... I think I love you. Is this love, Tristan? I never imagined I'd know it for myself. My heart... It feels like my chest can barely contain it. Like it's trying to escape because it doesn't belong to me any more. It belongs to you. And if you wanted it, I'd wish for nothing in exchange — no gifts. No goods. No demonstrations of devotion. Nothing but knowing you loved me too. Just your heart, in exchange for mine.” (Neil to Andrew)

“My heart made its choice, and it chose you.” (Andriel)

*WARNING: About copyright, Quotes come from various places(ie. FanFiction, Tv, Movies, Music, Pinterest) so use in your own fanfic stories at your own.. I can’t think of the word but you know what I mean.*

**EDIT: After some thought I realized that Neil is the only who who seems to understand what the deals and promises Andrew makes means to him and how close and true Andrew holds himself and others to it. Neil is the only one who keeps his promises to Andrew and I don’t imagine that changing post-canon.**

[the-timeless-writes]

10 Song Tag

I wanted to do it, so I'll say @saintedseraph tagged me

rules: put your WIP playlist on shuffle and share your favorite lyrics/those that best fit your WIP from the first 10 songs.

I'm tagging anyone who would like to do it

These are songs from Project Academy (the playlist is here)

1. Until It Doesn't Hurt — Mother Mother

I wanna get into trouble I wanna tear all my bridges down And pour gas on the rubble I wanna burn them to the ground I wanna scorn my lover I wanna tear our bridges down And pour gas on the rubble

2. The Show Must Go On — Queen

My soul is painted like the wings of butterflies Fairy tales of yesterday, grow but never die I can fly, my friends

3. Figa — Tanxugueiras

Marmuras sempre de min-e Marmuras de min e doutros No inferno tes unha cama Para te deitar un pouco

4. GOSSIP — Måneskin ft. Tom Morello

Welcome to the city of lies Where everything's got a price It's gonna be in your favorite place You can be a movie star And get everything you want Just put some plastic on your face

5. THE LONELIEST — Måneskin

And I just keep on thinking how you made me feel better And all the crazy little things that we did together In the end, in the end, it doesn't matter If tonight is gonna be the loneliest

6. Reclaim — Hollywood Undead

I've been living in both lives One of them wants revenge And the other don't know why I won't try 'Cause these feelings, they won't die Been looking for an angel, but the devil's on both sides So I raise my fists and black out Living in the middle of this war

7. Anarchist — YUNGBLUD

Locked me in a room since I was young I've never seen a morning sun come up I'm employee of the month at a Ritalin club Yeah, why do you think I'm so messed up?

8. Don Creíque — Rayden

No me creo al teatro dictado del apuntador Ni esos besos de amor de películas, si los fuerza el guion Me llaman desconfiado Y con razón, y es que no creo en tantas cosas que

¿Cómo iba a creer que tú eras la excepción? Si por creer no me creo ni yo

9. Roots — Imagine Dragons

Don't throw stones at me Don't tell anybody Trouble finds me All the noise of this Has made me lose my belief

10. Burn — 2WEI, Edda Hayes

I could burn this city down I could put you under ground Make the stars fall from the sky Make the clouds and heaven cry I could burn it all