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[roomsofangel]

LOVER, PLEASE STAY. . .

chapter three

synopsis you and wooyoung have been best friends for as long as you could remember, always overcoming everything in your friendship even after a few bumps in the road and confessions in the past. you could always trust that no matter wooyoung will always be there, right?

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wooyoung had thought he had everything figured out when he was nineteen. he thought the life he had then, he would have forever. he thought that all he wanted and all he needed was you, and it would be the same way at twenty-four. he was sure of it, sure of his feelings and sure of his future.

how naive he had been, now he was stuck. stuck with no direction, no plan, just himself and the constant feeling of things spiraling further and further out of control. he couldn't even remember how he used to be so sure, how he had felt so confident for the future, how he had the certainty that nothing would change. it was a distant memory, a different time and a different world that didn't exist anymore. the future was a mystery and a burden he didn't want.

but he couldn't say any of this to you now. he felt ashamed, as if he had fucked up everything and now he had no choice but to make it worse. he felt as if everything was doomed, and it was all his fault. it was his fault that your connection was unsalvageable, his fault that everything was over. you had every right to leave now if you desired to do so, and he understood. he just hoped if you were to go, he’d find comfort in the fact your presence was no longer being haunted and plagued with his.

"and if you go, i wanna go with you,” he remembers singing one night, his fingers whizzing across the strings of the guitar while you moved about him, dancing in his shirt. the memory was so clear in his mind, as if it had only happened last night. he could recall you and this memory with vivid clarity, as if he had just left your tiny apartment before you two agreed on living together because at the time, who would have ever thought he’d be the wreck he was today?

he recalled the way he wanted nothing more than to stay like that with you, how he desperately wanted you. the way he wished you would stay with him, and the moment would never end. he craved your presence, wanted to be close to you, and felt drawn to your every movement and gesture. he was intoxicated by the feeling, wanting more and more of you with every moment that passed.

and if you die, i wanna die with you

"do you remember when we used to go down to the beach and just… stare at the moon?” you mentioned one night as you sat outside on the curb, flicking the lighter in your hand that you used to light wooyoung’s cigarette for him. the warm summer nights and the soft sand were always a comfort. the vast expanse of the moon as you lay on the beach, and the gentle waves of the ocean were all soothing elements that you dearly missed.

wooyoung hummed first in response, “i do.” he said it quietly, so quiet you almost couldn’t hear him. “i always do.” the words seemed like an echo of the past, as if he was still the same person from those warm summer nights. the moon was still beautiful, and his humming was still comforting. but somehow, it felt different. everything felt off, like you were in a dream or this was a memory.

you amused, reminiscing more as you brought up one of your favorite memories. “you remember how you tripped into the water because you tried getting a seashell for me?” your laughter was music to his ears, and he couldn't help but grin. the way you laughed was contagious, and the memory brought back fond memories of times when everything was simpler and the future hadn't yet been tainted. the warm summer breeze and the sound of the waves were all nostalgic reminders of that time.

wooyoung whispered with a smile trying not to form as he focused his sight ahead. “yeah... i do...” the memory brought a smile to his face, but it was tinged with sadness as well. “and how you were freaking out getting me a towel because you didn’t want me sick.” he chuckled, remembering that frantic moment. the moment stuck with him even after all this time.

“and then... we got back to our apartment.” you whispered, glancing towards him as you watched how the cigarette smoke left his lips. some even exhaling through his nose, making him resemble a dragon. it was amusing, though bittersweet in light of the situation, and it made you smile despite the serious talk that came afterwards. “you said something that night...?” you asked quietly, wanting to hear the answer one more time before you had to let go.

but, wooyoung didn't seem as eager to speak as before. he avoided your gaze as he took a deep drag of his cigarette. “uh... yeah...” he finally acknowledged, the words spoken in a low, timid tone. he was clearly uncomfortable, and you didn't know why. it seemed as if the memory itself was painful for him.

he met your gaze, his eyes saying more than he has ever said verbally these past few months. his eyes were full of unsaid things, like a book waiting to be read, and you were desperate to know what he was thinking. "do you remember?" he finally spoke, as if he was asking for something. It was obvious something was wrong, that he was holding onto something. he was holding onto more than just the past, he had something he wanted to tell you.

he held your gaze still as he waited for your response, his eyes pleading with you. you knew he was about to tell you something he had kept quiet for such a long time. the tension was palpable, and you were ready to hear what he was going to say. "do you remember?" he repeated his question, and this time his voice was more resolute. he was going to say what he'd been holding in for months.

and then he finally said it. the words were spoken with conviction, with no hesitation or reluctance this time. it was as if he had made up his mind about saying it, no matter the consequences. "i told you that i loved you that night," he said flatly, as if he was trying his best to be blunt. he didn't want to dance around the topic or make it more complicated than it was. he just wanted you to hear it.

you whispered quietly, "and i told you that i loved you, too." the moment was silent after that, as if everything else had ceased to exist but the two of you. you had both admitted how you felt, and now you were waiting for a reaction, a response. it was like the air was stilled and time had stopped just for the two of you, as if the world was waiting to hear what would happen next.

after what seemed like an eternity of silence, wooyoung stirred. his gaze shifted to you before looking back ahead. his expression was still unreadable, but you could see something pass over his face. was it relief? was he happy? was he ashamed? you needed to know, you needed some sort of answer. "you really meant it," he said quietly, as if he couldn't bring himself to believe it.

you could feel him searching your face with his eyes, searching for any sign that you were just saying it to appease him, anything that suggested you hadn't meant it when you said it. "you really meant it, didn't you?" he repeated, his voice filled with disbelief. he could not believe that you had meant those words, that you truly felt the same way. he had ruined everything, and he couldn't understand how you were still there, still beside him.

but you weren't saying them to appease him, you weren't saying them as if they were hollow gestures. you meant them, every single word of them. "i meant them," you answered, though you were surprised at how soft your voice had been. it sounded so different from the strong, determined voice he knew. was that regret and shame you heard in your own words? did you regret admitting your love? did you regret having given it away?

wooyoung was still staring at you, staring at your face as if searching for something within you. he wanted to see if you meant it, if you still meant it after everything. "is that how you feel still? do you..." he started to say, but his voice caught before he could finish. his gaze shifted from your face to something that was out of your sight before he shook his head. "no—, it doesn't matter. just please tell me, do you still feel the same way?”

wooyoung’s voice was still tinged with disbelief as he asked you if you still felt the same way. his tone was uncertain, full of doubt. he was afraid of the answer, of what you may say. the thought of you no longer feeling the same way terrified him, because he knew that he might have screwed up everything too much for it to be fixed.

"i never stopped," you replied quietly. and it was true, you had not. even when you were angry, frustrated, and hurt, you never stopped loving him. your love was stubborn and resilient, and it had endured everything. it had endured the arguments and fights, the harsh words and bitter silences, all of the times your love felt unwanted.

because you knew, deep down, you’d love wooyoung until he told you not to.

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[sprout-fics]

I have a request for a drabble...

König and the reader having a cozy morning together in bed

(Also I have a very sensitive neck and kisses, hands being here, licking, anything with my neck I melt, I would like to see his reactions with that.. or him teasing the reader with it)

Thank you so much and happy new year! 🤍

Anon this is SO late I apologize

(I'm running out of Gifs to use I think)

(Spooning, cuddling, sleepy morning snuggles, clingy Konig, touching, hickeys, pillow talk)

You’re used to rousing early in the mornings, eyes blinking awake before even the birds sing quiet songs of dawn. It’s a byproduct of your line of work.  In the military there’s much to do at first light- assigning squads, morning roster, drills, equipment checks, intel briefings at the minimum. Usually by the time the sky is cast with light you’re already at the weapons range, the training ground, poring over mission reports. 

Which is why now, when your eyes flutter open and you find the hazy, golden light of dawn peeking through the curtains, your mind clouds with gentle, bleary confusion. 

That is until you shift, and immediately notice the huge, veiny arm wrapped around your front. Immovable, unbudging even in sleep. 

It takes you a moment to gain your bearings, still cuddled under the mess of blankets your boyfriend has managed to kick and twist in his sleep. Yet the man himself is miraculously still, his forehead braced into your shoulder where his dozing, warm breaths billow into your skin. 

He’s managed to drag you to him in sleep, both arms tucked securely around your smaller form. One hand splays across the exposed flesh of your stomach, buried there under your night shirt. When you shift, stretch in his embrace it curls there, closing just as you feel him rouse, hum a sleepy note of acknowledgement. 

“Guten Morgen.” You mutter to him, one hand coming to rest on the hand tucked along your tummy. 

Yet König merely grumbles, arms flexing as he drags you closer, his head burrowing into the soft junction of your neck and shoulder. He shifts, one leg raising under the blankets so it tangles with yours, his knee pressing up between your thighs. You allow it, let yourself burrow back into his warmth to stave off the early morning chill. 

“Awake?” You ask gently, and the giant huffs into your shoulder, his warm breath seeping into your spine.

“Nein.” He replies drowsily, his voice a low, rough scrape in his throat as it rasps with sleep. 

You smile, bare your neck another inch for his cold nose to skim along the skin. 

“Don’t want to get up.” He murmurs there, and you feel the plush of his lips graze against your flesh when he does. “Want to stay with you in my arms, Liebling.”

“So clingy.” You tease, and yet make no effort to move, more than content to remain exactly where you are.

“Nur fur dich.” He mumbles, words obscured before he shifts, raises his lips to ghost across the shell of your ear. “Only for you.”

You can’t suppress a shiver at the hot breath that tickles your sensitive skin. When you do, König smiles, hums a low, rolling note in his chest.

“You’re so soft in my arms, Liebling.” He purrs, voice dipping with suggestion. “So warm.”

Eyes fluttering shut once more, you let out a dewy sigh as König’s calloused, broad palm raises higher under your shirt. 

“Y-you must have slept well.” You remark, trying to keep the gasp from your voice when his hand skims across the rise of your chest appreciatively. 

König only makes a small, sleepy noise of assent behind you, shifts so his knee rises higher between your thighs. You jerk reflexively when it stops just short of your core, feeling warmth rise to your face when the soldier behind your chuckles. 

“So sensitive.” He teases, and you have nothing to respond with when his teeth suddenly scrape along the dip of your shoulder. Yet instead of a bite he presses a gentle kiss there, letting it trail along your skin as his lips raise back up to your neck.

“W-when you touch me l-like that, I- ah!” You gasp as his lips secure around the soft, supple flesh below your jaw and suck.

His hold on your is unrelenting as you arch against him with a little whine, fingers sinking into the meat of his forearm to ground yourself against the sudden warm, melting pleasure of his touch. 

Yet he’s had a taste of you now, one that fills his mouth as much as it does his heart, drunk of the feeling of your wriggling little movements and short little gasps as he suckles against the hickey. 

“K-König.” You mewl, soft and pliant in his arms, eyes fluttering shut in bliss. 

“Stay.” He mutters when his lips pull away, and you feel him smile as you shudder free a breathy gasp just as he rolls a nipple between his fingers. “In my arms, just a little longer.”

You smile, cheeks warm as you huff free a breath and then shift, sinking dowards so you grind along his thigh, whisper your reply within this realm of pale morning light.

“Nur fur dich.” 

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Warm Bodies

Astarion walks in on a gift you were secretly making for him.

Pairing: Astarion x GN Tav

Warnings: none really? Some fluff and teensy bit of angst if you squint hard enough.

Requested: yes

Word Count: 1.4k

A/N: I know nothing about making clothes so if something is super off...I apologize lol. I do not approve of my work being copied or shared without my permission.

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As you ripped the seam from the thick, cotton top you were working on, you whistled quietly and bit your lip. It was late, and you were exhausted, but you were also in a just one more thing... type of concentration, so you decided not to fight it and to continue working.

Buttons were scattered across your lap, hastily discarded from the two other shirts you had worked on earlier in the evening. They rattled around as you squinted your eyes, making sure your handy work was good as you went. It must have been late - maybe 1 or 2 AM - so you gave yourself the hard stop after you finished taking apart this garment.

"Darling, I noticed your lamp light is still on...what are you doing in here so late?" A melodic voice slipped into your tent as the tent flap gently opened and closed just as quickly. Gasping, you turned around and immediately tried to hide your project.

Astarion stood, a hand on his hip and a smirk playing on his lips. "Oooh...what is this, sweetheart?" He stepped closer, peering down on the pile of clothes in front of you. You frantically waved your arms, trying to cover as much as your project as you could.

"Nothing! Nothing, I promise. Just...something." You cleared your throat nervously and stood, the buttons on your lap clattering to the ground. Both you and Astarion watched the buttons fall, and stared at them on the ground. At the same time, both of your heads snapped up and he was smiling.

"I caught you doing something," Astarion said, matter-of-factly. "I caught you doing something...something secret? Which makes me want to know even more."

"No you have not. I'm just...mending some clothes. To see if Gale could use any of them for enchanting." Proud of yourself, you smirked back, crossing your arms. Astarion eyed you suspiciously then finally looked behind you at the pile.

"For an...enchantment?" He echoed, causing you to nod in agreement. "Then why does it look like you have 7,000 shirts back there?" He walked towards the pile, and after a quick examination, he picked up the shirt you were working on when he entered, "Gods, how many do you actually have? Is 75% of your Bag of Holding filled with pants?"

"I'm trying to help, and you're getting in the way! Go away!" You teased, pulling on his sleep shirt to get him to step back. He swatted you away gently and kept looking, gingerly picking pieces of clothes up. Once he started to unfurl the pile, knowledge dawned on him.

"...it's a blanket," He said simply, quietly. He started to spread the blanket out, holding it in his hands as if it was made of the world's most precious fabric, "It's beautiful. You did this?" He looked at you, his face unreadable.

You nodded, smiling at him. You stepped around him to investigate the unfinished work, "I had the idea at the Tiefling party to start, since you told me that night in camp you got cold with what you had. So I just...kept the clothes we all no longer needed and thought it would be a nice...surprise?" Suddenly embarrassed, you blushed and pursed your lips together, looking to the ground.

Astarion said nothing, but continued to rub the blanket between his fingers. The contrasting fabrics of the velvet cape and wool robe you stitched together made a soft rubbing noise as he moved his hand. You felt your heart speed up a tiny bit - Astarion was usually never quiet, so you didn't quite understand what was going on.

"...is that okay?" You finally asked, leaning down to his level. He swallowed and slowly looked at you, bringing the blanket to his chest.

"And it's for me?" He asked. You nodded again.

"Do you...like it? Is it...too much?" You sighed heavily and stared at the blanket again, "Gods, it's too much, yeah? I knew it would be. Just because you said you were cold doesn't mean that I needed to make you a blanket-"

"I love it." He said, his voice barely above a whisper. You stopped and looked at him, a smile erupting on your face.

"You do? You don't think it's....too much that I'm making this for you? You don't think I'm...weird?"

"Oh no, you're definitely weird," He said, gently putting the blanket back in its original spot, "I'm not negating that. But...you're also very kind," He looked at you and took your hand, standing you both up. For a moment, he held on to your hand before he hesitantly dropped it, "This is a wonderful gift. Thank you...I..." He sighed, shaking his head, "I have never been given a gift like this...at least, not in a long time. It means much more to me than you could know, that you did this for me."

You blushed, lacing your fingers between both of your own hands. "That...makes me glad. I'm glad you like it. It's not ready yet...a few more shirts should do the trick, though!" I gestured to the shirt I was working on earlier, "It'll be ready probably...in a few days? You'll definitely have it before we reach Baldur's Gate."

Astarion chuckled and nodded, "That is quite alright. Take all the time you need...I didn't expect a gift like this, so you are well within your right to take as much time as you want," Suddenly, he smiled, "Though I'm not an expert, I have made my fair shares of enhancements and such to clothing...the blanket is beautiful work. You should be proud."

You smile and shrug, searching his eyes. Very rarely do you ever get to see Astarion in a vulnerable mood, one where he doesn't mask himself with jokes and charm. You like it, and you feel special knowing that he doesn't have these types of conversations with everyone.

"Besides, it'll help Wyll get off my back whenever he rips his shirt or whatever," Astarion finally broke the air with a flick of the wrist, waxing annoyed about Wyll.

You laughed and rolled your eyes, allowing Astarion the safe space, but also allowing him to step back when it all got to be too much.

"Well...I'm glad you like it," You finally said, "I'll be happy to give it to you when it's finished. And I'm sure I'll also appreciate the extra space in my Bag of Holding."

Astarion bent down to pick up the scattered buttons, handing them off to you. He smirked and walked towards your tent entrance to leave. Suddenly he turned around and stared.

You looked up from the buttons and saw his face was soft, unusual. It almost seemed like Astarion didn't know what he was feeling, either. He waited a moment before he spoke.

"I meant it when I said I have never received a gift like this before. This means-" He stopped himself, swallowing audibly. He cleared his throat before he continued, "Well, this means a great deal to me, that you did this. You are a kind person..." His eyes were shimmering as he looked at you, leaving you a bit breathless.

"I don't know if I'll ever be able to forget your kindness," He finally said, "Thank you...again." All you could do was smile and nod. Was he crying?

Astarion undid the laces on your tent flaps quickly and exited, closing it tightly behind him. You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding, and placing the buttons on your side table, you sat on your bed, looking at the blanket. You replayed the conversation with Astarion in your head, and you started to smile. How wonderful was it, that you could effect someone so greatly with just a simple, kind gesture? You started to fold the blanket and gather the materials, placing them in a more organized pile in the corner of your tent.

It was time to sleep now, and even though you were completely awake 20 minutes ago, you suddenly felt hazy and sleepy, like you were in a dream.

As you drifted off to sleep that night, Astarion lied awake in his own, staring at the ceiling of his tent. He smiled and felt his own, thin blanket on top of his body. This entire adventure, he was disappointed in his sleeping accessories - blanket in particular, nothing ever made him feel safe, or warm. Though he longed from something heartier and more luxurious, he would never admit it out loud.

And yet, you somehow knew that a new blanket was something he wanted...possibly, even needed. Soon, he wouldn't have to worry about his shivering waking him up in the middle of the night.

That night, Astarion fell asleep, and though he was sure it was just a trick of the mind, he felt warmer than he had in weeks.

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Give it up for our favorite sassy tailor, Astarion everyone. I love Astarion fics where there isn't romance/sex involved...this man needs more FRIENDS.

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[goldengleams]

Could you do #16 with the loml Jamie drysdale, but with reader waking up from a nightmare next to Jamie?? Sorry I hope this isn’t too specific!! I love you writing 🫶🏻

hold me | j. drysdale

I’ve survived midterms and now I’m on spring break!! I’m clearing out my inbox to make room for another blurb night coming up! Hope you enjoy🤍🤍

In which Jamie holds you close after a nightmare.

It was late when you finally climbed into bed beside Jamie, who was already fast asleep. He had gone to bed two hours before you did.

It was Sunday of midterms week, so for most of the weekend, you had been holed up at the library of your college or in your dorm room. Your stack of notecards had grown practically tenfold over the past week and you were sure that your screen time was a heinous number that you refused to look at. It was only this afternoon that Jamie had managed to invite you over for dinner and had convinced you to stay over due to your exams later in the week.

You were always grateful for Jamie, but even more so this week when he could sense your stress from miles away. Now, as you cuddled up next to him and fell asleep, you were reminded at how special he truly was.

Even though you had tried to quiet your mind before you went to sleep, but a few hours later it proved to be no use. After a jarring dream where you imagined you woke up late and missed your exam, you jolted up in bed. Jamie’s arms broke away from you quickly as you sat right up.

“Y/N?”

“Go back to sleep,” you managed to say to Jamie through your heavy breaths and the tears escaping your eyes.

“Babe, what’s wrong?”

You simply shook your head, “Just a bad dream.”

“Hey,” Jamie whispered, sitting next to you on the edge of the bed. “It’s alright, it wasn’t real.”

“Yes it was,” you cried, hiding your face in your hands.

“Was it about your tests?” Jamie asked quietly. His hand had started rubbing your back, encouraging you to calm down, which had helped your shuddering body.

“Mhm, I failed the chemistry one,” you chuckled humorlessly.

“That does sound scary,” Jamie said gently. “But you’ve been studying nonstop, and you still have a few days, right? You’ve got this babe, you’re the smartest person I know.”

You looked up to find Jamie offering you a soft smile. He tucked a strand of hair behind your ear and wiped a tear from your cheek.

“There’s my pretty girl,” he mumbled, pressing a kiss to your lips.

“And your tired girl,” you yawned, already shuffling towards your side of his bed to fall back asleep.

Jamie quickly followed your lead, pulling you in close to kiss you goodnight and help you get the rest you needed.

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Hi can I get any kind of frat!peter angst, I’m such a slut for angst and something ab frat!peter makes me go feral

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'who the fuck is lauren?'

peter spins around in his desk chair, his pen stops twirling in his fingers. 'lauren?' you feel your blood pressure boil, it's one thing to be commenting and liking everything she posts, it's another to pretend he doesn't know who you're talking about.

'lauren, you know, itslaurenpeters222' it clicks, peter's got a furrow between his brows, his mouth slightly opens with recollection. instead of answering, he follows up with a question.

'why?'

you're about to kill him, for a moment, you imagine stabbing his shoulder with his pen. you don't like the question, he wants to know what you know before he admits to anything.

'just answer the fucking question, parker. who's lauren?'

'i'll tell you who she is if you tell me why you're asking.'

wrong answer. you fly off the handle, you throw your phone at him, he catches it without blinking. her page is pulled up, each photo marked with a 'liked by its.parker and others.' in some, he's even got a comment or two showing.

it's nothing incriminating to the untrained eye, but you know fuckboys and this is how it starts.

'i'm not fucking around, parker. who the fuck is she?' again, he doesn't answer. 'it's not what you think, if that's what you're asking.' you feel your brain breaking, you claim gaslighting frequently, but this time you mean it.

'if i wanted to know if you were fucking her, i would've asked that. i need to know who she is because she's the only other girl you interact with.'

peter locks your phone and attempts to hand it back, you refuse to get close to him, he tosses it to the bed as a middle ground. 'she doesn't go to school here.'

you're at your breaking point and peter doesn't realize. you tone down your anger, you're speaking calm and softly, you need him to hear how close he is to losing everything.

'peter, i need you to look at me.' steady eye contact, it's like you're trying to read a brick wall. 'i swear on everything i own, i will walk out that fucking door and never come back unless you tell me who she is right now.'

peter's antsy, he heard you loud and clear, and now he's wavering on his options. you think he's about to call your bluff, you don't care, you're a thousand percent serious and if he lets this be the downfall, so be it.

you wait for two minutes, you counted to sixty twice and peter's still chewing on his bottom lip. you have your answer, you nod with disgust, you thought he was better than this.

peter got caught red handed. you honestly never took him for a cheater, peter's a lot of things but a cheater wasn't something you ever pegged him for. it's sickening how wrong you were.

you have nothing else to say to him, you snatch your phone from his bed and whip around for the door, the second your hand wraps around the doorknob, peter clears his throat.

'i had a friend in high school. a really, really good friend and he did something that hurt me. lauren is his little sister, she's two years younger than us and goes to rutgers. it never has been, and never will be, sexual. and i don't know why i still talk to her, all she does is remind me of her brother but i don't know, it's nice to know i'm still connected to their family a little, i guess, i don't know.'

your eyes narrow on his face, it seems like he's being authentic and honest. you don't bite, yet. 'and you couldn't just tell me that?'

'i don't like talking about him.'

'and that means...'

'it means that telling you who lauren is, opens up a new door of information about myself and you'll want to pick this apart and you're gonna get hurt when i shut down and tell you we're not going to talk about it. ever.'

peter's a softie around his friends, you assume this was a best friend, and if it was high school that means peter was still a nerd. meaning, it had to be bad.

'what did he do?'

peter crosses his arms over his chest, your question proves his point. he's blocking you out, he gave you all he was going to give, it's up to you if you decide if it's enough.

'peter, c'mon, you can't just dump all that on me and expect me not to-'

'yes, yes i can. i told you i wasn't going to explain it further. you wanted to know who she was, i told you, conversation over.' peter was right, it does hurt your feelings. he never wants to open up and it's frustrating beyond belief, but peter's taught you that slow and steady wins the race.

if you badger him about this, he'll shut you out indefinitely. if you slowly poke and draw out information over the course of a few weeks, you'd have the full story. more or less, you’ll attract a bear with honey.

'that's all she is? your old friend's little sister? there's never been anything more i need to be aware of? nothing?'

peter shakes his head, the one thing you believe, it's that there wasn't anything sexual. the thought has him look like it makes him sick to picture it.

'the last time i saw her in person she was fifteen, i promise there's nothing sexual. i don't even have her number, we interact on instagram, that's it. just likes and comments, no dm's or secret phone calls. promise.'

fine. it doesn't mean you like it.

'i don't like this. i don't appreciate you all over her page.' peter takes in your words, he's listening and while his tone is gentle, he's stubborn about the topic.

'i understand that, and i appreciate you telling me that, and coming to me about this, but i'm sorry, trouble, i'm not cutting her out. if you can't handle that, i understand. but if you do, we need to get this over with now, i don't need lauren resentment coming from you down the line.'

what he's saying without saying it, is that this isn't a bargaining chip and you can't hold it over his head. the topic of lauren dies tonight, and if you have a problem with that, you need to walk away.

you point at him, you're not nearly as hot headed as you were five minutes ago. 'i don't like this.' you feel like you haven't stated it enough.

'i understand. i'd have my own qualms if the situation was reversed.'

he brought it up first. 'and if it was reversed? how'd you react to this?'

'i'd be frustrated and have my own opinion, but i'd understand that this is a person you're not ready to let go of yet, and maybe one day you will be, but you can't be forced into it and you need to make that call when you know you're ready to move on.'

it's a shitty situation, at least peter knows it. you know it'll go nowhere but you can't imagine what could've happened that made him so clammed up.

'he really fucked you up, huh?' peter's hesitant to agree, he's terrified you'll use anything as a conversation starter. 'unrepairable.' no chance of fixing it, ever.

'you swear there's nothing going on?'

'i swear. i promise it on may. i promise it on the frat, on my relationship with you, on everything in me. there's nothing between us, i promise.'

you take a deep breath in, you're going to need more than a single conversation to think about it. it makes you insecure to the ninth degree, but you're confident he's telling the truth. to give peter some benefit, she's got a boy plastered all over her page dating back from two years ago to her third most recent post.

'okay. i believe you.'

'you do?' he sounds hopeful, he hopes this means you'll move on from it. 'i do. i don't like it, i don't support it, and i'll never support it, but i believe that you're not ready to let her go yet and there's nothing romantic or sexual about it.'

'and...' you can't believe you're giving the guy you're seeing a pass on another girl. 'lauren is the only exception. if i ever see you doing this with another girl, i'll stab your pen through your neck. are we good on that?'

peter hold his hand out, 'deal.'

you're allowing this to happen. this better prove how fucking trustworthy you are, if this blows back up in your face, you'll never make the same mistake twice. if peter lies, he'll fuck everything up for every guy after him.

you step up to meet his hold, your grip is tighter than his. 'deal.' 

#frat!peter drabbles

[tellodona]

i saw anon ask this in my inbox, but i accidentally deleted it 😭 i hope anon would see this !

the brothers seeing mc use sfx makeup

heads up: gn!mc, swearing in lucifer's

lucifer

he hasn't seen you all day, so he assumes you haven't left your room

hm. he has spare time. what's wrong with checking in on you?

he knocks on your door, and patiently waits for you to open it

when you do, what greets him is the sight of you with blood everywhere on your face

your makeup had your left eye blackened out (you just closed it) with fake blood dripping right out of it. and you even took the liberty of making yourself paler than usual

mc. what. the. fuck.

right of the bat, he could smell toxins on your face, and deduced it was makeup

but that still doesn't stop him from freezing over

"lucifer... are you okay?"

"*clears his throat* yes, i am, mc. are you perhaps trying... very detailed makeup?"

he has mixed feelings about it

one, wow, you're talented, good job, you almost scared him, mc

second, the blood reminded him too much of something and someone

"mc... please give me a heads up when you try this... sfx makeup, if you would"

that would depend

mammon

he had a big win in one of the casinos he frequents, so of course you had to know too!

he stomps towards your door and barges into your roon without much of a warning

you flinched and accidentally got lipstick on your teeth, so look turned and glared at him

he SCREAMS

"MC WHAT THE HELL??????????"

you had makeup to look like your face was burnt, and it looked too realistic for his liking. with your glare, it made you look more terrifying

he was shaking in his place because he got so scared-

ehem! the GREAT mammon doesn't get scared, okay?!

still though, you sigh and you should gently apologize to him

"mc, you scared the bejeebers outta me! i- i mean... i was surprised! just surprised! this're the things you gotta tell me, alright?!"

from then on he learnt how to knock. but it's more like slamming on your door impatiently

leviathan

because of the extent of his knowledge in cosplaying, you wanted his opinion on something about your makeup. like the color of your eye contacts maybe

you knock on his door, and when he doesn't answer, you hear faint sounds of a game going off inside, so you took the liberty of going inside

there he was, busy in front of his computer on a game that probably just came out an hour ago

you waited for him to finish, so when he did, you called out his name

he flinched, sighing, "mc, you have to stop scaring-"

he turns around and pales

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!"

he threw his controller at you, which hit you square in the face

we are NOT forgetting about the fact that he's a literal grand admiral

of course you're falling down on your bum

"m- m- m- mc, i'm so sorry!!!!!!"

literally on his knees begging for forgiveness

after a while, the both of you calm down

he finally takes into detail with your sfx makeup, which looks like you were drowned in the sea and you had tears coming out of your eyes

"maybe gray would look great... or blue?"

he'd help with whatever you need, just don't scare him like that again, normie!

satan

he'd recently borrow a book from the human world from you, finished it in one sitting, and wanted to return it to you

he knocks on your door, and when you told him to come in, he did

you were in front of your mirror, but he wasn't in the angle to see your reflection

"mc, i wanted to return your book- oh."

you returned around, looking at him curiously

your makeup made an illusion where your face seemingly split apart in the middle, one side was crying, and one side was angry

it hit home for him, despite the absolute gore of a thing you have on your face right now

he just wore a frown on his face, making you have a feeling of worry, "satan... are you okay?"

he gets out of his head and nods

"i just wanted to return your book. sorry if i'm intruding on something."

you assure him it's fine, and he debates whether to stay or not

he does, he sits on your bed behind you

"what's your inspiration for that, mc?"

asmodeus

you were asking for some makeup suggestions these past few days which was he excited to share with you

"are you going somewhere, mc? oh, oh! can i come? i can, right?!"

you laugh and tell him it depends

it's been two days since you last asked for makeup suggestions, so he assumed you already have them

he skips towards your room with a happy hum, knocking on your door, "mc~ i'm coming in!"

he walks in, smiling brightly

you were just finishing up, and you turned around

he almost hurls

"o- oh... that's what you've been up to, huh?"

you had some sort of crown on top of your head, but it was broken in half. your face had distorted make up on it, scratch marks all over, broken jewels decorated around your face, and some sort of gunshot wound on your forehead

he walks closer to you, his smile coming back, "can i make some suggestions?"

he immediately got hooked

be ready for an impromptu photoshoot

beelzebub

he'd recently receive a coupon for one of the restaurants he always go to that everything will be 25% if you bring someone with you

he immediately thought about you

he happily walks to your room, a smile on his face thinking about how much food he'll be eating and that you would be there with him

he knocks like once, before he just opens your door

"mc, i got a coupon after winning- what are you doing?"

he tilts his head when you look like you were poking at something on your face with a brush

you turn around to find him standing there with said coupon in hand, "what is it, beel?" you ask

but he just freezes

you had yourself look like you were crying, burn marks all over your face, and you wore an eye contact on your right eye to make it look like it went blind

"beel?" you try calling out again

he shakes his head when he stops thinking and the smell of the makeup's toxins flaring in his nose

"oh... uhm. you look great, mc. i didn't know you could do that."

you thank him, and he went on with the tangent about the coupon

he's desperate in subtly ignoring the makeup

belphegor

it's rare, but somehow he got a nightmare

he forgot about it as soon as he woke up, but he was still feeling a little restless

he walks out of his and beel's room and walked downstairs

he finds your light still open, so he immediately decided to make it your problem

he just opens your door without any prior warning and sees you standing by your bed

he raises an eyebrow and calls your name

you turn around and he was dumbfounded

you black and white feathers scattered around your hair, your eyes were depicted to be swollen from crying, your nose is bleeding, a slice on your cheek, and half of your face was burnt

and it felt like his nightmare all over again

"mc...?"

he was frozen over and you had to frantically assure him it was makeup

it took him a while to respond to you, and just nodded

he slept in your bed with you that night

i had some inspirations from the internet, but most of them are little close to home heh

see what i did there?

#well that turned angsty rq #welp #omswd #obey me #anon ask #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor

[havensins]

It’s my birthday 2day! 🥳

How would

Tony

Steve

Bucky

Miguel

Celebrate with me?🥰

happy birthday anon :))) i decided to do this one with just bucky and miguel bc i don’t think i could be original enough to have four separate thoughts on this, hopefully that’s okay! [also a reminder that my asks are currently closed!! i will open them back up once my inbox is cleared. you can still come say hi or talk to me though :> ]

(tw, lingerie)

for bucky. at first, bucky wouldn’t know what to do for you or what to get you for your birthday. and as he’s thinking about his options, his mind wanders to all the times you call him pretty and especially the time you’d made an offhand comment about how he’d look in some pretty garters or panties…

and from there he falls down a rabbit hole and ends up purchasing the set he’d assume would get the most rise out of you. it was a pretty navy blue set that came complete with panties and garters and lace stockings.

and when they finally come, he’s surprised at how good he feels as he tugs on the panties over his thighs and his hips. he finishes with the garters and stockings just in time. he’d called out for you the moment you entered the house and seeing bucky in the sexiest pieces of cloth you’d ever laid eyes on was not what you expected.

he’d be slightly nervous at first, but once he could see the physical proof of how affected you were, his nerves died down and his lips rigged up into a crooked smile. “are you gonna come take apart your birthday gift or what?”

(tw, mentions of oral (reader receiving) and bondage?)

for miguel. miguel wouldn’t have to think too hard about what he could for for you for your birthday, after all, you were constantly telling him how wonderful his mouth was when he blew you.

and that’s how that went. he had a pink ribbon, the really thick kind that was strong enough to hold him in place when he wasn’t using his strength. he had managed to tie his hands together in front of him. he was stark naked and kneeling on your bedroom floor only a few feet away from the door.

you’d see him immediately as you came through the door. he would be so obviously embarrassed, with patches of dimmed red splotching down his chest from his cheeks. you eyed him as you dropped your things, taking in his pretty he looked all wrapped up for you.

“use my mouth however you see fit,”

#answered #dom male reader #dom!reader #top male reader #avengers x male reader #marvel x male reader #avengers x reader #sub!bucky #sub bucky #sub bucky barnes #sub!bucky barnes #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes x male reader #sub!miguel #sub miguel #sub!miguel o’hara #sub miguel o'hara #miguel o’hara x male reader #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o’hara smut

[yvnaology]

✦ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐀 𝐄𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒… 「 YVNAOLOGY’S OFFICIAL FONTINALIA FESTIVAL ! 」

✰ THE FONTAINE FILM ASSOCIATION HAS A MESSAGE FOR YOU! ( please read below at your earliest convenience. )

greetings, dear traveler! on (01/04/24) we’ve reached 300 followers ✦ a milestone such as this only requires the most celebratory event as a reward for your support. you are hereby invited to join us in the world of film, where productions are manufactured and spread across dimensions — the fontinalia festival!

♯ LINK TO EVENT MASTERLIST HERE!

{ 🎬 } SUBMISSIONS: 15/15 [ NO LONGER TAKING SUBMISSIONS. ]

{ 🎞️ } QUEUE: 0/15 submissions completed.

🎥 R & R ( RULES / REGULATIONS. )

❝where can i enter my submission?❞ i only accept submissions via the ask box, do not send me dms or comment on this post with your submission — they will likely be ignored.

❝how long will the event last for?❞ the event runtime will be from february 20th — march 20th.

❝how do i participate in this event?❞ you are required to: provide me with 1 of your favs, choose 1-2 dialogues + a scene from a movie out of the ones i’ve provided below. one submission per person!

❝which fandoms/characters will you write for?❞ this is open to both genshin impact & honkai: star rail! open for all playable characters for both games (+ sunday, robin, aventurine, firefly from hsr.)

❝when will you be posting the completed submissions?❞ i will begin working on the submissions after the end date, which is march 20th & until then my inbox will be clearing sporadically — a reminder that i am a high school student! not a machine 🤍

✉️ message from the opera epiclese. here is your provided template (not required to use.) :: can i have [dialogue 1] / or + [dialogue 2] using scenario [1-40]? with (1 character), please!

ex. can i have “you look wonderful tonight.” + “stay close to me.” using scenario 1? with dan heng, please!

[REMINDER: IM ONLY WRITING FOR ONE CHARACTER YOU SEND, DO NOT SEND IN MULTIPLE.]

[ ☆ SECTION : DIALOGUE PROMPTS. ]

#1 : “you look wonderful tonight.”

#2 : “stay close to me.”

#3 : “your smile is my favorite kind of magic.”

#4 : “i didn’t choose you; my heart did.”

#5 : “i didn’t plan on falling in love, but i’m glad it happened with you.”

#6 : “in your gaze, i’m found.”

#7 : “where’s my kiss?”

#8 : “you’re betting on this, aren’t you?”

#9 : “i need you to be okay.”

#10 : “stay strong for me, for us.”

#11 : “it doesn’t have to be like this.”

#12 : “keep your eyes on me.”

#13 : “what are we?”

#14 : “thank god you’re safe.”

#15 : “you can lean on me.”

#16 : “you look more than okay.”

#17 : “don’t overdo, don’t overthink.”

#18 : “quit teasing me.”

#19 : “do you want me to hold you?”

#20 : “i love you more than words can describe.”

#21 : “you, of all people? don’t make me laugh.”

#22 : “but friends don’t do the things we do.”

#23 : “you’re getting distracted again, love.”

#24 : “i can’t take my eyes off you.”

#25 : “tell me things you’ve never told anyone else.”

#26 : “please don’t do this to me.”

#27 : “give me your hand.”

#28 : “it’s only you and i.”

#29 : “i didn’t mean what i said.”

#30 : “take a deep breath, will you?”

#31 : “do you trust me?”

#32 : “take a chance on me.”

#33 : “what are you planning?”

#34 : “hurting you is the last thing i wanted to do.”

#35 : “you’re making a mistake.”

#36 : “if you walk away, don’t come back.”

#37 : “what are you so afraid of?”

#38 : “who are you trying to impress?”

#39 : “i didn’t think you’d mess up so horribly.”

#40 : “are you sure that’s how you do it?”

[ ★ SECTION : MOVIE SCENES. ]

#1 : ballroom dance

#2 : candlelit dinner

#3 : umbrella sharing

#4 : beach/ocean escapade

#5 : receiving a love letter

#6 : ferris wheel confession

#7 : family meeting

#8 : midnight stroll

#9 : proposal

#10 : combat training

#11 : them teaching you their craft

#12 : cafe date

#13 : jealousy episode (specify who gets jealous reader or character)

#14 : breakup

#15 : finding out a dark secret

#16 : post-argument

#17 : visiting them at work

#18 : bookstore date

#19 : acknowledging an academic rival

#20 : comforting them after a hard day

#21 : doing their hair

#22 : doing their skincare

#23 : shopping spree

#24 : flashback to childhood

#25 : first time meeting their family member(s)

#26 : them showing you off to their friends

#27 : promposal

#28 : falling asleep on the couch while waiting for their return

#29 : death (specify reader or character)

#30 : first kiss

#31 : unrequited love reveal

#32 : finding out they’re hung up on their past love

#33 : pocky game

#34 : confession failed successfully (specify reader or character)

#35 : locked in a room together

#36 : enemies finding out they’re in love

#37 : rekindling a lost spark

#38 : ex-husband visiting you

#39 : comforting overworked s/o (or reverse, specify)

#40 : first date gone wrong

#yvnaology300.txt ✦ #astronetwrk #honkai star rail x reader #hsr x reader #hsr x you #hsr x y/n #hsr x gender neutral reader #genshin x you #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin fanfic #genshin imagines #genshin x gender neutral reader #genshin impact x you #genshin x y/n

[firstkanaphans]

I think the thing that makes me lose my mind the most upon rewatching the episode is how...very into it Sand is the whole time?? Like, the minute he has Ray in his car HE's the one who goes all "ugh, I COULD have hooked up with someone tonight" 🙄😒 and planting the seed in Ray's mind. I wasn't sure if that line was intentional, but I am certain there's a HUGE shift in Sand's demeanor when Ray asks him if he's been hit on by men. It's almost like Sand realizes and gets confirmation like, "ohhh, so that IS where this could be going?" and from there he's also the one who asks if he's supposed to be a hooker tonight and then on top of it all, the way he says "if I'm interested, I do it for free" and giving Ray that Look after just seemed sooo pointed. Like Sand's making it very clear where he is on the whole thing but wants Ray to be the one to make the final move (which Ray 100% does deliver 😂). And he doesn't hesitate at all! When Ray leans in Sand kisses him back immediately without missing a single beat.

and then once sand makes it clear they're 'only friends', and ray kisses him the second time, they even start taking their clothes off at the same time lol. like, sand is trying to be chill about this whole thing but he wants this just as much as Ray does, I think 👀

(i hope it's okay i'm screaming about these two in your inbox 😅 these two have been living rent free in my mind and i needed to vent to someone haha!)

Oh, please scream away! None of us are sane here 😂

I don’t think there was ever a question from either of them about where things were headed. The writer said that Sand lighting Ray’s cigarette in episode one was meant to symbolize him lighting the fire of their relationship and I think everything that happened from that moment on was just very elaborate foreplay. The bigger question in my eyes is why?

Ray’s motivations are obvious. Sand showed him an ounce of kindness and he imprinted on that man so fast he should be embarrassed by it. But like you said, Sand seems to have a soft spot for Ray as well. A softer spot, quite frankly, than he probably deserves. 

Why would Sand want to have a one-night stand with a spoiled rich boy who has more baggage than an airport when there are far easier targets out there? Is it about the thrill of the chase? Is it simply physical? Honestly, I don’t know.

My best guess is that Ray reminds him of someone. An ex-boyfriend, perhaps? Maybe one who drove drunk and got himself killed?

All I know for sure is that Sand is fond. He likes that Ray’s a spoiled brat. He likes that he can tease him. He likes that he teases him back. I’ve seen people say that Sand’s already in love and I don’t think we’re anywhere close to that yet, but you’re absolutely right. Sand knew exactly what would happen if he took Ray home that night and he did it anyway. He didn't even have to bribe him with a monstera!

What I'm looking forward to most about next week is watching Ray beg Sand for more. Maybe it'll humble him a little.

#only friends the series #sandray #asks

[stardust-selfships]

PLEASE do Boom! Sonic x reader cute moments and overall headcanons😩🙏🙏

FIRST SONIC ASK LET'S GOOOOOO (huge sonic fan)

Boom sonic general (relationship) headcannons!

Genre: fluff, general

Rating: PG

Warnings: none

I headcanon sonic in boom to be bisexual, so honestly he doesn't care what your gender identity is, he loves you all the same!

This is boom sonic, so he's a bit egotistical so having a partner is great for him as he likes to show you off to his friends and the islands folk.

Of course this opens you up to being involved in Eggman's schemes and attacks, sometimes you have to be the "damsel in distress", but honestly it's no biggie as Eggman wount do much to you, mainly you chill at his place til sonic comes in to rescue you.

Naturally you will be on Sonic's friend group, and you hit off well with amy, knuckles, and sticks, but you are a bit closer with tails considering him and sonic are a package deal, those two are together a lot due to their brotherly bond.

Speaking of, the twin-tailed fox will tease sonic about you, saying like "how's your better half, sonic?", of course he's only doing this out of just messing with his step bro, he means no ill will! Though he finds it funny when sonic reacts flusterdly.

All Sonic's, including boom, are absolute saps. He will take you on dates, take you to his favorite spots on the island, tell you stories of all of his adventures over the years, sometimes he will give you small things like rocks or shells that remind him of your eye/hair/fur color!

I headcanon book to be about 18-19, though if you want to think he's 15-16 that's fine too, he just personally seems like a young adult to me.

With that being said he's very flirty and touchy, he likes PDA and will hold your hand in public, hold you close when taking to his friends, cuddle, etc. Though he will have moments he wants alone time on the island, typically napping on top of a roof, on a hammock, etc.

If you don't like chili dogs, or haven't tried one, he will do everything in his power to have you try one. If hot dogs aren't your thing, then he will make you some of the best chili cheese fries you'll ever have on your life! Dude knows what he's doing.

You and Amy surprisingly become good friends, talking about sonic together and she tells you all the dumb little things he's done with her and such, she's definitely a new bestie for you. Plus, she knows what he likes, and will give you pointers to how to surprise him!

He's moody as hell, so sometimes he will be stubborn over things, but he means well.

I headcanon him to be a cancer (the star sign)

If you steal his hankerchif/scarf, he will be bugged by it but honestly thinks you look adorable with it.

(The hankerchif/scarf smells like those ocean scented candles/body wash and chili dogs, that's kinda his scent, it's quite nice actually)

Tbh most Sonic's have commitment issues when or comes to being tied down, though....honestly you kinda changed that, he kinda likes the thought of you both getting married and possibly settling down, though even if that happens, he still has his adventurous nature and will still get up to mischief >:)

I hope you like this! It was tons of fun to do!

I absolutely adore boom, he's one of my favorite Sonic's, and super fun to write for!

My requests are open and my inbox is now clear! So keep the reqs coming, I love you guys, please make sure to drink water if you haven't today!

#boom sonic #boom sonic x reader #sonic x reader #sonic the hedgehog x reader #sonic the hedgehog #sonic boom #imagine #sfw #fluff #general #selfshipping #x reader #self shipping

[shandycandy278]

that post u reblogged frames antis in a dishonest way... literally all we want is for people to be normal about minors and siblings.

but the issue is that most of the bad stuff is framed in a neutral light. or worse, it just exists for someones pleasure. which knowing fandom spaces, is going to be the case a rather high percentage of the time.

antis arent evil, and its clear that that post is coming from a close minded person.

sorry i just got up and seeing a post framing me as someone who wants to censor the whole internet makea me mad. i LOVE being not censored. its just some stuff HAS to be censored because its just morally gross.

but as i said, as long as that morally gross stuff is framed as it is, morally gross, im fine.

No, you’re right. Anti’s aren’t evil. But they’re not entirely right either. There’s a LOT of miscommunication going on in the drama surrounding them, and I will happily take a chance to try and communicate about this as clearly and calmly as I can.

I’m not mad or upset or anything, PLEASE do not see this as me being like “actually you’re WRONG”. That’s not it at all. I’m just going to be going over what was brought up in the post you are talking about, and how I interpreted them/what I believe.

(TW/CW: talk of the pro/anti drama, pedophilia, incest, abuse, murder, suicide, terrorism, rape, censorship)

I’m very confused as to how you thought this was an attack on you. The post was literally talking about how the response they have is very natural and good. Especially in real-life situations, because those sorts of things are wrong in real life. If you reread the post, you’ll see that it compares it to an automatic immune system for fandom spaces and the like. There was no hate or shade thrown, because you guys are necessary and right that incest and pedophilia is wrong. There’s nothing that says that you are not right.

But it also says that fiction is something that requires different approaches in this regard. People writing and drawing about pedophilia and Incest don’t want it to happen in real life an know it’s abusive and shady IRL. They KNOW it’s wrong, they aren’t denying that it’s wrong. The post actually explains this part better than I’ve seen many others describe this, and if you read it, you’ll find that they go on to define that exploring this sort of what-if thing in a fictional setting helps us, as humans, process the horrors of the reality and and the reality of the situation.

I’ve written about characters committing suicide and killing each other. Does that mean I want everyone to kill each other and then themselves? No. But I couldn’t fully process and define how that made me feel. Not until I wrote about it in a fictional setting. I didn’t even realize how horrible it was that I had almost offed myself years before that, back before I found writing and fanfiction. Not until I wrote about it. Now if I write characters killing themselves, it’s a reminder to myself. My life is valuable.

People make shows and the likes about serial killers too, you know. There’s fiction out there that highlights that, slavery, abuse, rape, terrible addictions, genocide, cults- but Anti’s don’t get upset about those. Not really.

Because those are ALL horrible, terrible things. Things that suck about our world, things that we hear about and it makes us feel sick. Because they’re BAD. Everyone knows they’re bad. Proshippers, Anti’s- EVERYONE. The only people who don’t know that are the people being abused and the people abusing them (depending on the situation).

You can drop into a pro shipper or Anti’s inbox and ask “how do you feel about school shootings, incest, pedophilia, rape, and the likes IRL?”, and they will respond with “man they SUCK humans sucks I wish people wouldn’t do that, I wish humans would (insert something to try and get the horrendous acts to stop). I hate that it exists IRL.” Or something along those lines.

But I haven’t seen anything telling writers and artists to stop creating content on those things. Why? Because creating them in a fictional reality helps us process the truth of it.

All of this was also in the post! I understand if it was a hard read because you felt like you were being attacked by it, but I do NOT think the post’s intent was to “attack” antis. Heck, “anti” is even in quotes because I’m fairly certain OP was only using the title so that people would see it and know that this is what they were discussing. It was just to try to explain the dilemma to people who didn’t know, or to those who have chosen one moniker or another not knowing what exactly it means or what’s happening. An analysis, if you will.

But I’d like to gently ask (if you can find it in yourself to, because I’m not going to force you to do something you’re uncomfortable with) that you take a deep breath, push your feelings about the drama and the likes to the side, and re-read it. It really summed up everything nicely, with a comparison that is honestly very true- not just for fandom, but for a lot of humanity. Again, if you don’t, I understand. It’s very hard to reread a post after it gets you all huffy and puffy and upset. (Especially when you hate feeling like that, like I do, and it makes everything worse.) But it’s ALSO very hard to see what exactly is being talked about in a post and what the point of the post is if you read it huffy and puffy. Again, you don’t HAVE to, but it’s something I’d recommend trying if you feel up to it.

Along side that, I don’t think pedophilia and incest in fandom was ever intended or meant for it to be centered AROUND the fact that it was pedophilia or incest. Not unless it was a MAJOR story/plot point, or a part of the source material (like in a LOT of various Anime. I’ll be very honest, it’s a surprise that anime has not been brought up/referenced in any pro/anti drama I’ve seen so far. There is a LOT of fictional pedophilia/incest going on in there. Then again, Japanese fandom has stated that they don’t care about antis/proshippers or any of this sort of thing and will just happily block anyone who tries to drag in drama or throw them into mud. Maybe that’s why. Idk).

I personally think it started because people liked the idea of the character types and personalities working off of each other. Not because of some “HIDDEN SECRET EVIL PREDATOR URGE”. They just like how the characters acted together and had chemistry, thought it was cute, and went with it. The fact that it was incest and/or pedophilia wasn’t even at the forefront of their minds. They literally went “OOO TWO PRETTY CHARACTERS they should kiss”.

And honestly, that’s a lot of what shipping just… is. It’s deciding you like how two characters interact, taking it, and running off with it. Shipping discourse exists because people disagree on how that should happen and what dynamics should be in a ship, too! Because it happens soooo often. This isn’t much different, even if it’s a ship that others or many May view as problematic.

The post WAS admittedly a bit confusing about this next topic, so I understand if this was a big basis towards confusion, but-

I am a firm believer that people should create what they want to make, and not what others want to see from them.

And this post says much the same, in the later parts of it. Just phrased weirdly.

If this means that they make a bunch of stuff about incest, porn, pedophilia, murder- that’s not our business.

We are in no right to tell them what they should or should not create. It doesn’t matter their reasoning. It is their freedom to make whatever they want. No one should be policed over their own content, which they make for themselves.

But You know what is within your right to do?

Blocking them.

You have every right to block them so that you don’t have to see what they’ve made. If you don’t like it, I recommend you familiarize yourself with the block button and blocking tags, too.

And I think this is SO IMPORTANT for people to do.

A lot of proshippers have adopted this tactic, did you know? A lot of them block other proshippers and the likes ALL THE TIME, because they don’t like the content that that person makes. It’s fascinating. Proshippers will even do their best to respect Anti shippers by blocking them, so that the Anti won’t ever have to see the Proshipper’s works. And if proshippers find that someone is actually IRL a pedophile or a predator like that (a rare occurrence, mind you), they will block them, too! (Like what happened with an NSFW artist named Neahchan some time back).

But I think SOME (not all) Anti’s don’t understand that this is the easiest and safest way. Because you want to know what those FEW (not all) Antis do if they follow a proshipper?

If they are not blocked immediately, one of the first things those few do is harass the person. Cyber bully them. Maybe something small at first, but it gets to big things quickly. “You are sick I can’t believe you support this, let me make a full on call out post about this to tell everyone to isolate and bully you too”. If the proshipper chooses to comment or argue against the allegations, harassment just gets worse. If they block it then, it saves some face, but the drama swells horribly and it takes HUGE blows on their mental health.

Do you remember those videos about the kid that was bullied online and in school? About how they were going to kill themselves because they felt so horrible? That’s what those few antis are doing. They’re doing that to a human being.

(To me, this is the big issue. This is the thing we should REALLY be talking about instead of if a ship is okay to ship or whatever.)

If the proshipper blocks them right away, it’s a lot less impactful and a lot less harm is done. And those few antis will pick up a fuss about it “why did you block me! Your AUs are so cool! Whatever I’m going to try and harass you anyway”. (This is something that has actually happened recently to Skumhu, the creator of leviathan tale.)

When proshippers usually talk about Antis, it’s often these antis specifically that they’re talking about. The ones that harass and cyber bully them over completely fictional things that have no impact on the real world.

But why am I bringing up blocking people, anyway? You were talking about censorship.

That’s because blocking is a form of censorship, just personal to you.

If you were to go out one day and censor the entirety of the internet from, let’s say, images of any and all kinds of skeletons because skeletons and their symbolism made you uncomfortable, you’d get a LOT of people really upset at you. Because skeletons mean something completely different to them.

Okay, well, what if you prevented people from talking about and discussing terrorism by censoring them? It’s bad and horrible, surely if we stopped talking about it then it would stop. But now a lot of people who were victims or terrorism are upset because they had safe spaces where they could talk about their traumas and express them without fear. They don’t get that anymore with censorship in play. And now, terrorists have actually increased their attacks because there isn’t enough awareness going around, and people can’t prepare to defend themselves or keep themselves safe because they can’t even find out that it’s happening.

So now what if we censor pedophilia? Horrible, gross. SURELY something that’s influenced from everything going on online, so stopping it would put a stop to it. Right?

I promise, the same exact thing that I described above with terrorism will happen here.

Victims would not be able to discuss or share their experiences safely, or recover in their own way. Children would be put into further risk because parents wouldn’t be taught how to teach kids to watch out for the signs of a predator and notify their parents. Some parents might not even know of what signs to look out for, because we censored all the content of it.

Full, complete censorship of something gives oppressors the power to be more oppressive.

I understand being uncomfortable when fictional characters are written as incestuous or pedophilic, but if you want to censor the uncomfortable and icky gross stuff entirely, you should be ready for the consequences of censoring EVERY LITTLE THING about it because extremists and religious extremists will take what you’ve done and make it ten times worse. It’s not worth the pain and suffering it would cause. Not worth the lives that would be lost or the lack of support systems in place for survivors.

Is this every Anti’s vendetta? ABSOLUTELY NOT! But that doesn’t mean that censorship doesn’t give the abusers the power and freedom they need to hurt people.

There’s a reason why these are the signs of people in abusive relationships, and that’s because the lack of knowledge and support someone has, the more power the abuser has.

The safest and healthiest way isn’t to censor the whole internet because you’re uncomfortable with something. It’s to block users and tags who make you personally uncomfortable. It’s SO much better for your mental health, AND theirs. No one gets harmed, hurt, or cyberbullied.

It’s so important to know that there is SUCH a vast range of pro and anti people. There are certainly proshippers that are abusers, trolls, or jerks. Just like there are also antis who are the same.

(Trust me. I’ve been hurt by both a proshipper and an anti shipper. I’d rather not have to talk about my experiences with them to prove my point, because I’m also friends with pros and antis. It’s also a very private experience, and just mentioning that it happened is something that makes me feel weird.)

Repeat after me the 15% rule: in any given group of people, 15% of them are just the worst, most horrible and sucky people you could ever meet. And those people should be blocked for EVERYONE’S mental health and well being, but more specifically, YOUR mental health and well being.

I apologize if this doesn’t make sense or if there are any typos. It’s 5:30 in the morning and I haven’t slept, but I just… HAD to say this.

I’m so sorry you got hurt by that post and felt like it was attacking you. That was not my intention and I doubt that that was OP’s intention, either. But it’s SO important to me that people are free to do as they wish and create what they want in safe fictional spaces, to define that proship does not mean they support those things IRL, and the issues with censoring the icky gross stuff.

#ask sc #drama #pro shipping #anti shipping #pro ship #anti ship #pro anti drama #stars it’s 6AM now #i need to sleep so I can go to work tomorrow but I don’t think I can anymore #this exhausted me because this isn’t something I like to talk about #because blocking and moving on is just so much easier and safer than having to spill my heart out #but you are my friend and I care for you #so I did it anyway #and even if you disagree still #or even decide to block me or something because of it #I’d be okay with that #it might hurt but you’d be talking care of your mental health and well being #and that’s far more important to me than anything else #same with any other mutuals who read this

[mrsnancywheeler]

omg i was offline for a while but now im feasting on ur fics as i catch up HAHA😋🍽️ (sorry if i flood ur inbox in the process </3)

but with ur recent post talking about the reader’s trauma with hypothermia has got me #thinking. bc where i live, the weather is so spontaneous. it could be clear skies for one minute and suddenly just pouring rain/snow the next.

so i wonder what it would be like if the weather in district four was the same :( like it hurts so much thinking abt finn and the reader having a good day outside (it might be one of the first few times they’ve gone out together in a while) bc she finally feels ok enough. Then it suddenly starts raining and she just shuts down— or maybe she tries to act okay for finn because he was really looking forward to going out with his sweet girl :(( im just rambling lmao sorry

but i was also #thinking abt how on their first date, the reader jumps into the water and finnick joins her :(( and they spent the rest of their date swimming etc :(( and tft, shortly after winning her games, they probably couldn’t do that for a while bc either the cold water reminds her of the hypothermia or when marlow nearly drowned her :( I just imagined finnick swimming by himself and missing his sweet girl :((

idk i just be saying things HAHA ok time to catch up on everything 🏃‍♀️💨

-🦅

literally missed you so much pookie 💋💋

I hope you eat well and literally please flood my inbox I love it so so much

reader is literally like a professional masker most of the time lmao. so like maybe they're a few months out from her games, the spontaneous weather of it all has made it really difficult for her to go outside besides going to the markets with finnick a couple of times or sitting on the balcony. and she's so confused about how she feels about the ocean now because she loves it and always has, but now it makes her survival instincts kick in or brings her back to a place of near death. eventually when the water was warm she'd be able to to do warm water, and after a few years it really restricts itself to the cold and freezing rain, but for a while her relationship with water and the weather is very tumultuous.

but like finnick sees the weather is nice one day and asks reader if they can go sailing again. he hasn't been able to enjoy doing it alone since he first did it with her, and he misses it. and she misses it too even if it's difficult to let herself do, and she wants him to be happy. so she agrees. he packs lunch, she picks a book to read to him, he's got his fishing poles, and everything is set up. for most of the day it's good, it's warm and sunny, they're both grateful for the heat to be beating down on their skin. finnick would notice the clouds coming in first and quietly try to start leading the boat back to shore. letting her keep reading as not to disturb her, so this will just be a close call instead. but the weather has other plans and when he realizes this he has no choice but to mention it.

"angel, I'm sorry, I'm trying to get us back to shore, but it looks like it's going to rain. we're not going to be in it for long, I'm sorry."

and she's his sweet girl, so even though her stomach is turning with anxiety, she smiles through it. "it's okay, finn, I'll be fine." he knows it's a lie and she's already curling up into a ball, but there's not much he can do except reassure her that it will be okay. then the rain starts, it's not terribly cold, but it's rain. she strains to make small talk, but it's impossible to resist the urge to transport herself back into the arena. to cover her ears and try to provide warmth from curling up.

and finnick is trying to sail back, but also protect her from the rain, to tell her that it's all okay, to rub circles on her hands to keep her planted in reality. but by the time they've made it back to the pier she's having a full blown panic attack, that she can't hide even if she tries.

and he's getting her back out of the rain, into the house as fast as he can. getting her dry, bringing her back, breathing deeply, asking her to name things she smells, sees, hears, feels. when she's calmed down she's still crying and so apologetic.

"I'm sorry, you should go back out, I know you were excited. I'm really sorry, I always ruin everything."

"no, no, no, no, hey, hey sweet girl, don't be sorry. I'm not upset and you didn't ruin a thing, I just wanna take care of you."

once upon a time reader and finnick could swim every single day, multiple times and then suddenly it was stopped. not just because of the weather, but the water. and he'll never push it but he misses swimming with his sweet girl. he'll think non-stop about her, collect little treasures for her, but he diligently waits for her to slowly get accustomed to everything before then. but when she finally does start swimming with him again it'll be totally worth the wait.

yes yes yes, I hope you enjoy it ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

#wanda 💋 #finnick odair x reader #finnick odair x y/n #the lakes #finnick odair #finnick odair fluff #finnick odair angst #finnick odair x reader fluff #finnick odair x you #the river #🦅 anon

[keesdarlin]

☆// the night market

info! cayde-6 / fluff, ambiguous relationship + gender neutral reader

cw! no CWs

notes! first draft on this account - kinda nerve-wracking! also my first time ever writing for cayde -- just a lot of firsts going on. i hope that this is a good way to get this account started. feel free to drop any requests into my inbox! (listen i'm also writing this like cayde never died just for my own peace of mind. i just can't really do that right now just pretend along with me. lil vaguely christmas-themed piece)

it's chilly. the cold bites right through the thinnest layers of your clothes - the ends of your sleeves that cover your knuckles. no armor tonight. it's nice, if you're being honest.

the atmosphere is bright, more festive than you're used to. old string lights hang overhead, swaying as people move about the tents, looking through wares for sale. people chatter away at stalls, haggling without too much seriousness. music plays from somewhere -- wherever it's coming from, you can't see it, but it sounds nice and calm and live. you can't remember the song exactly, but it's familiar. it puts you at ease in the crowd. you just stand in the middle of the hustle and bustle, watching. it's nice to disappear into the crowd every once in a while, to be an observer rather than a protector for just a moment. a reminder of what you're fighting for.

you hum to yourself, your ghost hovering over your shoulder as you watch the motion of the crowd. then you yelp, feeling a purposeful yet awkward nudge against your shoulder. you turn to confront whoever it is with one hand over your chest, the other flying to the carefully concealed holster at your hip, to be met with none other than cayde-6. you force your eyes shut for a second and focus on the exhale that follows, hand falling away from your holster. "you scared the light out of us, cayde!" your ghost cries, shell spinning anxiously.

when you open your eyes, your expression is fairly deadpan, unamused at the slight smile he cracks. "since when are you so jumpy?" he teases, holding a mug in each hand. "i got us some, uh, hot chocolates. isn't that what you do at these things?"

he hands you one awkwardly, twisting his wrist so that you would be able to grab it from the handle. the mugs are metal, well-worn and dented, but just the right temperature to warm your reddening fingertips. "since i'm not wearing any gear," you mutter, holding your mug close to your chest. "and you might wanna be a little more careful with scaring me. i could've shot you." you really did scare us, you know.

cayde scoffs, stuffing one of his hands in his pocket. "seriously? you're packing heat at this little christmas fair?"

silently, you lean into him with your hip leading, just enough for him to feel the pressure of your holster against his leg.

his eyebrows raise in realization. "oh. i stand corrected."

you shake your head, hiding a grin by sipping at your drink. you nod in approval, humming your thanks.

then it's quiet for a beat. your ghost dissipates back to wherever they go when they're not hovering over your shoulder (you try not to think about it too much; the rationalizations can get kind of freaky), and you and cayde are left people watching in the center of the hustle and bustle.

"what are you doing here anyways?" you ask over the edge of your cup, opting to watch a group of friends flit from stall to stall instead of looking over at him. "i thought you weren't coming."

"well, i wouldn't be a very good, uhm..." it's a strong start, but when he turns to look at you as he speaks it's like the wheels in his head start to struggle a little bit. he clears his throat, trying to get himself back on track. "i wouldn't be a very good friend if i let you come by yourself, would i?"

you laugh softly, and the sound is bright, cutting through the buzzing noise of the crowd. "so he does have honor," you tease, finally smiling at him. for a second it doesn't feel quite so cold outside. then your gaze aims straight again and the rest of the atmosphere comes back into focus. "no, you wouldn't be. i would have taken it very personally."

"that so?" cayde looks down at you, amused. his voice rumbles deep and hearty in his chest, like the crackling of a campfire. it feels safe, has you wondering why you thought to bring your sidearm in the first place. but then you remember that he's looking at you, waiting for your response.

"oh, absolutely," you chuckle, and it comes out just a touch too fast, but if he notices he doesn't say anything. just laughs along with you.

the air settles again, both of you sighing into your mugs. "would you like to walk a little bit?" he asks, pulling his free hand out of his pocket and gesturing down the aisle.

you smile, fully this time with teeth and all, and take a step forward. "sure, i'd love to."

so you go, weaving through people and looking through trinkets and laughing at little lighthearted incidents occurring on the periphery of the market, humming along to the music, one of you always close behind the other. and the part of you that thought this would probably be awkward falls silent.

"you know what would go great with this hot chocolate?" you ask over your shoulder, and the brush of his cape against yours tells you that he's coming around the corner of the tent after you.

"what would?"

"some cookies," you say, smiling even though he can't see you. "on me, of course, since you bought the hot chocolate." you turn back into the aisle, deciding that the tent's wares no longer interest you.

cayde scoffs, sounding almost shocked. "listen, kid, you don't have to-"

you glare playfully over your shoulder, following your nose down the aisle to a vendor selling sweet treats. "if it makes you feel better, we can say that i'm only getting you one so that i don't feel bad about getting two for myself. deal?"

and cayde laughs again, breath coming out in wispy puffs. "okay, sure. deal."

the line goes fairly quickly and in no time you hold three chocolate chip cookies, carefully handing one off to the exo man. "thanks," he says awkwardly.

you shake your head. "no problem."

both of you munch on your cookies for a moment before you abruptly look up at him again. "we've never hung out outside of work before," you say as though you're just realizing it.

cayde straightens up at the though. "oh... i guess we haven't really, huh?"

you shake your head.

"guess that makes sense seeing as we're both... always working..." he says shoulders slumping. gosh, how boring.

"do you want to do something?" you ask. "like do something, not just hang out at the market?"

"i, uhm. sure. yeah," he stammers.

you nod to yourself, starting off into the crowd. he scrambles to follow after you.

soon enough he finds the both of you in a bustling field a tiny bit away from the market. it's much more calm out here than in the market even in spite of the number of people around.

"you do this often?" he asks uncertainly, watching over your shoulder as you sit hunched over on the ground, decorating a paper lamp.

"do what often?" you reply, not looking up from whatever it is that you're drawing.

cayde gestures vaguely, floundering for a moment. "this whole night market thing."

"oh." you look up from what you're drawing for a just a moment, staring at the sky. "not really. mostly just for the dawning."

cayde smiles. "so are you a dawning fanatic? do you do the outfits and the presents and the themed parties and all that?"

you wrinkle your nose, laughing lightly. "no, not really. i just like the market. don't have much to decorate with at home."

he nods. "fair enough."

then you turn to him, holding out your pencil. "you draw something on there too."

"oh, i'm not much of an artist."

you roll your eyes. "who cares? just put something on there, anything. it'll make things more fun."

cayde hums a disagreement but starts drawing anyways. once he's done he hands the pencil back to you. you hold the paper lantern up to the light, playfully analyzing it. "it's beautiful," you coo teasingly. he only bumps you with his shoulder in response.

"okay, so now what?" he asks, hands clasped together.

"now," you start, fluffing the lantern open, "we send it off."

cayde nods his head. "and how do we do that?"

you smile and pull a tea candle and a lighter out of your pocket. "with these. see you light it and you put it in the little holder in there, and then it floats. you wanna see?"

cayde smiles down at you and something about how bright the expression is makes you forget that you're out in a field, away from all of the light and holiday chaos of the night market. "sure," he says like it's simple. and you guess it is as you flight your lighter and light the little candle.

he watches as you place the candle in it's little structure. then he helps you lift it above your head, both of you giving it the tiniest boost as it goes on its journey in the sky. you sit in silence together as you watch it float off into space, into the smattering of stars across the sky.

"thanks for coming." you let yourself lean into the warmth of his side. he doesn't protest. it's comfortable there, in this moment, in the air trapped between the both of you. "i normally do this by myself, but it was nice to have company this year."

finally, he peels his eyes off of your little lantern in the sky to look down at you. "i had a great time. 'd love to do it again."

your expression melts into a cozy smile as your brain processes the words. i'd love to do it again sometime. you grin up at him. "deal."

#this was supposed to be SHORT #why am i incapable of being a normal person #i sat down to write this at 11pm #now it's 2am and this fic is 1.6k words long #what happened. where did they come from #cayde 6 x reader #cayde-6 x reader #cayde-6 #cayde 6 #destiny x reader #destiny 2 x reader

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too far into the waters to float by @hungerpunch | E | 2k Charles and Pierre rendezvous after FP2. As well as being insanely hot, there is also a trust and a closeness here between these two that just feels so true, and so beautifully written. I love the way this author writes dialogue - it is always such a pleasure to read.

'He focuses on the mole under Charles' right eye, the one that kisses his undereye circles when he’s tired enough. And today, he’s tired enough. This is not il predestinato. This is just some guy. Some guy who is Pierre’s best friend, fatigued but red-blooded and eager for it—at least enough to send a text asking for it—and it's hot as fuck.'

darkest little paradise by heroics | E | 2k Charles and Pierre celebrate after Pierre's maiden win. Their dynamic here is some of my favourite Pierre/Charles in the whole fandom. They know each other inside and out, and know exactly what buttons to press, how far to take things, and what the other needs. The emotions here are just gorgeous. I loved every second of this.

'Pierre’s always been steady, reliable, happy for all of Charles’s successes. It’s a good thing he’s won today: anyone else and Charles would be livid. Monza is his to win; he deserves to be loved here.'

backseat freestyle by @grandprix-ao3 | E | 2.8k I have no way to summarise this that isn't going to get my blog flagged for mature content - please just read it! This author is an insta-rec for me. No one does sexual tension quite like they do. The imagery here is also absolutely stunning. I cannot recommend this one enough.

'It’d been a strange sensation to get used to; the feeling of empty hands, stretched-out patience, gum-thick and soaked in broken-off pleasure where it sits swollen in his chest, like a helium balloon ready to pop.'

in my ribs and under my chest.by @pipitwrites | E | 2.8k Charles and Pierre try something new. This is stunning. The author has a beautiful, almost melodic style, and combined with Pierre and Charles' clear devotion for each other and the insanely hot things they do to each other - this is a work of art. This fic is an ode to Charles' waist, and I loved every single second.

'"I already know what you look like naked," Pierre reminds him with a smirk and Charles flushes at the implication, which is stupid. They've been living out of each other's pockets since they were children, before Charles had ever considered what it might be like to be wrapped up in Pierre.'

Casabianca by @francophonesfictions | E | 3.1k Charles has had a bad day - they meet in a locker room. This fic made me insane. You can tell that they are just completely crazy about each other. This is blisteringly hot, and cut through with moments of just sheer literary genius. Gorgeous.

'Pierre is stubborn by default and relentless when he smells weakness, and Charles is one big weak spot where Pierre is concerned.'

all of me, all of me by @hourcat | E | 3.1k Charles and Pierre are reunited after two weeks apart. If you look up the word 'tenderhorny' in the dictionary, you'll find the entirety of this fic. This author is fantastic at balancing mind-blowing heat with honey sweet moments, and it results in just the most gorgeous fics. This author is another insta-rec for me.

'In truth, it's been maybe two weeks tops; it's an eternity, though, for the two of them, who spend half their season waiting for winter break just so they can get up inside each other without consequence.'

your love is thick and it swallowed me whole by @wolfiemcwolferson | E | 3.3k Pierre sees a photo of himself and Charles that changes everything. The Realisation Moment in this fic stole my breath away, and I'm not sure I returned to normal functioning until I reached the final line. Masterful. The urgency and the tension and the underlying need of it all - no one is doing it like this author.

'Because for just a second - a second - Charles had looked over at Pierre like he could see it. Like he could see the want all over Pierre’s face and if he sees it then...'

a place further by @yekoc | E | 3.9k Charles and Pierre don't fuck during the season. The relationship here is stunning - so easy and light and you can just tell that they are friends before they are lovers. So hot. So funny. So sweet. So well written. A joy!

'When the door stays stubbornly shut, Charles decides to try to pray. Like always, it’s in Italian: faith edged back up on him at Ferrari, but it’s still a half-formed thing, more hope than habit.'

get me with those green eyes, baby by @singsweetmelodies | E | 4.6k Charles and Pierre and Basketball Date 2.0. I love how much fun they have together in this - the flirty banter, the teasing, the absolute ease. This is ridiculously hot, but they are also quite clearly best friends, who know each other by heart. This is tender and sweet and a little bit soulmate-y. Chefs kiss.

'Charles' gaze softens, and a hint of brightest summer green returns to his eyes, a dapple of light against the darkness of desire there. "Always," he whispers, so softly that if Pierre hadn't been leaning right over him, their faces inches apart, he wouldn't have heard him.'

you should think about the consequence (of you touching my hand in the darkened room) by anonymous | E | 4.7k Charles has a business Zoom call - Pierre has other ideas. This is insanely hot. One thing I love about this author's fics is their Pierre characterisation: charming and quick witted and just absolutely besotted with Charles.

'Charles had done his best not to look over his shoulder, even though his every instinct had been screaming at him to do so. Whenever they were in a room together, his whole body instinctively wanted to turn and gravitate to Pierre. He couldn't help it.'

drugstore perfume by @grandprix-ao3 | E | 6.5k Charles stays at Pierre's house, and learns something new. You will need oven gloves (/mitts) to handle this fic. I think this was the first Pierre and Charles fic I ever read, and it restructured my brain in a way that cannot be reversed.

'But he doesn’t shut up; of course, he doesn’t. Perhaps this is something Charles has always known about Pierre, that he doesn’t know how to close his mouth, that he just grins and squints and leans forward against countertops with dewy skin and dangling necklaces like he owns the entire fucking world: like he knows everything he does will make Charles hot under the collar, like he wants to take advantage of it.'

#piarles #charles/pierre #1016 #f1 rpf #pairing:charles/pierre #driver:charles #driver:pierre

[lostarchivesoforpheus]

Hi I have a request!

clingy!reader x expresso

After getting home from doing some chores they decided to suprise expresso so they quietly make their way to his room he's quietly working at his desk so they take this as a they didnt realize he was super busy so they hug him from behind causing him to spill the potion he was making without realizing he lashes out on y/n, then realizes what he had just done before he could say anything y/n ran out of the room crying (dramatic lol)

The rest is up to you also feel free to ignore if your too busy :)

Meaning Well

espresso x reader

summary: you wanted to show some affection to your dearest espresso cookie, but without realizing it, you messed up his work, causing him to yell. when you run back to your bedroom, feeling bad for interrupting, how will espresso cookie react?

warnings: physical touch, yelling, maybe ooc(?)

Finally, you were home. You sighed in relief. You were finally done running errands, which meant that you could finally see your husband, Espresso Cookie, once again.

You happily walked towards his home office. Quietly, you opened the door and made your way over to him, preparing to surprise him. Suddenly, you wrapped your arms around him.

The unexpected contact caused Espresso Cookie jump, consequently making him drop the materials in his hands and ruining the experiment he was working on. He groaned. "Seriously?! It took ALL DAY to get to this far! Do you even realize how hard it is to get some of this stuff? And now it's all gone to waste!"

His sudden yell caught you off guard, causing you to step back. Feeling guilty for what you caused, you quickly scuttle out of the room, muttering an "I'm sorry!" before you shut the door, leaving him alone in that room for the rest of the evening.

Late into the night, Espresso Cookie finally walks out into the hallway and makes his way towards your bedroom, where he knew you would be. Gently, he knocks on the door before entering quietly.

He makes his way over to the bed and carefully sits down next to you. He turns to look at you, only to be met with your tear-blotched face and your eyes that looked anywhere but him.

"Hey..I'm sorry I yelled at you. I didn't mean to make you cry. Really, I'm sorry," he gently whispers an apology. You finally turn to face him. "You sure you're sorry?" you quietly ask, still feeling terribly guilty about earlier.

"I'm sure. I really am. I never intended to yell, nor did I want to make you cry," he says as he carefully places his hand on your cheek. You close your eyes as you lean into his touch, "Okay."

a/n: help i didn't know how to end it lmao sorry hope it's still ok nonetheless,,, and as a reminder we are speedrunning requests rn and i will not shut up about it until the inbox is clear lmao so yea

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[effervescentdragon]

could you do some more arthur/oscar, please? perhaps a continuation of the bit you already posted for them, or something entirely different? maybe AU where arthur does act on the oscar thing in 2021... whatever you want! just know that you have made me low-key obsessed with them now 🙈😍

(huge brownie points if you can guess who this is btw!)

@singsweetmelodies is this you? or more accurately was this you this is at the bottom of my inbox and it got me inspired sooook if it isnt you, i love you anyways darling ❤️

"Spa is always fucked," is all Lando says on Wednesday. Oscar knows it's fucked, of course he knows, but he doesn't say anything. He just grunts and nods, and then they're filming another TikTok, both their smiles as bright as they are fake.

-

Oscar really just wants to sleep properly.

Mark frowns at him worriedly, and he never reminds Oscar of his dad more. "You can't take anything," he says apologetically. "It'll fuck with your training."

"I know. It's okay," he replies, even though it really isn't, and Mark pats him on the shoulder. It's enough to give him a boost of, if not really energy, than at least the will to push through another day of sim and obligations.

It's not a big deal, that's the thing. Sometimes he sleeps a lot, and sometimes he doesn't sleep at all, and it's been that way his whole life. He doesn't like ot but he has to live with it, which has been his philosophy ever since he was old enough to figure out what a life philosophy means. Oscar is used to it, and he's used to working around it so nobody notices. Mark has to know because he's his manager, and his trainers have to know because they're responsible for his fitness, and the bosses have to know because he is their investment, but as for the rest, nobody knows. He makes an image out of his sleepy, stoic countenance, and it's fast becoming a meme since his transfer to F1. The Prema video of him sleeping helped, especially with Robert playing it up, so it's okay. Nobody else needs to know.

Arthur takes one look at him in the paddock in Hungary and figures it out. He doesn't say anything, not with Fred and Ollie and Jack close, all chatting together, but his small frown is clue enough for Oscar.

The biggeat giveaway is the text message he gets not ten minutes after he says goodbye to the F2 guys.

room 516. i can sneak out after yr quali, maybe.

Oscar stares at the message for too long. Lando intercepts him on the way to the hospitality and he uses that as an excuse not to even open Arthur's message.

He qualifies fourth. He finishes the race fifth. The celebrations in the McLaren garage are so wonderful, he thinks he will be able to sleep.

He doesn't sleep. He doesn't open the message either.

Arthur doesn't text again.

-

"Do you think it will rain?" he asks nobody in particular on Thursday. He doesn't even know why he does it; it's stuoid of him. He doesn't remember what he was thinking about, waiting for his group to get to the press, and he hopes nobody heard him.

"Probably. But you'll be fine, Oscar."

He turns his head to the left and it's Charles. Of course it's Charles, with his tiny smile that is painfully familiar, and his cheekbones that look like Oscar almost remembers underneath his fingers, and the voice that sounds out his name in a way that makes Oscar feel three times more tired than he already is.

He hasn't slept properly since Austria. He doesn't think he'll sleep this week, either.

"I... yeah," is all he says. "Thanks."

Charles tilts his head and it's clear to Oscar that he knows - something. It makes Oscar want to throw up, because nobody can know. Nobody needs to know, and if Arthur told...

Charles' smile softens and he heasitates only briefly before he says "You should come visit us in Monaco again. Arthur would like that," and before Oscar can figure out if he's more relieved or mortified by the implications, Lewis joins them, distracting Charles quite thoroughly.

Oscar tries to listen, but his head is too full and he is too tired and he needs to be aware for the interview, so when Max offers him the Red Bull as a joke, he drinks as much of it as he can stomach.

He isn't going to sleep anyway.

-

He's laying in his bed and it's almost Friday and he has to drive tomorrow and there's a knock on his door.

It's a perfunctionary one because his door opens in the next moment, and he knows those shoulders and that hair and that sillouethe. He knows how it is to be pressed into the bed by that body, and that's exactly what happens not a minute later.

Oscar is tired and there is no light in the room and his eyes are too heavy and Arthur still smells the same and Oscar would know the feel of him anywhere.

"I don't -"

"Shut up," Arthur says, and Oscar is glad he can't see his face in the dark because he sounds angry and wrecked, "shut up, Oscar." Oscar feels him swallow. "It's Spa. I'm not letting you - not in Spa."

Oscar is so tired, tired of not sleeping and tired of resisting and just tired. He drags his palm over Arthur's back slowly until his fingers tangle in Arthur's hair. It feels different when he washes out the gel. Oscar's heartbeat is too slow. Arthur's is too fast.

He falls asleep before he can finish saying "I'm sorry" properly.

#i dont know what this is #it turned angsty #ANYWAYS #oscar/arthur #arthur/oscar #f1 rpf #my writing #effervescentdragonwrites