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spitdrunken · 3 months

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i am absolutely insane about your headcanons with the vee's, my mind is so full now... this is exactly what i was hoping to find when searching through the hazbin x reader tag after watching the episodes 👁️🙏🏻 please i'm so!! the being a writer for the vee's imagine is such a good idea, val and his.. comment especially got to me..

also, for your consideration:

Val — or all of the Vee's, really —, but, in the beginning, he's really not convinced about the quality of your dialogues, despite all the lines he's read (or, well, has had Vox read to him), so naturally you have to read your previous stories out loud to him, cheeks flushing and squirming when it gets to particularly graphic scenes and his gaze on you is so very heavy, smoke caressing your jaw while you stumble over your words.. It's worse if you've written about them and a character who resembles you, and Val's smile widens when you skip from story to story, mentioning the character — definitely not you — sucking Vox off, bending over willingly for Val and begging for Velvette to touch her, or even take all three of them at once, greedy...

Also the. love potions Velvette makes have me feeling things.. Her or Vox but they might end up putting a drop or four into your glass — purely accidentally, of course! —, and...

this is terrible.. my mind is too full now... i might have to post writing for hazbin now and it is your fault alone.. (affectionate; truly, I've enjoyed your thoughts so very much!! thank you for sharing!)

I'm glad you enjoyed it so much :D!! I had an absolute blast writing it myself, and I've been thinking about it lots!! Your ask made it even Worse (/pos) and I simply had to write more!! Please please please let me know if you write something for Hazbin, I can tell from your ask already that it'll be wonderful! And if you ever wanna chat about these guys, feel free to message me again, haha.

Notes: power imbalance, sexual harassment, heavily dubious/noncon due to love potion usage.

The fact Vox even bothers at all to take the time to sit Valentino down and read to him is already a show of your quality— He really wouldn’t go through wrangling him like that for just anyone, especially not with Val getting a bit pissy when being reminded your works were being compared to his. He needs to be told that, obviously, Val, some mere written words are never going to compare, especially not in earnings, to his creations. This placates Valentino. But all Vox gets for his efforts are a lazy flick of one of Valentino’s four wrists, his eyes not even looking at him. “Look, I still think it fucking sucks. But if you wanna hire them so badly, whatever. I’ve got better shit to do than listen to daddy’s horny story-time.” Suffice it to say, he becomes a lot more… Amiable (poor you) once you’re actually working there, and he has a face to attach to the stories. He can tell upon first glance that you’re one of those pathetic little hermits, too scared to leave your own shitty apartment, barely scraping by— He’s recruited plenty of those types as whores, after all. So easily pushed around that it shouldn’t give him nearly as much satisfaction as it does.

When Valentino practically demands you join him in his room and read your previous work to him, you sputter out protests, heart skipping a beat. Every employee in the company has something bad to say about this man, and so he’s about the last person you want to be caught alone in a room with. Especially not his bedroom.

“Ah, sir, I’m not really sure—“ But he’s already wrapping one of his arms around your shoulders, pulling you flush against his side as he drags you through the halls. The first thing that strikes you is how different the texture of coat is than you were expecting. It doesn’t even feel like anything at all. “Oh, sweetheart, call me Valentino. No need to be so unfamiliar with each other.” He practically purrs, a single finger tracing up the contours of your chest. “I feel like we’re going to get quite familiar.” If all the alarms weren’t ringing in your head before, they most definitely are now. But there’s nothing you can do. His grip on you is tight and, underneath his red coat, you can feel the hard metal of a pistol pressing against you.

He takes you to his room, walls covered with posters featuring himself, and you hardly have the time to look around before he sits you down on one of his red couches, still caught underneath one of his arms. It’s hard to think, much less speak, as Valentino starts to prod you to pull out your phone and start reading. “No need to be shy. You’re such an artista, aren’t you? Don’t keep me waiting.” It’s easy, at first. When the scene hasn’t grown explicit yet, and you can pretend you’re only reading the text out loud to yourself like you always do, making sure the sentences sound right. But Valentino makes it hard for you to distract yourself entirely. He rubs circles on the skin of your thigh, and the smoke from his pipe has long since been the only thing you can smell. The red smoke makes your head a little hazier, tongue a little looser— Though that all just might be because you’re not getting enough oxygen. Your every muscle is tense and, you think, this is what being a prey animal must feel like. The first time you stutter out the word ‘cock’, Valentino barks out a laugh, loud and sudden, entirely contrasting with the sultry demeanour he’s been putting on the whole time. You jump, gaze flickering from the screen to his face, before continuing. It gets worse when you realise exactly what story you’re reading out loud to him, one of the ones you’d never even posted anywhere, so utterly self-indulgent and poorly thought out that you regret it with every ounce of your being. (Unbeknownst to you, Vox has already read every draft you’ve ever typed up, but that’s neither here nor there.)

“Sorry, can I maybe, um, read a different one?” You practically squeak out. “I realised I have some better drafts, and…” “No,” Valentino shuts you down, tone temporarily harsh. “Don’t get too fucking cocky now, you’re already taking up enough time as it is. Shit’s about to get interesting, finally.” He’s saying all of this as if he wasn’t the one to drag you there in the first place.

So you trudge onward, reading as fast as you possible can, just trying to tough it out. As you read about a scared, unaccomplished demonic main character catching the eye of a trio of some of the most famous demons in town—through entirely unrealistic circumstances—you can see his grin grow wider from the corner of your eye. His nails dig into the flesh of your thigh, the smoke surrounding your face turning to caress your cheeks.

“So, let me gets this straight… You wrote about a trio of powerful demons with matching names, taking turns fucking an absolute nobody silly. One of them’s a pimp, the other a fashion designer, and the other a business man.” Valentino doesn’t give you the chance to respond. “Greedy little slut. You even chose this one specifically to read out to me, huh? Seems I got you all wrong,” he hisses out. “This must be a dream come true for you, isn’t it?”

Let’s just say that you got enough ‘material’ to write another four or so stories, just from that line alone.

----- A drop of love potion, and models always behave the absolute best, or so Velvette thinks! (As long as you don’t put in too much. It’s very hard to take good pictures when the girls keep trying to kiss you.) No bitching, no whining, only an easy to pose, cute demon to work with. And if she dresses you up in clothes that reveal more than they obscure, purely for her own enjoyment and usage, who’s going to blame her?

Certainly not you. You won’t remember a single damn thing. Not even the parts where you babble on about how pretty and gorgeous and cool she is, and how you’ve admired her for so long— All things she’s heard a million times before. Normally, she wouldn’t care less about it, but such words coming from someone with only a drop of her potion in her system means they’re all the absolute truth. She thinks it’s almost cute when it’s coming from you, really. ------------ Vox, on the other hand, would be more likely to use his hypnosis on you than a love potion. Just to have a few minutes in the middle of a meeting where you’re practically putty in his hands, all of your usual anxiety and shame having slid right off of your shoulders. He doesn’t feel any guilt about it whatsoever. Having read all of your works, he finds it safe to say that this is the exact kind of scenario you would enjoy…

And even if you didn’t, he still would. He gets a bit of a thrill out of the loopy, relaxed smile on your face as you nuzzles your cheeks against his arm, professing all of the thoughts you had about him before working at VoxTech, and the ones you still have today. It’s during one of these exact moments, that he’d likely find out that Valentino had fucked you already, something he hadn’t found necessary to mention. They’ll have a bit of a discussion about that later!

#hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel #valentino x reader #vox x reader #velvette x reader #cw.drugging #cw.noncon #cw.dubcon

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starlostseungmin · 16 days

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whispers ─── lee felix.

✰ notes : first of all i'd like to announce that i reached 3k friends here! thank you so much for that and i appreciate every single one of you! <33 anyway if you watched ABOUT TIME movie, you are already familiar with this scene because it's inspired by it. i just made a bit of changes and with felix in it so i hope you guys like it (this is not proofread btw) also, please DO NOT FORGET TO REBLOG, COMMENT AND LEAVE TAGS after reading! thank you <33

✰ tags : @notastraykid , @ameliesaysshoo , @l3visbby , @reignessance , @lix-ables , @skzfelixlove , @rachabreathing , @hyunverse , @minluvly , @sleepyleeji

masterlist | taglist.

felix went home a bit late that one saturday night after work. he had to see the movie he promised to watch with jeongin at the cinema. you bailed out after he invited you when he mentioned he got tickets and made a reason to sleep on a day off. he parted ways with jeongin around the block and walked home, alone.

it was cold, he could see the smoke coming out from his mouth as his hands shoved inside the pockets of his jacketーthe stars were illuminating the dark sky with a few clouds in sight but his eyes wandered around the streets. he was supposed to take the train back to your shared apartment but didn’t want to be disrupted by noisy passengers with loud music banging their ears from their earphones and he tried to take some time to think.

you’ve been dating for the past three years and it has been amazing. he never felt so happy and contented. the joy cannot be compared to any other things. it was that time when the two of you met at a diner just outside the office where you were working. the purpose was to grab dinner and go home then, this wonderful man showed up who had gotten the love at first sight experience. an opportunity came in and a conversation. he invited you to dates every weekend until the feelings got deeper after getting to know each other for weeks, made the relationship official with labels, and decided to live together.

for the past three years, it was magical as it made tons of memories that you and felix couldn’t write every single one of them in your journal. the polaroids that were taken are hanging on the walls of your room with dates written on each one of them. those plushies he won for you sat on the shelves, the books being piled up being read or untouched, the albums from your favorite artists being displayed on the table along with the music player and vinyl, the flowers on the vases, the letters and other gifts you’ve exchangedーit was sweet.

having this amazing relationship with felix is like reading a book without a synopsis or a summary from the covers or even the first pages. you don’t know what’s going to happen. it’s like living every day and there are things you cannot control. it’s either you read and go on with the story with curiosity and braveness or do not read the book at all and miss a series of events that could change your life. yet, you chose to read the book and the author created a love story you could ask for. it did change your life as well as felix’s but one thing’s for sure, there are a lot of trials on the way but it would start by holding your hands together to make a stronger bond, just like how chemical bonds create structures.

he went inside as quietly as possible as he didn’t want to ruin your slumber. the lights were switched off in the living room and only the entrance’s light censor made him see through the dark as he removed his shoes.

felix has thought of all the possibilities and the impossible, the rights and wrongs, the obstacles and smooth ways while walking. the consistency of this relationship must remain and be locked. he knew it wouldn’t be fancy but he promised himself that he’ll do it in a way that the two of you would prefer. and now, he’s here, looking at your sleeping figure being wrapped around that white duvet.

“baby,” he called softly as he shook your shoulder lightlyーkneeling down on the carpeted floor of your room.

“hmm?” you hummed in response. “five more minutes.” you muttered making him let out a soft chuckle.

“no, baby, wake up,” he said. “i have something important to ask,”

your eyes flutter open, from a blurry vision to a clear frame directed at his face. a smiley felix welcomed you as he caressed your hair when you were about to sit up.

“no, just lay down,” he said.

“okay,” you smiled. “what is it?” you asked, feeling relaxed on your soft mattress and the coziness of your pillow.

“you know that we’re happy, right?” he paused as you nodded in response. “i don’t know if it’s the movie i watched with jeongin that made me feel this way, it's always the romance genre that would hit me to reality and the thought that i always have you by my side—” he added when you put your index finger on his lips, hearing a piece of romantic music playing gently from the living room as it echoes through the open door of your room.

“is that romantic music?” you asked. “and you’re on your knees while saying something that i doubt is not just a love confession,” you added while fighting to stay awake which felix laughed shyly.

“yeah,” he said, licking his lower lip in embarrassment. “i am,”

“go on,” you smiled.

“will you marry me?” he asked which made your smile bigger and now you’re fully awake.

“i think,” you paused, clearing your throat. “i’m going to say, yes to that,” you added, looking at him in awe, saying; “and thank you for doing this that does not involve a lot of people and other crowds. i don’t like many people,”

felix smiled gently and placed a soft kiss on your lips before tracing his fingers on your cheeks, “i also don’t like people,” he said. “thank you for saying yes,” he whispered before leaning forward to kiss you again.

“i love you, darling,” you said in between.

“i love you more,” he answered. “get back to sleep, alright? i’ll join you in 10,”

“okay,” you said softly as he smiled, leaving a kiss on your forehead before exiting the room shushing han and seungmin for playing the instruments he asked for support outside.

©️ 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐒𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐌𝐈𝐍 , 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒.

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rogueddie · 11 months

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Scoops Ahoy Steddie Fics

Important: READ THE TAGS! Also, leave a comment and kudos! These fics are amazing and I love them and I hope y'all do too 🍌

STRIKE TEN.

oaseas

Steve’s striking out. It’s the summer after his graduation, he’s working 9-5 at Scoops Ahoy, and hey, did you hear? He’s striking out. Enter Robin, her ‘you rule/you suck’ board, and a promise to romance the next girl through the door. Except, that’s no girl. That’s Eddie Munson.

Words : 16,075 Chapters : 1/1 Rating : Teen And Up Audiences

AO3 : x

two bros chilling in the mall (ten yards apart 'cause we're not gay)

Gues, peytra

Steve Harrington is just your average guy working a shitty part-time job in a stupid mall. Really! He's very normal, he promises.

Just across the way, Eddie Munson works at Legacy Vinyl. He hates his job, his life, and most of all he hates having to see King Steve every single day.

What could possibly go wrong?

Words : 91,993 Chapters : 34/34 Rating : Teen And Up Audiences

AO3 : x

Maybe You're the Boy From My Dreams

ZiraC

Steve and Robin often bitch at each other. It's just a part of their dynamic. What happens when Steve accidentally bitches at a customer instead of Robin.

Words : 5,264 Chapters : 1/1 Rating : Not Rated

AO3 : x

Raspberry Riddle

madaboutmunson (BCRichSweetheart)

Eddie meeting Scoops Ahoy Steve, sort of from Robin's POV

Words : 4,874 Chapters : 1/1 Rating : Teen And Up Audiences

AO3 : x

You know you're just my type

liionne

In the summer of '85, Robin and Eddie make a bet: ten dollars says Steve Harrington is straight, and Eddie has the whole summer to prove her wrong

Words : 7,287 Chapters : 1/1 Rating : Teen And Up Audiences

AO3 : x

Maybe He's Born With It

Zigster

The one where Robin, Eddie, and Steve all work at Scoops. Robin has convinced Steve that wearing a little mascara and lip gloss goes a long way in luring in customers and Steve believes her. Friendship and domestic holiday-time enjoyment ensue with plot twists abound!

Words : 40,100 Chapters : 23/23 Rating : Mature

AO3 : x

sorry to ruin what's probably supposed to be a plot twist, but this has non-human Eddie- fyi for those who don't like that sort of au

double dare

firefencer

Nancy & Eddie working at Scoops AU

Words : 23,422 Chapters : 13/13 Rating : Not Rated

AO3 : x

Tell Me, Baby, What's On Your Mind

KiaraMGrey

All Eddie wanted to do was stop by Starcourt Mall to pick up his friend from the movies. But now he has a seemingly drugged up Steve Harrington leaning in WAY too close. And… did he seriously just call him pretty?

Words : 2,126 Chapters : 1/1 Rating : Teen And Up Audiences

AO3 : x

purify our misfit ways

laundrybiscuits

“Edward Munson,” Robin says, eyes wide in a way that means trouble. “I sincerely hope your last will and testament is in order, because your mortal soul will leave your body when you hear who just got hired at Scoops Ahoy.”

Eddie and Robin survive the summer of 1985.

Words : 23,904 Chapters : 5/5 Rating : Mature

AO3 : x

You Are My Favorite Place

god_hates_tyler

Steve goes to his first day at Scoops Ahoy and meets one Robin Buckley. She notices how god awful he is with the ladies and bets him he can't get a date by the end of the week. Steve, not one to back down from a challenge, agrees. The only issue? Steve has been in a secret relationship with Eddie Munson for over a year now.

Words : 7,356 Chapters : 1/1 Rating : Teen And Up Audiences

AO3 : x

#stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #fic rec #ficrec #scoops steddie my beloved #I could genuinely read the same scoops fic in different fonts and never get tired of it

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psychickiss · 10 months

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accident

— saiki kusuo x reader (no 3rd person pronouns, 2nd pov)

— summary: You and Saiki partner up for an assignment. Things go... not-smooth. Saiki lets you know he has powers in the worst way possible (to him).

— notes: never beta read hell yeah also there are mentions of cockroaches here and i hate them so its just one not-so-paragraph paragraph

— things: platonic maybe ooc you could see this as romantic whatevs

— masterlist | request form | retrospring

“Oh, Saiki! I didn’t know this was your house.” You smile warmly, but deep down you and Saiki both know that you knew where he lived.

“You’re joking, right? You’ve tagged along with Nendou, Kaidou, and I on the numerous occasions we walked home together.” Was what Saiki wanted to say. However, he couldn’t make any snarky comments at you whatsoever, not with his mother standing behind him.

“Ku? Is this another lovely friend of yours?”

Saiki gives you a blank glance then turns to his mother. “I guess.”

Saiki’s mother approaches you with a smile on her face, you look at her cheery expression then at Saiki’s lack of one. Polar opposites, you think. You quickly introduce yourself.

“You look lovely, Mrs. Saiki. It’s nice to meet you.”

She holds your hand gently and asks, “It’s nice to meet you too! What brings you here?”

You answer her, “I wanted to ask Saiki out.”

Saiki’s mother immediately lets go of your hand and gasps loudly. “On a date?! Do you and my Ku like each other?!”

You laugh awkwardly as you shake your head. “Goodness, no! Saiki doesn’t seem to have a romantic bone in his body.”

Well, you’re right about that. Saiki thinks to himself as he stands quietly while you talk with his mother.

“I just wanted to ask if he has a partner for our summer Pre-Calculus assignment, I was absent when it was assigned and most of the people I know have partners already. I’d text your son, but I don’t have his number– does he even have a phone?”

Saiki takes a step forward, closer to you and his mother. “I don’t have a partner yet, and Nendou wasn’t an option for me. Do you know what the assignment is?”

“If my memory serves me right, Hairo told me we had to find a partner and explain derivatives and anti-derivatives, then cite any problems with real-life situations.”

Saiki exhales, a small smile appears on his face for a second. You’d be lying if you said he didn’t look nice at the action, rarely did Saiki smile, after all. You didn’t expect as well that he’d be smiling at you. “Your memory is quite well, then. We can do this in the public library.”

Saiki’s mother turns to him, frowning. “You’re not going to let your friend stay for drinks?”

Saiki shakes his head. “We can get drinks outside, thank you.” He turns to you and says, “Wait a minute. I’ll go grab my stuff. You could... talk to my mom while you wait.”

You shoot him a thumbs up and Saiki nods as well. He says something to his mother before heading up the stairs in their house.

“So, you and Ku are good friends?”

You turn to Saiki’s mother. “You could say that. He’s a pretty chill guy, and he listens to what people have to say.”

Saiki’s mother’s face grows more cheerful than before. “I’m relieved to hear that...! He’s had a hard time making friends with his powers, being psychic and all.”

You laugh, taking every single word as a lighthearted joke. “Is he like Kaidou? I think it’s nice that you play along with his imagination. Ah, I’m sorry! I just went and assumed you knew him.”

Saiki’s mother awkwardly laughs before she answers you, “Mhm, yep! We have talked to Kaidou before, he’s a nice boy. The one with red bandages on his arm. He and Saiki are definitely friends for that!”

You nod. “Yep, he says it’s to “keep his powers at bay,” but we all know it’s fake, and we still play along. Well, some of us.” You point your index finger upwards and position your hands above your head.

“And I bet Saiki’s funky hair clips limit his powers too!” You heartily laugh. You don’t notice the way Saiki’s mother desperately keeps looking back at the stairs, waiting for her son to come down.

Powers? Please.

You see Saiki walking down the stairs and you quickly put your hands down. You ask him, “Shall we go?”

Saiki nods. You two say your goodbyes to his mother before leaving the house.

“Uhm, were you serious about the whole “getting drinks outside” thing?” You ask. Saiki looks at you confused for a second.

Ah. The thing he said to his mother earlier. He answers you, “If you want to. It’s fine by me.”

You shrug. “I could go for some coffee right now. You?”

Saiki stops to walk and looks at you. He doesn’t really know what to reply, so he stays quiet.

“Straight to the library is alright.”

You both walk side-by-side on your way to the library, not saying anything. You aren’t too nervous, and your thoughts are mostly related to the assignment and how you wish to get it completely over with so you could relax. Saiki shares the same sentiment.

You and Saiki finally arrive at the library– it’s quiet and not too crowded, so there were lots of empty seats for you two to occupy. The whole place seemed a little unclean but you two didn’t mind. You both opted for the most secluded area possible.

You sit down and look at the empty chair beside you, then at Saiki, who is still standing up. “You aren’t going to sit down yet?”

Saiki shakes his head. “I’m going to go look for books we could use as references.”

You slowly nod. “Okay, thanks.” Saiki nods back and walks off to search for books.

You place your bag on the table before you and take out the stuff you figured you two would need – ballpens, paper, etc.

...

This assignment is fucking killing me...

“Hey, Kusuo, do you know how many of these we should be writing down?”

“18. With proper citation. APA format. Also, Kusuo?”

You groan. You drop your pen for a second and shake your hand, exhausted from continuous writing and page-turning. 3 problems left...

You say to Saiki, “I didn’t know you were left-handed,” as you cracked your fingers. He nods in response. “Also, calling you by your name just felt natural.”

18 is such a weird number of problems to require, to be honest. I’m glad we don’t have to solve it ourselves.

You exhale and look at your surroundings. Come to think of it, this library looks pretty old. Probably why there aren’t a lot of people today. I’m glad there aren’t any cockroaches.

As you babble on with your thoughts, Saiki stops writing, the thought of a roach interrupting his work mortifies him.

Usually there’d be a roach or two in places like these, especially in Saiki’s and my spot. It’d be pretty funny if one did come crawling or flying around here–

Horrendously perfect timing and the worst of luck bestows you and Saiki as a large cockroach appears itself in front of you, it crawls its disgusting little legs on one of the books next to you.

You and Saiki act immediately and irrationally.

You cover your mouth with one hand to stop yourself from squealing and have an instant grip on Saiki’s sleeve with the other, and;

Saiki, figuring since he’s in a secluded area, teleports far, far away from the cockroach... with you.

...

You stare at your surroundings, slowly lowering your hand from your mouth. Your other hand still on Saiki’s sleeve, you give him a slight pinch.

Good grief. It was Saiki’s turn to stop you from screaming.

WHAT THE FUCK!!!! WHERE ARE WE!!!!!! HOW DID WE GET HERE!!!!!

“Shut up.”

You shakily ask, “Huh? I didn’t say anything... God, don’t tell me you can hear thoughts too...”

Saiki takes a deep breath and shakes his head.

LIAR.

“Fine. I can.”

You step away from him. “Are you... serious?”

Saiki stares at you with the same blank expression he always wore.

Oh my God.

“Does anyone else know? Where are we?”

Saiki answers, “Toritsuka, Aiura, they both have powers, and Akechi, due to his stubbornness and intelligence. I think we are somewhere on the other side of the world... Paris”

“That’s crazy... PARIS?”

Saiki nods.

You smile mischievously, “We should ditch our homework.”

Saiki doesn’t respond. You can feel his judginess through his unwavering stare at you without a word spoken. Jesus, do you blink?

Saiki blinks and you frown.

“Come on! We’re in Paris! City of love! Don’t they have pretty cafés here? We should eat a bunch of baked goods.”

“We don’t have any money.”

You click your tongue. ... Right. “It’s back to our stupid assignment, I guess.” You tug on the back of his shirt. “To Japan.”

“Wait.” Saiki crosses his eyes. You try your best not to question the action. “The coast is clear. Let’s go.”

In an instant, you two were back at the library.

You remember your words from earlier. Power limiters... Don’t tell me they’re real... Oh God, you probably know about me making fun of your hairpins earlier...

“They’re real.”

You whisper angrily, “I get that you can hear my thoughts but wait for me to actually say it out loud!”

“Sorry.”

“It’s alright. Let’s just finish this and maybe finally get coffee, yeah?”

Saiki nods.

An hour or two passes and you two are finally done with your shared assignment.

“I hope you don’t mind me asking, what other powers do you have?”

Your bag floats towards you. “Telekinesis.”

A small flame ignites on the tip of Saiki’s index finger. “Pyrokinesis.”

Saiki removes an incredulous thin glove from his hand and touches one of the books you two had used. “Psychometry. This book was returned just the other day.” He quickly wears the glove, and it amazes you how it seems like nothing is even there.

Saiki holds up his notebook and a ¥500 coin appears in its place. “Apport. It lets me exchange items of the same value.”

“Okay. Can we teleport to a café?”

Saiki shakes his head.

“Come on! You have powers and you won’t use them like that?”

He shakes his head at you again. “Have you ever seen me use my powers at school before?”

You shake your head. “I guess I see why... You’d probably be popular if you did, in a good way and bad way. Has it been like that since... well, the start?”

Saiki nods.

“Ah... I’m sorry.” Saiki doesn’t say anything else. In an attempt to break the silence, you ask, “Café, then?”

He nods again. “I could buy coffee jelly.”

“No. Allow me to treat you to coffee jelly, as thanks for letting me in on a secret this big.”

“If telling people I’m psychic meant getting free coffee jelly, I’d probably tell the world.”

“It’s not worth it.”

“Yeah, you’re right.”

#saiki k #saiki x reader #saiki k x reader #saiki kusuo x reader #saiki kusuo #ok

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kickbutts-singsongs · 2 months

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I know no one asked, but I have exactly zero (0) people to talk about bkdk with irl so here you guys go

My BKDK Journey

Yes, this sounds stupid, but my god it’s been almost three years of an absolute rollercoaster of feelings and denials and tears and revelations…

and if you don’t mind, I’m gonna rant about it.

(not spoiler free)

_____

May 2021

To start off, i wasn’t always a bkdk shipper.

I shipped izu*cha at first (not saying it’s a bad ship btw; it’s actually quite cute. im just afraid people’ll be mad if I accidentally invade their tag lol), primarily because I assumed that would be the ship that became canon.

But also, my veryyyyy leasttttt favorite character… was Bakugou Katsuki.

When I tell you that I would’ve loved nothing more than to somehow spawn into the bnha universe and punch that brat in the face— AGHHHHHHHHHH

Now this wasn’t all his fault: A) I watched the dub first lol, and B) he reminded me of someone that i was not in a place to stand up to at the time, and his constant anger, yelling, and harsh treatment of Izuku—who i began to relate to—made me hateeee him.

There was a time when I literally said “if he died, I wouldn’t miss him.” <- this was later proven false lol

So, I was watching the anime dub with an absolute animosity for our resident deuteragonist, but on top of that…

I was watching it with a friend with a crunchyroll account who lived in another state that I was visiting and staying with for two weeks, so by the time i had to go back home, we’d only gotten up to the part where All Might was getting Inko’s permission to let Izuku stay at the UA dorms.

Anddddddd in my drive to consume more bnha once I got home, i somehow stumbled across an Instagram account that posted bnha sub episodes divided into parts,

but they only had season four and onwards.

Sooooo I never saw the second half of season three… more importantly,

I NEVER SAW DEKU VS KACCHAN 2!!!!!

(I will say that I had seen a couple photos/edits/etc, but I never knew what had been said, or why they fought)

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June 2021

At this point in time, I’d been exposed to a lot of the fandom. My fyp on both IG and Pinterest were filled to the brim with all things bnha (because this is what happens when one has a hyperfixation), so I saw a lot of stuff.

Especially fanart.

This is where I started learning about the different ships.

I saw a lot of the side character ships and thought they were adorable (kamijirou, todomomo, even kiribaku), but then I saw some with Izuku.

Izu*cha was a given for me. I didn’t think there was a single person that didn’t ship it. But then I started seeing fanart of ships like tododeku, shindeku, and bakudeku.

And my first reaction to finding out that people shipped my beautiful baby sunshine boi with the person who bullied him for years?????

HELLLLLLLLLLL NO

So with my (unknowingly) limited knowledge of their relationship, i was very much an anti (i never spoke out or anything, i just reallyyyy didn’t like the ship lol)

(And then, you know, I started to see all the bkdk hate online and kinda went “okay not touching that”)

But that began to change…

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August 2021

…after I saw a manga leak for the first time.

I was scrolling thru my feed and all of a sudden. BOOM!

I was like 😧

IS THAT IZUKU?????

And i looked in the comments and yes it was.

I checked out the page and found that they had an entire account of manga leaks and was so happy.

I quickly began to read from the very bottom of that account, and it started from right about where Izuku first began his vigilante arc (i had no idea how much was in between then and where I left off on the anime, but I was willing to read it lol)

And so I waited diligently for the leaks every week (a practice I have continued to uphold lol), until one day, i came across an untranslated series of panels from the latest chapter. I looked at it and it was of Katsuki and Izuku, facing each other in the rain (you know the one). I knew the leaks would be coming a day later, but I wanted to look through them anyways, so I did.

I didn’t understand a word they said, but the pictures and imagery of them as kids then middle schoolers then where they were now seemed so touching…

And then I came across a pair of kanji that I recognized.

I was like “wait WHAT???”

I zoomed in and went “that— isn’t that—? That’s part of Midoriya’s name, right???”

And then I was like “wait a second… omg that’s Izuku, isn’t it. That’s the freaking kanji for Izuku.”

And it was!!!!!

So inside I’m having a mini freakout cuz—

Bakugou just called him IZUKU

Fast forward to the next day, and I looked at the translated version, and found out that not only did he call him Izuku,

Freaking

APOLOGIZED

And I was like “huhhhhhhh”

What happened between now and the most recent anime episodes for this to occur???? For Bakugou to do a complete 180 and apologize????????

Well, I finally got my answers…

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November 2021

…when I started reading the manga.

I started from the beginning, cuz I wanted to see Horikoshi’s art style and the extra drawings and all the other stuff…

And when I tell you that Katsuki became a whole new character to me—

First, I read everything about early-on Bakugou— without hearing him yell in his dub voice—and realized “oh wow he really is just a kid with issues and a worldview that he’s now having to change.”

Then, I finally read what happened in that space between moving into the dorms and the beginning of season four (most importantly, DvK2).

Cried.

Then, oh then, I got up to where season five ended and the rest of the manga began.

. . .

Funny thing: back when I read the leaks to ch322, I remember thinking to myself, “huh. what did Bakugou mean by Shigaraki making swiss cheese outta him?”

😦

THE WAY I GASPED

AND THEN CRIED

OH MY FREAKING GOD

That was the moment where i truly ceased to hate Katsuki cuz holy character development batman

Then, of course, we see them in recovery

And then the vigilante arc and apology scene *sobs*

And then I was caught up.

(Btw I finished the entire manga up ‘til ch334 in just over a week. I read for nine days straight. During the school year. My emotions were all over the place goodness gracious I could barely concentrate.)

So that’s how I went from being a Bakugou hater to going “you know what he’s a complex character and he’s slowly becoming a better person” and realizing that he was now one of my fav characters and therefore cursed to die but I’ll talk about that later

Was I now a bakudeku shipper?

Hah nope.

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December 2021

I began my dive into the true essence of any fandom: fanfiction.

Over the course of winter break, I had started off with fics that had no romantic pairing (I just wanted to see my boi Izuku), but then somehow stumbled across Mastermind: Strategist for Hire and then read the entirety of the For Want of a Nail series (shoutout to Clouds btw ❤️) cuz I was like “ok whew no bkdk fics” which was my mindset at the time.

But somehow (I can’t even remember how I found it) I came across a bkdk fic. It was called For Want of Izuku’s Toe Joint by Talavin (okay now that I think about it there’s probably a simple explanation lol).

I don’t quite know what compelled me to start reading it, but I did.

And I really liked it.

But not in the “I’ve been converted” kinda way.

It was like an “I shouldn’t be enjoying this why am I enjoying this?” kinda feeling. Like my head says no but my heart says yeah.

A really really really really guilty pleasure.

So, from that day on, whenever I came across any form of bkdk media, I would simultaneously feel discomfort and yet an odd sense of satisfaction.

A snippet of my daily life:

Me: *comes across bkdk fanart on pinterest*

Me: eww

Also me: *stares at it for like five minutes straight*

Me: who even likes this?

Also me: *saves pin to my mha board*

Me: not my ship

Also me: *scrolls down to more like this*

Bless my heart I was in such denial.

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July 2022

Bit of a timeskip, but nothing of note really happened in those last six months so here we go.

We’ve gotten to the point in the manga where the final arc is underway and Bakugou is about to KICK SOME BUTT

He’s revealed his Panser Strafe support item and I’m gushing about it to my friend (she kinda fell out of the fandom but still tolerated my rants bless her)

Oh, side note: it was then that I also expressed my concern for Bakugou’s “alive” status

Evidence:

For reference, some of my favorite characters are:

Beth March (Little Women)

John Reese (Person of Interest)

Joss Carter (Person of Interest)

Leonard Snart (Arrowverse)

Logan Echolls (Veronica Mars)

Fantine (Les Mis)

Eponine (Les Mis)

Jean Valjean (Les Mis)

Simon (Lord of the Flies)

Piggy (Lord of the Flies)

Grace Stone (Manifest)

Bubaigawara Jin — Twice (BNHA)

Wanna guess which of these guys died?

Trick question! It’s all of them (:

Yeah so anyways those following chapters really made me excited and nervous cuz YEAH KICK HIS ASS BAKUGOU but also IZUKUUUUU WE NEED YOU

hah hah.

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August 2022

Utterly gobsmacked. Cried. Disbelief. Horrified. Confusion. Anger. Went through the five stages of grief and then some.

Sometimes I hate being right 🥲

But the good thing that came from this was that my positive view of Katsuki only grew after seeing his utter faith in Izuku (and his thoughts being on him in his final moments???? 🥺🥺🥺)

And it was at this point in time where I could admit to myself “you know what? i see it. i see the appeal. i wouldn’t mind this actually becoming canon.”

Did I think that it would actually become canon?? No.

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September 2022

I don’t know how I thought Izuku was gonna react to seeing Katsuki’s body on the ground, but GOOD LORD IT WASNT THAT

Even sweet little blind me realized “oh wow he like really feels intense stuff for Katsuki huh”

(But some things I missed—cuz I was still a bit wired for izu*cha—were shigarakis implications “yeah u looooove the present I got u” and the freaking HEART that blackwhip caused??? when Izuku reeled himself back in???? like how did i miss that i read that chapter like fifteen times??)

So this is all to say that I’ve missed any and all actual bkdk hints up until this point. I finally lifted my head out of the izu*cha fog when…

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July 2023

…Ochako and Toga had their chat about romance.

The first actual hint was when Ochako had told Toga “I’ll give you my blood for the rest of my life.”

Little blind me became a bit less blind that day, cuz I was like “um. ochako? that— that sounded kinda like a proposal. like. a marriage proposal. ochako??”

And then those chapters just kept getting better!!

Bebe Ochako’s determination???

The Spirited Away moment?????

“I’m envious of your smile”????????

“YOU REALLY THINK IM CUTE?” “THE CUTEST IN THE WHOLE WORLD” LIKE 😭😭😭😭😭

For the first time, I was looking at the manga without the assumption that izu*cha would be endgame. And it only got better after I…

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August 2023

…got Tumblr!!!

Everything was downhill from here folks.

In the best possible way.

I came across some analyses of what was going on with togachako, and consequently led me to some bakudeku analyses. I read them and my goodness they made so much sense.

Like not even just personality-wise!! Those metas brought in actual things Horikoshi said about wanting to go outside the norms of shounen (and about not liking the Naruto ending 💀), and compared bkdk to tropes in different works of fiction, and even discussed how bkdk made sense narratively. They properly convinced me of the ship.

And then for good measure, I reread the manga in its entirety thru a bkdk filter, and lo and behold things took on new meanings and my eyes were opened.

I totally and irrevocably shipped them! And I actually thought they had a chance at being canon!!

(And then I binged so much bkdk fanfiction omg you wouldn’t BELIEVE like I read the ones with the highest kudos first and then just picked the biggest collections I could find and read down the line

It was like being on drugs like each fic gave me more dopamine than the last I was so happy oh my god)

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October 2023

And then finally, the day came.

The answer to “is bakugou alive yet?” became a yes.

We screamed. We cried. We jumped for joy. We told bakugou antis to suck it. But most of all, our bkdk hearts soared to see our boys make eye contact with each other for the first time in over a year 🥹

And from that moment on, I truly began to believe that bkdk would indeed become canon.

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And so, this concludes my 42672288 page rant about how I came to be a bkdk shipper.

Thank you for reading, and before I go, I want to ask:

How did you guys get into bkdk?

Did you convert over from izu*cha? Or perhaps tododeku? Or maybe kiribaku? Or are you one of the few who have shipped them since the beginning??

In any case, I’m happy you’re here. And while it may have taken me a couple years, I’m happy that I’m here too :)

(and thank you @animelover32456)

#this may just be me screaming into the void #but at least it’s out there #bnha #mha #bnha spoilers #mha spoilers #bakudeku #bkdk #my bkdk journey #midoriya izuku #bakugou katsuki #my thoughts #and also I’m going to admit without admitting that I might or might not have made some ocs a mere two months after I started bnha…#and the two leads were very much bkdk coded 💀#I was going to make a next gen au and so over the course of two years I carefully crafted 20 students (names personalities and quirks)#and I had some cool villains #honestly some of my quirk ideas were awesome #maybe one day I’ll post some of them… we’ll see #but if anyone asks if I ever made any ocs NO I DIDNT

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strawhbrrries · 10 months

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All That Matters, ii.

pairing: cocky!tattoo artist!frank castle x afab!reader

summary: working with a world renowned tattoo artist who knows his own beauty has more cons than pros. the main one being that he's infuriating and it turns you on.

warnings: general banter between frank and reader, jealous reader??, jealous frank?, mutual pining but they're both idiots, cocky frank duh!, tattooed frank with long hair!!, no use of y/n or descriptions of reader, not proofread

word count: 883 words

authors note: it wouldn't be a series if there wasn't some sort of trouble, theo my beloved don't get hurt!! if you want to be added to the tag list just drop a comment! as always, enjoy!

find the masterlist here!

read the first part here!

You waited at the reception desk until the girl from Frank’s booth left before marching yourself right in and leaning against the wall, waiting for him to acknowledge you. He was busy putting away all the machinery he used, throwing away all the single use products and checking his notifications to notice you standing there. It made you feel a bit invisible, you’d unpack this feeling later in the shower.

“I wasn’t staring.” You stated, watching his hair fall around his face when he looked up at you from his chair.

“So what were you doing then? Did you think he was cute? Good thing you already have his number.” He responded, going back to whatever he was doing on his phone before he realized you were there. It almost sounded like he was jealous, but you pushed that thought aside. He had no interest in you.

“Jesus, Frank. Go fuck someone and get rid of the attitude.” You scrunched your nose at his attitude and turned around, instantly regretting whatever voice convinced you to come back here and speak to him.

“Are you offering?” You heard him call after you, your eyes were practically in the back of your head at his words.

Frank allowed himself to eye your ass the entire time you walked away from him, watching how it moved when you walked and imagining it grinding up against him in a club. If he was drunk would he know it was you? Would you know it was him? He put the image in the back of his mind for later when he showered and needed some help reaching that high only you could give, and you didn’t know you did.

You spent the entire rest of your shift ignoring him, only speaking to the other artists and telling them to pass on a message for you if you ever needed to talk to him. He spent that entire time trying to figure out what crime he committed, besides being so devilishly handsome, to earn the cold shoulder from you. One of the other artists had finished all his scheduled appointments for the day and decided to sit at the desk with you, generally you got along with everyone you worked with. Except for Frank, the literal guy who owns the place.

In a heated argument towards the beginning of your career as the receptionist, he’d told you he only kept you because he couldn’t find anyone better to do your job. You were proud that you were the best at it, also upset that he disliked you that much he was actively searching to replace you. The resentment for the statement sat at the bottom of your stomach, threatening to spill out every single time he irritated you. Frank paid you well, it wasn’t even a question in your mind if it was worth working there. The jo was easy, the pay was amazing, but your fucking boss.

“Do you wanna go out for some drinks later? Some of the other people wanna go out and I wanted to extend the offer to you.” Theo, the other artist sat next to you, offered.

“I mean, as long as I’m not a bother.” You smiled, handing him your phone to input his number and then switching to put your number in his phone.

“Never, I’ll shoot you a text with the place and all that shit later.” He shot a smile your way, it almost rivaled Frank’s smile. You rarely saw it though.

Theo had only been there a few months when you got hired, he’d been friends with Frank during their internships and only felt right working next to him. He’d welcomed you with open arms and never made you feel any lesser for your position, in fact he always made his appreciation for you obvious. On most days he picked up some coffee for you when he picked up his breakfast, always making sure to give you a few napkins just in case you spilled. It was a surprise to everyone, but yourself, that you didn’t have his number yet. You knew that the second you let him into your life like that, you wouldn’t keep your hands to yourself.

He almost looked like a blonde version of Frank, way less arrogant about his looks. If they told you they were secretly twins who were separated at birth you would’ve believed in an instant, your mind was blown when you found out they didn’t know each other until they were twenty. His voice wasn’t as deep or rough, just as loud though. You never could see an ink of skin that wasn’t covered in tattoos, on either of them, except Theo’s face. He had this weird thing about never tattooing his face, he’d do other people’s but never his own.

Frank rounded the corner to your desk and frowned the second he saw you two together, laughing. He’d been the one to bring up going out for drinks, he however had no intention of inviting you, he’d look like an even bigger asshole if he told you not to come after his best friend invited you. Theo being so close to you was irritating, Frank. He knew he was attracted to you but jesus, this was a problem.

tag list: @elsvrse

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cleolinda · 1 month

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Weekend Links, March 17, 2024

My posts

We have had another Trespasser Weirdness Incident at my house, so. Suffice it to say that the Hot & Vintage Movie Women tournament is my primary coping mechanism at this point, and bless @hotvintagepoll for all their work. All 257 polls are up, although many of them have already closed on a rolling basis these last two weeks. Hedy Lamarr vs Sonja Henie was the very last one, and it is a blowout like I have not seen since the time I asked if people throw away their movie theater trash. I think round 2 starts a week from Monday? I would like to apologize for reblogging every single poll, except that I’m not the least bit sorry.

I posted propaganda several times--sometimes just because a contestant didn’t have much and I wanted to chip in (still in play: Juanita Moore and Martha Sleeper). But I also showed up specifically for Norma Shearer, Claire Bloom, Tallulah Bankhead, Deborah Kerr, a little bit for Joan Fontaine (poll here), Julie Christie (on my mom’s behalf), Gene Tierney, Paulette Goddard, and Ava Gardner. My loyalties will shift as we see who progresses, but I'm wearing the Ava jersey at this point.

Reblogs of interest

A couple of serious links:

The Jewish filmmakers who won an Oscar for The Zone of Interest, a Holocaust film, used their speech time to condemn what’s happening in Gaza. (It helps to read the quote as “as men who refute {their Jewishness and the Holocaust} being used as justification.” “Refute their Jewishness” jumps out weirdly at first glance and confused people.)

I can’t tell if the JKR defender/Holocaust denier in this ask knows they’re lying or just really didn’t know that transgender health books and surgery did, in fact, exist, and that the Nazis targeted them. If you need photographic evidence for future discussions, here you are. Side note: Don't believe everything your favorite childhood author tells you.

Posts that are not serious links or hot lady polls:

Of course, this week we celebrated the Ides of March. (Happy birthday to... Chocolate Guy Amaury Guichon??) Featuring:

Southern Mark Antony

If Mark Antony was Gen Z

“Oh not you as well, Brutus!”

Also, happy birthday this fine St. Patrick’s Day to Hozier, who was on the Wiggles once, and has a new EP coming out this Friday. Please join me in not being the least bit normal about it.

The bredlik that the Fairy vs. Walrus debate needed

“Started tone matching my Iraqi corner store guy,” bless everyone involved

A fanfic summary that will hit you like a brick to the face

“Intrigue, Ink, and Drama Grip the Fountain Pen Community”

The Arthur Conan Doyle approach to fic comments

The Kate Middleton Mysteries (”The extent to which this is not Philip Marlowe’s problem is unbelievable”)

Noted power couple/chaos elementals Merchant Ivory

Help improving color in your art

Doggust 2023: the art of Jonathan Wesslund

Video

Honestly the best part of “I’m Just Ken” at the Oscars for me is Margot Robbie fighting for her life not to laugh

This domino project is honestly really upsetting to me, lmao (THE TIME IT MUST HAVE TAKEN!!)

Death: the bees told her

Puma chirps

A seal’s relaxing ice bath

The sacred texts

The reason we celebrate the Ides of March on Tumblr

Happy birthday to the Old as Balls gifset

A cat’s dating profile

Personal tag of the week

pixel art, because there are some incredible artists on here.

#weekend links #odds and ends #linkspam #special tags for:#holocaust denial #jk rowling #book burning

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swordsmans · 9 months

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ahhh i really try to keep things Flirty and Fun here, but i just wanted to lower the capitalization to flirty and fun for a moment, because. this is the second day in a row that i have full-on weepy cried irl over comments on my newest fic, and i really, really, really cannot thank you guys enough for the response to it from the absolute bottom of my heart.

fic writing brings me a lot of joy. it's both a creative outlet and a form of escapism. it's also a very intentional challenge i give my brain. yes, fundamentally i'm writing about two anime guys wanting to kiss sooo bad (because they should)—but inevitably i've put little bits of myself into my stories, as well. my little vulnerable insides that i sometimes struggle to look at directly. you know, regular artist stuff. it's hard not to, because all stories come from the heart (even fanfic).

i stopped writing for myself for many years, and i have only just returned to it this year for various reasons. the response from everyone has been absolutely overwhelming, even from day one. i'm not always the best at responding to messages or comments fast (or even at all, depending on the day) but i read everything. tags, bookmarks, ao3 comments, dms, inbox messages—all of it. i have screenshots saved in case anyone deletes anything. i go back and revisit things over and over again. every single kudos or like brings me joy.

i cannot overstress how much i love and cherish every single person who reads the stuff i've written. i'm a writer but there are literally no words big enough in the english language to express how you guys make me feel. all i can do is say thank you and keysmash and send lots of heart emoji memes... and hope i am getting the message across. but really, really thank you. from the bottom of my heart thank you. thank you, thank you, thank you.

#the zolu community in particular has been incredibly welcoming and warm... everyone has been so nice #to say i worked hard on my newest fic is an understatement #interviewed a guy who does fishing boat repair for one thing. spent a lot of time at the harbor #did a lot of museum research even outside my job. shed lots of irl tears #it also has a lot of those soft inside bits of me in its themes #i was fully convinced it was going to be me and one or two friends but SIXTY-SIX people have read and enjoyed it!!!#when i think of how many people that is it's hard to imagine. that's a whole room filled wall to wall. thats AMAZING!!!!#sorry to bring it down but i just need everyone to know how important this is to me #my feelings are all big and wonderful... thank you thank you thank you. really genuinely thank you.#gyro.txt #gyro.odt

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azsazz · 1 year

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Azsazz’s Top 22 of 2022

I could say that I meant to post this on the first day of the new year but honestly I just thought about it yesterday so I’m doing it now.

I started this blog in February of 2022 and wow have we come a long way! Such an incredible year and thank you for each and every single one of you who have liked, followed, commented, reblogged, or supported me in any way, even if you’re a silent reader idc just the thought of all of you out there warms my heart immensely. 💙💙💙

So, I thought I would post the top 22 fics that I wrote this year that you all loved, #1 having the most notes to date. 🥰

But before we head into the countdown, I wanted to share a few other stats with you all 💙

- My first post was on Februrary 11th, so Azsazz will officially be 1 year old soon! 😳 Oh how times flies.

- I’ve gained 2,821 followers and counting...you guys are insane ilysm 💙

- I’ve posted 120 fics this year (not including part 2′s 🤭). Insane. I didn’t know I had it in me but you’ve all gotten me here. Thank you.

Okay, now to the fun part!! Azsazz’s Top 22 of 2022:

22. Looking Back (Azriel x Reader) [Fluff]

21. One More (Azriel x Reader) [Fluff, Smut]

20. Come Back (Azriel x Reader) [Daddy!Az, Frustration]

19. Family Dynamic (Azriel x Reader) [Daddy!Az, Fluff]

18. The Games We Play (Azriel x Reader) [Fight, Resolved]

17. Reading Between the Lines (Azriel x Reader) [Fluff]

16. Cocoon (Azriel x Reader) [Fluff]

15. Walk Away (Azriel x Reader) [Angst, Breakup, Resolved] (Part 2)

14. Not Me (Azriel x Reader) [Angst]

13. Fire & Water (Eris x Reader) [Archeron Sister!Reader, Enemies to Lovers] (Part 2)

12. Cupid’s Chokehold (Azriel x Reader) [Enemies to Lovers] (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5) (Part 6) (Part 7)

11. Haunt (Azriel x Reader) [Angst]

10. Quisling (Azriel x Reader) [Angst] (Part 2)

9. Alpha Save Me (Azriel x Reader) [Smut, A/B/O Dynamics]

8. You Too (Azriel x Reader) [Daddy!Az, Daddy!Rhys, Daddy!Cass, Angst]

7. Rough Terrain (Azriel x Reader) [Enemies to Lovers, Angst, Smut] (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4)

6. Ringside (Azriel x Reader) [Fluff] (Part 2)

5. Flame and Ash (Azriel x Reader) [Archeron Sister!Reader, Smut]

4. Pack Mentality (Azriel x Cassian x Rhysand x Reader) [Smut, A/B/O Dynamics]

3. Just Hold On (Azriel x Reader) [Angst]

2. Intertwine (Azriel x Reader) [Smut]

1. Leisurely (Azriel x Reader) [Fluff]

And here’s my fav fic I wrote for each boy this year (not on the list above), just because I can 💙

Azsazz’s Fav Fics 2022:

(Lucien x Reader) The Other Woman [Angst]

(Eris x Reader) You Always Know I Liked Playing with Fire [Smut, TW: Slight Masochism, Slight Sadism]

(Rhysand x Reader) Clandestine Love [Young!Rhys, Pining, Fluff]

(Cassian x Reader) You Should Probably Leave [Smut, Sub!Cassian]

(Azriel x Reader) Truth-Teller & Soul-Stealer [Angst]

P.S. If you’ve read this far tysm 💙 Also P.P.S. If you’re a writer and want to add your fav/best fics of 2022 (even if you don’t have 22 please do!! I’d love to read them or reread them 🥰)! If you’re not a writer, feel free to tag writers if you want!

#azsazz #azsazzs top 22 of 2022 #acotar #acomaf #acowar #acosf #Azriel #cassian #rhysand #Eris #Lucien #azriel x reader #cassian x reader #rhysand x reader #eris x reader #lucien x reader #acotarxreader #fanfics

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ashes-writing · 1 year

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outer banks ● one girl two guys pt 9 ● j.maybank + t.thornton

warning

asshole!jj, mentions of sexual encounters, swearing, angst -omg so much angst. lowkey hurt my own damn feelings here lads, love triangles but like.. not exactly? writer doesn't know how to write a full on triangle but she is tryinggg, complicated home lives (reader and topper have mommy issues, we all know jj has daddy issues ), jealousy, affection / filth / kissing ( body fluids dude ), use of petnames (cupcake + love or baby maaybe an occasional princess), violent confrontations (past and present), very small hints of the treasures that the show is centered around so au warning? yeah? yeah.

<- reader / you is a female with female working parts + clothing and appearance. you/reader also have a bit of personality and a past, nicknames or petnames. this is self indulgent and i have no shame.

word count

2445 exactly. for any missing context (unless you're a minor, ofc) part 8 <- click the bolded to be taken to it.

summary

after your night with Topper Thornton, things are starting to become a lot more clear. but how much more messy can/will it get before decisions are made and realizations reached?

taglist + shoutouts

taglist is here... if you'd like to be added to it, please let me know or click the bolded and add yourself. If you're not here for a whole complicated mess and i've tagged you, lmk.

@tbmunson bestie iloveyousofuckingmuch omg. this.. this would not have come together without us just discussing it a little while ago. I owe you my life, because you're my inspiration and you're amazing. hope you're prepared for the angst, oops rip.

@writingreadinglurkingandsmirking baaaabes. omg so like.. you may have been right in your comment on the previous part. i may or may not have chosen violence today? your comments have me living over here, they mean so much more to me than I can express properly and I've really really, really enjoyed reading every single one. you're the sweetest and honestly, i'm just thrilled you like this so much.

@valentineshiftz lol, the pregnancy scare won't happen... yet. but like.. your comments give me life, babes, i can't thank you enough holy shit, you don't know how much it means to me that you're caught up in this -messy as hell as it is, and you're reading it and i just am moved and thrilled that you like this so thank you, thank you sm.

@stilesstilinskisgf oh my god you are the sweetest i swear. your comments are so sweet and you're too good to me, i'm just so happy you seem to enjoy this and you've taken the time to read, ahhhh. thank you sm!

other links

masterlist ● jj's masterlist ● topper's masterlist ● about + rules

← what’d you do? Move him in, cupcake?

← his jeep has been there since Monday.

← you know he’s probably just using you. Why are you even going along with it?

← I’m sorry, okay? I’m really, really sorry.

← I miss you cupcake.

← Never thought I’d see the day you turned Kook.

You’re reading the texts that JJ sent and you roll your eyes, tossing the phone to your nightstand. Every part of you is tempted to just pick up the phone and have that one big fight. But if you even think about it, you chicken out. Because you can’t lose him, you’re not ready to give up completely.

,, but you’re starting to fall in love with Topper. You really are your mother’s daughter, huh? Right down to being torn between a Kook and a Pogue..” the thought comes and it’s enough to make you scowl. You finish the cigarette you ducked out to smoke and you shove your phone down into your pocket. Just as you go to reach for the handle on the door leading into the bar, you hear your name being called from the top of the alley.

“Why can’t you just leave it alone?” you wonder to yourself as you tense all over. Your stomach is churning. You don’t want to talk to JJ right now, you know if you do and he says the right combination of things, one thing or the other will happen. One, he’ll finally drive you right into exploding and saying things you can’t take back, which will wind up costing you your best friend and two.. If he’s here for another reason and he says just the right things in just the right way, there’s a chance you won’t be able to resist him and the last thing you want right now is to mess up whatever’s just happened between you and Topper Thornton.

“Go away, JJ.” you call out and it’s tired.

JJ walks down the alley and stops to lean against the wall beside you. “You don’t know how t’ text somebody back, cupcake?”

“That goes two ways, JJ.” you rub the bridge of your nose. Obviously, it’s the first scenario that’s about to happen and you’re not ready for it, you’re dying for a hole to open up in the pavement and pull you down, straight to hell.

“Are you fucking him, cupcake?”

“JJ, don’t.” you try to place a hand against his chest and shove him back as he steps up into you but he ignores it, stepping closer instead. “ Answer the question.”

You roll your eyes. Of course he’s not going to just let this drop and walk away. He’s JJ Maybank, he’s confrontational as the day is long. And you really do not have the patience for it tonight, not when you’ve been getting groped by old money drunks all goddamn night because Topper had to be somewhere for his grandpa and he isn’t here to buffer like usual. And the second you catch yourself feeling bothered by it as if you rely solely on him for your own safety, you're beyond frustrated with yourself because it's a very slippery slope, depending on other people is. And it's something you're fighting like hell not to do.

You swallow hard. “You don’t want me to do that, JJ.”

“Oh, I want you to, cupcake. I asked, didn’t I?”

“Why the hell do you care? Are you not fucking her right now? Why aren’t you with her anyway, JJ? She’s your girlfriend..” you go quieter, “Not me. I.. I tried to show you how I felt. You didn’t want that. You don’t get to do this now.”

“You’re my girl. You’ve always been my girl. Answer the question.”

“Okay, fine. We’ve been fucking nonstop. We’ve fucked on my bed, in his Jeep, on my mom’s kitchen counter, behind this bar.. Is that enough, JJ or do you want details? Do I need to paint you a clearer picture?” and maybe it’s a lie, you’ve only hooked up twice so far, but.. You’re too angry now to be bothered with trivial shit like the truth. You’re not thinking about what you say or how you say it, otherwise, you would’ve told a white lie to placate him in the first place.

JJ’s jaw flutters and he’s stunned silent. He looks really hurt and your heart is breaking because you’re the one who’s just hurt him. But then that hurt look is gone and it’s replaced by cold indifference. He rubs his chin. “I think I got it. So what? You’re just gonna let him use you and laugh about it with all his fuckin’ country club friends, cupcake? Is that what you want for yourself?” he’s pacing, tugging at his hair, he’s so frustrated he’s turning red all over. “I wanted it to be me and you, cupcake.”

“And yet, when I tell you how I really feel, your response is to ditch me. Leave me out of fucking everything. Make me think you fucking died? Make it make sense, JJ. Because it doesn’t. You can’t have us both, y’know..” you go quiet. “I’m goin’ inside. Some of us have to worry about an actual roof over our head and not when the next big adventure is coming. Just leave.. Please?”

“I’m not goin’ anywhere.” JJ’s standing full height, his back against the door and his arms crossed over his chest. He’s staring down at you intently as everything falls to pieces and goes to shit all around him. You try to step around him, he blocks you from that way. You finally get so fed up that you throw your hands up in disgust. “What do you want, JJ? I told you what you asked for. If you don’t want the answer, maybe don’t ask the question.”

“I want you. I want everything t’ go back to the way it was.” and he’s quiet. You can look at him and tell this is killing him, you have tears stinging at your own eyes right now. But you start to think about the way he’s always played hot and cold, because now that you haven’t been spending every single second with him you’ve had your eyes open to a lot of things you had the blinders on about before and that in itself… was painful to realize.

“I don’t, though? Do you even care what I want JJ? Have you ever? Because I couldn’t keep being your little cupcake, alright? Watching you with everybody else but me. I got sick of it. I don’t want to go back to that and I’m not going to.”

“You don’t.. You can’t mean that. Cupcake, it wasn’t like that.” JJ is desperate for you to understand. To connect with you again.

He just wants you to feel what he’s feeling whenever he thinks about you, he wants you to understand exactly why he can’t just say it or act on it like you can..

But as he’s trying to put it to words, nothing else will come. “I was scared!” he throws up his hands. “I was scared that I’d let it happen, I’d let us happen and then it’d fuck up somehow.” his voice drops and he takes a few shaky breaths. Steps closer to you, effectively keeping you from going back inside the bar as he stares down at you. “He’s filling your head full of shit. And he’s using you. You’re smarter than this, cupcake. Think about it.. When do any of them really give a shit about any of us?” he can look at you and tell you’re not understanding it.

He laughs bitterly, “You’re always saying you don’t want to be your mom. This shit.. This is how it started with her, cupcake.” he swallows hard. Watches the way your eyes flash in anger when his words sink in. You step away and you’re glaring at him, seething. Almost shaking because you’re that angry. That hurt by the things he’s just said to you.

“He’s done nothing to me but treat me like a person. With thoughts and feelings? Not a possession.” you go quiet. Shoving at JJ when he steps up to you. “I’m not like her. I’m not. Didn’t you think I was scared? Did you not stop to think about that at all? But I took a risk.” you rub your forehead as you make yourself look up at him and shake your head. “I shouldn’t have. None of this would’ve ever happened. And so what if he’s gonna use me, JJ? So fucking what?”

“You don’t remember how he treated Sarah? She left cos he got too possessive.” JJ’s gazing down at you in concern.

“She left because she wanted somebody else at the time and we both know it, JJ. Don’t you dare start the bullshit. She left Topper because John B caught her attention. When she finds somebody else that catches her attention, she’ll probably leave John too.”

“Why are you defendin him? Don’t you remember the way he beat up Pope?”

“Oh, I do. But I’m not actually a Pogue, right? I mean.. You’ve always been so against me doing anything you guys do, no matter how much I wanted to help because you’re all my friends. You didn’t want me getting involved you don’t even like it when I hang out with all three of you together, I can just tell... So maybe I’m just standing back and looking at how damn stupid the whole feud is to begin with.”

“Stupid, huh?” JJ rubs his chin and shakes his head. His stomach is churning even more now and there’s this bitterness creeping in. Because you would never have done all this before. You would’ve taken up for your side of the island. He’s so jealous of Topper right now because it’s starting to sink in. He’s going to lose you and he’s going to lose you to Topper Thornton, of all people, for good.

“I said what I said, JJ.” you sigh. Rub your forehead and take a few shaky breaths. “We’re done here. Go find your girlfriend, JJ. Go find the girl you chose. Be happy. Let me go.”

And you feel like you’ll throw up but you step past him and place your hand on the door in front of you.

“I love you. I always have.”

“No, JJ. No you don’t. You never did. I know that now.”

Once you’re inside the bar again and out of sight, JJ breaks down completely. Picks up a garbage can and throws it and then he takes a swing at the wall. After he’s sat there about five minutes replaying everything back in his mind, he gets up and he leaves.

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Last call is over and you are exhausted. Totally drained. Emotionally and physically. You make your way out of the bar and you start what you think will be your walk home only to have your shoulder tapped just as you make it past The Wreck.

You whirl around, glaring because you half expect it to be JJ. Or Kiara. Or even Sarah Cameron, surprisingly, she’s the only one who hasn’t bothered saying a damn thing about any of this to you yet. When you see Topper standing there, your glare softens and you go into his arms, melting against him. “I wanna go home.”

“Everything okay, love?” he’s got his hands on your hips and he’s gazing at you in concern. You bite your lip and shrug. “No worse than usual.”

“Was it JJ again?”

You swallow hard. He knows just by looking at you that yes, it was JJ again. And he clenches his fist. “I’m gonna kick his fucking head in.”

“Just leave him alone. I.. I think maybe he gets it this time. He kept pushing me so I told him.. About us?” and you’re scared to death saying it because you know that Topper could easily laugh. He could easily tell you that this is just sex, that he doesn’t care. He could easily prove every single thing JJ has been saying for weeks now correct.

So you’re so sure he’s going to do that, when he doesn’t, it catches you by total surprise. “How’d he take it?” Topper asks. Cringing a little because he kind of knows how the guy feels right now, the shoe was on the other foot not so long ago, with Sarah and John B.

“Pretty sure I heard him hit the door out behind the bar after I went inside.” you shrug. You’re just numb. Still processing the fight, total honesty. “We’re not coming back from this.” and you’re starting to tear up at the thought because now it’s finally hitting you. This isn’t just a fight. This is most likely the end. “He was my best friend.”

Topper pulls you against him, wrapping his arms around. “Shh. It’s okay.”

You’re sobbing harder and somewhere in the midst of it all, you start to ramble about exactly what JJ has been saying about him for weeks now and he pulls away to look down at you.

“Do you think that’s all this is?” Topper questions.

“Topper.. I don’t know.” you drop your shoulders, stare down at your ratty Converse. “Why would you wanna be with me?” it’s a simple question.

Topper takes a deep breath.

“I’m not using you. I’m not. And I don’t care how many times I have t’ say it, I’ll say it until you believe it.” he drags a thumb through inky mascara tear trails on your cheek and leans into you all over again. You breathe him in and start to relax a little. He feels you relax in his arms and chuckles quietly. “C’mon. Let’s get you back to your place, okay?”

You nod. Let him slip an arm around you and start to lead you over to his Jeep. Everything’s still raw, fresh in your mind and you’re reeling. One part of you knows you can trust Topper. But there’s that lingering fear that JJ’s right and he’s bored, using you because he wants to get over or get back at Sarah.

You shove the intrusive thought out.

Because you’ve already got enough in your mind tonight. And you’d rather not be alone. When you’re with Topper, you’re not hurting, you’re not distracted by overthinking. And maybe, for now, that’s the way you need to leave it.

No labels. No bullshit. Just let go and lean into whatever comes next.

,, he picked you. JJ didn’t. Just focus on that.” the thought comes and you let it linger.

#jj maybank #topper thornton #jj maybank fanfiction #topper thornton fanfiction #jj maybank imagine #topper thornton imagine #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank x kiara carrera #topper thornton x reader #jj maybank x yn #topper thornton x yn #<- my writing ● topper thornton #<- my writing ● jj maybank #<- warning | complicated f*ckin relationships. + see other warnings above.#<- warning | female reader - Pogue ; female parts / appearance / clothing + personality & petnames / nicknames

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givemea-dam-break · 4 months

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babes is back

hello my lovies!!!!!!

i am back!!!! much to your pleasure and simultaneous screaming because yes, if i am back, the fics will be back. and they will be painful.

i thought i’d give you guys a little explanation as to why i kind of randomly stopped coming on tumblr despite my reappearances in december, which were because the lovely @neewtmas had her 12 days of christmas (FIND THAT HERE) and we’re online friends in real life (if that makes any sense at all) and i wanted to support her!!!! my wife!!!!

under the cut below is my little rundown, under a cut simply because i don’t want to take up a million scrolls of your dash if you don’t want to read my reasonings or you are just happy i am back (i luv u)

i have felt terrible since becoming inactive on tumblr since i made so many friends and had so so so many people supporting not only my fanfictions but the edits i also started making, so this is also kind of like my apology to you guys because i went so unexpectedly and without any explanation. so if you want to keep reading, then keep reading!

BOO

scary cut. i know. it’s ok. i am here to protect u.

anyways, like i said, my inactivity on tumblr was a completely out of the blue thing that even i didn’t expect. one day, i just found myself unable to go on the app out of pure dread which i had never felt because it was one of my faves.

and not dread because of anything that had happened here per se, just because my life had been becoming a bit of a mess.

that goes way back, but the crux of it was when me and my boyfriend of 4 years (who i had been staying with after my mum moved away) broke up

i won’t get into details about the breakup itself for both my privacy and his (very unique instances caused it), but basically it got worse and worse, and by october time it was getting to a point where i wasn’t feeling right at all. he was messaging me all the time, begging to get back together, the usual, but he was always wanting to come see me at my dads and for SOME REASON felt as though he had some entitlement to meet my new cats aka my little babies. he was saying creepy things to me (that he didn’t mean as creepy) and by november i blocked him.

i wasn’t feeling safe physically, worried i’d see him on my walks home from the shop in a different town that he comes to often to hang out in with his best friend, but also mentally. i wasn’t in a good mental space at all. i was scared. i was confused. he had pushed all of the blame of the breakup onto me. i was working 35 hours a week while being a student (still am) and my brain had no time for anything but work, studying, and worrying.

tumblr isn’t my job, but the pure guilt i felt when i deleted the app hit me like a tonne of bricks. i felt terrible. one of the only things that gave me solace was something i couldn’t bring myself to go on to. i couldn’t bring myself to write the requests i had piling in, ones i still have huge guilt for never getting around to writing. i couldn’t bring myself to keep answering messages or reblogging things because i didn’t have it in me. i didn’t even write at all october-november because i just had nothing in me, which is so so unlike me.

one thing that did keep me going though, was my emails. “eden ew ur job alert emails? ur period tracker app trying to get u onto premium? the emails from the joint account u had with ur ex for his music career that went kasplut?” no silly. maybe the job alerts - my job has too much drama.

no. 15 year old eden logging back into tumblr and setting email notifs on for comments, tags, and inbox was perhaps the smartest thing she did, and she got all A’s in her exams.

every now and then, i’d get a little tumblr notification. one of those “put this in the inbox of one of your favourite blogs blah blah blah” i luv em. can never get myself to do them because of the 13 year old in me screaming to never do chain mail again after carmen winstead and her creepy voicenote. but i love them, and i appreciate every single person who sent me one.

i could see people commenting on my fics, and absolutely loving them. i could see what my mutuals tagged me in, even if i wasn’t able to react to them.

it gave me peace of mind to keep going with my life while still being able to cling onto the happiness this site brings me while not actually accessing it.

i will always be sorry that i left so suddenly, but it was a spur of the moment thing and something i couldn't even explain myself.

i'm back now, but i likely won't be as active as i used to be. i'm prioritising work and my studies as much as i can while still finding time to write. this being said, i can't promise that all requests sent to my inbox/messages will be answered. part of my leaving was being so overwhelmed by them all (and i thank you all for choosing me to requests fics from, it means a lot!) so if your request doesn't get answered, i truly am sorry and it isn't anything personal! maybe I'll get around to it in the future, but for now i want to bring the joy back to writing for me so i will not be overloading myself like i used to!

i hope you can all understand, and know i love you all so, so dearly! i wouldn't have the friends i do or be where i am in life without all of you!

love u all lots lovies <3

-ur favourite person ever ever ever, eden MWAH

#givemea-dam-break #if you read the whole of this whopper i luv u #if you did not read the whopper i still luv u

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f1crecs · 10 months

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Fic Rec List - Charles/Pierre (Rated E)

If your fic is on this list and you don’t want it to be, please let me know and I will remove it immediately, no questions asked. I have contacted most of the authors on this list, but sometimes people fall through the gaps - just pop me a message🤍

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your wish is my command, ladies. 😘 fics highlighted in purple contain the 'super hung' content you were hoping for, @welightitup 😉❤️ all of these fics are nsfw. please check tags before you read.

this list doesn't contain even half of the fics I wanted to share. there will be a part two.

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

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chaotictarlos · 9 months

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I’ve always dreamed of me and you, now here we are

ship: Tarlos | fandom: 911 Lone Star | author: chaotictarlos | read on ao3

Rating: Explicit | Warnings/Tag: Secret Dating AU, Social Worker!Carlos Reyes, Professor TK Strand, ex’s to lovers, warnings to be added, smut in later chapters, m x m, anal sex, m x m smut

Summary: It’s a tale as old as time, meeting the right person but during the wrong time of life. TK Strand and Carlos Reyes dated in college but parted ways when they graduated, not knowing they would ever see each other again. Six years later, Carlos is working as a social worker in Travis County and TK has just accepted a position as a professor at The University of Texas at Austin. They run into each other when a mutual friend invited TK out for the evening.

Authors Note: I stepped away from this fic for a few months because some people can be so mean and hateful that they made me feel like I shouldn't continue it because they didn't like the direction the story was going / how the characters were being. I'm still struggling with this fic, but I'm trying to overcome it because not every fic has to be liked be everyone. Not every fic is written for everyone. There are millions of fics out there and I don't like every single one of them. That's okay. There are plenty of Tarlos fics that I don't like, but I don't make it the author's problem because it's not their problem. If you don't like this fic, that's okay but keep that to yourself. If you do like this fic, I would like to hear about your thoughts. I'm going to try and get back into this and get it finished up soon, but we'll see how I feel about it.

Thank you to @noxsoulmate for beta'ing for me. I hope you guys are enjoying this fic as much as I am! Leave me a comment and check out my other fics!

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Chapter Eight

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When Carlos shows up at the place he’s supposed to meet the guy that Marjan has set him up with, he’s early - almost too early for it to be considered normal but he’s nervous. It’s been some time since he’s gone out on an actual date and not just found someone at a club or bar to hook up with for the night.

He takes a look around the restaurant, trying to decide if he wants to find a table to sit down at or get a quick drink at the bar - when his eyes land on TK.

Carlos feels his stomach turn slightly.

TK’s out on a date and for a moment that’s all Carlos can focus on. He looks hard at the man he’s with and realizes it’s not Michael. Carlos also knows Michael - there was a time when Paul tried to set him up with Michael but he wasn’t really Carlos’ type.

No, this is another guy. A new guy.

Carlos feels his stomach twist into knots and the unfamiliar and ugly feeling of jealousy fills his veins too. He hates the feeling but the longer he stares at TK and his date, the more it grows. He turns on his heel and heads straight for the bathroom, needing a moment to breathe and get his head on straight before his own date arrives.

Carlos steps up to a sink and grips the edges, looking down and letting out a deep breath. He’s being ridiculous, is what he’s being. There’s no reason for him to continue to pine after TK and what could have been. If TK wanted any part of that - of him - he’s had plenty of time to say something but instead he’s gone on a few dates with other men - which is fine, TK owes Carlos nothing and Carlos knows that.

He looks up at his reflection and reminds himself that he has also had plenty of chances to tell TK that he still has feelings for him and has thought about what it would be like to try again, but he hasn’t said anything either. He rubs a hand over his face and tries not to mess up his hair.

He squares his shoulders and looks at himself intently.