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justjams2003 · 3 months

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Fast Pace- 14

I'd just like to thank @multi-universe21 for the Spanish Translations for these last two chapters.

Summary: You're a hard-working Chef in Paris and after a freak accident run-in with Carlos Sainz, your life makes a 180. Let's just say with a certain agreement, you get your bills paid and in return stand in as Carlos' girlfriend for the press. But will you be able to handle the pressure and ensure the lines don't blur?

Pairing: Sugar Daddy!Carlos Sainz x Sugar Baby!Reader

Warnings: I've aged up Carlos, he is 33 in this fic. Smut (Actually this time!!), sexual themes, age difference, manipulation, control, slight obsession, the word 'daddy', nudity, i guess Instagram posts?? Tell me if I missed any

Taglist: @httpjeonlicious, @f1lov3r, @messersandmesses, @hollie911, @oriconde08 @thehufflepuffavenger1 @fanboyluvr @thatgirlmj @whyamireadingthis @oriconde08 @depressedriches @roseseraj @skepvids @sain55wifey @distinguishedvoidlady @amatswimming @sachaa-ff @lightdragonrayne @lazybot @formula1mount @fangirl-dot-com @saintslewis @carlossainzwho @lordpercevalcharles @topguncultleader @kitixie @serp3ns0rtiae @hangmandruigandmav @therealone4r @keii134 @dark-night-sky-99 @jax-the-oregonian @hachrinnen @formulaal

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Masterlist

Part 13 ~Part 15 (coming soon)

Glamour

“Y/N Y/S/N; the new ambassador for Armani Beauty.”

Elle Magazine

“Y/N Y/S/N looks simply gorgeous in the new Armani Beauty: My Way perfume ad.”

Vogue Magazine

“Y/N Y/S/N puts new handbag brand DeMellier on the map with a stunning ad.”

Us Weekly

“Does Y/N Y/S/N deserve her new found fame, or has it been sped up by boyfriend Carlos Sainz?”

Us Weekly

“Y/N Y/S/N’s fame has skyrocketed in the past view months, going from a mere 200 followers to 2 million in 3 months.”

E!News

“Carlos Sainz and his girlfriend seen in Madrid. Her Instagram shows them moving in together.”

Y/N’s_username 05 October 2023

Liked by: CarlosSainz55, Charles_Leclerc, Alexandrasaintmleux, francisca.cgomes and 556,794 more. Caption: What more could a girl ask for? The perfect birthday, the perfect boyfriend and the perfect life. 24 Years but this one has been the best, all thanks to you, Mon amour. 💘 Tagged: CarlosSainz55 Comments: CarlosSainz55: So much love for you Mi amor, happy birthday 💝

Charles_Leclerc: Happy Birthday Y/N, you make Carlos so happy.

Charles_Leclerc: P.s. Carlos, you’re setting the bar too high.

Alexandrasaintmleux: Happy Birthday, gorgeous! 💕

Francisca.cgomes: Happy Birthday, you amazing girl! So happy to have you part of the wags. To so many more get aways during those boring media days. 👀💖💖

Username1: Y/N’s getting that princess treatment👀 Username2: Is it princess treatment or is she getting that sugar baby money? Username1: No way, look at them! They’re in love. Username2: What I can’t look past is that age gap👀

Username3: The nicknames they have for each other? When is it my turn😭

Username4: That’s a ten year age gap! That’s not right. Username5: I think it’s hot.

Username5: Someone play Lana Del Rey.

Y/N’susername 13 November 2023

Liked by: CarlosSainz55, Charles_Leclerc, Alexandrasaintmleux, francisca.cgomes, LandoNorris and 493,618 more. Sun, beach and the love of my life. Tagged: CarlosSainz55

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CarlosSainz55: What more could I want?

Username1: Dead. She’s killed us all.

Username2: I’d love to be those rocks. Lurking.

Username3: She’s living my dream life 😭

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F1News

“Carlos Sainz’s car is wrecked after driving over manhole cover.”

F1News

“Carlos Sainz receives penalty after having to replace his Chassis.”

F1News

“People are enraged after Carlos Sainz’s got recked during the train wreck that is the Las Vegas GP.”

Your heart is pounding as the loud bang rings through the entire paddock. You hadn’t been watching the practice, you’d been enjoying a drink with Alex. It is Las Vegas after all, you’re there more to party than to watch the race. But the sound has you disregarding the drink entirely. Your eyes scan all over the hospitality, trying to find a tv or something to see what happened.

But when you do see that classic red Ferrar with the stripped 55 painted on illuminate in a huge cloud of sparks, your heart sinks into your shoes. That’s a lot more than normal, not to mention the sound has you panicking. You run through the hospitality sector all the way to the garage, right in time to see him box.

Carlos doesn’t climb out instantly, he just sits there in the seat, his head lulled back on the headrest. It makes your heart race even more. He said on the coms that he’s okay, but this isn’t much of a good sign. You can hear Caco in his hears telling me that he’s okay and everything will be alright. But, it’s not the same.

Eventually though, he does climb out. Slowly at that, each of his movements happen at a snail’s pace. Even with his helmet off, he doesn’t instantly find you. He just kind of stands there, still in shock. So instead, you find him. Not caring for the engineers. You wrap your arms tightly around him, he weighs heavy in your arms as if he’s leaning all your weight on him.

“Are you okay? You scared me half to death.” He lets out an airy chuckle. “I’m sorry, mi futura esposa, I’m sorry.” Carlos’ voice is just as heavy as him. “What happened?” Caco comes next to you, more worried for his cousin than the formula one driver. Carlos sighs, his arm still wrapped around your waist, with you close by his side.

“I don’t know. I hit something on the road and all of the suddenly I couldn’t feel my legs and all I saw were sparks.” His eyes seem more scared than usual. “Come on, we’ll go get you checked out.” He agrees with you.

“The engineers say the car is fucked. Completely shred the floor, your seat was exposed to the track. They say you’re incredibly lucky that you made it out unscathed.” Caco reports to Carlos while he’s being checked by the doctor. Carlos’ eyes finds your form when Caco says he’s luckily. “They say you won’t be able to drive fp3.”

The driver sighs and just nods, he hasn’t let go of your hand but refuses to meet your eyes. “Carlos, you seem more shaken up than usual.” You rub circles on his back after the doctor cleared him and told him to rest. The driver again sighs, “I don’t know what it is. I couldn’t feel or control my legs and it scared me. I couldn’t control the car and all I could think about was you.”

Now finally his eyes peer into yours. You can see tears on the back of his eyes. Fear and worry all mix into one. You coo and pull him closer to you. “All I could was what if I become paralyzed? I can’t provide for you anymore. I’d rather have died than have you see me like that.” You have to stifle a laugh because to you it seems almost silly.

You pull his head against your chest, wrapping your arms around him and your fingers deep into his locks. “Don’t you remember, Carlos? We’re more than just money now. We've talked about it before, marriage, kids, the whole thing. You know I’d be with you, even if you were on the streets. It seems that crash really did a number on you.” You ruffle his hair with your fist, forcing his giggles out.

“This is so fucking stupid!” His voice booms through the garage. People run to hide, trying not to be on the receiving end of Carlos’ anger. Or even worse, make him even angrier. Not you, you sit right where you are. Everything in you wants to go and comfort him, but you know that’ll only make it worse, he hates it when you see him angry. He says it’s not for you, you should only see him angry, when you want him angry. He’ll find you when he’s ready.

Not this time. He finds you, in the middle of taking photos with you assistant. Carlos grabs you by the arm and begins to drag you. “Come.” It’s all he says and you’re struggling to keep up with his pace. “Carlos, what happened?” He doesn’t say a word but soon enough you hear the door slam shut. Your back is shoved up against the same door with the same aggression that it was slammed shut.

Carlos’ lips attack yours with a vigour. While yes it’s true that ever since you kissed him at the Singapore Grand Prix, its been hard to keep his lips off you, it’s never been this assertory. He’s pressed his body hard against yours. His tongue is roaming your mouth. His hands wander about your body, until it starts creeping up your shirt. It’s as if he’s trying to become you, fore himself into your shoes. That’s when it has to stop.

With a gentle push against his chest, and the call out of his name, he stops. His brows pulled together, fury still sharp in his eyes, but not towards you. “Carlos, I know this isn’t how you planned this. I won’t mind, but I don’t want you to jump the gun just because you’re upset.” His gaze goes softer before he pulls you in for the tightest hug.

His head is in the crook of your neck, “I’m sorry, mi futura esposa, it’s just such bullshit.” There is that nickname again, he forbade you from googling it. “What is?” He sighs and then lets go of you. He takes off his hat and rakes it through his hair, all while taking a seat on the couch. “Ten place grid penalty. After I would’ve been in second.”

Carlos looks so beat up, completely hopeless and you just want to take away all his hurt. Even feeling the need to cry for him. This has been a great year for him, and now such nonsense. “I’m sorry, Mon Amour. You’re right, it’s not fair. It’s their fault, can’t you appeal?” He nods but still with a puff of air. “We are appealing, but it’s unlikely that it’ll change.”

You push out your bottom lip, he chuckles at your reaction. “Come with, I’m sure your pout will make them change their mind.” He pulls you closer by the waist and rests his head on your stomach. Clearly he’s exhausted. Your hands rake through his hair, hoping it helps even just a little. “Carlos?” He doesn’t even bother to raise his head, but he does hum in reply.

“You promised you’d go clubbing with me, but I don’t want you to go if you’re too tired.” He raises his head and then shakes it no. “Don’t worry, mi futura esposa, it’ll help be burn off some steam.” It warms your heart that he always does so much for you. “You mean it?” He stands up, and gives you a peck on the lips. “Of course, mi futura esposa, you can wear that new necklace I got you.”

Sweaty bodies push against the other. You don’t notice, because only one body is touching yours. Carlos’ hands are on your hips as you move to the rhythm. He’s got his shirt buttoned down low, and he just looks so delectable. As if he should be the perfume model between the two of you. You can tell he’s already starting to feel better.

Neither of you have really drunk anything, you’re just high on each other. Enjoying the other’s touch and the music. Soon though, the few mocktails you had catch up to you, Carlos waits outside the bathroom. You can still hear the music, but it doesn’t thud as loud. You can finally her your own thoughts and someone calling your name.

Only to turn around and see Jasmine and Ilsa. They both greet you with smiles, “Y/N, what are you doing here?” They ask, wanting to go in for a hug but you just give them the cold shoulder. “It’s the Las Vegas Grand Prix, why else would I be here? Better question, why are you two here.” Their smiles falter just a bit.

“We’re on a girls trip. We wanted to invite you, but you blocked us on everything...” Jas explains, you don’t remember doing that. Maybe Carlos did, he does have access to everything after all. If he decided to block them, then it’s the better option. You haven’t missed them one bit, after all you rarely saw them anymore.

You cross your arms, “You planned a girls trip to Las Vegas, on the weekend of the GP and didn’t expect to see me? Strange coincidence huh?” They grimace at your words. “Did Carlos buy you that?” It’s Ilsa this time, her words are more sour. You touch the diamond necklace sitting comfortably on your neck and nod.

“It was a birthday present.” She scoffs and rolls her eyes. “No, Y/N, it was the cost of your family. You’ve sold off every sign of yourself just for the glamourous life.” Her words are sharp like the diamonds you’re wearing. But what does she know? Never before have you been happier. You have nothing to worry about.

Your assistant books your modelling jobs, takes your photos, makes the videos. Carlos takes you everywhere with him, and you don’t even have to plan a single thing. You haven’t thought about money or the cost of something in months. Not to mention you’re healthier than ever. You haven’t gotten sick this whole time and your confidence has sky-rocketed. And all you really have to do in return is be yourself.

“Really? Is that how you see it?” She glares you down for your words. “It’s true though, isn’t it? You gave up us, your family, your future and passion for cheffing. All for what? Some diamonds and dick?” What? Is that really something she just said? Losing them was clearly the better thing to do.

“If you guys had really known me, you would’ve known that cheffing has never been my true passion, so clearly giving you and that up was the better choice. And I haven’t lost a family, I’ve gained a better one. Because the Sainz has welcomed me with open arms and have treated me better than those fuckers ever did. So excuse me for living a happy life, and not choosing to suffer like you lot!”

Us Weekly

“Y/N Y/S/N says she has met her idol after talking with Madeleine White at Las Vegas GP.”

Us Weekly

“Carlos Sainz and his girlfriend seen blowing off steam after horrible first practice.”

Glamour Magazine

“People are shocked as Y/N Y/S/N is seen wearing $300k worth in diamonds, sources states it’s one of her many birthday presents.”

Gossip Magazine

“Y/N Y/S/N’s party looks this Las Vegas Grand Prix:

Y/N’susername 9 December 2023

Liked by CarlosSainz55, landonorris, charles_leclerc and 539,072 more It is such an honour that Dior allowed me to wear one of their vintage dresses. Much more to come between us. So proud of Mon amour for all that he has accomplished this year. Next year will be our year, Ferrari. 😘 Tagged: CarlosSainz55

Comments:

CarlosSainz55: So honoured to call you mine. You looked gorgeous, mi amour.

CarlosSainz55: Also you promised you wouldn’t post that last picture😭 Y/N’susername: But you look so cute😫 Y/N’susername: Not to mention, I need to give the people what they want!

Charles_Leclerc: These two were inseparable🤚

LandoNorris: Y/N, you’re taking my spot 😭 Y/N’susername: Don’t worry, he still talks about you all the time. LandoNorris: That’s not enough😭

Username1: Mother is mothering.

Username2: That caption can’t mean nothing👀 Username1: Mother is a mastermind...

Username3: Y/N x Dior coming soon??

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CarlosSainz55 26 December 2023

Liked by Y/N’susername, LandoNorris, Charlec_Leclerc and 639,706 more Our first Christmas together and I loved every second of it. Missing the racing, missing the fans. Can’t help but feel loved. Tagged: Y/N’susername

Comments:

Y/N’susername: 💖💖

Y/N’susername: Hope you enjoy your present😘

Username1: Missing F1 so much😭

Username2: Damn...Carlos got himself a baddy👀

Username3: No one cares about her, we just want more Ferrari! CarlosSainz55: If you care about me, you have to care about her. All replies have been deleted.

Y/N’susername 26 December 2023

Liked by CarlosSainz55, Charles_Leclerc, Alexandrasaintmleux, francisca.cgomes, LandoNorris and 497,309 more It’s a nice car and all but all I really wanted for Christmas, is you😘 tagged: CarlosSainz55

CarlosSainz55: But the car was a pretty good present, wasn’t it? Y/N’susername: I won’t lie, I love it so much😍

Alexandrasaintmleux: How did you get Carlos to do the last photo? 😆 Y/N’susername: He does just about anything I ask 🤷😝

LandoNorris: Damn, Carlos, she has you whipped 😆 Y/N’susername: You know it😉 CarlosSainz55: Who wouldn’t be😍

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The sun is blazing down on you, you’ve gotten a much more golden colour since you’ve been with Carlos. Even so, he insists that he wears sunscreen. Not that he needs the sun. As he stands now, chiselled and defined, glowing like a hot flame, he’s the perfect advertisement for Spain and lust.

Lust especially, when he looks at you as he does now. He hasn’t looked away from you for the past few minutes now. Carlos is drinking up every inch of your form. Soon enough, his trance is broken as he makes his way to you. His hand follows the curve of your leg all the way to your middle.

“Have I told you how beautiful you look today?” He whispers into your ear, handing you the mojito he had just made for you. You hum, “Only in passing, but never in enough detail.” He chuckles but then looks so giddy. “Let me make that right then.” He takes your free hand and places a kiss on your knuckles.

“I’d like to think your beauty surpasses that of any other. The Greek statues in Athens, we’re all modelled after you. But none of them achieved, because they haven’t truly captured you. The statues do not smile, they do not laugh, they do not love me the way you do.” His words are like sweet melodies, but like said before, it’s much more detailed than before.

But the reason for it is revealed, when from his swim shorts he pulls out a velvet red box, now you really notice than he is down on one knee. The tears pool in your eyes. “This might seem crazy, and I know it’s only been six months, but you told me yourself you like a fast pace.” A chuckle escapes the both of and you can see happy tears in his eyes.

“I’m crazy about you, absolutely obsessed. You’ve changed me, changed the way I think, forever, and I can only imagine the man I’ll be if we spend forever together. So, will you become mi futura esposa and marry me?” The answer slips out before a thought even makes it way through you. “Yes. Yes, of course, yes.”

He slips the ring over your finger, not fast enough for your lips to find each other. His passion is even more than the night in Vegas. So, so much more. But this time, it’s filled with so much loved. Placed intention of showing you that you won’t regret this decision. Before you know it, his arms are under your legs and he places you on the only bed in the yacht.

Carlos’ lips are all over your body. His hands expertly slip your bikini from your body. “Joder, nena, he esperado tanto para esto.” He says in between kisses, his lips leaving marks wherever he goes. Before long, his hands cup around your boobs. He pulls and plucks, sparks of pleasure roll over you. “English, Carlos.”

He chuckles and shakes his head, “No, no mi prometida, my brain can’t translate now.” You laugh but it quickly turns into a moan when he cups your groan. His fingers find your clit within an instant. He has you moaning and begging his name quite easily. Luckily for you, you’re in the middle of the ocean and can be as loud as you want.

“Hmm, nena, quiero, quiero, taste you. But, no puedo esperar más, need to be inside you.” His tongue is struggling to keep up with his mind. His languages mixing into one big mix because you’re the only thing he can focus on. It doesn’t help that each time he rolls his r it makes you even wetter than he already has you.

He slides his swim shorts off, and your eyes go big at his sheer size. You’d eye him in race suit before, but it’s nothing compared to the real thing. But his lips swallow your worries. “No te preocupes, cariño, you can take me, I’ll be gentle.” He lines himself up with you, then holds onto you shoulders and guides himself inside you.

It’s as if you fit together like puzzle pieces. Yes, it does burn at first, but complying with your pleas, he begins to moves. A slow gentle pace, te sientes tan bien, mi amor,” he comforts by your ear. Whispering praises, “You’re so tight,” along with his kisses and nibbles. He has you in the seventh heaven.

All you can feel is him buried deep inside you, along with his gentle touches and longing kisses. All you can smell is him, he doesn’t smell like burnt tired anymore. No, he smells like the ocean and the new perfume you got him for Christmas. All you can hear is his praises, him whisper about your wet self and how you’re his. “Mine, only mine.”

Soon enough, the knot in your stomach makes itself known. And he too, begins to increase his speed. In a sudden and rapid rise, you both reach your climax. Maybe you sooner than him, but there is little control or judgement now. All that there is love for the other. And the bliss of finally be able to feel his body warm in yours.

What could possibly ruin this?

Lemme just say, this chapter and the next took forever to make, just because of all the Instagram posts. Just a props for all the fic authors who do this as their primary works. So nervous for the feedback on the Instagram posts, I've never done them before!

Also, shameless plug for my Landing: @CreativeRobot_

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Although there is only one chapter left...

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chemicallady · 7 months

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I WANNA FEEL LOVE AGAIN

Part 1

Couple: Noah Sebastian x Fem!Reader

Content Warning: none. It's gonna be a slow burn, baby! Just a couple of bad words and some references to sexual intercorse. Should I add Matt to the warming just because it's part of this?

Taglist: @ada-clarence, @badalmondzzzz, my wifey @starsomens

Summary: Reader is Matt's sister and PR for Bad Omens. After a long relationship that ended quite bad, with her brother help, she decides to give herself a fresh new start in Los Angeles.

A/N: from now on, I'll post my notes at the end of the chapter to avoid spoilers!

As always this is just a product of fiction, nothing in this ff is real, my intention is to entertain myself and all of you.

Enjoy 🐕

I don't know if I count, but I'm trying my best.

This is not a story with a happy ending.

This is not one of those scenarios in which the grumpy old brother, after a significant amount of time, realises that his sister and his bestfriend are in love and the two of you can live happily ever after.

This is the real life, not an urban fairytale.

And there's a lot to unpack, emotionally.

First of all, you and Noah are not in love. You weren't aware of who he was before an hour ago. In your head you can ear in loop Eric, Eric, Eric, and it's fucking annoying that you actually had had the feeling you know him but you didn't recognised his throat tattoo after licking it. Or his nose. He has the most perfect nose you've ever seen, but nothing. It's not even an excuse that you haven't seen each other for three years because Matt shares videos from their gig on weekly basis, when on tour.

It's the fucking Clark Kent paradox, but instead of a pair of glasses, he got those long, perfect silk hair cut.

Losing the 25% of his charm, in your modest opinion.

But it doesn't matter.

Because when you met Eric, your first impression was that he seemed to be genuine, but shy maybe, in a good way a bit weird.

But genuine.

He is not genuine for the fuck sake! He lied on who he is and now you both have a problem.

Matt hasn't noticed yet, but only because he's too invested in the production of the music video to connect the dots. The way Noah stood in front of you, paralyzed, without talking, was loud enough for someone to notice.

You're sure about that.

After that stupid exchange of words you ran back inside the house telling everyone that it's too hot and you are not use yet to California's sunny day.

Dumbest excuse ever since is almost november, and Texas is warmer than here. But it worked so you can sit on the kitchen counter, and reflect about how much fucked up you are.

This is not even a story in which the main character is overreacting. You're Not. Matt has always hated every boy who laid and eye on you. From the very first boyfriend in mid school to a couple of classmates in highschool that just asked for your help with homeworks. Then, Shawn. He has never tollerated Shawn even if the rest of your family accepted him as a son. Matt never made up a scene in front of him or mistreated him in any way. But behind his back, he talked a lot shit, made you furious every time. He said that Shawn wasn't genuine enough (this adjective is starting to sound funny, at this point), caring enough, that he was drinking too much at your parents dinner table, that he looked too possessive.

In your modest opinion, your brother is terrible in judging others. For real. The issue on the table is always the same one; he is afraid you can get hurt. Matt can't physically stand the sight of you crying or being miserable.

Now, after this long mental digression, it's fair to say that he doesn't have to know. Absolutely. And you need Noah to be on the same page about that. You have to cut any contact with him that is not related to work. The date you have for friday is deleted.

It's sad because you really enjoyed having Eric around.

But he's not fucking Eric.

You don't have the chance to speak face to face with noah until after lunch. When the nerds move on Orie's room to give a first look at the unprocessed scenes and Jolly joined Folio in the pool, Noah is the one who actually comes looking for you.

You are on the sofa, petting Harper. He indulges just one second on the sight of you cuddling the adorable princess of the hous, before take a seat next to you. 《 Harp likes you.》

《 Well, she is not the only one. Isn't she?》

Noah release a long, loud sigh, while is cheeks get pink-ish. 《 You really are outspoken, are you?》. He gives a look at you, straight into your eyes. You are ready. You can feel how reticent he is right now, almost scared to say the wrong thing. 《 You are not gonna tell your brother about...》

《 About you eating me out in you car?》 It's your question, whispered between the two of you like the biggest secret in the world. 《 initially he won't believe us, but further investigations will follow; Maybe he will take the fingerprints from the back window. My hands were there while you were fucking me from behind. And he loves CSI.》

《 I'm serious. Are you going to tell him?》

And he is serious. You were joking, maybe because you feel a little embarrassed, maybe because your dad is right when he says that making fun about serious situations sometimes helps in facing them. But Noah on the other hand doesn't look amused. He looks like thinks you're mocking him.

So you hinale deeply, before looking back at him, leaving all your bullshit behind. And that's the moment in which you start to feel how tense the situation is. 《 I would rather chop my own foot than telling him I fuck with his best friend. He's gonna be furious. To me, but also to you. Do you have any deathwishies? Because I just got a fresh new start and I intend to survive the beginning of the week.》

Noah nods with a slow motion. He seems to have already evaluated any bad scenarios and keep it quiet is for the best of all of you. Especially Matt, who doesn't deserve to end up in jail. 《 So it's a secret between you and me now, Vanessa.》

《Don't you even try to use this card against me, Eric. 》

Noah brings his hands to his eyes. He looks even more concerned than you are. Matt once told you that Noah never had a real family, growing up. He was always on his own, so he formed a family with the friends he chose. Probably he is scared to disappoint Matt as much as you are.

《 Why you lie? Why you told me your name was Eric?》

With another sigh, Noah looked back at you. 《 I don't know. Sometime I ... fuck, you're going to have a bad first impression of me.》

《 Don't worry. I already had a bad first impression of you. 》

When he see you smile softly, he chuckles. It's pure tension right now and not the good one. He is living the horror of being caught with his hands in your honey jar. 《 ...When I meet a girl that sounds like troubles, I never bring her home and I give her a fake name.》

《 Did I sound like a troubles, to you?》

《 Yes because I knew I've already seen you.... but I couldn't recall were or when. And when you told me you had just moved in with your brother for a second I thought 'oh shit its y/n, her tits got bigger'. But then you lie as well and I believe I was in the safe.》

《 You didn't remember anything else but my breast size?》

It makes sense.

In some ways.

Half of fault is on both of you.

《 Sorry I lied》 , he says while rising from the sofa, ready to join his friends and check how the video is going 《 and sorry for... you know. 》

《 ah, don't say anything, we both enjoyed that part》 .

《 yeah, it was...》 Noah stays a couple of second in silence before biting both is lips. 《 We have to stop anyway. I cant loose Matt and he gave us a lecture about NOT fucking around with you, before you arrived.》

Now it's your time to sigh loudly. Yeah, you have seen that coming. But it's fine since you and Noah didn't planned it. You call it a casuality more than an incident.

You haven't big aspectation on Eric, anyway.

You feel like you've lost the capability of love long, after Shawn.

《 I agree. It's not gonna happen again》.

He smiles at you in relieve and you feel the same. 《 Can wait to work with you, than 》

《Otherwise》

He waves his hand before turning around and leave you in the living room. Harper is licking your hand so you start to pet her again, feeling better.

Matt will never know about your rendezvous.

You're washing the dishes after dinner, while Matt is picking up a movie. Even if you convinced yourself that you and Noah took the most resonable way, and also your conversation was short but clearifyng, you cant help yourself but feeling a bit down because you're not going to meet Eric anymore. And you know that Eric doesn't even exist. You will see Noah on a daily basis, and this will help a lot in moving on, but it's gonna be tough for the first week or two.

Because you and Noah are not in love, but you can feel the first syntomps of a beginning crush. Which is legit because Noah is funny and goofy and good-looking. More than that, he was nice to you and didn't force you in silence or nothing. You two have a conversation and reach an easy solution that makes everyone safe. Safe from Matt. After clearing the air, he also asked you for some advices because he never had a PR. It's his job usually and the two of you should work on that together. The prospective makes you nervous since you have no clue about the job itself, and Matt noticed. You know he did.

And you also know that he was waiting the vulnerable silence of your shared flat to talk about this with you.

《 What's wrong with Noah?》

You don't look back at him, rinsing the dishes from the soap. 《 What about Noah?》

《 He froze when he saw you this morning. And then you didn't look so happy about working with him》.

Matt and his way to be fucking direct.

You scroll your shoulders, epically good in lying. 《 I can't tell about him freezing in front of me. But I'm not looking forward to be his assistant and bring him his favorite brand of coffe.... or fold his underwares.》

《 That's not your job. He can make his own caffè and he won't let you fold any of his clothes. Trust me, that man on the edge of an OC diagnosis 》. You mumble something about being good in folding clothes while Matt approaches you, crossing his arm on his chest. 《 C'mon. Do I have to pull the big deal out of you kicking your ass?》

You're trapped because you two are too similar. You can read your brother like a book written for kids. Really dumb kids. And it's the same for him. You can't fool him too long.

《 Alright. I met a guy at the gym. He's name is Eric and he looked nice, but now I'm convinced that he's fake like a three dollar coin. Happy?》

You wait for the ocean of question that Matt is going to storm on you, but.... Nothing. He simply exhales before helping you, drying the dishes and the glasses with a cloat. You feel like you just turned twelve again and he was always around helping with the cores your mom gave you.

《 It's good that you're moving on fast. When I brought you here, I was afraid to see you again in the sane state you were in Texas. Close in your own room, drowing your bad feelings under the blankets. It's a good thing that you go to the gym and meet new people but be careful. People in LA are different from what you're used to. 》

You don't know what to say. You were aspecting Matt to start a lecture about rushing your new life and instead you got a boost. That's a progress.

《 Thanks for the advice》.

《 Just text me every time you're with him. And send me the position in real time so I can check.》

There he is! 《 You almost got me scared. I was wandering where my medieval-mind brother was. 》

《 Shut up!》

A soft laught leaves your mounth while he pours so water from the sink on you. And you oblige, doing it back on him. 《 I won't see Eric again, anyway.》

《 Who's Eric?》

《 Gym guy. He left.》

Matt finished drying the last fork before push you a little, playfully. 《 What did you say to make him run?》

《 Nothing! You asshole!》

The two of you reach the sofa, but apparently he is not done with the conversation. 《 Can you promise just two things?》

《 Alright, shoot》

《 In case this guy will be back and you won't be interested, just call Noah. He is enrolled to the same gym》.

You have to do your best to not laugh or betray yourself in any way. 《 Promise. What else?》

《 You are more than allowed to look for some happiness. You deserve to be loved by someone who is not an idiot as Shawn. Someone who sees the real you.》 You smile with some commotion to these beautiful words, reaching for his hand on the cushion in between you two. 《 But please never date anyone from the crew. No one wants drama while we're hitting the road.》

The smile froze on your lips without giving your brain the chance to process why you suddenly feel so .... disappointed.

《 y/n, pinkie promise?》

A bit reluctant, you grab his pinkie with yours, like you have done billions of time.

《 I promise》.

And you really hope you will be able to keep it.

It takes six days to meet again Noah at the gym. Matt helped you find a class about management and public relations, and day after day, you're learning how you can be useful for the band. Working on websites, taking care of the agenda, and defining schedules sounds scary, but you feel more confident day after day.

Noah is sitting outside his jujitsu class, his mitts next to him, and some bandage in his hand. The other one is busy scrolling the screen of his iPhone. You're reticent in bump into him, but just for a second. You know that if you start to avoid him, it will be a bad habit to lose. So you approach greeting him.

He looks surprised, but just for a couple of seconds, while he's buring the cellphone in his shorts' pocket. 《 How is yoga going?》

《 Fine, nothing noticeable》 , you take a seat next to him, smiling. 《 How jujitsu is going?》

《 Today, not so good》 he answers, showing you his brushed knuckles. Some blood on the right hand is almost dry. 《 I have to change my mitts. These are fucked.》

That's an amazing start of conversation for two people who had sex and then started to pretend that never happened in less than 24 hours.

《 Let me help you with that.》 With a nod, you indicate the bandages. He slowly gives the box to you, and after cleaning your hands with the sanitizer you have in your gym bag, you start to wrap the bandages around his hand gently.

《 How's school going? Matt said that you're taking it so seriously》. There is something in his voice that is illegible. Is he mocking you? Or maybe he is amused? You're focused on his hands to pay attention to his sminking face.

《 Well, I'm supposed to, right?》

《 Why? Why do you want to work with us? I mean... you can find a job as a piercer. I saw you in action and you're really good at it. 》

After fixing his left hand, you proceed to the other one, avoiding his gaze. 《 Do you want me to be honest?》

《 You can be honest, or you can be Vanessa 》.

A sigh escapes from your lips, uncontrolled. The audacity of this bitch. 《 Because I want the money. Because I want to spend a lot of time with my brother. Because I want to choose my job and leave the one my prick ex chose for me behind. Because I have nothing left to lose. I want to love my life again, waking up in the morning with a purpose.》

You have no idea why you're opening up to someone you barely know. But it is what it is. You can't have a fresh new start if you are not honest with yourself.

And when you look at Noah, you find respect in his gaze. 《 You just move in LA, and i'm not gonna lie to you: it's hard work. Are you sure you can take this?》

《 I'm used to fight any battle at my lowest》 it's your answer. The most honest one you can guarantee to him. 《 I'm ready to drag myself if it's necessary and only if it's forward. I need a hurricane to shake up my entire existence》.

《 Well well, you might have found the right one. Our new record could be a total disaster or grant us more than I can even imagine. You pick up the right train or, at least, you will enjoy every second of my downfall》

《 You're so drammatic, like every singer. 》

Noah giggles at your last affirmation before checking his hands. 《 thanks. You're already an amazing assistant. 》

《 I'm not your fucking secretary. 》

《 So who are you, y/n?》

A broken doll.

A girl that just wants to be love.

A woman covered in scars, who has a heart hidden in meters and meters of barber wire to prevent everyone from hurting it again.

《 A friend, Noah.》

And you can tell by his smile that it's the right answer he was waiting for. And this beautiful and sincere smile could be enough to put aside any crush you can develop in order to gain a true friend.

《 Lets grab a beer, then.》

A/N : I know that probably a lot of you are here for the smut, but I rethink this ff with a lot of realistic scenarios and the idea of writing a friends to lovers. It's my first attempt on this topic, and I'm thrilling to recieve any thought about it from you! I left an important hint for the future in the text by the way.

You can also send me inbox about my ff, about Bad Omens in general or headcanons! It's gonna be fun if you give me some credit ♡

I also added a song in the beginning that should be a sort of soundtrack for the chapter. I added it to the first chapter as well if you want to check!

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katiexpunk · 7 months

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Total Eclipse Of Your Heart | Pairing dbf!Joel Miller x fem!Reader

Happy Ring of Fire Eclipse Day! I got to see it where I live, and if you were in its path, I hope you did, too. Alas, I was inspired to write this little fluff oneshot. Hope you enjoy it.x

Summary: Joel, your dads best friend, offers to drive you up the nearby mountain so you can get photos of the eclipse for your portfolio. Once there, you seem to forget all about your camera. Rating: This is a pretty PG-13 one-shot, but my whole blog is pretty smutty, so imma just say if you're a minor you should not be reading this or anything I write. Word count: ~2.5K Warnings: Fluff, fluff, and more fluff. I guess the only major warning I have is don’t stare at the sun without proper protection, ffs. Age gap. Kissing. Pining. Flirting.

You watch your dad intently, hunched over the engine of your car, attempting to decipher the issue plaguing it. Impatience simmers within you as you stand there in your pajamas, exasperated that, of all days, the piece of junk decided not to cooperate. The sound of your dad's occasional grunts and muttered curses fills the air as he wrestles with the problem.

"This might take me a minute to figure out. Can you do me a favor and go inside to make a pot of coffee, kiddo? Joel's coming over this morning," he requests, casting a hopeful glance your way. You offer a brisk nod and head back inside.

The low growl of Joel's truck reverberates through the driveway as he arrives. You swiftly retrieve a second mug from the cabinet above you and pour the coffee, knowing that he’ll request it moments after entering the door.

"Morning," he greets, his heavy boots echoing on the polished hardwood as he strides into the kitchen, "Coffee ready?"

You step closer, extending the steaming mug toward him, your fingers lightly brushing against his. The simple, fleeting touch sends a spark through you.

"Hey, thanks," he replies, genuinely taken aback by the thoughtful gesture. You find it curious, not entirely understanding his surprise. After all, he's been coming over every single Saturday for years, and without fail, you've handed him his first cup of coffee the moment he crosses the threshold. It’s a simple routine, but a cornerstone of your weekly gatherings, one you appreciate.

You and Joel make your way to the dining room table, a comfortable silence enveloping the room. You can't help but admire the way he looks in the soft morning light—his dark curls tousled on his head, clad in a simple grey t-shirt and well-worn jeans. It's a modest ensemble, but he wears it with an effortless, magnetic charm. The scent of his presence in the morning is intoxicating—a blend of freshly cut grass and the subtle mintiness of his toothpaste.

Joel's inquiry about your plans for the day hangs in the air, and before you can reply, the front door swings shut with a resounding thud. Your dad wheels into the kitchen, dropping his tools onto the floor.

"Sorry, Kiddo. I think it's your alternator," he confesses, his voice heavy with regret. He avoids your gaze, his eyes dropping to the towel in his hands as he works to clean the grease off of them, "It's gonna take me a while to fix it, and I know you wanted to go up to the mountain to see the eclipse today, but I don't think I can make it happen in time." His words weigh down the room. Great, cuz the eclipse happens every day.

Joel locks onto your gaze, and it's all too apparent how disappointment casts a shadow over your features. He can almost hear the gears turning in your mind as you begin to calculate alternative ways to make it up to the mountain.

Your dad may not fully grasp the depth of your passion for photography and astronomy, but you and Joel have spent countless hours delving into your love for these subjects over the years. He vividly recalls the way your eyes sparkled with enthusiasm when you'd shared your plans for capturing the impending eclipse, the dreams you had for your photography portfolio, and the grand visions you had painted for him with your words. He’s not really into it all, but he thinks you’re cute when you’re passionate, and he’d happily let you babble about it all day long.

“I’ll take you up there,” he says, voice low and raspy like he’d still yet to wake up for the day.

“Oh, Joel,” you protest, a ripple of surprise in your voice. Your fingers tighten around the warmth of the coffee mug, and you gently shake your head “You don’t have to do that, I can figure somethin–,”

“‘Ts okay, sweetheart,” he responds, not giving you a chance to finish your sentence. “Besides, my schedule is clear for the day, this is a welcome change to my usual routine,” he asserts, the corners of his mouth lifting in a subtle smile.

With a tentative nod, you finally concede, grateful for his offer, "Well, if you're certain it's no trouble..." You raise the coffee cup to your lips, sipping the hot brew to mask your blossoming smile.

"Besides, I've never seen it," he grumbles, his knuckles rapping a soft tattoo on the wooden surface of the dining room table.

You flash another playful smile, the idea forming in your mind, and declare, "Well, lucky for you, I've got an extra pair of glasses."

You spring from your seat at the table with childlike excitement, granting Joel a fleeting glance at your cute pajamas. "I should go get ready," you announce, "Can you be ready to leave in about half an hour?" you inquire.

His head nods in agreement and watches you stroll out of the kitchen and ascend the staircase, eyes lingering just a moment too long on your retreating figure.

You hear Joel and your dad's voices fading into a distant murmur as you shut your bedroom door. You pause there, your hand resting on the doorknob, and release a sigh. It's a sigh that encapsulates a whirlwind of emotions - a heady mix of nervousness and excitement. You're about to grant Joel a first. The thought stirs something in your low belly.

Rummaging through your closet, you consider your options before settling on a vibrant graphic t-shirt, a well-fitting pair of jeans, and your beloved boots. Your reflection in the mirror earns a cursory once-over, during which you add a subtle hint of blush and swipe of chapstick. It's a glance that confirms you look good enough for the day ahead, for him.

With your camera in one hand, the eclipse glasses in the other, and your bag slung over your shoulder, you make your way down the stairs. Each step fills you with anticipation, and your eyes eventually find Joel at the bottom of the stairs waiting for you.

“Ready to go, sunshine?” he asks, and you nod as you head out the door to his truck.

Ever the gentleman, Joel strides toward the passenger side, effortlessly swinging the door of his truck open and extending his hand, an unspoken invitation for you to step into the cab of the vehicle. You don't necessarily require the assistance, but you eagerly grasp the chance to touch him. His eyes briefly graze over you, appreciating how perfect you look buckled into his truck before he secures the passenger door and proceeds around the vehicle to the driver's side.

With a resonant roar, the engine springs to life, and you shift in your seat, feeling the rush of anticipation and excitement coursing through your veins.

With the windows wide open, you inhale the fall air, savoring its invigorating, earthy aroma as it whips your hair into a frenzied dance. You glance at Joel and drink in his effortless handsomeness; admiring the way his right hand rests on the thick expanse of his thigh, the opposite hand gripping the steering wheel, forearm resting on the door casually.

The silence envelops both of you for several minutes until Joel decides to break it, his deep voice slicing through the stillness.

"How's that boyfriend of yours?" he inquires, a touch of uncertainty in his voice. "Brad – Barry, somethin'?"

"Brandon," you correct, your gaze drifting downward to your intertwined fingers. "I wouldn't know," you murmur, the weight of recent events evident in your tone, "we broke up a few weeks ago."

"Mmm, that's too bad," Joel replies, genuine sympathy in his words, "sorry to hear that, sweetheart."

You shake your head, your eyes returning to meet his. "Don't be. It's for the best. He never really wanted to do anything with me, anyways, and he certainly wouldn't do something like this with me," you assert, a hint of frustration in your voice. "Just a stupid boy," you conclude, your resolve evident.

Joel shifts in his seat, a surge of protectiveness welling within him at the thought of you with a foolish guy like that. He knows, without a doubt, that you deserve so much more—a genuine connection, someone who would actively share experiences with you, a man like him.

Joel's gaze remains fixed on you, his thoughts dancing in uncertainty, lost in the tangle of emotions that your words have woven. His eyes then shift to the road, and he guides the truck off onto a small strip of dirt before bringing it to a gentle, deliberate halt.

"We're here," he announces, his words shrouded in a subtle, unspoken tension. Your gaze continues to hold his for a moment longer before you finally redirect your attention to the view outside the windshield, taking in the open clearing before you.

A smile bursts across your face, an infectious enthusiasm taking over your voice. "This is perfect!" you exclaim, the anticipation bubbling in your words, "We'll have a great view from here."

Joel climbs out of the truck, his confident stride taking him around to your side where he opens the door for you. He extends his hand once more, providing you the support you need as you step down from the truck. You clutch your bag and camera, and as you turn to face him, you find Joel standing there, his strong hands firmly planted on his hips.

“How you wanna do this, sunshine?” he inquires, his voice tinged with a playful edge.

"Well, there's really not much to it," you say. I brought along the eclipse glasses, so we just need to find the perfect spot to set up.” As you speak, you circle around, gazing up at the sky, your hand shielding your eyes from the sun's glare as you assess its position.

Joel makes his way back to the rear of his truck. He lowers the tailgate, and you catch a glimmer of anticipation in your eyes as you realize this is the perfect setup. You walk over to him, and with his steady assistance, he helps you onto the gate. He lifts himself up to join you, and his broad frame encroaches on your personal space, but you don’t mind. You both sit there, the open tailgate acting as your personal front-row seat to the celestial spectacle that awaits.

“Do you have the time?” you ask, “The peak eclipse is supposed to happen around 9:30am.” Joel checks his own watch, his eyes narrowing as he focuses on the time, before confirming that you still have another 5 minutes to go.

Rummaging through the depths of your bag, you extract the rarely used, utterly absurd glasses, and hand him a pair. The cool plastic rests in your palm momentarily before it transfers to his. As you both don the ridiculous frames, you steal a glance at Joel. An uncontrollable giggle escapes your lips as you take in the absurdity of his appearance.

“And just what are you laughing at?” he asks. You reply, telling him he looks cute and a little goofy.

His eyes narrow playfully as he adjusts the comically oversized frames on his face. "Oh, do I, now?" he replies, shooting you a faux serious look that only amplifies your laughter. Joel lifts an eyebrow in mock appraisal, his fingers lightly tapping the side of the glasses. "I suppose I could say the same about you, sunshine.”

His statement, coupled with the sheer silliness of your shared appearances, brings forth another wave of laughter from you both.

“Thanks for doing this with me,” you say, voice sweet and genuine.

“Thanks for letting me take you, sweetheart,” he says.

Your gazes interlocked behind the clouded plastic, the intensity of the moment palpable. A wave of emotion surges through you, and you're convinced he's experiencing the same electrifying undercurrent. Swallowing the remnants of your laughter, your stomach flutters with an array of butterflies, only to be quelled as you tear your gaze away from him, directing it upwards at the sun. Joel's eyes remain fixated on your face, drinking in every detail - the way your chin tilts upward, the way strands of your hair cascade back as you gaze skyward.

You feel him still looking at you, and your skin tingles, not warm not only from the dimming sunlight but from the intensity of his attention on you. "Joel, you're not looking at the eclipse," you chide gently.

The corner of his mouth lifts in a half-smile as he admits, "No, 'm not."

Your eyes drop back to meet his, and with a gentle push, he lifts the glasses off your face, mirroring the action with his own. His palm cradles your cheek, an anchor in the overwhelming tide of emotions, his thumb tracing the soft swell of your lips.

The world around you fades away, and all that exists is the two of you. The eclipse is forgotten as he leans in, and with an intensity that rivals the cosmic event above, he presses his lips against yours.

A hum of pure delight escapes you, resonating with the rhythm of your pounding heart. Your hands naturally find their way to the nape of his neck, your fingers intertwining with strands of his hair.

He responds by drawing you closer still, his firm grip around you a reassuring presence. The world contracts to the space between you and Joel as he navigates the uncharted territory of your mouth. Every new discovery intensifies the kiss - a mix of passion, longing, and an unmistakable affirmation of the bond that has grown between you.

You stay there intertwined with him, forgetting about the eclipse, and the photos you had intended to take.

As the sky gradually regains its former luminosity, you remain, basking in all things him; your heart, totally eclipsed.

END

Oh hey! You made it to the end. Cool. Thanks for reading. Since you're here, I'll pass on a reminder that I'm just a horny little wannabe fic writer trying to make her way on this hell site and write things that make people turned on happy. Likes and comments are wonderful and much appreciated, but reblogs are really what counts in making people see this, especially for smaller blogs like mine. If you like this, please consider reblogging.

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honeybrowne · 1 year

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Day 6: Coffee

JOEL MILLER X GN!READER [0.7k]

Content: Tess doesn't exist in this; brief allusion to addiction/drug use; platonic relationship (but they're pining in my head)

Summary: Who would have thought that Joel Miller would know how you like your coffee?

Author's Note: Firstly, thank you to @spacecowboyhotch for being an amazing beta and hyping me up more than I deserve <3 ily. This is my first time writing for Joel, so i'm nervous but would love to hear your thoughts!

Masterlist || FF Masterlist

If there's one thing that's harder than surviving in the world you live in, it's getting sleep.

You were young when the outbreak happened, but not young enough that you don't remember the terror you felt fleeing your hometown and getting separated from your family.

That infamous day is ingrained in your memory—you think about it every day. You think about your parents and your older sister, wondering what had happened to them.

Did they survive outbreak day?

If they did, are they still alive?

Your mind never sleeps, which means that you don't, either.

Coffee is a must have for you; you rely on the much-needed boost from the caffeine, and considering the types of substances that get smuggled into the QZ on a weekly basis, you figure it isn't the worst thing to depend on.

It's only a bad thing when the supply is scarce, or more recently, nonexistent.

The day you'd been dreading and doing your best to avoid had inevitably come. You officially ran out of coffee, and while you're aware of how inconsequential that is in comparison to everything else that's wrong with the world, you can't help but feel a little upset.

Fortunately, your roommate is a smuggler, and can likely get you almost anything you need if you asked him to.

Unfortunately, he doesn't seem to like you.

The smoky and earthy scent of fresh brewed coffee floats through the air of your tiny shared apartment every morning, causing the pounding of your head to increase tenfold. You can feel yourself become more irritable as the days go by, and you're constantly one minor inconvenience away from falling into a puddle of frustrated tears.

It's absolutely miserable and you hate it.

This morning is no exception. Joel is up and going before you can even manage to get out of bed. He isn't necessarily noisy as he prepares his breakfast, but he also doesn't try to be quiet.

A cabinet door slams as you exit your room, and your head throbs.

"Would it kill you to keep it down?" you complain, closing your eyes as you rub at your temples.

He's tempted to remind you that you aren't innocent of slamming doors, and tend to do it more frequently than he does. The words are on the tip of his tongue as he lifts his gaze from the coffee pot in front of him.

The pronounced grimace on your face stops him and it actually makes him feel bad.

You maneuver through the kitchen purely from muscle-memory, considering you haven't bothered to open your eyes yet. When you get close to running into the corner of the island, he instinctively puts his hand over the sharp edge, but he pulls it away before you have the chance to see.

"Made you some."

A mug is in your grasp before you fully register what's going on, a furrow pulling at your brows once the realization hits you.

"You made me coffee?" you ask, having a hard time believing he'd be so giving on his own.

"You ain't very pleasant when you're in withdrawal," he explains.

He's one to talk.

A scoff leaves your lips. "Like you're all sunshine and rainbows when you haven't had your fix."

Joel glares at you the same way he always does, and you hide your amused smile behind the rim of the mug, though the crinkle of your eyes gives you away. The sip you take is tentative, concerned he might be trying to poison you.

Oddly enough, it tastes exactly the same as when you make it yourself... if not better.

"How'd you know how I like my coffee?" you wonder, taking a more generous sample this time, the beverage warming your cold body swiftly.

He doesn't answer, and plates his breakfast instead.

"Do you secretly pay attention to me?" you press with a lopsided grin.

He acknowledges you this time with a scoff of his own. "This world has made me crazy, but not that crazy."

One cup of glorious coffee later and you're feeling significantly better and unusually thankful for your grouchy roommate. The process of getting dressed for the day moves a lot smoother than it has the past week. You feel refreshed, the headache you've been fighting nearly a distant memory.

"D'you grab your gloves?" Joel asks as you follow him out the door.

With your lack of energy and coherency, you'd been particularly forgetful and had left your gloves behind a few times in the last week. He looks a little embarrassed once he realizes what he said, and even more so when you start to tease him.

"Yes, thank you for your concern. Didn't know you had it in you."

"Don't start."

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public-trans-it · 14 days

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Figured I would make a post of all my various FFXIV OC's.

Warning: There are more than just these 4, those are just the big ones. Also, this is like 5 years' worth of weekly RP with my FC, and we very much leaned into the absurd over-the-top fantasy of the FF series. So, like... boy HOWDY is this gonna be a lot. Edit after finishing writing this draft: it was far more than I thought oh my god I forgot how bullshit all of this was. However I added a clear indicator of where you can skip the most bullshit parts.

(All infoblocks are how the character would describe themselves. Summaries are (mostly) my own words, unless I think its really funny to not do so.)

I also have redacted a lot of info about other people's characters cause I'm not entirely comfortable sharing all of them here. So the names of other characters, and also my FC's name, are entirely removed. I've also tweaked some of the details slightly, mostly just the timing of certain events, and combining/removing a couple of the T'alia's (yes there used to be more). Also spoilers for a few bits of MSQ, but does include things up to the end of Endwalker.

If you don't want what is basically a summary of a four year long RP campaign, you can get the short version by just reading the entries for the four characters listed above.

Name: T'sraetn Slein Race: Miqo'te/Garlean (Mixed race) Clan: Seeker of the Sun Gender: Cis(ish) Woman (She/Her)

T'sraetn was born in the capital city of Garlemald, child of a garlean scientist, Varrick lux Slein, and a miqo'te conscript-engineer, T'alia Raio. Her father was researching the Echo, trying to find ways to replicate its effects with a garlean soul. When the Garlond Ironworks rebelled and fled for Eorzea, T'sraetn's family fled with them, though Varrick was killed in the process, his research stolen by his former boss, Aulus mal Asina.

T'sraetn became fascinated by all forms of magic in Eorzea, following the paths of the Arcanist before branching out to other fields. She continued to find stronger and stronger opponents to test her magical prowess against, eventually awakening to the Echo and being recruited to the Scions.

The events of 1.0 through Stormblood happen relatively the same as they do in the game, though T'sraetn went missing after the battle with Shinryu. She reappeared once again after the events of Shadowbringers 5.3 (sort of, see below), now sporting several cybernetic augments throughout her body, with all of her limbs being fully cybernetic.

She initially had no issues with her augments, barring a few exceptions. However, after the events of Endwalker, she grew to hate them. She believed these augments were the only thing that allowed her to survive her fight against Zenos and that he should have been the one to walk away from their final confrontation. She eventually underwent a dangerous procedure to remove her augments and replace her limbs with vat-grown cloned organic transplants.

T'sraetns version of the Echo manifests it in a bizarre temporal distortion. Time feels as if it passes differently for her, with her experiencing weeks or months in the span of time that others claim to only experience days. In combat, she experiences her own death over and over again until, eventually, she survives the fight. The way that Zenos and Fordola experience their Resonance makes her feel a kinship with them in this regard, and has lead to her developing an unhealthy obsession with both of them.

T'sraetn has grown disillusioned with the life of adventure, and now spend much of her time drinking and reliving her fight with Zenos, hoping at some point she will discover her life since that point was just a very long vision, and if she just did something different in the fight, they would both have survived.

The rare times she is sober, she spends studying the primal Alexander, as well as the remains of the Tycoon in the depths of the Crystal Tower on the First, hoping to someday unlock the secret of how G'raha managed to change the past, while she continues to fail.

She funds these expeditions by selling her services to the goblins of the Wolves Den, helping them refine and test their designs for human pilots.

(Here she is, Ms. Warrior of Light herself. I do find it hilarious that 'Mech Pilot' is a lore friendly profession to have, so I had to go for it. I technically have two versions of T'sraetn! (Well... 3) One is the version I used in my Free Company's weekly roleplay for about 4 years, who is not actually the Warrior of Light, and the other is, in fact, the Warrior of Light herself. However, everything canon to the FC version is more or less canon to the WoL version. We won't be getting into the third version on a SFW blog. The bit about her dad was written back in Heavensward. Needless to say, I was absolutely DELIGHTED once Stormblood was released, and a large chunk of the plot focused on exactly that.)

Name: Killer Kweh Race: Unknown Clan: Unknown Gender: Unknown (They/Them)

Killer Kweh is a vigilante who began to harass T'sraetn's FC around the events of late Shadowbringers, keeping tabs on the various villains and scoundrels that the FC let slip away, thinking the power of friendship would be enough to save the day. Together with their chocobo, Wark Warrior, the two would track down and kill those the FC had spared. They eventually began to confront the FC, trying to pressure them into no longer forgiving those who wronged them.

Their identity remains a mystery to this day, and will likely never be discovered, no matter how often the other FC members says things like "T'sraetn the mask doesn't even cover all your hair, and we can clearly still see your tail." or "Can you hide your chocobo's costume somewhere else? We need to clean the stables."

(I kept this glam and now use it for PLD/RDM. Originally I was actually planning to have Killer Kweh be an entirely different character, but the FC kept making jokes about the tail showing, and I decided to roll with it cause having it just be T'sraetn the whole time was FAR funnier tbh, and we needed something light hearted at the time.)

If you don't want to read a whole boatload of FC lore, you should skip all of this. (Scroll down until you see the quest complete)

Name: T'alia Raio Race: Miqo'te Clan: Seeker of the Sun Gender: Cis Woman (She/Her)

The first of the many, many, MANY faces of T'alia, who served as one of the central antagonists for much of the FC's life.

As mentioned above, T'alia was an engineer working in Garlemald before her family attempted to flee alongside the Garlond Ironworks, her husband being killed in the process. Wrought with guilt over his death, T'alia vowed to attempt to continue his research once they arrived in Eorzea, studying the soul and how various things could affect it.

Where her husband turned to the Echo, T'alia instead turned to the void, and to the tempering effect of primals. She made a pact with a voidsent, offering it not her own soul, but the soul of her research subjects, in return for studying its effects on them.

She eventually joined a Free Company, finding them to be perfect test subjects and developing an obsession with helping them grow stronger. She carefully examined and documented the effects on them and their aether after various fights with primals and voidsent, all under the guise of helping them grow stronger.

The idea of the FC needing to grow stronger became more and more compulsive, culminating in her trying to graft the soul of her voidsent into the aether of an injured FC member, an act which was the last straw and resulted in the FC turning on her.

She harbored no ill will against the adventurers, and continued her experiments from a distance, using facilities within abandoned garlean bases to construct various monsters for the free company to "train" against, frequently against their will.

(The FC I was with from 1.0 up to Stormblood Launch had a lot of drama. I originally made T'alia as a way to shop around and play with other FC's. When I joined my current FC, they mentioned not having any real dedicated antagonist for their RPs, and so I decided before the first RP I joined that T'alia was eventually going to make a heel turn, and played her as friendly but also very clearly having an ulterior motive. Also T'alia is still my MCH glam!)

Name: T'alia Raio Kime Race: Disembodied Soul Chimera Clan: Specter Yeah :) Gender: Monster (It/She/He)

T'alia's research into metempsychosis culminated in the preservation of her soul, at the cost of the willing destruction of her own body, obtaining a state not unlike those of the Ascians. She began growing multitudes of clones of herself, experimenting on them, merging them with beast men, and creating terrifying new chimerical bodies with which she continued to 'test the potential' of the FC.

However, these bodies and her soul mixed like water and oil, and she was never able to fully utilize them. While each one was quite powerful on its own, under her control they were exceedingly frail, and she would find her soul being ejected from them long before the point the body itself failed. This eventually forced her to turn back to her original field of engineering, augmenting these bodies with cybernetic enhancements.

Eventually, she invited the FC to one of her most ambitions plans to date, which she referred to as "The Merger", a combination wedding ceremony and business merger between both herself, and another rival of the FC's who also was heavily proficient in the field of engineering. This event was, in truth, an experiment where she splintered the timeline and merged it together again. During one timeline, an FC member was killed and replaced with a cybernetic replica crafted by T'alia and her new wife, while in the other timeline the FC member lived on as normal.

T'alia's plans for all of this were seemingly lost when her corpse was discovered in some ruins, impaled by a chunk of white auracite that kept her from escaping the vessel she was inhabiting. This drove her wife deeper into despair, and the widow blamed the FC for allowing this to happen, becoming a far bigger threat to them in the process.

(It was a running joke in our RPs that T'alia would keep getting called an Ascian, only to respond, "I still don't know what that is..." While she did achieve a similar form, it was elusively through her own research, and she never had any affiliation with the Ascians/Ancients)

Name: Tali Race: Various Clan: Various Gender: Nonbinary (She/Her)

Shortly after T'alia's death, one of her augmented clones began interacting with the FC. She revealed she was the one who killed the 'real' T'alia, an action she had no choice in taking. Several of this clones augments allowed T'alia to control her remotely, and she had taken control of her body to kill herself. These augments still remained in place, and even with no one controlling them now, they still prevented certain actions, such as revealing what T'alia was planning.

This T'alia clone continued to work alongside the FC, eventually being welcomed with open arms as a full fledged member, with the FC renaming her 'Tali' to differentiate her from her creator.

While Tali already differed significantly from her creator, she felt a deep unease about being compared to her. She took up the gunblade and began to dabble in various shape changing magics in order to further differentiate herself from T'alia, resulting in frequent damage to her body and need for replacements of her various artificial limbs. All the while, unfamiliar memories began to surface in her mind, revealing that the memories of T'alia's own past that she had planted in Tali weren't sticking.

While she was unable to reveal T'alia's plans to the FC, she was more than able to be reckless about leaving around too many maps about where T'alia's various facilities were located, leading the FC on missions to shut them down and uncover more details about T'alia's plans, with Tali quickly piecing the details together and becoming both more distressed and more frantic to get the FC to uncover the rest.

Over the course of these expeditions the FC found T'alia's main base: a facility located in a rift in spacetime filled with a massive number of clones. Thousands of clones of T'alia, as well as hundreds of clones of every single FC member.

This facility housed enough clues for the FC to realize two things: first, that T'alia was being coerced into her actions by some other entity that she had been plotting against, and second, Tali's differences to T'alia came not from her augmentations, but from the the fact that she was never a clone of T'alia at all, but her own daughter T'sraetn, augmented and brainwashed into becoming a pawn for T'alia to use.

(Yes the DPS symbol on the blue background is intentional. It's a joke about me always off-tanking at the time, and being a 'Blue DPS'. The name Tali was actually a typo from an FC member addressing her, but everyone immediately realized it would be a great way to differentiate this other version of T'alia, and so we kept it. Also, we had a running joke in our RP's that Tali's arms just fell right off about once per RP night.)

Name: T'alia Allengray Race: Miqo'te Clan: Seeker of the Sun Gender: Cis Woman (She/Her)

Pouring over T'alia's research notes, T'sraetn and the FC eventually found the source of what T'alia had been pushing them all towards, the entity that had plagued her for her entire life: T'alia.

This other T'alia eventually made her presence known by possessing a shape changing quicksilver construct that the FC had defeated, forming a new body for herself. Taking the old T'alia's role as antagonist (though never posing anywhere near as much a direct threat), she was happy to monologue to the FC, and even gave them a linkpearl to answer any questions they might have.

This other T'alia (who the FC simply refered to by her surname, Allengray) was a copy of herself from a different timeline, who had trapped herself in a perpetual timeloop that lasted from the moment of her birth, to the moment of her death. Her original self became nothing more than a disembodied specter within the loop, forced to observe the same events play out over and over again. Over the course of the more than 5 million years she spent trapped in the loop, she slowly gained the ability to subtly influence the members of her FC, with a far bigger influence on each loops iteration of herself.

In her original timeline, Allengray and the FC had fought a devastatingly powerful primal, Lich. As they began to realize their conventional methods of killing primals would not affect it, they eventually chose to build a temporal cage, crafted from the remains of Alexander. The device would contain one aetheric being, and one mortal being, binding the two together. Lich would be trapped within it, and bound to the lifespan of whoever activated the device. While Allengray was not the one selected to bear that burden, she stole the device in the dead of night and sacrificed herself to it, rather than watch any of her friends suffer. Instead, she was left to be tortured for millions of years, watching Lich kill her friends over and over again while she could do little more than watch, and whisper to each version of herself to beg them to find a way to stop it.

(Another kept glam! Allengray is my BLU glam. I actually introduced her as a palette swapped version of another FC members 'Monster of the Week', which was the quicksilver construct that Allengray possessed. She was a bit of an amnesiac trickster for a bit, as her soul adjusted to her new body.)

Name: T'alia Allengray Lich Race: Primal Clan: Aetheric Parasite Gender: Primal (It/Its)

Eventually, Allengray revealed Lich's true nature. Unlike other primals, Lich did not exist as a body. It was more of a parasite that existed in the lifestream, devouring the souls of those who died, which is why it had been so difficult to find a way to stop. And over the course of hundreds of loops, it had grown and adapted to exist within a person's aether, feeding off of them.

Specifically, that of Allengray, where it had latched itself into and fully consumed her. While the timeloop was still connected to the lifespan of each timeline's T'alia, Lich was free to wreck whatever havoc it wanted on the FC, manipulating the timeline to ensure they would suffer over and over again to amuse itself. Even if they found a way to kill it, which the FC occasionally managed to do, the timeline would still be reset on its death, meaning the most the FC would ever be able to do to it is doom another timeline to be the victim of its wrath.

Moreover, with this timelines T'alia now trapped in white auracite, she could never truly die, allowing Lich to remain in this timeline indefinitely.

This timelines T'alia (which is T'alia Raio, in case you lost track. Very understandble if you did.) still managed to get the last laugh. Through their various interactions, the FC of this timeline had become a force of abominations. Fractured primals, artificial constructs, temporal anomalies, and voidtouched avatars, all untouchable by Lich. A fierce battle ensued, Lich toying with FC with the knowledge that killing it wouldn't stop it, even as it clearly grew frustrated.

In the final moment of the battle, the FC revealed their ace in the hole, one of their enemies who had a far bigger grudge against Lich than anyone in the FC. The wife of this timelines T'alia, holding a recreation of the device that trapped Lich and Allengray in the timeloop in one hand, and the white auracite that held her wifes soul in the other. Binding the device to herself and her wife, the two became banished from this timeline to spend eternity with one another, replacing Lich and Allengray in the loop.

Lich did not have time to make its feelings on this development known, as the FC shredded it apart and destroyed it for good.

(I've always fucking loved the concept behind Lich, because in case it wasn't clear by now, I am ABSOLUTELY FASCINATED by death and how we relate to it, and wish Lich had a bigger role in Final Fantasy (I love you Stranger of Paradise). In XIV in particular I felt it had so much potential as a primal. Plus "Killing the embodiment of death itself" is such a final fantasy ass final boss. We did later get something like that in Endwalker, but I'm still very happy with my take on it.)

(Additional fun fact: this timeline is the 72,323nd loop that Lich and Allengray were trapped in. Since I'm going with a dumb quest formatting for this, I'll say first person to correctly guess why I chose that number gets... idk... a trust banner of their character and/or a wallpaper made of them? This post contains all the information an FFXIV player would need to guess why I chose that number.)

Name: Noraliene Haillenarte Race: Elezen Clan: Wildwood Gender: Cis Woman (She/Her)

Despite all appearances, Noraliene is an elezen born to House Haillenarte in Ishgard. A member of House Dzemael dosed her drink with a fantasia during a banquet, and when she awoke the next morning as an Au Ra, she found herself the target of a horrible campaign to undermine House Haillenarte by claiming they are heretics, as well as an attempt to use her as "proof" that Au Ra are companions to dragons and must be purged from the city.

She was exiled by her family and escaped the city the next day, being pursued by several members of the Ishgardian Church seeking to kill her for her supposed heresy. Cold and exhausted, she eventually collapsed in the snow, where she claims she froze to death before being resurrected. In truth, she was rescued before that point by Ysayle, and her blue skin is a result of being tempered by Shiva.

After Ysayle's death, Noraliene took her place and helped lead her followers in reintegrating into Ishgard. She had no desire to return to the place of so many bad memories, however, and decided to join up with T'alia's FC shortly after T'alia revealed her true colors, granting them her aid as the new avatar of Shiva.

Despite her tragic past and icy aesthetic, she actually has a very warm and bubbly personality, eager to share her love of Doman Romance novels with anyone who will listen, and excitedly prying into the love life of anyone who was willing to share. She eventually grew tired of the constant stress and drama of being an adventurer and married another Ishgardian exile, choosing to move far away from Eorzea with her new wife.

(Did I make this character just as an excuse to spam the Diamond Dust emote during RP nights? You can't prove that. She was actually made so that I could join the RP easier when other people wanted to host an RP, instead of trying to bullshit together another reason why the FC was just willing to team up with T'alia again. The Diamond Dust spam was just a bonus. I also have a 26 page screenshot comic about her origin story that I've written out, and just need to actually take the screenshots for, but EFFORT...)

Name: Muddied Glory Race: Au Ra Clan: Raen/Xaela (Mixed race) Gender: Cis Woman (She/Her)

Muddied Glory is the orphan daughter of a Raen and a Xaela who were both killed touring Eorzea while she was just an infant. She was placed into the foster care of a Hellsguard woman, who gave her the name she has now.

At a very young age, Glory was adopted by the Church of Halone, where she became a devoted follower of their doctrine. As she grew, she would eventually find herself blessed by Halone with visions into the lives of those she would grant absolution (Its just the Echo), and very rarely, she will wake up in the morning with no memory of the previous night, the events of her own life falling away so her memory could instead be filled with the knowledge of a killer who must be brought to justice, delivered to her through the eyes of their victim.

Her conviction of faith is never stronger than when she faces on these killers, and from the moment they lock eyes with her, before even a single word is said, they are filled with the terrifying knowledge that she is there to bring them to justice. (This is the usual reaction people have when the woman they killed last night shows up in front of them.)

(Glory is me going "Hey remember that one Sahagin Priest in MSQ? Where we learned what a fully realized Echo was capable of? Yeah we need more of that", with the additional silliness of the character in question having no idea it's happening to her. Once again, I was very excited when Zenos exhibited the same ability, and then again with the In From The Cold solo duty in Endwalker.)

Name: Ifrit's Bride Race: Tempered Clan: Thrall Gender: Seemingly Trans Woman (It/She)

While there has not been a cure until very recently, being tempered has never been a 'one and done' affair. A primal is fully capable of tempering a single person multiple times, corrupting them far beyond the point of recognizability, as seen most commonly in Leviathan's drowned.

Ifrit's Bride is an example of that. It is unknown what rank or purpose she served among the followers of Ifrit, only that it was far more aetherially corrupted than was the norm for the followers of Ifrit.

After plaguing them for years, she was eventually captured by the Brotherhood of Ash where they worked with the immortal flames and the new anti-tempering magics lent to them to attempt to see if the process could be combined with the Brotherhood's Sacred Ash.

(Technically, she wasn't given the name Tempered Lass until after she was cured, so I should have used a different name for the trust banner. But also fuck making another one, I'm almost done with this post. Also I can't do tribal dailies on this character anymore, because I refuse to complete 'Losing One's Tempered' so that I can always keep some Sacred Ash on hand.)

Name: Tempered Lass Race: "Prefer not to disclose" Clan: "Prefer not to disclose" Gender: So Fucking Much (She/It)

The result was... mixed. While they managed to cure the Bride of Ifrit of her tempering, she had no memory of anything prior to the point of being cured, and her body remained warped.

She was given into the care of a Hellsguard woman who gave her a very... on the nose name, and there it was discovered that without regular treatments of the Brotherhood's Sacred Ash, she would once again begin hearing the whispers of Ifrit compelling her. She is also particularly gullible, but it is unclear if that is a result of the process that cured her, or simply a natural character trait for her.

While the Brotherhood of Ash welcomes her with open arms and is happy to provide her with Sacred Ash at no cost, Temmie prefers to try to live in Ul'dah. She is frequently found among the refugees, helping them for far too little coin for what she needs to sustain herself.

(The reason she can't remember anything is cause there is nothing to remember. Despite appearances, Temmie is not an Au Ra, she is a Miqo'te. Specifically, Temmie is a clone of T'sraetn created by T'alia to test the effects of tempering. Also, if it wasn't clear, her and Muddied Glory are foster sisters.)

Name: Gyococo Gyoco Race: Namazu Lalafell Clan: Namazu Dunesfolk Gender: "Depends on how much you are paying." (She/Him)

Gyococo is a lalafell adopted and raised by namazu. Once the Far East started becoming a more popular tourist destination for Eorzeans, she began seeing more and more lalafells, eventually growing curious enough to wish to visit and explore the land her real parents hailed from. At least, that's what he told people.

In truth, Gyococo cared little for pursuing his ancestral culture and just saw what she assumed would be an ignorant and unassuming market she could swindle as a merchant. What she found when she arrived in Ul'dah, however, was a society of cut throats and swindlers worse than any namazu could ever hope to achieve.

After months of barely scraping by, he eventually turned over a new leaf. She befriended an illiterate playwright and now acts as her scribe and editor. While he is far from the rich woman he was hoping to become, she lives comfortably and is happy with where her life is at.

(I don't touch Gyococo much, mostly because the playerbase is really fucking weird about lalafells and really fucking weird about trans women, and the overlap is... not fun, honestly.)

Name: Gaeli Cat Race: Gaelicat Clan: Gaelicat Gender: Gaelicat

Gaelicat.

(Gaelicat.)

#FFXIV #ffxiv wol #ffxiv rp #People are gonna see this and then give me a sideways glance and go 'So uh... hows your relationship with your mom Ceetee?'#to which I reply 'My mother is the coolest person I know and also I am never speaking to her again after all the pain she has caused me'#'and also I'm fairly sure she was starting to suffer from dementia and beginning to lose her own identity to it.'#but I don't see how any of that is relevant to my FFXIV OC's #why do you ask?

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spikeinthepunch · 4 months

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(this was written for my website blog. some parts may sound odd since because i worded it for that)

Technically, this is a 2023 blog. But whatever. I will put it for 2024 for ease of access since my old stuff is all on my old website. Anyways... new blog finally! I was gonna write this for tumblr but I got off my ass so i could have this web page ready ffs. I have been very absent in the past months...i haven't written a blog at all on my pages since May 2023 it seems, so it has been a fuckin while. I wont go through all the details but i wanna give a run down of this year because oh, man... has it been a lot. A lot of good, imo. Coming out of last year, I had rediscovered some old interests and made some new friends, I feel like I finally have some kinda online circle of friends after so long of not having it since all the changes of the internet. However my goal has always been to really try and get myself to doing shit IRL too. I have IRL friends, but after no college, and now those people moving further away, I could seriously tell that my life was lacking real life stimulation-- added with living alone, doesn't help. Everything kinda came together after I saw a neuro psych for many many weeks in the summer. It was a ton of work but it has also brought me more knowledge on a variety of issues I have had in terms of cognitive ability and other mental issues. When I completed those sessions its like I got slam dunked into a whole new phase of my life. My friends had just finished moving and while they were further away, they still came out towards me for a number of things and I managed to get myself into some of the weekly things they were doing- even picking up new stuff like playing Yu Gi Oh, and actually getting into their DnD group (i havent played since 2018 and I have been missing it so bad!!). In between that though, I was going to numerous concerts, still had my normal therapy, had two week long instances of being with friends nonstop, and surgery. And god, how can I forget, I don't think I even mentioned it here-- I made a video game for a game jam, with it being my first ever game I made... While super short, all those issues I was figuring out during the summer tie into my struggles to have even made that, so it was a big acheivement to have managed that in the course of a month long jam. Additionally its worth linking 2023 Art Summary too! This isn't everything for sure, and I have had some negative stuff pop up in my life this year too, but the number of positives, especially long term positives, have made this a very big year with lots of progress. Technically, I feel overwhelmed in a way especially when I look at what I would like to try and do this year. Acquiring knowledge on my cognitive issues will provide me with new and better ways to go about lots of things I have wanted to try and do-- namely school and learning. But its not "i know the issue, not I can do it". Its "I know whats wrong and I can try these things as solutions". Which is what makes it so exhausting and anxiety inducing- will it work? will this accomodation help? will none of it work? This is The question of 2024 for me. I can't answer it right now, nor will I try or vent through the rest of this blog. But, its gonna be 2024 and I'll have to find out. This last year definitely went off in ways I never expected and it was good, so I hope it'll end up like that again.

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safyresky · 5 months

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It's December 13th, you know what that means!

The Twelve Years of Frostmas is now LIVE on ao3!

Haha, got you, didn't I! I bet you were all thinking "Ah yes, weekly CS update, ahh shit, here we go again!" And then I FOOLED YOU! HAHA! Check it out HERE on ao3 :)

And for those who don't know, take a summary!

The Twelve Years of Frostmas

Nobody but he and I knew the truth. Jack wasn't supposed to be Santa; I wasn't supposed to be Jack Frost. He thought being Santa would fix everything. He was horribly, horribly mistaken. [My take on Jack's reign as Santa during the Escape Clause. MAJOR OC involvement AND First Person POV from said OC. Finally cross posting THIS behemoth! Enjoy!]

IT'S FROSTMAS BAYBEE!

See, there were 2 (two) thoughts I had that led to the creation of Jacqueline:

If Jack thawed and pulled a Zuko, and couldn't use his powers and didn't know why, who would help him figure it out? And

Who was Jack Frost when Jack was Santa? Surely he couldn't do both, right?

And boom! In walks Jacqueline like:

And lo, Frostmas (as a concept) was born; and finally written when CS was originally near completion. Feels appropriate to start crossposting this one now that the climax of CS has resolved!

So here, take Jacqueline's humble Prologue to the Twelve Years of Frostmas.

Prologue

Jacqueline settles in to tell us the story of a fucked up little timeline she calls "Frostmas".

FINALLY on ao3 HERE :)

And of course, as always, it lives on ff.net all the way up to Year Ten. You can start it from the top on ff dot net HERE, but I'd wait a haute minute if you're checking it out there, as I will not be updating the prologue to match until I download a copy of Frostmas for posterity sake (which will be probably much later today) :)

And with that, enjoy! I'll be back closer to the end of the week (or early next week) with Chapter 28 of Crystal Springs :)

JKS JKS JKS I'M NOT DONE YET! TAKE A SNIPPET:

“Jacqueline, I’m—" Pressing my hands against my cheeks and calling up some frost, I turned back to Jack. “I know.” Cheeks sufficiently cool, I gave him my most reassuring smile. “It’s okay.” “It’s really not. Everything I did then, I—” “I know. It wasn’t okay. But you’re okay now. And I’m okay, too!” “You literally just came in here to say you weren’t okay.” “But I will be! Remember? I had a thing in mind?” “Yes! Of course!” Jack sat back up in his seat, almost but not quite as lively as usual. “Your thing that brought you into my humble adobe. What were you—what did you have in mind?” “I was thinking of writing it out.” “Writing it out?” “Yep.” “All of it?” “Yep!” “That’s a lot of paper.” “Or a really long role of parchment. I’ll have to see what we have floating around. But um, I was thinking that writing it all down would help get it out of my head, y’know? Like making a list? I’ve always found it therapeutic, writing stuff out. Easier to make sense of the more nonsensical things in life. I just…” I frowned, rubbing the back of my neck. “I didn’t wanna do it without checking in with you first.” “Whatever for?” I held my breath for a moment. “When I say all of it I mean all of it. Including your side of things. And I wanted to make sure it was okay with you first! I know it’s my story. But you played a huge part in it too. And I know you feel a lot of remorse for it all…and I know I haven’t been great about broaching it. I can only begin to imagine how you feel.” I paused for a moment, tilting my head and thinking of how to say what I wanted to say next. “I just wanted to make sure you were okay with writing it all down with me. I can’t do it on my own, Jack. I need help. Your help.” Jack straightened. His face went blank; he blinked, taken aback. He looked…touched. “Oh.”

It's been touched up so there's some good cold front comfort here, AYO! I was torn between this and a very funny section that involves grilled cheese but I'll let you experience that one for yourselves ;)

NOW, WITHOUT FURTHER ADO, ENJOY!

And I'll see you all in the next few days for Chapter 28 of Crystal Springs :)

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worldismyne · 1 year

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Crest of the Dragon - Ch 13 : The Heylin Dragon Pt 1

Summary: Raimundo's transition to leadership isn't as easy as he makes it appear. Working together, the group tries to advance to the next level, but could the past be distracting them from the present? The fifth Dragon Warrior has yet to reveal themselves. A circumstance Hannibal Bean is more than willing to extort. A fan envisioned fourth season.

Rating: T

(Implied RaiKim, but more like a garnish rather than the focus)

FF.net

Start at the Beginning at Ao3

After a lot of debating, I decided to post the newest chapter before I finish editing the older ones. I hate FF.net shoving adds into the chapters, but that's where a majority of people read it still. I will keep updating the Ao3 one. I just got a lot of older stories I'm polishing at the same time.

I'm happy to talk about all things XS, though I'm a lil rusty on my trivia this story is still near and dear to my heart.

It has been literal years since I posted a new chapter (last one was in 2017 OmO)

As for "Why did this take so long?" after I got my RN license, I burnt out on all the stories I had been writing in college. This one in particular had a wall of writer's blocks. An ending I once had seen so clearly now seemed impossible to write. Between moving into my own place, my father's death and struggling with a toxic relationship, I just lost a lot of whimsy and the part of me that didn't have to be serious 24/7. I got hyper fixated with other series for a while, but I always regretted not being able to deliver the finale I promised for this one.

I'm now in a much better place mentally and it was like a weight lifted off my shoulders and I realized I had just made the ending a little too complicated. I'm about 1/3 into writing the next chapter (this sat in my drafts folder for a while and ended up needing major rewrites). I debated whether I should post this to FF given I'm still in the middle of editing and porting it over to Ao3, but I figured why not? (I'm trying to update the Ao3 one weekly, but irl stuff gets in the way sometimes.)

This is chapter 1/4. Three for the finale and an epilogue.

Thank you all for sticking around and sharing this story. It's what's kept me from orphaning it.

(Side note, y'all should also check out Warrior U >_> or talk to me about XS. Still on tumblr at worldismyne)

#xiaolin showdown #cotd #fanfic

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fandom-friday · 10 days

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Thank you so much to everyone that submitted recommendations this week! A comprehensive list of this week’s submissions can be found under the cut! Recommendations are organized by show/media, and any main pairings will be listed after the title.

💕 = 18+ content 🟪 = contains spoilers of a currently running show

Fics:

The Clone Wars: It Only Takes a Spark (Purge Trooper Cody x f!Inquisitor Reader) by @vodika-vibes 💕 Time After Time (Commander Cody x f!Reader) by @the-rain-on-kamino Theirs (Commander Fox x f!Reader x Commander Wolffe) by @vodika-vibes 💕 Don't Stop on My Account (Commander Wolffe x f!Reader) by @dickarchivist 💕 One Spotchka Too Many (Captain Rex x f!Reader) by @twistedsarchive Captain Rex x OC Nia Ficlet by @eternal-transcience 💕 The Last Word (Fives x OC Mal Darroch) by @ariadnes-red-thread Shattered Sunrise (Mace Windu x OC Danica Morrow) by @pickleprickle The Choices We Make, The Paths We Tread by lildropofmagic (AO3) The Number Lads by @jgvfhl

The Bad Batch: The Hostage by @kybercrystals94 Freeze Thaw by AnEchoInHere (AO3)

The Book of Boba Fett: 💕 This Tender Love (Boba Fett x f!Reader) by @daimyosprincess 💕 Worth the Risk (Boba Fett x f!Reader) by @daimyosprincess

Star Wars Original Trilogy: Revelations by shOokspeared (AO3)

Republic Commando: 💕 Off the Grid (Niner Skirata x f!Reader) by @the-rain-on-kamino

Batman: Lavender Blood by @starkskypines

Hetalia: Axis Powers: Grey Skies Over London by Gemini Star 01 (ff.net) Every Generation by Gemini Star 01 (ff.net) Gutters by Glassamilk (ff.net) Ditches by Glassamilk (ff.net)

Call of Duty: 💕 Riptide (Price x f!Reader) by @the-californicationist

Crossover AUs: Edward's Babysitting Service (Hetalia: Axis Powers X Fullmetal Alchemist Crossover) by orphan_account (AO3) Conversations With Patronizing Jerks (Hetalia: Axis Powers X Star Wars Crossover) by @basketofnova

Art:

The Clone Wars: Republic Troops 501st Poster by @boggsart Clone Wars Band Art by @pinkiemme Captain Rex Art by @vivaislenska Captain Rex Art by @kheimerios Captain Rex Art by @rackcty Mace Windu Art by @mudpuddless Fives and OC Elara McTavish Art by @aliettali OC Kazi and OC Daria by @eyecandyeoz (from I Yearn and So I Fear by @enigmaticexplorer) Clone OC Atlas Art by @orionfrommars

The Bad Batch: Bad Batch Selfie Art by @collophora Happy Ending Bad Batch Art by @mroddmod Hunter and Omega Art by @blxem1lk Hunter Redesign by @snw-faatuatua 🟪 (TBB S3) Hunter Art by @soularsss 🟪 (TBB S3) CX-2 Art by @notnyxxy Tech Art by @rexxdjarin Tech and Phee's Children OCs by @nightskyfoxyy A Place to Hide by @the-rain-on-kamino

Star Wars Original Trilogy: Young Boba Fett Art by @mrs2224

Jedi: Survivor: BD-1 Art by @eriadus

Batman: Batman's Boys by @inverted-typo

How to Train Your Dragon: Meatlug Art by @spacenintendogs

Call of Duty: Wraith by @bluegiragi

GIF Sets:

The Book of Boba Fett: Kia Kaha, Kia Maia, Kia Manawanui by @bobafettdaily

#ff weekly summary

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wild-karrde · 8 months

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Reminder that there’s no Fandom Friday for the next few weeks since I’m home with family to help out with a surgery recovery, BUT please feel free to use Fridays as a day to shoutout your favorite creators and use the #Fandom Friday tag!

And if you’re looking for fics to read or art to share, you can find the lists I put together each week by searching #ff weekly summary on my blog!

#fandom friday #creator appreciation #fic recs #art recs

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justjams2003 · 4 months

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Fast Pace- 7

Also a very Merry Christmas to all those who celebrate! And Free Palestine.

Pairing: Sugar Daddy!Carlos Sainz x Sugar Baby!Reader

Warnings: I've aged up Carlos, he is 33 in this fic.Smoking, smut, sexual themes, age difference, manipulation, control, slight obsession, tell me if I missed any

Dividers by: @firefly-graphics and @s-silk

Word count: 3,4k

Masterlist

Part 6~Part 8

Us Weekly:

“Carlos Sainz seen with a new girl on the paddock.”

People Magazine:

“Carlos Sainz’s new girl proves to be a fashion icon.”

Elle Magazine:

“Carlos Sainz seen dancing in the rain with his new girlfriend.”

Cosmopolitan Magazine:

“Is this new girl just a fling or here to stay?��

You can see the news articles flash before you in full HD on the new phone Carlos got you. Fully signed in on everything. Not only that but your Instagram has blown up already. Ten thousand new followers since you last uploaded a picture with you standing by the paddock. You haven’t had time to reply to any comments or new dm’s, because you were on a flight 6 am Monday.

“So, how was your first F1 weekend?” You know its Charles talking to you, but you’d much rather not even open your eyes right now. Eventually, you decide to be courteous, and you see he looks more than excited to talk to you. You gather up all your strength and put on the best smile you can. “It was a lot more fun than I expected. But there was also a lot of sitting around.”

He nods and continues. “Yes, Alexandra usually stays home for most gp’s. She usually only comes for the important ones, like Italy where were going now. It’s strange that Carlos brought you to Zandvoort for your first time.” Your mind feels foggy and thinking of a reason why seems almost useless. Where is Carlos, can’t he do all this for you?

“Yeah um, he was just so excited,” it seems good enough but thinking feels like such a chore. “Are you okay?” He asks, going closer to see if you’re okay. “Yeah, I’m uh fine...It’s just...” just then your saviour comes. Carlos sits down beside you, unaware of the conversation. “Are you not feeling better yet?” Almost instinctively you wrap your hands around his arm.

You wouldn’t usually do this. Normally you’d be more aware of your relationship and making sure Carlos is ready. But right now thinking feels above your capacity. “Is she sick?” Charles asks and Carlos can feel the jealousy grow in his stomach. It takes everything in him not to glare at his teammate or tell him to back off.

“Yeah, smoking withdrawals. I just don’t know what to do to help.” He pulls your hair out of your face. Charles sighs, “I’m sorry mate,” he pats you on the shoulder. “I’ll leave you then and get to know your girl later on.” When Charles is gone, Carlos takes you under the arms and pulls you closer into his arms, cradling you.

“I got you something,” that gets you to look up but what is in his hands disappoint you. It’s a green smoothie and a big sandwich. “You brought me healthy food? You monster,” you groan taking the sandwich from him and taking a big bite. He chuckles but continues to rub circles on your back.

“I don’t like Charles talking to you.” He mumbles, you know he’s talking to himself mostly. “He’s going to talk to me, Carlos. You take me everywhere, and where you go, he goes.” You chuckle, thinking back to the weekend. He only hums as a reply. “I’m sorry that I’m like this. I know you don’t want this.”

You mumble, still enjoying your sandwich, taking sip from your fresh drink. He sighs and shakes his head. “You keep saying that. What on earth do you mean?” There is annoyance in his voice, you can hear it and it makes you stiffen. He’s never been annoyed with you before. “I read a few articles about our...agreement. They all say you daddies want stress-free, low-maintenance always happy girls.”

He scoffs at you, “Siempre tan terca. Do you believe everything they say on the internet?” He asks, now regretting giving you the new phone and unlimited data plan. “So far what they’ve said about you and me has been true.” You shrug, finishing your sandwich as you think back. There were even TikTok's.

“Oh yeah, and what do they say?” He asks, peering down as you finish your drink. “Well, that I’m incredibly fashionable and also a gold digger.” You chuckle watching as he rolls his eyes at you again. Then he stares you down, taking your chin between his fingers. “Didn’t I tell you, mi querida, you and I are more.”

You can see his eyes flicker to your lips, and you’re entranced by his. The silence between you is deafening and you can feel your head spinning. “Can I kiss you?” the words are on the tip of your tongue, but you just don’t have the guts to ask. “I’m sorry you had a bad weekend.” He licks his lips and then takes your empty cup and paper and places it on the table.

Carlos then takes you in his arms again and holds you tight once more. His smell almost seems to get rid of your headache. “It’s alright, this weekend will be better. I’m sure, because then you’ll feel better and you can be by my side. And with you by my side, the world championship will be mine in no time.”

You giggle and curl yourself closer into his side. “Call it my 50%. Being your good luck charm.” He laughs and then pulls you closer to him. “I must warn you my dear, Italy is the home of Ferrari. The Tifosi are...enthusiastic to say the least.” His cheeks almost go pink at the thought of just how excited some of them can be.

“They can’t be that bad...” you mutter, languidly making small circles on his thigh. He laughs, “I mean, without them we wouldn’t have met.” You turn on your back so that you can look up at him. “Was that the screaming I heard that day?” He smirks and nods. “Why were you running from them? And why didn’t you want to tell me then?” You ask, watching his eyes intensely like always.

He leans back, now his hands are in your hair. You can feel your headache dissipating as his big strong hands untangle any knots that hid from you. “Sometimes, I just want to roam the streets of Paris without being bombarded to take photos. And I didn’t tell you because I was scared you might be one of them and have a... similar reaction.”

You can’t help but let out a laugh. “Did it disappoint you when I didn’t fall to my knees and kiss your shoes?” He lets out a sigh at your shenanigans. “It was nice for someone to show me kindness because they are human not because of what I do.” This does make your heart melt; you can’t help yourself.

You let your hands reach up and touch his cheek, letting his scruff tickle your hands. “Tell me, how can I be that person for you? What more can I do for you?” He takes your hand and holds it close before he places a kiss on your palm. “Don’t ever change. Not for me, not for your family, not for your future. Don’t ever let the world take away that smile, or that sprakle in your eyes.”

His words bring tears to your eyes, and you can’t help but use the sleeves of your (his) hoodie to wipe away the forming tears. “Why do you cry, mi amor?” He asks, his brows furrowing to a point between his brows. You can just shake your head. “I’m just emotional, is all.” He shakes his head and the continues massaging your scalp.

“Get some sleep, mi amor.”

You’re awoken by a door opening. Not a plane door, a hotel door. It takes a few moments to realise, but you’re tucked in deep into the soft comforter. The room is dark, and it doesn’t take long for your eyes to get use to the light. Then, you see Carlos coming closer and then squatting down next to the bed.

“Good morning, sleepy head. I was starting to get worried that you’d gotten sick.” He says, pushing the hair out of your face. “Good morning?” You ask, starting to sit up, confused by the dark room. He smirks along with a chuckle. “Shall I open the curtains?” He then stands and you watch him as he walks across the hotel room to the window.

The light floods in and you peak your head back under the covers. “What time is it?” You ask, listening as he walks about. “It’s about 12-ish.” This doesn’t seem so bad, but Carlos said you’d go to the gym as soon as you landed. The realisation causes you to throw the comforter off.

He tsks, coming over and smoothing the furrow between your brows. “Why would you let me sleep that long?” You ask with just a bit of a whine in your tone. “Because you are sick and need the rest.” You huff and push out your bottom lip. “I missed our first gym session,” you whine. For once you were looking forward to it and you can see by his wet hair that he already went and already showered.

After all, you did see the Instagram story he posted on Friday morning. The thought of seeing him hot and sweaty is enough to get your workout shoes on. Again, he tsks and shakes his head. “Not while you’re recovering. You can take a walk, get some fresh air but that is it until you start to feel better.”

Carlos’ voice is stern and leaves no room to argue. For now, you’ll just have to continue keeping a close eye on his Instagram. “I bought something for you.” He smiles, walking over to the bag he had placed on the couch in the hotel room. There is a pep in his step. He brings over two boxes and two bags, both from name brands that you’ve only ever dreamed of owning.

He looks so excited to see you open the boxes and honestly you too are gleaming with elation. The first box is flat and you open it to pull out a beautiful hand spun white boho maxi-dress. “It’s hotter in Italy,” he explains before you open the next box. Its beautiful brown woven sandals to match with the boho effect. Lastly, the bag.

The shopping bag has the unmistakable Prada logo. “You shouldn’t have,” you mutter feeling your heartbeat rise. His glare makes you want to eat your words. You take the bag out as if it is ancient Chinese porcelain. The bag matches perfectly with the sandals. The same brown with the same woven effect.

“Oh, it’s gorgeous Carlos, thank you so much.” You reach over and pull him tight into a hug. You can smell his musky deodorant and it makes you never want to let go. “I saw all these and instantly thought of you.” He smiles and then continues. “Lastly, they made special Ferrari merch for Italy.” He explains, taking out the red, yellow and black shirt. Along with a cap with the same colour theme.

“You like them? They make me think more Spanish flag than Italy. It suits you,” you smirk with a raised brow. Once again reminded by his strong accent. He only shrugs, “Doesn’t really matter if I like them or not. Wear or don’t wear, that’s up to you.” You gasp and this time it’s your turn to scold them.

“No, Carlos. You must stand up for yourself.” He smirks at your reaction and raises his brow. “Is that so? I’ll keep that in mind next time you push out that bottom lip of yours.” He replies, giving your lip a swipe and then going on. “Now go get dressed. We’re going out for brunch; you must be hungry.”

“The view is really beautiful, hold on let me send you guys a photo.” You take a picture from the balcony. In clear view is a beautifully crafted, over 500-year-old church. Not only that but you have a perfectly clear view of the circuit. If you wanted to, you could watch the race from the balcony. Knowing Carlos, he would prefer it so.

“Woah, girl. Isn’t that so cool? In a five-star hotel in Italy right next to the formula one track.” Jasmine says over the phone. You can’t help but chuckle. “How are you feeling?” Ilsa asks, not as impressed by the fancy location. “Better, he’s really been taking good care of me.” You explain thinking back. “Oo, do tell.” It’s Jas again.

“He let me sleep in his arms on the plane and even tucked me in and let me sleep more. He woke me up with gifts,” you can’t talk more before Jasmine demands to know what the gifts are. “He got me this beautiful dress, and brand-new shoes. Both name brand. And you’ll never guess what.” You begin but don’t even allow them to guess. “He got me my very first Prada bag.”

You can hear screaming through the phone while you send them a photo. As well as the Instagram photos Carlos took for you. “He took these photos for you?? Damn girl, he knows all your best angles.” You blush at Jas’ words. “It seems all too good to be true...” Ilsa seems to speak your thoughts out loud.

“Yes, there are some small things that seem a bit odd.” They both go a bit quiet. “Like?” Ilsa asks, and you know this might ring alarm bells for them. “He has these two bodygaurds to follow me everywhere.” You get two wildly different reactions. Jas coos and Ilsa gasps. “And I feel a bit like he’s babying me.”

Ilsa asks for you to explain. “Well he’s working with a dietitian to make sure I get all my daily vitamins, and once I get better, he got me a personal trainer.” They both are dead silent. “That is a bit strange...” This time it’s Jasmine talking. “That doesn’t seem normal at all,” it’s Ilsa talking, and you know she’s right.

“But it’s the terms I agree too so I can’t really say anything about it.” There isn’t much else to be said. “I suppose, but as soon as he crosses a line, you’ll leave him, right?” Ilsa asks and you bite your lip. “That’s the thing. He hasn’t tried to do anything to me, even once. He’s been nothing but kind to me. He keeps saying he and I will become something more but so far it’s only been words.”

They hum as a reply, “Maybe you should make the first move?” Jas suggests and Ilsa scolds her for it. “That’s the thing, I don’t know if I want that. What if it makes things weird between us? What if I do make the first move and that’s all he sees me as after? What if I do make a move and he just wanted someone to talk to and he ditches me?” You can hear your friends roll their eyes at you. “You’re overthinking it, Y/N. If it’s meant to be, it will be. For now, just enjoy the lavish life and look hot. That’s your job.”

The conversation plays in your head over and over. Who is right? Jasmine or Ilsa? Should you just enjoy the luxuries he gives you, or question his actions? Why is he doing all this for you? You read online that Sugar Daddies like to spoil. Take their babies on trips and buy them anything and everything. But do they form diet plans and make sure you get a full 8 hours of sleep?

Do they tuck you into bed at night, and get you medication to help with smoking withdrawals? Do they hire a personal trainer to make sure you stay in healthy body? Do they tell you, you’re their person and promise to visit your family? Are there lines being crossed? Should you be more wary? Or should you just shut up and enjoy it?

You toss and turn at night. It’s already 2 in the morning, Carlos had you going to bed at ten. Like you said, he wants you getting a full night’s rest. You just can’t sleep. Likely due to the withdrawals but also due to the storming thoughts in your mind. And you remember feeling this same way all of last weekend.

The only other thing that got you to sleep last weekend, was Carlos. Being wrapped in his arms and surrounded by his scent. Now that you’re sleeping in separate rooms, would it be weird for you to ask for him to hold you? How weird is that? Would that be considered making the first move? You know for a fact that Carlos would be seething if he found out you didn’t sleep at all.

You open the door, there are different bodyguards here. Likely the night shift and it feels so eerie to have them standing there. There aren’t even any by his door and you know other drivers are staying here and you haven’t seen them have any bodyguards. “Um, excuse me?” You grab their attention, but they don’t seem to notice.

“Do you maybe have a keycard for Carlos’ room?” The taller of the two reaches into his breast pocket, pulls out a keycard and then hands it to you. “Thank you,” you smile up at him but get little reaction. You keep across the hall and open his door with a click.

His room is the same as yours, but reversed. You can see from here that he is sound asleep. You can feel a pang of guilt hit you at just the thought of waking him up for something this silly. He looks so peaceful, not stressed, or anxious about his future. No he seems entirely at content to be drifting away in Dreamland.

Do you really have to wake him? Can't you just return? It's a nice thought, but you can't help but remember last weekend. You were too exhausted to even enjoy the energy and the surrealism of the moment. You spent most of the time as a zombie in Carlos' room. And when the actual finished, you had been sitting in the garage and only registered when Carlos came up to you.

Needless to say he was furious when he found out truly just how little you slept. And how well you hid it from him. You'd gotten use to putting up a smile and hiding the exhaustion from the people most important to you. He told you that your health was on the same level of priority as his racing to him. Which, honestly, blew your mind.

Your health has always been on the back burner. Something you'll worry about when you have more money and more time. Now you have an abundance of both and still can't help but ignore it. Because if you adress it, it makes it real.

Now, as you stand besides his bead, you can't help but feel like a child. Is that how he sees you? As a responsiblity he's here to dress and take care of? Is that why he won't kiss you? Why his touch is soft and gentle and never show anything more than worry?

If you leave now, you know for a fact those goons outside your door will definitely tell him. Likely, they would tell him that you didn't sleep too. Just do it! You had practiced the words so well before. This is the first time you've truly wanted for something. He's taken care of everything else before you could even think about it. But now you have to ask him for something.

You gently tap his arm, no reaction. He must be a deep sleeper. This time you shove a bit harder, it's difficult to see exactly what you're shoving especially with the black out curtains. This time, however, he does stir and you can only assume awoke when words spill from his mouth.

“What is wrong, mi dulce chica?” He asks, already his hand gently caressing your arm. You take a deep breath in and try not to think of your next words too much. “Daddy, I can't sleep.” You can't see his reaction but soon after he opens up the duvet and his arms. Queuing for you to join him.

This. This is exactly what you needed. He cradles your head between his arms. Your knees pressed between his legs. You body perfect matching his. That small. The smell of a hot summer day. Of his musky deodorant and what you can only describe as a day in the beach. If you could bottle his scent, you're certain you'd make millions.

You had so many questions that you wanted to ask him. But now as you're cuddled in his arms, your thoughts just melt away. Into a nice and warm sheen over your body. Sleep comes easy.

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