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uglyducklingofthe2000s · 4 months

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Okay so this is kinda specific but can u please write like a one shot with Max or lando or oscar (u can choose) where the reader is in a previous toxic relationship and driver realises it by witnessing an altercation between them or whatever (idk u can come up with what the other person does to reader) and he defends the reader by stepping in between them and confronting the other guy...idk (they didn't meet before btw) and the reader is like appreciating him and he's like acting really sweet towards reader so they eventually get together... it can be just fluff too pls 🫶🏻 and i dont have a gender preference so idk if you only write for one gender but u can also choose that. you dont have to write this but i havent found one like it yet so yeah thats why i am requesting.Thank youu🫶🏻

Touch Her & You Die - Max Verstappen

I feel like this idea is very Max coded, so I'm going to go with him. Also, for anyone reading, obviously if the topic of toxic relationships hits too close to home. Don't read this. I do fully intend for a happy fluffy ending as always but obviously the toxic relationship is how it starts. I do sort of writer exclusively for fem!reader. I've got nothing against gender-neutral or male!reader but it's just not what I write.

Also I know the context behind this clip and I know it's from the taboo DTS but like idgaf, something about Max in this clip got me some type of way.

Max is not the type to chase a taken woman. But he may befriend her and get as close to her as possible without being someone who interferes with her relationship.

Y/n is happy in her relationship.

She works in F1 as one of the commentators every so often and she does a lot of media work for them. Her boyfriend is actually a mechanic for Red Bull.

Annoyingly, the couple seems pretty well matched. The same industry of work means they travel together, but she isn't in his way, they always seem happy together. He's sure he's heard rumours of them being a bit on and off, seeming to take breaks from the relationship but never really get involved in other people and they seemed to get back together fast enough because ultimately they were young but completely happy together.

Or at least that's what Max thought.

In fact had you told him this morning he'd be the witness and the one stepping in between the couple. He probably would've laughed and said you had to be speaking about another couple. Y/n and Davy were just...perfect.

But right now they're hissing at each other, getting progressively louder.

"I said to drop it, Davy." Y/n states, finally loud enough for Max to hear her from the pit wall where he was talking to GP.

"You're being ridiculous." Davy shoots back in frustration making Max perk up a little, mainly out of anger to hear Davy speaking to y/n while she looks near tears.

"I'm being ridiculous?" Y/n laughs coldly, disbelief making her voice heighten. "You-You-" Her gaze flicks around and she notices his expression grow stoney.

"We are leaving." Davy growls but in a moment of going to reach for her with what is obviously going an angry and hard grip on her, Max appears in front of him. His back to y/n and his own icy expression.

"Don't touch her." Max instructs with a tone that even earns attention from other teams since the Red Bull garage had fallen silent seeing Max move faster than his car to protect y/n who had flinched back in preparation to be grabbed before Max got there.

"Excuse me? That's my girlfriend." Davy scoffs looking around Max who doesn't take his eyes off the man. "Y/n, move. Now."

"She doesn't have to go anywhere with you." Max states then turning to y/n who has tears that have escaped. "You don't have to go with him. You can stay here if you want."

Y/n's voice catches in her throat which apparently angers Davy enough to reach around and finally grab her. Again Max acts in impressive speed, grabbing Davy's arm with enough grip that he lets go of her and ends up pushed back onto the ground.

"What the fuck you can't do that! I'll have you arrested."

Davy has never shown this side to him, clearly for a reason. But it's making the rest of the mechanics who all thinks y/n is a very sweet young woman who may have been helping to hide this side of her boyfriend this whole time. Whatever the tipping point, they hadn't seen this side to him before.

"I told you not to touch her." Max shrugs simply as Christian steps down from the pit wall.

"Might be time for you to leave for the day, Davy. We'll have a talk tomorrow when you've cooled off." Christian states earning what sounds almost like a growl from the man. "Go on."

There's a deafening silence as the man storms off, stomping his feet in a way that you might expect from a toddler.

"Alright, shows over." Christian calls out looking around the pit lane which kicks everyone into actually getting back to work.

Max turns around almost hesitantly. Y/n could absolutely not be happy that he stepped in, but instead when he turns around she falls against him in a hug that he returns without a second thought.

"Thank you." Y/n hiccups against him while he sighs hating that she's even crying over someone who clearly mistreated her, but not only that she's thanking him for helping her.

Eventually Max manages to get her into the Red Bull unit to get away from prying eyes and just to help her feel more comfortable.

"Are you ok?" Max asks wanting to check her arm which was definitely grabbed harshly. "Can I check your arm?"

"Oh uhh...I-yeah, yeah you can." Y/n nods seeming not to even think about it. Though when Max tugs the sleeve up her arm she does hiss a little and almost tugs her arm back from where his hand is gently holding her own. "Sorry."

"Don't apologise. I'm sorry it hurt." Max sighs looking almost hating that he didn't manage to stop her from being grabbed.

There's so dark red marks that will probably turn into bruises but nothing that he can really do. When he looks up at her it dawns on him that she has to be in a state of shock and her gaze has focused on something out the window.

Tears still stain her cheeks, her lip is still sort of trembling from her trying to keep her emotions inside while her breaths shake every time she exhales.

"Do you want me to leave you alone?" Max asks knowing that some people just need space.

"No." Y/n whispers then seeming to shake herself back into reality with some force. "Sorry. Oh my god, you have things to do. Go-"

"I have nothing to do." Max cuts in with a soft smile. "If you want me to stay then there is no problem with me staying.”

“Thank you.” Y/n smiles weakly before sighing and rubbing at her eyes. Another silence follows for a few seconds before she speaks, not being able to contain an explanation that she feels she owes to the man who just saved her. “I know it’s always stupid to say that I thought his temper would go away…he was always like that when it was just us. That’s where it started today, he told me I was getting fat and that’s why they hadn’t featured me in the broadcast this weekend.”

“I thought it was because eye had the…the f1 kids as commentators and they just had too many people.” Max frowns since while he might pretend he doesn’t know what’s going on. He is actually very much informed.

“That is why. But…I have gained some weight and Davy didn’t like that. He’d been on me about it for a while but I didn’t think would go this far about it.” Y/n murmurs, her eyes beginning to tear up again. “I guess I was really just being that fucking stupid.”

“You are not stupid, Y/n.” Max frowns shaking his head. “Anyone would’ve gotten caught up in that. The important part is that…you know you were and are always going to be better than being treated like that."

Y/n swallows thickly before she juts her jaw a little.

"We dated for 4 years, and we broke up 23 times...I think I should've seen the warning signs and actually listened to my gut about them." Y/n sighs making Max frown.

23 break ups is a lot of times. Maybe too many times for them to keep trying with each other. But he doesn't know what was going on behind the scenes at the end of the day. It's fairly obvious Davy was not accepting of moments he wasn't in control.

The next morning, Max found y/n asleep on the sofa in his suite. He'd insisted she not be alone tonight. Purely caring as a friend. He wants to make sure she is ok.

He managed to convince her to come to the paddock and upon arriving. They find Davy making his very angry and dramatic exit, presumably he had his "talk" with Christian and has been relieved of his job.

"This is your fault." Davy spits his whole body shaking in what is obviously a blinding rage.

"Mate, don't do this. I warned you yesterday." Max states as security begins to close in on them. "Leave with some pride intact and don't cause a scene."

It's clear the man is seething, y/n is certain he might even just have a heart attack. She's somewhat hidden herself behind Max's frame, hoping to remain safe from her position as security guides y/n out.

"He didn't need to lose his job."

"Christian won't let someone like that work in the team....and I would've insisted he leave anyway.' Max while they continue to walk through the paddock. "You have the right to feel comfortable around here and he would've made you uncomfortable."

Y/n smiles lightly before she swallows thickly.

At some point during the day, y/n is stolen from Max's company in a moment of the marketing girls crowding her and passing on their sympathy.

"Thank you for getting rid of him." Max states as he speaks to Christian.

"It's not as if we're taking a massive loss without him." Christian shrugs then looking over at y/n who is walking through the paddock with a couple of women. "I hope you're going to take this opportunity and use it."

Max remains silent, jaw locked and mouth pressed firmly closed. He doesn't talk about his fondness for y/n so Christian calling him out means he may not be as subtle about it as he was hoping he had been.

The following races, y/n seemed to settle into a new norm of being single. Despite quite a few employees within the teams and F1 were obvious about their interest in her, but she seemed to ignore them.

However, she finds herself more and more drawn to Max's side. He still lets her sleep on his sofa, and whether it's intentional or not he's building her confidence back up from where it had fallen so hard.

Fans had also started to notice the two growing very much closer and closer to each other. With not a mad person about it. Y/n is a fan favourite when she speaks as a commentator. They had noticed her whole personality brighten and she's started to look healthy with a glow about her since the break up.

The interaction between Max and Davy with y/n did make some headlines. The story being gossip within the paddock and managing to gain some attention.

Eventually y/n manages to make her way back to Max.

"Hi." Y/n smiles brightly as Max immediately directs his attention to her.

"Hello." Max greets before noticing that there's definitely something that y/n came over to say. "Whatever you have to ask or talk about. Just say it because you're awful at hiding something being on your mind."

"I think...it's about time I repaid you." Y/n states making Max raise his eyebrows. "Could I...Could we...I want to take you to dinner?"

"Like a date?" Max asks not giving away if he'd like that or not and she immediately looks nervous about it so he speaks up again, settling her nerves. "Because I was going to ask you later if I could take you on a date. Dinner sounds good to me."

Y/n beams with a mixture of joy and relief.

"Ok, I'm going to go look for the best restaurant I can find that doesn't make you like have to break your diet." Y/n grins then moving back in excitement while Max clears his throat.

"Y/n, what time would you like to go?"

"Oh right! Oh uhh...when do you think you'll be free?" Y/n laughs clearly still a little nervous as she speaks. "Would 7 be too early? Maybe 8?"

"We could meet in the middle. 7:30?"

"Yeah. That works perfectly." Y/n nods then moving up with some built up confidence and kissing his cheek before nearly fleeing the scene while Max sort of feels his face flush a little.

Max knocks on y/n's door since despite her sleeping on the sofa's in his suites she does actually have a hotel room paid for wherever they go, hearing her yell from inside, he rocks on his feet a little as he waits.

When the door flies open, Max smiles seeing her in a short white dress, her feet adorned in some strappy heels that wrap around up her ankles, a little pale yellow shoulder bag with a silver necklace and earrings.

Her make up is sparkly, glitter on her eyes and glossy lips. Hair is slickly half up and half down perfectly showing her face rather than hiding it.

"You look beautiful." Max croaks out in a moment of awe seeing her.

He's never really one to have his confidence knocked, especially with the season he's been having. He has to admit the ego inflation of his winning streaks and the windows from even P2.

"You look beautiful too." Y/n smiles while stepping out, checking she has everything she might need in her bag.

During their walk to the foyer, Max manages to link their hands with her latching onto him as if it's lifeline.

The whole drive to the restaurant, she is directing him since she did choose the restaurant and he is a little surprised that it's not some massively expensive, big flashy place. It's quite quaint but seems still like a place he'd trust to make food and not make him ill.

Being a gentleman he makes sure to pull out the chair for her before tucking it in as she sits down. When they sit looking at the menu, Max can't help letting his gaze flick to her. This feels almost surreal and he isn't sure if he needs to be pinched to check that he's not dreaming.

The date triggered a new comfortability between them. Y/n and Max are all over each other, both in public and alone.

"No...I'm so tired." Y/n whines as Max tries to ease her awake.

They're back in Monaco and the jet lag has literally knocked y/n off her feet. It's afternoon and she's slept long into the day with Max having left her to sleep through the morning but he knows she'll never adjust quickly if she's sleeping the day away like a cat in the sun.

She's actually cuddled up with his cats and has the curtains pushed back to she afternoon sun is shining down on her. Warming her tot he perfect temperature to just doze in.

"Y/n, you have to wake up. Come on." Max laughs gently rubbing her back while she groans only trying to dig herself further into the sheets. "If I have to pick you up and drag you out this bed, you know I will."

"Max...please. The cats and I are sleeping-bonding. We are bonding." Y/n whispers as if not to disturb her napping companions before she lifts her hand. "Join us."

"You make it sound like a cult." Max states, though he finds himself moving to lie down with her arm moving to go around him as a satisfied smile settles on her lips since she is counting this as a score under her name.

Truth be told, if there's one thing they've both came to realise. It's that Max will absolutely do anything that gets a smile from her. For everyone else, it's no surprise. For y/n it's just something she loves and for Max it's part of how their relationship works.

The last thing he'd ever want is for her to feel anything negative, especially since she's told him more about just how bad things were between her and Davy. She opened up and trusts him, which means more to Max than he would admit to anyone beyond his inner circle.

They end up spending the whole day lazing in bed with the cats till y/n's stomach grumbles and Max demands for them to get up just to get something to eat. Which she does finally agree to. Some people might say it's a waste of time off or a waste of a day to sleep and eat as how they spend the day.

But Max would give up his career if y/n said she would too and they could spend the rest of their lives living every day exactly like this one. Cuddled up, with the cats, dozing in the sun and just loving each other's company.

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the-cat-and-the-birdie · 5 months

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Hey Writers of ATSV, STOP letting White Men off the hook and expecting me to clap.

The fact that Miguel is repeated dehumanized and called an animal even prior to him snapping but George Stacy's scenes are written completely sympathetic towards him -

It doesn't sit right with me. Look at this:

They call Miguel an animal in the opening scenes.

At this point, he's not a threat to anyone but Vulture. In this scene, Miguel is doing exactly what he's supposed to do as Spider-man.

He gets called an animal.

Two pages later it's literal George Stacy holding a gun to his daughters face, and yet it's written completely, 100% sympathetic towards him AND ONLY HIM.

Which like..... Girl... Let me adjust my spectacles because I cannot be reading this right.

He's pointing a loaded gun at his daughter. Gwen is undoubtedly more scared than she's even been in her entire life.

She's confused and desperate, one of our main characters is going through a traumatic event.

The script though? It only cares about George and how he was 'betrayed by his little girl'

As if Gwen isn't her own person.

As if Gwen didn't just save dozens of lives. In a situation where the police could do nothing.

Had Gwen not been there, the police would not have been able to handle Vulture. The threat is subdued - yet he still persists.

It doesn't matter that she just saved multiple lives. It doesn't matter that she's not a threat - or that she's his literal daughter.

What matters is how hard this is for the adult white man with the lethal weapon in his hands.

The scene SHOULD be written from Gwen's point of view. SHE'S the victim.

But no, the white male cop is going through it due to his own emotional incompetency so let's focus on that while calling Miguel an evil animal.

In ATSV both George AND Peter - the two white men in the movie - let Gwen down. They either put her in danger or do nothing as they watch.

George points a gun at her. Peter watches Miguel as he physically assaults Gwen and puts her in the machine, exiling her into homelessness.

Then, he gets to go home to his wife and kids, not even mention to MJ that Gwen and Miles were both assaulted and are now missing. And instead he whines about how he's 'not good at this mentor stuff'.

In ATSV the White Male characters repeatedly fail the people around them with no consequences at all - even from a lot of the audience.

And yeah - Peter Parker is completely neglectful.

To the point it's not okay whatsoever.

I've seen MULTIPLE people say that 'Peter is justified in not helping Gwen during the Go-Home scene. Because Miguel was obviously violent and he's probably scared of him plus he was holding MayDay.'

Which is an excuse that ignores the fact that it's pitiful that GWEN a teenage girl facing homelessness - who is likely weaker than both Peter and Miguel - is more willing to stand up to Miguel than PETER PARKER.

It ignores the fact Miguel would NOT attack a fucking baby. He's a FATHER.

But it's easier to assume the Latino man is a raging, angry, baby killer than to admit the white man is committing neglect.

It baffles me that people will really defend Peter saying 'he was scared - he didn't know what Miguel would do-'

Neither did Gwen. But she still did it.

Because she's a GOOD GUY. Because it mattered to her. Because the people she cared about were getting hurt.

She stood up to Miguel in the face of literal danger and homelessness.

Peter had nothing to lose. He make a joke and shut up when he was told.

Once again: If Gwen and Hobie hadn't come for Peter, we have NO IDEA how long he would've stayed with Miguel. We are given NO INDICATION prior to Gwen's arrival that Peter is actively going to change sides. Or is even really considering it in that moment.

Even in the script Peter shows no remorse or worry for Gwen or Miles at all.

It's as if they don't cross his mind. As if he doesn't care he led Miguel directly to Miles because he forgot he had on a tracking watch. As if what he just witnessed didn't disturb him, as if he isn't worried that Gwen is literally homeless.

All he cares about is him, and his image as mentor.

Like sir, I do not give a DAMN. I might not even give a fuck, if you will.

Shut the fuck up about that mentorship shit 😭😭😭😭 You tryna mentor niggas that's MISSING.

He's like that deadbeat dad that brought you a bike a decade ago at 6 and he still bringing it up asking you why you don't call him 'dad'. Like just because you taught Miles to swing over a year ago doesn't mean you're his mentor mfer. Miles would've learned to swing anyway cause it's literally instinctual and every person bitten eventually learns it by themselves so really Peter wtf 😐

People will scream 'But there's nothing he could do!! Miguel is too scary!!'

One: Peter is one of if not the Spider-person with the most experience. If we assume he was bitten at 18 and he's say 45 now, that's still over 25 years of experience. If he was bitten in high school, that's even more experience.

He has biological powers Miguel doesn't, plus he has years of experience over Miguel - who canonically got his powers as an adult. If anyone in that room can beat Miguel - it's him.

If you're telling me that Peter B. Parker is not only scared of Miguel but he's scared to the point he will not even attempt to question him, even though three people younger than him will - Gwen, Hobie, and Miles - that's pitiful. That's a sad excuse for a Spider-man.

Also He's Spider-Man. The whole point of Spider-man is he fights even if he isn't sure he can win.

Two: At the very least, he can show that he's genuinely concerned for the kids he wants to mentor so bad. But he doesn't even do that. Even bringing them up or saying their names doesn't cross his mind.

But once again, the white male character emotionally neglecting those around him - especially the children who depend on him - and both he are George are either shown as innocent, unwilling to act, or the script is outright sympathetic towards them.

It's easy to call the Latino man an animal but writing a scene in which a white cop is rightfully portrayed as selfish is too hard.

It's easy to call the Latino man a monster but writing Peter Parker as a heroic figure is too hard.

The racism is not just towards Miguel. It's also in the blatant favoritism the white male characters are given.

Both George and Peter actively endanger those around them and at no point do they do something on their own accord that helps anybody but themselves.

Gwen has to go to her father - by force. Gwen has to go to Peter - using Hobie's hard work.

What we NOT GONNA DO is give the white man praise when it's literally the black guy who did all the work.

Fuck - Hobie mentored Gwen TEN TIMES MORE than Peter ever did Miles. Hobie put a roof over Gwen's head and came to get her when no other person would.

Writers, stop trying to make me sympathetic towards the white men who actively hurt the people around them when there's good mentors like Hobie and good parents like Rio and Jeff.

I ain't with the shits'. If anyone is an animal in this script, it's the man who pointed a gun at his daughter.

I guess assaulting and mentally scaring children is only okay if you do it with a firearm? Or if you make this face while doing it 🥺*

(*coupon not available for the melinated)

I changed my mind i don't forgive Peter or George. Miguel who has a whole ass arc of life and death and loss gets called an animal while the white cop with six minutes of screentime gets shown as father of the year while holding a loaded gun to a child girl you must be kidding me

Maybe Gwen would be in a better mood if we let her kick their asses idk 🤷🏾

#no proofread #I'm just yelling #spiderman #atsv #spider man #marvel #across the spiderverse #hobie brown #gwen stacy #miles morales #miguel o hara #miguel o'hara #spiderman 2099 #ghost spider #spiderwoman #peter b parker #atsv analysis #George Stacy #Peter Parker

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secretwritingspot · 5 months

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Sleepless Nights- Soft Ending

Pairing: OPLA Sanji x Reader

Rating/Content Warnings: E/18+ yeah I know I know, FINALLY SOME ACTUAL PORN from the smut writer. But yeah there's...not really fully sex because this is the softer ending but there is something. You'll see.

Summary: The soft ending of Sleepless Nights, Sanji *ahem* helps out Reader with getting to sleep.

Disclaimer(s): Like said above, this definitely isn't full smut like you might be expecting (don't worry, the rough ending gets a LOT more explicit but shh don't tell anyone I told you that). But that said, I'm still quite fond of it and hope y'all will be too!

"...come here."

His words are barely a whisper when he speaks, keeping his voice as soft and comforting as he can for the time being. He's in motion before you can process it, moving to sit down on one of the galley's more comfortable couches and patting the seat next to him.

Distantly, you feel yourself nod wordlessly and when you swallow, your throat feels tight and your head slightly fuzzy. You can feel your cheeks heating up but everything feels far away and blurry as you sit next to him and stare down, fidgeting with your sleeves.

You don't know how to make the first move or what to expect, if anything, and pray he's better at clearing the awkward tension than you are.

"Can I touch you?"

Though the look in his eyes is almost pleading, his voice stays gentle. He needs you to be certain about this. Needs to know he can have this and wake up able to look at himself in a mirror the morning after.

You nod and hope it's answer enough, your words failing you for the second time that night.

Thankfully it is, and he smiles gently at you like you're a work of art, the most perfect thing he's ever seen. He pulls you into his lap and wraps his free arm around you so that your back is cuddled into his chest as he keeps his voice close, low and comforting.

"Relax, sweetheart. Just relax."

He moves his other hand to your chin and turns your face upwards towards him, and when you finally meet his eyes his breath hitches in his throat.

Breathless. Somehow, you always render him breathless.

Before he can think any better of it he leans down and kisses your jaw, continuing to reassure you along the way as he peppers kisses across your skin. "Take a breath," he instructs gently, pausing for a few seconds before pulling you closer again, his kisses slowly moving down your throat.

Whether it's his words or the affectionate way he touches you, it works- you sigh shakily and relax into his arms, taking a deep breath as you close your eyes and melt into the gentle attention.

You...haven't gotten attention like this in a long, long time.

It makes sense, none of you have. After all, you've been on a ship for months, none of you with a partner on board. It could get...lonely, missing that kind of affection for so long. Even among friends.

Sanji himself was no exception.

His soft hands move up your arms, then across your collarbone. Sanji had an inkling that you had been feeling lonely, and you may not have mentioned it, but it was something he'd always known about you. It made his heart hurt thinking about it- you seemed like the type that could be a bit...needy.

"Shh, that's right darling, just like that. Relax for me, pretty girl."

Still, Sanji knew that those types - people who were needy, who craved affection and love - they don't do so well on pirate ships, even with a crew as lovely as theirs. And it's no shock, really. The sea could get lonely, especially with no one to hold you. But he does his best to make up for that now, all soft touches and softer words. It's hard for him to stop some of his deeper feelings for you from slipping their way into his strings of praise, but he tries.

One of his hands toys with the hem of your shirt before slipping underneath, placing a hand lightly on the bare skin of your waist. You can't help but gasp quietly at the initial, almost overwhelming warmth of his hand on the bare skin of your waist and Sanji coos softly, pressing a kiss to your temple.

"Shhh, that's it, love. Let yourself feel it," he whispers with a small, fond smile as his fingers trail higher up your body, one arm wrapped comfortingly around your waist while the other starts to feel along the bottom edge of your bra. His hands move slowly, taking his time to get a feel for the fabric and all it's details.

To his joy, you do- letting your head fall back to lean against his shoulder with a sigh. He moves his other hand under your shirt with equal caution, not moving other than to get the thin fabric out of the way. The warm hand pressed flat to your stomach caresses reassuringly as the other seems adamant on memorizing every inch of the fabric under your shirt.

You try not to think about how right this all feels.

"I'm going to take good care of you, honey. I'll make sure you get your rest."

His voice is still quiet when he speaks, but now his words carry an undertone of something more raw as he whispers in your ear. His heart aches pleasantly at the way you relax into him, his hands tracing lazy, absent-minded shapes on your skin.

"...a pretty girl like you deserves more than a ship like this, you know."

He hides the emotional admission under an advancement of his touch, sliding a hand into the cup of your bra.

You dissolve into a soft, pretty sigh and arch slightly into his touch. His warm, soft words make you shiver- the idea that you deserve better, that somehow even this, the most wonderful you've felt in months, isn't good enough.

"This ship and I may never be worthy of your perfection, love. But if you need sleep, then you'll get it," he assures as his hand keeps working your chest as he whispers to you, thumbing gently at a nipple as he leans in to press his lips to your throat.

His affection surrounds you in an intoxicating way and you keen softly, melting into him. It feels like Sanji is everywhere- his lips on your neck, leaving affection in the form of peppered kisses as he lavishes you in praise and reassurance. His arms wrapped around you securely, his chest a safe haven to lean into. One of his hands caressing your chest as the other teases his fingers across the skin of your lower tummy, slowly working his way down. You feel completely enveloped in him, absorbed and protected and warm.

Your reaction only encourages Sanji, his words growing husky as things slowly become more intimate, more desperate.

"God, sweetheart. How long has it been since you've felt this way? Since you've had someone take care of you properly?"

"Don't know-"

You admit in a breathless whisper, gasping softly as his hand skates closer and closer to your panties.

His touch makes it hard for you to think, let alone speak. You feel floaty- hazy and fuzzy around the edges and tired, yes, but mostly just warm. He'll take care of you. He'll put you to sleep.

"A while."

"Too long," He whispers back almost immediately, the soft brush of his fingers now just on the edge of your panties. Sanji lets out a low groan at the thought of you being without someone for so long. Sanji was going to fix that.

"You going without this for any amount of time is too long. Let me make up for it, love. You deserve that much, at least."

You can't help but mewl in response to his words, especially now that his fingers are brushing over your panties. Finally, relievingly, he presses the heel of his palm down over your core, applying soft pressure in a way that makes you see stars. The breath leaves your lungs for a moment and you whimper breathlessly, melting.

His hand holds in place for a moment, making you squirm as he teasingly grinds his palm down on your clit. Sanji moves slowly but surely, making sure not to rush too quick. You had been waiting far too long, after all, so a nice slow burn before anything else was probably ideal.

"That feel good, sweetheart?"

You nod hastily, trying to construe just how good it feels before your voice finally comes back to you.

"Perfect," you answer in a breathless whisper, nuzzling into the space beneath his jaw. It really is, it's everything - the gentle pressure of his palm where you need him the most, rubbing in slow, steady circles that make you keen. His other hand massaging your chest, lips and teeth at your neck, nipping softly and whispering in your ear. " 's perfect, Sanji, please."

He hums happily in response, breath catching in his throat at the sight of you. You melt so easily at his touch, like butter in a pan. He thinks if he doesn't get you off right now so you can sleep peacefully he might die of regret, especially since you asked so nicely. He moves his palm in slow circles against your sweet spot in a way that makes you gasp, tracing his nose lightly along the cut of your jaw with a comforting whisper, voice raspy with desire.

"Shh, sweetheart, I've got you. I'll make it all better."

You can already feel yourself working your way up to something as your hips rock back against his hand instinctively and your thighs twitch.

It's so good, it's barely anything at all and yet it's so good, like sugary coffee late in the morning or the warmth of sunlight through windows or a million other things your mind is too tired to conjure right now. It feels like salvation, like a promise of well-earned rest.

Your breaths stutter and catch on the way out and soon each one is a needy whimper, thankful you're too exhausted to be loud as your voice reaches an embarrassingly desperate pitch.

"Shh, sweetheart, let it out," he soothes, tone encouraging and soft and entirely too much. "Come for me."

And you do, the request punctuated by Sanji starting to slowly speed up the circles that his palm grinds into your sex, other hand switching from caressing your curves and simply holding you to thumbing at your nipple at the same time.

The combination of the two feelings is all it takes to push you over the edge, breath catching in your throat with a desperate sort of relief as you finally come undone. It isn't anything intense, but it isn't meant to be- it washes over you in gentle waves, your exhaustion finally starting to sink in as you shiver, riding out the final ebbs and flows of the feeling.

Something about the subtlety of it make it the most beautiful thing Sanji's ever seen.

The way your voice cracks slightly on that final whimper, the way your hips continue to twitch into his palm as you ride it out, the way your thighs tremble and the rest of you just melts, going limp in his arms.

"Atta girl, sweetheart," he whispers, awe-struck.

He keeps moving his hand for a few more moments until your movements finally taper out and you start to relax more deeply against him. He can feel your heart beating, every soft breath, the exhaustion that now hangs in the air, thick and palpable.

In the soft, dark atmosphere of the galley, Sanji moves his hand back up to your waist and simply holds you, the other coming up to comb through your hair as he presses a kiss to your temple.

"You did so wonderfully."

Your only real response to the whispered praise is to hum in satisfaction and mumble something you think was supposed to be words, but you really aren't sure, your sleeplessness finally starting to catch up with you as you're slipping quite quickly.

You're clingy when you come down, he notices, and tucks that fact away in his mind for later when he's feeling romantic. You nuzzle your head into his chest and stay curled up, eyes still closed like you have every intention of falling asleep right then and there.

He would let you, he realizes, looking down at you with a near painful warmth in his chest. Happily.

"...sweet dreams, my love."

He whispers, keeping his voice as quiet as possible to avoid rousing you from the nap you've slipped into and pulling you even closer against him. Though he knows you're already asleep, he can't help but run his fingers through your hair and press tender kisses against your forehead. It's only a few moments later, once his focus is no longer entirely on taking care of you, that his nose twitches.

An odd, acrid smell fills his lungs and permeates the room. Smoke. Something that should be comfortingly familiar twists with the undercurrent of something gone wrong and he cocks his head in an attempt to identify the possible threat before his eyes go wide with an entirely different kind of panic.

Ah, fuck. The rest of the pastries.

#vinsmoke sanji #sanji x reader #opla sanji #opla sanji x reader #opla #opla x reader #sanji x you #opla Sanji x you #opla x you #one piece #one piece live action #one piece x reader #one piece x you #opla x y/n #opla sanji x y/n #sanji x y/n

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lazycrow12 · 10 months

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Aaron finding out about Hobie and Miles. He's alive for this one and I don't remember what happened to King Pin but let's pretend he's dead. Miles hadn't decided on when to tell his family yet as he doesn't know how to go about it so Aaron is in the dark. One day Aaron is out and about, doing whatever, and he sees Miles on the street. He was gonna go say hi but he sees a boy with him(Hobie) and the boy is leaning on him. From where he is he can't tell what it is their doing so he goes up anyway but as he gets closer he can hear what their saying. Something about Miles needing to get to class and the boy asking for a kiss for the road. He stands back and hides a little to see what happens and sure enough Miles kisses him before saying he'll see him later and the 2 go their separate ways. Now Aaron has questions but he doesn't wanna just come outright with it because he's not trying to upset Miles so the next time he visits Aaron ask a few more questions than usual. How's school? How's ya parents? How's bein a hero? How are the friends? Anyone bothering you at school? Grades good? Dad doing alright? Anything new in life? Anyone new in your life? That last question makes Miles hesitate a little before he ask him about something.

"So I have this friend, you don't know him, and he's dating.. a guy for a while now. They really like each other and really wanna be able to go out together in public."

"Is this friend hiding the relationship with this guy?"

"No, no, not really he just hasn't brought him home. Or brought him up to anyone. He's kind of scared of what they might say when they see him."

"Well, I think it's important that this friend knows something's first. Is this kid good to him?"

"Y-Yeah. He's the sweetest."

"Does he make your friend happy?"

"Yeah."

"Then that's all that matters and that's all that should matter to this kids family. I'm sure whenever he's ready to say it his family would love to meet the boy."

Some silence between before Miles ask him "You knew I was the friend didn't you?"

"I told you we need to work on your lying skills."

Yeah, idk where else I'm going with this but the writer part of my brain is itching to write things but tired.

#punkflower #hobie x miles #miles morales spiderverse #uncle aaron #i wanna write this somebody give me energy please

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h0ney-mochi · 10 months

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Scaramouche x gn!reader ;; readers pronouns not mentioned

SUGGESTIVE CONTENT (modern ?, not fatui, scara spits in your mouth, reader is down bad)

Summary: You've had enough of thinking suspicious stuff about your classmate, so you descend to the bottom floor to eat your lunch, stay a bit longer. But Scaramouche finds you.

A/n: Wanted to post this old thing from 25-27november. Sort of a filler while I work on requests.

Minor writer, dni if uncomfortable!

You were tired. You had told yourself that you will not touch yourself at all, because it had became ridiculous on how a single man turned you on almost every day. But now it was getting so frustrating. You wanted some kind of touch, whatever, but you knew you should resist. Just because. It's not like you had self control, you did, it's just that it had been almost a month.

Every day you would see him and your mind would go MAD. You ignored it. That's how you lived with it now, despite the feeling between your thighs. Despite how hot you felt. Despite how every touch would make you tense up. Despite the random glances or eye contact you'd make with him.

And then one day you decided to ignore him and get away every time you'd see him, anything to get him out of your mind. And Scaramouche noticed. It didn't matter that he saw you in classes, it mattered when you completely dissapeared from his eyesight after classes or during break. So he decided to find you.

You were hiding at the bottom floor, in a dark alley with multiple rooms. You were in one of them, except you had the light on. You were on call with your best friend. Because you didn't dare step out and catch eyes with Scara.

"Oh come on, [name]. It can't be that bad-" they would chuckle at you, smiling at the camera and eating a bit of their food. You rolled your eyes, "I know! But I want this stupid brainrot to end soon, so I'm taking every chance I get." "Yeah, right. Well lunch break ends in.. I don't know the time from head. Do you have food with you?" They ask, biting down on their food again. "Yeah I do, I finished it before you called, hah. Good that there's a trash can here, I got to throw out the papers," you smiled. Then you suddenly went silent. "So, when can I-" They started speaking but you stopped them. "Shh- hold on, I think I hear something-" you quickly said, turning your head towards the door.

"Fuck, what if it's a teacher..?" You mumbled into your phone, your best friend intensely staring at the camera. "No way, most of the teachers are here," she taps her chin, "and I doubt anyone knows where you are." "Well, yeah you're right, but someone for sure is down here-" you whispered back. They were looking around the cafeteria, trying to spot if someone's gone — well yeah, mostly everyone, since they finished eating. "Alright, you wait for them to dissapear and then you come back, okay?" She mumbles. You respond, looking back at your phone, "Yep, that's what I'll do. I'll stop the call now, so whoever is there.. you know." "Ya! I'll see you soon then. Bon Appétit and good luck!" They smiled at you. You smiled back, ending the call. You put your phone down and turned your attention back to the door. You heard a few more footsteps, then quiet. You turned the lamp off and sat in the dark, silent, waiting. Then the door opened. You froze. Someone knew you were here. It was silent.

"I know you're in here, idiot," a familiar voice said. Your eyes widened. It was Scaramouche. You heard him step into the room, closing the door. Fuck, you thought, how will you sneak away?

"You either turn the light on or I'll turn it on for you," he spoke in his usual voice. That same voice that has you on your knees. You went silent. You hoped that if you're quiet, he'll think you're not here and check elsewhere. You heard an 'ugh' noise and then footsteps. You immediately turned the lamp back and his footsteps stopped. Yep, Scaramouche. He stared at you and you stared back. He crossed his arms, "so you are indeed here." You put your hands in your lap, "Yeah, no shit, Sherlock." Scara shakes his head, then motions to the room, "First of all, why the fuck are you hiding in here?" You stare. "..I don't like being around people..?" You tried to lie, shrugging. He glared at you, "How come you've been fine with people for weeks and then suddenly not?"

"Psh, why are you asking anyways? Why are you here, actually?" You tilted your head. Scara thought of what to say, eyes scanning the room you're in. Then he looked back at you, "Maybe because you always pester me, but suddenly there's not a single trace of you? Like you just died, but no, I see you in your seat. But then you dissapear." You stared. Damn bruh why would he care- you thought, eyeing him. He rolled his eyes, sighing. "Are you avoiding me on purpose?" He asks. His gaze was intense, you looked away. "No, I have no reason to," you mumbled, looking at the wall. "Really now?" He asked again. You felt your cheeks starting to heat up. Of course you avoided him.

"Answer me when I talk to you." He groans at you. You shrug, "I already answered if you weren't listening." Then you heard quick footsteps. Scara walked in front of you, his hand went to your chin, turning your head to look at him. You gasped, your eyes widening. Scara glared down at you, "that wasn't a fucking answer." You felt your heart starting to race. He was way too close to you and it was starting to fuck with senses. "I'm sorry-" you quickly mumbled, blinking, gazing away, then back. He just watched. Of course he knew. Didn't he?

"You're so bad at lying, you know," he said, clicking his tongue. You glanced away, staring at the wall, you couldn't do it. "Look at me, bitch," he demanded and you did exactly that. Fuck. "..Tell me. Why are you avoiding me?" He asked a simple question. Yet it was so hard to answer. "I- listen, I'm not avoiding you, okay-" "Stop lying right in my face." He cut you off. You weren't feeling well. This was too much, too close. You were silent. "Fine, I avoided you, but why would you care-" you spoke, but he cut you off again. "I didn't ask that, I asked why are you avoiding me." He leaned closer to you. Your eyes widened again, you tried to lean back, but he held you in place. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

"You're fucking with my mind okay?? I wanted a break, stop being so close to me-" you quickly said, your eyes glancing away and then back. "I know it's my problem, I'm aware, but please get away-" you added, since he didn't answer. "I'm fucking with your mind?" He repeats your words, not breaking eye contact. "Scara, please get away from me-" you felt your cheeks heating up even more. "Just what exactly do I make you feel, huh?" He whispered. You froze, staring back at him. Fuck. Your mind went blank. You were fucked. "..Scara, class starts soon, I- we need to go-" you quickly spoke, but he pressed a finger to your lips and you shut up. "That can wait. You're going to answer me," he said. You were silent. "I'm not telling you that," you whispered, cursing yourself mentally. "Why not? Embarrassed to admit I make you nervous?" He licks his lips, and you swear you were about to pass out. "Shut up-" you gazed away from him. "Tell me," he demands again. You couldn't just tell him that. But man, what choice do you have now?

"You make me feel things that I shouldn't," you mumbled, still not meeting his eyes. Silence. You regret everything. Then you hear him chuckle and you wanted to dissapear. "Look at me," is the only thing he says. And you slowly did. Scara blinked at you and then pressed his lips against yours. Your eyes widened as a gasp came from you. He moved his lips against yours, and you soon kissed him back. Your hands went to his shirt, pulling him closer. His hand only went to hold you by your cheeks. He pulled away for a small second, "part your lips, idiot." Then he went back to kissing you. You did as he said, parting your lips and he pushed his tongue against yours. A surprised moan came from you, as you shuddered. You two kissed for a few moments. Then Scara pulled away, licking his lips. You opened your eyes to stare at him.

He stared back, "open your mouth." You did exactly that, opening your mouth slightly. "Wider," he demanded. And you did. You watched him. He leaned closer to you again and let his spit fall in your mouth. Your eyes widened at him. "Swallow it," he whispered, and you did that in a moment. He smirked. "You're pathetic," he said and went to kiss you again.

#☆°• ☆ writings #genshin x you #genshin x reader #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche x you #scaramouche smut #genshin impact x you #genshin impact x reader #wanderer x you #wanderer x reader #wanderer smut

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wilwheaton · 4 months

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Hi Mr. Wheaton. We met briefly at Ad Astra some years ago, and I told you that I really appreciated your columns in Dungeon Magazine. Looking back at them now, I have to say that I've only gained further appreciation - it's really meaningful to see someone talking about their experiences sharing the things they love with the people that they love. At the time, you seemed a little sad when I mentioned them, so I hope this is a net positive, but I wanted to tell you that I appreciate them all.

Oh thank you. I had fun writing them, but the subscribers HATED my columns, and were not shy about extending that loud and vicious hate to me. And nobody at the magazine pushed back or spoke up for me.

I mean, I was hired to write about gaming, to write columns about playing other games and living life against the backdrop and through the lens of D&D ... and when I did that, the readers were furious that a single page at the end of the magazine wasn't another page of monster stats.

And the editor who hired me, with that understanding, did not support me in public or even in private. I felt betrayed, left exposed and unprotected. I don't recall anyone, certainly not that editor, speaking up and telling these angry people that I was writing what he'd hired me to write, that he'd told me how much he loved every column I turned in, or giving me any support or defense.

That hurt me. I was still kind of a baby writer then, and being thrown to the wolves like that shook my confidence and made me question why I was hired in the first place. I concluded that it was a stunt to get attention, to draw on what was, at the time, my wildly popular blog, and to extract whatever they could extract from me.

In other words, it was shitty business being shitty business, but it was presented to me as something else.

I've never forgotten how bad I felt through all of that, how much it hurt and how betrayed I felt.

Oh, did I mention I got $50 per column? I did it all for about half a cent a word, not for the money but because I wanted to write and I loved (and love) RPGs.

Ultimately, it was a disappointing experience for me. I still think the stuff I wrote then was fine. It was the best I could do, it was what I was hired to do, and I wish I'd been more supported by the editors. I wish anyone at Dungeon had said a single kind thing to me when I quit the column, but I recall just feeling like the guy I'd been working with and writing for was just like, "oh thank god this is over now I can go back to be loved by gamers."

So, yeah, I was sad because the whole thing is sad and disappointing.

But, all these years later, it's really nice to hear from someone who enjoyed what they asked me to write for them.

May all your rolls be critical successes!

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suffersinfandom · 6 months

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I feel for the Izzy fans, I really do. It sucks to have your favorite character killed off, especially when you feel like their death serves no narrative purpose. It genuinely hurts to lose a character that you identify closely with, and it's okay to be sad and grieve. The character might not be real, but the grief is. Let people mourn. Don't be rude to the ones who are just being sad in their little corners of the internet, yeah?

That said.

Some of the stuff I've seen in the OFMD fandom today? Worst shit I've seen in a fandom that I love and care about, and grief is no excuse. I know I'm a no one in this fandom and I'm mostly typing into a void, but I've got to get some things out:

The show doesn't deserve to be canceled. None of the creators, producers, or writers deserve to be canceled. Nothing queerphobic, homophobic, or ableist happened.

Izzy's death was not an insult or a cruelty or a targeted attack.

David Jenkins and the rest of the writers did not gaslight and abuse anyone (yeah, those are take I've seen).

It wasn't "objectively" a cheap or meaningless or badly-written death. You can hate it and that's okay, but that's still subjective!

Izzy was not the main character or the "heart" of the show. The heart of the show -- the show itself -- is Ed and Stede's relationship. We have been told as much.

"Ed hasn't faced any consequences for his actions." He has though? He didn't gaslight girlboss his way back into everyone's hearts. Izzy is not Ed's hapless and helpless victim. He was almost beaten to death and ran around in a penitence onesie with a catbell on; I think those were consequences.

"How do you feel when gay characters are randomly killed off to help a straight couple progress their narrative? Not good, huh? That's how disabled fans feel." It's okay to feel that way, but don't make any sweeping assumptions about disabled fans. I'm disabled and I'm gonna say that's not what happened here.

"How dare you kill off this character who's abused, flawed, suicidal, disabled, and queer!" Ed is still right over there, yeah? Check, check, check, check, and check. (Little note: I've seen a lot of "he's not disabled!" Even if you don't buy the kneebrace ((Ed Teach with bad joints is so important to me, shhh)), what about invisible disabilities? What about mental health issues? I'm not here to diagnose a fictional character, but it's clear to me that Ed has mental health problems that dramatically impact his life.)

"It's sick that Izzy died in the arms of his abuser apologizing to him." I don't even know where to start with this one, but I get the feeling that some parts of the fandom only consider physical abuse valid. Mental, verbal, and emotional abuse are pretty fucking damaging and I think it's sick that some folks think they aren't actually abuse.

People who enjoyed the last episode of season two aren't media illiterate. People who love Gentlebeard aren't abusive narcissists.

I just.

I really, truly feel for Izzy fans for I too have lost a blorbo. I'm giving a huge hug to the Izzy enjoyers who aren't out there making threats and calling everyone abusers and being outright hostile to anyone who had the nerve to enjoy this season. Like, I genuinely hope you guys are doing okay, and if you need an ear, I'm game.

#ofmd #ofmd s2 spoilers #cw: abuse #tw: abuse #i'm just frustrated and sad #fandom critical #day two: still bad #but i've seen some very cool izzy fans out there talking down their friends #as well as some kind and patient words from neutral parties #this fandom is still mostly good and kind #day three: i think we're doing better!#day four: backsliding :(#me typing things

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jackhues · 6 months

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Hi!!! You’re a really good writer :)) I was wondering if I could request a Hughes brothers x sister reader where the reader is the youngest Hughes? Maybe a year or two younger than Luke? Just some fluff/protectiveness/the boys being big brothers. Thank you!

thank youu! here you go, i hope you like it! it's pretty short, but it's basically life with brothers, loll

"does anyone know where my shorts are?"

"which ones?" you called back to your brother jack, not even looking out of the fridge.

"the red and black ones!" he called.

"luke stole them last week!"

"y/n!" luke groaned.

he wasn't able to get anymore out because jack padded down the stairs, glaring at his little brother.

"how many times do i have to tell you not to take my things?" he began. "you have your own shorts, wear those!"

you pulled some milk from the fridge and grabbed a pack of cookies, sitting on the counter as jack and luke continued their argument.

"but those red ones are more comfortable," luke shrugged.

"always taking my stuff," jack scoffed. he turned to you, "how about my blue ones? where are those ones?"

luke laughed, quickly turning it into a cough.

"uhhh..." you stared at jack, a guilty look plastered of your face.

jack stared deadpan at you, before sighing to himself. "why do i even bother telling you guys not to take my stuff? it never makes a difference."

"i think you shouldn't tell us than," you told him, smiling innocently. "you're just wasting energy, and then that'll make you tired, which'll in turn make you worse at wakesurfing. speaking of, go find some shorts to wear. we're leaving in ten minutes."

"shut up," jack flipped you off as luke laughed.

"absolutely not," quinn hit the back of jack's head as he entered the kitchen. "you don't get to flip y/n off. no one gets to do that, she's too young."

"i'm a legal adult," you rolled your eyes. "i can vote!"

"i'm on your side. why are you complaining?" quinn asked.

"oh, yeah."

"and jack, get your shorts," quinn reminded him. "we're leaving in ten minutes."

#naqia writes!#youngest!hughes au #jack hughes #quinn hughes #luke hughes #platonic!reader #platonic #platonic!hughes #hughes brothers

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lvis44 · 11 months

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Sweet Escape Pt. 6 // LH 44

Lewis Hamilton x Y/N

Warnings: Swearing, 18+ (mentions of sexual activities), Anxiety, Jealousy, Angst, Mentions of Alcohol, Regret, Emotional Turmoil, Not Edited

Word Count: 4.3k

Summary: Paradise is supposed to be fun and relaxing... a Sweet Escape, but when unspoken feelings and jealousy rise to the surface, everything can be turned upside down in the blink of an eye.

Note: I felt bad leaving you all in pain, not that this will be much better but hey, we're getting there! This part is a tad shorter but I felt that this whole thing should be stand alone. The next part will be the final part of the story, but don't worry there will be an epilogue. I'm glad you have all been enjoying so far and I greatly appreciate everyone's support!

I am not a professional writer and all of this is a work of fiction and is strictly for fun. Enjoy! xxx

Previous Sections: Prologue - Part One - Part Two - Part Three - Part Four - Part Five

It was nearing three in the morning when you heard your door open. The second you had arrived home you had grabbed your stuff out of Charlotte's room and moved back into your old one. You weren’t particularly in the mood to face anyone. You had spent the last few hours quietly sobbing into your knees, balled up on the bed like a child. You had seemingly run out of tears but the sorrow didn’t change. You hadn’t even heard everyone come home, somehow beating them even on foot, you assumed it was because they had to go find everyone else.

“What?” You snapped at whomever had entered your room, not even looking toward the door.

“Hey, I just wanted to make sure you were okay.” You heard Miles’ voice from the doorway, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Do I seem fucking okay?” You snapped again, your filter long gone.

He let out a sigh, closing the door behind him softly as he dared to make his way over to your bed, sitting down beside you gently.

“I’m sorry Y/N, it wasn’t fair to you to cause a scene like that.” He says softly, glancing over at you to see you staring into space, your attention fixated on the blank wall to the side of the room.

You scoff, not trying to be rude but unable to control anything that comes out of you, “Well at least one of you knows how to fucking apologize. I’m still mad at you though.”

You hear him sigh again, moving closer to you so he can place a hand on your back, rubbing softly. You don’t even have the energy to flinch away from him, just letting him rest his hand there and enjoying the slightest bit of comfort.

“I know you’re pissed at Lewis, you have every right to be. Don’t kill her but Charlotte kind of filled me in when we got home. He massively fucked up.” His hand continues it’s light circling pattern, “And truth be told so did I. I don’t know why but I constantly feel like I need to protect you and hearing that asshole call you anything other than perfect made me want to kill him, he’s honestly lucky Lewis had half a brain to pull me away from him. I know you can take care of yourself but I’m always gonna look out for you, no matter what. Hence the reason I tried to deck my best friend earlier tonight.”

“I’m sorry, you what?” You whip your head towards him, that last bit of information really catching your interest.

“Yeah, when Charlotte filled me in I was still livid with the whole situation from the bar and finding out what sparked it really pissed me off. It only felt right he get at least a swift kick to the groin. Not to disappoint you but Char stopped me. I’m shocked you didn’t hear us.” He almost sounds like he wants to laugh as he tells you, like he can’t believe the whole situation himself.

“He needs a kick to the groin, taking that thing out of commission for a little while might do everyone some good.” You joke dryly, making Miles laugh next to you.

“If you need me to do it, I’m more than willing.” He offers, only kind of a joke, you feel like if you genuinely asked him to do it, he would, given the circumstances.

“I hate that I can hate him and love him all at the same time. I don’t want to lose him, but this can’t carry on this way.” You confess to Miles.

“I know Charlotte already said this to the both of you, but you guys really need to fucking talk.” He tells you seriously, before adding, “And sober.”

“I know, I know.” You groan, “I’m sorry we’ve managed to fuck up so much of vacation.”

“It’s been much more him than you sweetheart, he brought every ounce of drama himself. I could tell something was up with you over the last few days but I couldn’t really figure out what. I’m sorry it’s him.” Miles brings you in for a side hug, his arm wrapping protectively around you.

“I’m just so fucking sick of it all. I’m so tired.” You tell him, leaning against his shoulder.

“I know, understandably so.” Miles lets out a sigh, holding you in silence for a few moments. “You get some sleep and I’ll check on you in the morning, okay?” He says as he presses a kiss to your temple.

All you do is nod, knowing he’s right.

“I know you’re not all good or anything, but I’m glad you're still here. I was worried you were gonna be at the airport by the time we got home, we freaked for a second when we saw your stuff wasn’t in Charlottes anymore.” He tells you quietly, still not having let you go.

“I just didn’t want to have to face anyone, figured moving back to my old room would be the easiest way.” You just about whisper, feeling your exhaustion catch up to you.

“Well, I’m sorry to have intruded, but I needed to check on you,” Miles says, kissing your forehead one more time before easing you back toward your pillows, “get some sleep hun.”

. . .

You had no idea what time it was when you finally woke up and you have no idea how long you’ve been laying in your bed staring at the ceiling. It has to have been a good hour at this point. You can hear people moving around somewhere in the house, the last thing you want to do is go and interact. You were embarrassed, angry, hurt, and so much more you couldn’t even wrap your head around. You’ve had enough. As you’ve been laying there, more than once you’ve contemplated if you could manage to pack your stuff and sneak out of the house, fly back home without another word. You knew you couldn't and more than likely someone would come track you down the second they knew you were gone, well normally they would. You don’t know what your friends know of the situation. How much did everyone else see, how much had they been told? You knew you should get up and eat something but you had no appetite, anxiety and dread having taken over your body. You lay there going through your thoughts for more than an hour. You want to sit down and talk with Lewis, you need to, but the anxiety of the possible outcome is paralyzing you. What if he confirms your fears, admits that all he’s ever been trying to do is get it your pants? What if now that you’ve shut him down he doesn’t see a reason to keep you around anymore? The rational part of your brain knows that you're overthinking, that your friendship with Lewis still stands on semi solid ground. Maybe there will be some change to how he is around you or how often he’s with you but at the base of it all your still close friends. Lewis knows things about you that your own family doesn’t, he’s been able to read you better than you can read yourself on more than a few occasions, all of that can’t go up in smoke this quickly. Can it?

There’s a soft knock on your door, making you groan. You don’t respond hoping they’ll go away. They don’t, only knocking again and gently pushing the door open. You roll your head to the side, seeing Miles peeking his head into your room, a comforting smile on his face. True to his word, here he was to check on you.

“Good morning,” He says softly, making his way into your room once he sees you’re awake, “I brought you something to eat, you need to get something in you.”

You give him a small smile as he places a tray of fruit and a large glass of ice water on the table next to your bed.

“Thanks.” You croak out, your voice hoarse from crying all night.

“Everybodies in their rooms for the most part if you need to venture out of hiding at any point.” He tells you, knowing you’ve been avoiding everyone, but one person in particular.

You just nod, taking a small sip of the cold water. It feels amazing on your burning throat, as if it’s your first drink of water after a month in the desert.

“What time is it?” You ask, trying to get some bearing on where you are in your life, even if it's just the time of day.

He glances down at the watch on his wrist, “Just before noon.”

It’s still earlier than you thought it was at this point and it fills you with a small sense of dread, there’s so much more of the day to go about trying to avoid everyone.

“You know no ones mad at you, right?” Miles makes sure you know that there’s no hostility facing you in the house.

You just shrug, unsure of how true that actually is and also not quite wanting to admit that it’s more so that you’re embarrassed to even see your friends. There’s another soft knock on the door and you're praying it’s Charlotte, the only other person you could bare being around right now. Much to your dismay, a very tired looking Lewis pokes his head around the door that Miles had left ajar. Your breath hitches, anxiety filling your body.

“Oh, shit, sorry, I’ll um-” Lewis stutters, not wanting to interrupt your chat with Miles.

“All good man, I was just gonna head out anyway.” Miles says, standing from where he had sat on your bed.

You know Miles can sense your anxiety but he gives you a look that says “just get it over with” and heads towards the door. Before he exits he turns back toward you and says “Holler for me if you need anything, alright?”

He whispers something to Lewis as he walks out and you can see a pained expression on Lewis’ face at whatever he said. Once he’s gone, Lewis stands awkwardly in the doorway, not quite being able to look at you as he plays with his hands down in front of him.

“You can come in.” You squeak, not actually fully wanting to say it but knowing it needs to be done.

He finally looks at you, putting his hand on the door as if to close it but you can see the question in his eyes. You nod, not wanting your whole conversation to be heard by everyone in the house. He very gently pushes the door closed, making his way further into your room. He looks around, evidently unsure of what to do with himself. He opts for perching on the edge of your dresser just across from where you sit on the bed, you’re facing each other and you can feel your stomach filling with butterflies, but not the good kind you usually get when you’re around him.

“I owe you an apology, well, multiple apologies.” He finally says, looking down at the ground, ashamed. His voice is hoarse as if he’s just woken up.

You don’t say anything, unsure of what you would even say.

“I’m sorry for the way that I’ve treated you. I’m sorry for not talking to you sooner. I’m sorry that my company embarrassed you in front of everyone. I’m sorry for my behavior last night, all of it. I’ve treated you in a way that if anyone else did the same to you, I would hate them.” He finally apologizes for the last few days, finally looking at you as he does so.

He looks exhausted, much older than usual with bags under his eyes and more scruff than you're used to him allowing.

“Thank you,” you whisper, “and I’m sorry I avoided talking to you too.”

He shakes his head, “It shouldn’t have been on you to fix, I’m the one that fucked up.”

You offer a small smile in his direction. All is not immediately forgiven and this conversation needs to continue, but hearing him acknowledge the reasons he needed to apologize in the first place does your heart some good at the very least.

“Why did you do it?” You ask quietly, your voice timid, not sure you truly want the answer.

He looks surprised by the question, also not quite sure how to respond. He lets out a sigh as he collects his thoughts.

“I know it doesn’t make it right,” He starts, pausing for a moment to make sure his words come across as clearly as possible, “but, it’s been on my mind for a long time. I’m well aware that I went about it all wrong, especially last night, I was incredibly out of line last night, but I’ve thought about it alot.” He cringes at his admission.

You furrow your brow, worried this is going exactly the direction you feared, hoping he will continue.

“I don’t mean for that to sound creepy, but I’ve been really attracted to you for quite a while. I should have made that clear in a much different way. I never want you to feel like I’m trying to take advantage of you in any way, it makes me sick to think that I have ever made you feel like that.” He says, a look of regret on his tired face.

“What I said last night was harsh, my drunk brain just felt like it was the best way to get my point across.” You admit to him.

“But it wasn’t really that harsh, despite it not being intentional, it’s kind of true. What I said on the other hand, that was harsh, I never should have called you a tease or said you indulged in it, it wasn’t fair.” His words are firm, for the first time he’s holding steady eye contact with you, demanding your attention so you feel the remorse in his words.

“I need to be honest, it really hurts that you’re able to treat me like all the other girls you fuck around with, I thought I was more important to you than them.” You quietly admit to him.

“Fuck, you are. So much more important to me.” He says, finally moving from where he’s been leaning on your dresser and cautiously making his way toward where you sit on your bed. He carefully sits next to you, leaving a good distance but making sure he’s near you.

“Then how can you be so okay with chatting up the bar tender, grinding on some random woman, and then still come over and try to fuck me, yet again. All because your ego couldn’t handle me dancing with someone else, when you were doing exactly the same.” You push, needing him to truly understand just how shitty his actions made you feel.

“You’re right, I was jealous. In my ideal world you would have been dancing with me all night, but I knew you wouldn’t have allowed that where we were in our relationship. And then you found that prick and the way you were with him, it just set something off in me. I wasn’t thinking. I know that sounds like a horrible excuse but there was part of me that was hoping I could make you just as jealous as I was, not that you would be when you’ve made it clear you’re not interested, and I should have respected that. Between the alcohol and my ego, I let myself treat you like shit and there’s no excuse for that, I would take it back in a heartbeat if I could.” His face is sincere, you can tell just how much he regrets last night but it doesn’t automatically let him off the hook. He continues “And as for the bartender, I wasn’t chatting her up, she’s an old friend. I’ve never slept with her and never will, she’s like family. I got distracted talking with her and by the time I found you again you had that Jason dude on your hip.”

You want to laugh, not only at him forgetting Jadens name, but also at him saying you’re not interested. He has every right to assume you’re not, you’ve done nothing but turn him down. You almost want to tell him just how wrong he is, how the only reason you said no is because you don’t want to lose him, but right now is not the time for that, you don’t want to open any windows and derail the conversation that so far is going shockingly well, even if it hurts.

“Is she the woman you went to after your fight with Talia?” You push him slightly, hoping to get more out of him while he’s being so honest with you.

His face screws up for a second, confused how you would know that. You see the questioning look on his face and rush to clarify, to confess.

“I know you lied to me that night, or at least I kind of hope you did. I overheard you and Charlotte talking the next morning, something about a woman named Marina.” You explain.

He lets out a deep sigh, “Yeah, I’m sorry I lied to you. I wasn’t particularly in the mood to explain the whole situation. But to answer your question, yes, that is the woman that I went and saw.” He doesn’t offer any further explanation, you want to push him but you allow him to leave it at that, at least for now.

You both sit in silence for a moment, trying to figure out where to go from here.

“Lewis,” You say quietly, getting his attention, “I don’t want to lose you.”

His face morphs into absolute sorrow and pain, for a moment you worry that he’s mourning your friendship, not knowing how to break the news to you.

“Y/N, you’ll never lose me. I would go crazy without you.” His voice is soft but sincere as he carefully scoots closer to you on the bed, testing the waters slightly. You let him get close enough that your knees are touching, his hand coming to rest over yours, squeezing tightly.

“How do you think I could ever let you go?” He asks with a deep frown.

“Because you seemed to be okay with ruining our friendship just to get me in your bed.” You accuse him, your voice wavering.

“Sweetheart, I was never trying to ruin our friendship, I-” He takes a long pause, gathering himself with a deep breath, “I don’t know how to explain it exactly, but truth be told, me trying to get you into bed was never just me trying to sleep with you. It’s been a long time since I felt for someone how I feel for you and I’m not good at making that clear. I don’t even truly understand everything that I feel for you but, I know it’s a whole lot more and a whole lot different than how I feel about all of my other friends. I guess somewhere in my head I felt like I could get that across physically, that maybe it would make everything make sense once I had you. I know it sounds ridiculous but I don’t know how to do this.”

His confession both shocks and confuses you, your mind flitting back to the night he disappeared after his fight with Talia. That night he had told you that he had feelings for her, now he was trying to convince you of his feelings for you.

“What about Talia?” You ask, voice still unsure.

“What about Talia?” He throws back at you, confused as to why she matters right now.

“The night that we talked, after your fight, you told me you were worried that you had messed everything up with someone that you cared about or liked a lot, I don’t remember exactly what you said but…” You trail off, a slow moment of realization coming over you.

He chuckles softly, shaking his head as he looks down at the ground before returning his eyes to yours, “Y/N, I was talking about you. In no universe was I ever even considering Talia.” His words confirm what you’ve just realized and you want to slap yourself, you feel like an idiot.

“I- oh my god.” You breathe out, shutting your eyes. His eye contact suddenly feeling like too much.

You stand from the bed, disconnecting your hand from his. He stays seated, looking up at you as you begin to pace, letting you process what he’s said.

“How long?” You ask suddenly, stopping and looking at him.

“In all honesty, I don’t really know. I only really realized it sometime last year. I was thinking it would go away, that it was just some silly crush, but it just kept getting worse.” He explains, shrugging his shoulders as if it’s totally normal.

“So all the time that you were sleeping with all these other women and still flirting with me was, what?” You feel yourself getting agitated, not quite sure how to feel about his actions.

“I kind of figured that if I kept sleeping around that I would be satisfied and I wouldn’t feel the same way, but I couldn't help but keep flirting with you, it’s just naturally how I am with you, it feels right.” Once again he shrugs as if it’s no big deal.

“Do you not want to feel this way about me?” You ask quietly, a slight sting of rejection settling over you.

“No, no, that’s not it at all.” He rushes out, standing to approach you, carefully he puts his hands on your arms, making you look at him, “It’s not at all that I don’t want to feel this way about you, I’m glad I do to be completely honest. It’s just that I’ve been single for a very long time and I truly do not want to fuck this up, I’m scared that I’m going to and I’m going to lose you. It felt like everything would be so much easier if I could just keep being your friend and keep you in my life. But that didn’t happen, I still managed to fuck it up.”

You can feel tears forming in your eyes, he notices them too, a look of regret on his face.

“So what do you want?” You ask him, needing more clarity.

“All in all, I want you, I want to do this with you and god I want to not fuck it up. I want you to be mine, all mine, all in.” He says confidently, much more sure of himself than you feel.

You stare at him as the tears start to roll down your cheeks, your emotions are at an all time high. Part of you is filled with pure ecstasy, the man that you have crushed on for years is standing here in front of you confessing his feelings, asking you to be his. The other part of you is filled with absolute fear, the thought of trying and failing with him, losing one of the most amazing men you have ever met, your best friend. You know that a life with Lewis could either end in the most beautiful love you have ever experienced or the worst, most gut wrenching heartache known to man.

“Can I hug you? You look like you could use it.” His voice is soft, his heart aching as he watches you cry.

All you can do is nod as you let yourself fall into his hard chest. He holds you against him tightly, rubbing soft circles on your back as he once again lets you cry into his chest. You’ve done this too many times in the last twenty four hours. He stays silent, just letting you work through your emotions. When you finally calm down you pull your head from his chest but he keeps you tight against him, one of his hands coming up to wipe some remaining tears from your cheek. You revel in the feeling of his touch, how comforting a simple action can be. As you stare into his eyes you can see how much emotion and affection is hidden behind them. A soft, sad smile across his lips.

“What’s going through that beautiful mind?” He asks, his voice just above a whisper.

“I don’t know.” You tell him honestly.

He just nods, understanding how overwhelmed you must be.

“I need time, I need to think.” You say, averting your eyes from his, knowing you’ll say yes if you look into them for a moment too long.

“Take all the time you need, I’ll always be right here if you decide you’ll have me.” He says softly, pressing a kiss to the top of your head as he gives you another proper hug.

He finally steps away from you, leaving you feeling displaced in your own room, before he turns to leave he grabs your hand, squeezing it tightly, “And Y/N, no matter what you decide, you will never lose me. I will always be right here.” With that he leaves the room, leaving you behind with a whirlwind of thoughts.

As much as every part of you wants to believe him in saying he’ll never leave you, you can’t help but wonder if it’s fully true. If you try this and all of it comes crashing down, you can’t imagine being able to be around him.

Is the possibility of loving and being loved by the most incredible human being worth the possibility of losing him entirely?

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welcome back to the latest edition of biweekly fic recs! as always, mind the tags, if you can't leave a nice comment don't leave one at all, and happy reading!

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There's No Problem That San Diego Can't Solve by @historicallysam

Alex doesn’t even bother knocking; he simply twists the knob on the door and shoves it open. His eyes narrow as the door bangs against the wall and he sees Henry on the phone. Maybe (definitely) it’s rude but his blood is fucking boiling so he doesn’t really care.

All the Ocean was Sleeping by @sparklepocalypse

The worst part about being a siren in the modern era, Henry ponders as yet another ship flies past his cove at a speed that he knows will disturb the anemone gardens below, is the yacht bros. Between the sound of their vessels’ motors and the dissonant noise the humans call music, Henry’s singing has no chance of attracting anyone’s attention.

cause you're a classic, and i'm reckless by @firenati0n

“I've, actually, uh. I've never done this before.” At this, Henry stops short, takes a second as his gaze moves up and to the left, trying to recall something. “I've seen your films. You most certainly have done intimate scenes.” Alex clears his throat. He hopes his nerves aren't completely obvious, the slight waver in his voice about to give him away. “Yeah, well. Never with a man, so. Not at this scale, anyway.” “Would it help to, er, practice?" Henry winces a little as he says it, which does not inspire confidence. But Alex is shocked nonetheless. What the fuck?

Over Land and Sea by SatinBirds

Alex and Henry come from very different worlds, and still, they manage to find each other.

Clean Slate by smc_27

“Henry.” Pez comes over, puts both hands on Henry’s cheeks and looks him dead in the eye. “You are not a sad man who’s gotten dumped. You’re in the prime of your life, and I quite desperately need you to act like it.” “The prime of my life,” Henry scoffs, more incredulous than questioning. “I’ve just gotten out of a 15 year relationship, endured a divorce, am suffering an almost impressive case of writer’s block, and your hands are like bloody icicles.” Pez grins, doesn’t take his hands away. “Explain to me how this is my prime. Please.” Pez tilts his head, and sounds entirely serious when he says, “Literally anything can happen from here.”

in bloom by stutteringpeach

Yoo, can u hook me up with some flowers?? It's the busiest day of the year for florists. Alex texts Henry with a last minute request.

here is a map (with your name for a capital) by @alasse9

That day at the Rio de Janeiro Olympics, Alex comes across the very same Prince Henry who just dismissed him having a panic attack in a bathroom. The choice Alex makes then has ripple effects neither of them could have ever expected. What's the story like, when they actually are friends all along? “So, you’re going back to England tonight, and you’ll spend the next three days pretending you two are the closest and best of friends until we can put this mess behind us.” And there are reasons he hasn’t told anybody this, good reasons, even though he’s sure June and Nora saw through him ages ago. Faced with his mom’s disappointment, though, and with the realization that the entire world apparently thinks he hates Henry and would willingly shove him into a fucking cake, he can’t stay quiet. “But we are friends,” he says, vehement and serious. “We have been for years. He’s—he’s probably my best friend, actually, along with Nora.”

thoughts of you consume by yrsonpurpose

Henry sees Alex appear on the red carpet in a blue suit that screams sex on legs and is ready to throw away all attempts at concealing their secret relationship in the name of dropping to his knees at the first available opportunity.

eyes on me by matherine

Alex’s hips buck back against Henry’s mouth the moment his tongue does more than tease, and Henry squeezes his hip in gentle consternation. But before he can say anything, Alex is already rambling. “Sorry, I’m — I’m sorry, I know you said not to move, and I’m trying, I — I’m trying to be good, I promise,” he blurts, voice shaking ever so slightly from something that certainly doesn’t sound like pleasure, resolutely refusing to turn his head so that he can meet Henry’s gaze from where he’s positioned behind him. Henry’s heart aches. “Alex — love, it’s alright. Where’s your mind?” Or: Sometimes, Alex needs a distraction. Something to take the edge off, to scrub away at the stress of the day. Some days, it works better than others.

the evolution of intimacy by Poutini

There’s no spontaneity anymore. One might think this boring. That the novelty had worn off. The spark snuffed. Absolutely not

Want Me by OrchidScript

Henry had always been weak for a nice smile, but his was impossible to ignore. Blame it on summer heat and a fresh flush in his cheeks. Blame it on sunset painting the outdoor bar sweltering, romantic colors. Blame it on two healthy glasses of albariño thrumming in his bloodstream, or the good music floating on the air. Henry could blame it on anything liked if he thought long and hard about it, but that didn’t change much at the end. The core remained the same: he had been gone from the jump. -- Henry and Alex hook up on a vacation in Spain. Henry falls a bit deeper.

fill my lungs with sweetness by @priincebutt

Henry George Edward James Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor wakes up at 3 AM on his birthday to an empty bed. What could Alex possibly be getting up to at 3 AM the night before his birthday? The possibilities are endless.

got myself in quite a tangle by coffeecatsme

"It seems I've gotten myself in quite a tangle." "Tangle?" Henry's voice is hoarse, eyes darkened as they travel over Alex's body. They stop at his crotch, and Alex can see it even under the dim lights—Henry's growing hard too, a visible bulge pushing at his sweatpants. Alex's cock gives a desperate twitch. "Y'know, I was trying to put them around the tree," he starts, gesturing at the plain tree at the corner. It's clear he didn't even attempt to touch it. "And somehow I've managed to completely trap myself. Can't even move my hands." Henry makes a desperate noise at the back of his throat as his eyes snap up to Alex's face. Alex flashes him a suggestive grin, teeth biting down on his lip. "Seems I'm completely at your mercy."

The Forces of Chance and Coincidences by @stellarm

Bad weather leads to a late flight that leads to no one being where they wanted to be, but maybe everyone was where they needed to be.

I've never felt safer (than when I'm with you) by viciouslyqueer

Alex takes the bag and opens it slowly, careful not to rip it, and gasps quietly as he sees what’s inside. “H, you didn’t…” Strong arms wrap around his waist from behind, Henry’s chest warm against his back. “Do you like it?” Henry asks in a whisper, resting his chin on Alex’s shoulder. Alex doesn’t know what to say. Gingerly, like he might ruin it with even the smallest touch, he takes out the silky fabric and holds it up in front of them. It’s a gorgeous dress, fancy too, in a deep red color with thin straps and an open back. It’s long, almost touching the floor even as Alex holds it up and has a slit on the left side that would probably end a little above Alex’s knee.

An Amateur's Guide to Professional Gift-Giving by anincompletelist

Alex, a former-law-student-taking-some-time-off turned professional part-time gift giver, is tasked with finding a gift for the most high profile client he's ever worked with, both in and out of the world of law. It turns out finding the perfect gift for the Prince of Wales might be easier than he'd anticipated.

Love At First Bark by everwitch

“I still don’t know your name, do I?” Henry watches Alex where he’s crouched down in front of David and gently scratching David below his chin. David absolutely loves Alex. Henry can relate. “It’s David,” Henry supplies. “Cool,” Alex says. “And what’s the dog’s name?” Henry blinks at him. “... David?” “What?” Alex exclaims. He looks from David to Henry and then back at David again. “Wow, okay, that is a choice.” Henry wants to sink through the earth and never come back up again.

don't let me get drunk again by headabovethewater

Alex had never wanted to cancel plans as much as he had while watching Henry pull a pair of light wash, tight jeans over his stockinged legs and bare ass. Christ, he’s getting hard thinking about it now.

The Beginner's Guide to Floristry by clottedcreamfudge

As if there's anything romantic about it; as if it's not the most humiliating death Alex can imagine. This is why he doesn't do relationships. This is why he never will. The risk, as far as he fucking sees it, is too great. -- Hanahaki Disease is a fictional disease where the victim of unrequited or one-sided love begins to vomit or cough up the petals and flowers of a flowering plant growing in their lungs, which will eventually grow large enough to render breathing impossible.

Everything you take, you make it better. So go on, take forever by @hgejfmw-hgejhsf

It's 2024, and nobody knows they're engaged. But they will, just as soon as Alex can decide what to wear to his birthday dinner. Henry has an idea and a special gift to match.

false pretenses by rizcriz

Henry spins around, glaring at Alex. “For christs sake,” He hisses, holding a hand out between them. “Can we just not? I do not have the capacity to pretend to hate you today.” Alex splutters as Henry turns on his heel and starts to walk away. He stares after him helplessly. “Pretend?” After a beat, he starts to follow after him, “What the fuck do you mean pretend?” Three years of breathing down each others necks, fighting every time they come in contact with each other. And if Henry is saying every single thing on his end has been pretend, Alex Claremont-Diaz is going to have a fucking breakdown. Because he has been harboring this stupid fucking crush and burying it beneath false antagonism, meeting Henry where he’s at, for three years, and if Henry is implying that they’re both faking it— -- or, Alex learns better.

turn the desert to glass (you would be the one) by @taste-thewaste

Henry and Alex's domestic bliss has lead to some changes in Henry's body. Henry doesn't really mind being a little chubby, but he wonders if Alex does. Alex, it turns out, does not. Not one bit. He does not mind one bit, and he is more than eager to prove it.

coming on fast like good dreams do by cricketnationrise

When Henry recovers from his unexpected factory reset, he still can’t really breathe properly and somehow Alex is still standing in front of him with a hopeful and excited expression on his face. “Run that by me again?” he asks faintly. “I need your help.” “Right…” “I need you to edge me. Like a lot,” Alex says with a shrug. Nope, it’s not any clearer a second time around.

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aromanticbuck · 7 days

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Tommy was nowhere to be found when Buck was in the gym though. That was 100% about Eddie. As was the Christopher thing because he didn't want to be replaced in Eddie and Christophers lives by anyone, for any length of time. The only time I really felt him trying to get Tommy's attention was their first scene together. But that was purposeful by the writers. They wanted to have it both ways and needed Buck to want both of their attention but have no idea why.

I've sat here for almost a full day wondering how to respond to this, and honestly, I very nearly deleted it without responding because... I barely go here. I just shifted over to 911 as my main fandom. I was a One Chicago blog a little over a week ago and yeah, one well timed rewatch might put me back on that train.

I just came over here because I watched the show, enjoyed it, and wanted to have fun with other fans. My posts are my opinion and my observations, and are obviously not meant to speak for all of canon or even any faction of the fandom besides myself (and maybe Kit, but our opinions vary sometimes too, and we live together). I just pointed out what I noticed, and the trends that I picked up on, and how I thought they were intending to establish Buck wanting Tommy's attention - which, in my opinion, they did really well.

So, I'm just gonna put a screenshot of the post this is referring to right here:

Here's the thing. If you watch every single episode of the show looking for Buddie moments whenever Buck or Eddie is on screen (and I saw a lot of that after last night's episode to the point that I'm getting exhausted and annoyed), then that's all you're going to see, even if that's not what they're trying to show us.

It's been especially bad since 7x04 and the BuckTommy kiss. Everyone is looking at his canon queerness through a Buddie lens and ignoring everything else around it. They're making his coming out to Maddie about Buddie, and they're making his attraction to Tommy about Buddie, they're making episodes we haven't even seen about Buddie.

In reality, none of that is about Buddie or confirming future Buddie or anything of the sort. He and Maddie mentioned Eddie in that scene because the conversation started when he said he felt like he was lying to Eddie and he didn't like it. Yes, Eddie and Tommy are similar, and I understand joking about Buck having A Type, but that doesn't make his attraction to Tommy any less genuine. And we don't know anything about 7x06 yet, but everyone is talking about Buddie getting drunk and sleeping together, or Tommy seeing them interact - as he's already seen because the three of them have had scenes together and he's canonically spent time with Chris - and immediately stepping back from the relationship because there might be something there.

Buck is going to his sister's wedding with Tommy. Buck told Maddie and Eddie about Tommy. Buck wants to dance at the wedding with Tommy. He wants to try for something with Tommy. Eddie encouraged him to go call Tommy and work things out. Buck is going to be out to everyone at the Madney wedding because he wants to be there with Tommy as his date.

I don't know. It's just frustrating to see this really good queer relationship tossed to the side because it's not the Popular Ship. Just because you don't ship it or you aren't looking at it directly, it doesn't mean it's not still there.

#answered #anon #anonymouse #alex says things #evan buckley #eddie diaz #buddie #tommy kinard #kinkley #bucktommy #911 #911 spoilers #maddie buckley #buckley fam #I still want buddie endgame #but i forgot how exhausting big ship fandoms can be

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yourfavpasifikacreator · 3 months

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✨~{Starstruck}~✨

Clarisse la rue x edaughter of nyx!fem!reader

⚠️ warning ⚠️: fluff it doesn't make sense tbh short ig

Summary: the reader gets claimed by nyx.

Author note: guys I was trying to re-up the last one I finished but it didn't work so just read this one sorry it's so short

You were completely out of it today everything was just too loud you couldn't find peace every time today was capture the flag and you were tripped by the blue team a you fell straight backwards on your back but luckily clarisse helped you up you smiled at the thought of her you couldn't think of anyone as perfect and brave as her she's a brave a strong fighter in fighting a her beautiful curly hair a her smile you think you'd faint just thinking of her to be honest you can't get her out of your head gosh you thought but then after capture the flag some random bully jokingly pushed you over and laughed walking away a you decided you had enough of people being a bitch towards you the bully that tripped you over you used a cup of a pour it all on his head with your powers passed on from your mother to you a you got up a pushed him over a whispered to him "you know what the stars told me about your sad pathetic life? They told me your gonna die soon" he looked embarrassed what pathetic loser you thought to yourself but little did you know clarisse was watching you but then everyone stared at you in silence but they weren't looking at you they were looking up you kinda felt overwhelmed you looked up clarisse looked up shocked nyx she was one of primordial goddess Zeus was afraid of you ran away from everyone because you felt anxiety under all the pressure of eyes on you and you ran away into the forest.

A few hours later you heard someone try to touch your shoulder and you quickly grabbed them and put both of their hands together behind their back you were shocked by your fast reflexes but you were even more shocked to see clarisse? What was she doing in the forest you asked yourself "quick reflexes night princess." she said to you "yeah, so what are you doing here clarisse?, you must be here to pick on me or something, just go away.." you said in an upsetting tone clarisse sighed "look, princess I'm not here to tease or bully you I just came to you know?.. check in on you it seemed like rough subject you know?.." you stared at her smiling at how cute she sounded "mmm, yeah but I have a better idea do you have time tonight?.." she seemed like she was thinking "yeah I do actually-" you smiled that was enough to cheer you up to be honest "meet me here under this tree tonight okay?." You smiled walking away.

You went under the tree and put a mat under for you two and you sat there stargazing feeling the moonlight hit your soft silk skin and then you heard some running once again it was clarisse she sat next to you smiling "sorry, I'm late princess-" she said "don't worry, about it" you said looking at her she was so pretty her hair in twist it was so beautiful and her smiling the moonlight hit her face in such a beautiful way "hey, y/n so I have something I need to get this off my chest.." you looked at curious a concerned "what happened?, are you okay?.." clarisse said smiling awkwardly "I really like you y/n." You sat there in silence before saying "I actually like you too, clarisse" .

I was inspired some writers but I don't know their user.

#clarisse la rue x reader #clarisse la rue #clarisse la rue x fem!reader #clarisse x reader

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Hajime Shino 4☆ Feature Scout 2

Title: President Grass and Pizza

Writer: Suika

Season: Summer

NOTE: I EXPLICITLY PROHIBIT USAGE OF ANY PART OF MY TRANSLATIONS ON ANYTHING THAT RELATES TO AI.

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Rinne: (Hehe, today’s my lucky day!)

(Who knew I'd bag a big win in the slot machines today! Ain't that enough to make up for my losses this month?)

(I thought that of course I'd come home and celebrate, but I pro'lly got carried away and bought too many ingredients.)

(Well, not that I need to worry about leftovers when Niki's right there.)

(I gotta get back quick and let Niki—… Hm? That guy over there is…)

Hajime Shino-kun from Ra*bits, ain't it?

Hajime: Amagi-senpai? Hello~

Rinne: He~ya. Thrillin' to know that you remember this li'l ol' me's name.

So, what're ya hidin’ in the grass for? Up to somethin’ sneaky?

Are you buryin’ treasure or somethin'? Ya look like a little puppy digging like that~

Hajime: Oh, no. I just came to pick these up.

Rinne: Huh. Your bag has…some leaves and grass?

Hajime: That's right! I got quite a lot of them ♪

Rinne: Pickin' up wild grass, huh… Why?

Hajime: ? I'm going to eat them, of course?

Rinne: ………Ah, I got it. I can see what you're up to now.

That's for a TV show, isn't it? You should've told me earlier~

Hajime: Oh, this isn't for TV though? It's just that I got a craving for it since it's been a while since I ate these so I went here and got some.

Rinne: ………………

(From what I remember, aren't Ra*bits supposed to be a popular unit?)

(Well, not as much as UNDEAD or Akatsuki from the same agency but… each member seems to be goin’ strong in their own way, right?)

(So to see him here picking up grass like this… Never thought they're in deep shit that they can't even properly keep their stomachs full.)

'S that so? But ain't Seisoukan fully stocked with food? There's also lots of snacks in the ES break room, yeah?

If you're havin' trouble finding something to eat, ain't those better places to search in?

If anyone sees their precious idol foraging for grass in a place like this, that's not really a good look with the public, y'know?

Hajime: Trouble finding something to eat…?

Ah, no! You've got it wrong! I'm not gathering grass like this because I'm having trouble with money!

When I got on the phone with my family, we happened to talk about how we used to eat grass a lot when I was younger.

And then I just suddenly craved that nostalgic taste so I came here to pick these up. I normally eat properly, so please don't worry that much about it~

Rinne: Oh, so that's it? You made me uncharacteristically nervous for a sec there.

Hajime: I'm sorry for making you worry.

Rinne: Nah, don't mind it. My fault for jumpin' to conclusions so fast.

In fact, those grass growin' out there are delicious too. I also used to forage for them back when I was a li'l boy so I get ya, Hajime-kun.

I even used to go to the mountains to pick up some edible wild plants.

Thanks to that, I got some basic stuff down when it comes to edible grass. This one and this one can be eaten. This one's not. This one's edible too, but it's not really good.

Hajime: Wow! You didn't miss any! You're really knowledgeable about them!

Rinne: Hehe, told ya right? This ol' me won't ever lie ♪

This one's tasty if you blanch it a little. And this one's something that only Niki could munch on.

Hajime: Huh?! Shiina-senpai can eat this? I had an upset stomach when I ate this one by mistake.

Rinne: Yeah, same here. After eating it, I felt like dyin' the next day—couldn't move at all. But that guy's all fine and dandy.

Maybe it's got somethin' that only his stomach can digest. He's the one who cooked it, after all.

Hajime: Shiina-senpai is really good with cooking, isn't he? ♪

Rinne: Yeah. That guy's real good with his hands when it comes to food. Everything he makes is delicious. When I get home, I'll have him cook for me; that's why I got a lot of stuff here with me.

Hajime: Oh, that's indeed a lot. Let's see… Cheese, ketchup… There's also salami and basil… Are you planning to make pizza?

Rinne: Spot on ♪ Niki's pizza's always bangin', y'know? I end up eating too much if I don't watch it.

Hajime: Fufu, that's wonderful! Are you celebrating something today?

Rinne: Celebrating? No, not really…

Hajime: Huh? Is it okay to eat pizza on a normal day?

Back in my home, I was taught that pizza is a treat that you only eat on special occasions.

Rinne: Oh, is it now?

My bad, my bad. You're right, Hajime-kun. Of course, today is a special day~

And it's somethin' so important that we can't ever, ever forget about! None other than President Pizza's birthday!

Hajime: President Pizza's birthday?! I never knew about the existence of someone that great!

Rinne: You don't know him, Hajime-kun?! Man, that's really, really bad.

Hajime: W-What's wrong with it…?

Rinne: When it's President Pizza's birthday, everyone's gotta feast on some pizza.

If you only knew about it today, then I guess Hajime-kun never got to eat anything these past years, huh…

If that's the case, then it ain't good if you don't eat all those years' lost servings of pizza…

Hajime: All those years' lost servings of pizza… Are you saying that I should eat 17 years' worth of them?!

Rinne: Ah, then what I have here won't be enough. I gotta get back and grab some more ingredients, huh…

Hajime: I can't possibly eat that much!

Can't you do something to help me?! If I eat that much pizza, I'll end up hating it!

Rinne: Pfft… Ha…

Kyahahaha! Your reaction's takin' me out, Hajime-kun!

Hajime: This isn't a laughing matter! Uuu~ what am I supposed to do now?

Rinne: Don't ya worry your pretty li'l head. I was just messin' with you. That's a lie.

Hajime: A lie..? From which point was it a lie?

Rinne: Everything startin' from President Pizza's birthday.

Hajime: So, uhm… I don't have to stuff myself full of pizza until my stomach explodes?

Rinne: Yup. President Pizza doesn't exist.

Hajime: T-Thank god…

Rinne: I didn't expect you'd just take all of that without even questioning me.

You gotta put it in your head to suspect people a little more from now on, 'kay? Shino "Majime"-kun~ ♪ [1]

Hajime: Geez, you're so mean to deceive me like that, Amagi-senpai! You really scared me back there!

Rinne: Come on, sorry for bein' like that~

Oh, got it. As an apology for messin' with ya, lemme treat you to some pizza.

Hajime: …Are you sure you're not lying this time?

Rinne: Kyahahaha! Talk about a fast learner! Ya immediately got on your toes and suspected me! You take things so seriously. You really are Majime-kun, huh?

Hajime: M-My name is "Hajime"!

Rinne: Yessir~ Come on, let's bounce back home and have a feast! ♪

And while we're at it, let's use those grass you picked and make some wild grass pizza!

Hajime: W-Wah, please don't just drag me around, Amagi-senpai!

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Translation: Sophie

Proofreading: Ara

NOTES:

[1] “Majime” / まじめ = lit. means as a person who’s earnestly sincere and honest, and therefore takes things seriously at its face value. It’s a syllable off Hajime’s name, which makes it funnier given how Rinne has a penchant for giving silly nicknames to people he encounters.

Also can I just point out how Hiiro, who’s actually Hajime’s classmate and therefore theoretically closer to him, calls him “Shino-kun” (last name) while Rinne calls him “Hajime-kun” (first name) right off the bat. I just think his shamelessness is hilarious LOL

#enstars #ensemble stars #enstars tl #enstars translation #hajime shino #rinne amagi #feature scout

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Words Swirl On The page

Media The Artful Dodger

Character Jack Dawkins

Couple Jack X Reader

Rating Sweet AF

Requested: Hi! First off I love your writing you're so talented!!!! I was wondering if you could do a Jack Dawkins x reader where the reader's mom makes them go see Dawkins because she isn't good at reading(but it's like dyslexia like what Jack has) and the reader tries to explain that she can read she just has dyslexia. Jack doesn't know what it is and the reader explains that she heard about it somewhere. I know that's not realistic towards the time period but I think it would be cute to see them bond over it. You don't have to write it if you don't want to. Have a lovely day!

Writers Notes: Fun fact! Yeah bet you guys didn't know you were gonna learn something today! Dyslexia or 'word blindness' as it was referred to earlier on was actually coined in 1887 but having been researching them estimated as early as 1877 so yeah now you have a useless fact.

I sat and kicked my feet a little in my anxious boredom in the hospital room, my mother paced around like a madwoman, I wanted to roll my eyes at her but I knew she was just trying to help. The door opened and a man stepped in he ran a stained hand through his blonde hair moved it over to the side, a well-stained once-white shirt with billowy sleeves, and a textured blue waistcoat slightly too big for him, and a pair of dusty brown trousers.

"Good Morning, Miss?" He greeted,

"Miss Y/l/n," I answered,

"Lovely, now what brings you to see me today?" He asked leant his elbow on the table,

"It's her eyes, doctor!" My mother panicked,

and I let out a sigh,

"Her eyes?"

"her eyes! Her eyes doctor! I fear she may be losing her vision!"

"I am not losing my vision mother." I sighed,

"Alright, what makes you suspicious of her losing her vision?"

"She can barely read for a girl her age!"

"Mother." I snapped,

"Alright, alright, if you could go and wait in the entryway I'll send Miss Y/l/n along when she's done." He told her clearly as annoyed with her yelling as I was,

She nodded and happily left, she closed the door and her footsteps led away,

He sighed and ran his hand through his hair again, "she always that loud?"

"Yes," I nodded,

"Christ I'm surprised you're not bloody deaf." he chuckled which made me giggle too, "I take it you think she's mad?"

"I think she's overreacting."

"Mothers so often do," he said, "But how is your sight really?"

"It's fine, I see you just fine, I see the room just fine."

"Fingers?" He asked putting three fingers up near my face,

"Three." I rolled my eyes,

"Alright, alright just checking." he laughed, before he stepped away leaning on the door and putting two fingers up "Now?"

"Two." I rolled my eyes again, "I have trouble reading I'm not going blind." I told him with a slight attitude which he picked up on because his next test was to hold up one finger of course his middle,

"Now?"

"Doctor!" I protested,

"Sorry sorry" he laughed, "Well your vision seems fine"

"I know,"

"You need to anyone else about this?"

"The pharmacist in the town before we moved here looked me over."

"Ohh did he now," he glared as he came back over organizing some tools, "Bloody crackpots the lot of them."

"They say the same of doctors,"

"Oh I bet they do." he glared, "You know you need a building and a year of training to be a pharmacist? A year. I've been doing this for ten years and I'm still learning new surgeries and new procedures."

"That does seem ridiculous but he gave me these," I said as I pulled out my glasses from my pocket,

"May I?"

"Sure." I shrug as I hand them over,

He took them giving them an investigate with his young between his teeth, "You don't wear them?"

"I don't see the point,"

"They help?"

"No."

"I see, not stall doesn't make reading any easier at all?"

"No. if anything worse because they keep falling off my face."

"Yeah eyeglasses aren't the most comfortable." he chuckled, "Ahh well no wonder they don't help they are barely even anything I wouldn't even class these a strength one you may as well just be looking through plain old window glass." He said, "And there is a huge scratch in the left lens."

"Yeah, I threw them across my room,"

"Fair enough," He chuckled, "Well If I were you I wouldn't even bother with them either." He said, "If anything they are probably making you more strained and stressed." he said finishing looking them over, I opened my hand to take them back but his response was to snap them in his hand,

"Doctor!"

"useless rubbish." he said as he threw them away, "but I'll check over just to be sure," he said as he came close and checked my eyes with some magnifiers and such doing the dance I was so used to, look left, look right, up, down, how many fingers, how many lights, so on and so forth. The only thing of note about it was of course now... strangely intimate such an exam is given the doctor had to stand with one of his feet planted between my legs at points his face inches from my own his breath across my skin, and I admit it made me a little squirmy in my seat given... he was rather an attractive man. "Doctor Dawkins by the way, I never said."

"Ohh of course, pleasure doctor." I nodded,

"Hummm... interesting," He said, "I can't see anything wrong with your eyes no damage, no cloudiness or anything, and your sight seems perfectly fine. You may have a very mild astigmatism but it wouldn't be causing you any problems with reading or sight if that's even what I'm seeing."

"Astigmatism?"

"It's a fairly new thing, a cornea that's stretched into an irregular shape. Instead of being shaped round, the corneas of people with astigmatism are often oblong. But I mean... if that even is what I am seeing here and I'm not confident it's so minute that it wouldn't be giving you any issues." he said before he grabbed a book and handed it to me on a page, "read the words for me I'll watch your eyes,"

I nodded and looked at the page but immediately the cream paper and black ink began to fuzz and blur together, the words and letters seemed to dance and change the spacing of the letters going from close to miles within an instant, as it all read like...

'E v ery thin g ha s it swon ders, ev en d arkne sand sile nceand I l ear n, what tev erstate I ma y b ein, the reinto b e c ont ent.'

"Interesting, it's not your eyes that much is clear," He said, "But still you're struggling to read?"

"Yes," I nodded,

"Can you describe what's making it difficult?"

"It's like... the words are dancing."

"Dancing?"

"Like they won't stay still, everything moves and changes, and the spacing changes I feel like I'm trying to read letters on a bunch of bustling sheep."

"... The words swirl on the page?"

"Yes!"

"Really?!"

"Yes, exactly how did you know?"

"I- I get that too."

"You do?"

"yeah, I uhhh I've never met anyone else who does," He blushed a little, he sat down beside me and we looked a the book together, "to you are the words moving around?"

"no so many whole words more just letters,"

"Yeah! like you try and read the word there."

"Ev-Everyt- everything." I nodded, "But the E starts off here and then goes off down the page and then the V seems to want to go over there, and then the ery seems to be too squished that you can barely see the R the T seems to want to turn upside down, the H is dancing around like a damn child and then I completely disappears-" I explained and he took my hand which made me turn my face to his dropping the book,

"I- I see it like that too."

"You do?"

"I do. I... I don't know what it's called or why it happens but I see if like that too."

"I- I thought I was going crazy."

"So did I!" He gleamed, "I... I've never met anyone like me before."

"Neither have I."

"I promise you, it's not you. It's not your eyes, it's not that you can't read or can't understand it just, whatever is makes it hard for people like us," he explained, "I. I never thought I'd find anyone who saw things the way I do."

"me either, but... I have heard what this could be,"

"Oh?"

"I have been reading... slowly." I said and he chuckled, "About a man in Germany an academic and a surgeon specializing in the eyes, he has been researching and experimenting into what he refers to as word blindness."

"Word Blindness?"

"That's what he calls it, word blindness or Dyslexia when the reading is impaired but no other sight or mental issues," I explained,

"Dyslexia, well I will certainly have to read up about it, slowly." He chuckled, making me giggle too, "Sorry I just... I never thought I'd find anyone like me."

"me either," I smiled squeezing his hand,

"Would- would it be imposing if I asked to see you again?"

"To see me again doctor? proffesioanly or?"

"Not professionally."

"I would like that," I nodded, "we could go for a walk by the water something that doesn't involve any reading."

"I'd like that," he chuckled, "It uhh Jack, Jack Dawkins,"

"Y/n Y/l/n," I smiled,

"I am delighted to have met you," he smiled as he kissed my hand,

"I am too,"

#tbs #thomasbrodiesangster #tbs imagine #tbs imagines #tbs smut #thomas sangster imagine #thomas brodie sangster #thomas sangster #thomas brodie sangster imagine #thomas brodie sangster smut #jackdawkins #jack dawkins #jack #jackdawkinsartfuldodger #the artful dodger #thearttfuldodger #theartfuldogger

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