#and i know it's gonna be confusing for people in the future

[lewisvinga]

born to die | fernando alonso x fem! reader

summary: after their engagement, y/n realized her and fernando may have different views of the future. it makes her wonder if they were really born to die.

warnings; age gap, cursing, angst/fluff

word count; 1.28k

taglist; @namgification @louvrepool @locelscs @thehufflepuffavenger1 @minseok-smaus @goldenmclaren @ollieshifts @lavisenri @graciewrote @xoscar03

note; and this is it u guyssss🥹 i enjoyed this series sm and i’m so thankful 4 everyone who read n enjoyed it<33 im gonna miss it sm but keep a look out for my next music f1 series 😁

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“But are you really ready to settle down?” Y/b/f asked Y/n during their biweekly brunch dates. The topic of marriage came about after due to Y/n started wedding planning a few months after being engaged.

Her best friend knew her more than anyone. They grew up together. So Y/b/f knows that Y/n never wanted to settle down so quickly. She knew that she wanted to spend her 20s having fun and completing her master's.

Marrying someone who is already in their 40s and wants to settle down as soon as possible meant there was a conflict between their futures.

“I mean, not yet.” Y/n sighed, grasping into the cup of tea as she shrugged. “I love Fernando, I do. I don’t want kids yet. I want to wait a few years and-“

“But does he know that? That’s a man who wants to settle down already and have a house in the countryside. That’s a man who wants children soon.” Y/b/f interrupted her, genuine concern written all over her face. “He’s a great guy and I love that he makes you happy but is that what you really want? Having kids means giving up a lot and you know that I know that.” She added about her own child. “And He just signed another contract with Aston Martin. If you do have kids, he won’t be around to help you much.”

Y/n let out a groan, running her hands over her face. “I was lost before I met him. I was so confused as a little child but he gave me a sense of meaning. I love Nando, I truly do. But It’s just,” She sighed. She looks out the window of the restaurant and watches busy people walking down the sidewalks. “Now that I think about it, we view the next 5 years completely differently.”

Y/b/f reaches out and grabs her hand, forcing Y/n to look back at her. “Just think about it, okay? I love you and I just want the absolute best for you.”

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Y/n sat on the top step of the front patio of her shared home with Fernando, staring out onto the gloomy skies. Despite it being sunny when she was at brunch, by the time she got home it was drizzling. However, the rain usually calmed her and in a moment where she was deep in her thoughts, she definitely needed to be calmed.

She was so lost in her thoughts of her future that she didn’t notice her fiancé’s Aston Martin pulling up to the driveway. The Spaniard was confused as to why his fiancée was sitting on the patio with a sad look on her face.

“What’s wrong, mi amor?” He asked. He sat down next to her and caressed her arm. Hearing the concern laced in his voice was the triggering act for her.

“Do you think this is the right time for us to get married?” Y/n asked, keeping her eyes on her fiddling fingers. She hears Fernando’s breath hitch as he sits up straight.

“Why do you think that?”

“Fernando, you’re older than me, like a lot older and-“

“You just noticed?” He asked in a teasing tone in hopes to lighten the mood a bit.

She just sighed in response and crossed her arms over her chest. “Fernando, we both have different views of the next 5 to 10 years and you know that. I’m still young. I want to go out and party and enjoy my life. I just started my master's degree. But I know you want to retire in a few years. I know you want to have kids as soon as possible and settle down. But I-“

Y/n takes a deep breath as she glances up at her fiancé. “I don’t want that. Not yet at least. Not until I finish my master's. I don’t want to settle down just yet. Y/b/f had to stop so many things when she had her son. It makes me wonder if we’re really meant to be. Maybe you and I, we were born to die.”

Fernando’s minute of silence made her heart drop. He looked like he was lost in his thoughts, similar to how she was moments prior. “What are you even talking about, Y/n? We were born to die? Come on, mi amor!” He exclaimed, standing up to his feet. Her eyebrows furrowed up as she copied him by also getting on her feet, ignoring how the rain began to come down harder.

“Maybe it’s true, Fernando!”

“It’s bullshit.” He let out a laugh as he ran his hand over his beard. “Whatever you’re thinking, it’s bullshit. Yes, we’re different ages. The road gets tough, it happens and I don’t know why, but we carry on. That doesn’t mean we’re born to die. Come on!” He continued, his eyebrows furrowed up.

“Are you even listening-“

“I am and what you’re saying is bullshit like I said!” Fernando responds, taking a step closer to her. “Amor, yes, I want children. Yes, I dream of us one day living on the coasts of Spain with our kids but that doesn’t mean I want it right away. I want you to achieve your degree. I want you to enjoy yourself first because it’s not up to me when we have kids. It’s all you.”

“Yeah, but-“

“What do I have to do to prove this to you?”

Y/n raised her eyebrows in confusion as she tilted her head. “What do you mean ‘prove’ it to me?” She asked, confused by his words.

He takes a step back with a shrug. “Prove that I don’t care if you want to wait to have kids. Prove that I wanna marry you because I love you, not to settle down.”

“Well, you don’t need to prove-“ She pauses in her words when she sees him take a step down. She lets out a sigh, her hands falling to rest by her side. She knew immediately by the glint in his eyes what he wanted to do. “Fernando, no. You’re going to get sick.”

He takes another step down.

“Fernando, stop that!”

He takes one step back and is immediately met with the pouring rain. In seconds, his clothes and hair were drenched but he didn’t care. Not one bit.

“Fernando, come back! The longer you stay there the more likely you’ll be sick.” She scolded him but he simply smiled in reply.

“I’m not leaving unless you join me.”

Y/n crosses her arms, glaring at Fernando who keeps smiling. She let out a sigh of defeat as she took a couple steps down the stairs and made it out into the rain. He immediately pulls her close by her waist. She lets out a yelp and balances herself by holding onto his shoulders.

“I love you and I want to marry you, mi amor. I don’t mind waiting 5, 10, even 15 years for us to have kids and ‘settle’ down.” He loudly says over the sound of the rain hitting the pavement. “I just want you.”

She laughs in disbelief, resting her forehead against his chest. “We can figure it all out later, right?”

“It’s just you and me right now, mi amor,” Fernando says. He cups Y/n’s face with one hand, forcing her to look up. He took a second to admire her features and her messed-up makeup from the rain. He leans down, kissing her hard in the pouring rain. Her previous thoughts immediately washed away the moment she felt his lips on her. Maybe they weren’t born to die.

#formula one x reader #f1 x reader #f1 scenario #formula one scenarios #f1 imagine #formula one imagines #formula one imagine #f1 scenarios #fernando alonso scenarios #fernando alonso x reader #fernando alonso imagine

[and-make-it-double]

i was gonna stop posting about the watcher fiasco but i saw some really confusing???? takes on my dash so I'm throwing in my unsolicited thoughts even though it's not the most eloquent

1) people who were criticising watcher's decision after the initial announcement are NOT bullies. The boys made a bad decision and had to deal with the consequences. Just because you like them doesn't mean that people expressing their (understandable and quite just) disappointment are bullies

2) people who aren't won over by the apology aren't just "haters" and "internet trolls". While the apology seems to be a step in the right direction, we have NO WAY to know if they are sincere about it yet. They might show growth in the future but only time will tell. And even if they do show growth, fans whose feelings about watcher have been tainted because of this fiasco do not owe them their loyalty when said loyalty has already been disrespected once

#watcher #ryan begara #shane madej #steven lim

[levyfiles]

I've been trying to wrap my head around the whole mess because it's so confusing to me. Like, it's just such a bad business decision but at the same time people are acting like it's a personal betrayal. They just don't make enough content to justify 5.99 over other services. I like them but I'm already paying around £50+ for a bunch of subscriptions, gay little webcomics and artist patreons with far more content.

I'm gonna miss 'em but I just have to deal with that. Good luck to them and I really hope I'm wrong and that they find success but it doesn't seem likely with what they're planning.

Lastly anyone being weird about Steven's probably a racist or a conspiracy theorist (The only thing hes ever done wrong was owning a testla but that has nothing to do with the channel). Like yes he's the CEO, but the other two are grown ass men who can make their own decisions. We don't know what's going on behind the scenes so speculating on that's a waste of everyone's time. It's so weird how people are acting like ryan and Shane are, uwu babies and secretly mad respectively.

For those who have been following a while know that in 2020 I was laid off due to covid and didn't return to work until late 2021 and to this day, I'm still paying off debt because of it but when shit was tough and when shit is still tough, I made do and I still do. People shift things around and prioritize what seems fair to spend on. It's a rationale we're all beholden to. So whether they sink or swim, bottom line, no one is being forced to do anything so I feel sympathetic to those who've made it clear that this locks them out of future content and im fully prepared to participate in gifting subs for the 3rd season of Ghost Files but I don't feel sorry at all for people commenting on Sara's social media about how disappointed they are in Shane or the sheer landfill of putrid hatred fuelled unfairly by entitlement, or those lighting campfires in the field counting down callously for people to be unemployed. Those people can rot imo

#watcher

[naneki-maid]

as much as i love watching shows like new girl and the big bang theory, to this day i will never forgive their showrunners for their complete lack of Mexican representation (and the cleaning staff at the university they showed once in season 1 doesn’t count) like have they ever been to LA?? or anywhere near Southern California? pretty careless if you ask me.

#beyond negligent #new girl #the big bang theory #i know the Big Bang Theory cast was out their fighting for equal pay for the women so I guess they had their own battle to fight for #but still it’s pretty fuckin ridiculous #lack of poc #lack of Mexican representation #and Asian representation #and diversity in general??? #like they could have thrown in one black dude in scenes at the comicbook store #I just started watching the big bang theory and I completely forgot they were even in California lol #tv #tv series #sitcom #american sitcom #american television #like how does this even make sense? #people in the future are gonna be pretty confused lol #this is why I need to get back into watching Insecure or Atlanta

[danikoshi-doodles]

Thinking about Tales of Alethrion again. Here's a little colored sketch of Mik from that series

#I swear to god please I need someone to talk about it with it's literally free on youtube #It's been two years I'm still not over Ep 7 #*Shakes Skjald* Update video where #But anyway yea decided to try a different shading style here I really like it #Gonna have to try it more in the future #digital art #fanart #sketch #artwork #tales of alethrion #talesofalethrion #tales of alethrion mik #tales of alethrion fanart #damn I wish I could just shorten it to ToA but I know people would confuse it for Trials of Apollo or Tales of Arcadia lmao

[hauntingblue]

I think this flashback episode is very cruel to show us luffy as a child suffering because of the same thing current luffy is going thru. Enough

#ace carrying dadan 😭😭 #i will never stop being amused by ace noticing that luffy is happy he is alive. how many times now and it still hits #give him a hug at least lmao poor child #i love seeing luffy through others peoples eyes because this story is mostly about ace and seeing luffy as a secondary character is so.... #idk revealing. bc you know current luffy isnt telling you shit about anything. so ace has to. and now you see what he meant about having a #little brother that gets left behind. and you think luffy is dumb but he is capable but thats now. ace saw the little crybaby and still sees #still sees it #sometimes i feel a heat in my chest that tells me that if i run away i will lose something and thay scares me #😭😭 and in thay moment that was luffy #he got that from.his father!!! #see what i mean having roger as a father so presently is like a blessing hiding a curse. like yeah protect your family but you might die #and like is having his blood a good thing or a bad thing they are getting confused. bc ace said before dying that he has a demons blood... #i mean if we are seeing this now it overwrites that but still!!! in the future how does he keep thinking like that!!!! #back to luffy and his bugs.... #luffy crying again and ace finding another thing to hate himself about #when you are able to change an era you decide if you want to live or die #jesus christ the foreshadowing... he changed an era unknowingly and died about it #ace tells luffy not to cry bc he feels bad when he does i know it.... men do not cry bullshit.... #ace crying ok........ that is enough please..... #i was gonna say i wanna keep my two day streak of crying but i already failed earlier lmao #luffy saying he wants to become strong so he alone can protect what he loves... and ace saying he needs to worry about himself bc he will #never die 😭😭😭 #after everyone wanting him dead he is going to live to protect his little brother... and he died watching his brother be strong and dying #for him still.... because he was still weak... they both were.... #do you see how fucked up this is #didnt cry that much bc weve already seen half of this.... but alas still hits #not me realising now how aces death is a pure tragedy: could have been prevented but has been unavoidable since the start #talking tag #watching one piece #episode 503

[lynxalon]

brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

#kinda . hate when people hold up something and say the name of the thing and just. expect me to know wtf the unspoken question is... #like. do you want me to play? do you want me to watch you and ur friend play? do u just wanna point out that ur gonna play? #do u just enjoy sayin the name of the game ??? #idk it's just. confusing #especially rn #lotsa brain fog #and i'm so fucking tired i literally wanna cry about this #i pushed myself the last two days and i went out and now i'm beyond exhausted #and i didnt know anyone was coming over #and i found out about two future soonish outings that i wasnt told about and im like. #kinda hurt 😶 #i feel like i'm not even known. i always need time after going out. i always do these things the pattern isnt hard to see #i even talked about it before!!! #complaining about one person not paying attention or caring but it feels the same towards me. #honestly i think i just. need to take today off. till ny head and hurt aren't so prone to getting hurt over whats likely not a big deal #phewwww 🤐

[suugarbabe]

Always

Pairing: Mattheo Riddle x y/n

Warnings: slow burn, fluff, smut-adjacent? I guess

Summary: You & Theo have been best friends since year 1. Mattheo has been crushing on you since around the same time; everyone things you and Theo are going to end up together but both you and Theo have others in your sights.

You had met Theo your first ever day at Hogwarts. Really you had met him on the train; you had been so nervous that you were going to miss the train you made your mum get you there extra early. You had found a compartment to yourself in the back, making tiny paper birds with notebook paper and flicking your wand up and down to make them dance. It was a simple spell, a children’s spell really that your mum had taught you. It helped calm you down.

You heard more students arriving on the train the closer it got to 9:00. You weren’t bothered that no one has joined you yet, it was almost more peaceful that way. At 8:59, your compartment door flew open and a mess of brown curls was standing with his back to you, shouting down the car pathway, “Down here, Teddy, c’mon!” The curly haired boy plopped down across from you and almost jumped out of his skin, “Merlin! Sorry, I didn’t notice you there. I’m Mattheo.” You gave a weak smile, but didn’t say anything as another boy came rushing in - more like stumbling- and sat right next to you. He had sandy brown hair and was as skinny as a bean pole. You made a mental note to watch out for his inevitable clumsy-ness in the future.

“I’m Theo, thanks for letting us sit with you. We almost missed the bloody train,” he gave you a crooked smile that reached his eyes. “Teddy and I are first years, I’m assuming you’re the same by your robes,” Mattheo spoke again, tearing open a chocolate frog and shoving half in his mouth. You nodded your head, pulling a knee to your chest. “I told you, it’s Theo now, we’re going to school, it’s Theo not Teddy.” Mattheo rolled his eyes, “Not happenin’, Mate.”

“What’s your name?” Theo turned back to you, smile plastered on his face again. “Y/n,” you spoke barely above a whisper, but Theo nodded, repeating your name to himself over and over again like he was committing it to memory. “She must like you better than me, Teddy, she didn’t speak to me at all when I first walked in,” Mattheo mumbled through mouthfuls of chocolate. The tips of Theo’s earns burned the slightest shade of pink, you found it endearing. “You’re gonna have to get used to me sometime, Princess, we’re all gonna be best friends now.” You turned back to Mattheo, confusion clearly written on your face.

He rolled his eyes again, “It’s like an unwritten rule, duh. The people you sit with on the train your first time to Hogwarts end up being your best friends for life.” You took a deep breath, “Well if I’m stuck with you guys for life, I have a few rules.” Both boys sat up a little straighter, listening intently. “You need to learn to eat with your mouth shut,” you gave your want a small flick in Mattheo’s direction, shutting his mouth immediately. Theo threw his head back in laughter, wiping his eyes, “Okay, you’re definitely going to have to teach me that one.”

“And you,” you turned to Theo, “have to let me call you Teddy.” Theo smiled widely, “If you teach me that mouth sealing spell you can call me whatever you want.” You flicked your wrist again, releasing Mattheo from the spell. He gasped for air dramatically like he had been gagged, “I don’t know when, but I’ll get you back for that one, Mouse. I don’t know when, but expect it.” You tilted your head, “Mouse?” Mattheo smiled proudly to himself, “Yeah, ‘cause when I first came in you were as quiet as a mouse.” You felt your face get hot, your stomach fluttering with butterflies.

You were the last of the three of you to get sorted. The sigh of relief you let out was massive when the sorting hat placed you in Slytherin with your new friends. Theo’s long arm was waving like crazy, beckoning you over to him and Mattheo. The next several years consisted of you three growing closer and closer. You and Mattheo would always argue back and forth. But overall you felt closest to Theo. He was like your brother. You cared for each other at parties, fell asleep on each other in the common room, wore his extra quidditch jersey to games.

People asked you both all the time why you didn’t date. So when Pansy asked you again at the beginning of sixth year you had to roll your eyes. “Me and Teddy? No way, yuck!” You gagged, “he’s like my brother. That’s incest Pans, gross. Never ever no.” She laughed at your response, but still seemed a bit nervous. You raised your eyebrows, “Wait why…do you…OH MERL-” Pansy slapped her hand over your mouth, “Shut it, y/n! Do you want to wake up the rest of the girls? Yes, okay. I’m crushing on Theo.” She covered her face with her hands, groaning and presumably hiding your cheeks that were most definitely bright red.

“Oh this is great, truly,” you smiled. “Honestly, you don’t know how happy this makes me, Pans.” The girl across from you lifted her head, “Why does this make you so happy, Y/n.” Pansy was definitely suspicious at your tone of voice and just your eagerness in general. “Because…” you grinned, “a certain gangly limbed, brown haired boy told me he had a crush on a bombshell black haired girl this summer.” Pansy sat there, blank look on her face. You groaned, “Merlin’s beard…Pansy, Teddy told me he’s had a crush on you for the last year.”

Pansy squealed with excitement but quickly covered her mouth, glancing over at the other girls in the room making sure they where still sleeping. “You know what this means, right?” She sat up on her knees, practically bouncing as she spoke to you. You nodded, in full understanding, “It means we have to make sure you look hot as shit for the welcome party tomorrow.” Pansy nodded, “We both need to look hot as shit.” “Wait why we? Who do I have to look hot for?” You questioned. Pansy tucked herself into her duvet, “That’s for me to know…and you to find out tomorrow.”

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As sixth years you were in charge of party planning. You and Pansy had designated yourselves as lead party planners making sure everything was perfect. You had gotten ready together, making sure each other looked “extra hot” as Pansy stated. You were still clueless as to who you were looking hot for, but you still went along with it. You both let the party get started before you made an entrance. As the pair of you made it across the room you found your group of boys. By the second week of your first year, the group had expanded from just you, Theo and Mattheo to include not only Pansy but also Draco, Blaise and Lorenzo.

Theo’s eyes were glued to Pansy the moment he clocked you guys across the room. You smiled, thanking Merlin that Theo would likely finally get a girlfriend and put the stupid dating rumors for you two to rest. He spoke up immediately, “You look amazing Pansy.” She blushed slightly, “Thank you, Theo. You look pretty good yourself.” The tops of Theo’s earn turned the slightest of pink as his smile grew, still crooked as always. He stood up, taking her hand and leading her to the dance floor.

“You looking fucking sexy, too, Y/n-” Enzo started his sentence but was quickly cut off with a flick of Mattheo’s wand, sealing his mouth shut with the charm you had taught the young boy so many years ago causing the rest of the group to burst out laughing. “Can I, erm, talk to you, Mouse? Alone?” Mattheo stood from his seat. You crossed your arms, “Not until you release, Enzo.” He rolled his eyes, flicking his wand again. Enzo opened his jaw wide, moving it around and making chomping movements with his mouth, “You can rightfully piss off for that one.”

Mattheo just gave him the finger before grabbing your hand. You couldn’t help the way your heart raced when his skin made contact with yours. It didn’t always used to be like this. Sure, you had a slight crush when you were eleven, but he was adorable, all the girls had a crush. It had died down a little when he started hooking up with Astoria Greengrass in year three. But last year, when Mattheo started keeping to himself more, not even hooking up with random girls your crush had time to blossom again.

You did your best to keep it to yourself. You two were still close, not as close as you and Theo, but that’s only because doing things like falling asleep on Theo’s shoulder was nothing. If you were to do that on Mattheo, you’d probably fail every test the next day over analyzing every move and breath he took. Mattheo stopped walking when you two made it to the hallway leading to the boys dorms. The silencing charm cut off right before the halls, making it much quieter and easier to talk there than inside the party.

“What’s going on Mattheo, why did want need to talk out here? And why were you mean to Enzo, he was just telling me how nice I looked, he’s allowed-”

“No,” Mattheo started through gritted teeth, “he’s not allowed, and he was being inappropriate to you.” You scoffed, crossing your arms, “Excuse me?” Mattheo turned away from you, yanking down on his curls. “Mattheo Marvelo, look at me this instant!” He whipped around, slamming a hand on the wall next to your head. You jumped slightly, letting out a small yelp. “He is not allowed to say those things to you, Mouse,” Mattheo spoke softly, his jaw was clenched and he kept his eyes shut, clearly trying to keep himself calm.

You reached up, placing a hand on his cheek, “Why?” The boy relaxed into your touch as he took a deep breath. He opened his eyes, meeting yours as you stared back at him. He held eye contact with you; you had always loved Mattheo’s eyes. Theo would tease him and tell him they were “so brown because he was full of shit”. But you were always quick to defend him. Mattheo’s eyes reminded you of mahogany in the middle. He had the richest shade of brown along the rim of his iris, when the sun caught his face on the train that first day you knew you’d be done for long term.

“Talk to me, teo, what’s wrong?” The corner of his mouth turned up slightly at the nickname. You noticed his eyes flick from your own, down to your lips and back. Your heart rate picked up, not quite believing what he might be thinking. When his eyes flicked down again, you got a surge of confidence moving your hand from his cheek to the back of his neck. You pulled him closer, hearing his breath hitch as your lips met.

Your fingers tangled into his dark curls, his hand that wasn’t holding his weight on the wall found your waist. He took a step closer to you, essentially trapping you against the wall, the front of his body now flush to yours. You mind was tangled, you placed your hands on Matteo’s chest, pushing him back slightly. “What’s wrong?” He asked, “Was it bad did I mess up?” You shook your head, smiling, “No, it was, gosh it was amazing, I just don’t understand how, or why, it’s happening.”

Mattheo rested his forehead against yours, “I’ve always loved you, Mouse. It’s always been you. Ever since that first day on the train, when you charmed my mouth shut with that little attitude of yours.” You smiled at the memory as he continued, “Merlin, no one had ever done anything like that to me before. I didn’t understand it at first but I felt love for you in that moment. When everyone started saying you and Theo should date, I got so jealous. I wanted it to be me. But you were always so much closer with him. I tried to date other girls, to chase that feeling I felt that first time we met but they never did it for me. Not like you, Y/n.”

Your heart felt like it was beating out of your chest. The boy you had been pining after for years just basically told you he loved you since he met you, that his feelings were the same as yours. He opened his mouth to speak again, but instead you tilted your head slightly capturing his mouth with yours. He pulled you closer, seemingly not being able to get enough of you in that moment.

In what felt like entirely too soon he pulled away, “We should get back to everyone else, yeah?” You smiled, nodding your head, “Yeah, s’pose so.” He laced his fingers with yours, leading you back to the couch your friends were sitting. Pansy and Theo now sitting down, Pansy’s legs thrown casually over Theo’s. As the two of you got closer, Pansy’s eyes panned down to your hands. She slapped Theo’s chest, pointing toward you and Mattheo. “Oh thank MERLIN,” Theo exclaimed, causing everyone’s eyes to follow, smiles forming on everyone’s faces. Enzo sat up, “Merlin, finally! We were so tired of hearing Mattheo drown on and on about you, Y/n, year after yea-” in an instant his mouth was charmed shut. Everyone turned to look at Mattheo who put his arms up in defense. You slid your want back in your holder on your leg, shrugging your shoulders, “He talks too much sometimes.”

#mattheo riddle x reader #theodore nott x reader #mattheo riddle #mattheoxreader #harry potter #golden era #mattheo x you

[pray4byron]

I need drama. what if their s/o is an angel who is in hell "illegally". they decided to help Charlie after her visiting Heavens. they have wings and a halo, and can easily move between heaven and hell. One evening they hurriedly leave the hotel, saying that it was "a very important meeting up there. I need to come so they don't suspect anything" and that they would be back in a couple of hours. and fled away. they have been gone for few days. Arriving at the hotel at night, they accidentally run into a character, and let's just say, their s/o is not in the best condition. Everything is beaten and covered in blood, but the worst thing is that golden blood is flowing from their backs and their wings are missing. holding the injuries, where the blood comes from, barely standing on feet, they whisper with a smile "They found out everything. Very soon they will start an attack. I'm so sorry."

For Alastor, Husk and platonic!Charlie

WTFF THAT IS ACTUALLY SO COOL !!

but yes, I will write that for you, rn ;)

Although, due to the fact that this is a bit lengthy, I’m only gonna do Husk and platonic!Charlie (assuming you want them separate) So I hope that’s okay!! But I could always do an Alastor version in the future :)

(pssst… there will be a part 2… you didn’t hear it from me…)

“Bad Little Angel” Pt. 1

Husk x Seraphim!Angel!Reader

Warnings: Swear words, S1E6 spoilers, alcohol mentions, use of (Y/N)

“I can’t believe Lucifer’s little cunt thinks, not only, that she can bring sinners up here, but also bitch to my manager? Like just say you’re a slutty, lesbian Karen and move the fuck on.” Adam whined as he walked with Lute out of the courtroom, “I couldn’t agree more, sir.” Lute said with a nod, taking off her mask and shaking her hair slightly.

This wasn’t right, and you knew that. None of it. But you knew, you had to do something.

A true Angel wouldn’t continue to let human souls die off, whether they be Hellbound or not.

“Sooo, how’d it go?” Lucifer asked enthusiastically as Charlie walked through the door, only for her to walk right past him, his face slightly falling as she did so, she fell face forward into one of the couches before mumbling some incoherent words into the pillow.

“Eh, wha?” Angel asked, as he turned to look at her from the bar, “Fine.” she mumbled, lifting her head up, simply to be audible, before slamming it back into the pillow. “Wow.” Angel remarked, before shutting up after Vaggie gave him the eyes.

Before more words could be exchanged there was a knock at the door, Charlie sluggishly walked to swing it open, and there you stood, one of the three Seraphim’s that were at the meeting, although it was hard to notice due to the white cloak that hung over your body and face.

“— Can I come in before we begin this? I just don’t want anyone to see me.” You said sheepishly, as Charlie stepped aside to let you in without uttering a word, slightly stunned by your presence.

You walked in, and neatly put your cloak on a nearby coatrack, your wings and hall now on display, and now it felt like everyone in the hotel had eyes on you…

Most of which you had either remembered from the meeting or the live video of ‘The Porn Demon’ — or as Lute said ‘Some crackwhore’

“Hello!” You said with a bashful wave. “I’m-”

“Smiles? What are you doing here?”

Smiles? Only people in Heaven called you that. You turn to see Vagi looking, almost confusion? Shock? Perhaps undecided for now.

“Ah yes, hi, Vagi-”

“It’s pronounced ‘Vaggie’”

“Oh. My apologies!”

Vaggie. Noted.

“As I was saying, I’m one of the Seraphims, Ms. Morningstar was in Heaven earlier this afternoon, and I must say, I’m invested in this hotel of yours.”

Charlie’s face lit up instantly, but you could feel the Porn Demon (for a lack of his name) and Vaggie eyeing you suspiciously.

“I… I know we’re different, but I really want to help, this whole hotel is about putting others together despite their differences, so, y’know.. well, I didn’t really think through what I was going to say before I came here.” You said, chuckling under your breath as you looked down bashfully and played with the tip of your shoe.

“Fine.” Vaggie said, before coming up to you, “But know everything is confidential, you don’t get to spill all our shit because you feel like it, I don’t care who’s in charge who’s telling you to do this, if you don’t follow our rules, you don’t get to be here.” Vaggie finished, looking to a deer-like demon, who has a big grin on his face as he comes up to you, and offers to shake his hand.

You hesitate, but shake it, a green light swirls around the room and flickers away the moment your and the deer’s hands lose contact.

You turn to Vaggie, your face serious about the promise just made, “You have yourself a deal.”

“So this is Angel! You saw him from the video! That is Alastor, he’s the one you made the deal with! Ooh oh! And that’s Pentious and Niffty — Niffty’s the one cleaning, by the way!” Charlie said pointing to a small cyclops girl sweeping and a snake man who followed behind her — he seemed to be a.. you couldn’t exactly put your finger on it, but you settled with magician.

“That’s Husk, the bartender!” Charlie said with a point, and the cat man gave a small nod — now that was a magician, but if he was a magician, what the hell was the snake supposed to be? Eh, it doesn’t matter.

“And this is… Oh, well you already know Vaggie! From.. er…” Charlie trailed off, it was obvious she was referring to what Adam had announced in the courtroom.

“So is, ‘Smiles’ like your real name? ‘Cus I’ve never met a damn person in my whole afterlife who’d wanna be named that…well, maybe except for him.” Angel asked from the bar, gesturing to Alastor for his last reference.

“No no.” You said with a chuckle, approaching Angel slightly to talk to him more efficiently. “Smiles is a nickname that Vaggie knows me as from… past social circles..” You explained, trailing off, “But anywho, you can call me smiles, or (Y/N), whatever you want!”

“You want a drink?” Husk asked, as he finished up cleaning Angel’s cup, as he just went to bed for the night, “No, I don’t drink.” you explained as Husker chuckled. “I just… never really got to know you.” You added.

“There’s only so much to know.” He said, “And didn’t Charlie say something about a ‘live video’ from that meeting? See, you know enough about me, new kid.”

It had been about a week since you made it to the hotel, you had been in Heaven for about half of that time though, but everyone was nice so far!

Charlie was amazingly kind and understanding during shared planning periods, you were starting to build a friendship with Vaggie again, Angel was turning into your bestfriend, you loved the chaotic energy with Pentious and Niffty, Alastor was creepy…but he was okay, and Husk was so soothing and understanding — you have to admit, that maybe something a little special was going on.

It was late, you had just been out on a walk around the block with Husk and Angel, and you were in your peejays, ready to clock out, simply scrolling on your phone, you see a text pop up, and you click to view it.

Lute : There’s a meeting on Sunday. Don’t miss it.

A meeting? For what? We just had a meeting..

“Is everything okay?” Charlie asked as you rushed to get your cloak and clip it below your chin. Angel, Vaggie, and Alastor also watched you scramble around the lobby of the hotel.

“Look, Heaven really needs me, and I need to leave now if I wanna make it there when I need to, I’ll be back, I promise.” You explained quickly and sternly, Charlie and Angel exchanged concerned looks, Vaggie looked a bit suspicious and you couldn’t help but feel awful, and Alastor had his signature grin.

“You’ll be back, right?” Charlie asks with a hopeful smile.

You hesitate to answer, but give a smile back to her that has the same hope within your eyes, “Of course.”

And then, you flew off.

#x reader #reqs open #fanfiction #mio’s writing ! ☆ #x y/n #x you #hazbin hotel x y/n #hazbin hotel x you #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel #husker x reader #husker #hazbin hotel husk #hazbin hotel husker #husk x reader #husk

[fanonical]

look people who've been around here for a while know exactly how i feel about the early doctor who serial edge of destruction but i rewatched it recently and i have feelings

so edge of destruction is the third ever serial of doctor who, right? it's an unearthly child, the daleks, then edge of destruction. and it's also kind of a bottle episode. edge of destruction is a two-parter, and is set entirely on the tardis featuring only the main cast

the plot is weird. everyone wakes up in the tardis with confusion and memory loss, not knowing what's going on. the tardis isn't safe, and strange things are happening. the ship seems to be malfunctioning, but there's nothing notably wrong with it. everyone's freaking out and accusing each other of sabotaging the tardis or hurting each other

now, as i said, this is early doctor who. companions barbara and ian had been kidnapped by the doctor and susan so they don't tell anyone that time travel is real, and at this point they don't trust the doctor and the doctor doesn't trust them. the doctor immediately starts accusing barbara and ian of sabotaging the ship to force him to take them home, which they angrily refute. they've spent the last two stories saving the doctor and susan from whatever's trying to kill them

barbara has a speech here which is brilliant and i can quote verbatim. 'do you realise, you stupid old man, that you'd have died in the cave of skulls if ian hadn't made fire for you? and what about what we went through against the daleks? not just for us, but for you and susan too. and all because you tricked us into going down to the city. accuse us? you ought to go down on your hands and knees and thank us! but gratitude's the last thing you'll ever have, or any sort of common sense either'

and the doctor spends the whole two episodes either accusing ian and barbara of being evil or being wholly unhelpful. (he straight up drugs everyone with a sedative at one point!) yeah, turns out the tardis is trying to tell them what's wrong via cryptic clues, and barbara's putting the pieces together. and the doctor still doesn't listen to her! she's so close to figuring it out and saving them all - they're all gonna die in about ten minutes and the doctor's basically given up, but barbara's trying to solve the problem

and in the end, they have the eureka moment and get out of trouble, but barbara's still understandably pissed. that is, until the doctor takes the time to apologise to her and tell her that yeah, she was right and he's sorry he didn't listen to her and he's going to do better to respect her opinions in future. they go into the next serial as friends, a first for the series to that point

so why do i love this weird little two-parter so much? because it is the moral centre of modern doctor who. this is the start of the characterisation of the doctor that we know and love. before this, the doctor is ruthless! he tries to kill a guy with a rock! he sabotages the tardis to satisfy his curiosity and lands everyone in danger from the daleks! he drugs them just because he doesn't trust them! he thinks he's smarter, better, and more important than the people he travels with

but then barbara stands up to him. she tells him that, no, she and ian are important too. and no, they're worth listening to. and yes, they can help and are worth something. and that's important, because barbara and ian are way more compassionate than the doctor is at this point. they want to help people they come across even if it means putting their own lives in danger.

sound familiar? yeah, the doctor's whole thing of helping everyone they come across and compassion towards everyone starts here. this is one of the most enduring things about the doctor and it would never have happened without barbara telling the doctor he's full of shit

and it's all because he listened to an ordinary woman

#Doctor Who #Classic Who #Ian Chesterton #Barbara Wright #First Doctor #Susan Foreman

[baby-dr1ver]

girls night in, guys night out

a/n: hello everyone! this is my second installment of dad!lando series. most of these can be read as one-shots but some (in the future) will connect. anyway, enjoy!

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pairing: dad!lando x fem!reader

warnings: fluff, so much fluff, tooth rotting, kinda pouty lando lol

--you invite the WAGS over while the boys go out. Lando isn’t happy about leaving Atticus before bed time, but the guys are okay with being delayed after seeing the precious  moment between the three of you 

Getting Lando to go out has been difficult. Which is weird because Lando is a party animal-he sokes up everyone's energy and has never turned down going to a club. 

But ever since Atticus was born, parties and club visits have slowed down…almost to a stop completely. After every race, win or lose, he’d come back to the hotel room to the two if you. Curled up in bed by 9:30 instead of celebrating with the grid. 

Now that winter break was in full swing, you’d been pushing him to see his friends, even if it was just dinner. He’d always respond the same, “I’d rather be here with you and Atty.” And while that was sweet, he NEEDED to get out of the house. So, you invited all the WAG’s over while the guys tried to wrestle Lando into some “going out clothes” instead of his usual sweatpants and shirt covered in spit up and whatever else his gremlin threw at him. 

“Baby c’mon, it’s one night away.” Lando huffed as he flung himself on the bed. He was half dressed, desperately trying to convince you to let him stay home with the girls and Atticus. 

“What if this one night throws our whole routine out of whack?! What if he resents me? What if he stops-” you put a hand over his mouth before he could get another word out, knowing exactly 

what he was gonna say. “Lan, I seriously doubt that our baby who is 9 months old, will stop loving you because you went out for one night.” He pouts and pulls you down to lay with him. He looks over to the bassinet next to your bed, listening to your baby boy shuffle around. Lan knew he was overthinking things, maybe he really did need a night out. 

“Alright, I’ll go.” he said so lowly, you almost missed it. Almost. 

You sprung up and grabbed Atticus from the crib. “Why don’t you throw that black button up on and we’ll meet you in the kitchen.” Lando cocked his head to the side confused. “Can’t let you leave without helping me give him his night time bottle.” His face lit up with excitement. Lando got into action as you made your way downstairs. 

As you walked down to greet everyone, you couldn’t help but look down at the carbon copy of Lando in your arms. Same nose, same eyes and ears, same cheeky smile-you felt a little sad Lando was leaving but you knew this was what he needed. 

By the time Lando had made his way to the kitchen, you had already dimmed the lights and had everything laid out and ready. He stood back for a moment and watched the two most important people in his life be so entranced by one another, totally blocking out the rest of the world. He made his way up behind, careful not to make you jump, and laid a delicate kiss in your shoulder. 

“Hi” you whispered, never taking your eyes off Atticus. “Hi baby,” he replied with a small squeeze to your waist. “hi other baby.” he laughed to himself as his mini me just peered up at him. “Grab the bottles for me? Everything’s ready, just need to feed the little bean.” Lando nodded and grabbed the warm sippy cup full of milk and handed it to you. 

“Here why don't you” you paused and decided it would be easier to show him. You turned so you faced a little away from lando and brought him closer. You replaced the arm holding his legs with Landos so he supported his body too. He must have got the message because suddenly he let out a long breath and leaned into you. 

“Better?” He nodded and swayed a little to try and lull Atticus to sleep quickly. You all got comfortable under the dim lighting of the kitchen, Lando laid his head on your shoulder, inhaling your scent. The little one looked up at you both with his big blue/green eyes, and reached out towards his dad. Lando stuck out his finger for him to grapple onto and just about glued himself to the floor so he’d never have to leave. 

You chuckled as you watched the pout form onto Lando’s face and leaned down to kiss his cheek. Atty let out a soft sigh through his nose, a sign he was on the brink of sleep. One trick you and Lando both knew would get him to sleep, was singing to him. 

He loved any music, whether it was rock, 80’s, indie, pop, EDM, you could always find Atticus Norris moving around to music.

But what really mesmerized him was the silky voice of Frank Sinatra or Doris Day. You quietly hummed “Dream a Little Dream of Me” while gently tracing his delicate features. “Sing for me?” lando asked as he looked over at you with identical eyes. You blushed and looked away as you softly started to sing. “..stars shining bright above you.” 

“Night breezes seemed to whisper, I love you.” you inhaled sharply as you heard Lando try to carry a proper tune. “Babe, don’t laugh.” You giggled and nudged you shoulder against his cheek. 

“I’m not, I promise, it’s cute. Love when you try to sing along.” Lando scoffed in mock offense as he started to try and defend himself without waking the babe. What you both failed to notice was that he had already fallen asleep, resting all his weight against the two of you. Still gripping onto Lando’s hand, the nipple of the cup was still stuck in his mouth. 

You could see the battle behind Lando’s eyes so you spoke up, “Wanna put him to bed? I’m sure the guys won’t mind being late by a few minutes." Lando smiled and nodded. You transferred the rest of Atticus’ limbs to him and watched him walk upstairs with all the grace in the world. 

Before you could really process, you heard sniffling behind you. You whipped around and saw the girls with their phones out, tear tracks on their faces. “...is everything alright?” 

Kika scoffed, “Alright? That was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever witnessed!” the girls around her nodded as they dabbed their faces dry.

They disappeared around the corner, presumably to say goodbye to the HAB’s and you heard murmuring. 

“You can’t make him go! Please he won’t survive!”

“You didn’t see it, i have never seen him NOT wanna go out like that.”

“What?! He’s going out, I don’t care if I have to drag him by his curls out the door.” 

You giggled as you heard Max’s voice get louder. “Whatcha laughing about?” Lando asked as he came down the stairs. 

“Oh nothing, I just think that the guys are gonna leave you here if you don’t hurry.” he only grumbled and yelled. “Yeah I’m coming, I’m coming!” and disappeared out the door.

#formula one #formula one imagine #lando norris x reader #lando norris x y/n #lando norris x female reader #lando norris fluff

[percyluvr]

helloooooo!!!! can i request a percy jackson x daughter of hera!reader headcanons?? it would be pretty interesting to see hera having a child tbh

thank you if you do 💛

percy jackson x daughter of hera!reader summary: hcs for percy with a daughter of hera

when he first met you he was kinda worried bc he has beef with hera

but he's also confused bc wasn't she not supposed to have kids??

he expected you to be just like your mom

and you lowkey were

but you were a bit less.. uptight

but at the same time, u cant really blame her, her husband literally cheats on her so much

BUT ANYWAYS

i think u'd be so caring to him and he would love it SO MUCH

since hera is the goddess of marriage and childbirth, u would lowk take care of him like hes ur son

but like not in a weird way

u just care ab him so much that u baby him all the time

since both of ur cabins are always empty except for each other, u have sleepovers all the time

u have a pretty close relationship w ur mom, esp because ur her only demigod kid

percy isnt really jealous per say, bc he's decently close w poseidon, but like

he wishes he was that close with him

hera visits u in ur dreams a LOT bc she just loves u a lot

zeus is mad but she dgaf cuz ur her only daughter

and only kid

so obviously she's protective

esp when u tell her that u and percy r dating

shes at camp the next day asking u to introduce her to him

which ur like "mom pls y'all have already met"

and shes like "yes, but never when he was ur bf"

so u just go along w it bc u love her

they're lowk beefing bc she doesnt want u to get hurt

but as time goes on she realizes how much percy loves u and cares abt u

and she thinks ur the cutest couple ever

she is ready for yall to get married bc shes gonna throw the most extravagant and perfect wedding

and shes so excited esp bc ur the only kid she's going to be able to do this for

have i mentioned that she loves u a lot?

ANYWAYS

yk how in like house of hades and i think chalice of the gods when percy looks at annabeth and is js like "i cant wait to marry her and have kids"

yeah, hes like that but 300000x

and he's so excited bc he knows that ur gonna be SUCH a good mom

people always think ur weak bc ur mom "lets herself get cheated on"

or whatever dumbass shit they be saying

but u prove them wrong

mothers r fr the most powerful people in the UNIVERSE

and ur basically a mother bc u take care of everyone at camp

ur always at the infirmary helping the apollo kids bc its just in ur nature to love taking care of people

and percy always comes in with even the smallest little injuries

and it just warms ur heart to know that he wants to come see u even when ur working

u take care of the little baby pegasi too omg

gn thats so cute

imagine if blackjack had a lil baby pegasi and u took care of it

and percy is just like

melting

ur so sweet to them even if theyre "just horses"

it makes him so excited to have kids w u

whenever u see a little kid

or like a younger camper

u always tell him that u cant wait to go to new rome uni and then get married and have kids w him

the two of u are just so excited for the future with each other fr

i just think the two of u would be taking care of the pegasi and u would fall asleep in the hay after staying up talking

big surprise for the kids that have riding lessons that morning...

yall werent embarrassed tho cuz u have no shame fr

well, u have shame

percy has none

not the point.

everyone at camp sorta sees u as a mother and they always come to u

lowk camp therapist

bc they NEED one real bad

but it doesnt bother u bc u love to help them

ur always trying to fix problems at camp

and its very upsetting for you when you cant, and percy is always there to comfort u

ur lowk a meddler like ur mom

but its okay bc ur just worried about ur friends

i think that u would maybe have some soothing powers kinda like a hypnos kid, where u can like calm people down or put them to sleep

i also think that percy would suffer from panic attacks after his nightmares

so after he has a nightmare, you're there and if you can't soothe him with your words you just use ur powers

u can't stand to see him like that

it just upsets you so much

percy is so grateful for ur powers, but hes even more grateful for you

i think ur a lot more relaxed than most people at camp

and u dont really see the point in doing dangerous things for fun

which is different for percy, but he really does like it

he likes that he can just go to you and ask to relax and ur always down for that

its a change of pace that is definitely welcome and necessary in his life

ur definitely more of a rational thinker than him, so u stop him from doing some pretty stupid things

but u would never stop him from having fun

or doing thing that are important to him

ur relationship is lowk the blue print

yall just take care of each other fr

and ur like an old married couple which u two get teased ab

but u dont care

cuz u cant wait to get married lol!

a/n: this was a vv interesting request to write and i honestly loved imagining what a child of hera would be like so thank u for the req!

#pjo #percy jackson x reader #percy jackson x you #pjo series #pjo x reader #percy jackson #percy jackson fic #pjo x you #percy jackson imagine #book percy jackson #percy jackson headcanons #now i need to see a canon child of hera.......... pls rick #ik she wouldnt have kids but they could be like athena's kids or smth.... idk #just need that in my life

[buggachat]

To be clear, I goddamn hated the finale on first watch. I was withering in my seat. My heart had dropped to my stomach. I had no fucking idea what I was watching in that final scene lmao

and then Adrien said "when Ladybug gave me the rings—" and I was like— wait. LADYBUG? LADYBUG STILL EXISTS?

I THOUGHT THE ENTIRE TIMELINE HAD BEEN REWRITTEN 😭😭😭😭 I THOUGHT LADYBUG AND CHATN OIR DIDNT UFCKING EXIST uNTIL ADRIEN SAID THAT I WAS SO SO SO SCARED

and then I realized, oh wait. This isn't a complete utopian timeline rewrite. This is just a timeskip of a few months and Mme Bustier is just a kickass mayor. In fact, she's only mayor BECAUSE it's still the same timeline. And then I realized, hey, wait, if they didn't rewrite the timeline, then how tf is Emilie casually there with no questions?

And then I realized she was wearing black. And Félix was there. And I remembered Amelie exists.

Basically, I went into the finale chanting to myself "it's okay, it's okay... they probably wont bring Emilie back... they probably won't rewrite the entire timeline permanently.... right? please....", even though I didn't actually expect it to happen, but just because I was terrified that it could. And apparently that fear actually got to me so much that I misinterpreted the episode as being everything I didn't want it to be... when... it actually wasn't that at all

anyway, all of this is to say, everything in the episode happens so fast that it confused and terrified me at first. And when I realized what had happened, my opinion went from "my year is ruined" to "oh. well. okay. kind of disappointing, I guess". And then I kept thinking about it, and the ending, and all that is set up and rewatching the scenes and all the loose ends still in place and.... i realized I loved it?

like, every time I think about this finale, I love it more. every time i rewatch a scene, I get a little obsessed. this episode went from my nightmare to actually really really cool to me, and I'm still kind of reeling from it

Basically, this is why I've been kind of passionately defending the finale— not because I think people who don't like it are """dumb""" or anything, I don't blame people at all for that, and I totally get the confusion. I was confused too. And I know I'm not the only one who went in preparing themselves for the worst, or went in with very specific expectation on what will happen, because this finale has been long awaited for so long. I think everyone was shocked with how it ended. I think most people probably startled at Amelie's face (it's so easy to forget she exists....)

Anyways, I started this post basically as an apology for if I seem too aggressive or defensive about the finale. Because I get it! I get hating it! I get being disappointed or frustrated or confused! Part of why I'm so defensive is because I have all the arguments so ready on the tip of my tongue because I had the very same argument with myself already 😭 So I'm sorry if any of my posts came off as too aggressive and in advance for any future posts that might. I promise promise promise I'm not trying to make anyone feel bad for having bad opinions on the finale! I just think this episode is really cool and the fact I related to a lot of the nay-sayers makes it easy to feel so impassioned about it.

But this post is getting off the rails and I'm just gonna let it, because some of my regrets w my participation in fandom is that I find myself chickening out of actually talking about my thoughts on episodes a lot. I get kind of overwhelmed and overthink everything after I've posted it and I'm a shy person. But my inbox is closed and this is the season 5 finale and I want to ramble and ramble so I will allow myself this

Basically, I went in with some very specific expectations for this episode. We all know about the Hawkmoth defeat story. Many of us have read it in fics over and over again, it was teased in Chat Blanc, we all know what we expect, we all know our favorite beats from it.

And what actually happened....... met virtually none of those beats. (For me, at least).

Like, Adrien wasn't there for the final episode. At all. He was completely absent from the confrontation. He never found out his father was Hawkmoth. He got his rings, but he never found out he was a sentimonster. He is living in the dark.

Ladybug confronted Monarch... alone. Which is sad, when so much of the series is dedicated to the partnership of her and Chat Noir. Them against the world....... and Monarch was "defeated" with nary a Chat Noir in sight.

The whole entire "Gabriel is known as a hero" thing. I don't think anybody was expecting that. Absolutely shocking.

The fact Marinette would lie to Adrien like that. The fact she's keeping so much from him. The fact everyone is. SO MANY people in Adrien's life (Marinette, Plagg, Nathalie, Felix, Amelie, Kagami, probably Alya, maybe more I'm not thinking of....) are just... lying to him, now. He is so in the dark. He knows nothing.

But.........

I kind of like that I didn't predict nearly any of this. I like that it caught me off guard. I love how this show just completely baffles me at every turn, how it will present concepts and ideas to me that I've never read a fic about.

In retrospect, Chat Noir being absent from the final battle... makes sense. It actually makes a lot of sense, if I think about it, because... there is only one possible way that could've gone, right? Chat Noir would not be allowed to have the emotional implosion that he would have to have. This is devastating. This is SO devastating. This is the entire shattering of Adrien's entire world we're talking about, and Chat Blanc is the only real way for that to end. Adrien has an emotional implosion in front of Monarch, he gets akumatized, it turns into an emotion explosion, extinction event. The end. We've already seen it.

And........ even if it didn't end that way, even if he managed to avoid akumatization...... how could the finale satisfyingly end on that note? How could it end in any semblance of a "wrapped up" way, at the very start of Adrien's emotional breakdown? It couldn't. I wouldn't WANT it to. In retrospect, Adrien finding out his dad is Monarch and then.... what? The season ends on a close-up of him crying? The season ends with a time-skip to the new school year where they skipped his entire grieving period!? I would HATE that, actually. I would hate that. I thought I wanted it, but I would hate it. I would hate it so so so much.

What's kind of amazing is that the finale ended with Monarch being defeated.... but Adrien still has those realizations to make. He still has those betrayals to come to terms with. There is time for him to make these realizations, for him to come to these conclusions, perhaps one at a time, perhaps in a more controlled environment.... and that gets me far, far more excited for the seasons to come than an episode that tried to wrap it all up in the last 5 minutes.

Also, the reason Adrien didn't go to the final battle was because he feared becoming Chat Blanc. He didn't know the truth to it, didn't understand that literally, yes, that's what would have happened if he was there, even if he hadn't been under a nightmare curse. But he still knew. He still expected it. He willingly chose to sit it out, no matter how much he hated it, because he knew. And there's something kind of powerful to that, I think, of Adrien making a choice that is so unequivocally the Correct choice, even more than he realized. And the strength it took for him to make that decision...... damn.

As for the lies and the Gabriel statue? I... it's upsetting, but it's supposed to be. And I believe it. I absolutely believe it. I 10000% believe Marinette would keep the secret of Monarch's identity to herself to try to save Adrien the pain. I 10000% believe that the population could easily be led to believe a famous billionaire is a hero. I 10000% believe that Adrien would WANT to believe it. I 10000% believe Tomoe would take advantage of it.

And I can't wait to see that illusion crumble.

Also.... this is the beginning of The Lila arc.

And the Lila arc begins on........ Marinette telling the biggest, boldest face lie she ever told. The Lila arc begins on the most extreme city-wide illusion we've ever seen. It begins on such a huge fabrication and....

..... it's Marinette's lie.

............ and Lila knows that it's a lie.

I'm

!!?!?!?!

This is so fucking cool???? The irony here??? the deceit???? All these loose ends, all the possible confrontations, all the ways this could GO. I don't know where the show is taking this, obviously, because nobody ever can predict where this show is going apparently (and I love it for that), but oh my god. I'm imagining all the fics I could read about this. all the fics I could write. all the thoughts and scenarios that this finale has provided me with to daydream about as I go to sleep.

Adrien, going through the motions of life. Looking up to his father as a hero, despite the fact the last time he saw him, Adrien was sobbing, in tears, and cursing his name. Adrien, after all the abuse he was subject to, having to look up at a statue of his father and...... be forced to think that maybe he was wrong about his father. But he's not wrong. He WASN'T wrong. He just THINKS that he is. His father is going to continue to loom over his life in ways I never expected post-hawkmoth. Adrien's relationship with Gabriel has not ended, a new and terrifying and horrible new chapter of it has simply begun, and Adrien is still as manipulated by his father's ghost as he was by his father himself.

THAT'S. WILD!!!

also, Adrien now believes that MONARCH MURDERED HIS FATHER. Chat Noir now believes that his greatest nemesis KILLED HIS FATHER. CHAT NOIR, resident self-sacrificer, believes that HIS FATHER was a HERO who DIED FIGHTING MONARCH. Adrien thinks that maybe he should be more like his father— more like his father who died in battle. This is. Not Good. For Adrien.

And it's Marinette that started this. Well intentioned Marinette, who doesn't really understand the extent of the horrors. Marinette, Adrien's girlfriend, the person he trusts most. She did this.

And, I mean.... god. I totally get how this sucks for a lot of people, because it's objectively upsetting.... but I LOVE lovesquare tension. Season 4 is probably my favorite season for that reason alone (still mulling over if season 5 beat it for me). I love the relationship drama, I love that it's in character drama, I love how it fits everything we know about them sososo well, I love that it's horrible and it's terrible and it's awful and it's all because Marinette loved Adrien too much to want to hurt him.

I was worried no reveal would mean that season 6 would just be... what? adrienette fluff? not that I don't love that, but where's the drama? well. there it is. that's the drama.

I need to stop typing this. I know this is abysmally long and ranty and if you read all of this then I'm sorry. But I wanted to get some of my thoughts out.

But basically, I was expecting a lot of things for the finale.

In my best case scenario, it would somehow, miraculously tie up and address all the loose ends with Adrien's angst and character arc in two episodes.... and then end with me totally satisfied, ready to only half-heartedly watch season 6 like it was just a small dessert after the main course.

And I already described my worst case scenario (my first impression of the episode lmao)

But it wasn't that. I was expecting a series finale, but I got a season finale. And I love season finales. I love how they keep me wanting more. I love how excited I am for season 6, because in both my best and worst case scenarios, I honestly didn't expect to be. I love all the new ideas and thoughts and scenarios swirling around in my brain. And even if season 6 doesn't address some of the things I want addressed, I'm so excited to see the creative content in this fandom that DOES

#ml spoilers #ml s5 spoilers #ml s5 finale spoilers #ml re-creation #ml recreation #recreation spoilers #re-creation spoilers #I am SO SO SO SORRY that htis rant went OFF and I just rambled and rambled and I'm sure nobody will read this. however #sometimes I want to be silly. and my silly moment is rambling about my favorite show into the void on my tumblr #im not proof reading this so im so sorry if it's. um. all over the place and riddled w typos 😭 im vibing im vibing

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You don't know me 18

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pairing: y/n and chris sturniolo

summary: you and chris came from two different sides of the spectrum when it came to the social scale. You had the perfect life, the perfect boyfriend, the perfect parents, but when you start to peal back that layers things got messy. Your life was set and stone, your future was set and stone. That was until he comes and changes everything.

warnings: smutttt, male!receiving, fighting with parents

"I think i'm gonna break up with Max"

Silence.

I know how to shut my parents up fast. Both their eyes drifted up to mine as their forks stilled against their plates. I kept eating, stabbing another piece of chicken on my plate. I glanced up at them as I placed the fork in between my teeth, chewing slowly.

First family dinner, I think ever. It was weird, awkward. I was pissed because I was suppose to meet Chris an hour ago, but my mother insisted on a family dinner that has never happened once.

So as uncomfortable it made me, I wanted to make it worse for them. So I didn't have to do this ever again.

"What?" My father's voice broke looking at me. I glanced over at my mother who was staring daggers at me. I shrugged and looked down at my plate, continuing on my plate.

"Y/n" My mother snapped making me look up at her. I blinked up at her. She clenched her jaw and shook her head. I sighed and looked down. "Why do you say that?" My dad said clearly trying not to let his temper break as he looked down at his plate.

"I just don't....." I bit my lip. "I don't think he's the person I thought he was" I mumbled feeling a pit forming in my stomach. Silence was in the room other than my fork scraping the plate placed in front of me.

My father smacked his lips and sighed. "I think he's a nice boy y/n" He stated. I looked up at him. You barely know him, I wanted to say. I didn't respond and looked down.

I'm not one to stand up to my parents, one of my least favorite things actually. Standing up for myself, something i've never even thought about doing before I met Chris.

Chris changed everything for me.

I was falling in love with him and I didn't know if it was a good thing or bad thing, but for the first time in my life: I didn't care.

I didn't care what my parents thought.

I didn't care was Sydney thought.

I didn't care what Max thought.

I only care what I thought. How I felt. For the first time in my life, i'm putting myself first. And it felt fucking good.

"Don't go around spewing nonsense Y/n" My mother mumbled shaking her head. I looked up at her, meeting her eyes.

"Let me rephrase" I cleared my throat as I looked at her from across the table. "Since I don't want to confuse you with my nonsense" I said repositioning the napkin across my lap and then looking back up at her.

"I'm breaking up with Max" I stated blankly. She stared back at me. I saw my father's eyes burning into my head. "Did something happen? Why are you acting this way?" My father said looking at me. I broke my mother's gaze and looked at my dad.

"I just don't think he's...." I said softly, looking at my dad. "I'm not sure he's a good person" I whispered softly. My father studied my eyes.

I could see it in his eyes. He was watching his business fall in the hands of me. Obviously he didn't want to openly force me to be with him, much like my mother would or will, but he saw Max as more of a business opportunity, and Max ate that up.

The thing about bad people is that most of them don't want to admit to being a bad person, they might manipulate you into doing what they want, but when it becomes too obvious, they stray away.

All because they want to pretend they are good. Whether that's a being a good person, good at their jobs, good at parenting, it doesn't matter.

They all fall in the same pattern.

It's something that my mother never understood because I believe that my mother wasn't always a bad person, so she doesn't understand how the master manipulation works. My father does.

So he wouldn't tell me I couldn't break up with him.

He would just resent me until I gave in, little did he know that this time, it wasn't going to work.

He cleared his throat. "I would be disapointed if you did. He's from a good family, I just don't see a vaild reason for anything you're saying" He said shaking his head and looking down at his plate. I looked over at my mother and she shook her head mouthing to me "Stop".

I took in a breath and looked down seeing my appetite dwindle.

"I just feel like it would be best for me, for my mental state" I said softly. My mother scoffed. "Clara." My father said looking up at her. Her eyes shifted to him, they had a stare down.

"I just think it's selfish, do you not Scott?" My mother said looking at him. I looked between them. "This decison doesn't just effect you, it effects me, your father, his business, our future Y/n--"

"That's enough" My father stated loudly. She glance to him before looking down at the plate in front of her.

I let out a breath, not meaning to start something like this. I just wanted to say I was gonna do it before I did it because I didn't want them to be completely blindsided.

My father took in a breath looking back over at me. I felt chills crawl up my neck. "It's your decision Y/n" He said glancing over my face. "I just can't say that your mother or I will stand behind it" He said looking down, flexing his jaw.

The silence came back at the sound of forks on a dinner plate filled my ears. I just blinked at my dad, biting my lip. "What does that mean?" I asked blinking at him. He didn't say anything, just continuing looking at his plate.

My heart started to beat as I clenched my fists. I looked between them neither of their eyes looking up at me. I swallowed feeling tears come to my eyes as I looked down at my plate.

"Like what?" I snapped. "Does that mean you'll resent me more than you already do?" I snapped. My mother's eyes came up to me, my father's stayed down. I stared her down as my eyes watered.

"You'll be more disappointed in me than you already are?" I said loudly. "Y/n" My mother titled her head. "No! Why are we doing this stupid family dinner? You wanna act like a family now?" I snapped.

"Y/n" My father's voice said. I looked over at him.

"Because you've resented me since the damn day when the nurse said "Here's your baby girl"”I yelled looking at my mom.

"Enough!" My dad's voice boomed, almost shaking the table. I froze as I looked over at him, his eyes on mine. My hands were shaking pressed against the table.

"You do not raise your voice when speaking to your mother and you do not raise your voice speaking to me." He snapped looking at me. I swallowed feeling my body shake in the chair.

I licked my lips and looked down at the table, feeling a tear drop down my nose. I took in a breath before scooting my chair back, it being the only noise in the loud empty dinning room. I threw my napkin on my plate as my heels clicked as I exited the room, shaking my head, wiping the tears falling off my nose.

-

I jumped down my tree as I walked towards the gate, my hoodie over my head and my tennis shoes tied on my feet as I headed towards the gate, pushing it open.

I turned clicking the gate closed before turning down the driveway. I lifted my head pausing when I saw Sydney staring back at me. We both froze looking at each other.

She stared at me like she's seen a ghost. I just stared at her before shifting on my feet, shoving my hands into the pockets of my sweatshirt.

The last person I really wanted to see right now was her.

"Hey" She breathed looking at me. "What are you doing here Sydney?" I asked quietly looking down at my feet. She cleared her throat as she looked down, grabbing her arms pulling them around her.

"I just--" She mumbled shaking her head. I looked up at her. She paused looking at me. Her eyes glanced over my outfit.

I realized in this moment just how different we actually were. Me standing here in one of Chris's sweatshirts that was old and way too big for me, hiding my shorts underneath and a pair of old tennis shoes. Her standing there, her makeup perfect, her hair curled and a skirt and a strategically planned shirt that complemented her figure.

I wondered in this moment if we were ever meant to be friends, or if we were just told to be. Because I used to look at her as a reflection of myself. We always had the same thoughts, same opinions, we looked like thing one and thing two standing next to each other.

But standing here looking at her, we couldn't have looked more different. I felt like I was looking at a complete stranger, or worse, a version of myself that I wanted to burn alive.

She swallowed.

"I was just coming to see if you were home" She said glancing up at my house. I stared back at her. I shurgged. "I'm home" I stated looking at her. She nodded looking back down at her feet.

"Look, I just wanted to come here and talk to you" She said nodding. I stepped towards her and sighed. "I've got an appointment to get to Sydney" I mumbled as I looked up at her. Her mouth parted as she looked at me, her eyes slightly glossy.

"Y/n" She breathed. I blinked at her.

"I didn't know he treated you like that" She said almost inaudible. I swallowed feeling my eyes water as I turned and looked away from her, not wanting to show weakness. I licked my lips and nodded.

"Well, now you do" I breathed looking at her. She shook her head as tears filled her eyes. "I've been a horrible friend to you Y/n" She whispered shaking her head as a sob escaped her throat.

I hadn't seen her cry many times before. Once when we were riding out bikes when we were eight, she fell off and scraped her knee. The next time was when we were fifteen and watched The Notebook for the first time.

and now, when were eighteen her looking at me while she cried over how bad of a person she thought she was. I just looked at her.

"I judged you, I was angry with you---I didn't understand why you were doing what you were doing---" She shook her head at herself. I just watched her. "I thought to myself...." She whispered.

"Why would she throw away everything she had for some boy? A boy that didn't have a dime to his name, his family name meaning nothing" She breathed. I blinked at her, swallowing.

She wiped her face and shook her head.

"And I sat in my bed and looked up at my ceiling and then I realized-" She sighed shaking her head. "That I was judging someone based off how much money they had" She said her lip starting to quiver. She took in a breath, rubbing her hand over her face.

"Y/n, I've never felt worse about myself" She whispered looking down at me. I swallowed and looked down at my feet. "Y/n, I don't think I'm a good person" She whispered. I looked up at her as her eyes closed shaking her head.

"Syd" I whispered as my arms came around her neck, pulling her into me. She cried against my shoulder. "I'm so sorry that I didn't realize what you were going through. I'm sorry I'm narrowed minded and I let who we are get in the way of how I think I-I-" She choked. I pulled her in tighter against me as she cried.

"Y/n, I wanna be like you" She pulled away from me. I looked at her. "You're so brave, you're kind" She sighed. I smiled and shook my head.

"Y/n, I'm so sorry" She breathed shaking her head. I sighed as I hugged her again, she just cried against me. I'd never seen her cry to this extent before. "Sydney it's okay" I whispered. She pulled back wiping her face.

"I know you" I whispered. She just looked at me. "You're the girl I played barbie's with, the sleepover's we've had--" I shook my head. She laughed as she wiped her eyes. "Sydney you're my best friend" I whispered. She sighed and looked down.

"I'm not going to hate you over you trying to figure out who you want to be" I whispered. She glanced up at me. "I know how easy it is to get wrapped into this life" I said holding up my arms looking around my large driveway. She swallowed and nodded.

"Sydney you don't have to be the person everybody wants you to be" I said shaking my head. She wiped her nose and nodded. I just looked at her. She turned looking down the driveway.

"Do you wanna.....hang out for a bit?" She mumbled looking at me. I smiled and looked down. "I wasn't lying. I actually do have an appointment, I wasn't just going to see Chris" I breathed. She licked her lips.

"For what?" She asked softly. I smiled looking at her. "A tattoo actually" I smiled. Her lips curved into a smile. "Really?" She breathed. I nodded letting out a laugh. She sighed letting out a breath.

"Can I come?" She asked softly. I smiled and nodded. "I'd like that alot" I whispered. She smiled down at me and nodded, before glancing to her feet.

"Do you...Do you have clothes I can borrow? These heels are killing me" She said shaking her head. I chuckled and nodded. "Of course, come on" I smiled grabbing her arm and pulling her with me, back towards my house.

-

"Y/n" Chris smiled looking down at me. I looked up at him smiling softly. "You're late again" He chuckled. I smiled and leaned up kissing his cheek. "For good reason" I smiled leaning back. He blushed slightly and closed his eyes, pulling his door all the way open.

I smiled as I skipped into his house. I turned back at him. "Nate here?" I asked. He shook his head as he closed the door, sliding his hands into his pockets.

"He's at the rec center playing hockey with some people" Chris said walking up to me slowly. I hummed as he hovered above me. He smiled leaning down before capturing his lips agaisnt mine, in a slow kiss. I smiled against him before pulling back.

"Sorry, I'm way to excited to show you what I got" I said moving past him and grabbing his hand pulling him down the hallway towards his room. He chuckled as let me pull him in his room.

He sighed as he closed the door behind us. I smiled up at him, he just shook his head. "Alright what'd you do?" He asked smiling. I turned my head as I looked away.

I grabbing his hand intertwining it with mine, pulling him close to me. "You're the second person ever to see this" I whispered. He raised his eyebrows and looked down at me. "The second?" He questioned. I sighed stepping back.

"Well Sydney was there when I got it, so she saw it before I did" I explained. He shook his head. "What are you talking about?" He said shaking his head. I stepped back before reaching for the bottom of the sweatshirt I was wearing before pulling it off my head.

I felt the cold air come over me as I dropped the sweatshirt to the ground. I looked up at Chris who raised his eyebrows, his eyes scaling down my body. "No, I've definitely seen this before" He smiled nodding his eyes glacing over my figure.

I rolled my eyes and shook my head. I grabbed his arm, pulling him back closer to me. "Don't be a dick" I chuckled. He shook his head smiling. "No, I love it like it's the first time every time" He smiled his hands grabbing my hips pressing me to him, smiling down at me.

I chuckled.

"So..." He whispered his finger trailing up my side. "Do you have something to show me or am I just getting lucky right now?" He chuckled. I smiled before pulling my hair in front of me and pulling from his grip and turning around, dropping one of my bra straps.

I blinked at the wall I was looking at, combing my fingers through my hair as I didn't hear him talk. "It's the stars you know? The one’s I love to watch" I explained. His hands came over my shoudler, as I felt his cold fingers against the sensitive skin.

I swallowed.

"Do you---Do you like it?" I asked from his silence. "You got a tattoo" He breathed. I turned slightly to look at him. "Yeah" I breathed. His lips curved into a smile. "It's beautiful" He shook his head. I smiled looking at him. "You're....." He shook his head looking down at me.

"Beautiful" He said softly. I smiled and leaned up pressing my lips to his. He pulled back, pressing his hands to my face. "Something bigger" He whispered. I smiled and nodded. "Something bigger than myself, than my problems, than my life" I whispered.

I'd gotten tiny stars with 'Something bigger' written between them. I loved it, I was just hoping Chris would love it as much as I did. He smiled staring down at me.

There was something crossing his mind. I could see it. I just couldn't read it. My hands came over his face. "Do you like it?" I whispered.

"I love..." he shook his head. "It" He nodded looking at me. I smiled. "Me too" I whispered before pressing his lips to mine. He smiled against the kiss as his hands came under me, effortlessly wrapping my legs around his torso.

My hands came up to his hair, pulling on the strands as he kissed me. He turned and sat down on his bed, my legs now moving to straddle him as we kissed.

"I'm so obsessed with you" He whispered. I smiled against his lips. I'm so in love with you. My mind raced as I kissed him. I pushed our bodies closer as we kissed, causing my hips to shift against his. He breathed in through the kiss, grabbing my waist stilling my movements.

I moved kissing the side of his face down to his neck. My lips kissing him under his ear. His grip tightened agaisnt me as he breathed in. He leaned his head back. "Fuck" He whispered as I bit down smiling.

I shifted against his hip again. "Y/n" He mumbled. I lifted my head and looked down at him. He stared up at me, his eyes droopy as he looked at me. I pushed my hands through his hair. "Hm?" I whispered kissing the side of his face. He sighed.

"I like pleasuring you" He whispered. I turned to look at him. "Why can't I pleasure you?" I whispered. He blinked down at me. "Scared of being dominated bad boy?" I chuckled against his ear, he took a breath in, leaning his head back. I looked down at him, smiling.

"You don't have to do anything you don't want to" He whispered. I shook my head and smiled. "I really want to" I whispered. He just looked at me. I glanced down between us before looking up at him and wrapping my arms around his neck. His hands stayed on my waist before shifting down to my hips.

I pulled him against me before shifting my hips against him slowly. He whined and his head fell against my shoulder. I smiled before doing it again. I felt him grow underneath me. I moved again before I felt him pull my hips matching my movements, pulling me with him.

I sighed into his neck, as he let out a hard breath.

I did it harder, his grip tightened on my hips. "Y/n" He breathed against me. I sighed from the pressure. I did it again and whined. He gripped my hips.

“Stop, you’re—“ He breathed. I pushed his shoulders down against the bed as he looked up at me, his breath heavy. I pushed his shirt up slightly, running my hands over his chest. He let out unsteady breaths as he closed his eyes leaning his head back.

My hands moved down to his jeans before unbuttoning them slowly. He swallowed shifting his hips as I unzipped his jeans slowly. My eyes scaled over his black boxers hugging him tightly.

God he was hot without even trying.

“Don’t do anything you’re not comfortable with” He breathed from above me. I glanced up at him as his chest rose and fell. I pressed my lips right above his boxers.

“Fuck” he stated as if he was trying to say something else. I smiled and shook my head. “I’m gonna bust before you even touch me” He sighed. I chuckled and shook my head as I pulled his jeans down.

He lifted his hips allowing me to pull them down. My eyes scalled the outline of him shown through his black boxers. My hand went over him before my mind could catch up, running my hand down his length.

He pushed his hips up against my hand for more pressure. “Sorry” He mumbled quickly. I smiled as my thumb brushed over his tip through his boxers, a wet spot already present.

I felt him twitch under my touch. His eyes screwed shut above me. My hand moved to the band of his fingers running my fingers down it slightly, very slowly.

“Please don’t tease me, I won’t last” He whispered. I smiled and shook my head. “But I like you like this” I whispered. He whined and moved slightly.

“Please” He whispered. I smiled as I peered up at him with a smirk, placing my hand over his length again, pushing down.

“Fuck, this is so embarrassing” He hissed, placing one of his hands against his face. I sighed smiling before hooking my fingers under his waistband and pulling them down his thighs.

I froze.

Jesus.

His eyes were trained on the ceiling as his breath rose and fell. I swallowed before scooting on his lap and hovering over him looking down at his face. His eyes shifted to mine.

“Hey” I smiled, my hand resting at his lower stomach. “Yeah?” He breathed looking at me. I smiled as my hand trailed down his body. He took in a breath as he looked up again.

“Why didn’t you tell me your dick was huge?”

His eyes snapped down to me. “It’s not—it’s not something I just go around parading” He breathed looking at me. I pursed my lips as my hand wrapped around him. He took in a breath.

“It should be” I smiled as I pumped up and then traced my thumb over his tip. He bucked up into my hands. “Y/n” He whined under me. I smiled. “Uh huh?” I whispered as I peppered kisses on his jaw.

I pushed him back down slowly and he moaned. I smiled. My new favorite noise. I did it again pumping him up and down. His breath was audible as he constricted himself from pushing up against me meeting my movements.

“Go-go faster” He mumbled squeezing his eyes shut. I smiled ignoring him as I kept my pace. “You’re so pretty Chris” I whispered looking down at him, obviously in distress.

He whined and pushed up against my hand. “I’m begging please, go faster” He whispered his eyes shut. I smiled and narrowed my eyes. “What you don’t like this pace?” I whispered as I moved over him.

He whined and turned his head. “Please” He said softly. I sighed before I moved over him faster, his eyes shot open and he looked at me as I moved against him.

“Fuck, Y/n—not that f-fast” He jolted forward. “Thought you wanted it faster?” I tilted my head. His mouth parted as he stared at me trying to control himself.

“You don’t like it?” I pressed my lips against his ear. “Wanna—last—fuck” He grunted against my movements. I continued my movements every now and then circling my thumb around his tip.

“Y/n”

“Y/n fuck—“

His body was a mess under me as sweat beaded at his forehead and his stomach clenched. He tilted his head up his mouth opening before moaning. I just watched him.

Holy shit.

“F-Fuck”

I felt his dick twitch in my hand before his body stilled and he moaned. I smiled as I watched him come undone. I didn’t want it to be over.

My hand motions didn’t stop. “Shit y/n—stop—stop” He breathed leaning up, his hand came over mine. I stopped as he attempted to catch his breath.

He laid back against the bed again once my hand was away from him. I looked down at my hand before looking up at him.

“Were you trying to kill me?” He said through his breaths. I smiled and shook my head pressing my lips against his cheek. “I just didn’t want it to be over” I mumbled as I laid against him.

He chuckled under me. “My one minute and thirty seconds not enough?” He chuckled under me. I smiled and buried my face into his neck as pulled his boxers back up.

“That was actually really embarrassing I don’t know why I finished that fast” He sighed. I smiled up at him and pressed my lips to side of his face. “I thought it was hot” I smiled. He sighed.

“I have to wash my hands” I mumbled. He chuckled and released his arms from me. “Okay” He smiled up at me. I pushed off of him before walking over into his bathroom and running my hand over the water.

I walked back into his room, seeing him standing over his drawers pulling a shirt inside out as he stood there in his boxers.

I stared at him my eyes trailing his body. He glanced over at me and smirked. “You alright?” He smiled. I crossed my arms over my chest, tearing my eyes away from his boxers that were tight around his ass.

“Yeah” I nodded looking in his eyes. He shook his head pulling the shirt over his head before pulling on some sweatpants. I bent down and grabbed my shirt pulling it back over my head.

He walked over to me and pulled me against his chest, resting his chin on the top of my head.

“I love your tattoo y/n” He mumbled. I smiled as I wrapped my arms around him. “Thank you” I whispered. He sighed before pulling me back and grabbing my arm, walking over to his bed then laying down and pulling me on top of him.

I leaned my head against his shoulder as his arms lazily wrapped around my waist.

“Where does Max think you are when you’re over here?”

I blinked at his chest. “He hasn’t spoken to me since the party” I whispered. Chris was silent above me as we laid there for a second. I closed my eyes because I knew what was coming.

“You know..” he whispered.

“I know Chris” I mumbled. He sighed and stayed silent. The two weeks was up tomorrow. He shifted under me.

“I just really fucking like you y/n” He whispered. I closed my eyes and sighed. “I like you so much more” I whispered back. He swallowed.

“Don’t leave me in the dark please, I don’t wanna feel like an idiot. Tell me you’re gonna do it soon” He whispered. I looked up at him as he stared down at me with hurt in his eyes.

“I promised you Chris, I don’t break my promises” I whispered. He nodded and sighed as he pulled me against him.

I really fucking love you, my heart screamed.

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Dirty Work 20

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as bullying, familial discord/abuse, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You start a new gig and find one of your clients to be hard to please.

Characters: Loki

Note: weekends aren't for rest, they're for being sick and anxious so Monday will be a treat.

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As you enter, you try your best not to make too much noise. You set the bags down lightly and ease the inner door shut. You can hear your dad and the soft sound of puzzle pieces meeting the table.

“Ya know, thirty years almost, but I can see her just like yesterday,” he says.

Your heart clutches. You never heard him talk about your mom. When you were a kid and didn’t know better, he just ignored all your questions about her. When you got older, you stopped asking. You figured it’s easier for both of you to pretend she never was.

“I’m sorry, hon,” Leslie comforts, “you know, in my line of work, I’ve seen it over and over. It’s a wound you can’t heal.”

“Oh yeah,” he grits, “yeah, I’d say…”

You swallow and lean back on your foot, crinkling the bags behind you. You cringe as you hear sudden movement. You turn and work to slip off the white loafers. You pretend like you weren’t listening as Leslie’s shadow looms from the archway.

“You’re home,” she proclaims, “we didn’t think you’d be so early.”

“Me either,” you say as you face her. 

Her lashes flick and her mouth opens, “oh my, you look so good! Weren’t you working today?”

“Uh, did some work,” you lie, “I got a few hours off so I… did some running around.”

“Oh, gosh, come on, you have to show your dad,” she takes you by the wrist and tugs you around, “Charles, look at your girl.”

She presents you with her hands on your shoulders. You can’t even look at your dad as the couch creaks and he grunts at your appearance. He snorts and pushes another piece into the puzzle.

“What am I looking at?” He sneers.

“Charles, don’t be like that. Look at her hair, and this dress,” she touches your hips, “must be a nice job, huh?”

“It’s alright,” you shimmy out of her grasp, “I just… needed something more presentable–”

“Something shorter,” your father scoffs, “so when she’s bending to tidy the floors you can see right up.”

“Charles, that’s gross,” Leslie reprimands.

“Truth can be like that,” he snickers, “think some man’s buying her fancy clothes so she can sweep? We both know how she pays for you.”

“No… it’s not…” you shrug and give up, “I’m gonna put my stuff away and start dinner. If you want, you can head off early too.”

“Oh, I don’t mind sticking around,” Leslie says as she once more sits beside your dad, “let me know if you need any help with dinner. Don’t wanna get anything on that nice little dress.”

You nod and hesitate. You can’t tell what she means by that. For as much as she can call out your father, she often speaks with an edge of her own. Just like the cigarettes, she must assume his insults are your fault.

You leave the room and grab the bags. You carry them up the stairs to your room. You shut the door and sit on the end of the bed. You bend and cradle your head, trying to set it straight after the dizzying day.

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The bus provides a momentary break from your hostile world. There is no safe place for you. Home is barely that and work is… confusing. Your only escape is to focus on your tasks and get through them. Get through Mr. Laufeyson’s list then come home and the chores left untouched. 

Your look at the time on your phone and black the screen. You get a glimpse of your reflection off the glass as you do. You didn't do too bad with the makeup. It looks okay. You tried not to use too much as you recalled Eliana's instructions.

You shake off your doubts and airy feeling around your legs. You're not use to the skirt or the pretty fabrics. You feel overdressed and out-of-place, but the latter is so new to you.

Through the gate and along the edge of the drive, you hear your name flutter in the air. You stop short as you see Frigga strolling along the hedges, caressing the petals of a rose. She draws away and strides towards you, an ivory skirt paired with a golden brown blouse and nude heels.

“You do start early, don’t you?” She approaches and takes your hand, “come, let’s have tea.”

“Oh, uh, I…” you let her tug you along the walkway towards the front door, “the carpenter is coming today–”

“Ah yes, Loki mentioned you were working on restoring the gazebo. That’s lovely. We used to have tea there, me and… his wife. She was a laugh.”

“Mm,” you hum. Whoever this woman was, she must’ve been very special. You imagine a beautiful woman with silky hair and long legs like Frigga. She must’ve fit right in.

“I suppose if it was meant to be, it would be. I only hope my son can find happiness again,” she squeezes your hand before she lets you go. 

She opens the door and waves you in ahead of her. You slip out of your flats much easier than your usual lace-up sneakers. She steps out of her heels and sighs.

“That’s his problem, you know? He’s lonely but too proud to admit it,” she sidles around you and leads you down to the kitchen. You follow and watch as she goes to the counter and pours from the waiting teapot. “Though I haven’t seen him today. I suppose he’s sleeping in, it is the weekend.”

You tilt your head but don’t comment. For as long as you’ve worked for him, not very long at all, he’s never slept past your arrival. Well, not so far as you know.

“I do love this skirt,” she comes back around the counter and touches the tweed, “wonderful pairing,” she touches the blouse with the petal shaped cutouts around the high-collar, “you’re learning.”

“Um, yeah, all the clothes are so pretty,” you say.

“Please, have your tea. I’m sure you have time before the carpenter,” she urges.

“Right, er, I’ll just take my bag upstairs first,” you say, “out of the way.”

“Sure,” she accepts with a kind smile, “how about I take this out to the patio, we can enjoy the sun?”

“Alright,” you agree and hike up your bag, “thank you.”

You quickly flit off and head upstairs. You weren’t expecting her to be there. You just hadn’t thought of it. You only dreaded facing your unbendable boss and his persistent stare.

You go into the library and tuck your bag under the writing desk. You double check the schedule in your phone; Ronan, 10. You have an hour before he arrives.

Your mind is already on the gazebo as you scurry back into the hall. As you shut the door gently, you hear a groan. You peer down towards the unusual noise and blink at the slightly ajar door. The main bedroom. Mr. Laufeyson’s. It rises again before a drawn out exhale, his timbre rumbling low.

You quickly set back to your path and flee downstairs. Maybe he’s talking in his sleep, or more likely, stretching out a few kinks. Your curiosity quickly dissipates as you pass through the dining room and out into the patio.

Frigga sits with large pointed sunglasses over her eyes. She tilts her face up to the sunlight as you sit before the other cup of tea. You pull it close and look out at the yard. A streak of green catches your gaze.

You watch the hummingbird hover over fuchsia petals. You stare dreamily, lulled by the peace of the moment as Frigga merely sips and basks. This isn’t so bad. The bird zips between flowers before disappearing behind a tree. In his stead, the skittish chipmunk scrambles along the railing of the patio. You smile at his fluffy tail.

“I’ll be off tomorrow,” Frigga states, “my husband will be expecting me. Oh, but I’ll miss you, darling.”

“Is it very far?” You wonder.

“Four or five hours,” she answers, “not very far but enough. It’s so lovely up where we are. I wish you could see. Perhaps one day. When things are better.”

Before you can answer, there’s a subtle click behind you.

“Morning,” Mr. Laufeyson’s voice is unleashed onto the scene as the patio door swings inward, “mother,” he pauses before he enunciates your name, “beautiful day out.”

Your shoulders stiffen and nearly touch your ears as you sit straight. He pulls out the chair at your other elbow and sets down another teacup with a clink. He sits and smooths back his dark hair, tucking the spiralled ends behind his ears.

“Late morning,” his mother remarks, “any tea left?”

“Some, shall I–”

He puts his hands flat, moving to stand but she shoos him as she’s quicker to rise, “I’ll get it myself. And you darling,” she dips her chin in your direction, “more?”

“Oh, no thanks, I’m still… working on mine. Thank you, Frigga,” you say, mindful of each syllable.

She leaves and the door clicks shut behind her. You stare at the brim of your cup, turning it slowly between your hands as Laufeyson raises his own to his lips. He drinks carefully before putting it down again.

He’s quiet. He shifts and plants an elbow on the table. He turns his attention to the yard and watches. You dare to look up as well, the chipmunk poking his head out from the bush where he hides. He ran away at Mr. Laufeyson’s arrival.

“Cute little fellow,” he remarks as he faces you again. You quickly lower your eyes.

“Uh, yeah…”

“Mmm,” he drones and taps his fingers on the porcelain teacup, “you… that’s a nice shirt.”

“Thanks,” you lift your cup and drain most of it, gulping painfully as you put it back down, “I should go start. Ronan will be here shortly–”

“The carpenter?”

“Yes, Mr. Laufeyson, I have him penned in–” You explain.

“And? He is a carpenter, he knows what he’s doing. I doubt he needs you watching over his shoulder.”

“I know, uh, but I should be there to let him in,” you slide your cup off the table.

“You’re not even done your tea.”

“I’ll finish on my way in–”

“You’re avoiding me,” he accused and you wince.

“What?”

“You’re running away? Why?” He challenges.

“I’m not, I– I have work to do.”

“Work I give you. I’m your boss, you may sit and finish. I’ll permit it.”

You falter and set the cup on the table. You lower yourself back to the seat and fold your hands. You look at your lap and push your shoulders back. He is back to his haughty demands, you find that part of him easier to handle.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Laufeyson, I wasn't running away.”

He scoffs thinly and his nostrils flare as he stares off at the hedges that edge the patio, “I wonder why you can be so quick to flee me when you sat and let my brother feel you up.”

“Huh?” You blanch, stuck by the accusation. “Mr. Laufeyson, I–”

“I know him well and I’m not as blind as my mother. I saw it. You didn’t say a word. You just let him do it,” he clucks, “why?”

Your eyes round and you bat your lashes. You nearly choke, the acidic flavour of the tea drying on your tongue. Was it that bad? You tried not to think about it, to let it affect you, even as the memories flashed in your head, you just tried not to feel anything about it.

“I didn’t… well… he’s your brother, Mr. Laufeyson, I didn’t want to assume… to offend–” you stammer.

“So you let him do what he wants?” He snarlss as he turns his sights on you, a brow arch tritely. “You do not work for him, you work for me.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know what to do,” you sputter, confused by his anger. “I tried to…”

Your voice trails off. No, you didn’t try. You were too afraid too. He’s right, you let Thor keep touching you and you didn’t say anything, you didn’t move, you just froze up.

“It makes me wonder,” he cups his chin, leaning on his elbow, “how far would you let him get, hm?”

“Mr. Laufeyson,” you whimper, “I’m sorry–”

“Did you like how he touched you?”

“N-no, Mr. Laufeyson, no, of course not,” you plead.

“You do not want him to touch you?” He prompts.

“No, I… didn’t know how to say—”

“Shhh,” he hushes you, lifting his chin from his hand and pressing his finger to his lips. He pulls his hand away to point at you, “I’ve a better question…” He reaches towards you and you flinch. You quiver as he traces the cutout along the top of your blouse, “how far would you let me go?”

You squirm as he hooks his finger inside the teardrop window in the fabric. His fingertip brushes you as he gives a slight tug, looming closer as he draws you towards him. He smirks as you stare dumbfounded. What is he doing?

“My brother will not touch you again,” his voice is low and rocky, “I will make sure of it.” He tickles you slightly and rescinds his hand, “and you will make sure to remember who you belong to.”

He sits back and hooks his fingers in the handle of the porcelain mug. As if on cue, the french doors open behind you and Frigga trills as she emerges, “oh, just enough tea,” she announces, “I added a dash of honey this time.”

She places the cup by her empty chair but does not sit. She twirls and paces around the patio, going to the flower boxes along the rail. She leans in to examine them.

“Perhaps the carpenter could have a look here, it’s crooked,” she declares. “And I dare say the guest room has a loose floorboard right near the bed.”

“Mm, perhaps, mother,” Laufeyson drawls as he once more raises his cup, his eyes stuck on you, “my house manager will be sure to ask, won’t she?”

“Yes, Mr. Laufeyson,” you wisp out through your constricted throat, barely registering his command. 

You can only hear his previous words echoing, over and over; remember who you belong to. Belong to… No, you only work for him.

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It should have scared you that your boyfriend was a killer.

The whole town was terrified when the first victim was found. People became more paranoid and frightened with each victim after. Every single sane person in Hawkins, Indiana were having the normal, expected reaction to a serial killer being loose in their home and possibly being someone they know very well. 

And in the beginning, you were just like them. 

You felt on edge. You were scared to turn every corner when you didn’t know who could be on the other side. You were just as scared and frightened and confused as the rest of the Hawkins citizens. 

And then, one fateful night, the killer revealed himself to you. 

It should have fucking terrified you that your boyfriend was the ‘ghostface’ killer running through town, murdering and slashing and killing. It should have fucking disgusted you that the boy you loved—the sunshine, happy boy-next-door that was adored by everyone—was capable of such heinous and horrible crimes. It should have made you sick to the stomach to know the same hands that caressed you were the same hands capable of brutal and merciless murder. 

It should have. If you were normal, it would have. 

But maybe you were just as fucked up as Steve Harrington.

Maybe you were just as fucked up because despite knowing the truth, despite knowing what he was capable of and what he was continuing to do, you still wanted him. You fucking wanted him and you weren’t even sure why. You were still letting him go out into the world and taking more lives, and you were letting him come crawling through your bedroom window after all was said and done. 

Just like tonight, when Steve had pulled himself through your window, acting far more agitated and annoyed than he usually was. 

You barely got a chance to say anything before he was pulling his bloody clothes off (the ones he usually hid from you, or left in his car after he changed) and threw them onto your bedroom floor. He pushed you back on the bed, crawling over your body and not even letting you pull your nightgown off before he was sliding the dress up your hips and exposing your needy cunt to him. 

“I do it to protect you, honey,” he groaned, his face nuzzled into the crook of your neck as his hips thrusted. “The world is a dangerous place, not good for a good girl like you.”

“Steve,” you breathed out, your legs wrapped around his waist and your nails digging into his shoulders, but he didn’t care. He didn’t care as he continued to pound into you, his cock hitting that spot over and over and over. 

“M’doin’ this for you,” he gritted out through clenched teeth, his heavy breathing fanning across the sensitive skin of your neck and you couldn’t help but mewl as his lips traced along your pulse point. “Need the world to be perfect for my girl. They don’t fucking deserve you, honey. They don’t fucking deserve to even look at you, let alone breath.”

“Oh shit,” you cried out, pushing your head back further into the pillow as your lips parted with a silent scream.

“Youyouyouyouyou,” he continued to chant as he fucked you, as his hips left bruises on your hips from his tight grip as his teeth marked up the skin on your throat. He was doing all of this for you, he was doing it so the world he envisioned with a future for you two in it was absolutely fucking perfect. 

Everything he did would always be for you.

“Gonna keep you here,” Steve said between short and heavy pants, each word emphasised with a thrust of his hips. “All fucked out and pretty, just f’me. Whatcha think, honey? You wanna stay here and be my perfect, lil’ angel?”

You nodded dumbly, not a single coherent thought in your head able to string a sentence together. 

“Mine forever,” he growled as he lifted his head, his lips just brushing against yours as he completely bottomed out inside you, staying there for a short comment. “Yeah? All mine, honey. M’gonna show the world you’re all mine.”

One hand rested beside your head to keep himself hovering above you, but the other started to trace down your body until the warmth of his palm stopped on your stomach. 

“Gonna knock you up, honey,” Steve murmured, letting out a soft groan when he felt your walls clenching around him. “Yeah? You like that? You like the idea that I knock you up? Fill you up? Keep you as mine forever? Bet you’d look so pretty carrying my children, honey. So fucking perfect.”

“Please,” you rasped out, not even caring about anything other than your boyfriend filling you up.

“Shhh, don’t cry,” he cooed, a little mocking as he began to move again, as he held your face in his hand as he fucked you. “I’ve got you, honey. M’not going anywhere. Gonna stay right here and fuck you all night until that pretty pussy of yours is mine, you hear me?” 

You nodded again. 

“Good girl,” Steve murmured with a grin on his face. “Now hold your legs to your chest, honey. Gonna fuck you and make sure you keep every single drop inside you or m’gonna have to plug you up.”

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