#idk maybe this is just nonsense i could just be looking too deep into things

[ellecdc]

Hiii :) I saw your requests tips and saw that you didn't write for dub/non con and I don't know if this count as one so just feel free to not respond!

So reader is in a relationship with the Marauders and is starting to randomly think about a past SA and realise this was SA only now bc her brain has been blocking the memory and information. She tells the boys (and maybe Barty idk) about it after sometime of overthinking it and self blaming so it's just like super fluff at the end <3

(it's my personal experience but if you don't feel comfortable writing about it just feel free to ignore it :). Sorry for the bad orthograph english isn't my first language 🫶🏻)

first of all - your English is fucking fantastic (and you know more words than I do - I had to look up what an orthograph was) secondly, I turned this into more of a conversation between reader and her ship. and for plot purposes this became poly!wolfstar - hope that's okay!

poly!wolfstar x fem!reader who opens up about past SA

CW: discusses themes of sexual consent, inebriation, and SA. Describes past SA and abusive relationships. Describes drunkeness, alcohol, and drinking. viewer discretion is advised.

You could tell it was taking Sirius a lot of effort to appear to be too fussed over Lily, James, and Regulus at the end of the party, but he pretended to gag every time anything even remotely romantic or sexual was brought up about his brother.

“What do you think happens when they go home, Pads?” Remus muttered quietly, causing Sirius to slap his hands against his ears.

“Would you shut up, Moons? I am not interested in hearing about my brother’s sexual habits, thank you.”

Unfortunately for Sirius, Lily didn’t get the memo. 

“Are we le-leaving!?” She shrieked through a hiccup as James held most of her weight up against his side and Regulus gathered her purse and shoes she’d since lost.

“Yes sweets; we’re gonna get you to bed.” James said quietly.

A salacious smirk took over Lily’s face as she tried (and failed) to grab James by the chin. “To bed, hm?”

Regulus snorted, though no one missed the blush that dusted his cheeks. “To sleep, Lils.”

Lily groaned dramatically and seemed to go ‘no bones’ in James' grip as he grunted and tried to keep her from hitting the ground. “Why not.”

“Because you smell like you bathed in a bottle of schnapps, sweetheart.” James placated.

“So?” Lily grumbled though acquiesced to helping James keep her up right. “We can even do that thing you like.” She tried to sing sensually, but her efforts were in vain as every other word came out slurred. 

Sirius grumbled causing James to blush. 

“Not tonight, angel. We’ll cuddle, okay?”

Lily scoffed and turned her sights onto Regulus. “You agree with me, right? Right Reggie? You agree- you agree with me?”

“Almost always.” Regulus agreed quickly, offering Lily his arm as to share her weight with James. “Just not tonight, my love.”

“You guys are no fun.” Lily whined as she allowed her two boyfriends to usher her out of Remus and Sirius’ shared flat.

Unfortunately for Sirius, no one missed Regulus leaning into Lily’s hair and promising that “they’d have lots of fun tomorrow to make up for it.”

“I hate them all.” Sirius grumbled with no real malice as he stood and made his way over to you before offering you both of his hands. “What do you say, dollface? Ready for bed too?”

Remus answered ‘yes’ as you accepted Sirius’ help up which sparked a debate between the two of them whether or not Remus could be considered ‘dollface’ to which you secretly agreed that yes he could but ultimately refused to participate in such nonsense.

You got ready for bed in a haze as you replayed Regulus, James, and Lily’s conversation in your head. You weren’t sure what exactly you were so stuck on, but something about the exchange caused something deep within your gut to churn unpleasantly. 

“You feeling alright, dovey?” Remus asked gently, pressing a kiss to your hairline as you reentered their bedroom after washing your face, carrying your toiletries with you so as not to hog the bathroom.

Sirius (and Remus) had been begging you to spend your nights here with them nearly since the very beginning of your relationship, but you argued that you did not want to pay rent for a flat you never saw. 

He then started nagging you to give up the lease on your flat and just “sodding move in with them already”, but it still felt a little too fresh for that.

So, you spent most nights (but not all) at their flat; living out of duffle bags and toiletry bags.

You hummed in confirmation to Remus’ question, moving towards the mirror above Sirius’ dresser to finish your skincare routine as Remus took his turn with the washroom.

“You sure, sweetness? You’ve been awfully quiet tonight; did you have fun?” Sirius continued as he went digging through what you knew to be Remus’ drawers searching for Sirius’ favourite shirt which was really Remus’ shirt but no one bothered to argue with the black-haired boy…anymore.

“I had fun.” You agreed, massaging product into your face.

“Uh huh.” Sirius commented, not sounding at all convinced as he came up behind you and hooked his chin over your shoulder; watching as you completed your nightly routine through the mirror. “You had so much fun and that’s why you look like Moony when he can’t figure out one of those crosswords in the Daily Prophet?”

You chuckled softly, but something in your lack of enthusiasm (or your lack of disdain) for his joke seemed to tip him off. 

“What’s going on in here, hm?” He asked as he pressed a kiss to your temple. 

“I just…” You started, sighing as you made yourself busy by tidying up your belongings and refusing to make eye contact with him. “I’ve just been thinking about Reg, James, and Lily’s conversation.”

That caused a dramatic groan to rip through Sirius’ chest as he leaned his forehead against your shoulder.

“What now?” Remus asked jokingly as he returned from the washroom. 

“She’s thinking about Regulus, James, and Lily in bed.” Sirius accused; voice muffled in the fabric of your sleepwear. 

You scoffed defensively, claiming you were “absolutely not” at the same time Remus commented “aren’t we all” which started a very loud bickering match between your two boyfriends. 

The arguing only ceased when Remus “swore on his mother’s life” that Sirius was “by far the superior Black brother.” 

Placated, Sirius turned his sights back to you as you sat on the edge of the bed. “So, what were you really thinking about their conversation?”

Remus, having walked in with only enough time to rile Sirius up, popped his head up at that. “Everything alright, dove?”

You sighed as you turned to face them. “I was just confused, I guess.” You admitted. “I think…Lily was hoping to have sex tonight?”

Sirius groaned again which earned him a swat from Remus who seemed to pick up on some of the tension radiating through your body.

“Yes…I’d agree.” Remus responded carefully.

“And Reg and James said no?”

Sirius’ head tilted at that as he considered you with furrowed brows. “Well, of course, doll. She was drunk.” He said simply, as if that explained it all. 

“So…they wouldn’t have sex with her because she was drunk?” You clarified.

The boys shared a glance with one another before they each took a seat on the bed, prompting you to turn your body so you were all facing each other.

“So, all parties have to be able to consent, right?” Remus started. 

You nodded quickly at that. 

“But when one party is inebriated or under the influence, they can’t consent.” Sirius continued.

You felt your eyebrows twitch as you looked down at the pattern on your bed spread. “Even though she was asking?”

“She wasn’t in her right mind, dove.” Remus explained gently; eyes full of compassion and, perhaps, some sadness. “She may have woken up tomorrow and not remembered anything, or perhaps worse, regretted something. It’s Regulus and James’ jobs to keep her safe, just like I’m sure she keeps them safe when the roles are reversed.”

And now you could understand why their conversation seemed to catch you so off guard. 

“You’re so pretty like this; drunk and all mine.”

“Have a few more; we always have more fun when you let loose.”

“But…I’m really tired.” “All you’ve got to do is lay there - I’ll do all the work.”

“You don’t remember last night? That’s too bad; I won’t be forgetting that any time soon.”

“You’re such a good little whore for me when you’ve had a few too many.” 

You hadn’t realised you had zoned out of the conversation until Sirius was leaning into your field of vision. “You okay, sweets?”

“Yeah.” You said breathlessly before clearing your throat. “No, sorry. I’m fine.”

“Why were you asking?” Remus queried; tone hardening slightly, alerting you to the fact that he smelled trouble. 

“I was just wondering.” You fibbed.

“You know we would do the same, right?” Sirius asked earnestly. “That we have done the same for you.”

“You have?”

“Yes, my love.” Remus whispered. “Always.”

You nodded and looked back down at the bedspread. “Okay.”

“Y/N.” Sirius called with a certain level of severity; though you detected no anger or frustration in his tone. “Why were you asking?” He repeated Remus’ earlier question after your gaze met his imploring silver eyes. 

You quickly looked down at your hands as you began picking at the hangnails around your fingers. “I was just confused; that has not always been my experience.” You admitted quietly; shame coursing through your body as you digested this new information.

The room was quiet for a moment as Remus shuffled scrupulously closer to you. “No?” He whispered; voice intoned with a level of gentleness you weren’t accustomed to hearing. 

You began to feel all sorts of discomfort at the heavy attention being focused on you in the room. “It was usually quite the opposite.” You joked; voice rising to a higher octave in an attempt to make light of the situation as you pulled back the covers and made to retreat to the relative safety of the boys’ bed. 

“Whoa, whoa. What does that mean?” Sirius implored, earning him a gentle warning “Pads” from Remus.

“I’m sorry.” You placated, still uncomfortable with this heavy atmosphere you seem to have blanketed over what had been a really nice evening. “I shouldn’t have said anything.”

“No, I-” Sirius began, cutting himself off and taking a breath you could tell was an attempt to calm himself down. He shuffled closer to you and wrapped his hand around one of your ankles through the blanket as he rubbed soothing circles against it. “You can always talk about anything with us; it’s important that we talk about these things, yeah?”

“Only if you’re comfortable, of course.” Remus mollified. “But I do agree with Sirius; if you’re comfortable, I think it’s good for us to talk about these things.” 

“It was just my last relationship.” You admitted finally. “He didn’t…agree - with the consent thing, that is.”

Remus’ lips pursed as Sirius’ jaw tightened. 

“He’d sleep with you when you were drunk?” Remus asked cautiously. 

“Yeah.” You agreed half-heartedly, picking at your nail beds. “Or encourage me to drink more so…”

Remus let out a sigh and you could tell Sirius was fighting back the urge to grumble. 

“I’m sorry,” You offered again. “I really didn’t mean to bring all this up, I just-”

“I really, really don’t want you to apologise anymore.” Sirius nearly begged. 

“I don’t understand how someone could do that.” Remus mused aloud. “To anyone; and someone they claimed to love?”

You mistook Remus’ rhetorical question for an actual need for clarification. “He said I was more fun; that I’d try things I wouldn’t normally.”

Sirius did finally let out an angry huff and his fingers stilled on your ankle. “Who?”

“You don’t know him.” You countered quickly, bringing your knees up to your chest and wrapping your arms around them as you rested your chin on your knees. 

“Lucky him.” Sirius muttered darkly as Remus shifted closer to you. 

“I’m sorry dove.” He offered quietly; holding out his hand to you in a silent invitation. You accepted it, and as you gave him your hand, he gently encouraged you over to him until you were cradled in his arms.

“I didn’t tell you to be sorry.” You murmured quietly as Remus began pressing kisses to the raw and reddened skin around your fingers you hadn’t realised you had nearly shredded in your tension. 

“I know you didn’t.” He whispered. “I’m still sorry, anyhow.”

“I think it’s nice… that the boys were looking after Lily.”

Remus hummed in agreement though he still looked particularly disturbed.  

“That’s their job.” Sirius supplied, causing you and Remus to turn your heads towards your boyfriend whose eyes were red and shining with unshed tears.

“Sirius.” You murmured miserably.

“Just like it’s our job to look after you.” He continued as if you hadn’t said anything at all.

“And you do.” You agreed.

Sirius huffed and wiped at his face. “I hate to think of you being hurt or…or taken advantage of when I wasn’t there to help you.”

Remus made a pitiful sound at that. 

“You didn’t even know me then, Siri.” You offered, half teasing and half placating. 

“She’s alright, Sirius.” Remus comforted. “She’s got us. You’ll be okay now, yeah?”

And you thought of your boys now; you thought of Sirius near tears thinking of someone taking advantage of you during a time you hadn’t even known him, you thought of Remus currently cradling you like you were a precious thing he feared losing if he didn’t hold you with the utmost care, and you thought of their friends - the kind of people who they surrounded themselves with and had the same morals as they did.

Yeah…you think you might just be okay now.

#marauders era #marauders au #marauders fanfiction #reader insert #self insert #sirius black #remus lupin #remus lupin x reader #remus lupin x you #sirius black x reader #sirius black x you #sirius x remus #wolfstar #poly!wolfstar #poly!wolfstar x reader #poly!wolfstar x you #poly!wolfstar blurb #poly!wolfstar imagine #poly!wolfstar fic #poly!wolfstar hurt/comfort #marauders hurt/comfort #sirius black hurt/comfort #remus lupin hurt/comfort #past SA #conversations of consent #fem!reader #ellecdc fics

[oedipushansen]

this is kind of hard to explain and maybe its just me but succession s4 at some points feels like. a script a fan from here would make

#not necessarily in a bad way at all! #it just feels. like. Different from the other seasons #its a lot clearer abt certain stuff and it calls back to things from previous seasons & addresses stuff in a way the previous seasons didnt #if that makes sense #like.. the connor mom cake thing. gregs gay dad. sophie experiencing racism. roman being physically abused #i dont have any opinion on this at all whether its bad or good but its just interesting to me #im honestly enjoying the New Feel of the season & i go crazy over any anecdote that reveals more abt the roys’ lives but i can understand #ppl not rlly digging it as its not something succession has rlly Done before #idk maybe this is just nonsense i could just be looking too deep into things #txt

[inklessletter]

I posted this on X, and I feel kind of disloyal not saying anything in here, since I feel Tumblr as my main online residence.

I would like to expand here, where I feel safest, if you let me.

As I said, I'm not a writer. Not a talented one, at least. Maybe I could be if I work hard enough, but I have little free time and I have to diversify it since I've got plenty going on. I don't have like, the busiest life, but I work full-time and I have a little family, and friends, a dog and a house to keep. And when I'm not doing all of that, among all my personal individual hobbies, drawing is what takes most time.

And drawing--well, I can't draw a fanart without romanticizing the process. There is no fanart without a back story that I've got in my mind, that I always fall in love way too deep with it, and always have the intention to put into words, but English is hard for a non native speaker, and even harder for a impatient perfectionist. So it takes a lot of time and I am never satisfied with the results, which is massively disheartening.

So after more than a year making this fandom my home, and with, idk, twenty, thirty fanarts, that means that there are twenty or thirty stories that I've got safely and preciously stored in my heart that I barely shared with anyone.

I mean full fanfics, from beginning to end, maybe with a few loose strands that needs revisiting, but overall, completed stories. And I know I'm biased here, telling you that I love them, and maybe they're not good, but I do love them. I'm a romantic. Some of them explore the concept of home, or tropes like "the one that got away", or the survivor guilt, or keeping the balance between being who you are and acknowledging that you're wrong and rewiring some things. Some are just funny AUs, fluff or smut (I can't write smut for SHIT), some more basic, some not. Some are not even steddie.

But I love all of them, and I can't write them and they're dying with me.

So I've been thinking for a while, that maybe there is a writer out there that wants something to write but can't find inspiration, or a theme to talk about and if that's de case, and you feel like it, you can DM to me, that I will give you the whole idea, everything that I worked on and pass it on, so you can have an idea to work with.

It feels so silly being so absurdly emotional with this, since, well, it's just stories, I guess, about things and people that don't exist, and maybe they're not even good or worth to work on because it may be better works out there that treat those subjects more brilliantly, but I love them and they're important to me and if I don't do this, they're dying with me and I think that maybe those silly ideas deserve a chance.

So, well, yeah, if you are a fic writer that is looking for something to write about, you can reach me. Maybe we can help each other out.

Thank you for taking the time to read all this nonsense 💖

#inklessletter #fanfiction #fanfic

[demoniccomplex]

Could I request tecchou with prompts 3 and 12? Thank you I love your work!

3 (“don't you see? I'm the only one who really cares for you”) + 12 (“please.. just let me hold you.”)

sorry for the long wait, i realize that i, in fact, have drafts that need to get done! anyways hope you enjoy this, its currently 3:30 am and my head hurty

no TWS i can think of, i think, maybe idk

Life wasn't exactly in the cards for you and anyone close to you knew that well. Your mood reflected every bit of frustration. However you tried your best to look up in the worst of it all, it's that or to the grave you go. Your poor lip had been picked at so many times, the blood staining your nails. You wondered if the skin would ever stop healing. Afterall, what's one public display of terrorism on your way to work caused by who knows, gonna do to ruin your already shit year? That's right, bring Tecchou Suehiro into it because you wanted to be heroic against your body’s wishes. It was alright for a while, he talked to you a far bit longer than the rest of the victims of the attack. You jokingly took pride in his coworker’s comment about Tecchou spending just a little longer on you. The letters came frequently, more so legal nonsense with “support” mentioned in them, then there was one from Tecchou. The name didn't click originally and the letter was almost discarded had you not kept reading down. He thanked you for your bravery and how much it takes, rolling your eyes but it did make you smile. 

Applauding you for what you did that day kept circling back in your mind, something to latch onto with a heart barely full of pride. The legal letters stopped but tecchou’s letters did not, after the third letter, you wondered why he even bothered scouting out your address. Everything you felt was now sinking down into the dark blues of regret in your mind. Then the letters were not enough so he came in physically, a little cafe date then to a restaurant, then something bigger. It all became just a little too much then way too much. You used to not notice the way he would make sure you were physically okay, but you followed his eyes carefully. His questions about your health did get annoying and not comforting like they used to be. People who used to check in stopped, like they were scared but you never knew why. You got a hint that Tecchou’s behavior towards you affected his line of work. The white haired man who scoffed at Tecchou’s extended talk with you that fateful day was the same man yelling loudly at him. Forcefully taking the infatuated soldier with him while giving you mixed signals on how he felt about you, Tecchou’s expression went blank in his coworkers grasp. 

The last person you talked to got exposed for horrible things, you only found out by Tecchou. Your world was falling apart in a weird way and you didn't even know why anymore. The man in question only tilted his head at your quickly distressed face, you forgot why he was even with you today. He tried to comfort you but you resisted in your scrambled up mind. Tecchou let out a sigh before speaking up, “don't you see? I'm the only one who really cares for you, i deeply care for you,” He said your name with such care in love but you were too deep in mental turmoil to even realize it. Tears quickly spouted from your eyes, while you cried out on why this was happening to you, why everyday was such a horrible day. You barely felt Tecchou’s figure try to hold you before you pulled away, your hands covering your face as you still cried. Trying to sit down on the floor but Tecchou refused to let you sink down, still desperately wanting to hold you. “please..just let me hold you. I want you to be okay.” Why can't you have an okay year?, why couldn't you have friends that weren't such horrible people? Why did it have to be you that people were afraid of? Why out of anyone did you decide to play hero? The only person who had stayed was Tecchou, it was always Tecchou. 

So just this time, let him hold you.

#yandere bsd #yandere bsd x reader #bsd x reader #yandere #bsd #tecchou x reader #yandere tecchou #bsd tecchou

[fastandtheformula1]

Ummmmm well, maybe this time will be angst. Y/n can't take any more of the hate that Ollie's fans give her. They always say that Y/n is jinxing Ollie bcs he has been getting bad race results lately. There was even someone who said it directly in front of her face when she came to watch Ollie's race at Monza and Ollie also accidentally heard it and maybe started to get a little angry and protective bcs Y/n doesn't deserve any kind of hatred at all.

Then she finally decided to ask Ollie to break up bcs she started to believe that she is bringing bad luck to Ollie and she doesn't want that to happen to him as she knows how passionate Ollie about racing. But of course that's impossible to happen.

Ollie had already fallen too deep for Y/n. Y/n was his childhood friend who knew almost everything about him, she's so lowkey which makes him love her even more, the one who cheered him since he went karting, the one who always understood him, who always believed in him no matter what. She was everything to Ollie and mean more than racing or championship.

Maybe you can make him a little desperate (Idk why but I'd like to see him crying😭dramatic ass) when Y/n asks him for a break up like he was probably once having a thought about how his life without racing but never imagined his life without Y/n. And maybe he's lil furious that Y/n believed in those nonsenses and even now thinking of leaving him. And the rest are yours, Queen🧚🏼‍♀️

Some proooompts:

— "I just don't love you anymore."

"What?" .... "Look me in the eyes and say you don't love me anymore."

— "You need to focus on racing, not me."

— "I need you more than a fucking championship! I will call Rene right now and tell him that I quit."

— "You don't understand, you are performing less because of m-"

"No. You are the one who don't understand. Don't you dare to say you are the cause of my bad performances."

Ollie Bearman- Choices

a/n: OH MY GOD I LOVE THIS PROMPT  ANON!!!!! I made ollie such a simp for y/n oh my lord… anyway this is somewhat of a continuation of this post… also i kinda got lazy at the end my bad 

pairing: oliver bearman x childhoodfriend!reader

summary: you and ollie have a talk about your relationship that leads your relationship downhill. 

warnings: cursing, tears, stressed y/n and stressed ollie 

word count: 1,781

not my gif!

~

“Hey, can we talk?” You both knew you needed to have this conversation, but both of you avoided it like the plague. 

When you accidentally went public with Ollie, everyone liked you. They thought you were a little on the quiet side but still sweet, and thought you and Ollie were a good match. You appeared in some of Ollie’s streams, adding funny commentary here and there and just hanging out with him. For the past year or so though, you’ve been getting more hateful comments and people have been ruder towards you.

You were never one to back down and stop what you were doing because someone was hating on you. You weren’t raised that way. If you were passionate about something, you did it all the way, not letting anything stop you. This time though, it was getting harder to ignore the bad stuff. People were constantly finding things to nitpick you for, saying how you “loved” Ollie and how you were just in it for the exposure and benefits, which was absolutely not the case. Though you expected interviewers asking about your private life, you never thought it would be this intrusive. Ollie had noticed the more hateful comments were getting to you and even put out a statement, but nothing worked. He’d been too busy racing and traveling to alleviate some of the anxiety you were feeling, so you thought this to be the best option:

Ending your relationship. 

“Um, sure.” He said, hesitantly. The outcome of this conversation was not one he’d like. He couldn’t risk losing you. You were the one person that truly understood everything he did. He truly fell harder for you than you could ever possibly fathom, and even he himself couldn’t explain into words how special you were to him. 

“I think we need to take a break.” The words came out slow and shaky, fear crawling its way through your words. 

“W- what?”

“I just, I- I don’t have feelings for you anymore.” You cringed to yourself. You were completely lying to his face. And he could see it. 

“Bullshit. Is this about what that article said the other day? I swear to God, I’ll find whoever wrote it and-”

“Ollie, stop.” Your voice was stern, scaring him a little bit. 

It was about the article, but you didn’t want to cause any drama or bad press around him, having the media calling him a hothead and other terrible names they could come up with. So you opted to tell him that you didn’t love him anymore. That you “lost feelings” when you felt the complete opposite. You wanted nothing less than waking up next to him and his unruly hair, softly waking him up as you combed through his curls.

Which was exactly how Ollie was feeling, too. He never understood how much your daily checkups and silent support really meant to him, you asking him if he was alright when he was at his darkest, and being there for him during the height of his career. You were always there, a constant in his ever changing life. 

“Don’t make this harder than it already is. Please. I just don’t love you anymore.” You fidgeted with your hands as you went to find your phone. You wanted this conversation to be cut and dry, but it wouldn’t turn out that way. He rushed in front of you and lifted your chin with his finger. You kept your gaze anywhere else but him. 

“Look me in the eyes and say that again.”

The room was quiet, so tense that you could hear both of your shallow breaths. His eyes never left yours as you contemplated your answer. 

“Ollie, your fans hate me. So does your team. It seems like you’re the only one that doesn’t.” You remembered one conversation where some woman came up to you and told it to your face.

“Hi. You’re Y/N, Ollie’s girlfriend, right?” Some lady asked when you were watching a few drivers qualify on the TV screens in Ollie’s garage. “I am, yeah.” “Let’s hope you leave before he starts qualifying.” She laughed lightly.  “Excuse me?” “You’ve seen his quali position versus his starting one when you’re here, right? Oliver’s place always goes down a few positions.” “Oh, well I don’t-”  “I think then I’m the problem, ma’am. My girlfriend’s not the one driving the car.” Ollie came up from behind you, putting his arm around you.  “Oh well. My apologies, then. Have a good one, Ollie.” The woman turned around and walked away. “The hell was that about?” “Dunno. She just came up to me and started talking.” “If someone else says something like that to you, tell me and I’ll-” “Ollie. Just focus on racing right now, okay?”

He threw his hands in the air. “Love, what are you-”

“Think about it. Ever since we got together, you’ve had bad race results. Your car’s been breaking down more often. For fuck’s sake, you almost died, Ollie! When we were just friends that never happened! And now,” You took a breath. “I’m just a distraction, okay? I-”

“How dare you fucking say that. You are not the cause of my bad performances, Y/N! I am!” 

Tears started to form in his eyes. How could you say that about yourself? How could you ever think that? Not for a second did he think you were a distraction. All you ever did for him was make sure he was at his best. Sure, he was getting bad results recently, but you certainly weren’t the cause of it. Hell, you were keeping him focused on not crashing if anything.

“You need to focus on your championship and I need to focus on school.” You shoved past him, grabbing your keys from the counter. 

“That’s what you’re worried about? A fucking championship, Y/N?!” 

“Ollie, that’s your dream! You’ve wanted that since you were a kid! Why are you letting me get in the way of it?” 

“I need you more than I want that stupid championship.”

Shaky breaths erupted from both of you. You knew he was right. He had told you that his priorities had changed. Then it hit you. Was that the reason he was performing so badly at races? Was he racing badly so he’d lose his contract and he’d finally be able to spend time with you? 

After a few minutes you decided to leave. There was no way in hell that you were going to be the reason he lost his contract. Walking towards the door, you mentally checked if you had everything to stay the night elsewhere. 

Ollie caught onto you, following after you. “No. No. Don’t leave. Please.” He grabbed onto your wrist, his eyes pleading you to stay. You’d never left after a fight, always wanting to work it out before you guys went to do something else. This time though, you felt like you had to.

“Just trust me, okay? I’ll be back.” Honestly, you weren’t sure if you were going to. You turned around, reaching for the doorknob, but Ollie was quick enough to slide in front of it.

“I will… I will call Rene right now and tell him that I quit, okay?” He pulled out his phone, hands shaking, and started to search for Rene’s number. “Just don’t…please stay.” Desperation was clear in his voice. As he found it, you scooted past him and slipped out the front door, speed-walking to your car. 

“Baby, no. Please. Where are you going?” You heard him shout as you got into your car. You had left and he was unsure, for the first time, that you might not come back.

~

4 missed calls from ollie 🐻 💗

2 voicemails from ollie🐻 💗

Hi Y/N. Look, I need to… Just, just please call me back please. I want to work this out, okay? I love you. 

Babe, please call me back. I’m getting worried. Just let me know you’re okay. Please. I love you. 

You shut off your phone and sighed, laying back down on the bed, groaning. 

“Still haven’t told him where you are?” Arthur’s voice made you jump, reminding you that you weren’t alone. 

You shook your head. “No.” Arthur laid down next to you on your -his- bed. You had crashed at his house for the night, telling him what happened through broken sobs and tears.

“I know you don’t want to hear this right now, but I think you should tell Ollie where you are. Or just text him. The guy’s been worried sick, Y/N. He can’t sleep, eat. Even Jak can’t get him out of bed,” Arthur said.

Fuck, you thought. 

~

You unlocked you and Ollie’s door for the first time in what felt like months. As you shut the door close, your eyes met Ollie’s brown ones. He was standing a few feet away from the door, his eyes wide open as he tried to figure out if you were actually standing in front of him. Tension in the room was off the charts. 

Arthur was right, he looked terrible. Nothing in the apartment had changed since you left, with the exception of a few blankets strewn around the floor. Ollie rushed towards you, dropping whatever he was holding, it clattering to the floor as his arms snaked around your waist tightly. He was afraid if he let go of you a second time, you wouldn’t come back for certain. You felt his entire body relax against yours, as yours did the same. He burrowed his head into your neck, softly placing kisses on your skin. 

“You came back.” His voice was deep and relieved. 

“Momentarily.”

“What?”

“I’m gonna move out, Ollie.”

“What? No, you- you can’t.”

You got out of his grasp and hurried towards your room, and started to pack your things through your blurred vision. 

“What’re you doing? Just stop.” He started to unpack the things you started to.

“This isn’t your decision to make, Ollie. Okay?!” 

The room went quiet, the silence so deafening you swore you were alone. You pinched the bridge of your nose; you knew he didn’t deserve this. He was the one you always saw yourself with in the end. What happened? 

Ollie walked over to you; he towered over you like he always did. “You’re really going then?” 

You nodded. “I’ll have Arthur pick up the rest of my stuff.” You scratched the back of your neck. You didn’t know what else to say. You saw a tear drip to the floor as he nodded. 

You picked up your stuff and led yourself out, Ollie following closely behind. 

“Goodbye, Y/N.”

“Bye, Ollie.”

#ollie bearman #formula 2 #f2 #oliverbearman #arthurleclerc #ferarri #ferrari academy #8

[ho3sferatu]

Sims Tag

I was tagged by @esotheria-sims​. Thank you! (㇏(•̀ᵥᵥ•́)ノ)

1. What’s your favourite sims death?

Death by satellite. Gave me trust issues as a child!

2. Alpha CC or Maxis Match?

Maxis Match.

3. Do you cheat when your sims gain weight?

No. I used to cheat to KEEP their overweightness! I had a sim I prefered to be chubby, but she kept losing weight anyway naturally...

4. Do you use move objects?

Anyone who answers “no” is clearly lying (㇏(•̀ ᢍ •́ )ノ)

5. Favorite mod?

notownieregen. A must have for custom NH building!

6. First expansion/game/stuff pack you got?

TS1 Living Large. I got all of the packs for 1 and 2 when they first came out!

7. Do you pronounce “live mode” like aLIVE or LIVing?

aLIVE

8. Who’s your favorite sim that you’ve made?

My boy Armand. He was the first! The... OG of Blithe Hollow, if you will. First love never dies.

9. Have you made a simself?

Nope. I always preferred to come up with characters.

10. What sim traits do you give yourself?

Green Fiend, Animal Enthusiast, Geek

11. Which is your favorite EA hair color?

Hmmm, red maybe?

12. Favorite EA hair?

Not a fan of them in general. Maybe the TS2 basegame long hairstyle?

13. Favorite life stage?

Adult has the most things going on.

14. Are you a builder or are you in it for the gameplay?

Both! I have so many houses I still haven’t shared. Woops

15. Are you a CC creator?

Nope

16. Do you have any simblr friends/a sim squad?

I only have a few! I’m too shy to interact with anyone.

17. What’s your favorite game? (1, 2, 3, or 4)

2!

18. Do you have any sims merch?

I own an enamel pin with a plumbob (㇏(•ᵥᵥ•)ノ)

19. Do you have a YouTube for sims?

No

20. How has your “sim style” changed throughout your years of playing?

I stopped downloading Alpha CC because semi-realism of some things was clashing with a cartoony comedic tone of the game. To this day I refuse to download things that have English (instead of Simlish) writing on it!

21. What’s your Origin ID?

I do not know what that is

22. Who’s your favorite CC creator?

platasp, linacherie, neosimi, kestrelteens, nonsensical pixels...

23. How long have you had a simblr?

Barely a year. I started it when I was in deep depression, persuaded by my friends who thought it might be a good creative outlet.

24. How do you edit your pictures?

I just up the brightness and crop it. That’s it lol

25. What expansion/game/stuff pack do you want next?

I want many more expansions to TS4, so we could convert it all into TS2. For free! Idk, that goth clothing thing they asked about looked nice.

25. What expansion/game/stuff pack is your favorite so far?

Nightlife, because it had vampires (㇏(•̀ᵥᵥ•́)ノ)

I’m tagging: @funderberkersims​ @frottana-sims​ @episims​ @moocha-muses​ @andrevasims​

[boxofbonesfic]

Idk if you do this or not but would you mind posting a sneak peak of what you have for “all this and heaven too” cuz I’d be over the moooooon. Againnopressureiloveyouthankyouforexisting❤️❤️❤️

sure, here’s a scene from the next chapter for you to chew on 👀

At home, Patrick is relaxing on the couch, and he jumps up to help you as you open the door. 

“Babe, I told you to buzz up when you’re down there so that I can come and help you,” he chastises you, looping an arm under your shoulders. You’re grateful for his presence, and you briefly rest your head on his chest as he navigates handling both your weights. You’re relieved to see that he’s home alone, that neither Bucky nor Tony has sent anyone to check on your progress. 

It’s hard not to feel suffocated as you go through the motions, resting on the couch with Patrick as he runs through shows you’re barely able to pay attention to. Every thought seems to turn back on itself, Bucky’s face swimming up to hang menacingly over your every thought. Dinner is microwaved leftovers that you pick at as the two of you go over this weeks financials, your throat tight when he brings up Bucky’s deposit. 

It isn’t hush-money—he doesn’t need it. The threat of destroying your carefully built house of cards is enough. No, the money is a threat—a reminder. That the Avengers are wealthy, beloved, and you’re… you. If it hadn’t been for this deal, this partnership, you know you and Patrick wouldn’t even be treading water. You would be drowning in ten, twenty-thousand-dollar medical bills—and that’s with insurance. All of the money from your wedding savings had been drained while you’d been in the hospital, and only Tony Stark’s generosity had kept you there. 

“Babe? You’re totally zoned out. Are you even hearing me?” You look up from your plate guiltily, dropping the fork you’d barely used. “I was saying I think we should finish paying off the hospital. We might be able to do it completely, with the rest of the money.” 

You hum noncommittally, pushing the cold broccoli around on your plate as you try to drum up the courage to tell him you don’t agree with that plan, that you want to take the money and buy two one-way tickets to Brazil. 

“Yeah, we could,” you glance up at Patrick, who is already eyeing you over his beer. “I mean, I just… this thing with the Avengers might… it might not last.  Maybe it would be smarter to save some—”

“Oh my god,” Patrick sets his beer down roughly on the table, and you feel the muscles in your shoulders tense as you brace for part two of your earlier argument. “That’s what you went out for, today? To go call it quits?” The incredulity in his voice is insulting. “Jesus, it’s like you want us to drown or something—”

“That’s not true and you know it’s not!” You fire back, hands clenched into shaking fists below the table. “It-it’s scary, and you don’t have to be the one standing up there, getting ordered around by Tony Stark—”

“No, I’m just the one that has to work three extra shifts a week while you bitch about having to talk to some fucking paparazzi!” You reel back as if he’d struck you, his words hanging in the thick, tense air between you. Shoving yourself away from the table, you leave your half eaten plate behind as you shamble out into the hallway. “Wait, babe, stop, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have—”

The thud of the bedroom door is an effective end to the conversation. Vindictively, you lock it. Just to make sure that Patrick can’t come barging in, demanding to finish the argument you’d started. Angry, frustrated tears well behind your eyes, and you throw yourself to the bed, curling into a ball. You lay there, sniffling as you press your face into the bedspread. 

Something woodsy and familiar makes your eyes shoot open, and you take another deep breath before recoiling, practically throwing yourself onto the floor from the mattress. 

Bucky. 

Your sheets smell like Bucky.

It’s impossible, nonsensical—but when you lift the comforter gingerly to your nose, you smell it again; the musky, pine-y scent that had burned itself into your nostrils all too well just a day or two before. 

Bucky had been here, in your bed. 

You’re not sure when, or even how he’d gotten in, but there wasn’t any mistaking it, not for you. You want to scream—you could take no comfort in curling up in your warm bed, nor in the arms of your fiancé. Instead, you curl up on the hard wood floor next to the bed, your arms wrapped around your knees as you press your face into the material of your sweatpants and cry. 

#ask the bones #all this and heaven too fic #snippety snippet #hey nonny nonny ho ho

[ravenwitch45]

I Went Back Through Winx Season 4 and I have Feelings

Now you may have seen my post about my rewatch of Winx Club Season 3 where I shared a few frames that I liked and I wanted to share. Well now since apparently I'm rewatching the entire show now I went through Season 4 and I kinda wanted to do the same thing. Then that idea kinda mutated due to something I've neglected to mention.

I Fucking LOVE this season. It has problems I'm well aware but still. Believix is my favorite ever transformation, I love the season sound track and it brought so many cool characters into the show that are criminally underused these days. I'll talk about some funny moments, some sad ones, and ones that just make my heart soar with happiness, or ones that make me want more.

(Of course spoilers for season 4 but uh... it's been out for years so I'm not going to tag that)

Here we go, this is long so be warned but so are my feelings. (PS: this get's more intense and deep the further we go so... yeah, and it may become mulitple posts idk)

First up Tecna's face. Why does she look so mad?! Then again she literally threw herself into a vortex and got sucked into Ice Hell and now she has to do basic manual labor, honestly I'd be mad too.

"The Winx are going to beat you to death" saga continues (If I can find something in S5 for this I will howl like a hyena)

Okay tell me if I'm crazy but that girl with the purple curly hair looks like Stormy in disguise? Maybe that oppositus spell had lasting effects on her pchyche and created a second persona, who knows?

Oh and this! This camper van or whatever the specialists get the Winx has antena. Like seriously. I guess it could be to tie into their fairies which have insect wings but it still looks stupid. Also I'd feel like it's cause some issues line of sight wise.

Ogron: Oh you're apporaching me?

Bloom: I can't get kick your ass without getting closer.

This immediately made me think of that and I kind of love that.

Roxy going feral at Gantlos for calling Artu just a dog gives me life, also it's just so fitting for it to give her her fairy form

Oh and she's so pretty! I so wish she got to have more transformations eventually. She was robbed of Butterflix and you cannot convince me otherwise. She literally had butterflies already come on!

Gantlos is just so fucking done with the Winx's nonsense, and i'd say same but he's a fairy hunter so suffer.

Cursed Stella. That's it, good lord Girl what happened to you?

This Roxy outfit deserved so much more. I think it shows up once more and again in season six but still it's SO refresing to see Roxy in something new. Can we just agree Roxy deserved some more outfits later on instead of getting locked in that stupid paw shirt for all eternity. I'm sorry it's not that bad but it's just so old at this point to me good lord. Roxy got fucking robbed of everything.

I'm just going to say it, I love the wizard's outfits honestly. Especially how Duman, Gantlos, and Ogron are all in dresses/skirts and honestly there all a little feminine. What I don't love is that the only feminine men this show has ever had are some of the most sadistic villains as well. Men can be feminine and not be evil for Fucks sake!

And now for the Earth fairies to steal the show for a bit, particulary Morganna cause I completely forgot how much I liked her as a character. I love her design a lot cause she is gorgeous. I love her dress and her hair and even her wings even if there a little basic, her color scheme being green and blue makes sense cause from space... well those are the colors of the earth but before we leave this scene...

Why is everyone so surprised when she invites them to join her court? She hasn't even brought up the vengence so the shock seems strange to me, loving Bloom's face though. On a more somber note...

Right before the door closes you can see Morganna frown, which makes sense cause not only will her vengence force her to fight other fairies but she'll have to fight her daughter as well. Oooh I love details like this cause it shows that her being Roxy's mom wasn't a last minute idea and they thought it through (Well not really but we'll get to that later)

Let's take a small moment to appreciate Flora's cat. I don't know their name but I love them so much. Flower kitty supremacy, you deserved to meet your dumb wolf brother you sweet ball of cuteness

In fact let's appreciate all the fairy pets, and not only them but the fact all the Winx have little carriers for theirs and Bloom has one for both her's and Kiko. Flora making me mad jealous as usual cause I wish I could carry my cat around in a purse. So cute.

Not Roxy lowkey giving Timmy a "Why are you so thirsty?" look. Good lord I did not appreciate her enough when i first watched this.

And Diana is here, we can now bow. I really forgot how much i loved the major fairies cause dang. Her hair, her wings, her powers having the detail of lightning making it look a lot more wild compared to Flora's. Spectacular. I'll get to Aurora and Nebula don't worry.

I don't know if this has happened before but the Winx briefly glowing their respective color after transforming seems new. I don't know correct me if i'm wrong but I honestly really like it.

Musa and Tecna being really extra in the air for no particular reason I just love. I wish we got this more in the newer seasons cause now they just float there soulessly. Let my fairies be flamboyant!

Flora's hair normally

Flora's hair up. No. Fuck no that is not happening. There is no way all that hair can go up in those tiny buns, and that goes for Aisha too. What kind of Tardis scrunchies do they got?

And Once again Tecna's face is just priceless, I don't know what it is but it just makes me laugh

Ah yes, Roxy being told to hang back for... not really a good reason. Yeah she doesn't have Believix but they let her come along to deal with Aurora so what happened there? And you'd think a fairy able to get animals on their side would be fantastic for a mission in a wild rainforest but no. This is the beginning of the end for you Roxy...

Stella being completely calm so close to a wild snake is just... so cool to me. Cause going off the basic fashion girl character you'd think she'd freak out and scream but no. Stella is different, she's rebellious and she loves nature and the world and appreciates it and is nice to it. Stella got so degraded later on but she was so cool at first. I want this Stella back please.

Can I just say that Flora and Diana deserved more one on one stuff, there both fairies connected to nature and we get barely any stuff with just them. I would love a fanfic with these two just bonding- or OR Flora could bring some lynphean plants and show Diana, theres just so much potential and none of it was used. Enngh...

Also Diana is actually really tall, which as a tall girl myself I appreciate. Yes she is wearing heels but everyone does in this show so that point is mute. Love ya girl, sorry you just get ignored for the rest of the season though (Seriously why weren't her and Aurora at Tir Nan Og during the cermony?)

Okay well with Diana's venegence ended now so is this post, cause only thirty images per post so I'll make a sequel for the rest of this eventually.

#winx club #winx club s4 #winx bloom #winx stella #winx musa #winx flora #winx aisha #winx tecna #winx roxy #winx ogron #winx anagan #winx gantlos #winx duman #winx morgana #winx nebula #winx diana #winx rewatch

[girltober]

Girlfit! Gamer socks/armthings and a sundress might not go well together on paper, but I like this fit a lot 🩷 girls just have so many more customisation options to pick from. And you know what they say, you gotta Get Railed in a Sundress 😜

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So! Girl Month is two thirds over... whats the state of affairs?

Its been a little while since I last posted anything substantive bc well... girltime has been normalised. In the first week I was very strict about wearing only "proper" girly clothes, not even using my normal dressing gown! But as time passed I've allowed myself to wear more unisex clothing - for better or worse. In general Girl month has become less... exciting and wild and more a mundane part of life. I go out in girlmode and don't think twice about it.

I've been on E nearly 2 weeks now with no effect, which I guess I expected but its a little disappointing. My nips don't feel any more sensitive than usual which is lame.

Sidequest 2 and 3 have not been completed, but I'm planning to complete 3 tomorrow which I'm looking forward to (shes soo hot). And I forsee myself completing 2 also bc like... cmon, how hard can it be?

Girl month has also been a little bit of a slut month for me- which has honestly been kind of the best part lmao. I mean my bodycount is still 1, but I've really enjoyed wearing revealing clothes, going out with my girltreat in, and thinking a lot about being a... well a free use fucktoy 😳.

Maybe I'll make another post trying to delve into the psychology of it, but I guess long story short... horny guys are gross, but horny girls are hot. That might only be true in my own lesbian*(?) head but I feel like its not just me who feels that way. Idk theres a lot to unpack there. Being a girl made me feel more confident being a pervert is what I'm saying, for better or worse.

(*For this month(?))

But to the main event: gender.

I started this month with the view that i was doing this for shits and giggles and nipple-orgasms.

I was planning to walk out of this having unlocked Cis+, as a BoyChad like Finnster who can walk through the Valley of Girl and not flinch at the feminine shadows cast over me.

But...

Rrrrrgh.

*deep sigh*

I guess... I'm probably not cis.

Yeah yeah I know the guy who volunteered to dress as a girl for a month for no reason is actually trans big surprise, someone call the pope, who could have seen this coming yada yada.

I will say that I'm not sure that I'm a girl either though.

I enjoy dressing up femme, and I get a little hit of dopamine whenever someone calls me Charlotte or uses she/her pronouns, but...

(Wait typing that sentence in real time just made me realise that i might just be a girl after all uuuh nvm continuing with my original point)

...I don't necessarily... feel like a girl? Like I mostly forget I'm a girl and then occasionally I think "oh yeah I'm supposed to be a girl rn. Or maybe... I just AM a girl for this month? Oh nice I'm a girl I guess sweet" and then carry on with my usual activities.

Although even that sounds pretty trans hmm.

(Good thing I successfully turned off Pop-ups or this post would be unreadable with the amount of Transgender XP I've gained lmao)

Does anyone remember that one comic? Its like the car driving "PENIS" face one except the thought is "im a girl". This is nonsense to non-tumblrinas I'm so sorry, if anyone finds the comic I'm thinking of please send it to me.

Anyway, i may not be a trans girl, maybe I'm nonbinary or maybe genderfluid or bigender or something else... but M** left Plato's cave when he became me/Charlotte, and I/she can't imagine going back in there and forgetting. Wearing a dress is just too much fun to quit lmao.

I definitely think i just don't have a very strong sense of gender in general- I've boymoded for family events and doctors appointments and felt no discomfort or dysphoria- but being a girl recreationally is just more fun!

I might do Boyweek in early november to try to solidify my gender opinions, but for now... my gender is almost certainly queer and i can't wait to find out what I become ^^.

Thank you everyone for reading and supporting me, thank you all my friends for being chill about this and thank you M & L for supplying me with E and thank you Y for being the madlad who took E for lols in the first place and MASSIVE thank you to the one who took me opshopping and opened my mind to polyamory and made this whole experience... just so much more comfortable and fun.

Oh and thanks to the random internet people who followed along too- Its been really cool to see this break containment in little ways!

Uuuh anyway this might feel like a very final retrospective post but I still have a couple of girlweeks left in girlmonth so I'll keep y'all posted with my future girlfits and antics!

Love y'all! ❤️🩷💜

#girl month #girltober #transgender #genderqueer #girl #gender #girlblogging #girl month nsft #girl drugs #hey guys did you know that in terms of male human and female pok-*sniper takes me out* #girl fit #i censored my boyname not bc I have strong feelings against it but just for internet privacy reasons lmao #yes i picked the vaporeon gif for that reason lmao

[kookieswan]

Requesting a part 3 ✋✋✋

Are we gonna move forward for this part? See where our two protagonists have ended up this time?? 👀 Could I request some more suspicious interaction too, maybe like neither of them know if they should trust the other person yet but they also kinda understand that each other is all they got at this point? Idk you do whatever you want with it I'm just excited to read more!! 💜💜

Beyond Decaying Walls

- Level 1 -

Yoongi x Reader (f)

Word Count: 1.4k

Genre: Backrooms!AU, Horror AU, Strangers to forced kind of friends? lmao. Fluffier than the last few but Yoongi is still awkward.

Warnings: Horror themes, mind fuckery, allusions to going insane, lack of eating/drinking. Strange creatures… This part is pretty tame though.

Summary: At first, you never thought you'd see a person ever again. Now, you're constantly staring at the back of the quiet mans head as he guides you into the abyss.

Notes: Big smoochies for Mindy because she's amazing. Also, because I'm sure people are curious, the concept of time in the Backrooms is extremely warped so its hard to tell just how much has passed.

Find the BDW Masterlist here!

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“Fuck, it’s like it never ends…” Trailing behind Yoongi, you can’t help but to curse your luck. How the fuck did you even end up in this predicament…? The only good thing that has happened is Yoongi, and he doesn’t seem like much of a talker. You, however, have been talking almost nonstop to fill up the silence. He never really responds but you think he’s listening. Maybe.

The area you wander now is vastly different from where you started. Instead of gross yellow walls and wet flooring, the area you walk along in resembles a carpark. The floors are wet still, but not fully. It’s earie to a point but at least there isn’t a ringing of terrible fluorescent lighting. Yoongi pauses in front of you, nodding his head toward an elevator.

“Sure.” Both of you wander toward it, calling for it to take you to the next floor up. Honestly, this place is even more confusing than the last. There aren’t just endless hallways, there’s stairs and elevators, large rooms and small. Like usual though, you follow your instincts… Or Yoongi’s. He’s been guiding the way mostly like he knows where he’s going, and his confidence is a good enough reason for you to stick to him like glue.

He had managed to find you some food and water earlier (and shoes for you thank fuck), spotting a number of random crates along the side of one of the walls. You’ve been diligently checking anything and everything that could have useful items, but a lot of the shit you’ve found isn’t going to do you much good. At the very least, you both have bags now to carry things along with you, and yours might have some crayons hidden inside.

You stand silently next to Yoongi, eyes cast toward him in curiosity as the elevator moves upward. His face is like a mixture of soft and striking with cute cheeks but sharp eyes. He seems no nonsense, outfit mostly black and voice deep, and that’s if you even get to hear it. Like usual, you have no clue how long you’ve been wandering, but it’s been long enough to know that the man you’re traveling with is an introvert and prefers not to speak if he doesn’t have to.

“Come on.” The elevator dings open, Yoongi immediately stepping out and walking forward. Diligently, you follow, because he walks fast and you’re not so sure he won’t leave you on accident. He never explicitly said he wanted you to come with him, but he’s never turned you away either. Just kind of silently stares or grunts when you ask him things or are taking too long in a certain area.

It’s a while before he stops, eyes squinting toward a random table that sits in the middle of the large room you’ve entered. Following him toward it, you note that there’s something sitting on the table, maybe papers or folders. Yoongi picks them up, quietly looking over the documents as you notice crates sitting next to the table. “What is this…? It says it’s from a group called MEG.” MEG? Letting him read, you open up the container and find loads of water and food in it. A squeal leaves you unintentionally, plunging your hands in to grab something to drink and eat. The water all mostly seems to be almond water, but at this rate, you couldn’t give a fuck less. Munching on some chips, you watch Yoongi’s eyebrows furrow as he looks more and more concerned.

“It says that there are humans here, but also ‘entities’ that we have to watch for. Must have been what the dog thin thing was…?” The sheer number of words leaving his mouth is starting to bother you. Mixed with the worried look on his face, it must stem from nervousness…?

“They have names; Dullers, Hounds, Scratchers, Skin-Stealers, and Facelings.” Well, that’s fucking terrifying. You eat another chip, chewing as you watch water drip from the ceiling. You know one thing, and that’s that you do not, under any circumstances, want to run into whatever the hell a Skin-Stealer is. Taking one more sip of water, you put the cap back on and roll up the remainder of your chips as Yoongi continues to read quietly.

“I’m going to pretend that doesn’t bother me at all. I’ve never had almond water before being in here, but it’s actually pretty damn good.” You hand him a spare bottle as he glances toward you, eyes still unreadable. Taking it, he untwists it with his hands (that are very big and veiny. Interesting) and takes a quick drink.

“It is not so bad…” There’s a slight lull in the conversation as he continues to drink and you peer around the area. It’s curious that you haven’t found anyone else yet, but it’s got to be just a matter of time at this rate. Yoongi grabs the papers again, pointing to one in particular as he regards you.

“The guide says that there are outposts scattered across this ‘level’. But if we are not careful, we could accidently go to another level. I think it might be in our best interest to try and find an outpost.” Outposts must be where all the people are staying then. From the (Long? Short?) amount of time that you’ve been here, you know that it can’t be safe to just keep wandering forever. Not when wild creatures are hunting you down.

“Here, if you want to read.” Snagging the paper, you scan over it and almost instantly become overwhelmed with all the info on it. Wanderers, entities, food/water, places for shelter or safety… All good things but fuck, you really just want to get home. Chancing it, you decide to ask Yoongi where his home is.

“Thank you… Ah, I’ve been wondering, you’re from South Korea?” You’re pretty sure he is based on your limited knowledge from kdramas and the few phrases you’ve heard him say (mostly cursing or muttering to himself). He nods jerkily, eye scanning the area as he leans back against the table. You haven’t had any run ins with any other ‘entities’ since the first one, but its your guess that neither of you want to deal with something like that again if you can avoid it.

“I am, but I have been living in the US for a while now for my work. You’re from there too?” Its your tun to nod because yes, you’ve lived in the United States for all your life. Traveling is something you always wanted to do, and instead you end up in this shithole. Fantastic stuff.

“Yeah, I was at work actually before all this. I work, or worked I guess, at an office building as a secretary. Went to the bathroom and fell through a wall of all things.” It sounds ridiculous when you say it, like a dream or scary story. It makes you think though, was there any evidence of you disappearing or did you just vanish into thin air? Yoongi bristles, looking slightly uncomfortable before he answers softly,

“… I fell out of the chair in my studio and ended up here. It is… Like I got sucked through the ground.” Just as weird as you. Both of you fell, or ‘noclipped’, through something into what is apparently dubbed the ‘Backrooms’ by this MEG organization. It all sounds like a crock of shit if you’re being honest, and yet…

Without any warning, the lights in your area start to slowly turn off, flickering before going out. Not all of them, but it’s enough to make the both of you super uncomfortable. This place is a danger, and you don’t want to know what goes on in the dark here.

“We should move soon. Gather what you want.” You do so, sneakily observing Yoongi when you can, ignoring the lack of lighting. You’re not concerned about him hurting you or betraying you at this point, he could have done so many times. Instead, he caught you earlier when you had tripped and almost faceplanted into the pavement and lets you chatter on about stupid stuff. A true gentleman really, and your best bet at survival.

“Lead the way.”

#beyond decaying walls #yoongi x you #yoongi x reader #yoongi imagine #yoongi angst #yoongi fluff #bts x reader #bts imagine #bts x you #bts angst #bts fluff

[sandificatedman]

DESPAIR X READER. DESPAIR X READER PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE!!!!

HI OMG THIS TOOK,, LITERAL AGES IT WAS SUCH A BUSY WEEK SDMSND. Also this got SO LONG I'M SORRY-

OK THIS IS JUST GONNA BE A BUNCH OF MISC IDEAS. NO SPECIFIC PLOT OR THOUGHTLINE BC. I COULDN’T NARROW DOWN TO ONE CONCEPT I WANTED TO COVER-

You know she’s gonna be CHIN deep in denial until she’s forced to accept that she’s fallen for you.

She has a self-imposed rule to try to avoid getting attached to mortals. Meddling, sure. She adores meddling in human affairs, but getting attached creates a whole different series of problems.

There’s just,, not a good track record of relations between humans and Endless going well. I like to think she’s maybe 60% more self aware than her siblings SMDSMDNM yknow?

EMPHASIS ON 'TRY'

it's not like she meant for it to happen, for Nightmother's sake! She was just having a little peek at you, and,, you just looked so delicate. And she is meant to observe, isn't she? So what was the harm in observing you a little longer than most!

... Yeah you can see where this is going MSDNMSND One thing lead to another, and before she knew it she could barely focus on her responsibilities without missing your sweet face.

AND SHE FEELS SILLY FOR IT!! She's embarrassed of herself!! What is this nonsense, she isn't her sibling(s)!! Why is she fawning after a mortal, and worse, why does she adore doing it?

SHE DOESN'T CREEP FOR TOO LONG. Mostly because Desire won't let her. Sue them, they want their twin to be happy, and all her yearning is frankly,, a bit pathetic MSDMS

She'd never admit it aloud, but she's,,, a little petrified of making a bad impression? It's not like most mortal's are partial to,,, well,,, her.

IF THE FIRST INTERACTIONS GO WELL???? IF Y'ALL END UP,,,, BECOMING A PROPER THING???

You are almost definitely getting swept up into her realm sorry

JUST FOR A LITTLE BIT AT THE START, WHILE SHE WORKS OUT THE KINKS-

You think she’s taking any chances??

She had to witness her sibling’s various lovers get their lives (and,, bodies) turned inside out in innumerable ways. She knows, herself, that The Endless are far from being invincible.

Respectfully, lovingly, she’s not letting you out of her sight until she’s made it exceptionally clear to all relevant entities (siblings, elder gods, assorted mythical entities) exactly what the consequences will be if they try to harm you.

Thankfully,,, not many people are willing to go toe-to-toe with the literal architect of all Despair. so. that's a bonus MSNDMS

Is this necessarily going to 100% keep you from harm's way? No. Frankly, she could put you in a jar on her shelf, and that still wouldn’t keep you perfectly safe. It’s at least gonna to provide enough reassurance to not,, idk feel the need to Loom over your shoulder 24/7. It's mostly just for peace of mind.

and,, um,,

(don’t worry, she isn’t like her brother (derogatory but loving. Morpheus, go to therapy my love), if at any point you’re genuinely unhappy with your relationship she’ll know before you, and will retract from your life with,, relatively minimal fuss.)

(It’s also VERY possible she’ll leave with you with a boon of some sort, for your trouble, most likely her continued protection and/or exemption from her influence)

YOU’VE BASICALLY GOT YOURSELF A VERY CREEPY GUARDIAN ANGEL NOW HAVE FUNNNN SMDNSMN

Her primary role is as an observer, and she’s absolutely going to utilize this. She checks in on you as often as she can and just,, watches you go about your day-to-day life.

At first you have no idea when she’s got her eyes on you, but as time goes you begin to pick up on the Sensation (™) of her gaze?

It’s not just ‘feeling eyes on your back’, though that is a part of it.

It’s more,, like when you step outside early in the morning, and it’s super foggy out? Where every breath feels cold and damp, you can feel dew on your skin. It feels like her realm is seeping into wherever you are.

Sometimes you just,, absentmindedly lean your head and bonk your head on the wall, forgetting she is infact not sitting beside you MSNDSMN

At first it felt a little,, uncanny?? But now it’s become super comforting!! Like stepping outside for a breath of fresh air <333

it's,, kinda sweet,,, knowing that this cosmic entity is,, taking time out of her day to just,, keep an eye on you. wow <3333

I've. left out a billion things but this is already so long and rambly. Despair I love you I love you I love you I love you. mouah.

#*leaning against a closet labeled Sinful Thoughts* haha what do you mean 'nsft thoughts about despair' I definitely dont have those #MSNDMSDNMNMDA #GOD <333 DESPAIR I LOOOOVE YOUUUUU #SMDSNMDS SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG MY DISEASES (TM) WERE BEATING ME UP #alas. effects of PCOS on Little Guys #UGHHH DESPAIR BABY <33 I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU #the sandman (netflix) #the sandman #the sandman (comic) #despair of the endless #despair x reader #despair of the endless x reader #MSDSMD WAS ANY OF THIS INTELLIGABLE??? SMDS #or. in character. unsure. I may have taken some liberties. who knows what diseases have infested my mind. MSNDMS #I WILL LITERALLY RAMBLE ABOUT DESPAIRSMOOCHING UNTIL THESE HANDS NO LONGER WORK SO LIKE. GO NUTS IN MY INBOX Y'ALL #WHO KNOWS WHEN I'LL GET TO EM BUT BY GOLLY ILL GET TO EM- #ENNIEWAEZ #THIS WAS MORE. VAGUE STUFF. #if u want specifics or for me to elaborate on some points. i ABSOLUTELY WILL #ANYWAYS ANYWAYS. GOD IM SO SHY TO POST THIS. RUNS AWAY AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA #POST POST POST BEFORE I CHANGE MY MIND A OGUOGUGHHGE-

[coffee-at-annies]

F, N, T?

F - What’s the longest you’ve ever been in a fandom?

Well this is the hockey sideblog and I’ve been active over here since around 2017. I transitioned from omgcp and yuri on ice to primarily hockey around 2018-2020 and I’ve been here since. There’s fluctuations in interest and my levels of fandom participation but y’know it’s weird being able to say I’ve actively been here for around 5 years.

For passive fandom I’ve been a fan of dc/teen titans since the OG cartoon and when they rebooted teen titans after Donna’s death. So like I’ve been a passive Tim Drake+ fan for some 15-20 years, I’m just not active in dc comics fandom outside of like reading fanfic. Idk if I could call that my longest fandom since I’m not creating any content. If reading a thing counts I’ve also been actively reading Girl Genius for over 10 years.

N - Name three things you wish you saw more or in your main fandom (or a fandom of choice).

*stares deep into the middle distance and contemplates how much I want to whack the hornets nest* Hope you’re prepared for more hockey.

More love/interest for non-superstar players. Everyone has their guy, their blorbo, their favorite, but that’s very frequently the big guys on the team y’know. The emotional support depth forward or third D deserves love too

This feels very silly since I’m talking about professional sports but a thing I see people struggling with when posting about sports online is emotional regulation in regards to losses. Watching your special guys lose sucks. The serotonin broadcast didn’t make the happy win chemical. It can be worse if you spent money to see it live. That’s hard to deal with. I repeat, it’s really hard to deal with if you’re new to it and deep in the hyperfixation. I’ve struggled with it myself. The place I see issues is that some people make that others’ problem either by doomspiraling or baiting. It’s not the job of a stranger on the internet to tell you how to manage your emotions and expectations. Losing happens. Losing streaks happen. How you deal with it is a reflection on you. I understand that sometimes we get folks who are experiencing baby’s first fandom and haven’t figured out how not to make their emotions everyone else’s problem, but it’s an absolutely essential skill in any fandom or interpersonal context.

This is aimed at the more fannish side of things but I wish there was more variation. I see a lot of team mom and nesting omega jokes and I’m like why is it always the same person getting written as feminized/sub/bottom/omega. Why are we recreating cishet gender nonsense for mlm ships? Where’s the alpha/alpha? The switching? Why does everything have to be rigid? Where’s the fluidity in who does what? In interpretations? Where is the fluidity of human sexuality? I feel like people are sometimes holding so tightly to a headcanon that they forget to be playful with it. Or maybe the tightness is the playfulness and that’s how you see the guy. It doesn’t match up with how I see them but that’s fine. I just feel like there’s so much emphasis on getting it right that we aren’t exploring what else right could look like.

T - Do you have any hard and fast headcanons that you will die defending?

Oh tons. I’ve partaken in “he would not fucking say that” a bunch. There’s lots of stuff for any number of fandoms that are tightly held and I’ll die on this hill. I’m also very flexible most of the time. I’m both very specific about my headcanons and also willing to change based on what’s going on. I contain multitudes and so does fandom.

Heck occasionally I have two ride or die headcanons that are contradictory because thats just how it is sometimes. I’m trying to think of an example but I’m not coming up with anything specific. The joy of fandom is defending my headcanons to the death and then getting up and finding another hill to die on. Fandom should be about joy and play. If it doesn’t spark joy I should figure out why and what I can do about it and move on. No use dwelling on a thing that isn’t making me happy unless it’s like an angst headcanon in which case I’m getting joy from the saddness.

Letter Asks

#asks answered #sexysmeagolshitposting #idk if you were expecting the hockey but oh well #rpf mention

[robinsnest2111]

I wanted to let you know I'm perfectly okay with you posting your response to my other ask - and this one - publicly.

Also, the German Guilt™ is bullshit and needs to go. I feel so bad for everyone over there; y'all rarely show much national pride anymore unless it's for a sporting event. Germans have just as much right to feel proud of their heritage as anybody else. (Heaven knows we Americans show plenty of it😂) I'd venture to say the majority of people understand the regime was one of those things that takes special circumstances to even happen. One of those 'the planets have to align just so' type events. It was a different era; a different political climate altogether. Those who still throw slurs are uneducated idiots. Ignore 'em, call 'em a dummkopf...whatever floats your boat.😄 Same applies to any other Germans who might be reading this.

But yeah, the war ended 78 years ago, our countries have been close allies for decades, etc. It's time to let the past go. Remembering it in order to prevent atrocities from happening again is fine. Continuously feeling guilty over the actions of people who are long dead, however, is not. If y'all could survive the absolute chaos that was the Weimar Republic, you guys can handle this too.🇺🇲💜🇩🇪

(I would have sent all of this to you in a message, but you only allow messages from Tumblrs you follow.)

thank you for your kind and encouraging words

idk about my fellow Germans, but for me national pride is a very difficult subject. the war may be long over and the regime smashed, but if you look closely, its ghost is still present in many parts of daily life, society, and power structures here. Still so much to change and improve.

The ones yelling the loudest for a comeback of traditions, culture and national pride are very obviously aligned with far right conservative ideology, purity of the German people and other such harmful nonsense and paint a very narrow-minded and hate-filled picture of what they consider German culture, traditions and values. All while stealing and misusing other cultures' symbols and traditions for their goals.

Personally, I've never been shown or taught much of anything about regional (and national) history, traditions and culture apart from the shameful role we played in the 30s and 40s. There's not much to be proud of from my current point of view.

[All of this makes enjoying or being interested in any media that involves this era, no matter if the nazis are painted as fools and losers in a comedic light or as evil Bad Guys in a more serious way, even objective deep dive documentaries, feel dangerous and forbidden. Other Germans don't shy away from occasionally making fun of Hitler and the Nazis, idk why it is so difficult for me. Maybe because the lines between humour, education and glorification are so damn blurry, can turn into a slippery slope so fast, you cannot look into other people's brains and know the true motivations behind their actions, and I've never been good at navigating all this.]

Anyway, maybe I need to dig deep into local archives and do some research myself. Find some pieces of light (local folklore, everyday history, smaller lesser known traditions, etc.) underneath the dark heavy blanket of Germany's national past. Try to differentiate and balance it out in my brain. Find nuance. To quiet the part of my mind that keeps shouting "IT'S ALL CONNECTED AAAHHHH!" whenever I think about German history and culture, cause and effect, etc.

As always, this is only how I personally feel and think about this in this moment, I'm obviously NOT speaking for all of the German people!

#frau wilhelm klink #ask robin #if i think about this any longer my brain will short circuit and i'll only be able to yell in desperation orz #PEACE AND LOVE ON PLANET EARTH I AM BEGGING ON MY KNEES

[alyjojo]

The Person On Your Mind in April 🐓 2023 - Taurus

Whole of their energy towards Taurus: 4 Swords

There are games being played on both sides with this person, it really feels like a toxic connection that you’re trying to leave. You may be trying to leave, but this person “isn’t done with you”, and as ick as that sounds, that’s the vibe that’s here. Idk who they think they are, possibly someone you go to for money, and that could be the hold they have over you. They definitely have some hold on you. They see you as someone completely done with them, healing, working on yourself, and wanting nothing to do with their impulsive & immature in-and-out bs, because you’ve told them this flat out, Ace of Swords.

Feelings: The Moon rev

This person knows you know something about them that causes you not to stress about this ending, their “hold” isn’t as strong as it probably was, and I’m not sure what they did exactly, but because of this they seem to be changing their tactics. LOL like you’re just gonna let them go? THEM?? The ego on this person is just…cringe. They gotta go. You seem to know that, but then you’re also acting out of shadow, which means you’re stooping to their level, biting the bait, maybe setting your own idk, you do play into their “mastermind” nonsense. Which is why they do it. They seem to think they know you better than you do. Yikes @ all of this. Sending you lot of virtual hugs and validating every yikes you’ve had with this one, you’re right, you gotta work on your own shadows too no lie, but I don’t see you doing this, they are.

Intentions: 10 Wands

They intend to purposely burden you, manipulate you, fk with your head, confuse you, and have you eating out of the palm of their hands. They could be someone that likes to “break up” a lot, just to make you devastated, with no actual intention to leave or actually let you go. Something about this game feeds their ego, and something about you is giving this to them. That has to be what this reading is for, so you can see this for what it is. This person is bs.

Actions: 9 Pentacles rev

As an action, they are going to do what they intend, but how that looks to you is seeming noncommittal, acting like they don’t care, they don’t need you, they’ve got everything handled just fine. Could be acting like they’re doing well materially, idk if they think that bothers you or something but they could be splurging on…stupid purchases honestly, things they can’t afford, just to prove a point to you. They aren’t giving you ANY of their energy, affections, probably communication. They just act like they’re bored and they don’t care 😌 Oh, they care, a whole lot, enough to try to manipulate your emotions into doing what they want you to do. Which is probably crying, overreacting, throwing yourselves at them because you need them or are upset. What a creep. I get no significators for this person and I can’t gauge them or even who they are to you. But it’s not good. It’s up to you to see that and be like “oh you don’t care? Okay!“ *exit stage left* 👻 Throw it away.

Messages:

Their side:

- I can see RIGHT through you.

- Mind Games 🤯

Your side:

- We are too different.

- Shadow Self 😈

Possible signs:

Sagittarius, Cancer, Virgo, Gemini & Taurus

If you’re dealing with:

The Emperor shows you being a person not to mess with tbh, you’re the sort of person that takes things very seriously, at least in this time frame, and you adhere to a specific standard of rules, discipline, method or behavioral pattern. As an example for others. With the rest of your reading and how you seem to fit in all of this, you could be working on getting your shit together, at least as how you’re presenting yourself to others around you.

Aries - happy to be nostalgic with you, you could be talking about old times and reminiscing, this is a good connection

Taurus - worried whether they’ve wasted their time or not when it comes to you

Gemini - has a lot of deep hidden love they either aren’t expressing or feel helpless about

Cancer - definitely a soulmate & you two are a very passionate & confident pair

Leo - there is a very shocking and disappointing situation with them and possibly a mother and/or children, a breakup, deep sadness here 😞

Virgo - a lot of communication about them, something really good is happening regarding your work or theirs

Libra - still being a mind gamey jackass and there’s no progress with that, and won’t be, don’t bother

Scorpio - defensive over you moving on to something new, because they’re still committed to and love you, or that’s switched

Sagittarius - nice to you, giving and fair towards you, but being Hermity and kinda antisocial right now for whatever reason

Capricorn - doesn’t know whether they should keep the grudges they hold on to, or whether you have some against them, or who is wrong for what or what is even right anymore…🤷‍♀️ Can’t communicate for ish.

Aquarius - moving away from any drama, it’s been very painful for them and they’re guarded with you from here on out

Pisces - heartbroken by something they feel you did or they think they know something about you that hurts them, but no one speaks so who cares? Clarified - The World - it’s over.

#taurus tarot reading #person on your mind #april 2023 #Taurus #tarot

[savvythepirate]

Nordic Winter

Pairing: Jack Sparrow x reader

Warnings: None

Requested by: @hahajkjkmfs

The Request:

May I request something where the reader is from a nordic/generally cold country while its winter and Jack takes takes them there? I bet its kinda hot in the caribbean so its like a pretty new experience yk a lot of snow and stuff for Jack and his crew and maybe they do something fun in the snow and the reader shows them around or something like that? :D

Simply put Jack and his crew experience a nordic winter and the reader kinda has to explain certain things to them, maybe tells them a few stories or just something about their country and whats it like there in the north and the crew is like ”:0”.

Idk I think that would be funny since Im from a nordic country myself & I suck at imagining how Jack would react to tons of snow, cold and all that haha.

***

Ever since the first snow print Jack and his crew had ad made, they all wanted to turn around right in that same moment.

For a moment, they all took a look at their surroundings and deciding this colder environment must have gone from abandoned before becoming completely uninhabitable. The crew had was in the search of treasure that held great values, before Jack could take another step forward, Gibbs grabs hold of his shoulder as he tries to convince him that maybe this place wasn’t the best idea to be looking for valued treasures before suggesting that it they would have better luck if they went back to the Black Pearl and return to the Caribbean where it was warm.

Jack looked around once more, as if he was really putting a lot of thought into Gibb’s suggestion. Of course when he puts some thoughts into it, it ends up in disagreeing with Gibbs before demanding to move forward while talking to them with as much motive as possible.

“Don’t be such a coward, mate. You’re forgetting that this is practically no man’s land we’re on. Now come on and start searching what we came here for.” Jack commands before moving ahead of his team.

With slight hesitation, they follow behind, as no one was prepared for the cold weather, but with each complaint that Jack heard following behind him, he would stop and scold, giving them pep talks before pressing forward once more.

Jack would sometimes say, that the more they put effort walking in the deep snow, the more they would stay warm. All that he could think about while trekking through the deep snow, what had become of this land that it needed to be left behind, possibly for good? What was its purpose? Was it different back in the day of the early settlers trying to make a land their home? Maybe this could even be what was leftover from the ice age era, or perhaps he was just overthinking things in a wishful thinking, as it was a bunch of nonsense. Nothing was going to put a stop for him from moving forward and explore until he rules it out as basically a dead end of their journey in this cold god forsaken ice world. Confident that no one was occupying these old rundown homes, he went in ahead, finding the doors unlocked in every decaying homes that were left behind for some reason. Each one they walked into had the all too familiar smell of death, and when you smell death, you never forget it.

It was a smell so strong, it could almost be tasted as they breath in the homes, or what was left of the homes anyway which wasn’t much. Some of them had looked more damaging then others, and Jack Sparrow couldn’t deny the fact it was a saddening sight to see as they continue walking through each one, each one up until the last one.

The last home is where they would find you, huddled to a corner, wrapped in a thin blanket and near a dirty fire pit that looks it hasn’t been used in years. While walking through them, it was easy to know that the homeless had crashed here as they couldn’t find anything else more decent to stay in for shelter. So far, no treasure had been discovered, unearthed and they found no sign of life by far as it seemed to be ruled out as a ragged ghost town you wouldn’t dare step foot in unless you were like a professional idiot because you wouldn’t see the dangers that could be hidden anywhere, and sometimes even just below the ground you’d been standing on. They found no one around at all, so you could only imagine how much of a shock it gave them when they found you cramped up in the last home, huddling in the far corner, almost hugging it with a thin blanket wrapped around you, and a poorly lightened fire just a few feet away.

You weren’t quite sure how long it has been since you had last encountered an actual person like you, or even a pirate. It was frightening to say the least, as they were complete strangers to you. Once you had relaxed they were in fact, pirates, frightened you more and began to huddle back once again into the corner, placing your face in between your knees as if it would make them go away. Soon you find yourself begging them to go away, saying they can take whatever they want just as long as they don’t harm you. It had you sounding like you were pleading for your life, asking them to leave you alone, despite of you already living a hellish one already which in this case, you basically are.

But they didn’t, instead, you feel one approach you with such caution before sliding down the wall to sit next to you, gently introducing himself.

“Jack Sparrow, and you are?”

“(Y/n) (L/n).” You whisper.

“Well (Y/n), you seem to be the only one here, why is that?”

You begin to quiver in slight fear as he asks you that and you try scooting away from him again before he stops you.

“Listen, I’m not here to hurt you. I just want to know.” Jack informs you.

That seemed to have helped to settled you a little, until he notices you looking up behind him at the feast of his crew.

“They aren’t going to hurt you or do anything. They’re with me, you have nothing to worry about.”

Reluctantly, you nod in response before giving him your complete story. Having Jack finding a difficult thought of leaving you behind in this cold environment, a norodic winter and invites you to come along.

You uncertain of the invitation at first because you were just too cautious. You have alway wanted to explore the world and this may be your only chance and opportunity that’s being handed out for you to take. That’s what made it more tempting, but was stopping you was the fact that you’ve just only met Jack Sparrow and his crew, and it was unclear to you if you should trust them or not. Going against your better judgment, you begin asking him timidly where you would be headed if you agreed to go with them. Jack mentions the hotspot of the Caribbean island where it’s like summer all year, crystal blue water to go wade in if you wanted to. Despite of tropical storms could come through unexpectedly, you put a lot of thought after being told all that before making up your mind to go and join them. All it truly was you listening to what your heart was telling you to do, and so, you followed it and climbed aboard the Black Pearl.

On the way on course, you couldn’t help but think of how nice a change of scenery and weather would be, as it would be warmer then what you were used to. After agreeing to tag along, you didn’t realize how long it would take you to get there by boat, as it took about three days timing and the ship didn’t carry any entertainment to make the all the remaining time go by faster, but you made it through. During the journey, Jack would ask you more questions about your former residence and why it was all abandoned and that you were the only one there from where they picked you up from.

These questions were easy for you to give him answers, and you were honest with each answer given to him. But when he asked you why once more, why you were the only sign of life there, it was difficult to process and answer, as you really didn’t know what happened to your people or where they might have fled off too.

“Are you serious? They left and no one came back for you?”

“That’s right, it’s almost as if they assumed I was dead somewhere.”

“Well, you’re definitely not dead.”

“That’s right, so I just stayed where I was in that hellish Nordic winter, bitter cold winds. I’m surprised I still have my fingers and toes to be honest.”

“Is it that cold all year round?”

“I want to say yes, because it certainly feels that way. But in the long run, the winter starts in mid to end April and makes it’s last days in October. The coldest days of the year, the coldest place on the planet I would say.”

Jack was stunned, unsure of what to say next. You gave a small chuckle to break the awkward silence as he turns his attention back to you, looking almost annoyed.

“What is it?”

“Just the look on your face.”

“Just you wait, rookie, just you wait. Once we get to the Caribbean Islands, it’s my turn to get a kick out of your reaction.”

Which only causes you to laugh before saying much more of anything.

“We shall see how it plays out, Sparrow. We shall see.”

“We shall.” He repeats.

You continue to follow behind him and your new to a warmer environment.

That was where you found your happiness. A happiness you had longed for that you now finally have. Not realizing that it’s you who deserve it then most people. That was where you found your happiness, you had longed for you could finally have.

It was pure happiness, all you ever wanted.

***

Requests: OPEN

@savvythepirate

#jack sparrow imagines #jack sparrow imagine #jack sparrow x reader #jack sparrow #hector barbossa imagines #hector barbossa imagine #hector barbossa x reader #hector barbossa #davy jones imagines #davy jones imagine #davey jones x reader #davy jones #pirates of the caribbean imagine davy jones #pirates of the caribbean imagines #pirates of the caribbean imagine #pirates of the caribbean x reader #pirates of the carribean #i take requests #requests wanted #requests are welcome #requests are open #taking requests #requested #request #requests #ask box #ask box is open #send in an ask

[filthyopmusings]

MarAceSab but the pseudo-incest is kind of the point

under the cut for said pseudo-incest and daddy kink (also length because I can’t shut up lol)

modern au probably idk it doesn’t matter that much

So Ace and Sabo kinda always had a thing for each other growing up, but never talked about it since they’re adopted brothers and that’s wrong, plus they’re sure the other will be disgusted if he ever finds out that his brother is secretly jacking off fantasizing about him.

Nothing changes until they meet Marco and both pretty much instantly fall for him. Now it’s important that they did grow up as brothers, because not only do they instantly realize the other is into the same guy, they also don’t reach an agreement about it, they just start flirting with Marco as much as they can and compete for his attention.

Marco is maybe a bit taken aback by their efforts but also charmed pretty quickly, so eventually he’s just like “Alright you got me, I’ll go out with you.” To which Ace and Sabo go “Wait, which one of us?”

And poor Marco is so confused because like, he meant both of them? They tried to get him to like them together, and they’re clearly in love with each other as well, why would he only want one of them?

When he says that, Ace and Sabo finally actually have to talk about the fact that they love each other and would love to bang. It’s awkward as hell but at least it ends in a make-out session so really they’re winning.

The two of them don’t take long to fuck from there, and they invite Marco to watch, can’t let him feel left out now that they got him to go out with them.

Besides, they each sleep with him right after because why wait? Patience isn’t exactly their strong suit.

All of them are kinda kinky so it really doesn’t take long for Ace and Sabo to start referring to Marco as ‘daddy’ during sex. Marco’s so good at it, too, the perfect mixture of gentle and strict, always there to pamper good boys and punish bad boys.

For a while, Marco kind of lets them dance around the fact that they’re brothers during sex, but eventually, he decides that’s nonsense. None of them have a problem with it, and in fact, they’re already focusing on that familial connection with the daddy kink. If he’s both of their daddy, they’re brothers. It only makes sense.

Neither of them wants to admit they could see their brotherhood as a kink, though, so Marco just sets out to prove it to them.

Gets in daddy mode, tells them to get each other off, and just starts referring to them as brothers and pointing out how well they know each other because they’re brothers. Goes like, “Look, Ace is balls deep in you Sabo, you’re loving it, and he’s your brother. Are you gonna deny that?” because he knows damn well neither of them would ever deny being brothers it’s too important to them.

Also Marco specifically praises Ace for being such a good older brother, taking care of Sabo so well. Ace has a praise kink anyway but he can’t deny he likes hearing it, and as soon as Marco makes him admit it, he then asks Sabo he should tell Ace as well.

It takes Sabo a bit, and his face is burning red, but eventually he says “Thank you for taking such good care of me, O-nii-chan” and they both come on the spot from it. Marco takes the time to smugly say “I told you so” before going into aftercare mode.

From then on, Marco refers to them as brothers whenever he can, and uses this new dynamic for some fun new dynamics. Like telling Ace he needs to set a good example for his younger brother to get him to behave.

Sabo is the one who misbehaves more often, mostly because he’s into heavier punishments than Ace is, but now Marco always makes Sabo brace himself somewhere with one hand while getting punished, and reach out the other for Ace to hold. It’s both a comfort for Sabo while Marco hits him with a hairbrush or a big spoon until he cries, while also its own kind of punishment because Sabo is constantly aware he made his big brother worry about him.

It takes Ace and Sabo a bit longer until they start leaning into that dynamic too, but Sabo discovers he can get Ace to do just about anything if he just says “Please, O-nii-chan?” and makes his cutest face. Ace always grumbles when Sabo does that but can he resist? Absolutely not.

In turn, Ace can pull the “I’m the older brother so I’m in charge” card whenever Marco isn’t around.

But they still also behave just like brothers do and like they always have. Will still compete for Marco’s attention and rat each other out and get into the silliest fights. Marco will watch them with a fond smile until they annoy him and then make sure they get back on track and actually listen to him.

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