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—comfort
charles leclerc x gn!reader
genre: fluff
synopsis: a glimpse into a rainy day date
wc: 0.3k
a/n: been stuck in the worst writers block so this is super unpolished but it is what it is (: (definitely not my best work!)
the timer went off, and had both you and charles scrambling to stop it. he had come over the weather calling for a warm dessert. charles had brought over some wine and some dinner, the two of you having planned to go out on a picnic before the weather turned to rain.
you opened the oven, the smell of cinnamon and vanilla filling the air. carefully pulling out the tray, you placed it on your countertop. charles came over to try to sneak a bite, wincing in pain when he touched how hot the bread was.
“sometimes you should really wait for me to tell you it’s ready to eat.”
“it looks good though! can you blame me for wanting to try it? you slaved away for me.”
you rolled your eyes, smiling at him.
“you said you wanted coffee cake. i was not going out in this weather. plus we had all the ingredients to make it.”
after a few minutes, you cut a piece for him, making him a quick decaf coffee with it, just how he liked it.
sitting down at the dining table, the soft hum of the television playing some movie the two of you had seen multiple times, made it feel like home.
you slid over his coffee and coffee cake, patiently waiting for his reaction. charles took a bite and smiled.
“mon chou, it’s amazing. i’m going to have to have you make this every weekend.”
you smiled at that, feeling your heart fill with pride and happiness. you both ate and drank your coffees, and when you finished, moved over to the couch.
you were grateful for these days with him, knowing that long distance when he was on the road for work made things difficult.
you spent the rest of the night curled into his side, the pittering of the rain slowly fading away, the only sound being the hum of the tv and your heartbeats.
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without you, part 2
matt murdock x f!reader
A/N: hey the title rhymes. Hi angels! Part 2 is finally here, by heavy demand! And uh... for those who thought I was gonna fix everything with this part?? No, I'm here to make it worse! Woo! (Don't hate me, I did warn you lmao). So, enjoy the angst! Hope it's worth the wait x
Summary: continuing on from Part 1 - You return after the ‘blip’. Five years is a long time, and a lot of things can happen in that time. Where does that leave you now?
Word count: somewhere in the 2.7k zone idk
Warnings: ANGST. Angst squared, if you will. Broken hearts everywhere. Broken hearted reader. Broken hearted Matty. A brief broken hearted Frank coming in for the rescue. Not a happy ending. Mentions of divorce and the religious thoughts surrounding that, the Blip and the devastation it would've caused, break ups, brief jealousy, heavy denial, anxiety, lots of crying and I just want to hold onto him forever & ever. This is unedited coz I'm lazy and like to just throw things out into the void and die like a warrior.
There’s a vicious, relentless pounding behind your temples when you finally begin to feel the darkness pulling at your mind recede. With the constant stab of pain, everything returns—the apparent lost time, the strange new world that had grown during your absence, the relationships that had also changed during those five years.
Five whole years.
It might as well have been an eternity.
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zowanew-deactivated20240122
our first night in paris - charles leclerc
a/n : this is my first time writing for charles so please be nice! this contains some french dialogue, but i'm actually french so dw for @lilirari !!
words : 1k
summary : this is your first night in paris with charles and he will certainly try to make you fall in love with the city. little did he know that you couldn't love anyone more than him.
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you were holding on your scarf for dear life, your breath leaving trails of white smoke in the cold night air. charles glanced at you with his soft gaze, his admiration for you washing over your body.
“you’re so cute when you’re cold.”
Anonymous asked:
hiii js wondering when pt 3 of the miles morales corazon despeinado is coming out? sorry for the rush😭🫶🏼💞
hello!! no worries for the rush actually the quite opposite!
to be transparent: it’s sitting currently at around 3k(?) and i honestly have written any part of it for months. i’ve hit a big writers block and i also just have had a lot of stuff happen in my personal life that’s taken up a lot of time. i’m hoping ill be able to finish it soon, should i post a snippet or two to show what ive done before?
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love is just a word - masterlist
summary: Carlos Sainz? your best friend, former love of your life. Pierre Gasly? the current love of your life, your forever. or so you think. follow along as Y/N navigates through the hills and valleys of complicated relationships and heartwarming friendships to find out if love is really what she knows it to be.
all parts below the cut!
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airbag ; steve rogers.
track one of OK COMPUTER.
pairing ; steve rogers x reader (gender-neutral)
synopsis ; five time steve tries to propose to you, and one time he actually does.
words ; 4.3k
themes ; fluff, mild angst, kind of avengers tower au?
warnings / includes ; mentions/descriptions of injury, alcohol, lots of lovesick fluff, rest of avengers are mentioned, natasha and tony Meddling, reference to spider-man & sandman :)
Steve considered himself a romantic of sorts. Call him old-fashioned, but he liked bringing you flowers, he liked taking you to the theater, and he liked walking you home—all the way up to your door and listening for the lock, so he knew you’d be safe in there.
It was only fitting how cliché it felt when he realized he was in love with you. Firework-igniting kisses and butterfly-filled tummies and face-splitting grins. Everything described in those movies you enjoyed watching—but so much more.
Steve Rogers wasn’t a man to waste time. After all—enough of that had been done while he was frozen in the ice. If he was going to start something, then he was most definitely going to go all the way and finish it, too.
Almost immediately after your first anniversary, he bought a ring. It was simple and classic, maybe a bit out of style but hey, you seemed to be into that. You were dating a century-year-old.
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wool ; coriolanus snow.
pairing ; young!coriolanus snow x capitol!reader (gender-neutral)
synopsis ; when you laughed, airy and light and reminiscent to that of wind chimes, coryo wished he could bottle up the sound and keep it as his, only his.
words ; 1.5k
themes ; mild fluff/angst, slightly suggestive
warnings / includes ; set before events of tbosas so no actual spoilers, making out, clemensia appearance, mentions of other characters, he's not exactly toxic yet but the seeds are very much planted, i tried to keep him in character as best i could, let's pretend the academy also serves dinner
a/n ; this man has consumed me body and soul. this fic was inspired by the song wool by flatland cavalry on the movie soundtrack! let me know if you guys would like a second part :)
Coriolanus Snow was a wolf in sheep’s clothing. He bore an aristocratic last name—yet you noticed that his dress shirt’s buttons seemed to be various different shades of black and slightly misshapen. His voice, so sweetly saccharine, charming, seductive—would whisper falsities like it was second nature. He would often claim that he wasn’t hungry, but you’d catch the longing glint in his eyes as he eyed the steaming bread rolls Sejanus slathered with generous helpings of butter.
Control. That was all he needed.
It crumbled, ever so slightly, when you nudged your slice of apple pie in his direction. His eye twitched, and you pursed your lips, pulling your plate back to you. You ate quietly, and Coryo stared at you all the while, as if he were mentally dissecting your mind—studying you.
You knew. It was all too clear, even if he wouldn’t tell you. And if he wouldn’t tell his closest friend—or, the closest thing he had to a friend, the two of you certainly did things that friends wouldn’t do—he most definitely wouldn’t let it slip that he was financially strapped to anyone else.
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nina cried power ; frenchie.
track one of WASTELAND, BABY!
pairing ; frenchie x gn!reader
synopsis ; he calls you a plethora of endearing french nicknames, but you call him an asshole.
words ; 1.9k
themes ; angst, fluff, mild action
warnings / includes ; profanity, kissing, blood and injuries, near death experiences and emotional constipation <3 a bunch of french pet names, frenchie is lovesick, reader is part of the boys gang, the rest of the members are mentioned, hughie and reader are also mentioned to be close friends
The rag between your teeth tasted disgusting. Sweat and grime and flecks of blood stained the once-white fabric—which had come from Frenchie’s own shirt he tore to shreds to bind your wounds. You bit down harder, tongue retracting further down your throat in hazy revulsion, groaning in pain when you felt his hands all over your abdomen, doused with your dark ichor, his expression heavy-set with frantic concern.
“Hold still, mon amour,” he said, brows drawing together when you ignored him completely, roaring obscenities behind the fabric and thrashed even harder. What a fucking asshole. Memories of the first time you met Frenchie flashed behind your eyelids—he had stuck a gun beneath your jaw with a snarl and the rest was history. A complete one-eighty to his expression now. “HUGHIE, HOLD THEM DOWN!” he screamed, completely strung-up.
Faintly, you registered another pair of hands pinning you to the cold tiles of the floor, and your friend’s stuttering melded into the cavernous cacophony ringing in your ears. It felt as if a fire was eating you alive, trying to crawl its way from inside out. Your skin was hot, nearly scalding to the touch.
You still couldn’t really remember what happened.
OMG Paris I didn’t know you liked tsip 👀
I’m sry I just love talking abt it with ppl ☠️ I WILL be reading that Jeremiah fic 🫶🏽
i do! i read the books & finally got to the show 😭 it took a long time for me to get to the show but i really like it!
tbh im personally more of a jeremiah fan (book wise) but the show i like both jere & con like idk!
lmk your thoughts on the fic! it’s my first time writing for tsitp so im a little :/! hope you’ve been well!
— when he sees me
jeremiah fisher x gn!reader
genre: angst (lol)
synopsis: loving jeremiah fisher was hard. especially when he’s in love with someone else.
wc: 1.05k
part of the 1k celebration!