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anonymouscheeses · 4 months

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Obvious shit I noticed part 3 (spoilers for welcome to heaven)

Look at her! "Teehee"

Also she's nervous! Foreshadowing omg 🤯

STICKERS! Two pride stickers and a cute donut. Gives me an idea to draw Chaggie at a donut shop while everything is burning down <3 (I'll probably do it but if any artist wants to as well go ahead!)

*CHOKES ON COFFEE* I LOVE THEM. I'M SORRY I GET SO GIDDY WHEN THEY HAVE EVEN THE SMALLEST INTERACTION BUT UGHHH I NEED MORE, IT WILL NEVER BE ENOUGH 🙏🙏

KISSY! MWA! *SCREAMS INTO THE VOID*

Vivzie give me more, moar now. MOAR

DAMN. SHE CAN THROW- or maybe it just exaggerates the perspective in this frame but still- ZAMNNN

Cherri x Sir Pentious fans RISE UP.

I wasn't ever really a fan of it myself but I always thought it was CUTE. Like 3 seconds before this part I was already begging for them to kiss 😭

More foreshadowing!

AAAAAA CREEPY BIRD THINGS!!!

Oh wait- Sera's hot and Emily's already adorable

If heaven don't look like what this is in the show, I DONT WANT IT! (THATS A JOKE PLEASE DON'T SMITE ME)

JEALOUS GIRLFRIEND VAGGIE!! Can I just say how much I love Vaggie's face expressions? Not just here but like all the time. She's just made to be so exaggerated, out of all of them I thought it would be Charlie who would have the most dramatic faces but Vaggie wins it for me. I JUST GIGGLE SO HARD WHEN SHE LOOKS LIKE THIS BAHAHAH

Okay yeah. It's very obvious now. Vaggie is definitely an ex-exterminator. They don't close in on Charlie here so it's made to subtly nudge the attention to Vaggie. HOW DID THEY IMMEDIATELY NOTICE IT WAS HER THO??

Hot-

That's it.

SHARE THAT MOTHUSSY GIRL-

YOU'RE TELLING ME SHE GREW OUT ALL OF THAT HAIR?!? YEAH ITS BEEN A LONG TIME SINCE THEN BUT STILL AJJSJD.

But overall the design is pretty meh. I always loved the idea of short hair Vaggie and even have seen art of it but it's just yknow, alright. Reminds me of Cassandra from Tangled: the series. IM LISTENING TO ONE OF THE SONGS RIGHT NOW HELPPP

THIS SCENE HERE! WOOOOO! SO GLAD WE KNOW WHEN AND WHERE THEY FIRST MET!! Wish we got it extended tho. And also probably push it to next episode so it would have a better impact(atleast I think thats when they'll have the duet). BUT WHATEVER SOMETHING IS BETTER THAN NOTHING! or uh whatever

Vaggie must've been a bit terrified at first. The only sinner she ever sent mercy to was a child. Then to see someone who to her is an adult sinner who just looks really human, that must be crazy. BUT THEN IF SHE WAS TOLD THAT CHARLIE WAS ACTUALLY THE PRINCESS OF HELL? HOOOO, LOCK IN AND STEAL HER. THAT'S SOME WATTPAD SHIT. Also, I wonder how long Charlie thought of redeeming sinners. It would make sense to be after meeting Vaggie, since it could have been a wake up call to the fact not all sinners are bad people. Even though Vaggie isn't a sinner technically, Charlie didn't know that at the time. But maybe Charlie was always like this but just needed to meet someone who could start her dream with her. Long rant uhhh

Haha penis 🫵

SCRAP WHATEVER I SAID IN THE FIRST PART. THEY PROBABLY DO FUCK- OR DONT?? I DONT KNOW- ANYWAY LESBIAN SEX (BOTTOM TEXT). WHY DO I CARE SO MUCH??? SOMEONE PULL THE TRIGGER.

Lute looks like a basic asf anime gorl. Adam doesn't ever take his helmet off, or maybe he just can't. OH HE'S DOING THE GAY SIGN 💅💅 Very appropriate for what he's saying

Mentor, apprentice. I love that Husk is just trying to help Angel grow but isn't going to force him into it if he doesn't want to.

Im not a fan of huskerdust and think they'd be better friends as I can't imagine a relationship with them at all. But it's still nice and they are supportive of eachother so that's like- yknow. Basic rules. Or something like that. (HELP. I ruined it all at the last part)

I- girl- WHY IS SHE GROWLING?? GRR GRR RR (INSERT TWILIGHT SAGA HERE)

VAGGIE'S FACE. SENDS ME. WHO GAVE HER THESE OVERDRAMATIC EXPRESSIONS, I APPLAUD YOU RGAGAGA

Ooo... I didnt like this part at all... Instead of making the choice she just runs off. Then because the plot demands it, Adam says nothing. Kinda whish she atleast avoided the question, maybe in some way that would require actual thinking? For a character like Vaggie, she could choose either way and it feel like it's still her. If she chose to protect Charlie's dream, she would still be perfectly loyal to her but in the act of so would reveal a secret that could harm their relationship(which does happen at the end but that's because the plot wanted it like that). If she chose to side with Adam, she'd be hurting Charlie emotionally, sure, but it would keep a secret that could make Charlie see Vaggie less than who she is to her already(atleast what Vaggie might think would happen). Imo it should've been her deciding to protect Charlie, since it would mean she's devoted to her at all times.

ANOTHER THING! IF SHE COULDN'T MAKE THE CHOICE, THAT IS SOMETHING INTERESTING TO GO INTO. Maybe it could go deeper into how Vaggie doesn't know who she is without Charlie. So when she has a choice to make, like here, she can't do it without feeling the need to ask Charlie. BUT NOOO, YA HAD TO GO WITH THIS!! Wow. That was a long ass rant. Wtf 😭

Maybe I'm a dumbass. Maybe they'll talk about that next episode, but still, atleast touch on it a bit to not seem rushed?

Angel looking out for his kids like a mom. We always did need the motherly figure, the one closest to that being Charlie but girl needs a mother in her life too(damn, wait, I did her so dirty).

Huh, so why does it work here then? 🤨🤨 if it was said in the contract that Valentino can do whatever he wants only in the studio, then why is this the exception? 🤨🤨

Yes I'm stupid. Why do you ask? (No genuinely what's happening here)

OH ITS THE IMAGE! I really like Sera so far, hope we get more of her soon or in season 2.

Now that we know the context of this, yeah, that's fucking insane. And badass. WOMEN.

HMM. THATS STRANGE. DID YOU NOT FOR ONCE THINK THERE COULD BE A POSSIBILITY SHE MIGHT HAVE BEEN AN ANGEL? Okay I probably wouldn't either but I have an excuse, I'm an idiot. Some girl with a standing out outfit, with one eye, looks unusually human, right after/during the extermination... that's pretty solid ass proof. But I'm dumb so don't take anything i say seriously :D

Imagine this. No- shit. Just-

JUST LOOK! THEY ARE SO CUTE! EVEN THOUGH CRAZY SHIT IS HAPPENING.

*SWEATS*

Vaggie is DESPERATE. PLEADING. That's obvious yeah, but don't mind me I had nothing to say for the last 3 images I just thought they were cool

I mean. Slay I guess. 😍💅

Do all the exterminators look similar or is it just Lute and Vaggie? 🤨

Even though Vaggie and Charlie may be going through this horrible thing with a hard punch in the gut, but Vaggie is always going to comfort her and I just think that's so adorable.

Also Adam looks like a chicken hah.

Everyone fears to be like Lucifer. If they don't do bad things they believe are for the greater good and make sacrifices that put them higher than those in hell, they could themselves be fallen. It's really interesting but I don't know if it's going to be fleshed out enough with the amount of episodes left. Which also worries me about everything else that still hasn't be concluded. There's gonna be loose strings I just know it. Hopefully though they rather do that then rush everything out y'know?

I want the next episode to be mostly focused on Vaggie and Charlie's relationship and the healing of what happened. Not for the entire episode of course, it would feel drawn out if it did, but atleast address the problem for the first like I would say 10 minutes? Then the rest would focus on one or two loose threads while also having Vaggie and Charlie acting upon moving on. That's just my idea but yeah-

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spirit-lanterns · 10 months

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IT'S THE ALCOHOL TALKING

synopsis: various hsr women when they're drunk.

featuring: serval, stelle, tingyun, fu xuan, asta, bronya

rating: sfw (anyone can interact)

warnings: fem reader, fluff, crack, mentions of alcohol and getting drunk (everyone is of drinking age). very ooc personalities for the girls as they are drunk. pet names, slight pet play (asta), feral tingyun, established relationships.

art credits: bloom into you

SERVAL

“And this so— (hic) is dedicated to my wonderful, beautiful, adorable, most bestest and kindest girlfriend ever—”

When Serval gets drunk, she sings. But the way she sings is less in a badass way and more in a “she took too many shots” kinda way, because your girlfriend was currently doing drunk karaoke at the bar with everyone cheering and shouting. Her body going through a whole workout plan as she was putting her heart and soul into this performance.

You knew you should stop her before she got hurt, but how could you when she was just so cute and screaming her love for you. “Yeahhhhh everyone scream for my girlfriend! She’s the best!” Serval would yell, accidentally causing the mic to screech but not caring because even in her less sober state, she still loved you unconditionally.

“Oh Aeons…” you laughed into your hand and blushed when the rockstar winked in your direction. Yelling the lyrics of some dumb love song while swaying back and forth with the mic. “You’re doing great, sweetie!”

Serval smiled broadly at your shout and raised her arms in the air, feeling like the luckiest woman in the world.

“Wooooo!”

Oh. Oh no…

And then Serval body slammed onto a table. A loud crash echoed throughout the bar as everyone stopped shouting while you ran over to check if she was okay.

“Serval? Serval!”

Your girlfriend swayed for a bit as she slowly looked up at you in a daze. Her body was still getting used to the crash and the alcohol, but even then, she looked up at you and gave you a lopsided grin.

“Oh…you’re pretty. But I have a girlfriend.” she murmured, giggling to herself while gently pushing your hand away.

“I am your girlfriend, silly.” You chuckle, gently lifting her up and brushing her hair back to make sure she wasn’t bruised. “Are you okay, baby?”

Drunk Serval paused, an even deeper blush growing on her face as she didn’t respond.

“…Oh.”

She seemed in awe at how she actually had a girlfriend, and you giggled before lifting her up to her feet. “Come on silly, let’s get you home. You drank too much.”

When you kissed her cheek, Serval blushed even more and looked at you with wide eyes. Seemingly falling in love with you all over again…

STELLE

“Baby…”

Stelle would cling to you needily and look up at you with big puppy dog-like eyes. Whimpering as she begged you to let her do the one thing she loved doing the most.

Dumpster diving.

“No Stelle, you just took a shower.” You hummed, tapping your girlfriend’s cheek and taking another sip of alcohol. “Besides, I let you dumpster dive earlier today. You emptied out three whole trash cans before we came out here.”

Stelle whined and looked over at the dumpster outside the bar. After having way too many sips of alcohol with you, Stelle began feeling the side effects as every dumpster and trash can she saw looked like a playground. That, and she started getting more and more clingy with you, wrapping her arms around your waist and nuzzling into your neck by the bar.

“Please…” she mumbled, practically smothering her body against you like a giant teddy bear. “I want…nnh…wanna jump in…”

Her speech was getting a little slurred and you sighed as you realized your precious Stelle was getting drunk, meaning you’d have to leave sooner or later anyways.

“…One. Dumpster.” You say with a sigh.

Stelle’s eyes lit up and she immediately started kissing your cheek. Usually Stelle would be too shy to do PDA with you in crowded areas, but she was just too drunk and too happy to care. “Thank you!” She mumbled against your cheek, giving it an affectionate little nibble before running off to dive headfirst into the trash.

You chuckled at the sight and made sure to keep watch so she wouldn’t hurt herself. Your girlfriend having a blast as she stumbles around in the dumpster pulling out various items she found interesting.

After a few minutes of dumpster diving, your girlfriend tumbled out of the bin with trash sticking to her hair. “Oof!” Despite that however, she excitedly ran up to you and hugged you. “Baby look, look. I found a new blender…!”

You tried to keep your laughter in as she held up a blender that was not only broken, but was missing its blades. You didn’t have the heart to tell her it was useless, so you just patted her head and praised her. “Good job, baby. You did so well.”

She smiled and closed her eyes, nuzzling you as the effects of alcohol started taking over again and making her clingy. “Can we go home now? I want to add this to my collection…”

Before you could even respond, Stelle ends up slumping against your arms and sleepily kissing your neck. Heat building up in your face as Stelle was never this affectionate with you in public…

“Pfft, okay.” You chuckle, patting your girlfriend on the head, “Let's go home.”

TINGYUN

“Off! Back off!”

Tingyun hissed at yet another stray cat while her tail was raised high in the air. The most unholiest of feral fox sounds emitting from your girlfriend as she screamed at any animal that even so much as dared look at you.

“Tingyun dear, I think that’s enough soju for now…” you gently pulled the glass away from her and watched as she glared holes into the poor dog passing by on the street. Her teeth poked out from between her lips like she was getting ready to attack, nails gripping the hardwood table before you calmed her down with a hug.

“Tingyun, I’m right here.” you hummed into her ear, planting a comforting kiss on her cheek. “I’m not in any danger.”

“Yes, because I am protecting you…!” Tingyun slurred, her tail swaying back and forth before standing upright at the sight of a bird. “Away! Shoo! Shoo!”

Tingyun was definitely one of the most unique types of drunks you’d ever have the pleasure of seeing, as she would get awfully protective of you whenever there were animals present. It was like the foxian side of her had taken over once alcohol entered her system, and while it was entertaining, you did worry for Tingyun’s reputation…

“Pfft, alright dear. Thank you for protecting me from the scary bird,” you cupped her face and pulled her towards you, giggling at the sight of her scrunched up and pouty face. “You’re so brave. I am just simply awestruck at what an amazing girlfriend you are.”

You kiss the top of her nose and Tingyun’s face starts going pink, her tail slowly wagging in praise as she stares lovingly at your eyes.

“I love you…” she purrs out, her drunk-dazed eyes going half lidded like a cat.

“I love you too.” You giggle, cupping her face as you lean in to kiss her fully this time. Closing your eyes and ready to claim her lips when—

HISSSSS

Not again!

You grabbed Tingyun’s face before she could get up and pulled her down towards you. “Oh no you don’t, we are going home.” You quickly kiss her on the lips and distract her long enough to drag her away from the bar. Your foxian girlfriend whining and trying her best to squirm out of your grasp but to no avail.

“Let me go! Baby, let me go!”

She nibbled on your arm as you dragged her away and you sighed, patting her fluffy ears while taking her drunk ass all the way home.

FU XUAN

“Yeah that’s right, she’s (hic) mine…”

Fu Xuan was currently sitting on your lap and glaring at everyone like a feisty kitty who wouldn’t let go of a toy. She had her brows furrowed and tensed in an angry way while she gripped your shoulders to show ownership, her body swaying in a way that indicated to you that your girlfriend was getting drunk.

“Oh, Fu Xuan…” you chuckled, feeling her forehead to see if she was getting sweaty. “Are you getting tipsy?”

“Of course not. I’m (hic) perfectly sober, my love.”

You raised a brow and tried to hide the smirk growing on your face. My love? Since when did Fu Xuan get so affectionate? It was almost like she was lying straight to your face…

“Are you?” You teased, holding her tightly by the waist. “You’re hiccuping, little bunny…”

“I just need more water!” She quickly spat out, before taking another shot of soju which she thought was water. “Nngh! Why is water so bitter?”

“That’s soju, love.” You chuckled, pulling the shot glass away from her hand. “I think you’ve had enough to drink, why don’t we go home?” You pat Fu Xuan’s head and giggle when she starts to pout. “I don’t want to move…” she mumbles, plopping her head into your boobs. “Darling feels good…”

Your heart speeds up when she says this and you can’t help but hold in a squeal. How cute, perhaps drunk Fu Xuan can stay for a little while longer—

No, you shouldn’t. As her girlfriend, the right thing to do is to take her home and take care of her. You sigh and gently hoist her up in your arms, Fu Xuan panicking for a moment as she wraps her legs around your waist.

“Wha— darling the floor is falling—”

“I’m just standing up.”

She immediately clings to your neck and holds on to you tightly, slowly closing her eyes as she feels herself getting nauseous. “Don’t drop me. You hear?”

“Yes darling, I hear.” You chuckle, keeping your arms firmly under her thighs while you begin carrying her out of the bar. “Try not to look up too much, we don’t want you getting dizzy and throwing up on my back.”

Fu Xuan gives you a hissy glare and just blushes before hugging you close. “I won’t throw up…I never throw up…”

She begins grumbling to herself and you smile at the sight. Patting the back of her head while the two of you head home together.

ASTA

“Awe Peppy you’re so cute! Who’s a good boy? Oh who’s my good boy?”

Asta cooed and drunkenly squished your cheeks together while calling you Peppy and patting your head. You, her girlfriend. Her loving and doting girlfriend who was very much human and very much not a dog.

“Asta—” you chuckled, “I’m not Peppy.”

“My Peppy is so big and strong…!” Asta grinned, rubbing your cheeks together while peppering your face in sweet, gentle kisses. “The sweetest and cutest canine ever oh yes you are…”

You rolled your eyes at how silly your girlfriend was being and just went along with it. Deciding to tease her a bit by playing along with her little charade.

“Woof.”

Asta squealed and kissed your face even more, taking another swig of her alcoholic beverage while scratching underneath your chin. “Ohhh if only your other mommy could see you now…” Asta sighed, unaware that her girlfriend was literally right there. “Hm, perhaps I should send her a video.”

Asta whipped out her phone and began recording you while still believing you were Peppy. “Okay Peppy! Let’s send mommy a little video to show her how cute you are being. Come on, say hi to mommy!”

“…Woof.”

You couldn’t help but smile when Asta got so excited, patting your head in praise while going “good boy…!” Into the camera. Oh how embarrassed she will be once she finds the video in her camera roll the next morning, you couldn’t wait.

After a few more minutes of playing the little dog shenanigans with your girlfriend, you finally decided that it was getting late and Asta definitely needed to head back to bed.

“Sigh, okay Asta. I think it’s time we head back home, hm?” You chuckle, finally breaking out of your Peppy act charade. “You’ve had quite a few drinks already…”

Asta tilted her head when she saw you getting up to leave, and her mind instantly went to Peppy once more.

“Oh? Does Peppy want to go home now?” Asta hums, smiling and taking your hand. “Don’t forget your leash!”

Wait, what?

And then out of nowhere she whips out a leash and clips the collar to your neck, surprising you as you had no idea that Asta carried around a leash at all times.

“Come on boy! Let’s go home to mommy!”

She gave the leash a little tug and you sighed with no choice but to follow her. Asta skipping happily beside you with you chuckling beside her in return.

BRONYA

“…”

You were getting worried for your girlfriend as she had been staring at the wall in silence for the past six or so minutes. No pressure, Bronya was usually quiet when invited to bars like this one, but she never was this quiet and it was starting to worry you a little.

“…Bronya?”

You poke her cheek.

“Bronya?”

She blinks and slowly turns to you, eyes wide like a cat who got into some catnip as she seemed to be lost in another world.

“There is a train that can travel through universes.”

Ah, so it’s one of those nights. The kind of nights where Bronya would get lost in the dark abyss of her mind and say the most random, deep things that would have her questioning her sanity by the time you pull her out of the bar.

“Mhm, the Astral Express is capable of doing that.” You chuckle, trying to downplay how deep her thoughts really were. “Uhm…baby?”

Bronya was still staring in silence as she was now looking at the ice cubes melting in her drink. She usually got like this whenever she was sleep deprived or blanking out, but today it was especially prominent as Bronya took one too many sips of her beverage whilst sitting at the bar with you.

“Darling, do you think other universes could come to Belobog and fix our Fragmentum problem?” Bronya said while spacing out, the gears in her mind rolling as she slowly took another sip of her drink. “Aeons, we should’ve told the Astral Express crew to bring back some people. Perhaps the people at the Herta Space Station could help us. Or— I believe they are people…”

Bronya paused again and her eyes got wide.

“Darling…do aliens exist? Are the people at the Herta Space Station actually people?”

She gasped and suddenly turned to face you.

“The Astral Express crew. Do they count as aliens too?!”

You quickly shut her up with a kiss before she could get too deep in her alien vs human conspiracies. Your girlfriend squeaking and blushing before finally calming down in your hold.

“Bronya, sweetie. It’s very late, and as cute as you are rambling about aliens and conspiracy theories, I think it’s time we head back home.” You slowly pulled the drink away from her and helped her stand up from her seat. “Come on, you can borrow my coat. It’s cold out.”

Bronya flushed when you wrapped your coat around her while the two of you began walking back home. The Supreme Guardian leaning against your shoulder affectionately as a comfortable silence falls between you.

“…Do penguins have knees?”

“Oh Aeons.”

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quetiapinnapark · 10 days

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tagged by @martystlouis my best mutual for 12 years wooooo love u girl!!

shuffle your on repeat playlist and list the first 10 songs

catching smoke / king gizzard & the lizard wizard

hunnybee / unknown mortal orchestra

touched something's hollow / of montreal

space cadet / the murlocs

minimum brain size / king gizzard & the lizard wizard

crumbling castle / king gizzard & the lizard wizard

skiptracing / mild high club

après thee dèclassè / of montreal

destroyed by hippie powers / car seat headrest

anthems / charli XCX

i tag @megalopolousity, @soyproteinslugmachine, @vin-of-the-void and @queenpinkyyy

#tag game

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marlenesluv · 6 months

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could u do a charles x country singer reader with a megan moroney fc (i love her)

Country Feels. (CL)

awww yes yes, i can do this!! i hope you like it :)

pairing: charles leclerc x country singer!reader

fc: megan moroney

warnings: none

masterlist here -> masterlist link

^ check my list for all posts! ^

liked by: charles_leclerc, oliviarodrigo, and 281,913 others

y/n.user: thank you, vegas🎲🎰

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countrybb12: my girl played in vegas WOOOOO

user2: stunning, as always!!!

cl16fp: charles? what are you doing hereeee?

yourbsf: ilysm, you were fabulous💗

↳ y/n.user: thank you, hun🥹💗

f1updates: charles following her for a while and is now liking all her posts? okkk mr. sly guy👀

user7: okay queen of country was in my AREAAA

oliviarodrigo: you did soooo amazing!! love you❤️‍🔥

↳ y/n.user: thank you, ma’am ❤️‍🔥

footlooselovaaa: the dresssssss <333

y/nseditsfp8: can’t wait to be able to go to one of your shows!! you’re amazing

user5: hair looks so good! loved seeing you here 🥹

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

liked by: y/n.user, carlossainz55, and 871,014 others

charles_leclerc: vegas, baby👀🪩

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user6: SLAY SHIRT SLAYYYYY

f1updates: he’s vegas man

y/n1fp: anyone find it a little interesting that y/n is in vegas for her tour and here charles is, in vegas and posting a backstage view of a show that looks a lot like hers? 🤔

↳ clcs444: i guess it’s a little odd, but it could just be a coincidence

ferrarieditss: hes gotta be with another driver?

↳ mv1bb: he was spotted with carlos and lando!

user9: living for the content 🤲😝

formula1page: missing our manz on summer break fr

cuntry69: is he there to see mother??? (y/n y/l/n)

↳ vroomies7: ur user is so slay

↳ cuntry69: ty babe

arthur_leclerc: don’t gamble too much

↳ charles_leclerc: 👍

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twitter:

F1 Gossip Blog @gossipf1 • 2hr ago

Charles Leclerc Spotting!:

Charles was seen at dinner with none other than Y/n Y/l/n! Y/n is a country star, most know for her songs ‘Tennessee Orange’ , ‘I’m Not Pretty’ and ‘Can’t Break Up Now’.

Suspicions of them dating are flying around social media. You do have to admit, they would make a power couple. What do you think? Let us know.

↳ CL16 Talks @charlesle16 • 2hr ago

Bro, Y/n is genuinely one of the prettiest people I have ever seen! And her music? SO good!! Her and Cha would be sooo cute 🥹

↳ F1 Wag Page @f1wagspage • 2hr ago

New wag!!?? She’s so pretty, talented, and funny in her interviews. Can’t wait to see what happens!

↳ Y/n OG Fanpage @y/ny/l/nfp1 • 1hr ago

Mother is dating a race car driver….

↳ F1 Page @f1forever • 1hr ago

NO. A formula 1 driver, there’s a difference. F1 is better

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

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y/n.user: thank you so much for an amazing tour. and thank you for streaming my new album, i’m so lucky to be able to call you all my fans. i love you, see you in monaco 🫡❤️‍🔥

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f1updates: did she just casually say that she’s going to monaco- OMG

danielricciardo: loved the new album!🤠

↳ y/n.user: thank you so much, dan! 🤠

dr3edits: DANNY???!

f1wags: we ALL know

user6: she’s going to monaco?

↳ ln4edits: yesss. prolly for charles🫠

countrybabes7: i loved the album sm, you are it up (per usual)

char16: charles stays liking but won’t comment. like BRO, it’s fine, we know

y/nismyicon: queen of country is dating king of f1 fr

formulaa2: live laugh love y/n

lilymhe: pretty pretty girl in her pretty pretty dresses

↳ y/n.user: you > anyone else

↳ lilymhe: no you > anyone else

↳ carmenmmundt: stop flirting guys! your bfs are gonna see

↳ lilymhe: 😟o.m.g.

↳ y/n.user: omg carmen😳

↳ carmenmmundt: OMG

user1: LMAO CARMEN😭😭😭😭

f1editpage: carmen just confirming what we already know

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

your instagram story:

seen by: charles_leclerc, carmenmmundt, and 384,104 others

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

charles’ instagram story:

seen by: y/n.user, carlossainz55, and 813,914 others

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

liked by: charles_leclerc, francisca.cgomes, and 417,194 others

y/n.user: ferrari, baby

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charles_leclerc: you are a horrible driver, mon chéri

↳ y/n.user: hmph😒

f1wags: WOAH CONFIRMED SLAY

user3: too cuteeeeee

lailahasanovic: love u two together

↳ y/n.user: awe, laila💗 i love u and mick together

↳ mickschumacher: thanks 😁

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lvndrdaaze · 8 days

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GANG OMG I GOT AN IDEA.

Okay okay okay mkaaayyy sososo what if...

Diluc.

I'LL SING YOUR FAVORITE SONG FOR YOU IF YOU DO IT!!!!

—🎶🎼🎵 ANON

wooooo i finished uni this week!!! so i'll be back to writing a lot more over the next few weeks i think (*^‿^*)

also...Diluc (┳◇┳)

just for you bestie, i wrote something soft and feelsy for Diluc (is this a little yandere? i can't tell oof)

(p.s idk what my favourite song is, but Hard Times by Paramore always reminds me of Diluc sooo.... (・ω<) )

Diluc SFW Alphabet - I

(SFW, gn!reader, no warnings as far as I can tell?)

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

It took Diluc months after first meeting you to develop feelings for you, and then even longer to become aware of them, being as repressed as he is.

It started with a feeling of quiet whenever you were around, the sense that he was a man free of burdens whenever you were near.

This, he simply attributed to the close friendship he had found in you, one which he hadn't experienced in years. That was the logical answer.

These feelings evolved into a desire to be around you more, to see you smile, even to be the reason for it.

But the more time went by, the more these feelings grew. He could hardly go a day without seeing you. His chest felt heavy whenever you weren't around.

He fought to hide the smile that came over his face whenever you entered the room, so thankfully, few people noticed.

But then, every feeling of warmth he got around you grew so intense, that he could hardly hide it any longer.

His expression would change the moment you entered a room. He would listen with rapt attention to whatever you were talking about, no matter how unimportant. He would purposefully spend time around you, delaying his responsibilities for more time by your side.

Kaeya noticed, Jean noticed, even Venti noticed. He was a different person whenever you were around. Lighter, less troubled by his past.

Eventually, after months, he had to finally admit it to himself.

He was falling for you.

For several months, he kept the information to himself, insisting to himself and the others that it was for your own protection. That being seen with him could put you in danger.

But really, he was terrified of the intensity of his own feelings.

The immense rage he felt when someone else looked at you the wrong way.

The profound happiness he felt when you sought him out to spend your time with him.

The unbearable jealousy when you showed that perfect smile to anyone besides him.

He had no idea what he might do if you didn't feel the same way, where he would put all of these feelings if not into you.

Everything built, the feelings fermenting in his chest until he felt he might burst, until one day when he couldn't take it anymore.

He finally confessed to you.

Everything came out, the way you made him feel, the blazing passion that you had set alight in him.

And then, he spoke the words that he had finally realised to be true from the absolute bottom of his heart.

"I'm in love with you."

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lewkwoodnco · 7 months

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Hii I wanted to request Anthony Lockwood×fem!reader with the song "How you get the girl." With them being friends and her being there when he opened the agency. All of them are on a case, and she almost gets ghost touched, so the drive home is very intense, then Lockwood gets mad at her for being reckless, she doesn't want to argue with him so she just goes to sleep crying, the next week Lockwood avoids her, and he sees a nightmare about her dying, so he pushes her even further away. She thinks that he is in love with Lucy because he is avoiding her and spending more time with Lucy. So she leaves the agency, and Anthony doesn't stop her because he thinks he is doing the right thing for her. Lucy and George miss the reader because they're very good friends, so they persuade Lockwood to tell the reader how he feels and bring her back, but Lockwood doesn't listen because he thinks it's for the better. Meanwhile, the reader gets very depressed because she misses them. After months of missing them, she can't do it anymore and tries to drown herself, but Lucy and George find her, so she gets angry at them and leaves. Lucy and George tell everything to Lockwood, who can't do it anymore. So he goes to the reader's house to confess and get her back.

How You Get the Girl - Lockwood x Reader

A/N: wooooo I’ve taken a long break from angst and this fic scratched all my itches hheheheh and in honour of 1989 TV!!! TW brief suicidal mentions but I try not to go into much detail, and goodnight god I need to sleeeeep wc: 4.8k

The four of them were in a cemetery, tasked to tackle three confirmed Lurkers. They were grateful it wasn't more, what with only half of them having decent Sight, but she was starting to feel bored, prodding the pebbles in the soil like some makeshift game, penned inside her iron chains near the gate. Lucy was also inside a different set of chains, but hers was inside the cemetery, where all the action was, and where she could somewhat help to look for the Sources. She had been more than ready to be the one standing nearer to the gate, but she was better at scaling walls so it was only logical to have her be the one inside in case...in case something went wrong with the gate.

Still, if George's yelling was any indication, they'd just found the second source, so it wouldn't be much longer now. They'd find the last source, pack up, and leave this dimly lit place which made her stomach churn.

"Where's the last one? I don't -" Lucy's scream tore into the night sky, cutting Lockwood off. She nearly fell over her rapier as she stumbled to her feet, hands growing clammy as she squinted through the cemetery's fog. She had never heard Lucy scream, let alone one filled with so much terror. Her mouth felt like rubber as she listened for something, anything, but was deafened by her heart pounding in her ears. Nothing. It was eerily quiet, as if none of them were there. She called out to her friends. Still nothing. She tried not to think about the last time Lockwood had been this quiet on a case. Turns out, he wasn't quite as chatty when bleeding out from a gunshot wound. Something similar must have happened now. His knees were probably buckling under himself right now, exhaling his last breath, as she stayed behind her chains like a coward. She heard a forlorn whisper - her own, even though she didn't register herself speaking.

"Lockwood. Lockwood?"

He was dead. She didn't know why, or how, but in that moment she knew for a fact that he was dead, or dying, and no one could bear to tell her. Sod the chains.

She tentatively stepped out of the circle, swallowing as her nausea increased tenfold. The crunch of the gravel beneath her boots seemed too loud for a night as quiet as this. The silence emanating solidified with every step she took, until the absence began to feel like something tangible. Her thoughts were running ahead of her, taunting her, preparing her for the worst sight imaginable. George with his head smashed upon? Lucy with her throat slashed? Lockwood, impaled on his own rapier?

She felt a prickling at the back of her neck, the kind that comes when a Visitor is too close. She lashed behind herself clumsily, rapier suddenly as bulky and unfamiliar as it was years back. She’d been in far more life-threatening situations, and yet now was the time she chose to have all her skills fly out of the window.

She felt a harsh jerk at her left elbow, and for the second time that night, she had an unpleasant swooping sensation of uncertainty twist her stomach. Fire spluttered inches from her face and she flinched, bumping into Lockwood, whose fingers had slipped from the crook of her elbow to her wrist. He looked around wildly, pulling his rapier back defensively, before she heard an unpleasant screech as her ears popped. Panic seeped out of her as she readjusted to the real world, becoming increasingly aware of his grip on her pulse. His hair was messed up and the side of his face glittered with soot, but he seemed too busy struggling with something himself to speak. He looked just as disconcerted as she felt, but the longer he observed her with trepidation in his eyes, she felt that it had more to do with her than the Lurkers.

“They...found the source?” She asked breathlessly, anything to break the silence.

“...yes.” He bit out, and she was thrown off by the venom in his voice. There was something different about him, something surlier. George gave a shout from behind and Lockwood snapped out of it, letting go of her wrist and moving away. By the time her wits had sufficiently returned, he was already finishing up some paperwork and George and Lucy had just finished loading their supplies into the cab. She tried to catch Lockwood's eye as he walked towards them, but he seemed to be aggressively avoiding her gaze. The crushing feeling was back. The cab ride was no less easy.

“Were you ghost-locked?” Lucy had picked up that something was off and she had the foresight to sit up front with the driver, while George was stuck between them. Lockwood, being Lockwood, wasn't about to wait until they reached home to start on her.

“No.” Couldn’t even see the bloody thing, she wanted to add, but she felt it wouldn’t help her case.

“Drawn out by the visitor?”

“No.” She felt the hot prick of shameful tears behind her eyes as she cradled her forehead. What had gotten into her? She had been embarrassingly paralysed for no good reason, rapier slack in her hand like an amateur trainee who couldn’t tell one end from the other.

“You of all people should know to stay within the chains. You know how little you can see. This isn’t your first Lurker - “

“I heard noises, and some screaming, and then it was dead quiet. I thought something terrible had happened.”

"What screaming?" It was harder for Lucy to follow the conversation from the front, but she still tried earnestly.

Her response died at her lips as she caught George's equally confused glance. The realisation dawned on her unpleasantly. Of course no one knew what she was talking about. There was no screaming. She should have known better, she did know better: Lurkers were notorious for causing visual and auditory hallucinations. Lockwood didn't wait for an answer, and pressed on heatedly.

“Even if she had screamed, your first instinct is to abandon your only form of protection? You’re not a newbie, L/N. So why I am I having to spell this out for you?”

“Spell what out for me?” It was a little more vicious than what the rest were accustomed to seeing, especially since very little of Lockwood riled her up this much after working with him for so long. But he hadn’t referred to her by her surname for years, and it stung.

“You could have died! You nearly did die. Never, have I ever seen a disregard for personal safety so deplorable. Really, what were you thinking?”

She rests her head against the cold window, the rattling a welcome relief to her pounding head, her exhaustion finally catching up to her, her words like loose marbles on her tongue. “I…I don’t know. I wasn’t- I was just…I wasn’t thinking.”

“Clearly.”

As far as misunderstandings went, theirs never went this far. Lockwood was an open book to her, and where he was stubborn she was even-tempered enough to knock some sense into him before things escalated this far. But this was new territory. She had never seen him this angry before and certainly never towards her, and she was too weak to shoulder his anger bravely. She could see the irritation behind the tension in his shoulders as he stabbed his rapier into their rapier stand near the front door, and felt her heart fold within itself even more. He jerked towards her like there was something he wanted to stay. A million words and feelings raced across his face. She opened her mouth, willing her fatigued mind to say something to patch the rift.

“I’m sorry.” She held her breath. “I didn’t mean to make you worry.”

Any other day, he would have sighed, maybe held off for a second or two, before pulling her into a half hug or ruffling her hair, and dragging her to the kitchen. Because where Lockwood was smooth and charismatic, she was clunky with words and sometimes she couldn’t find the right ones. But with Lockwood, she didn’t need to. He would take one look in her eyes and pluck the thought out with devastating grace. It was her and Lockwood, Lockwood and her, forever scampering to each other’s rooms across the hallway to tell the other about their latest inane thought, until George yelled at them to quit it.

But today was not any other day.

“If you pull a stunt like this again…I don’t know if I could trust you enough to stay safe on cases.”

Her voice was an ugly croak. “…what?”

“Y/N…I cannot, in good conscience, entertain or enable you in this-this suicidal-“

“Lockwood, it was an accident. You know that, right?”

“That’s besides the-“

“You can’t possibly think I did this on purpose!”

“I don’t know.”

His eyes dropped, and she felt tears stinging her eyes again. “You...don’t...know.” She echoed him distantly, turning over each syllable on her tongue carefully, voice as hollow as his. “You don’t know…what? You don’t know…me?”

Flashes of the life they built together ran through her mind. Patiently dusting the frames that cluttered the walls. Broaching the idea of starting an agency. Standing hours in line at DEPRAC to register said agency. Going to Arif’s for the first time. Weeks of singed hair and smoky air as they relentlessly shortlisted the most cost-effective suppliers for their kits. Getting over her first breakup and watching him laugh as she swore off dating forever. Cycling indoors on a rainy afternoon just for the hell of it, while George nagged at them incessantly. Buying a cake the day their paperwork was approved and it being smeared on DEPRAC’s certificate within a minute of it being cut. Getting yelled at by Barnes for the first time. Getting injured for the first time and having him excessively fuss over the cut. Arguing about their noses while waiting for their cab in the cold after a case (he insists they’re the same, and she disagrees, partly because she isn’t sure if she could handle knowing that). Framing their first (less than complimentary) news article. Him putting the kettle on in the mornings so that it’s just the right temperature by the time she comes down to the kitchen.

Somewhere along the line, she became acutely aware that the glow she felt watching him nibble at toast in bright spirits after a long case wasn’t completely normal, but then she forgot, because it didn’t matter at the time. But now it felt like it should.

He swallowed with a resolute set to his jaw that told her he wasn’t going to change his mind anytime soon. She felt a tremor run through her hand, a sudden urge to reach out and clench the lapels of his coat, to hold on to the misty silhouette of a friend who was quickly dissolving into thin air.

And then he was gone, and she was alone, and the rift deepened and gaped its visceral jaws in front of her, threatening to swallow her whole. She numbly got dressed for bed, forgetting about the slice on her forearm until she dragged it across her sheets. It smarted, but there was a comfort in the irritation and rawness.

That night, she dreamt of bicycles rolling along on hardwood floors, the shadows the library fire cast in the grooves of Lockwood's face, and rough walls she couldn't scale. She didn't know when she started to cry.

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"So we all slept like shit. Good to know."

George walked into an uncharacteristically silent kitchen. Lucy was glumly stirring her tea, Lockwood favoured the newspaper over breakfast that morning, and she had a plate of buttered toast in front of her that she kept forgetting about. "At least the two of you had the chains for, er, most of it."

"Please. It was just as bad inside the chains. I kept hearing my teammates die over, and over, and..." She covered Lucy's hand with one of her own, gently removing her spoon.

Breakfast was a sorry affair, and the rest of the week didn't fare much better either, and things reached a breaking point on Sunday. Lockwood shut himself up in the library to get their files and invoices straightened out. There we go, another first: first morning they didn't speak a word to each other. Lucy was busy with rapier practice and George went off to the Archives, so she decided to head out for some fresh air. She came home around lunchtime. George wasn't back yet, but she couldn't hear the jets going off in the basement. She crept upstairs, her stomach twisting at the sight in Lockwood's room.

He was seated on his bed, concerningly pale, talking to Lucy in a low voice. The scene looked so intimate she felt like an intruder just watching them. She tapped on his door, and their heads jumped apart.

"Everything okay?" She tried to keep her tone light, but Lucy's grave face and Lockwood still pointedly looking away didn't help. Lucy gave him a not-so-subtle kick and he grimaced. Her face fell.

"Sorry, I...didn't mean to intrude."

"No, no, it was nothing. We were just talking about yesterday's case. Right, Lockwood?"

"I'll just go -"

"Luce, mind helping me pack the chains?" He held out a duffel bag. The duffel bag he always gave her, not Lucy, to pack the chains. To her credit, Lucy didn't seem much happier than her either, and she snatches the bag from him in a huff. As Lucy walks away, she wonders what it must be like to be loved by Anthony Lockwood. He stands up and starts to shift around his room, fiddling with odds and ends; but curiously, he hasn't asked her to leave.

"I can't - " Her words failed her, but she gritted her teeth and forced them out anyway, the hard edge in her voice giving way to a weak whisper. "I can't stand this. You can't keep freezing me out."

"I don't know what you're talking about. What I do know is that we have a job at 135 Manilla Street and if you don't feel up for it..."

She didn't finish his sentence. She wasn't going to give him the satisfaction. She wasn't going to play into his emotionally manipulative hands like putty. Lucy awkwardly walked out of the room.

"...maybe you shouldn't come."

For the first time in nearly 18 hours, he finally looked at her, but nothing could have prepared her for the contempt he held.

"Don't be ridiculous." "Of course I'm coming."

"Actually, I was just discussing this with Lu-" A heavy boot chucked from the attic narrowly missed Lockwood's head. "I came to the decision, after talking with Luce, that maybe it's best you don't come tonight. I don't want a repeat of yesterday."

"Well, I'm sorry you feel that way, because I'm coming. This is my job." Lockwood didn't seem to appreciate that in the same way she did. She was distantly aware of George calling out into the house, and Lockwood slammed the stack of books he was gathering onto his desk in response. Anger seemed to be the only emotion he could express after last night.

"Why can't you just listen for once? Why must you always be so...so difficult?"

"I'm not some possession for you to do with as you please! You yell at me, ignore me, scorn me, now lock me up just because you've decided you don't want to look at me?"

"Enough." There was a warning hidden in the tone of his voice as he started to close his door, but she wasn't done. Some fragmented fracture of Lockwood still cared about her, cared about his awful behaviour, and by God was she going to shake that out of him.

"What do I care? Keeping secrets behind locked doors is all you're good at anyway."

He froze just as the door was a fraction of an inch away from closing, a deadly quiet settling over the house. Even the rustling in the kitchen stopped.

“Look, I didn’t want to have to this.” Oh, he’s most definitely seeing red now. “But I am your employer, Miss L/N, and it is for me to decide which cases you do or do not go for.”

"So...this is just what we're going to do for the next...forever? I'll never go on a case again just because you have some weird problem with it? I'll just -" She let out a harsh bark of laughter, suddenly manic with panic. "I'll just leave then, shall I? Get out of your hair, for good?"

"I didn't say that."

“Don’t. Don’t. Don’t do this, Lockwood.” Her breath was coming in embarrassingly agitated now. Was the air thinning? Her head was spinning like she might pass out. She pushed against the door with ore force than she needed, meeting surprisingly little resistance. He was standing woodenly, eyes unseeing, and yet she felt that was the most honest he had been since the previous night. She looks at him, and for the first time, she wonders what he’s thinking about.

"Fine. Be like that, then." She wants to reach out, beg him to want her to stay, but instead she pulls herself away. She opens drawers and cabinets and pours clothes and misery into her worn suitcase. Lucy stands hopelessly in the doorway and George is whispering something furious to Lockwood, who just watches her stonily. A part of her feels stupid, as stupid as the night before, like she had lost some race in taking this long to realise she was hoping, praying, waiting for nothing. As she leaves, George searches her face and pats her shoulder awkwardly. When she reaches the front door, a movement in the shadows makes her jump.

"He's just being an arse. You know that. Just wait a few days. Please.”

Lucy. Sweet Lucy. Sweet, well-meaning Lucy who was better than the lot of them. She was going to miss her the most. She told her as much, but Lucy didn’t seem amused.

“You don't have to leave." She pulled Lucy into a hug, keeping her bitterness barely at bay.

"Oh, Luce. What else can I do?"

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She lives in a cold, cramped flat at the edge of civilisation, away from anyone's eyes. Away from Lockwood's cold, dead eyes. Some days she reads the paper, and every time she tries to force herself to read it as Lockwood would. She stays in the bed for the first week, but her savings are only so little, and eventually she starts working again. Too frail to set out as an independent agent, she signs on part-time with Fittes. She doesn't bother to get to know her teammates. Kipps is unexpectedly kind to her in ways he would rather die than acknowledge. She doesn't stick around long enough to get checked up by their medics after cases.

She returns to her dimly lit cavern and clumsily bandages her cut alone with none of his attention to detail. She drags her palm weakly across her eyes and tries to remember her friends' faces. Did Lucy's bob end at her chin, or her clavicles? How big were the lenses of George's glasses? Lockwood is a mist that colours her new life. Turns out, life is a lot more depressing without George's propensity for intellectual name-calling and Lucy's aggressively positive spirit. Sometimes she catches herself taking her tea the way Lockwood does, and she wonders where Lockwood ends and where she begins.

She goes to sleep wishing she had never met him, and wakes up with a million things to tell him. She sees the occasional silhouette wandering the street as she draws her curtains and lets her heart pretend it's him. She fumbles with her love for him, not knowing where, or how, to put it down. Day in and day out, her yearning threatens to consume her entirely.

One night, after a case at a bridge over the Thames, she runs into George and Lucy, and it's the most alive she's ever felt since she left. They want to hear about her but she brushes it off immediately: she wants to hear everything and anything about 35 Portland Row and its inhabitants.

"He's bloody awful lately. He's too quiet, and he keeps staring out of windows like he's waiting for something, even at night. George had to knock him out with cough syrup to stop him from coming tonight; he's wasting away. Of course, George occasionally forces some food down his throat and wrestles him into his bed every once in a while, but..." Lucy worries her bottom lip and she feels her stomach sink. "I don't know how much longer this can last."

"I keep telling him to reach out to you -"

"Reach out to me? Do you know where I live?"

George exchanges a look with Lucy. "Well, not exactly, but it took Lockwood all but half a day to find out. Not that he'll tell us. Coherent speech is...it's becoming a bit of a struggle for him. Either way, I have no idea what's keeping him from apologising when he's clearly so cut up about it."

After they leave, she replays the conversation in her head while waiting to be dismissed, trying to extract as much meaning as she could from their words. She thinks about the dark apartment waiting for her. An empty flat. An empty life. Before she realises, she's neck deep in the Thames, a step away from walking off the sea bed. Freedom from this pain, from these shackles which bound her to earthly woes, was deliciously close. She closes her eyes and takes the final step, water rushing in to dull her hyperactive senses.

But the peace didn't last long. Suddenly, she felt hands hauling her out of her cool sanctuary, and desperate panting coupled with water splashing. The water in her lungs hurt and she felt like a sack of potatoes. After much painful gagging and coughing, she gathered her wits. Lucy was apprehensively leaning over her, and she could hear George agitatedly pacing and muttering behind them.

"I thought you looked weird. Your eyes were too bright."

"...dead man walking. I'm gonna kill him. I'm gonna rip his throat out..."

"Come home with us, Y/N. Just for tonight. Please."

She looks at Lucy, suddenly furious at her for interfering. What did she know? This wasn't some small tiff where she and Lockwood could just hug and make up. She was better off without them. She dodges Lucy's concern and outstretched hand, shakily rising to her feet.

"If it was as simple as coming home, believe me - I would have returned a long time ago."

"Y/N..."

"I don't need you looking after me! I'm fine alone. Just go home, Lucy." Shame was beginning to fester inside of her. "Just go home."

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Hell is beating at her windows when she wakes up. The rain comes down hard and fast in sheets, and for the first time, she feels grateful to have this roof, however old, over her head. She curls up at her window with a large cup of coffee, watching the heavens rage.

Suddenly, her head jerks towards the front door. She listens carefully for a moment, but only hears the wind howling through some hidden draft. And yet, her feet are walking her towards the door. She feels it in her bones the way she hasn't felt it since that fateful night months back. Something new is waiting for her.

She opens the door to a drenched man with his fist poised, ready to knock. It takes her a few blinks to reconcile the image of the man in front of her with the Lockwood she now only hazily remembered. They hadn't been exaggerating; he really did look awful. His skin was dull and stretched grotesquely over his bones, and his eyes look positively bruised. He was aggressively shivering in the rain, no umbrella in sight. She instinctively stepped back and he gratefully entered, rubbing his hands together for some warmth.

"Are you insane? What are you doing here?"

"I know what happened last night."

She subconsciously withdrew within herself. "George told you?"

"Lucy, actually. George and I haven't been on the best of terms lately, but, as of now, he's stopped speaking to me entirely."

"Ah." A small part of her flickered sympathetically. She remembered how much George meant to Lockwood, and vice versa, but the memory felt so unused, as if it were from a different life.

If he notices how dismal her flat is, he doesn't let on. In fact, he only seems interested in looking at her, drinking her in like a man starved. She allows it, but only for a while, and only because it's too big of a relief to have him standing here, larger than life, right in front of her. Starving, yes; sleep-deprived, yes; but very much alive.

"Come now, Y/N. Don't look at me like that."

"It's been a very long six months. I'll look at you however I want."

He sighs and shifts her chair closer to her and, as if inspired by some sudden bout of insanity, takes her hand, but doesn't seem to know exactly what to do with it.

"Lucy and George have been yelling at me to tell you the truth for ages now, but...I was too afraid. I was a coward. But after my earful from George last night...I realised you were just as scared as I was. Probably even more, all alone. And I'm trying to find it in me to be brave enough for the both of us." She listens cautiously, too burnt to fully believe.

He laces his fingers into her own, and brings it up to his face tenderly. "Remember how it used to be? Me and you, you and me. Just the two of us against the rest of the world." He fiddles with his pocket, and she hears a crinkling of brittle newspaper. It's their first picture in the papers. George, with significantly fewer wrinkles, is standing off to one side. Lockwood is trying and failing to look professional, which probably has to do with the way she's thrown her arms around his neck and is pressing a half-kiss to his cheekbone. She couldn't help it; she was just so proud of him. That's the photo to gets her to smile for the first time in months.

His own smile wobbles as he watches her, then slides off entirely, leaving behind an Anthony Lockwood that looks much older than his years.

"I don't know what I was thinking that day. I had a really bad string of nightmares that week where...where your lips would be blue and your pulse long gone by the time I reached. It was such a close shave, I can't help but think..." She wants to reach out and smooth the crease in his brow. "What if I were a second late?"

"But you weren't. Isn't that all that matters?"

A glimmer of a smile skimmed his face. "Yeah, well, Lucy told me as much."

"Smart girl."

"But I didn't listen. I tried - god, I tried - but I couldn't. I thought you would be safer without me. So when you started saying you'd leave, this awful seed was planted in my head, and I was angry, but also madly in love with you, and I didn't know how to say any of it."

A tear falls on their joined hands. "That evening really messed me up, Lockwood. It screwed with my head big time."

"I know." There was a rush in his voice that mirrored the same kind of rush that had flitted through her body for the past six months. "And I don't expect you to ever forgive me. I'll spend the rest of my life fixing the damage I've done. But...but...if somewhere down the road...you find it in your big heart to forgive me and my sins...I might just love you. No more secrets or locked doors; I'm done with them. Y/N L/N, I'm ready to love you wildly and freely."

First time she didn't absolutely hate him saying her last name.

#fanfiction #lockwood & co #anthony lockwood x reader #anthony lockwood x you #lockwood and co #fanfic #anthony lockwood imagine #lockwood and co netflix #lockwood x y/n #taylor swift #1989 taylor's version #1989 tv #taylor swift 1989 #how you get the girl #hygtg #requested

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omgsuperstarg · 1 year

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Shut up and Drive- Toto Wolff x Assistant! Reader

Another one shot with the Capricorn King Toto Wolff. I hope yall like it and subscribe for more

This short is based on this video with him and his lovely wife Susie!!! Ughhh I live for them soo much, they're such a cute and POWERFUL COUPLE!!!!

Alright!!! Let's burn some rubber!!!!!!!!!!

As one of Toto's assistants, it's stipulated that you keep him on track of his appointments and all drama that entails throughout the day. You had your fair share of chaos and it always goes on overdrive on a race weekend. Right now the team is currently in Miami for another Race for the 2023 season and with the sweltering sun and hotter cars it was shaping up to be another fun weekend.

This is your outfit. imagine the Mercedes shirt replacing the blouse

Your gloves

You were multitasking between your computer and Toto and Bono as they analyzed data before the race kicked off when suddenly your best friend and Mercedes' Social Media moderator Jessica approached you.

"Y/N just the girl I wanted to see, I have a fun assignment for you," She says smiling evilly

"Oh boy, I know im gonna regret life choices ", I respond playfully scared.

"Don't worry love, you're going to be doing this assignment with Toto so you'll be safe. How do you feel about driving around the BOSS", she says wringing her hands like a bond villain.

"What are we waiting for, LETS GOO!!", you say pulling her towards the beloved team principal.

Once Toto was caught up to speed, both you and Toto proceeded to the vehicle with your cell phone out to capture it all.

Entering the car, you strapped in your seatbelt and began to record your POV.

"Okay guys, here I am bout to be driven around the track by my Boss. If you don't hear from me again you know who to look at", you say while flipping the camera to show your boss.

"Don't worry, you'll be completely fine and ill even drive slow", the statuesque man sounds while patting my shoulder in a comforting way.

"You say that now but I know the gears be running in your head on ways to torment me. I can feel this is your hazing ritual for me since I'm new," you say while giggling. Your face however is still sceptical, the car begins moving as you begin to further document your trip and that's when the chaos starts.

Toto pumps the gas without warning and the speed was astounding like any adrenaline junkie you begin to cheer in delight.

"Wooooo, this is what im talking bout. It's official I'm petitioning for Toto to be a stunt driver!!", you say as your body slightly moves with the car as it turns.

"I wonder if the fans petitioned you to be James Bond, cuz you have the vintage look of the early movies but a lot more gentlemanly. "you say as you whip your head to the statuesque Austrian.

"A few times, I thought about acting, but I figured it wasn't my place.", he says wistfully.

"Alright boss man,it's the final turn. Give me some speed and remember, if I aint feeling some kind of G force you going too slow."you say while giggling.

You take notice of his playful smile,which resembles a wolfish grin. You couldn't help but snap a picture to remember the moment. This should be one of the main pictures of the post. Sadly, all things must end. Finally, it's your turn.

You decided to wear your fingerless leather gloves for this moment and connect your phone to the car's radio since you have the perfect song in mind.

"Okay, now I have one of my lovely assistants to take her little spin round the track," the leader responds with his Austrian accent shining through.

I'm lovely?!?! Aweee sir, you flatter me, but I hope you don't mind if I put on a little music for us to cruise to, "you say, smiling in glee.

So you turn the radio up and started off slow. After the road was clear, I went full-on fast and furious.

You were hitting those turns like the drivers on the track.

"I hope you're enjoying yourself boss", you state while keeping eyes on the road and jamming to the song on the radio. "I can truly say that this is an experience. I love your touch of the gloves and playing Rihanna is quite fitting for the situation", he speaks with his joyful laugh filling your ears.

"I never thought you would be a Rihanna fan", playfully gasping at his statement. You can thank my eldest daughter for that", he says.

"Are you sure you're not a driver?", the boss man playfully asks. "No, I wish. Maybe if I have gotten into it from a young, now I would've been turning heads but I'm happy where I am, I still get to be in a world I love with the most chill team EVER!!", you say getting a little emotional.

The car slows down as you return to the pits, wishing the time wasn't over. After exiting you gave Toto a hug thanking him for a great time as well as for putting up with your crazy fun.

"I enjoyed it and I sure as hell wouldn't mind doing a carpool karaoke with you the next time",

"I've already made note of it sir and Im looking forward to hearing THAT VOICE", you say as you conclude your heart-to-heart heading back to the garage to observe the good chaos of race day.

#toto wolff x reader #mercedes f1 #f1 x reader #toto wolff fic #f1 imagines #formula one x reader #f1 one shot #formula 1 imagine

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chaotic-orphan · 2 months

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hello! i love "the stranger" so much and was wondering if you're planning to continue it?

The Stranger (4)

Read part one here

Continued from here

Hellooooo yes! Absolutely! The first half was in my drafts from febuwhump so this has been worked on in the last few months so wooooo! I forgot about this and the heretic series but now I’m like oh hon hon hon anyway, enjoy!!!!

*~*~*~*~*

“There,” said the Mayor to Hero as he walked into his office. “We did everything you asked, look, even the rug is gone to be dry cleaned. So do you wanna tell me why we had to go through this big song and dance for you, Princess?”

Hero blinked, staring out the Mayor’s window into the street below, back turned to the Mayor. “You didn’t do it for me,” they said, eyes fixing on the sky, blue cast in streaks of orange and reds.

“Then who did I do it for? Myself?” Mayor asked with a scoff. “Jesus fucking Christ. You heroes and your drama. I need a drink. You want one? Whiskey okay?”

“I’m still on the clock, sir.”

“Me too, which means we’re getting paid to drink. Isn’t that wonderful? I love politics.”

Hero rolled their eyes. “I’ll pass.”

“Suit yourself,” Mayor said as he crossed his office to a small table in the corner where his decanter of whiskey sat waiting beside two crystal clean glasses. Mayor lifted the stopper with a soft clink as he poured two fingers of the honey coloured liquid. “So how did you know that showing the kid his shadowed brains was going to work?”

Hero turned to face Mayor slowly, and shrugged. “I hoped.”

Mayor let out a bark of laughter, brown eyes meeting Hero’s. “You hoped? Come on. You gotta do better than that, Hero.”

Hero pinched their lips together looking for a better answer to give to Mayor, but honestly? Hero just hoped it would be enough to stop the compulsion or whatever was done to the boy.

Mayor nodded his head to the two leather arm chairs to the right of the window and Hero obliged his request, settling into the one opposite Mayor.

“I think because he said he had to blow his brains out in front of you,” Hero continued, brown furrowing as their thoughts processed. “It’s not a clear objective. How would they know if their brains were splattered all over your wall if they couldn’t see it for themselves?”

Mayor nodded, swirling the liquid in his glass as Hero spoke. He was far better than the last Mayor the city had, Hero thought, observing him then. He wasn’t an idiot, he was shrewd and smart. He saw things from a different perspective but you didn’t have to spell everything out for him. He could put two and two together just fine.

“So you acted on instinct, then?”

“Yes sir.”

Mayor chuckled to himself, bringing the glass to his lips. “I should give you a medal,” he said before taking a sip.

“I don’t think that’s necessary,” said Hero lightly. “Besides, that kid’s death wasn’t what the intended murderer wanted.”

Mayor’s eyes narrowed slightly. “No, I was thinking the same thing.”

“If they wanted to send you a message, or me for that matter,” said Hero, eyes darkening. “Then they could be more organised than I initially imagined.”

It was Mayor’s turn to study Hero’s face as they fell into a silence. After a beat Mayor said: “you think it has something to do with your missing Vigilante?”

“I’m hoping it doesn’t,” Hero replied.

“You and your hope.”

Hero shook their head. “Honestly Mayor, sometimes it’s all I got.”

“Well that’s your job, ain’t it? Be the symbol of hope, be an inspiration. You leave the realistic side of things in the city to me, Hero, and I’ll make sure you won’t be impeded while you hunt this fucking Villain down and make him pay.”

Hero’s eyes met Mayor’s which burned like hot coals, simmering with a dark rage. Hero swallowed and nodded.

“Yes sir,” Hero said and got to their feet. They were at the door, a hand on the handle when Mayor stopped them in their tracks.

“Oh, and Hero? Don’t let the suicide kid out of custody until you find this new Villain. It’s best if we let them presume he’s dead.”

“Yes sir.”

Hero left the Mayor’s office and stepped outside city hall with a feeling of dread curling around their stomach. Vigilante should have told them about the Mayor’s kid. They should have contacted Hero, so why— there was something scratching lightly at the back of Hero’s mind, infuriating and annoying. As if every time they tried to look into the one place they couldn’t, their mind shifted their attention away from it, onto something else.

Hero should contact them. Hero did just that on the way out of city hall. They typed a quick message to Vigilante: meet me tonight? Then pocketed their phone. If Vigilante was okay they would see it, and if they weren’t… well. Hero didn’t really want to think about that.

*~*~*~*~*

Vigilante was stuck in the house when Karma was gone. They didn’t know where Karma went, but they do know that Karma had commanded them not to leave.

“Don’t try and hurt yourself. Don’t kill yourself. Don’t harm yourself or the house in anyway. You are not allowed to put your shoes on, socks are fine. The rest of your time, well,” Karma said with a horrible smile. “You can do what you please otherwise.”

When Karma left, the first thing Vigilante tried to do was leave the house. They swung open the front door and tried to step through but found they couldn’t, as if an invisible barrier was surrounding the doorframe. Vigilante threw themselves against it, over and over and over again, waiting for it to slip and crack, maybe even wear it down. Even after Vigilante had tired themselves out the barrier remained.

Vigilante turned away with a huff, cursing Karma. Their eyes strayed to the window and Vigilante crossed the distance in seconds, unlatching it and shoving the window open. Vigilante stuck their hand out, but the same invisible barrier was there, preventing Vigilante from leaving.

“Fuck!”

They couldn’t leave. They couldn’t leave! Which meant that when Karma came home Vigilante would still be in his fucking house, with no fucking shoes on and no chance to run or flee, or get help.

They were powerless, completely and utterly powerless. Who the hell could even think to win against someone with Karma’s power? What couldn’t he do? The fire boy’s face crept its way into Vigilante’s mind and they wanted to scream.

They wished Hero was here, even if Vigilante had been avoiding them recently. Even Hero was powerless against Karma’s commands. That dead look in Hero’s eyes haunted them. If Vigilante hadn’t been interesting enough then Hero and Vigilante would be dead that night on the roof.

Wait… Hero.

Karma didn’t say Vigilante couldn’t contact anyone outside the house. They didn’t say anything about calling the Hero agency, or— or Hero. Vigilante ran to the door, more specifically the table beside the door and searched for post for Karma’s address.

Nothing.

Vigilante frowned. Okay. That was fine. They just needed to do a little exploring to find Karma’s secrets. Except Karma’s house was huge, like old money huge. More like an estate than a house, with expensive looking dark wooden floors and marble countertops. In front of Vigilante was exposed brickwork that was somehow still insulated to keep in the heat.

Vigilante remembered exposed brickwork from their childhood home, how cold it had been. The damp set in towards the end of Autumn in the rain and Vigilante would be wrapped in layers trying to keep warm as the draught chilled their blood. Yet here, in Karma’s fucking house of all places, exposed brickwork was nothing more than a decorative piece. A “rustic” display.

It made something jealous and violent flare Vigilante’s chest hot, and they turned away from it before they would try to damage the wall. They should take advantage of Karma being gone. Try and find out as much about the Villain as they could so that when they escaped they could tell Hero everything.

Vigilante’s stomach tied itself into a knot at the thought of Hero. Of all the Heroes that could have been in city hall why did it have to be Hero? Vigilante’s Hero. Vigilante should have stopped Karma before he ordered that fire boy to die… God, Vigilante didn’t even know his name and Hero had to see— witness that boy…

Vigilante swallowed and shook the thought from their head. No. They couldn’t think like that. They had to do what they could right now, which was search for any information on Karma. Everything else would have to wait.

The first order of business was to find an office of some sort, or a study, or a… something else that Karma would try and hide from Vigilante. Their best bet was working from top to bottom, and that was what found Vigilante in Karma’s attic. They stood at the top of the ladder, the musty scent of boxes and storage and insulation greeting them with an uncomfortable warmth.

Okay. Nothing there.

Room one complete.

Vigilante let the ladder up and searched the rooms on the top floor. Mostly bedrooms, except for the two bathrooms. Vigilante stood in the door of Karma’s room not really wanting to enter it. Karma… there was something wrong with him, something inhuman. Vigilante grew up in the dregs where the scum of society supposedly lived; crime rates? high. Poverty? high. Death rates? high. The place where monsters were made, or so the stories went.

For Vigilante, the dregs were home. The wrong side of the city is where they grew up, and they didn’t feel unsafe walking the streets because they’re the people Vigilante grew up with, went to school with, worked with.

But looking at Karma’s room in his big, fancy house and his many guest bedrooms and all his wealth— Vigilante couldn’t help but scoff.

The good people of the city were so afraid of the scruffy riff-raff of the dregs, that they didn’t even glance at their neighbours and see the malice that hid within their own neighbourhood.

Of course, the good part of town also made people like Hero, Vigilante had to remind themselves. They’re not all Karma’s… but the fact that he was from the good tracks, the nice part of the town versus the discrimination Vigilante faced when growing up.

The irony was laughable.

Something horrible curled in Vigilante’s gut that they tried and successfully in ignoring as they rifled through Karma’s chest of drawers. That maybe Hero and Karma knew each other once… maybe they went to the same school, walked by the same neighbourhood, knew someone who knew someone who knew each other.

Vigilante forced the thought to the back of their mind as they stormed out of Karma’s room, nothing of interest lying there and slamming his stupid door closed. They didn’t even stop to let themselves think, instead they kept moving. They just had to keep moving, keep moving forward.

It’s not like Vigilante knew everyone from the dregs anyways, so it was a ridiculous thought to begin with.

The only thing that pulled Vigilante from their thoughts was when they pressed down on a handle and found resistance. The handle didn’t budge. Vigilante’s eyes squared in on it. Jackpot.

Vigilante tried again to find the same result.

Okay. Great. They should check the other rooms before coming back to it, just to make sure.

Living room, dining room, kitchen, foyer, hall, pantry, toilet, utility room.

Back to the locked door. It was in the middle of the foyer, and the walls around it were thin, maybe a narrow room like a closet? Or a stairway… maybe a basement? If Vigilante put a hammer through the wall technically they would still be in the house. Or if they somehow broke the handle off the door?

That seemed like the better option. They needed something heavy. Vigilante found a trophy from some golf tournament because of course the bastard, or one of his fucking affluent family members, plays golf.

Vigilante slammed the trophy down on the handle but stopped an inch above. Their hand trembling like before as their arm locked and Vigilante cursed, and tried again.

“No! No! Come on! Just fucking—” they cried, bringing their hand up and slamming it down again and again. “You fucking— shit!”

Vigilante stepped back, panting as they glared down at the door and the statue in their hand. A sudden, angry impulse took over and they pivoted, throwing the statue down the hall and towards a window.

Or they would have.

If their hand wasn’t glued to the fucking thing— because Vigilante wasn’t allowed to harm themselves or the house in anyway.

Vigilante put the trophy back where it was and walked to the kitchen, turning the kettle on and letting out a sigh as they ran their hands through their hair. They needed a coffee and to calm down. They couldn’t do anything else. They could find out whatever was in that room was later.

While they had peace, Vigilante made a cup of coffee that smelled so good and sat down in Karma’s stupidly comfortable couch and turned on the TV. Hero’s face flashed on the screen, a picture of them as the news anchor spoke about the attack on city hall but it still broke Vigilante’s heart. The screen flashed to the Mayor’s address again and Vigilante switched the channel with a huff.

An episode of Big Bang theory later and Vigilante stiffened. They heard a car pulling into the driveway and then the sound of an engine switching off. Door closing. Vigilante could feel their pulse rising a little, but their breath was steady so they were thankful for that.

A key slide into the lock and clicked open, then footsteps and Karma was home. Vigilante didn’t turn to look at him, they just kept staring ahead, taking care not to flinch as Karma’s steps drew closer and closer until he was right behind them.

“You know, most dogs will greet their owner as they walk through the door,” Karma said with his stupid, smug drawl.

Vigilante scoffed. “I’m not a dog.”

“Oh yeah?” Karma asked, leaning down over the couch and placing his hand on Vigilante’s head. Vigilante to their credit didn’t flinch and they wanted to celebrate that fact, until Karma said: “bark.”

The noise escaped Vigilante’s mouth before they could comprehend the command and they felt the red blush crawl from their gut all the way up their neck and to their face, burning hot.

“See? Good doggie,” Karma mocked, petting Vigilante’s hair. Vigilante pushed his hand off of them with a huff, crossing their arms over their chest. “Oh relax, Vigilante. I’m just messing with you.”

Karma didn’t command them to relax, so Vigilante could remain as stressed as they liked. Karma walked around the couch and sat down on one of the seats, nodding at the TV. Vigilante didn’t dare take their eyes off Karma now.

“Big bang theory? Didn’t know you were a nerd, Achilles.”

“Nothing else on.”

“Hmm, and you didn’t wreck the house so that’s a plus,” Karma said looking around. His eyes stopped on Vigilante’s mug on the coffee table, and he leaned forward and picked it up. He slid a coaster underneath and put the mug back down. “Were you raised in a barn?”

Vigilante didn’t answer. They stubbornly stared at the TV, tracking Karma’s movements from the corner of their eye. “Did you kill anyone today?”

Karma laughed. “No,” he said, relaxing back into the couch cushions. “I told you I wouldn’t do that without you anymore, didn’t I?”

Vigilante’s head whipped to the side in anger, eyes blazing. “You can’t—”

Karma turned his head, a smirk on his face and his cold dead eyes froze Vigilante’s protest mid sentence. He tilted his head to the side, his smirk widening.

“What? I can’t do that? I can’t make you watch? I can’t do whatever I want?”

Vigilante’s lips curled back into a snarl. “You won’t get away with it, not after your stunt in city hall.”

“You forget that I wanted what happened in city hall, to happen, Vigilante, so it did. The only reason I don’t know your civilian identity is because I let you keep your mask. You think you’d be so brave without it, hmm?”

The threat struck a chord in Vigilante’s chest that wound up tight. They kept their glare on Karma though because they had nothing to retort.

“Oh, don’t believe me? Vigilante, take off—”

“Wait!” Vigilante cried, stretching a hand out as if that would stop Karma in his tracks. To their surprise it did. Karma stopped the command, but his eyes glittered with that knowing malice. Vigilante huffed out a breath and looked away.

“See? You really want to waste your breath with threats and insults and defiance, when you know you can’t win against me?”

I can’t win, Vigilante didn’t say, but Hero can.

“It’s cute, honestly. You have that can-do hero attitude. It’s why you’re sitting on my couch in the first place if you remember, for foiling my plans of putting the saving the mayor’s kid in the hospital—”

Vigilante’s eyes narrowed. “You were trying to kill him. Don’t give me that bullsh—!”

“— but,” Karma said pointedly, cutting off Vigilante and effectively shutting them up. His eyes glowered dangerously at them. Every place they roamed over Vigilante’s face felt as if there were maggots crawling beneath it. “It would serve you well to remember: not to piss me off.”

“Oh yeah? Or what?” Vigilante hissed. They were so sick of being afraid of this fucking bastard. They wanted so badly just once to wipe his stupid smirk off his face.

Karma reclined back further into the couch, pursing his lips. “You know, Vigilante, the thing about dogs is that if you give them too much freedom they forget their place. Dogs shouldn’t be allowed on the furniture.”

Vigilante stood. “Suits me better anyways.”

“Kneel.”

Vigilante blinked and their knees had already hit the floor. They raised their head and stared up into Karma’s eyes, moving to get to their feet again when Karma spoke.

“Ah-ah, stay.”

Vigilante swallowed the whine that wanted to crawl up their throat, settling all their energy into their glare instead.

“See? Much better, now you know your place.”

“You’re such a dick.”

“Oh, you don’t know nothing yet, Vigilante. In fact,” Karma said, eyes twinkling with cruelty as he leaned forward on the couch. “I have a little trip planned for us tonight.”

Vigilante’s heart pressed against their ribs, as if it had just turned to lead and threatened to break free from their chest.

An outing planned? That meant that… someone was going to die and Vigilante would have to sit by and watch again and not be able to do anything to stop Karma again.

“No—”

“Ah, ah, ah.” Karma chided lightly, lifting his index finger and wagging it side to side as he tutted. “It’s a nice surprise. I think you’ll enjoy it.”

“I don’t want—”

“Shut up,” Karma commanded as he reached his arm back to fiddle for something in his jacket pocket. Vigilante could only stare mutely as Karma pulled out Vigilante’s own phone. He tapped the screen and then turned it to face Vigilante but he didn’t even have to.

Vigilante already knew.

The realisation settling like stones in the sea the moment Vigilante saw their phone.

Hero.

Vigilante’s bottom lip trembled, but they fought it back, biting it to stop it from quivering as they read the short message.

Meet me tonight?

Just three words, three simple words. Meeting Hero was how Vigilante was here in the first place and now Karma was going to force them to do something awful, something… well, Vigilante didn’t even want to think about it.

“Aww, puppy? You’re not happy? Your friend wants a play date.”

Vigilante shook their head, it was the only thing they could do. Karma’s smile turned cruel as he forced his lips into a mocking pout. “No? Well, I guess I’ll just go see them alone then.”

Vigilante’s hand shot out grabbing Karma’s wrist before he could turn away and shooting him a look that Vigilante hoped meant business. Karma grinned down at Vigilante, a flash of his teeth sent shivers down Vigilante’s spine but they didn’t relent.

“No? I guess it’s a date then. I’ll let Hero know.”

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edsmunsonsworld · 2 years

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Misinterpreted Love

Eddie Munson x fem! reader

(not my gif)

Description: Having fun with your friends at the fair sounded like a decent night, but that wasn't until one of their plans was to get you and Eddie together.

PURE FLUFF! the tiniest bit of angst but mainly fluff!

Warnings: Umm none

Word count: 4523 (I'm so sorry)

A/N: I just want to thank everyone for the love on my first fanfic 'Fake Animosity' (posted on my second blog @edddimun) - i might do a part 2 that's just going to be fluff (if u rllyyyy want it just lmk)

Tonight, the group’s plan is to attend the Fourth of July fair. A few challenges were made amongst the group that need to be completed tonight. Lucas and Mike made a bet between themselves to see who would win the most prizes for their girlfriend. Steve and Robin are on the mission to try and find the love of their lives. Max, El and Will were determined to eat as many corndogs as they can. But you? You were there to have fun, but you would be lying if you said that was your main goal. You were there to spend more time with Eddie- who was surprisingly coming.

Dustin was aware of your feelings for Eddie, though you’ve never admitted it. But what you didn’t know was Eddie’s liking towards you too. And guess what? Dustin knew that too. When he heard that you and Eddie were coming along to the fair, Dustin was ecstatic. He knew he had to do something between you two. He was sick and tired of you and Eddie babbling to Dustin about each other, and he was especially exhausted from both of you being obstinate and refusing to acknowledge your sentiments to Dustin when he asked.

“Eddie do you like her or not? The way you gawk at her whenever she’s around is so obvious that you do! and the way you talk about her hair-”

“Dustin Henderson!” Eddie loudly interrupts him at the lunch table. The group shared scared glances amongst themselves.

“I will shut your mouth up for you if you don’t stop talking about it. Right. now.” Eddie harshly whispers to Dustin while pointing at him with an almond between his thumb and index finger.

Dustin nods and looks down. Silence fills the air as everyone avoids Eddie’s gaze.

“Well…you didn’t deny it-AH!”

An almond suddenly slaps Dustin on the cheek making him groan in pain. He looks at Eddie, who is shooting daggers with his eyes. Dustin immediately looks away.

“Um-so-uh, these mash potatoes are really nice today…” Dustin hesitantly says rubbing his cheek while playing with the watery, slimy mash. They really weren’t.

You sat in your car watching the D&D members walk out of the school along with Eddie following behind them. You were there to pick up Dustin as he wanted to visit Steve at Family Video store.

Dustin spots your car and walks towards you, waving goodbye to the rest of the members. You see Eddie look in your direction, making eye contact with you. He gives a small smile.

Returning your smile, the car door opens, “Hey! Thanks for coming to-”

“His hair looks so soft today,” You cut him off, still watching Eddie as he’s now entering his van. You look back at Dustin who’s sitting on the passenger seat with his brows furrowed and arms crossed looking at you with a blank expression.

“Sorry, what were you-”

“Do you like Eddie?” You lift an eyebrow as you look at Dustin. The idea of Dustin being serious was something you had never seen. He was attempting to be intimidating, but you thought it was cute.

A smile creeps up on your face, “You’re so cute when you’re serious Dustin!”

You ruffle his hair while chuckling, “Answer my question!” He groans. You really didn’t want to deny nor confess your feelings, but instead, you heard the radio playing your new favourite Queen song. Perfect timing you thought. You turn the volume up as loud as you could, making Dustin groan in agony.

“WOOOOO-I WANT TO BREAK FREE! SORRY DUSTIN I CAN’T HEAR YOU RIGHT NOW! THIS IS MY FAVOURITE SONG!” You yell over the top of the music as Dustin covers his ears with his hands. He hates your guts right now. But he’s also content that you also didn’t deny the question.

So what was Dustin’s goal tonight?

To get you and Eddie to confess your feelings to each other.

Steve loudly clasps his hands together gathering the attention of the group, “Okay let me set some things straight before I let you all go.” The younger ones groan.

“Don’t whine at me. Otherwise, I won’t give you extra money to play more games. Anyways, you kids better not leave the fair at any time unless you’re with one of us,” he says pointing towards himself and the older ones aka you, Nancy, Eddie and Robin.

He huffs and points his hands towards the entrance letting them go, watching the younger ones run but Dustin.

“Dustin, why are you still here?” Steve asks confused.

“I want to hang out with you guys tonight. I feel like you guys are more fun than the others,” Dustin lies in hopes of Steve letting him stay with them.

As Steve opens his mouth to protest against it, “You are more than welcome to stay with us Dustin!” You say with enthusiasm. Steve closes his mouth.

“Yeah see! You guys can spend more time with me now,” Dustin exclaims with a cheeky smile. His plan is off to a good start.

“Whoa, aren’t we so lucky?” Eddie mumbles sarcastically as he does jazz hands. He spends enough time with Dustin as it is and the fact that he’s going to be with you guys the whole night is throwing him off because now Eddie is going to have less time alone with you.

Dustin rolls his eyes, “Excus-“

“Let’s go get some food first yeah? So everyone’s happy?” You say with a nod, hoping that food will lighten up the mood of the boys. The boys exchanged glances amongst themselves. Dustin looks at you with pursed lips, silently nodding his head in agreement. A wide smile spreads across your face while looking at the boys. Eddie rolls his eyes at Dustin and lightly kicks the dirt on the ground. You link your arm with Dustin and start heading towards the food stands.

“I’m going to get a hotdog. What about you?” You ask Dustin.

“Hm..what are you going to get Eddie?” Dustin questions.

Eddie clicks his tongue as he’s scanning the different food stalls, “Hm..probably just a hotdog too.”

“GREAT!” Dustin loudly bursts with excitement. Thank god. Dustin unlinks his arm with yours and pushes you towards Eddie, lightly landing on his chest. Eddie instinctively places his hands on the side of your arms to keep you stable but doesn’t push you away. Dustin is widely smiling with glee right now. His eyes smile with satisfaction as he observes the tiny reddening of you and Eddie’s ears. You hold your breath as Eddie’s hands are on you with your back against his chest. Eddie's heart is pounding wildly against your back, he's freaking out about whether you can feel it or not. Dustin begins to quietly giggle at the sight of you both.

You hear the giggles escape from Dustin’s mouth, “Dustin are you oka-” Dustin interrupts you by bouncing up and down with a weird smile on his face. What is wrong with him today. Eddie's brows knit in confusion as he watches Dustin.

“You and Eddie should go to the hotdog stand while I go get cotton candy!” He quickly says before sprinting off in the opposite direction of the cotton candy stand.

Your eyes squint in confusion, gesturing with your finger in the direction of the cotton candy vendor before pointing the other way to Dustin's retreating silhouette amid the crowd. Dustin's strange behaviour has already caught your attention before, but now it’s getting quite concerning.

“Isn’t the cotton candy that way?” You ask chuckling in confusion.

Eddie's hands gently withdraw from your arms. You take a step forward and turn around to face Eddie, feeling slightly saddened that you no longer feel his touch. You notice he already has a faint smile on his face still staring in the direction Dustin vanished as he is also still puzzled. His eyes eventually fall to yours, lightly chuckling at your query. Wow… you both simultaneously thought. Eddie noticed how your beautiful starry eyes glistened in the moonlight and reflected the heavenly night sky. You seemed to realise how large his brown eyes were, how flawlessly plump his lips were, and how his curling fringe brushed over his brows.

He nervously scratches the back of his neck and looks towards the ground, still smiling.

Eddie laughs out, “That isn’t so smart for a boy that’s literally the smartest in our group,” you laugh along with him as a growing blush creeps on your cheeks.

You held your elbow up towards him, “Let's grab some hotdogs shall we?” you say in a playful tone.

He smirks, “We shall m’lady,” responding with the same energy linking his arm with yours. From the perspective of an outsider, it seems as if you both are completely in love with each other- which you are. The smiles, the glances and the way you both converse are full of adoration and love.

With a five-dollar bill in your hand, you stretch your arm out towards the vendor, but Eddie’s hand quickly decides to give his note quicker than you.

A small gasp escapes your lips, “Hey!” you exclaim facing your body towards Eddie who grabs the hotdogs from the vendor.

“It was my treat, Eddie.” He rolls his eyes sarcastically.

“Sweetheart, I’m going to treat you this whole night,” He says holding one out your hotdog for you. Sweetheart. You bite your lip trying your best to suppress your smile.

“Eddie you can’t-” He deliberately but gently shoves the hotdog in your mouth. You shriek as you feel the sauce smear your lips and part of your nose. Eddie loudly laughs swinging his head back.

“Got a little something on your nose there,” He laughs while pointing at the tip of his nose. You grab the hotdog from your mouth and hold it in your hand, licking your lips to remove as much of the sauce as you can.

“You could’ve at least aimed correctly,” you chuckle while pushing your hair behind your ears to avoid more of a mess. You felt a little embarrassed as there is sauce on the tip of your nose. Eddie thought you were unbelievably cute when you were startled by the quick ramming of the hotdog in your mouth and the sauce on your face.

Eddie grabs a napkin from his pocket and then extends it in your direction. You were about to grab it but he skilfully dodges your hand and wipes your nose instead. The pang in your heart made you slightly jolt. Your eyes rapidly blink in bewilderment. With a clean swipe, he throws the napkin in the trash can right beside you both. Eddie feels ecstatic right now. His flirty disposition is taking over him, and he is enjoying it as he observes your bafflement and the noticeable redness on your cheeks.

Still starstruck, you manage to stutter out, “I-uh-um-ha-t-thanks…” with a shy downward smile. Eddie notices your sudden shyness and can’t help but feel as if he’s falling in love once more just by staring at you. His heart began to melt, and a loving smile gradually formed on his face. This is a sight he fell in love with. You were a sight that made everyone but you in the world crumble around him. Though, his heart twisted as he recalled he was yet not yours. His loving grin faded as he nodded and delved into his food, attempting to conceal his disappointment.

Finding the rest of the group you, Dustin and Eddie approached a game. You notice a cute fluffy blue seal as one of the prizes. You had an idea in your head.

Placing your hand on both of the boys' shoulders, “Whoever wins me that blue seal gets to…” you were thinking of a reward in your head, “gets to ride the Ferris wheel with me!” you say in excitement, hoping that Eddie will win instead of Dustin. You didn’t have a problem sitting with Dustin on the Ferris wheel, it’s just that you now have a chance of sitting with Eddie as Dustin would’ve automatically sat with you on the ride.

“That’s a reward?” Dustin scoffs. You elbow him in the rib, earning a groan.

“Of course it is. I mean like- I can be a very entertaining person- and a Ferris wheel ride can be awkward and boring if you’re not with someone who isn’t awkward! A-and on the plus side I’ll convince the worker to make us pause on the top to see the fireworks!” You quickly ramble with a hint of hesitation and confusion to your own explanation trying to reason with Dustin to make it seem rewardable. Dustin looks at you baffled. She’s acting weird. There is an awkward silence between you three. Eddie is trying to seem confused but is secretly determined to win you the seal. Dustin is now trying to figure out why you’re acting like this and you’re trying to get Eddie to win you this blue damn seal so you could sit with him. Dustin scans you up and down, noticing you fidgeting with your fingers, staring at him with wide eyes, but you have this anxious look on your face. He notices you glance at Eddie, who’s currently watching Robin and Steve play balloon darts. Wait. You. Eddie. Ferris wheel.

He cracked the code.

Dustin smiles with ease. Now you’re just making his plan easier.

“Okay. Easy. You ready Eddie?” Dustin asks him while stretching his arms above his head.

Eddie scoffs, “Always been, Henderson,” He says with a smirk. Behind that smirk, Eddie is pretty nervous. He isn’t the best at carnival games and his excuse is ‘they’re rigged!’. Although he isn’t lying, he is going against Dustin who has the brains to outsmart these games. Henderson points to where Robin and Steve are, the balloon dart*.*

Dustin knew he had to go easy on Eddie. Even though he understood how to conquer the game, he needed to stick to his original strategy. Instead, Dustin understood how to stir Eddie up so that Eddie could think correctly in order to win this 'bet'. Dustin was unconcerned since he believes Eddie was aware of the contrived nature of the game.

“One round only,” Dustin says whilst approaching the stall. You were distracted as you were watching other people play.

Eddie clasps his hands and rubs them together, “Sure. I mean you’re just throwing darts at balloons.”

“It’s pretty simple if you know how to outsmart these ‘rigged’ games,” Dustin states. Eddie slowly turns his head towards Dustin squinting his eyes.

“This is one of the easiest games Henderson, there’s no way this is ‘rigged’” Eddie says using his hands as quotation marks.

“If this is apparently ‘one of the easiest games', Do you know how to outsmart it?” Dustin mocks Eddie, noticing him becoming frustrated.

“Outsmart what? You can’t outsmart a dart stupid.”

“It’s not the da- don’t worry,” He responds waving his hand to forget about it. Eddie’s brows furrow in confusion. If it’s not the dart, then what is it? Eddie is now doubting himself inside. He needs Dustin to tell him the remainder of the information now that he's confused.

“No, continue,” Eddie quickly says to Dustin in an attempt to know the rest.

“I can’t tell you if we’re going against each other. I need to win,” Dustin smirks, not intimidated by Eddie’s nature. Eddie looks at the worker ushering the people in front of them for their turn, they’re next. He looks at Dustin with a pleading expression on his face. If only Dustin knew why he really wanted to win.

“L-look just tell me man,” Eddie lowly whispers to him, trying to not let you hear as you’re still distracted. Dustin’s eyebrows raise, noticing the difference in Eddie’s behaviour compared to a few seconds ago.

“Why do you really want to know? Are you that desperate to win Eddie?” Dustin asks with a deadpanned expression. Eddie quickly glances at you, still watching other people.

“U-uh. No. I just want to know just for uh- future games,” he lies.

“Okay then I’ll tell you afte-”

“No!” Eddie quietly outbursts slightly jumping closer to Dustin, who jolted as he was taken aback by Eddie.

“Henderson,” Eddie pleads. Dustin felt bad for teasing Eddie, if he kept continuing to annoy Eddie he knew that it would eventually backfire on him. However, he just needed to know just one. more. thing.

“Do you like her Eddie?” Dustin firmly mutters out. Eddie’s eyes break away from Dustin’s. Eddie’s mind goes blank, is he really going to admit his feelings to this sixteen-year-old.

“I mean isn’t it obvious?” Eddie mumbles whilst looking at his shoes, kicking at the dirt. Dustin sighs and places his hand on Eddie’s shoulder. Eddie lifts his head and peers at Dustin.

“Do you really think I would try to win? It’s obvious how much you adore her. This entire night I’ve been trying to get you both to- i don’t know, make some moves. Why do you think I’m hanging out with you guys. You’re all actually really boring and I’d rather hang out with Will but I’m here because I know how much you like her,” Dustin spills out. Eddie reveals a small smile. He knew how caring Dustin is but he didn’t know he’d go to this extent for him, regardless of treating Dustin like garbage sometimes.

“Guys it's your turn!” You excitedly pat Eddie’s back so he and Dustin could move forward. Eddie gives Dustin a quick ‘help tell me the answer’ glance.

Dustin slightly leans his body towards Eddie and whispers, “With this stall, the darts are fine but just aim for the bigger balloons because they’re easier to pop, like- think of it as trying to break through thick skin when trying to pop smaller ones- it’s harder to break through right? So aim for the bigger ones because their skin is thinner and hence easier to pop,” Dustin quickly rambles to Eddie, hoping you didn’t hear. Eddie is trying to process the information in his head. Big balloons. Big balloons.

The worker hands them the darts. You stand beside them and start cheering them on, clueless about what has been said between them during the past five minutes.

Walking away from the stall with the blue seal in your hands, you congratulate Dustin. Yes, Dustin. How? That’s what Dustin is asking himself too. Dustin is just fuming, he told Eddie the whole answer and he still messed up. You’re disappointed on the inside because you really wanted to sit with Eddie. Why not ask him? What if he rejects you or thinks you’re crazy for wanting to sit with him rather than Dustin. Though Dustin managed to pop ten balloons in the given time, but purposely aimed for the smaller ones, Eddie on the other hand kept stalling between each throw to measure the difference between the balloons with his eyes- even the slightest difference which held him back. Eddie is sulking, to say the least. He’s never been more disappointed and embarrassed at himself. He knew the way to outsmart the game but the game still outsmarted him.

“Well, I guess you’re stuck with me Dustin!” You awkwardly chuckle with a hint of sadness in your voice. No one responds to your comment. Dustin is simply strolling next to you, not paying attention, but enraged because he thought this plan would go smoothly.

“No you’re sitting with Eddie,” Dustin blatantly says, he is completely done. You and Eddie look at him confused. Eddie’s eyes bulge out of his head. Your mouth slightly opens as you tilt your head to the side. Your eyes look at Eddie’s, who is clearly distraught.

“Uh Henderso-”

“Ah-” Dustin puts his palm up interrupting Eddie, “I don’t want to hear it. You both-” He says while furiously pointing his finger at you and Eddie, “-are sitting with each other on that Ferris wheel so you could confess your feelings and suck each other’s faces off!” he exclaims as his voice progressively became louder.

Your ears suddenly started ringing. Eddie feels like he can’t move. Silence screams in your ears. What did he just say? Fright was slowly filling you up but it was soon replaced with guilt. Did you annoy Dustin that bad about Eddie? Was he over the continuous rambling about him? Wait did he just admit ‘our’ feelings? Your breathing becomes heavy as you take a big gulp. Eddie stares at Dustin with what felt like a mixture of anger yet relief. However, Eddie doesn’t believe a word he said. There’s no way you had ‘feelings’ for Eddie. Eddie’s eyes slowly trace to yours, still staring at Dustin who’s clearly freaking out about whether or not he’s going to get yelled at or chased at by you and Eddie due to his sudden eruption.

“Dustin-” He interrupts you.

“I-I’m so s-sorry,” Dustin apologises frightened. The poor boy looks scared, his eyes howled with remorse as his hands trembles. You take a step towards him but he steps back in panic.

“N-no Dustin. Hey it’s okay I’m not mad,” You reassure him as his eyes were still wide. You place a hand on his back and start rubbing it, bringing him closer in a hug. You look at Eddie who feels bad for the boy as he knows that Dustin is scared of him. Dustin peeks behind your shoulder and sees Eddie slowly walking up to you both, what Dustin thought would be a reaction of anger, was replaced with Eddie’s softness. Eddie places his hand on Dustin’s shoulder standing right beside you.

“Don’t worry kid. I’m not mad either,” Eddie quietly mutters to Dustin. You give a small smile to Eddie. Looking back down at Dustin, you feel him sigh with relief. This was not how you thought this night would go.

“I’m actually glad you said it. To be honest, I still would’ve been afraid to say it,” Eddie says to Dustin with a hint of shame.

“Why would you be afraid?” You murmur, now staring directly at Eddie’s eyes. Eddie sighs and removes his hand from Dustin’s shoulder.

"I didn't want to embarrass myself," he claims, glancing at you and then back to the floor.

“Embarrassed about?”

“That you would reject me.”

Eddie’s eyes continue to divert your gaze, now staring at the rides behind you. Your eyes flicker in disbelief as you feel a pang in your heart. You feel Dustin’s head lift up from your chest. Dustin never knew that Eddie would ever feel embarrassed. Eddie embarrasses himself almost every day at lunch when he’d have his usual speech for the whole cafeteria to hear. But Eddie being embarrassed by rejection from you? Something Dustin never even thought of.

“There is nothing to be ashamed of Eddie,” you lift your hand up to place it on Eddie’s shoulders, but he quickly retreats back from your touch. His eyes attach to yours with sudden misery.

“But I’m a loser, I play with kids, I play a fantasy game, I’m almost twenty and still in high school, I’m dumb, I’m a freak and you’re probably hanging out with me f-for sympathy,” He mutters. Hearing the vulnerability in his tone, your eyes soften. Eddie had insecurities, but this time they got the best of him when it came to you.

“Why would you think that Eddie?” Your voice softly trembles. You always went out of your way to see Eddie because you genuinely enjoyed his company. You felt guilty as Eddie misinterpreted your love for sympathy. It wasn’t his fault for taking it this way, it was society for constantly hating and making him feel like this. At this point, Dustin is out of your grasp and is standing beside you.

You firmly say, in a clear and precise manner, “Eds, I always hang out with you because I want to, not because I'm 'forced' to.”

“I’ve always chosen you because-” You stop for a second mentally preparing yourself.

“-because I’m in love with you Eddie,” you confess trying to hold down the lump in your throat. You avert your gaze towards a random family on your side. You gulp and take deep breaths. Eddie’s brows twitch. His brain stopping for a moment. No way. His heart starts to slowly flourish, making the anger, torment and uneasiness he kept inside suddenly vanish as soon as you said those words. His lips twist into a half smile, taking a couple of steps towards you as his chest almost brushes against yours. His fingertips lightly brush over your chin, causing you to turn to face him. You slowly glance up at his warm and loving eyes.

He leans forward, forehead leaning against yours and lips millimetres apart. Feeling his breath on your lips causes you to warm up beneath his touch.

“I’m so in love with you too.”

His lips gently close the gap between you both. You wrap your arms around his neck, passionately kissing him back and pulling him closer than ever. This feeling of euphoria washed away your concerns about Eddie not feeling the same way. Your heart starts to swell as Eddie smiles against your lips, his hands slowly rubbing your waist up and down.

“I told you guys to suck each other’s faces off on the Ferris wheel!” Dustin suddenly exclaims.

You both break the kiss, having forgotten Dustin was present. Looking over at Dustin, you see his hands shielding his eyes. You and Eddie both chuckle as you draw Dustin in for a hug, his head on your chest as he eventually brings his arm to his side.

“Oh, we a hundred per cent will,” Eddie says in a seductive tone smirking at you.

“I didn’t need that confirmation!” Dustin shouts back covering his ears.

You and Eddie exchange glances as both audibly laugh. You see how his bright eyes and smile are filled with love and excitement, emotions you hardly ever see on his face. But now that you're here, it's a sensation you'll instil in him on a regular basis.

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