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Hard Carry CL16 - 01. It's 2018, Baby!

Pairings: Charles Leclerc x driver!reader

Summary: It's the big year of 2018 and y/n is looking forward to win her fourth championship title. A pretty boy with green eyes won't distract her damnit!

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2012

When Formula One fans talked about paid driver, they said that the position can go either two ways.

The first one, is being proven unworthy for the seat. With the highly competitive nature that the sport serves, it will only took one race, one qualifying, only one bad day, to show the world that you don't have enough experience or talent to deserve a seat in Formula One. That the reason why you're one of the top drivers in the pinnacle of motorsport is because daddy's got money.

Unfortunately - to the fans, or even to the said paid driver themselves - this scenario is often the case.

It is such a bad branding for rookie to have. To be branded as a spoiled and talentless kid that doesn't know how to do anything without the help of their famously wealthy parents. For someone that ha just entered the sport, for someone that is still searching for fans and sponsors, this kind of branding can be the death of their career.

Yet, why is there so many paid driver when the risk is evident?

The second scenario, is the most unlikely one. Though, it is still possible.

There is a probability that a paid driver can enter the sport, and show the world that they're as talented as y/n l/n, just like what she did back in 2012 when she famously entered Formula One because her dad bought the Porsche Formula One team.

It was such a controversy back then, for such a young driver - a female driver, something that the sport had never seen in decades - to easily enter the pinnacle of motorsport with the large monetary support from her dad. Back then, when it was not revealed yet that her dad had bought the team, many had anticipated her debut. When the news came out, many had muttered things like-

"Maybe she's just that talented?"

"She did won a lot of trophies in the lower category."

"Who cares? It's a sign that Formula One is finally evolving!"

"Bet she got a lot of skills."

And well, y/n does have skills. People had actually anticipated her arrival at first, saying that it’s time for Formula One to change and she will be the one to start the change.

Though back in 2012, that was not the reason why she managed to get into Formula One. Her dad, a famous billionaire from France, had bought the Porsche Formula One team and gave one of the seat for his daughter.

Cue, the many controversy.

Now, when she looked back, y/n really have to admit that the online and offline attack that she had received back then was simply atrocious. News outlets and magazines would print photos of her without her knowing, calling her a spoiled princess who is throwing tantrum and making Formula One a joke to the eyes of everyone.

Sport critics would make a whole segment with previous or current Formula One stars to talked about her. Many calling her undeserving, talentless, and many many sexist slurs that she doesn't even want to remember anymore.

While, okay, being a paid driver, it’s obvious that controversy will always follow. Thought, back then, she had thought, if she was a man, would the controversy became this big?

Paid drivers, after all, is known secret to everyone who watches the sport. Formula One is an expensive sport to start with, so it's no wonder that many people from a privileged background would start using Formula One as a chance for them to have a career outside of their wealthy family.

And don't get her started with drivers who has connections with retired Formula one Drivers!

At least half of the grid is the son or a friend or a family friend of a retired driver. If you want to talk about the sport with the most nepotism, y/n thinks that Formula One is up there.

Though, her controversy got blown up this big just because she has one thing that separates her from the rest.

She's a girl.

A girl who has no space in the world of motorsport.

Someone who doesn’t have balls hanging between her legs and somehow, it made people think that she’s less than them.

Honestly? Fuck them.

She knows the world of Motorsport. She knows, if her dad didn’t bought the team, there is no way her dream to become a Formula One driver will come true. No matter how much they preach about equality, women in sport, or even feminism, there is no way any of these teams will even look at her.

How can she get into the sport when no one will give her a chance? When everyone in this goddamn sport will always think that the world of Motorsport is only for men and she has no place Ini it? It’s only fair for her to use her advantage so that she somehow can have an equal ground with everyone else here.

During the start of the 2012 season, y/n is already in a bad mood from the start.

She fucked her qualifying. So fucking badly. She honestly thinks it's because of the added pressure from the press as well as the pre-race jitters that she had, almost throwing up in the garage due to how fucking nervous she is. All of those added, and yes, the result is a really bad qualifying.

P10 honestly is a really bad position when you have a car like Porsche. After all, her other teammate, Antonio Bacque, managed to snag P3 during the qualifying.

It's an embarrassing result and she really hates it. It doesn't take a genius to figure out that y/n was going to be eaten by the media with that kind of result.

Her first interview ever since the announcement of her position was with some famous sport channel. Y/n knows them, considering the've been blasting a lot of her controversies and 'questionable' behaviors for their viewer to watch.

So she should've expected the question that they had prepared just for her.

"What do you think about your path towards Formula One?" asked the woman, blonde hair and seems to be older than her for a couple of years. "Do you think that you still deserve the seat without the help of your father?"

She had froze, eyes flicking towards he PR manager who also got her eyes widened. It seems, the interviewer had asked her a question that was not previously approved by her team. Illegal? She doesn't know. Nor she cares.

After all, she's really fucking exhausted at this point.

There are too many glances and cameras towards her way. Too many layered questions and fake empathy from those around her. Too many, judgmental look from those who doesn't even know her personally.

Y/n is tired.

"Yes," she said, staring straight back at the camera. "Yes I deserve it."

"How so?" pressed the reporter once again. Fully knowing that she's a paid driver. Fully knowing that she had just fucked her qualifying up. Fully knowing, that she haven't shown the world her skills.

Yet.

The female stared at the camera, she's aware that her next answer will be the headline of every major sports channels the next day. That this answer can be the one to make or break her career. A brand, that will stuck to her until her retirement.

Should she play the part of a spoiled child? Or should she play the part of a hothead driver with a too big ambition? She could play with the male fantasy and become a docile and demure little girl with too much naiveté in this cruel cruel world of motorsport. To become the doll for this sport to play with without care in this world.

But she's better than that.

She's y/n l/n and knows she's worth more than those fake personas and branding. She knows that she deserves her seat and she will be damned if she didn't prove it to the world.

"Like this,"

And, she gave them the middle finger.

In the end, all of those criticism changed during the Australian Grand Prix.

It's stuffy and unbearably hot inside the car. Her race suit didn't help much. If she's in any other situation, she would've complained to everyone that's willing to listen.

Though, at this moment, she found herself to not care.

Bright eyes stared at the car in front of her. She could see the familiar Mclaren in front of her, passing the checkered flag. She could see the Mclaren team cheering by the fence near him. Y/n could only see Mclaren in front of her.

Only one car out of 22.

"P2, y/n," breathed out her race engineer on the radio as she passed the checkered flag. There's a hint of disbelief and wonder on his tone. "Fucking P2."

She screams, no doubt flooding the team radio with her rather inhumane scream as she let go her steering wheel and hold the top of her helmet. It's a bit unbelievable, a bit hard to belief, and of course, so so fucking wonderful.

"YES!" screamed the woman. "YES YES YES! OH MY GOD!"

Y/n could hear the announcer announcing the result of the race, voice excited at what just happened. After all, today on the 18th of March 2012, a Formula One history was just made. This day would be written as one of the most memorable moments in the history of Formula One.

As she hopped out of her car, her team is already out there, ready to celebrate with her.

Some would have criticized that action as excessive, considering that she didn't won the race. Though, this race was the debut race for Porsche. This is the race where the team can show the world that they're not here to play. They're here to win.

It could be said, that both the team and y/n's goal are aligned.

The girl wants to show the world of motorsport her worth. Want to show everyone, that she deserved her seat in this sport. Want to show, in this men dominated sport, a girl like her too, can thrive.

Her team too, wants to show the world of motorsport their worth. To show everyone that Porsche Royale Formula One team is here to stay and to make history.

Maybe that's why they worked so well. Maybe, that's why both Porsche and y/n became unbelievably loyal to each other. That the team, had became her second home and y/n had become someone that the team can trust fully.

If she looked back towards that day, she can confidently say that it was one of the happiest day in her life. It was her first race in Formula One, it was the start of her historical journey in this sport, and of course, it was the day that she managed to shut every criticism that was directed at her way.

It was satisfying.

2018

Y/n's presence is almost mythical at the grid.

Which is a bit weird, considering she had been a constant presence in the grid for years at this point. Still, it still didn't diminish the almost divine status that she had achieved amongst the fans of motorsport.

After all, there are drivers that's like that. Drivers that can command a room with their simple presence or someone that had reached so many achievements throughout their career that it sounds almost unbelievable. Drivers, that you had ever only heard of and never seen. Drivers, that had inspired the next generations of motorsport enthusiast to follow this adrenaline filled career path.

Y/n is one of those drivers.

Today is the pre-season testing and y/n is ready to retire from the sport.

"I'm going to retire," said Y/n as she groaned, stretching her back inside of Porsche's hospitality. "Like for real."

Truthfully, the weather today is perfectly warm. Barcelona in February had never been glaringly hot. The sun is shining above them and yet the temperature didn't rise unbelievably high. It should be a good day to do your daily routine and well, for y/n, this should be the perfect weather to do the pre-season testing.

Though, the ache on her joints is saying otherwise.

A hand hit her shoulder playfully. "You're only 23" said her athletic trainer, Luca. "That's like the age where everyone started their career," he said as he slid a strange concoction of healthy smoothie in front of her. "Drink this."

"But I started my career when I was 17," whined the woman as she sniffed the drink. It smells healthy. And weird. She really doesn't like it. "It's almost 6 years, I think it's an appropriate time for retirement, or maybe a promotion. Do you think I'll make a great team principal?"

The mere thought of this woman being Porsche's new team principal sends shiver down Luca's back. "Honestly, don't even joke about that because I seriously think Herman will get a heart attack."

Y/n laughed at that. Just imagining her team principal being shocked to the point of a heart attack just because she's going for a retirement is a bit funny to her.

It's the start of the 2018 season and she could feel excitement ringing through the air.

Somehow, the grid feels different than usual. People seems more excited, a bit wary, and yet, still excited. Y/n likes to think that it was because how exciting the 2017 season was, considering how intense the battle between her and Lewis for the driver championship title. Though, she knows that it was not the reason.

She glanced towards the cameras that littered around her.

In this season, somehow, there will be a documentary crew film documenting their 2018 season. Which is, weird. Formula One teams are notorious with their secrets and fear of corporate espionage after all. Now they're letting a filming crew to document all of the behind the scene of the season?

It's a new concept.

Herman had told her that almost all teams in the grid had allowed the filming crew to lingered around the garage. Well, except Mercedes and Ferrari - which shocked her a bit because she really think that this kind of thing is something that Lewis would do. But oh well.

Hopefully, this kind of coverage can boost the ratings of Formula One and make the sport more known to the general public. It will be great if there's a lot of new fans who will start to watch the sport from the documentary.

"Now that there's a film crew following us around," started y/n with a snicker, leaning back on her seat. "I think it will be more dramatic for me to announce my retirement right now, no?"

Luca sighed, "Y/n-"

"I hope you're not serious about that," said a dry voice behind her.

She doesn't even have to turn around to see who's standing behind her. "Herman!" she greeted, cheerful as always and as if she was not talking about possible retirement just a few seconds ago. "My favorite team principal, how are you?"

"Good," said the German, raising an eyebrow at her. "As long as your retirement plan stays like that. A plan."

The female nudged his shoulder playfully. "You know I love you too much for that."

"Really," muttered the team principal as if he doesn't believe what she's saying. "With how you behave lately, I really doubt that."

That, actually, made her laughed louder. "What do you mean? I've been a perfect worker!" she said, tone full of teasing. "I'll be a more star worker if our car this season is perfect like always." At this, she added a wink towards a team of mechanics that's sitting on the next table, eliciting a round of laugh from them.

"I'm counting on you then," said Herman as he took a seat in front of her. "I'm here to talk about other things."

She blinked. "What other things?"

The pre-season testing had barely started and he's already here to talk some serious stuff towards her? She's allergic to that.

"Someone wants to meet you," continued Herman as he took out his iPad, writing something on it. His thick rimmed glasses glinting. "It's a favor from a friend."

"Oh?" asked y/n. "Like, I don't know if you're aware, I'm a pretty popular girl," she started and Luca actually has the nerve to roll his eyes at her. "Lots of people want to meet me."

"It's a favor from Fred," continue the man, ignoring her comment. "It seems they found a star driver or something, someone that they really cherish. And apparently that rookie is a huge fan of yours"

Y/n blinked at that. Fred Vasseur is the team principal for Sauber Formula One team, one of the teams in the grid right no. They never really interacted much with Sauber, though she do knows that Herman and Fred are friends. Golf buddy or something. While the Sauber team itself is not one of the top team that will compete for the championship, it's famous for one thing.

Its relation to Ferrari.

While true, it's not like Sauber is Ferrari's b team like what Toro Rosso is to Red Bull, they still have a really close partnership with each other. Like really close. So close to the point that almost every part of Sauber came from Ferrari. For Fred Vasseur himself to ask a favor to Herman for their rookie driver can only mean one thing. This rookie driver is projected to drive for Ferrari.

A competitor then, she thought idly.

"Well, I'm honored," the woman finally said. "So where's the superstar?"

"They should be here soon-"

Just at that, someone opened the door towards Porsche's hospitality, calling Herman's name. "Herman!" greeted Fred as he entered the building with a perky energy. "And of course, y/n, always lovely to meet you."

"Freddie, Froyo, Fredman, it's been awhile," she greeted back, standing up to give the man a short hug.

Maybe it's because Sauber itself is not a champion winning team that it made them interact easier. After all, she can’t even imagine greeting Christian or Toto like this.

"Yes, yes," laughed the man, not looking the slightest bit uncomfortable at the random nicknames being used. "I told Herman already, but there's someone that want to meet you."

It was at this, that y/n realized that there's someone standing behind Fred.

A man, maybe around y/n age, a bit younger perhaps, could be seen standing a bit awkwardly. He's wearing the white and red Sauber shirt, paired with a ripped skinny jeans. From the get go, it's obvious that he seems uncomfortable at the sudden familiar setting of Porsche's hospitality. At the same time, his eyes looks excited and a bit jittery.

Y/n immediately knows that this is the future superstar. Sauber's apparent cherished rookie driver who is now being projected to be one of Ferrari's future driver.

For a career prospect, not bad. A Ferrari driver certainly is a good option. Though, y/n is sure if this Formula One driver gig doesn't work out, he can be a model or someone in the entertainment industry. Because honestly, the guy is really pretty to look at.

Warm green eyes, messy dark colored hair, and a nice face to look at. If he ever decided to become a model, he could probably be a successful one.

"Y/n," called out Fred, catching her attention. "This is Charles Leclerc, he's a big fan of yours."

He seems a bit embarrassed at that mention, what with how his cheeks started to redden and how he flail his hands around. Which is, cute.

"Really?" she said, smiling as a teasing grin entered her eyes. "Really honored, then."

Charles let out a huge smile at that, looking a bit relieved. "I should be the one saying that," he said and his English is thick with accent. French, she realized. "I've been following you since your debut."

She let out a low whistle. "2012? That's a long time," laughed y/n easily. "You were how old back then?"

"15," he replied.

"Ah, I'm only 2 years older than you then," she said, putting it at the back of her mind. "At long last, it's no fun to be the youngest on the grid for so long."

Herman coughed, eyes staring at her straight in the eyes, "There's Verstappen, he's also two years younger than you."

"But Max is way too serious!" she whined out, remembering Christian’s favorite driver. Ever. "It's no fun to tease him when he gets all broody, which is like 70% of the time."

"It's because you keep annoying him," said Herman dryly. "Anyway, Charles, correct? What do you think of F1 so far?"

Now, all of them are seated at the same table, making conversation with each other. Honestly, y/n is a bit invested at the topic. Moreso on Charles because with him entering his rookie season is like a wake up call for her.

Lately, more and more young driver debuted in F1. It started with Max and Carlos back in 2015. Younger and talented drivers with more vigor and a brand new vision for the sport. Back when she debuted, the grid was way older with more experienced driver filling up the spots. Now, it seems, the teams want to change the way they view the sport a bit.

Younger drivers started to arrive every year. Guys who had karted since they were four or guys who basically just skipped F2 straight into F1. Thinking back, it's a bit sad, because it made her realize that more of the older driver too, will retire soon. That the grid will change soon.

Hm, she thought. It's an added pressure for her.

Maybe it's because she debuted so young and had become a world champion when she was only in her second season, it made her think that she's way older than she actually is. This year is her seventh year in F1 and now she has three driver championships under her belt.

It's a bit jarring thought that she is now one of the most experienced driver in the grid.

Charles talked about his experience so far with so much enthusiasm and starry eyes that it made her want to protect him a bit. Which is normal, because to all of them, Formula One is a dream that they had ever since childhood. When they first entered the sport, it's only normal for them to look at everything with full of reverent and wonder.

The male seems to live and breathe just for racing. A feeling, that y/n can relate to.

"So you liking it so far?" she spoke up, catching everyone attention. "Does it fill up your expectations?"

"Yes," nodded Charles with a huge smile. "I'm really excited for the first race."

"Nice," grinned y/n.

Really, if anyone ever asked her what is one of the defining moment in her life, she would described this moment at one of them.

With Charles smiling in front of her inside the Porsche's hospitality, with the impending knowledge of a new generation of Formula One, and with the fear of destroying all of those Formula One hopeful dreams. It was at this moment that she decided something.

She really really wants this sport to be enjoyable for the young drivers. For them to have someone to talk to and not became a clueless little shit like she was all those years ago.

It was a decision that stayed on her mind as they continue their conversation. Herman seems interested in Charles, not that they can sign him for Porsche considering his love for Ferrari, but still, having an option is still a good one.

They stayed and chatted there until both Charles and Fred presence is needed back in the garage.

"Hey Charles," she said a few minutes later when both Fred and the younger male was about to leave Porsche's hospitality. The younger had asked her to sign three hats, saying that it's for him and his brothers who is also a big fan of hers.

Perking up, he motioned for Fred to walked ahead before he jogged back to where she's standing.

Pulling out of her phone, y/n let out a grin towards him, "Give me your number yeah? I think it will be fun to stay in contact."

Charles stared at her.

"Seriously?" he asked, blinking rapidly.

"Yeah."

Almost immediately, he scrambled to get his phone out of his pocket, to the point that he almost dropped it to the ground. It was such a comical sight that it made her laugh, which seems to only embarrassed him further. Maybe when they became a lot closer she can tease him more about this? Certainly a thought for the future.

They exchanged number and Charles thanked her many times, saying things that she's his idol and he really admire her. Y/n merely watched him, amused, at the blabbering, before he seems to realize that he had talked too much and excused himself in such a hurry.

Well, certainly, Formula One will be more interesting in the coming years, right?

Humming, y/n entered the Porsche hospitality once more, only to be called by Herman to discuss something.

"So," started the man, finger idly fiddling with the papers in front of them. "We need to talk about your teammate,"

"Ah," realized y/n. This is going to be a long and painful discussion.

Drive to Survive Season 1 episode 3

It's all about Porsche

Will Buxton appeared on screen, smiling. "The thing about Porsche is," started the man. "It's a team that most drivers doesn't want to be in."

A shot of y/n talking with Herman and the mechanics could be seen. Her face is serious as they discussed details about today's Grand Prix and the car. They seems dedicated in their work, a true showcase of the prowess of one of the top team in Formula One.

Which makes Will's earlier statement a bit bizarre.

"At least, if you're not y/n l/n," continue the man with a small laugh. "It certainly not because they have a bad car-"

Porsche's Formula One car could be seen zooming at top speed, a clear indicator on how fast the vehicle is going.

"-Nor is it because it's a bad team-"

Y/n's car could be seen entering the pit stop, something that the Porsche team handle flawlessly without a hitch.

"It's because of the strict hierarchy there," laughed Will, a wry smile appearing on his face. "A really really strict one."

Herman appeared after that, eyebrow raising at the question that the producer had asked off screen. "I think it's quite obvious who will be the no.1 driver," said the man bluntly. "It's an open secret in Formula One, no? About no.1 and no.2 driver?"

Christian Horner appeared in the dark interview room, wearing a dark cardigan and a light blue cardigan underneath it. The man laughed, almost throwing his head back at that. "No.1 and no.2 driver is common in Formula One, but no one impose it as strict as Porsche," said the man, eyes full of amusement. "The team is basically a y/n cheerleading squad."

Many clips appeared after that, of team orders to let the woman through or the team failures to handle a simple pit stop when it's not y/n on the car. Articles too appeared, of how often Porsche has to change one of their driver and to find someone that is perfectly fine to be the second best in their team.

It's a team that prioritize y/n. It's a team, that undoubtedly will choose y/n l/n as their number one driver and will never budge on that decision.

The thing is, if Porsche is not a championship winning team, this shouldn't be a problem. Many drivers are grateful to have a seat in Formula One even they ended up not in one of the top team.

But Porsche is a team that fights for championship. Their cars are fast. They're the team that fight for wins and podiums. They don't fight for points, they want wins and glory.

A complete domination. Just like their motto. And when a driver tasted that sweet sweet taste of victory, it's hard to stop.

"Formula One driver needs to think that they're the best," said Will. "It's a mindset that they need to have if they want to survive in this sport," he continued. "Can they really, give up wins for their teammate? when their direct rival is that teammate herself?"

Y/n has too much presence for her to be the number 2 driver.

She is the icon of the sport, someone that is way too talented and way too influential to be the second best driver. The team itself was basically assembled around the woman needs.

The mechanics is someone that she can easily discuss the car with, her race engineer remains unchanged ever since her debut because she's comfortable with him, heck, even Herman position is secured because y/n actually likes him as a team principal.

It's y/n l/n very own personal cheering squad and everyone knows it.

"Fighting y/n on track is already a hard fight to win," continue Will. "A really hard one."

A clip of her racing and passing so many drivers could be seen. Her skilled handling of the car, overtaking those in front of her, and being an all around driver that deserves the title of a world champion.

"Fighting y/n for a spot as Porsche's number one driver? Impossible."

"The drivers need to understand that we're fighting for championship," said Herman as the scene cuts back into him. "We need someone that can support us in that cause."

Christian appeared, laughing. "Well, there's a reason why they need to change their second driver five times since 2012," said the man, looking so fucking amused.

Porsche after all, is y/n's kingdom.

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babydollmarauders · 7 months

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QUINNY’S B-DAY — JACK HUGHES

part of the el!hughes au

quinn hughes x platonic!reader

notes: a short birthday post for our now 24 year old captain 🫶🏻

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y/n.hughes Q, you taught me what familial love really is. you took a quiet, introverted, anxiety ridden, 13 year old girl under your wing, and i’m so grateful for that. you constantly reminded me that my home life did not make me who i was, but that it could help shape me into who i wanted to become. it’s because of you that i met my soulmate and have the amazing family and support system that i have now. where everyone else saw an outcasted 8th grader who snuck in to watch hockey practices, you saw someone who needed your love and guidance, and you had never been more right. you showed me that my house was not a home, but yours was. you showed me that i could live a life that made me feel good. and most importantly, you showed me what it was like to feel loved and wanted in someone’s life.

i’m so thankful that i get to call you my brother. i’m thankful that when i call, you answer; when i cry, you do anything to make me smile; and when i’m living, you’re cheering me on.

i love you from the north pole to the south, a million times over 🤍 thank you for providing me with the chance to be happy “because i deserve it”

happy 24th, snuggles!

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_quinnhughes was i expecting to cry a bit today? no. thank you, lovie. i love you from the north pole to the south, a billion times over 💙

y/n.hughes oh- a billion is a lot more than a million

_quinnhughes yes it is, it’s also how much i love you

y/n.hughes oh okay

jackhughes you broke my wife, jackass

_quinnhughes @/jackhughes aren’t you supposed to be nice to me on my birthday?

jackhughes i was gonna, and then you made my lovie cry again

_quinnhughes @/jackhughes again?

jackhughes she already cried going through her camera roll to find these pictures and writing the post

_quinnhughes @/y/n.hughes call me 💙

lhughes_06 @_quinnhughes happy birthday, Quinner! best oldest bro there ever was 💪

_quinnhughes thanks, moose!

_alexturcotte @_quinnhughes happy birthday, Quinn! 🫡 go beat the Oilers!

_quinnhughes thank you, Alex! i’ll sure try!

colecaufield @_quinnhughes haps birth, cap bro!

_quinnhughes you didn’t finish a single word in that sentence… thanks, Cole?

colecaufield you’re so welcome!

jackhughes @_quinnhughes i guess happy birthday big bro, hope you have a good day and a good game!

_quinnhughes lovie made you say this, didn’t she?

jackhughes you know it

_quinnhughes i’ll accept it anyways, thanks Jacky

jackhughes El also says happy birthday

_quinnhughes she can’t even say happy birthday, dude

jackhughes but she CAN say “appy day-day, winny!”, i was paraphrasing

_quinnhughes big word for ya, bud

jackhughes just for that, you don’t get to see my daughter or my wife

_quinnhughes too late, lovie is facetiming me rn. talk to ya in two secs

jackhughes damnit, lovie!

y/n.hughes i love and miss him 🥺

jackhughes damn, i can’t stay mad at you

#el!hughes au #quinn hughes #jack hughes #quinn hughes x reader #quinn hughes fic #quinn hughes imagine #quinn hughes blurb #jack hughes x reader #jack hughes imagine #jack hughes fic #jack hughes blurb #nj devils #vancouver canucks #nhl imagine #nhl fic #faithlynn’s insta edits <3 #faithlynn’s writings <3

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k9iriz · 1 year

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𝐡𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐲 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝

𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦 𝘬𝘺𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘯!/𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

(this was requested just like my first ney fic, but it’s gonna be two totally different ones, just with the same title.)

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 ; 𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙨𝙢𝙪𝙩 𝙙𝙧𝙖𝙗𝙗𝙡𝙚, 𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙡𝙤𝙩𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙤𝙪𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙧𝙪𝙗𝙗𝙞𝙣𝙜 (😩)

tonight was the night i finally got to go out, after all, i deserved it.

i had on a lace bra, before spraying some perfume on my top part before i fixed my lace panties as i admired my whole appearance, smiling widely at how fine i looked.

sheesh.

“oh damnit…” i mouthed, walking downstairs as i forgot my leggings in the laundry room as i was in a rush.

soon before i hit the bottom, i seen the living room cleaned as kylian had put our daughter down for bed already, making me smile.

he’s been doing so good helping me out due to him having games and practices and being gone half the days or even more.

you just took in how much of a help he’s been, even agreeing to let you go out.

“girl, i don’t know if i can make it out tonight…ive been busy.” i sighed into the phone as our daughter cried louder, rushing to warm her milk in the bottle warmer.

“i hear her crying…all of the girls agreed to go out-” hiba got cut off before i heard the door open, revealing kylian as he immediately took the bottle from you before he grabbed your crying daughter, giving it straight to her.

you sighed in relief as your hair was hardly done, nails weren’t done, you looked stressed and tired, kylian even sees it.

“yeah but, im gonna be stuck with my baby today. im sorry.” i frowned running my hands through my hair, i really would’ve taken that opportunity to go out if i had the chance.

“then my nails and hair isn’t done, nothing is done.” i explained as hiba laughed, making me laugh along with her as she expressed her sadness of me not going out with none of the psg girls like i used to before i got pregnant.

“okay, ill talk to you later.” i smiled as i heard toys clanking, seeing kylian cleaning the messy living room as i sighed, sitting on the couch.

“hi, mon amour.” kylian kissed my forehead as i smiled, kissing him back.

“hey.” i sighed, finally feeling relaxed.

“you know, you can go out tonight. i don’t have practice until next week.” kylian sat next to me, pulling me straight on his lap.

“you sure?” you asked, admiring your fine ass man.

“yeah. and plus, you deserve it amor.” kylian smiled at you as you grabbed his face, kissing him repeatedly, jumping up in excitement as you planned the night, soonly thinking…how am i gonna get pampered in less than 6 hours?

“i just sent you some money, amor.” you heard as he read your mind just like that, i love him.

“baby!” i yelled as kylian walked from the garage, before he paused, just admiring you and your figure.

“oh! you scared me.” i jumped as i walked over to him, just him staring at me.

“is she down for bed?” i asked as i grabbed my leggings out the laundry basket before sliding them on, fixing my silver anklet in the process.

“yes she is…come here for a second.” kylian said, using his pointer finger as i walked over to him with a worried face, thinking my hair was messed up.

“what is it?—is it my hair?” i asked as kylian smiled down at me before his arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me in, taking in my scent.

“you look so fucking good, mon amour.” kylian groaned into your neck, as he caressed my ass, making me giggle, feeling his breath hitched across my neck.

“mnm—kylian i have to finish getting dressed!” i squealed as i pulled away, before he pulled on my leggings, trailing me back to the couch, standing between his legs.

“not in these panties.” kylian shook his head as he didn’t get a clear look at your underwear at first, seeing your thong print outside of them.

“kyliannn! i wanna wear these…” i whined as he shook his head, pulling at the hem of them.

“i can see the print outside of these. take them off and change in front of me.” kylian demanded, grabbing some other panties from the laundry basket, handing them to me.

“no!—you can barley see the panty line!” i protested as he texted away on his phone, still not giving up his request.

you were beyond annoyed as he didn’t approve of your outfit, rolling my eyes at my husband before i stormed away, he shot me a glare, slapping my ass in the process.

lord i jumped-

“now, y/n.” kylian looked up at me as his typing stopped, making me huff, rolling my eyes as he watched my every move.

“ugh…i hate you.” i mumbled as i groaned, slowly taking off my panties before i mumbled insults of unfairness under my breath.

this wasn’t fair at all…like?

“and since you have a attitude, let me fix it for you.” kylian pulled you onto his lap, before your phone buzzed, 5 missed messages from hiba, lord knows what you’ve gotten yourself into.

- hiba: where are you??

- hiba: hey, im on the way, all of the girls.

- hiba: and plus we get in free tonight, so be ready or ill come in

- hiba: hello?

10 minutes later…

kylian gripped my ankles as his strokes got slower and slower, hitting my spot as i could do nothing but stare up at him, being lost in all the bliss of pleasure that was coming towards me.

my thighs touched the bed , my legs up near his waist with his hands wrapped around my ankles, keeping me in place as my head hung off the couch.

he didn’t even take me upstairs…

our daughter could really walk out her room and see her parents on the couch…

kylian had a habit of fucking me on everything around the house and it turned him on more than in the bedroom, which irritated me because our child is old enough to come out and see what we could be doing.

“i-it’s in my stomach ky—oh my god…” i faintly whined as tears ran down my face, he was roughly abusing my g-spot, causing me to cum over and over again on his dick.

he really pulled my panties aside and handled his business-

kylian let go of my ankles before he placed his arms besides my head, staring right down at me before gripping my face to look up at him.

“if i say you can’t wear those panties…i ment it.” kylian spoke to you, his accent getting deeper.

“y-yes…” i faintly spoke above a moan as his hand wrapped around my neck as his strokes got a little faster by the time.

“this is all mines. everything on your body is mines. nobody else gets to see it but fucking me, understand?” kylian said, as he slowly talked to me through my orgasm.

“yes baby yes…” i gripped his wrist as my moans got louder and louder, missing that my phone was ringing…

kylian looked over as he mentally smirked, grabbing it before handing to me. “awnser it, amour.” kylian suggested, slowing down his strokes a bit.

before i could catch my breath, i swiped awnser as i kept my forehead in the few of the camera, as he rubbed my clit, causing me to jolt, gripping his wrist again.

“where are you? we’re outside waiting for you!” hiba awnsered in the phone as kylian’s rolled onto mines, causing my eyes to roll back, but soonly stopping myself from moaning out-loud.

ooo i hate him.

“i-i was just finishing getting d-dressed-oh fuck…” i stopped myself as a loud moan came out, slightly making me pull on kylian’s shirt for him to slow down.

“you wanna cum?” kylian mouthed to me, tilting his head as his fingers sped up on my clit. his facial expressions had me wetter by the minute, he was close himself.

“y/n?? you there?” my finger pressed on mute as my phone fell on the floor. i was so focused on the pleasure i didn’t care who was on the phone at that moment.

“baby…” kylian moaned as his head was thrown back, i clenched around him again as i stared up at him, biting my lip.

“cum in me.” i dumbly requested as a load moan erupted from our lips as we both made our messes as hiba was on the other line, brainlessly calling my name.

pregnant…

kylian picked me up as we kissed sloppily, putting me down as i felt myself on wobbly legs.

“my legs hurt.” i whined as i limped to put my panties on.

“you should’ve listened.” kylian smirked before he slapped my ass harshly before walking upstairs to shower, reminding myself hiba was on the phone.

grabbing it as she was still on there, lord.

“are you ready yet? nasties!” hiba laughed as she heard all of that, lord im embarassed.

#football #football readers #football fluff #football fanfic #Football x reader #kylian mbappe #kylian mbappe blurb #kylian mbappe oneshot #kylian mbappe imagine #kylian mbappe x reader #kylian mbappe angst #kylian mbappe x black reader #blonde kylian mbappe #kylian mbappe smut #mbappe x you

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cissyenthusiast010155 · 10 months

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Hey , can you do angry mommy Morticia x reader?

NFSW like hair pulling, jealousy and spanking?

Heyyyy anon! Absolutely. Love me some Angry!Mommy!Morticia 🥹 Thank you for the request!! Morticia (especially CZJ’s) deserves so much hype… Anyways, Hope you Enjoy ♥️

Projected Jealousy & Redistributed Anger ~Angry!Mommy!Morticia Addams xFem Young!Professor!Reader

Mommy… Master List

Requests & Prompt-List

Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!, smut, spanking, strap-fucking, doggystyle sex, hair pulling, jealousy, little bit of angst, mommy kink, spanking kink, hair pulling kink, punishment/pain kink…?, etc.

Enjoy (;

You had met Morticia Addams on orientation day, when she brought her daughter, Wednesday, who would be going to the school and be your student.

Throughout the school year, when Morticia would come to visit her daughter, you two became a thing. More specifically, you became the woman’s plaything. Her secret love affair. With her daughters 22 year old professor.

Recently, the raven haired woman had come into town again with her family and this time her husband had gotten arrested. She was wound up tight. Nothing to do but wait. So she turned to you.

When your little fling with Morticia had started, you had showed her a few ways to get in the school without being noticed. So when the raven haired woman finally got away, she snuck into the school through one of the old underground tunnels. The tunnel came up on a corner right around your classroom. She knocked on the door to announce her presence, but today, she didn’t wait for your okay to come in.

You looked up from your work at the sound of the door slamming and then being locked. Your face brightened as you saw the raven haired goddess.

“Morticia…!” You exclaimed in a hushed tone, not wanting anyone to hear who was in your classroom.

Morticia stalked up to you, not answering at first, and instead trapping you in your chair with her arms. There was something fiery in her eyes.

“Morticia…? Are you alright…?” You whispered, going to cup her cheek but receiving a firm slap on the hand.

You looked at the woman bewildered.

“I saw you…” she seethed.

“I… what? Saw me?” You confusingly asked.

“Yessss.” She hissed, “I saw you with her, flirting with her…”

“With who??”

“Don’t play dumb with me, pet…” she jeered.

You gulped. Suddenly her words sent sparks to your core. You recognized this look in her eye. Morticia was angry…

“I… I’m sorry… I don’t know…” you stuttered, your face going red.

“Larissa Damnit!!” She growled, stamping her hands down hard on either side of your chair.

You jolted slightly.

“I didn’t… I wouldn’t… I…” you stuttered, when something hit you, “Wait… Are you jealous…?”

Morticia huffed in response, dramatically standing back up fully and walking back slightly with her arms crossed.

“Morticia, Larissa is my boss. Whatever you saw… it’s professional… nothing more…” you carefully explained.

Morticia didn’t meet your eye.

“Hey.” Your tone hardened, and you stood up to meet the woman’s gaze, “If you want to use me, fine. Fuck me. Punish me. Whatever you want, I’m yours. But don’t make this about me.”

Eventually Morticia nodded, took a deep breath, and kissed you swiftly and lovingly as an apology, before going over to your chair and sitting down.

“Bend over mommy’s lap, pet.” The raven haired woman wickedly purred.

Your breath hitched.

“Yes mommy…” you whimpered, scurrying to bend over and present yourself to the woman.

Your eyes widened as you felt a familiar bulge underneath you. She was packing… You shuddered as Morticia’s cool fingers ran up your legs as she scrunched your dress up. Once your bare ass was presented to the woman, the fun began…

She made you count after every slap. Your ass got redder and redder. Tears started to form in your eyes. Your arousal grew and grew, your panties already wetted through. And the entire time, Morticia ranted and jeered about her frustrations. Did they have anything to do with you? No. But you were more than happy to be her stress toy.

“Last one for mommy, pet…” Morticia purred.

You nodded vigorously.

*Smack!*

“GOD twenty Mommy—!!” You cried out in pleasurable pain.

“Let’s hope no one heard your pathetic cries, pet…” she chuckled wickedly.

Your lips trembled and mascara stains ran down your face, as you nodded lightly. The woman then picked you up and placed you in her lap. Her lips crashed into yours, exciting a whine from your lips.

“Quiet, pet…” the raven haired goddess growled.

Your breath hitched. Morticia took the opportunity to slip her tongue inside your wet cavern, exploring and ravaging your mouth.

“Sorry mommy…” you whispered.

You began squirming in the woman’s lap, so Morticia held you still by a tight grip on your thighs. When Morticia had had enough for the moment, she pulled away. You looked at the raven haired goddess in anticipation.

“Go to the bedroom. I want you naked and presenting yourself to me.”

“Yes mommy…”

You nodded vigorously, scurrying out of the raven haired woman’s lap and to your private quarters. You stripped down till you were nude and then sat yourself on the bed, waiting for your raven haired goddess.

Eventually, Morticia sauntered into the bedroom, closing and locking the door behind her. She then began to take off her own dress. You sat on your knees, watching the woman expectantly. As she removed her dress, her bulge became even more apparent… You gulped. When Morticia was just as naked as you, she stalked her way over to you. Her eyes were fiery and angry. Her stare only sent more sparks of arousal to your core.

“Present yourself to me on all fours, pet.” She growled.

Your breathing shallowed even more, you but your lip, and nodded eagerly.

“Yes mommy…” you whimpered, quickly turning around and getting on all fours for the woman.

You felt Morticia’s hand snake into your hair, as she pressed her plastic dick flush against your ass. Lining it up with your aching core, her lips ghosted the shell of your ear.

“What do you want, pet…?” She taunted.

“Want you to fuck me mommy…!” You whimpered.

“Then beg, sweet slut…” she growled, pulling on your hair.

You whimpered out in pleasurable pain.

“Please fuck me mommy please please fill my hole with your dick mommy please…!!!” You pled.

That seemed to be enough for the woman, as she suddenly thrusted her dick all the way into your throbbing cunt with no warning, pulling on your hair as the same time.

“Oh GOD FUCK—!!” You cried out.

“God’s not doing this, pet…” Morticia tauntingly purred, “Mommy is… And she doesn’t plan on stopping anytime soon…”

~~~

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rollinouttahere-writes · 5 months

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i feel like after the strawhats warm up to Crocodile’s daughter who i will be referring to as Lizard for reasons. It will be after the whole Enel thing because Enel kidnapped Lizard because he felt that someone of her upbringing deserved better then filthy pirates. And the strawhats went berserk because thats their Lizard damnit.

That is such a funny nickname but like I could see it happening because of how bad Luffy is with names lmao

Like he forgets her name and just says the first thing that comes to mind which happened to be Lizard. She gets all indignant about it which only encourages him so the nickname sticks.

Enel doesn't really seem like the type to care that much about such a thing, but him snatching her up for any reason would end the same. Maybe Lizard even does something to help the others during this and that really helps to cement her status as a crew member.

It would be hilarious though to hear Luffy screaming at Enel to give them their lizard back only for her to start yelling back at him to stop calling her that

#yanderefangirl #sir crocodile #she gets so mad about it but that only makes it worse #crocodad series

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isogenderskitty · 2 months

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i like to think whenever a situation calls for introductions pete makes it a POINT to introduce steph as just steph, no mention of her dad no last name not even stephanie in case it jogs people's memories because god damnit she deserves to get something other than "yeah, the mayor's daughter, i know" in response and be able to be her own person for 3 fucking seconds he definitely does not carry a tiny bit of guilt for doing that in class when they started talking no sirree

#anyway solomon sucks good riddance #my heart does ache for steph being all alone at home now tho #hatchetfield #npmd #lautski

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strawwberryymillk · 1 year

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thinking about this bc kazuki seriously can’t catch a break. look at how sad he is to see his daughter go, he knows it’s for the best but he’s probably thinking about how this is the second time he’s losing his family. kazuki deserves to be happy god damnit ☹️

#buddy daddies #buddy daddy spoilers #buddy daddies ep 10 #kazuki kurusu #bd kazuki #give him his family back

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mamirhodessxox · 1 month

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Hi loves! So I’m gonna start posting prompts from stories that I decided to not Include, This one is gonna be a good chunk of reading since in a few chapters it was supposed to go into the final part of “I Hate You More” with the major possibility that our main character Sasha would die but I decided to not include that but i’m still not sure since I like to have heartbreaking endings or happy endings.

Enjoy <3

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Seth searched throughout the parking garage that was a mess of blown up cars & dust followed with ashes & chunks of concrete everywhere, the team had gotten into a large altercation with Roman & his men but he didn’t expect things to end like this.

Cody sat up slowly wiping any blood off of his face while coughing as he accidentally inhaled smoke before looking around “Sasha..?” Seth turned to him & furrowed his brow noticing Sasha was no longer by Cody’s side, Marianna’s face dropped along with Barbra & Randy’s as they all stood up to their feet. Marianna immediately searched around even cutting her palm as she lifted & threw concrete across the ground “Where is she?!” She shouted while Cody rushed moving any sort of damaged object out of the way as he helped Marianna search for Sasha but found no luck.

Barbra searched through any car that was flipped upside down or on their side but didn’t get a sprinkle of a hint where her daughter could possibly be. Randy checked one specific spot & eventually found a leather jacket in between the larger chunks of concrete making Seth look towards his direction and shake his head in disbelief until he saw a figure lie underneath a car, immediately Marianna saw & started tearing up before running towards the car “Marianna No!” Randy shouted out as he didn’t know if it were a trap or actually Sasha but either way Mari didn’t listen, as soon as she dropped down to the ground and pull what seemed to be Sasha out from under the car she sighed in relief “She’s breathing!” Cody rushed towards the two and got on the ground but soon noticed a pool of blood underneath Sasha’s hand while she came back to consciousness & let out a grunt of discomfort, as Seth made his way towards them he felt a lump in his throat the moment he’d notice his little sister had been shot.

Barbra stood behind Marianna as she covered her mouth as a tear trickled down her face, Cody shook his head as he moved her hand away from the wound & pulled her shirt up to the slightest only to see the gunshot right in the side of her stomach “w-well she’s still breathing! There’s time to bring her to the hospital right?!” Marianna blurted out before coming undone into a mess of emotions “R-Right guys?! It’s n-“ Sasha shook her head as it laid in her bestfriends lap before placing her bloody hand against Marianna’s as she grew the courage to talk “It’s too late for me Mari, I- I already lost enough b-blood.” Cody shook his head but Seth immediately took her away from Mari & held her in his arms “Nonono- It’s not too late! You can’t l-leave me yet damnit, Y-You were supposed to live longer, c’mon just hang tight and let us ta-“ sasha weakly shook her head before turning her attention towards her lover while she somehow stayed composed despite her dying, “I’m sorry Cody, for everything, I—You deserved better, I don’t- I don’t h-hate you.” He shook her head as he came closer to Sasha & Seth while his hands held her face “Your killin’ me sweetheart, I know you don’t hate me, But I should be the one who’s sorry.” He muttered before Barbra finally kneeled down.

“My baby..” she choked out as she stared at the child she gave birth to many years ago die slowly, Randy held Marianna in his arms as he started shedding tears as he watched the girl who thought of him as a father figure suffer. “Mama please don’t..” Sasha frowned before feeling her mother press her head against hers. Everyone Sasha ever loved & cared for was there as she took her last few breaths, She gave Cody one final kiss, Randy one final pat on the back, Seth one final smack upside the head like she used to do when they were kids, Call her mother ‘Mama’ one last time & finally tell Marianna how proud of her she was for being a badass.

Eventually Seth felt his little sister go limp while her eyes were shut, Cody felt his heart completely shatter as he knew nobody could replace his love for Sasha.

8 Months Later

Cody visited Sasha’s grave with a bouquet of flowers that he knew were her favorite & a necklace he got her way back in college. He cleared his throat as he kneeled down into the grass & place the two items down against the stone. He stared at the picture of her that was framed into the grave before huffing.

“How’re you doing doll? Resting easy I hope” he spoke “We miss you like hell, I do, Seth got married, remember Becky? His girlfriend? She’s his wife now, he honored you at the wedding, had a whole speech and everything just for you doll. Marianna isn’t taking it too well, she’s been sitting in your room sometimes, your mom, she’s taking it the worst, but she got you justice, Your guys’ dad went to prison. For good.” He sighed out as he updated the woman on what life was like despite her not even being able to be present to hear him.

“I think about you. A lot, I keep having dreams about what life could have been like if you were still here, Goddamn Sash’ this wasn’t supposed to happen, we were supposed to move away from Miami, get married, live a nice secluded life & I’m so sorry Roman took that chance away from you.” He choked on his words & shook his head “I have somethin’ for you, had it for awhile now..I was gonna give it to you but then..y’know.” He sighed before placing a small box right against the stone & flipping it open showing a custom made engagement ring made just for her.

An engagement ring that was supposed to tie the knot between them forever.

Like I said, not all fairytales have happy endings..

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gnpwdrnwhiskey · 9 months

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Over When It's Over

Pairing- Frankie Morales x f!reader

Word Count- 650-ish

Warnings- it's just so much angst. and mentions of alcoholism.

Author's Note- so according to this poll, at least some of you wanted to read this....my usual headcanon for Frankie is that he has a woman who stands by his side no matter what, this isn't that. this is a Frankie who came home from Colombia and fell into a bottle and hasn't found his way out yet. there's no happy ending, but I'd kinda like to think if I ever visited these two again, there could be.....

"Babe? You home?"

Shit.

You weren't expecting him back so soon and you start packing a little faster.

But you don't bother answering him, the apartment's about the size of a shoebox, he'll find you sooner rather than later. Add that to the list of things that you're sick of- losing the house and having to live in this shitbox because it's all you can afford on one income.

"Babe?" He stops in the doorway, fresh beer in hand, of course. "What's going on?"

"What does it look like, Francisco?" You sigh. "I'm done. We're done. This is over. Drea and I will be at my mom's. We'll work something out with the lawyers."

"What the fuck? Are you serious with me right now? You weren't even gonna let me have a say in this? You're just gonna leave? You're just gonna take my baby from me?"

"There's nothing to say. I can't do it anymore, Frank. I can't live like this and I won't raise my daughter like this. You need help."

"I'm fine," he scoffs. "I just need to get my license back and everything will be fine, you'll see."

"Do you even hear yourself right now?" You laugh bitterly. "You're not fine. And no one is reinstating your license. If it had just been the suspension, we probably could've made it through this but then you went off with Pope and you lost Tom and you won't talk to me...."

"There's nothing to talk about," he insists with a shake of his head. Has been insisting for the last year and a half. "Bad mission, that's all. It's over, it's done."

"Oh, is it? Is it over? When's the last time you slept through the night? When's the last time you were really truly sober, hmm?? Or, or....contributed anything to this family? I can't even leave Drea alone with you because I don't know what the fuck I'll come home to! So not only am I the only one working, I'm also having to pay for fucking childcare!!"

"What do you want me to do? Flip fucking burgers? Or go hang out at the Home Depot or some shit and hope I get picked up for a crew?"

"Why not? Do you think you're too good for that? I go out and wait fucking tables five days a week because some one has to keep a roof over our heads! Do you think you're better than me? Is that what you're saying?"

"I'm not saying-- damnit, I'm not a fucking day laborer, I'm a goddamn pilot! A fucking good one!"

"No, what you are now is a fucking drunk!" You yell, slamming the suitcase closed.

The silence is deafening, Frankie standing with his arms crossed staring daggers at you from the other side of the bed and you wonder for the millionth time what happened to the man you met years ago- the one with the quiet confidence and warm smile, the quick laugh and laid-back manner.

"This is horseshit," Frankie mumbles. "Ten years and you're just gonna throw it all away? Over what? A couple beers?"

You drag your suitcase off the bed and put it by the door with the others before crossing to him, pulling him into a hug that he only halfheartedly returns.

"It's more than that and you know it. You need help, with the drinking and with whatever demons you're fighting with in your head. Doesn't have to be me, but talk to someone. If you won't do it for yourself, do it for Drea. She deserves the best version of you."

You give him a kiss on the check and step out of his loose embrace before grabbing your bags and walking out. And you don't look back.

#frankie morales #frankie morales x reader #frankie morales x f!reader #frankie morales fanfic #francisco catfish morales #pedro pascal character fanfiction #frankie morales fanfiction #francisco morales

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justabackroundcharacter · 1 month

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Thoughts while watching Wish:

- base princess personality trope

- Never getting over the face that the goat is named Valentino

- 7 dwarfs vibes with the friends

- Hans type character

- Weird ass love song to wishes

- Evil Chris Pratt went from 1-100 really fast

- The wife was 1000000% the kings wish and he used magic to get it

- Angry guy is played by GIZMO MY BELOVED

- 100 year old man move like a 60 year old fr

- Asha also goes from 50-100 real fast

- My favorite song was a little disappointing:(

- What she’s singing and what the animation gives dosent match

- Wifey is CLUELESS

- We could’ve had A STAR BOY INSTEAD WE GET THIS THING

- Star is still cute

- When you are a Star and accidentally make a devils trap in the tree lol

- IM A STAR ⭐️

- thanks for not eating me John

- Throwing books like your cramming for a test

- King is bipolar like actually tho

- EVERYTHING IS FINE

- What are you five ?

- DANCING CHICKENS

- Best friends help each other commit crimes against the kingdom

- King really is evil he made everyone go to an assembly and they aren’t even in school

- WAIT WAS KING SUPPOSED TO BE AN ALIEN

- how old is the king ? Do we know at all ?

- Casually dooms yourself to an eternity of pain because you got insecure

- HE HAS A SECRET LAIR LIKE HAWKMOTH

- ok how do wishes work again ? Was gramps not free to still inspire people

- Not the mom pleading for her daughter to only get her wish trampled on (definitely don’t need to look at how accurate that is)

- Star said SQUARE TF UP

- He’s literally just your king hit him with your bookshelf

- Returns to your stable if anyone asks pLaY dUmB

- when you have to speed run the 5 stages of grief bc you are the main character damnit

- I know what your thinking- WELL I DONT girl that star doesn’t have an expression on his face

- I can not swim *proceeds to jump into the water with reckless abandon *

- You’ve been hit by, you’ve been stuck by LOSS OF YOUR WISH

- ‘AMYIA darling your just in time come meet my new TOY’ why would you WRITE IT LIKE THAT

- Hot take anyone who calls their partner darling is on THIN FUCKING ICE

- King man went insane that is fun

- HANS KNOCK OFF BETRAYED THEM I FUCKING KNEW IT

- Dont worry im a talking mouse but very clean

- When you only want to be a loyal knight but you end up betraying your friends- happens to the best of us dude

- Good find Valentino - my butt found it

- introverts deserve sanctuary— louder for the people in the back

- STRIKE, STRIKE newsies vibes

- YES fulfill your Sabos wish

- doc and dopey slayed

- They all did

- They are like any queer friend group fr

- the chase scene is cool

- YAZ QUEEN GET YOUR HUSBAND

- I was fooled by the love I felt- Its ok queen you were definitely manipulated not your fault

- Don’t destroy never land you bastard

- A stick ? What am I supposed to do with this ?

- The MUSHROOMS 🍄

- Poor gizmo can’t catch a break no matter what universe he’s in

- a dress on a tree more likely than you think

- Dude bro dear got into the mushrooms fr

- Sometimes a plan is just you and your six friends jumping from a high place

- FUCKING HANS GOT ME AGAIN

- thanks John

- Your so right bunnies are terrifying

- Nope nope nope nope nope

- StAr GeT aWaY fRoM tHeRe

- WAIT IS HE MAGIC MIRRIR GUY

- Yay singing again

- THE power of collective singing will always save the day

- GREEN SMOKE

- MyWiShEs dude get a grip

- Simon and queen should be besties now

- LONG LIVE THE QUEEN

- Peter Pan origin story 👀👀

- ZOOTOPIA ?!?

- bippty boppty boo the magic wand is fixed

- Give GIZMO THE WAND 😭he deserves it

- Fireworks yay

- 5/10 movie

#disney wish #wish movie #wish #wish asha #movie thoughts

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witch-and-her-witcher · 5 months

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For @asnowfern, a gift for @acotargiftexchange! The support and positivity of your responses left me brimming with creative inspiration, so please enjoy this Nessian First Hybern War (and after) AU.

Thank you @popjunkie42-blog and @wilde-knight for your beta reading and handholding. <3

Ao3 | 1, (2)

nessian | E | marriage of convenience, first hybern war AU, angst, whump, emotional slow burn

War brings them together, a bond binds them - but is that enough for two broken people to find love with each other?

When she tries to close her eyes, Nesta relives the heat of battle: the snapping of bones, the gnash of teeth, the stomach dropping dread as great wings and ugly, inhuman snouts descended from the skies. The visceral warmth of pissing herself the first heart stopping collision of her blade and warm body. How sharp and acidic the Fae beasts’ blood tasted on her tongue, smeared across her lips.

When she does drift to sleep, her dreams are nothing more than clinging to the bell tower as the hordes of ugly Hybernians descend on the village. There’s no Cassian, no red beams of focused killing magic to shred and mangle, to buy time — only Nesta offered as a delicious morsel to trip their thirst for human blood.

For soft, mortal bodies.

The loss of control in those dreams is the worst part, rather than her impending death. That same loss of control that has been hounding her and the other women in the human lands since the beginning of this conflict.

Suffocating fear grips her when she resurfaces. Spiraling her into a downward panic as she grips her chest where the searing twist of her anxiety seems to live.

She has to pinch her forearm, her thighs, to remind herself she’s in the present, in reality, and there’s no one pressing her into the mud, into the ungiving wall of a building —

It isn’t just the war that inspires the nightmare.

They’d shaken off the yoke of slave owners taking them at will only to introduce breeding grounds for lawless hordes of men and males alike that roamed, waiting for an opportunity to take what wasn’t theirs.

To overpower. To pick on the vulnerable.

That’s likely what had led the men to their doorstep, following her and Elain from the tavern where they’d enjoyed a rare hot meal. Unfortunately for them, it had only been her father to greet them at the door. It had to infuriate them when they had been drunk, seeking to steal pleasure, to only see the plump body of a man who had lived a far too easy life compared to most humans.

It was the only explanation Nesta could convince herself of, that blind rage from violent, unmet need had driven the dagger into her father’s belly, had driven the men to snap his neck.

It was no secret father wasn’t a courageous man. He likely hadn’t spat in their faces as they’d deserved, would have been more than willing to placate and offer gold to protect his daughters, but no other grand actions —

Only cold-hearted, cruel men could do what they had to her father, what they’d left her to clean off of the stoop of their home as her mind relayed the final snap she’d heard from her and Elain’s hiding place pressed beneath the stairs.

As with most failed attempts to sleep — or successful ones at that — Nesta has to scramble to the bathroom to empty the contents of her stomach.

“Gods-fucking-damnit,” she curses her own weakness, collapsing onto the floor and watching the floating remains of her meager evening meal.

Another failure to add to her list.

Even Elain doesn’t waste the food Nesta could find.

Nervous energy radiates from her center, itching and clawing under her skin.

Nesta rinses out her mouth, checks Elain is peacefully sleeping in her bed, before shoving herself into her too-small boots and pulling on her leather jacket. She’d shamelessly procured it from a slight of shoulder Hybernian soldier, one of the dozens that had been carried in by the winged soldiers and released onto the forest floor.

They had been vicious, no matter they didn’t have the same bulk as the winged Fae on either side. Fast, nimble.

Nesta wears the jacket like a trophy.

It also happens to be the best fitting piece of clothing she’s owned in ages, the male fit of it hugging her waist and hips because of the fabric making up for her ample chest. There’s something about sneering and chasing away the lingering male gazes with her icy eyes, it chases away the fear of her nightmares.

A band plays a jaunty tune, calming the crawling, too-tight feel of her skin.

She makes for the bar to order a drink and sit at a secluded table, but her relative peace is short lived.

“If it isn’t my lovely bride-to-be.”

#nessian #nesta x cassian #acotar winter gift exchange 2023 #acotar #acotar fanfic #my writing #CYLMWIHM

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yeehawbvby · 6 months

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Maxine updated lore post because her backstory is almost entirely different now LET’S GO ->

- Born in Unova, heritage is a mix of whatever the equivalent of Italian + Irish is in Pokemon (her mom is the daughter of an Italian immigrant, and her dad is an immigrant from Ireland).

- Her huge family (she’s the youngest of 7 siblings) moves to a farm on the border of Wedgehurst and Turrfield when she’s like 5 years old

- She moved to Galar early enough that she managed to develop a Galarian accent instead of keeping a Unovan one. Here’s a voice claim!! (This video specifically - this person sounds less soft in other things and it just wouldn’t fit Max as well. She’s VERY soft spoken.)

- She was an accident. Her parents had her far later than her siblings and didn’t want her, but were too proud and religious to do the responsible thing in that situation

- They resented her because of this, manipulating all her siblings to feel the same, thus all treating her like shit

- Unable to keep enduring the abuse, Max runs away at 10 y/o to Spikemuth

- In my HC, Spikemuth’s cost of living is low because crime etc. is high, and the city is huge. Made it an easy place for little urchins like her to run off to. She still struggles, though

- She lived in a tent for a long while because she was too young to sign for an apartment and didn’t have any adults to sign for her, but she glammed that shit out the best she could!!

- Battery powered string lights, tons of blankets and pillows, some incense to make it smell good but also ward off dangerous pokemon that might stumble upon her at night. It was as cozy as it could be

- Her partner is a Misdreavus! She was obviously too young in Unova to have a pokemon, and they aren’t natural in Galar, so how did they end up together?

- It belonged to one of her older siblings. He rarely took it out of its ball, and actively talked about how he didn’t like it compared to his other mons

- Maxine would sneakily hang out with it from time to time, and they got on well, sharing a bond in being the unwanted child basically

- So when Max ran away, she stole Misdreavus to come with her

- (Still haven’t worked out the logistics of it, but Max can understand pokemon. It’s friendship based, like, she gets close enough with a pokemon and eventually she can actually understand them? Idk. But yeah she can actually converse with Misdreavus to a certain degree)

- She did some odd jobs, but mostly made her cash off underground pokemon battles. The stakes were higher (making them illegal lol), like.. it was intense gambling basically.

- Misdreavus didn’t want to evolve, so they hustled >:3 They went from venue to venue pretending Max was a new trainer with a new pokemon. Sometimes they lost on purpose before a win streak that they claimed as “beginner’s luck”

- It was absolutely exhausting though. She was constantly putting herself in tons of danger by doing this

- At the time she was like 146cm tall (by the time she’s done growing she’s only like 150cm lol), malnourished, and didn’t have any real way to defend herself if someone got mad enough to harm her

- Plus, Max is a little anxious mess and all the people + risk + acting wasn’t great for her. Kinda led to her being too tired to really care for herself

- Eventually met Piers and Marnie when she was, like, 17 or so - they were out on a walk, Marnie dropped a toy, and it rolled into Max’s tent

- Piers was surprised to see someone around his age open the flap to hand it back, and Marnie (who was like 6 at that point) was interested bc of her childish wonder or whatever

- They became friends, because I’m a sucker for giving Max the love she deserves damnit!! (BIG contrast from her old lore lol)

- Piers and Marnie would visit regularly. They would all mess with each other’s hair, paint each other’s nails, they’d play handheld games and read comics together and listen to music together - anything they could do from the confines of basically a little camp

- Piers would often come without Marnie, like if she was away at a play date or something, which is how Max and Piers’ bond grew as strong as it is

- Eventually Piers invited Max over, and when he realized she barely knew how to act in someone else’s home, let alone really, like.. take care of herself beyond the bare minimum, he pieced together that she’d been on her own far longer than he’d thought - not just in the physical sense.

- Piers’ and Marnie’s parents were gone, but they’d at least had some stability due to inheritances. So to try and offer that to Max, he started to sneakily feed her more, would subtly convince her to shower at his place when she needed to, offered to let her sleep on their couch…

- Once Max caught on, things got a little weird. She didn’t like the help, and being autistic, took it personally; like he pitied her, and wanted to help because of that, rather than because he cared about her

- But by now Marnie was becoming more aware of herself and the world around her too, and her concern tugged at Max’s heartstrings a ton. She and Piers both managed to convince Max that they just wanted her to be happy and safe

- Fast forward a little, and now Max, Piers, and Marnie are renting a place together

- Piers found out about Max’s illegal battling habits and, now being a gym leader and rockstar, let her be part of the staff

- With a more stable lifestyle and also with age, Max started to be able to pull herself together

- Previously skin and bone - not in a healthy or natural way, but rather the ‘hadn’t been sleeping much, was horribly depressed and was extremely malnourished’ sort of way - she started to put on weight

- Needing new clothes, it gave her the chance to change her style to something closer to what it is now - very cute and cozy, rather than the weird mix of emo and athletic-wear she had worked with previously

- By 23, she was ready to get her own place

- Wanting a change of pace, she moved out of town - decided on Circhester because she and Misdreavus like the cold, and also because it’s right next to Spikemuth, so she and her friends could still see each other often

- It was shortly after this that she cut her hair (or, tried to but then Piers came over and fixed it lol)

- She started working at the Circhester gym, not wanting to commute back to Spikemuth so often, and Melony became a bit of a mother figure for her

- They went on cute lunch dates frequently, for strolls around town with hot cocoa, and Melony even took Max shopping sometimes. It was the closest thing to a mom-like figure Max had ever experienced

- This made work more enjoyable too. She was worried that, upon changing venues, she’d have a hard time. Going from working with friends to working with strangers was scary as hell at first

- Eventually Melony tried to convince Max to do the gym challenge, thus starting that whole saga. She only decided to actually join in when Marnie decided to give it a shot too, encouraging Max to go along with her

- Melony and Piers both wanted to endorse Max so badly lol. Since Piers had already endorsed his sister though, they decided on having Melony do it

- (This never happened I don't think, BUT I love the idea of Piers and Melony bickering over who gets to endorse Max jkrengdrge)

- Partially because I’m indecisive and partially because Max is an extension of me, she doesn’t have a set team - she just swaps her pokemon out situationally (with her Misdreavus being the only exception to that), which made the gym challenge kind of easy on her. She had all the type matchups she needed, she just had to train them more

- Earns a corny nickname of DynaMax from fans (and keeps it after the challenge is over too, with those who recognize her), but is super anxious about all the attention

- She has a fling with Leon during the gym challenge

- Instead of them breaking up when she leaves the region like I’d originally had in Her Old Lore(tm), they break up before she even makes it to the end of the challenge, agreeing it’s probably for the best (from an ethics standpoint as well as just for each other)

- She doesn’t win! She made it to the finals and then got her ass whooped by Allister.

- (Sorry for the Champion Gloria and Victor erasure. Maybe another year was better to them)

- Because she didn’t win, things go back to normal for a bit

- Only abnormal thing is that after the gym challenge, her and Piers start dating

- They had been interested in each other for a long time - even shared their first kisses with each other, amongst plenty more after the fact - but didn’t want to mess things up

- It was Max dating Leon that made them both realize they should give each other a shot romantically. Max didn’t feel the same butterfrees and whatever, and Piers got jealous as fuck (although he wanted Max to be happy so he didn’t say anything)

- Things go amazingly with them actually, but they wind up breaking up on friendly terms when she decides to move to Paldea a few years later. It’s less actually wanting to break up, more just thinking the distance might be too hard to manage

- When she leaves for Paldea it’s because she wants to go to school, something she’d never gotten to do before. Knowing it’s prestigious and wanting a challenge, she enrolls in Uva

- She becomes a champion there, generally just follows the main quest lines from the game

- She canoodled Grusha. Having been an ice trainer for a while, they meshed well. Plus the playful bickering that turned into a romance was kinda cute and fun

- Aside from her champion duties, she also aids Jacq in his research on the side, as somewhat of a TA

- Eventually risks her life for Nemona in a black tera crystal battle!

- So basically they went into one with a really messed up, dummy strong, super pissed electric-tera type Gyarados

- It shoots a bolt at Nemona but Max runs over to block it

- She thinks she’s dead. In reality, Max goes into a coma. She doesn’t know that though as she gets an isekai to Hisui

- Hisui-era Max follows mostly the same plot as PLA, at least for now

- She and Volo have a romance, because of course they do. Half my OCs backstories are ship-driven ciwjvodkckdk

- She thinks she’s falling for the funny, lazy (when it comes to his job) nerd who is super nice and willing to help her through all the shit Jubilife puts her through

- As she regains her memories of her “real” life, she fuckin loses her marbles. Not only is she here because she “died” but she’s having a worse time than she could ever possibly imagine. Shit is dangerous in Hisui!!

- Eventually realizes Volo has been manipulating her all along. Loses some more of her marbles

- But, Volo’s feelings were still real. He did what he needed to do, but he ultimately offers to let Max rule the world he recreates alongside him

- With literally nothing to lose, Max accepts. Couldn’t possibly get any worse than it was, and at least if she was gonna be stuck with anyone it would be someone she admires to a certain degree

- Arceus is PISSED that she was gonna follow through, so it retracts her from Hisui before she can hand the plates over, as punishment. From Volo’s POV, she simply vanished, plates included

- Grusha, knowing how important Piers and Marnie were to Max (and also knowing them by proxy of all the FaceTimeing Max did with them), flew the two of them out to Paldea so they could be there for Max if and when she woke up

- The gym challenge had just ended before this so Marnie had the time, and Piers put his tour on hold

- Max wakes up. Again, she now thinks everything in Hisui was just a dream. A lot of crying happens (she was out for like a month or two real time, I think, but was in Hisui for a year or so, don’t ask me how this works idfk), both because she’s scared and because she’s happy to see her old friends and new ones all together.

- Feeling messed up by everything that just happened, she decides to move back to Galar. She wants the comfort of what she considered home, plus she doesn’t feel comfortable living in the same country she nearly died in

- Her and Grusha break up for the same reason she and Piers had. It’s all on friendly terms, but they don’t want to do distance.

- Piers is elated she’s coming back, but they both agree to take things slow. No dating resumes for a long while, but it does resume. First loves, still best friends, etc, it makes sense (I know irl it doesn’t always make sense BUT MINMAXSHIPPING IS MY OTPPPPPP)

- Okay so. You know how I said the isekai was real and Max really did time travel back to Hisui?

- Volo is real. Volo is immortal.

- He’s posing as a traveling merchant in modern-day, and just happens to be in Galar.

- So, a few months after Max wakes up, she runs into him.

- She’s terrified. How is he here? Wasn’t he just a figment from her dream? What was going on?

- Volo? He’s PISSED. He remembers everything: his heart being broken, his plan being ruined, his accomplice vanishing before his eyes. He puts on a facade though, for his own safety.

- Volo pretends to not recognize Max. When Max addresses him by name, he plays it coy, like, “Oh wow my goods are so popular in Galar that you know my name without me saying it? Pshh that’s weird, I’m flattered” etcetera

- That’s all I’ve got for now because I don’t want to set anything for beyond that yet, because idk how things will change when the next game comes out :’)

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sleepyscxry · 1 year

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Yandere Alastor x male reader

major trigger warning. This is my first post so it might be a bit crusty and dusty

your POV

I had fallen down to hell about a month ago. Already an overlord. I’ve killed a bunch of r@pists and disgusting souls. But I did find one place that was for redemption. I did not understand how someone gets an idea like that but I’m on my way to it to become an employee! God fucking damnit how did I get into this mess.. I got to the front door and knocked three heavy times. After a second a girl that looks sixteen or so. She looked at me as if I was half skinned. She slammed the door and I heard chattering. She opened the door. “Uhm.. hi” “hello there I saw a poster about this place and I thought I could lend a helping hand by gaurding this hotel of vermin.” “What do you mean by vermin?” “Ahahaaa r@pists, child @busers. And more!” “That does.. kinda make sense.. but you’re an overlord.. why do you care?” “Oh because I went through oh so much when I was alive, I am now Dead Set on killing every one who truly deserves it!”

Time skip

I had gotten used to the hotel a bit after an hour or two. But I saw a new face walking down the stairs. “Oh Charlie who might this be?” The man said. “Oh this is our new employee y/n!” “Pleasure to meet you darling! I am Alastor.” “Oh yeah I’ve heard quite a lot about you. Nice to finally meet someone close to my power range.” “Pardon?” “HOW DOES AN OVERLORD NOT KNOW AN OVERLORD?!” “No need to yell vaggie, Alastor I’m sorry to tell you but y/n is beginning to be the most powerful overlord there is.. even my dad is best friends with him..” “ohh your lucifers kid. He told me he had a daughter!” She smiled and looked at Alastor. “It’s my pleasure to meet you y/n but I must take care of some business.” “K have fun!” He turned around and grinned at me. “May I ask.. when did you die?” “Oh last month maybe month before that. No definitely last month on the 25th. Aka Christmas!” “Oh that’s so sad.. I’m so sorry to hear that.” “Meh I got the gift of death that’s plenty.”

time skip

I was at the bar and I ordered rum and coke. A very comforting drink. “So how did you get to become an overlord so fast?” “I was powerful when I was alive and I’m even more powerful in the afterlife. It just makes sense if you’ve known me for awhile.” “Thats cool.” “How did you get the form of a furry?” “Furry?” “Yeah it’s where your body represents a animal hybrid.” “Oh.. idk” “ah”

another time skip (I’m so sorry)

I went up to my new bedroom and it was pretty plan so with just a snap of my fingers it was as home like as can be. I laid down and tried to fall asleep. Keyword tried but I heard loud footsteps outside. I got my slippers on and looked outside my door. It was Alastor. “Alastor? What are you doing up?” “Oh y/n! I’m just doing a nightly stroll around the hotel. Would you like to join me?” “Uhm.. sure!” I walked out of my room and got beside him. “So.. do you do this every night?” “Yes I do! It’s good for tiring me for a good sleep!” “Yeah that makes sense.” We walked down the steps to the main room. He snapped his fingers and a fire started. “Let’s talk. Overlord to overlord haha.” “Ok” “so how did you die?” “Uhm.. some of my long lasting enemies tried drowning me and I hung myself on the tree closest to the lake.” “Oh wow..” “how did you? It’s only fair you tell me.” “I was mistaken for a deer and god shot in the head and a group of dogs finished me off.” “Oh that’s deep.. I wanted to die.. you didn’t.” “Oh I’m over it now. It’s quite fun here!” “Yeah.. I like seeing people suffer in their own sins..” “me as well.” I yawned. “I think I’m gonna head to bed. Goodnight Al.” “Goodnight darling.”

end of part 1

#Alastor #alastor x male reader #Hazbin hotel #gay #lgbt

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slifarianhawk · 7 months

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Chapter 29: survival (Wesker's P.O.V.)

Upon seeing Tabitha's unconscious form being rolled into her medical bay I felt a wave of relief wash over me. The bandages were barely bloody. She looked like she was sleeping peacefully, I am positive that she was at rest for once.

"You know you staring at her like that makes you seem more like a stalker rather than her husband," Gale said walking into the room I.V. in hand.

"And you would know that how, Chambers?" I asked a slight tone of irritation in my voice.

He shrugged and started to tap on Tabitha's left arm to find a vein, "So you are back in the picture ay boss? That's good for her. She's a great person when she's not a little lonely and depressed."

"She normally has to get I.V.s in her hand. She has rolling veins Chambers." I said taking her other hand in my own," She is so beautiful, I regret not choosing to come to find her supposed corpse after the Raccoon City incident. I remember when Birkin called me to tell me she passed. I was enraged and inconsolable. He had told me Sergei had killed her and was taking her corpse with Spencer out of Raccoon City."

"I know, I was the U.B.C.S. agent on that helicopter. She was leaning up against me cold as ice. But on oxygen and an I.V. of some drug keeping her alive and unconscious. Spencer handed Vladimir a vial and a syringe." He said poking the needle into Tabitha's left dorsal metacarpal vein.

"That was when he infected her with the angelis virus then," I said stroking her hair out of her face and adjusting my sunglasses.

"Yes, I think so at least. Who's that?" Gale asked and I turned my head.

"Albert, are you in here?" Excella said entering the medical bay.

"Excella will you prep my serum? I'll take it in here. I haven't had my dose this afternoon." I quickly said to get her to leave.

"Yes, Albert," She quickly said rushing out.

Gale looked at me slightly shaking his head ” Damnit Wesker you got a lot of bitches who want a piece of you, but not in hand-to-hand combat if you know what I mean. By the way, does that one bitch just piss you off cuz you told her to scram real quick since you sent her away so quickly?" He laughed and I felt my eyes flared slightly.

"That is none of your concern Chambers. Now back to the previous discussion. How long were you in the Russian base with my precious lotus?" I asked looking back at Tabitha.

"Winter of ninety-eight just after the Rockfort incident. I got infected by a Bandersnatch when Alfred lost control of his base. T was in her sleeper mode as I'd call it and Vladimir had her hair a silverfish color at the time. You might not have known it was her at the time but she was the one who caused the explosion where your face got badly burnt in Antarctica. She doesn't remember anything from her sleeper modes. Vladimir enjoyed telling her what she did when we returned. She damn near committed suicide. I had to stop her that time."

"I should get her in to see my psychologist based at the Tricell base. She was caused so much trauma by that bastard Sergei. My goddess deserves the best care." I said caressing her cheek.

She was going to be the mother of our new world, with Uroboros and the Angelis virus we are unstoppable. I just need my delicate lotus to be stable enough to keep herself safe when I'm not around. I was gone for so long from her life but still managed to love me enough to come find me. Even if it was under the guise of our daughter.

"There aren't many of us left are there Wesker?" Gale said standing in the door frame holding a picture of Rebecca

"What are you going on about Chambers?" I demanded to know being pulled from my train of thought.

"Us as Umbrellas pawns and S.T.A.R.S. survivors. We are the only three in the world that knew what happened that night and why." Gale said tucking away the photo and going for a lighter.

"You still have that old thing," I asked walking over and taking off my sunglasses.

"It has sentimental value, ya know. Barry gave me this on my first day in S.T.A.R.S. Barry said you might need this in the future kid keep it with ya, and he handed me this lighter. You were right when you told me that we survivors walk a difficult path, but I had Rebecca. You two on the other hand were fucked from the get-go. Sergei keeping you and her apart."

"It was difficult but in the end, we made it back to each other. How is Rebecca anyway?" I asked genuinely curious but was met by a dangerous glare.

"Leave my sister out of this Wesker. She is finally in a safe place and I'm not letting her back in the field just yet." Gale said turning to face me.

"I seemed to have touched a nerve, you are as hot-headed as you were in S.T.A.R.S. Chambers," I said with a smirk.

"Bet I could beat out your sorry ass now. I'm twice the combatant I was when I was vice-captain of the Bravo team." Gale said smugly.

"You couldn't even beat Tabitha when she had her ankle in a brace." I scoffed.

"Alright, we spar and if I win you keep Rebecca off the table with your plans." He said offering his hand out.

I was intrigued I used to take these bets with Tabitha, "What do I get if I win then Chambers?"

"I'll go back with you to Africa as long as I can continue my work with Phoenix Corps." Gale offered his hand still and firm.

"Alright deal but I must warn you even in her equinoxal state I still have not lost to Tabitha," I said.

"Follow me," Gale said walking out of Tabitha's med bay.

The walk was not long on the left-hand side of the vehicle bay was a large gym. Next to that was a glass room with judo mats along the floor. An Emblem of a blue and green Phoenix on the wall.

"This is where I train the recruits. Takea the best to make the best." Chambers said tossing aside his jacket and getting into a starting stance.

"So you think you can beat me Chambers? Let us see if what I taught you is still in that thick skull of yours." I said lunging at Gale at full speed landing a cobra strike on his chest.

Gale chuckles “Ok, wesker that was a nice little move there” Gale dashes forward towards me as I prepped my counter however, Gale sidesteps to the right and hits me square in the jaw.

"Not bad," I smirked wickedly grabbing onto the fist he just hit me with and slamming my heel into Gale's side holding on to his fist attempting to dislocate his shoulder, "but not good enough."

“Trying to break my arm this early wesker,” Gale says sarcastically.

Gale turns his body towards me trying to go for a body kick but I quickly catch him and throw him against a wall “Had enough yet Chambers”

"Come on we both know your wife hits harder than that." Gale cracks his neck standing up from the floor and unsheathing his Rambo knife, speeds behind me. In the blink of an eye, the tip of his blade snagged my left shoulder tearing it mildly into flesh.

"try and keep up Wesker." Gale mocked.

“You’ll pay for that dearly Chambers” I said slightly frustrated and charged for Gale.

Gale smirked quickly sidestepped and slashed my side.

Grabbing my side I growled, "Hmm and I know my dear lotus taught you not to get cocky."

I grabbed the blade, dislodging it from Gale's hand and throwing it into the wall. quickly spinning and I landed a palm strike on Gale's center of gravity.

Even though watching Chambers struggle to regain balance is entertaining I knew I had to end this. With a quick roundhouse kick to the face, I knocked Gale to the floor. Pinning him with my knee and resting my arm on his throat, “You may be faster Chambers, but your technique is severely flawed when it comes to superiors such as myself."

"Not bad boss not many can get me down." Gale coughs.

Tabitha walks in clapping, "Not bad for the first spar in years between my best student and my greatest treasure."

Hey everyone slifarianhawk here I partnered up with my co-writer to bring you this chapter have an amazing weekend next chapter will be a good one My name is Silfarianhawk and I'm not so far away.

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GIVE

Kurt’s sitting on Blaine’s couch and he is looking around. It’s clear that Quinn’s been here in the past four days, but Kurt and Blaine don’t mention it.

Blaine carefully puts some of her stuff aside, so that he can sit next to Kurt. He hands him a cup of coffee.

“Ah, yes, my personal kavarna,” Kurt jokes.

“They drink a lot of tea in this country, but I will always prefer coffee,” Blaine says.

He stares at his cup.

Quinn prefers tea. They planned on going to a teahouse at the Ljubljana river tomorrow, but that’s probably off the table. Blaine wasn’t kidding when he told Kurt that he has no idea where Quinn is. He was so caught up in finding Kurt that he kind of forgot, but he thinks that Quinn doesn’t mind.

Quinn.

That really is over.

There is so much that needs to be arranged. They live together. Everyone knows them as a couple. Blaine’s mom has been joking about grandkids for a while, Blaine’s dad always asks about Quinn, and Quinn’s mom constantly keeps looking for a wedding ring on her daughter’s finger. Cooper calls Quinn and Frannie his sisters as a joke, but there is a reason for it. All their friends from Yale and LA say they’re “couple goals”.

They love each other, but as friends. They both stumbled into this relationship because they thought this was the right thing to do and Blaine tried so hard to make it work and to force himself to be attracted to her, but it never happened.

It’s almost laughable how many signs there were.

He does feel bad about breaking her heart, but Quinn was right. He deserves to think about what he wants, and he wants Kurt.

Kurt who is sipping his coffee.

Kurt sees Blaine staring and he raises an eyebrow.

Blaine wants to tell Kurt that he’s beautiful, but he can’t, because he’s not supposed to think this way. He wants to add that it’s just an objective fact, not his own attraction towards him.

But then he remembers that he doesn’t have to add that, and that he can say it.

“You’re beautiful,” he says tentatively. It feels a bit weird to say, but it also feels right, because Kurt is beautiful, damnit.

Kurt looks pleasantly surprised. Then his face morphs into an easy smile and he returns the compliment.

This is one of those moments where Blaine realises it should’ve been obvious that he’s into Kurt, because his entire body feels warm and it’s a familiar feeling. He’s wanted Kurt’s appreciation ever since they met.

“What?” Kurt laughs.

“Just thinking,” Blaine replies.

Thinking. He recommends it.

“About what?” Kurt says playfully.

“You, obviously. Me.”

“Yeah?” Kurt slowly puts his hand on Blaine’s leg and Blaine feels a shock run through his body. Again, he’s never felt anything like this when he was with Quinn, and this is a simple touch.

“About how I’ve wanted this without realising,” Blaine adds on and he puts his hand on Kurt’s, “About how no one else, no woman, has made me feel like this.”

Kurt nods.

“Been there,” he says.

“Really?” Blaine asks, shocked.

Kurt uses one shoulder to shrug.

“When I was very young,” Kurt answers, “It’s probably still a bit different from your situation. I never thought I was straight, but that doesn’t mean I was ready to be gay. But by the time I was fifteen, I knew I either had to accept it or hate myself. Luckily, my dad and friends were super supportive, so I leapt out of that closet and never looked back. But that closet was there for a reason.”

“… Right.”

Kurt puts his coffee cup on the side table. Now he puts his other hand over Blaine’s.

“Blaine, you’re not entirely wrong. I didn’t expect to fall for a guy who hasn’t figured it all out,” Kurt starts and Blaine can feel the panic return. He’s finally calmed down, and now Kurt’s saying this? He knows he said that he wouldn’t take it personally, but it still stings.

“Oh,” Blaine says.

The alarmed look on Blaine’s face does make Kurt reassure him.

“I am not rejecting you!” he says immediately, “In fact, what I am trying to say is that even though I didn’t plan this, that doesn’t mean I don’t want to try.”

“Yeah?”

Kurt nods eagerly.

“As you said, you like me, I like you.”

“I don’t know what I can give you, though,” Blaine says quickly. He doesn’t want Kurt to reject him, but he also doesn’t want to give Kurt false hope. Blaine’s a mess. This morning, he woke up next to his then-girlfriend, and now he’s willing to date another man. “I’ve never done this before, not really. I don’t know what to do and I- I don’t want to fuck this up.”

“That’s fine by me,” Kurt says.

“Why didn’t you say so in the hallway?” Blaine ponders out loud and Kurt barks out a laugh.

“Oh sweetheart,” he laughs and the term of endearment makes butterflies fly in Blaine’s stomach, “You were trembling!”

He really was. It was a mix of fear and nervosity, but also adrenaline and hope.

“I suppose I was a mess.”

Kurt hums in agreement. He lets go of Blaine’s hand, but only so that he can take the coffee cup from Blaine’s hand. He sets it on the table next to his own.

“I wanted you to be calm and certain before I could do this,” Kurt says.

“Do what-”

Kurt grabs his face and he kisses Blaine.

Blaine didn’t really anticipate it, and he falls back against the arm of the couch, but he doesn’t mind. He kisses back and it’s even better than their first kiss at Kurt’s place. Now, Blaine fully lets himself enjoy this and it is so good.

He grabs the back of Kurt’s head, just like he did before, to push him closer.

To Blaine’s surprise, Kurt basically climbs on top of him. He lets out a surprised sound and Kurt stops.

“Is this okay?” he asks when they realise Kurt’s basically in Blaine’s lap.

“Yeah,” Blaine says breathlessly.

Kurt leans down to kiss him some more and Blaine puts his hands on Kurt’s waist. The two of them keep making out and Blaine is revelling in it. He didn’t know kissing someone could be this nice. All this time he’s been trying to evoke this feeling by being with Quinn, but this is what he wants.

He actually wants this.

With Quinn, he would try to make himself interested by making out with her, like when he did this afternoon during the rugby game, but now he understands that it was all for nothing. When he was with Quinn, he didn’t let himself think. It was fine, and good, and it was just something they did and the moment he started thinking about it, it all went downhill.

But if kissing Quinn was just fine and good, then kissing Kurt is absolutely fucking phenomenal. Here, he can’t stop thinking about what he wants, and he desperately wants Kurt.

“Kurt?” he asks through the kisses, “Can I… uh…”

“What is it?” Kurt asks.

“I- I… Can I?” Blaine reaches for the buttons of Kurt’s fancy shirt.

Kurt nods eagerly.

“Can I also make a suggestion?” Kurt asks while he helps Blaine with the buttons. There are a lot, since Kurt wears a lot of interesting clothing pieces and normally Blaine would appreciate it, but now he wants them gone.

Blaine nods.

“Whatever you want. You might have to guide me through it, though,” Blaine laughs. He’s never been with another guy before, but Kurt luckily knows that.

“Can we move this to somewhere more comfortable?” Kurt asks.

“Yeah, yeah,” Blaine says. That is a great idea.

Kurt takes Blaine’s hand and together they walk to the bedroom. Blaine is a bit anxious, but also excited. He wanted to take things slowly, but the moment he’s on top of Kurt he realises that those plans have flown out of the window and he couldn’t care less.

Blaine also takes off his shirt and a shiver goes down his spine when he sees the way Kurt looks at him.

“Uh. Tell me what to do,” Blaine says lamely as he’s hovering over Kurt.

Kurt puts his hand over his eyes and he lets out a laugh. Blaine doesn’t know if he’s supposed to feel self-conscious, but he doesn’t, since he’s distracted by the sound of Kurt’s laugh.

“Come here,” Kurt takes Blaine’s hand and he guides it down his stomach, “Is this okay?”

Blaine knows where this is heading and he thinks this is more than okay. He wants this. He tells himself that he’s allowed to want this and he believes it. And it feels great.

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