#this is what u envision too :3

[hwaitham]

⸝⸝ ˙˳ ⑅ first piece of marginalia ( of many , hopefully :3 ) about eremite!al haitham && akademiya student!reader ♥︎ f!reader + not proofread + subtly implied trauma on both reader n haitham's end

you first meet the eremite who's to serve as your bodyguard throughout your research expedition on the day of your departure, at your designated meeting spot under the pavilion in pardis dhyai. its stone pillars cascade with vines of sumeru roses that shine a sweet lavender hue under the morning sun— one of which you've plucked and tucked into your hair earlier, leaning over the railing to gaze at your reflection in the pond and smile at the beauty of it.

(and a petal which has unknowingly slipped off and fallen to rest ever so delicately within the dip of your clavicle.)

“al haitham, yes? um, hello!” you greet the eremite as he walks into the pavilion with a quiet waver to your voice, bow respectfully, try to still the timid pitter-patters of your heart that only seem to worsen the longer you're in his presence.

because this man standing before you is large— tall, broad, as stunning as the pale blue moon. his upper body is strapped with tough sinew and yet his waist remains lean, torso mostly bare save for the pashmina shawl draped about his neck and the worn leather holster slung across his chest.

and he's silent. offering you only a small bow in return before giving you a quick once over, gait unhurried as he takes one, two long strides to stand by your side. it's an arduous task to bring yourself to look up at his face, but you do— lips parting in awe when you realise he's unlike any other desert eremite you've met before.

the trimmed red silk tied around his head shelters only one of his eyes.

how interesting, you think to yourself, for what you know of desert eremites is that they are convinced all things betray, even their own sight.

you bite your tongue to stop the questions that bubble and ebb at the forefront of your throat from tumbling past your lips, the innate scholarly need to learn and dissect and digest and know. a surprised little squeak escapes you instead when he turns his head and catches you staring, meeting your curious eyes with technicoloured cyan.

“is something the matter?”

“no, not at all! i'm sorry, i didn't mean to stare,” you flush hot under the intensity of his gaze, play with the flouncy sleeve of your blouse while you giggle nervously. you're unsure whether it's his size, or his beauty, or his quiet dominance that makes you feel much more shy than you'd like to feel, far too giddy— as if you're a little girl back in grade school.

“alright. shall we get going then? we're losing daylight with each second that passes.” al haitham holds a hand out in front of you, waiting expectantly.

you tilt your head in confusion and pout. what's he asking for? a tip? your hand?

“your bags?” he heaves a sigh, rests his other hand on his hip. you feel a hint of irritation in his words, and your heart wilts a little, “did you want me to carry them?”

“oh!” you exclaim in realisation before hoisting your travel bags further up your shoulders, force a reassuring smile on your lips. “it's okay, i couldn't possibly ask that of you. i can handle it myself, really!”

that couldn't be further from the truth, and al haitham sees right through it, with your shoulders hunched forward from the leaden weight of your bags slung atop them, the wince in your step as you walk towards the pathway, how you nearly topple over when you lose the slightest bit of balance.

“hey,” he pinches his brow, a certain roughness in his voice when he calls out to you that withers into something more gentle, tender after you turn to look at him. sweet and innocent and dewy-eyed. like a flower too frail, one whose stem may snap clean off if looked at the wrong way. “let me take them.”

al haitham doesn't allow you to protest, swiftly lifting your bags from your shoulders and holding onto them with ease, their weight nothing compared to what he's had to endure throughout the entirety of his life.

“it's my job to take care of you these next few weeks, and i intend to do it well.” he walks ahead of you, the longer mint strands of his hair swaying with the wind, the air around him lifting into something lighter— even if it's only by the most minute amount. “besides, you'll tip me generously if i do, won't you?"

his voice lilts mischievously, and you can only bring yourself to watch on in awe. nerves melting into excitement, cheeks warming not from timidness, but anticipation of what lies ahead in the next month— for your research, yes, but also for something closer to your heart.

a companion, a friend.

you smile a smile that reaches far past your eyes, bounding up to him with those clumsy fawn legs as you try to match his pace. two of your steps for one of his own. “of course i will, thank you so, so much! and i'll do my best to keep from making trouble for you— it'll make your job easier too, i hope!”

al haitham hesitates for a brief moment when you thank him so earnestly, so wholeheartedly, so unlike any of the other scholars he'd been commissioned to act as a guard for. with your smile so cloyingly sweet and your kindness so childishly naive, he can't help but feel a bit grim.

how much violence did it take for you to become this gentle?

the faintest of smiles— honeysuckle soft— curls up on his lips and he gives your head a single pat, sweeps the spare rose petal off of your clavicle, quietly wonders what he's gotten himself into by accepting this commission.

“silly girl. come, let's get going.”

#haitham ❤︎ #&(*^&@)*(&& hieeee ! ! omgeeb so 🥺 this is how i imagine reader n haitham to meet in this au . . #i rllie like imagining alhaitham w someone who is more . . . gentle n naive n almost timid ?? like despite all The Horrors they are still #not worn down by it all ( or so it seems C; ) n remain tender towards the world #bcos . as we know . alhaitham is . . not exactly that . he is much more guarded n cautious after experiences frm his own life #+ also seeing what happens to others #so putting him with his ' diametric antithesis ' jus sounds rllie precious in my eyes 🥺🥺 #how they cn learn frm each other ! show each other something they've never seen before 🥺 #maybe fall a little in love in the process . . . WAAAH #anws :3 anywhosies :3 this is what this au is all about :3 n i hope ! ! ! i hope #if / when i continue to post lil blurbs about it #this is what u envision too :3 #WAH ! #um um um ! ! 🥺 if u like this au or wnt to see more of it . . . then may i selfishly ask u to interact with this post ?? #even a like is fine ! ! or u can tell me too ! #'s just to gauge interest bcos rn i dont weally knowwww if anyone is interested in this besides like . #Me ><

[honeytonedhottie]

feminine body language⋆.ೃ࿔*:･🧁

90% of communication is body language, the mind is connected to the body. body language is so important to how u perceive urself and how others perceive you <3

DISCLAIMER : everything in this post is things i've noticed, and other girls have too, its little tips and tricks on how to be more feminine with ur body language if u wanna apply then do you but if this doesn't resonate with u then u dont have to take it~

UR WALK :

ur walk is what ppl see when u walk into a room, and when u walk with confidence you literally FEEL confident. the most feminine thing to do when walking is walking with ur hips.

the best way for it to become natural is with practice and repetition ofc. practice walking in front of ur mirror, the point of this is to have open hips. if ur hips r open, then walking with ur hips will be easy peasy.

the more flexible u are, the more naturally and organically walking with ur hips will be, i recommend yoga and hip mobility exercises.

POSTURE :

envision that u have a string attached to the head of ur spine and its pulling u up, kind of like a puppet lol. walk with ur back straight and ur chin parallel to the floor. also, keep ur shoulders back and ur chest out.

some ways to help practice posture is by using back trainers, pilates, and ofc yoga

WHAT NOT TO DO :

dont ever walk into a room with ur head down

HAND GESTURES :

a feminine thing to do is talking with ur hands, using hand or bodily gestures to express urself while communicating, is literally scientifically proven to add emphasis and structure when u talk.

the main thing i've learned about when researching feminine hand gestures is tilting ur head when ur listening or thinking, touching ur arms or neck etc.

movements should always be SLOW, dont be rushed, slow down ur speaking, walking, bodily gestures, etc. take ur time and collect ur thoughts, dont be in a rush and dont let ur thoughts be all over the place. its all about control.

OBVIOUSLY dont over-do it but u get my point right?

EYE CONTACT :

practice eye contact, ik its a bit weird if ur not used to it but genuinely give it a try if u want <3

#becoming that girl #it girl #self care #self love #that girl #it girl energy #girl blog #hyper femininity #divine feminine #femininity #girlblogging #dream girl

[mikodrawnnarratives]

*cracks knuckles* @paper-lilypie

WEDDING BELLS YALL

and brainrot. I've been sketching these ideas out for like, a year. And done nothing with them until this point

this has been festering. in my mind.

*note: I didn't get around to drawing it, but I imagine Sun, Moon, and Y/n say their vows at the Bell place thingie that I need to reread in the fic. Y'know, the place Moon climbs up to, to get away from y/n. Yeh they declare their love up there and smoochies*

I should really reread that bit actually lol

Before moving forward, I'm gonna rant about outfits

this is the outfit that I base Sun and Moon's wedding look on because I just think it fits so well. I share this so you guys see the vision and forgive my inexperience with drawing these folds

Cool? cool.

Also, I went through several variations of what Y/n would wear before settling on this bc nothing that came up when I searched "gender neutral wedding gear" really fit

Wanted a mix between gown and suit and y'know this ended up being more suit but I like it a lot so we're going with that. It also came to me in a vision so that has to say something.

(Ok but I did envision Y/n having a dress similar to this one character's dress in Bad Guys but I couldn't draw it so I scrapped it)

(ok some details stayed but most of the concept had to go)

so like- you see it right?

Btw. All of them (including guests) have pockets. just. to ease your mind.

ok back to actually drawn wedding shenanigans

Because, there are many, wedding shenanigans

Y'know the trend of smashing wedding cake into the bride/groom/wedded partner's face right?

There's no way this wouldn't escalate and y/n wouldn't enlist their siblings in the chaos.

They'll get like- one or two good wedding pics before this.

the cake tasted good tho

Let me just say. I am so proud of how I did these hands I'm oogling my own art I did so good GHGHHHHHHFDS

I like??? Want to do more?????

cuties shenanigans below they are obnoxious and they know it

By the way by the way you may notice the flower dress

I WILL be getting around to Lily x DCA STUFF I WILL

Tho I got busy and had a really hard time drawing/finishing sketches when I did have time so. I chose to post what I have so far so it's out before November ends

CONSIDER THIS A PART 1

LILY YOU ARE NOT SAFE

well Ig u are safe

for nowwwww

Bouquet toss real

fun fact I initially wanted to draw Sun, Moon, and Copper y/n tossing the bouquet together

but their arm lengths would NOT make that work kjfdkljsdklj

so y/n tosses the bouquet bc they are the specialest

(Or they won the round of monopoly)

(who's to say)

(we don't talk about game night)

But all three of them are the criminal. masterminds. They planned this from the start. Holly and Chica HAD NO CHANCE after the role they played in getting Y/N AND SUN AND MOON together.

I think this video would also be something cute that I could see happening for their wedding lol

Y/n and the daycare attendants hand the bouquet to Holly and then she gets proposed to by Chica

Anyway I still have a whole list of wedding shenanigans I need to draw

Sarah and Yao being some because when I tried before I couldn't sketch them out to my liking.

And the more CCRT gets expanded on, the more I'm sure will be present in their wedding since there are only 3 chapters out so far and enough art for me to make my guesses dlkkldsf

I'm sure there are plenty of fun things that can be included into this wedding, or edited, once more is revealed of the characters and their relationships

and who would be wedding guests is a little more up in the air, for instance and... who'd be able to show up in the first place considering unknown state of... living

(*cough cough*-Glamrock Foxy-*cough cough*)

...and being on good terms! thats.. important too. y'know moon and foxy weren't really exes but it may still be a bit awkward if he got invited y'know yknow

#also I apologize for making moon and sun relatively the same size as y/n in the first image #once I realized it was too late #I'll make up for it later I prommy #post fire au #ccrt fanart #dcamv #daycare attendant multiverse #my art #MDN art tag #sun x reader #moon x reader #holly x chica #chica x holly #ccrt Holly #ccrt Thomas #ccrt Bakely #ccrt Maes #fnaf sun #fnaf moon #fnaf chica #ccrt #glamrock chica #copper cogs rusted through #copper cogs rusted through fanart #art: copper cogs rusted through #fnaf sb #fnaf au #security breach au #eclipse x reader #fnaf eclipse

[hannieehaee]

omg first of all i want to say that i love your writing, you’re amazing 😫

secondly, i saw that you opened your request for 1k followers, so i was wondering if you could do and angst-to-fluff reaction including hip hop unit? the specific one i had in my mind was about finding out that you’re pregnant and some initial anger/shock/disbelief coming from the boys, but i totally understand if you won’t do it, because i know not everyone may be comfortable with this topic. if so, feel free to ignore it or do whatever else you want 🫶🏼

lots of love, anon 🥰

finding out you're pregnant - hhu

hhu, vu, pu

content: mentions of pregnancy, mentions of marriage, established relationship, initial negative reactions, fluffy outcome for all of them.

wc: 635

a/n: thank u so much for ur kind words anon T-T and tysm for requesting!! sorry i took so long ;-; it was a lil hard for me to gauge a negative reaction out of them tbh i like to assume theyd be supportive straight away but i hope u liked what i came up with anyway <3

masterlist

seungcheol -

he had always wanted to be a dad. it was one of his biggest dreams ever since he could remember. the moment he met you, he was sure he wanted to be the father of your children, often even daydreaming about it whenever he'd see you play family with him and kkuma. he was unsure as to why his first reaction upon you skeptically telling him you might be pregnant was to ice you out. he felt like a total asshole, not knowing how else to react to such life-changing news. he knew it was just the initial shock of it. he did want kids. he was ecstatic. he was just too shocked to react properly, hurting your feelings in the process.

it would take him a lot of apologizing to get you to forgive him for bis stupidity, having grown terrified that he mightve been mad at the news. he'd reassure you that he was happier than ever, almost crying at the thought of a daughter to raise with the love of his life. would eternally feel guilty he had made you doubt how much he'd love a family with you even for a second.

wonwoo -

this was all he had ever wanted ever since the two of you got together. he had immediately envisioned a family with you, a house, a long future together. he would've unfortunately reacted a bit too shocked at the news when you had first broke them to him. it was just .. you hadn't planned it. yes, he wanted it, but he didn't think it'd come this soon in your relationship. he would be initially too shocked to show any genuine happiness at it. in no way would he express disappointment or any negative feeling, but his lack of enthusiasm would have you rethinking things.

it wouldn't be until later in the day when he'd snap at himself, realizing how good these news were. would uncharacteristically begin getting emotional from how happy he was at the prospect of starting a family with you, apologizing for not showing his true emotions to you immediately after hearing the news.

mingyu -

he'd enter a state of shock, which was very out of character for the usually excitable man. his immediate lack of reaction would have you retracting, feeling like you'd somehow done something wrong. he'd immediately feel terrible about it, lightheartedly reassuring you that he was happy about it and that he'd support you no matter what.

i feel like he'd be the type to ponder over it for a few days, probably even coming to the conclusion of proposing to you if he knew you decided to have the baby. at that point he'd be happier than ever to know he was now starting a family with you.

vernon -

he was still so young. yeah, he wanted to be a dad, specially to your children, but he was at the height of his career, meaning that the time he was home was already limited as it was. he had always assumed he'd get to have a few years off after being an idol for as long as he was, allowing him to lock himself away and start a family with you. this was not how he planned it, something he had stupidly let you know when you told him the news, completely forgetting to tell you how incredibly happy the news of starting a family with you made him.

he'd feel devastated at the dejection in your demeanor after his stupid reaction, immediately backtracking and telling you how happy he was, how badly he wanted to start a family with you. there would be a lot of hurdles considering his life, but he would be willing to go through all of them if it meant building a family with you.

#seventeen fanfic #seventeen x reader #svt fanfic #seventeen #svt x reader #svt #seventeen imagine #seventeen oneshot #seventeen reactions #svt reactions #seventeen angst #svt angst #seventeen fluff #svt fluff #seventeen imagines #svt imagines

[subskz]

thoughts on bratty channie? it’s waaaayyyy out of character for him, so i wanna hear your take on it. i just want to degrade him and call him my little slut instead of the usual praise…just curious on how he’d take that…hehe

ohh a very good question…i agree it’s always been difficult for me to envision channie as a brat bc he’s just so prime obedient puppy angel who wants nothing more than to please you! your praise is all he needs to do whatever you ask of him without question, so he’d rarely feel the need to act out when being your good boy comes so naturally to him and is so rewarding for him! i also think he’d prefer to be a soft sub a lot of the time, so seeking punishment isn’t always smth he’d try to do bc he’d rather be taken care of

that being said he does definitely have his moments! he’s very playful and likes to joke around which sometimes results in him saying the most insane, out of pocket things just to get a reaction out of you. but what’s so endearing abt it is that he always backs down immediately after, breaking into cute giggles n waving his hand around saying “i’m joking i’m joking~~!” it’s hard to take him seriously when he’s so giddy and delighted w himself for teasing you, and he mostly just messes with you when he’s feeling clingy, like an overexcited puppy who’ll do anything to get you to focus on him. he also admittedly really likes your attention and gets a lil sulky when he feels like you’re ignoring him on purpose, so that might be one of the few times you see his “bratty” side. he’ll get way too close for comfort esp when you’re preoccupied w smth else, push his face super close to yours and tilt his head playfully from side to side when u try to nudge him away, taunt you w the biggest dimply grin on his face, act oblivious to how he’s riling you up, trap you in tight hugs and refuse to let go, and (this is a big one) mimic your words in the cutest whiny voice

sometimes it’s hard to tell whether he’s really just joking around or trying to get a rise out of you, bc most of what he does is kinda harmless, even at his brattiest 😭 he’s pretty persistent though so it’s only a matter of time until you run out of patience, and when you do he crumbles instantly. it takes just one pointed look to have him switching up and apologizing through nervous giggles. the moment you get your hands on him he just melts, and you know right away that this is exactly what he was hoping for. his eyes go wide as moons and glaze over like he’s ready to do anything to make it up to you, bc it’s not really the fight that he enjoys, it’s your attention and the rough treatment he gets out of it

he instantly reverts back to his good boy demeanor and accepts your punishment all too eagerly. it sends shivers down his spine when you touch him without any of your usual care, bc if he wants to act like a brat then he gets treated like one. he lets you bend him to your will and toss him around like he’s weightless, letting out the sweetest little whines when you start talking down to him. call him a dumb little slut for playing all these games w you instead of just asking for what he wants like a good boy, mock him for how hard it makes him to act like a desperate whore, and he’d let out the filthiest most pathetic moan like he’s trying to prove your point <3 he’d be begging, whining, and apologizing the entire time but he loves every bit of how how grab his face and force him to look up at you, scornfully asking why he’s suddenly not laughing anymore. the humiliation makes his whole body burn in the best way, and he does admittedly start to feel guilty for causing you so much trouble, you can see it all over his face and it’s very endearing 💔

still, he takes whatever you give him without complaint and will even start to whimper out in agreement as you degrade him, babbling abt how he’s just a needy puppy too dumb to use his words and a stupid little slut who needs your attention so bad, he’ll do anything to get it. it almost makes you feel sorry for him hearing how his voice breaks and seeing how his eyes well up w tears, but you can see the way he’s practically throbbing w arousal from your words alone, and you know how much he’s getting off on it. he nods mindlessly to everything you say and sniffles out for you to be mean to him and teach him a lesson. i think the worst punishment for him would be getting tied up w a vibrator inside him/pressed to his cock and a gag in his mouth 🥰 not only does it drive him crazy to be completely helpless like that, unable to touch you or hide his face or cover his body when he’s embarrassed, but it’s also the exact opposite of what he wanted ): poor baby would cry and mewl so pitifully around the gag, drooling and leaking all over himself as he tries to slur out for you to please pay attention to him, he promises to be good for you!! but you just deny him over and over and watch his cute face scrunch up in frustration and pleasure when you tell him this is all a bad boy like him gets. it’s definitely not a dynamic he could handle often, and he’d need lots of praise afterwards, but there’s smth so exhilerating to him abt being treated so coldly from time to time

#ask #💌 channie

[tia-222]

Hi There ! Sorry 2 disturb you, Hope u r having a great day wherever u are. :) I just wanted to ask for a method that will 100% guarantee me entering the void state, I have been applying the law since 2021 and I've been trying to tap into the void since 2022 and I've failed every attempt, I am losing hope because school starts in 2 weeks and I really don't want to feel like I failed, I even have the worst school life and I always live in the end + flip my thoughts yet it feels like my thoughts are not manifesting :(( What should I do? Anytime I enter the void I fall asleep too

Hiii bae, I'm having an amazing day thank you and I hope also that you having a good day?

Guaranteed method to enter the void state :

Entering the "mind awake body asleep" stage can be a technique used to achieve lucid dreaming or entering the void state.

1. Wake-Back-To-Bed (WBTB) technique: Set an alarm to wake up about 4-6 hours after falling asleep, stay awake for a short period of time, and then go back to bed. This can increase the likelihood of entering the "mind awake body asleep" stage.

2. Relaxation techniques: Use relaxation exercises such as deep breathing, progressive muscle relaxation, or meditation to achieve a state of physical relaxation. This can allow the mind to stay alert while the body falls asleep.

3. Visualization: Envision yourself floating or in a dream scenario. This can help the mind stay focused while the body falls asleep.

Once you feel your body asleep, you can start Affirming for the void state and you'll be there ♡

#ask answered #void state #law of assumption #void state tips #anon ask #the void state #manifestion #void thoughts #void state method #void state advice

[aphroditesmoon]

Gwen relationship headcannons? Gn!reader 💓

random gwen stacy x reader fluff hcs<3

warnings: none, gn!reader, curse words, fluff, kisses♡

°°°°

- she is obsessed w hanging on rooftops even though you're scared of heights.

- like you won't say anything about it so you don't lose your cool, until you're on top of your roof, not listening to a single thing she says bcs you're envisioning falling down and dying.

- she has to hold ur hand or you'll throw up from the roof.

- she likes sneaking cheek kisses, but you like sneaking in temple kisses.

- her dad loves you because you always do the dishes when ur over at her place and he'll be sure to loudly embarrass her about being a messy rat.

- you like doodling pictures of her, either you're good or not it doesn't matter, you enjoy doing things out of the pure joy of it, and gwendy loves how you're not embarrassed to be yourself despite what others thinks.

- she'll have some of your folded doodles in her jeans pocket sometimes, others safe in her own notebook.

- JEALOUS!!GWEN!!

- no way yall saying shss not the jelly type, that girl knows she has commitment issues, so she's extra protective of you, scared that you'll somehow "see through her" and leave like everyone else :((

- always having your hand in her back pocket ♡♡♡ and she always have hers gently at the small of your back.

- she's a terrible cook, but sometimes you'll wake up to a decently made instant pasta and you're not complaining.

- hobie LOVES U, making stupid inside jokes that gwen doesn't understand, she'll bring it up later that night when ur half asleep and she's wide awake.

- you're always trying and failing to make dad jokes bcs she never answers it like she's supposed to.

- "you know the man who got possesed by an owl?" "what the fuck are you-" "the MAN WHO GOT POSSESED BY AN OWL-" "WHO-" "EXACTLY"

- sometimes her dad comes home early and he'll have to bang on her door for yall to stfu bcs ur yelling at eachother over the most random pop culture discourse.

- her love language is quality time (she acts so awkward when u try to give her gifts too, but she loves em!)

- you have her phone password but never checks her calls or texts, instead just uses it to play ninja fruits like a 5 year old child whenever she's too busy jumping through multiverses and trusts you with it.

- you never actually call her ghost spider, but your favourite nickname for when you feel her shadow sneak in through your window at midnight is "my phantom"

#gwen stacy x reader #gwen stacy #ghost spider #ghost spider x reader #atsv #atsv x reader #across the spiderverse #spiderman across the spiderverse

[purrology]

KYOJURO RELATIONSHIP HCS

a/n: a little long,, im very passionate abt him <3

fluffy fluffy fluff, a bit of angst in there

PASSIONATE. he’s loud and proud abt u

everyone he sees gets to hear abt u

YOU get to hear about u

u most likely fell first and he fell harder

can, will, and is actively giving u bear hugs from behind and pressing a hundred kisses to the back of ur neck and head the moment he sees u

aaaand then he picks u up and spins u around <3

a very affectionate lover, but he tones it down in public

believe it or not, he’s not all that into PDA!! too modest and respectful

most he’ll do is handholding and a kiss here or there or a hand on the knee if ur sat beside eachother

he will put his hand on ur lower back if he’s guiding u through a crowd, things along those lines

but he will not hug and pick u up and spin u around in public unless it’s been WEEKS and he missed u SO BAD

he misses u. so bad. it’s been an hour and hes missed u.

he’s clingy.

he follows u around wherever u go, holds all ur stuff, makes sure ur beside him

man cannot get enough of ur presence

he loves u so much he barely wants to be apart!! please write to him when he’s on missions :(

knew u were his soulmate immediately, no doubts

he thinks about his future with u everytime he holds ur hand, everytime he thinks of ur face in his thoughts

praise and compliment KING!!! he praises every accomplishment u complete and encourages u to strive for even more!!!

compliments every feature on u, every single feature- ur knuckles, ur legs, ur nose, ur forehead, ur wrists, he adores every part of u

don’t think he forgot about ur personality either! he compliments u on all ur actions- u talk a lot? he loves to listen and thinks ur voice is amazing!! u don’t talk much at all? that’s fine too- he loves to talk and will do all the talking for u!!

he’s everything u need him to be

service boyfriend

u ask, he gives, no hesitation

CONSTANTLY tries to impress u

many ppl say this abt him: he’s the type to be like one of those kids who go “hey watch this!!” and then they jump and do a spin

u better compliment him back

he’s very perceptive, he knows so much about u from little things you’ve mentioned like once

he noticed you were upset after a long day- first he tried enthusiasm and optimism and hugs- then he tried quiet cuddles and kisses on the head- if all else fails he’ll make u a 5 star meal (don’t let him, he’ll make the kitchen an actual mess he can’t control himself)

not everything he does is big, loud and eccentric

he can be quiet and listening and observative when u need it

he’ll be whatever u need and he swears by that til the day he dies

oh, speaking of death do u part- he’s marrying u fast as possible!!!

it’s canon he moves to decisions and conclusions very quick, he made the decision to marry u within the first year

he just loves u!! he can’t envision a future with anyone besides u and his family

he asked u to marry him when u we’re out on a picnic date- he asked it suddenly because he forgot his original plan (this was one of the few times he was nervous! he was confident you’d say yes but the little nagging part of his mind was scared you didn’t love him as much)

obviously,, u said yes (he’s jumping up and down and laughing and spinning u and kissing u he doesn’t care who sees)

one of his vows involves being at your service and will until the very end of your lives, and even after that he promises he’ll continue on being exactly what u need him to be, death won’t even do u part

he’s scared when u get sick,,,

u got sick one time, stuck in bed with a terrible cough and fever

it terrified the life out of him.

he tried to stay positive for you, he tried not to cry as he remembered his mother’s illness and her passing

he dotes on you hand and foot- hell, he took off some of his longer missions so he could stay

when he couldn’t, he had senjuro take care of u

he won’t admit the fear that breaks his poor heart when he sees u cough and groan with a rag over ur forehead, it terrifies him to his core

he can’t lose u too, especially not in the same way he lost his mother

strongly believes his mother would’ve loved you, no matter how u are

if he loves u, he’s confident his mother would too!!

he introduced u to his brother and father one time, took u over for dinner

(his father wasn’t pleased but he barely stayed at the table for 5 minutes sooo)

his brother senjuro adores u tho!! be his pen-pal do it

senjuro won’t admit he was a little intimidated by u at first, he told kyojuro- kyojuro laughed and hugged him and reassured him u were GREAT!!!

how do u comfort a man who puts everyone above himself in priority??

kyojuro may be a bit easier to get to talk about his issues and comfort than others

if u ask, he may push it aside once or twice- but he breaks by the third time u ask “are you sure ur okay, kyo?”

he rarely cries, not from physical pain, not from mental or emotional- but sometimes, we all need that tear flow to let out emotions out

hold him. hold him tight. let him hold u. it’s ur turn to be whatever HE needs in his time of need

tell him he’s okay, tell him ur proud of him, tell him he’s someone who deserves nothing but happiness

he clings onto every word u say, no matter what

it doesn’t take long before his smile returns, then he takes u out to eat as thanks- or he cuddles u the rest of the day, ur decision :)

overall, a passionate, loving, bold lover who will be everything u need him to be at all times

THANK YOU!!

#rengoku fluff #rengoku x male reader #demon slayer x reader #rengoku x reader #kny x reader #rengoku #kimetsu no yaiba #rengoku kyojuro #kny kyojuro #kyojuro x reader #kyojuro rengoku x reader #kny rengoku #kyojuro x y/n #demon slayer rengoku #rengoku x y/n #kny x you #fluff #comfort

[shepherds-of-haven]

hi!! So. i like writing for Trouble and my MC but i spend so much time clowning on him and making up silly scenarios that now i have no idea how to write him actually catching on to one of the moves she makes and what kinds of moves he cant explain away. Please do you have any tips or crumbs to throw my way to help? I need to write him making out sloppy style w my girl PLEASE!!

Anyway I really love shoh and I think about Trouble and my MC almost every day so tysm for the lovely gift of him <3 i also wrote this ask intending to be silly but if it sounds demanding or rude i am SO sorry I would never demand anything of u and will love anything you may kr may not respond with whether that be in 17 minutes or 17 years 🩵

Aw, thank you so much for this sweet message, it made me so happy to receive! 💖 Please don't worry about sounding rude at all, your words were so kind and made me grin ear-to-ear, so thank you!

To answer your question, I like this excerpt from the old novels to explain how I think Trouble can be in a romance: I usually envision him being casual or friendly and light-hearted, and then catching onto something--some shift in the mood or a lingering glance--and then kind of abruptly shifting into a more intense version of himself. It's not a side of himself he shows very often--we're mostly exposed to the goofy, jocular Trouble, but that 'intense' dominant Trouble is there, lurking underneath it all, and that's kind of the part that he struggles with because it's also tied up in his ferocious past and his temper. It's the same Trouble who can go from smiling and laughing with his friends in a bar to completely unsmiling and intimidating when he overhears some guy being a dickhead to a server nearby, except obviously in these scenarios it's sexual/romantic tension he's responding to (even if he doesn't fully know it's that) rather than regular like situational tension. I don't know if you have access to the alpha build, but the scene in the cave in Chapter 7 when he's warming up MC's hands or the abrupt change from "yay we're having fun" to "something just happened" in his latest day off (when Cordy flirts with you) are good examples of this, too! This sort of stilted "everything is great 95% of the time and then 5% of the time something happens and he can't control it" that's impeding him and MC's easy friendship is what's really throwing Trouble for a loop; he starts to feel guilty and confused and tormented about it because he thinks he's the only one feeling these things and getting in the way of what should be a smooth companionship, so he's just... feeling a lot of things and not knowing what to do with them, lol.

So I imagine 'heated makeout' tends to happen during one of these sudden changes to 'intense Trouble,' when he catches on to something he can't ignore--but I generally don't think it happens because of an outright flirtation or hint of MC's, because he can usually just laugh those off as them just joking around, so he doesn't really respond to those like one might expect? He's dazzlingly good at not catching on to things like that (short of an outright serious confession), so maybe that's why you're having trouble imagining it! I tend to imagine it happening entirely randomly, during some moment of unthinking intimacy, like in the cave in Chapter 7 or during a mission when emotions are high or something like that. Here's another example of what I'm thinking of!

...Or something like that, idk lol! Obviously take all of this with a huge grain of salt and don't let me influence you; however you write Trouble and MC's romance is fantastic! Hopefully some of these tips help you in some way!

#Shepherds of Haven #Trouble #Trouble Alder #fluff #novels #original novels #novel #original novel #writing

[tojisun]

SPOTIFY HAS BEEN GIFTING ME TODAY!!

https://open.spotify.com/track/21g4aYFcpoD2P30eBmNZc3?si=U9q0lXp_T_OfqokkcdLu_w - Feeling Something Bad gives me dbf!toxic!simon on so many levels!! LIKE THE LYRICS OF IT JUST GIVE ME MMMMM

SPECIFICALLY: “This is difficult; Wanna be your pretty baby, centerfold; (I don't know); I sound delusional; But when we kissed you gave an inch, I took a mile”

anyways thank you for coming to my small rant as I blast my music <3 luv u sunny

OHHH u are right!! this is so toxic dbf!simon </33

i envision this for having been the mindset of the reader when her relationship with simon is just beginning to take shape. how most of their relationship is her, you, begging for his attention, thriving off of the obsession, and so focused on the physical aspect of the relationship because you don’t know how else to keep him interested if not for giving him what he desires.

(there is something different in the way simon looks at you, you remember thinking. he doesn’t push nor prod, but he also doesn’t wait around and stall. you feel like you have all the time in the world to show him why you’re worth it, all the while feeling like things are spinning too fast and too out of your control.

simon adores you, that you know at least. but it is not enough because simon still doesn’t stay. he still doesn’t reach back out. he still doesn’t return anything: not your calls nor your messages nor your whispered confessions.)

but you’re used to it, you say to yourself. you’re used to simon only giving out a sliver of himself. you’re used to him dangling it before you. you’re used to being left starving, left pawing, because.

well.

what does that quote say? “when you are not fed love on a silver spoon, you learn to lick it from knives.”?

…yeah. you exist within that plane.

so you think it is love. that it is affection – whatever it is that simon gives you – so it’s no wonder at all as to why you began to cling harder. to gravitate to him closer.

to feel like you can only ever exist when simon’s there.

AAHH ODDY THANK U FOR THE MUSIC REC!! i love u back <3

#oddy <3 #biker!simon #<- gonst to make a new tag for toxic simon #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley #ask #oh rawr xd or whatever but this shit hurted!! #suns

[cows-wearing-my-sweater]

eternal summer [part two]

part one: here

word count: 1804 warnings: angst, 18+ content (not intensely explicit but mdni) notes: we are not discussing how it took me three months to get this posted. anyways i hope u enjoy <3

The car door is hot, burning into the bare skin on your back and sure to leave an ugly red mark for the rest of the day. Surely it won’t be as noticeable as the purple marks blossoming on your neck, though. His fingers are in your hair, mouth on your neck, body pressed against your own; he’s everywhere, and it’s beautifully suffocating. Somewhere in the back of your cloudy mind, you’re vaguely aware of the fact that this is happening, but only your body is really present at the moment. Your brain has gone into overdrive, only able to think about how badly you want this, how badly you need more.

Matty bites down softly on your lower lip, causing your lips to part in a soft gasp. He knows you far too well, can judge exactly what makes you tick without ever having touched you before. Just a few more seconds of this and you’re a goner, but–

“Wait,” you say breathlessly. Matty’s eyes are sparkling and his cheeks are flushed, his chest rising and falling rapidly. It takes every ounce of willpower you have left in yourself in order to not let him consume you. “What exactly are we doing right now?” Your voice falters. You know exactly what you’re doing; you know exactly what you want. Something inside of you yearns for him to say it, though, to make it real.

“We don’t have to be doing anything, not if you don’t want to.” He’s making a concerted effort to keep his eyes from slipping back down to your lips. It only took a few kisses from you for him to begin envisioning how it would feel to let your mouth paint his body. “But I want you. I do”

I want you. That’s enough of an explanation for you. Your lips are on his jaw, tracing open-mouthed kisses up until you reach his ear. You lean in close, warm breath ghosting across his skin. “You have me,” you tell him. 

His hand cups your cheek as he takes your words like they were a prayer for him to answer. “Fuck,” is all Matty can say. His lips are on your neck again, but his hunger now is more urgent. You match his desperation, letting out small whimpers of pleasure when his teeth graze your skin. You don’t know where to put your hands, so you bring them to his hair, tugging gently. This spurs Matty on further, eliciting a groan from him that you know will become etched into your brain. You suddenly become painfully aware of the wish to freeze-frame this moment. What if this is my only chance? You need to remember the glow of Matty’s skin under the summer sun, the cherry color of his lips next to your skin, the warmth of his body on yours. The elation from being wanted by him and having him. Let me have this, you beg; to whom, you aren’t sure. Let me keep this.

Matty’s fingers have found the neatly tied knot of the strings of your top. “Can I?” he murmurs, breath on your skin.

You want to hesitate, but you can’t. “Yes. Please,” you add eagerly.

He wastes no time. Nimble fingers undo the knot, black fabric slipping down your shoulders. You’re so exposed but nothing feels wrong. The sun is still warming you, and somewhere in the near distance you can still hear the waves lapping at the beach. And Matty is here. You could be invincible with him. His touch creates a sort of bubble around your bodies. It’s fragile, yes–anything could pop it–but something inside of you urges, Trust this.

Your body perfectly fits the curve of his hands, but your mind is somewhere else. You’re thinking about how different his skin looked in the winter, all pale tones and blue veins, blushes of red across his knuckles and elbows. Summer has shown him love. Matty’s skin feels like flashing carnival lights; he tastes like pulling apart a spool of cotton candy. With his body surrounding yours, you’re overwhelmed by the smell of him; like popsicles melting over your fingers, sticky and sweet.

Matty is chanting your name like it’s some magic incantation as his lips explore your body. His touch is hungry, yet he savors it, drinking in the golden light radiating from you. There’s no telling if the slight sheen of sweat on both your bodies is from the summer heat or the intensity of the moment, but it doesn’t quite matter either way. Especially not now, when Matty is nipping at your inner thighs, relishing the soft responses he draws from you. His hands gently grip your hips with enough pressure to steady you. 

Words don’t have to be passed between one another when his eyes quickly flit back up to yours. Pools of honey meet your gaze, and you know exactly what he’s asking. “Need you,” you tell him.

He can’t help but grin at your plea, and he quickly opens the door to the backseat of the car, maneuvering his body and yours in the limited space. It’s less than elegant, but it’s what you ache for. In his car, surrounded by his smell, it feels as if you’ve cracked him open and crawled inside his chest. It’s a mirror to the way his skilled fingers split you open with ease, how readily he could reach within you and grasp your heart from the inside. 

You let Matty ruin you in every way possible. You hope you never recover from it, never find anything that could be better. You’re certain that your body has been molded only to fit his, like a soft piece of wax in the sun. 

It’s the best sex you’ve ever had. It makes you want to cry. You wish you understood these things.

.♡♡♡.♡♡♡.♡♡♡.

The sun is blinding and white-hot when you slide out of the car again. You smile to yourself when Matty wordlessly ties your top around you again, less tension now when his fingertips brush your back. He leaves a gentle kiss on your shoulder, trying to convey one thousand words through a split second. It’s enough.

Matty offers his hand to you before returning back down to the beach. George and Charli have undoubtedly caught on to what just happened, but neither says anything when their eyes fall to your hand in Matty’s. The rest of the day is spent as though nothing ever happened, but now you can be sure the lingering stares from Matty are real. It’s not just the golden hour light that makes his eyes sparkle, and it’s certainly not just a sunburn that makes him turn red when you stare back. 

.♡♡♡.♡♡♡.♡♡♡.

The inevitable comes eventually, as it always does and always will. After that first day, you began to have hope that this was something real. The leaves would turn from green to yellow, from yellow to red, and they would fall, and Matty would still be holding your hand. You would plunge your fingers between his ribs and sink through, reaching something inside to give you tangible evidence of his existence. Something to prove none of this was fabricated.

Of course, that hope was shrouded in naivety. Instead, the texts and phone calls fizzle out by mid-September. You chalk it up to his upcoming tour schedule; Lord knows you’ve heard enough about it from Charli. I haven’t even known him a full year, you remind yourself. This might be normal. You know it isn’t, though. You know what it means when a guy fucks you and stops returning your calls. By late October, almost a month has gone by without hearing from him once. You’re gutted. You feel ill. You’re painfully unsurprised. 

It’s a Monday morning when you get the “Can we talk?” text. You quickly check the calendar on your phone to confirm your suspicions: he’s waited until the last week before he leaves to talk to you again. Despite all your misgivings, you type out a simple “Yes” with almost no hesitation.

It’s how you find yourself on his couch just a few hours later. You take inventory of the room; it’s been awhile, but nothing has changed. His decor is exactly the same, everything in its right place. It makes you feel out of place. 

“I’m a total douchebag” is how he opens.

“Well, yeah.”

“I don’t know why I do this.”

“I don’t know why you do either.” You’re bitter. It’s a justified bitterness, but you wince at having to admit it to yourself. You want to wrap your arms around him and breathe him in, envelop yourself in his sunlight. But now, in the cold October light, you feel unsure. 

“But I don’t think we should talk while I’m gone.” He’s been talking, but you haven’t been listening aside from this last part. Does the rest even matter if he says this? 

Words tumble from your mouth, but you’re hardly paying attention. “Yeah, maybe we shouldn’t.” Am I supposed to be fighting him on this? 

He gives a few more flimsy excuses and apologies until his voice falters. You can’t even make eye contact with him. You try to tell yourself this is your last chance, anything could happen in the next three months to keep you from seeing him again. It only makes it more difficult, though. 

And then you’re standing up, you’re hugging him goodbye, you’re giving him a half-hearted “good luck” for the tour. For just a second, Matty opens his mouth, and you can nearly hear what he’s about to ask. You want to say yes before the words escape him. You want to kiss him, just to be sure that there was something, at one point, no matter how small. But he doesn’t say it, and you don’t do it, and the moment is gone before it was ever even really there.

You get back to your car before you allow yourself to fully process what just happened. Your shaking hands are already mourning the loss of how Matty’s soft curls felt, and your trembling lip is desperately trying to remember how his skin felt against your mouth. Summer feels like sand slipping between your fingers, autumn winds blowing it further and further away. It’s gone, and you’re confused, and fuck, you know he could fix this just by being here – but he’s not, and he won’t be.

When you go to sleep that night, you dream of that big black coat, lighters, red cheeks and knuckles, cigarette smoke mixing in the cold air with warm breath. You wake up in the middle of the night, reaching for your phone to check the time. Your eyes fall on the date and the text that reads “October.” You sigh, knowing summer always comes around again.

#18+ #matty healy fic #matty healy x reader #angst #matty healy #i felt insane writing this ok !

[raainberry]

Moonflower - III

« In literature, the moonflower has been used as a symbol of love, mystery, and enchantment. »

Sana x gn!reader

Okay maybe it’s angst this time

synopsis - your job is still flowers. she's still not sure how she got into this mess. but maybe you could get her out of it.

- part I - part II -

wordcount - 3.4K

TW - like three (3) of the same soft cuss word

A/N - here is my first piece of work that made me cry out of frustration (we will be blaming emo hours). now if you saw my breakdown live on the tl two days ago, no you didn’t. and if you saw my update yesterday saying this very thing would be up later that day, no you didn’t either. i fell asleep, your girl was running on three hours of sleep (wonder why🥰) it happens to the best of us SORRY. hope you enjoy it though! im actually not too mad at how it turned out🤭

“How would your wedding look like?” She asked, taking a sip of her water bottle.

You chuckled softly at the question, wondering what had prompted it apart from the obvious.

“I haven’t thought about that.” You answered truthfully.

“Not even once?”

“No.”

“You’re lying.” She said, convinced of her own words.

“Am I?”

“You’ve helped hundreds of people with their own.” She pointed out. “It’s impossible not to think of what yours would look like.”

“I help them choose flowers. I’m not organizing their entire reception.” You argued.

“Then you probably thought about that much.”

You turned to her.

She was right, but you weren’t lying either.

Flowers were the only thing you’d envisioned so far.

“So which is it gonna be?” She insisted.

“Moonflowers.” You answered, making her chuckle.

“I could have guessed that.”

“Yet you haven’t.”

You fully expected the way she rolled her eyes at you before looking away to focus on the dark horizon.

A small, comfortable silence settled between the two of you. One of many throughout this spontaneous outing, and with each one, you seemed to appreciate them a little more.

Because they never seem to last with her.

“I’ll get the moonflowers.” She blurted out, cutting the moment short yet again.

“What?”

“For the wedding.” She said, almost shrugging as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

Given the context, it was, but still… You stayed silent, thinking back to the very reason you were even sitting beside her at the moment.

The two of you were parked at the top of some small hill overlooking part of the town, laying against the windshield of your car and sitting on top of the hood.

All your problems seemed so small up there, barely even deserving of a thought. The afternoon you just spent together did wonders for your souls.

She had asked you to drive around before going back home. That somehow lead you to hours of wasting gas and money at random shops, most of which you’d never even heard of.

The more you followed her around, the more it all felt like a getaway. Not in the idyllic sense, rather in the literal one. You could tell she was avoiding her apartment. Obviously you had an idea as to why, and maybe that’s what pushed you to give in to every single one of her requests.

It was nice doing things she wanted.

Sana eventually realised that was the true reason why she delayed returning to her apartment over and over. She couldn’t care less about the man living there with her, nor about whether or not he was actually waiting for her there.

She just didn’t want it to stop. The feeling of mattering. Of being considered. Being seen. Heard.

Her smile slowly returned as hours went by, justifying everything you’d done for her in so little time. It gave you purpose, proving you weren’t losing your mind in vain.

Because boy did she drive you insane.

Was she really still going through with it all?

“Why don’t you choose your own?” You asked her, trying to distract yourself from your own thoughts.

At the end of the day, it was none of your business. It wasn’t your decision to make.

“Possessive much?” She teased, and you straightened yourself up. The top of this hood suddenly felt uncomfortable.

“Not necessarily. But the only way you’re getting moonflowers at your wedding is by marrying me.”

That’s what you heard yourself say just seconds later.

You’d mumbled it to yourself, letting your old flirting skills and days get the best of you for some reason. You looked at her, hoping she hadn’t heard or at least not enough to get it.

A second passed. Then two. Three.

The lack of questioning was alarming, and in good reason.

You had managed to make her speechless. Unwillingly, yes, but it only made it that much more unbelievable.

Even thinking she couldn’t do, as if her mind had short-circuited at the thought of marrying someone else than the man she’d been conditioned to.

“It was a joke.” You finally spoke up, hoping to break her out of her trance.

It was the truth. It might have been borderline flirting, but the main goal was humor. You were technically joking.

But still. All she did was blink.

Maybe she needed help at finding words, that’s why her lips suddenly fell on yours, right? To steal them from you?

You mentally chuckled at your ridiculous thought process, ashamed of it as if it had been heard by the whole world. Good thing it faded out with each one of her kisses.

She was efficient, you’ll give her that. However what stuck with you was how soft, how delicate her lips were against yours. It debilitated all cognitive functions of your brain. The power was out for at least three seconds at one point. You couldn’t think straight, kissing her back as if you were supposed to.

As if she were yours to begin with.

It’s unclear how long it took for you to gain enough sense back, all you knew was that feeling her bite down on your bottom lip did the trick.

The faint pain as she tugged on it ever so softly snapped you back to reality, warning you about what would come if you didn’t pull away in the next second.

You felt your heart race as it all sunk in.

The one thing you had told yourself not to fall into earlier that day… A trap that seemed so obvious it managed to fool you. You practically jumped into it.

As much as you danced around it, you knew what you were here for. What you’d agreed to. What she wanted you for.

You knew you were just a pawn in her vendetta from the start. She’d made it very clear. So why did the whole idea just dawn on you now?

Maybe you’d turned a blind eye for as long as you could, you couldn’t say to save your life. All you knew was that you didn’t like it one bit.

So when she went for another kiss, leaning in to capture your swollen bottom lip, you made sure she never reached it.

That earned you a confused look from her, as if it were the first time her kiss was denied. The sight would have been amusing, if only you didn’t feel so torn yourself…

Your gaze reflected that to Sana, and she had a hard time figuring out what exactly was it that was so wrong.

Though she could at least tell you were tormented, it was only confirmed when you jumped off the hood.

She watched as you started to walk away from the car and further into the darkness surrounding you.

Where the hell were you going? You were basically in the middle of nowhere.

“Y/N!”

The sound of the rocks and dirt beneath your shoes faded out as you came to a halt, feeling her eyes burning into your back.

“Where are you going?”

You turned around, seeing she had stepped off the hood too, and taken a few steps towards you.

“I’m going home.” You told her, tearing your eyes off her as you started walking away again.

“So you’re leaving me alone in some hilltop at night in the middle of nowhere?”

No, you weren’t.

You made sure to brush right past her on your way back, though, heading straight into the driver’s seat.

Slamming the door behind you, you let out a heavy sigh you were sure she’d heard from outside. It took longer than you’d have liked for her to join you, only sitting in the passenger seat after making sure you’d calmed down.

Not a word from her. Not a sound from you. Only your clothes rubbing together as your leg showed itself to be restless.

You refused to look at her. She didn’t like the attitude, but a part of her could understand. So she didn’t say anything, and stared out her own window in silence.

As minutes went by, your anger and frustration slowly get overcome by a familiar sensation.

Greed. You wanted to know.

Nothing about this woman concerned you. Yet you wanted to know more. You needed to.

The feeling appeared as soon as she’d spoken up at the flower shop, and now it managed to appear without a single word from her.

It was only days ago. The speed of it all was frightening.

Yet you couldn’t help how curious the still silhouette in the corner of your eye made you. What was she thinking about now?

The wedding? Her fiancé? Herself? You?

Turning to look at her, you watched her through a calmer mind as your questions grew in number despite yourself.

“What’s on your mind?” You finally spoke up.

Your voice was louder than you remembered. It startled her, but she hid it well before meeting your gaze.

“Nothing you’d care about.”

You frowned internally. The same feeling as back in the flower shop again. You felt it back when she sat down beside you on the hood earlier too.

She was close. She was pretty. So pretty.

You suddenly felt jealous, and that pretty much signed off on the insanity of this situation you’d somehow put yourself in. Or maybe she’d dragged you in it, who cares, it wasn’t important anymore.

“Don’t get married.”

You whispered this time, but the words were still loud.

Sana closed her eyes, and the silence that followed was loud enough to stress about it. Your words had slipped out again, but this time you found nothing to cover them up with.

Partly because you didn’t even want to cover them up.

Her eyes opened again, allowing the cheap lighting outside to reflect on those beautiful brown eyes. You were in awe at that point. Tired, but still able to appreciate such a pretty sight.

“You’re so unfair.”

You snapped out of your trance at the sound of your own thoughts echoing through her lips.

“What?”

“You know why I brought you here, right?”

Her gaze fixated far ahead while you could only focus on hers. You weren’t trying to make her look at you, though. You were only trying to see what she was seeing.

“Answer me.” She ordered, attempting to conceal the weakness in her voice.

“I do.” You admitted.

“Then help me.” She pleaded. “I can’t do it alone.”

“I’m trying to.” You assured her. “Ever since you stepped into the shop, that’s all I’ve done.”

“Then why did you pull away?”

You sighed once more, finding interest out the windshield as well. Your lips parted without sound for a second, debating on whether or not you should let these words slip out too…

“I don’t want to be your scapegoat.”

Sana swallowed the knot in her throat. The truth was a little hard, but it remained. You were right.

She didn’t plan on kissing you earlier. That alone could have proven your worries to be wrong. However, everything she managed to think about as soon as her lips touched yours… It all gave you more than one reason to worry.

Giving in to desire was weak on her part. Part of her regretted it. It threw away all her hopes of ever pulling the spectacular revenge she dreamed about.

So she had to think of a backup plan.

What she managed to come up with was simple, deprived of any details she would normally be able to think of. Infatuation only allowed her to think of the big picture, while she focused on satisfying her desire.

By that point, she did plan on sleeping with you. She did plan on letting her fiancé find out. And after that, she did plan on throwing you under the bus if things ever got too much to handle.

Now that her mind was given time to properly think, she realised something very upsetting.

This so called backup plan was none other than her inital one. One she’d made up in the lowest point of her life, all out of hope and lost in purpose.

She was back at square one.

“I’m sorry.” She whispered, making you look back at her.

Her eyes were closed, and you found out it was a weak attempt at stopping the tears from rolling down her cheeks.

The sight of them surprisingly left you indifferent. You stared at her in silence for a few long seconds, unsure of what to do, or say.

You were hesitant, but you were far from heartless.

Your index finger ended up reaching for her jaw, catching the salted droplet before it stained the fabric of her pants below. The one on the other side of her face might have, but that wasn’t something to worry about for either of you.

Sana’s mind was stuck on your finger lingering on her sharpest bone. The feeling of your skin against hers, of a touch as innocent as this one… It was conflicting.

She opened her eyes, catching yours by surprise. She expected you to, but you didn’t look away this time. That allowed her to notice the color of your eyes for the first time.

She couldn’t tell you why she got stuck on such a detail, and to be honest, she didn’t feel the need to find a reason.

She could, so she did. Something else she hadn’t been able to do in a long while.

And it felt good.

“Y/N…”

Your jaw clenched at the sound. Your name sounded so pretty enlaced in that sweet voice of hers…

You felt your breath catch in your throat as you anticipated her next words. The flutter in your chest made itself known again as the adrenaline left little room for shock when she’d eventually say them.

“Do you still want to sabotage a wedding?”

A heavy sigh freed the breath that had caught in your throat.

It dawned on you yet again. Hearing those words for a second time… You were going in circles. This really was nothing but a trap.

You didn’t know if she’d done it on purpose, if she lured you in or if she was just as stuck as you were—Hell, you didn’t even care.

You just needed to get out while you could.

So your hand found the key in the ignition, and it took no time for you to start the car up.

The sound of the engine revving as you prepared to leave triggered something in the woman sitting next to you. Something that made her heart race as she began mumbling something.

It seemed as though she was repeating something under her breath, her gaze out in the dark around you and absent like she’d retreated within her own mind.

Her words were loud enough for you to notice she was saying something, but not enough to understand it.

You froze at the scene, unsure if you should hear her out, reassure her or step on the gas. It was obvious what you should do, yet you couldn’t bring yourself to.

So she made you do it herself.

“I don’t want to go back!” She yelled over the engine, and grabbed onto your arm.

You let go of the key, her fingers tightening around your forearm as her eyes looked for yours.

“I don’t want to go back.” She repeated, her voice barely a whisper.

Your eyebrows furrowed, something you could only feel as your body reacted to her once more. You didn’t know what hurt more; seeing the tears pool in her eyes as she struggled to hold them back or her nails digging though the fabric and into your skin.

“Please...”

You couldn’t answer as something on her hand distracted you from the pain. Something shiny. A glimmer on her ring finger—most likely diamonds. Might as well have been rocks; it held no value in that so called promise between her and that man. At the least it didn’t for one of them.

You looked back at the bearer, your jaw tense as you thought. Your mind flashed back to mere moments ago. Why was she still wearing it? She had no right to. Not after leaving such betrayal on your lips.

“Then take it off.” You spoke up, your voice hoarse as if you’d been yelling for liberation.

Her mind was shaken, desperate to see through eyes that looked so unfamiliar now.

Your gaze was stern. It all looked blurry, as if you’d built a wall in front of what she had access to just moments ago…

“What?”

“The ring, Sana. Take it off.”

She barely glanced down at her own hand before looking back at you. The chuckle tasted bitter on your tongue.

“You can’t even face it.”

“That’s all I’ve been telling you.” She let out a defeated sob. “Why don’t you just do it for me?”

You looked back down at her hand, and her gaze followed yours to land there as well. She hated the sight of it. It felt as though it had been there forever.

All she dreamed about was taking it off.

All you had to do was take it off.

So you did, and finally slipped the ring off her finger, holding it between two of your own.

She mindlessly watched as your thumb and index rolled it around to observe it above the steering wheel. All that pain. All that torment. All because of a single, shiny metal ring.

“Doesn’t it feel lighter?” You spoke in an attempt to pull her out of her own mind. The last thing she needed was to get lost in it.

“I…” She trailed off, looking down at her hand, and finally seeing her finger naked in what felt like a lifetime. “It does.”

You trapped the jewel inside your fist, sighing as you leaned back against the back of your seat.

“What are you going to do now?”

“I don’t know.”

“Well…” Your hand found the commands of the automatic windows, pushing the button to roll yours down. “Whatever you do, you take care of yourself.”

Most people would have asked what the hell you were doing. If that ring didn’t hold any sentimental value, financially, it still held its own.

Not Sana, though. She didn’t seem phased by your action as she watched it land who knows where.

“Wait…” She trailed off, rewinding your words. “Are you not going to stick around?”

“I did all I could, Sana.” You started, your eyes focused out the open window as a breeze helped to dry off the tears before they even formed. “I kept my word and helped you. I took it off. But you’re gonna need to face him yourself.”

“But I can’t do it alone—“

“You have to.” You snapped, turning back to look at her. You ignored her lips parted in surprise, and continued. “If what I’ve learned about you in this short time is true, it’s the only way you’ll ever be free.”

“What have you learned?”

“Nothing.” You scoffed. “That’s why you have to do it. You’re the only one who actually knows how to deal with this. I can be by your side all you want, but I’ll never be any help. No one ever will.”

Your rant caused a small sob to escape her lips, and she ignored your surprise when she reached for your hand. You could only let her again, allowing yourself to relish in her touch and find pleasure in your body’s reactions to it.

You looked down at your joined hands, watching her intertwine them. You found yourself responding to her touch, your fingers closing around hers.

“Then at least stay.”

You softly caressed the top of her thumb, giving yourself some time to actually think before agreeing this time.

“On one condition.” You said, finding her eyes.

“What is it?”

You glanced down at your tangled hands.

It was an insane thing to look at. To feel. It didn’t make any sense. You’d only met her three days ago. You’d only spent an afternoon, part of an evening with her.

Yet so much happened. So much was felt.

You blinked, and her hand was still in yours. It felt good. But it lacked warmth.

It was telling.

At that moment in time, deep down, you knew this wouldn’t last.

Maybe you’ll part ways right after she’d break the engagement off. Maybe you’ll date and break up once you realise it was all comfort and reassurance disguising as love and affection. Maybe she won’t even break the engagement off.

Whatever the reason, you knew you wouldn’t see her at your wedding.

So you had to make one last thing clear.

“I keep the moonflowers.”

#twice x reader #sana x reader #sana imagines #twice imagines #twice sana #minatozaki sana

[pav-ia]

hi there!

if you're want to, could you write Yandere Pavia with a reader who knows that he's a yandere? [like they can outsmart him]

it's fine if you can't

,, cat and mouse ”

pavia x gn reader drabble

cw :: yandere, unhealthy obsession, reverse yandere(?), mutual pining but like in a fucked up way, dubious consent(kissing)

(hi anon i dont know if this is what u meant so lmk if u were envisioning smth different ! sorry this was short this draft has been rotting for days now)

you werent stupid. you heard the clicks of a camera whenever the sun hit you just right, you knew of the prying eyes that stared at you as you walked down the street, you knew who sent you bouquets and little pieces of jewelry.

but you didnt mind, of course.

you played dumb, so extremely well that he fell right for it.

you flashed him smiles, winks, cute waves. you loved seeing him absolutely fawn over you. maybe the unlocked window was unintentional too~

of course, your teasing started with a simple desire to be safe. you had trusted pavia, but now that youve seen his real colors, you werent so sure. you started by playing dumb so he wouldnt suspect anything, but as time went on you became more and more confident. you were playing a game of cat and mouse, and he thought he was the cat. (he wasnt ♡)

your nervousness around the dangerous man turned into a fascination at how far you could push him. falling into the cute traps hed set only made him more obsessed with you.

admittedly, your fascination turned into admiration, you loved how adorably stupid he was<3

when he kidnapped you, you played right into his cards.

“wh-where am i..?” youd ask in a shaky voice. trying so hard to be that sweet innocent thing he took you as. you already knew everything about his whole setup. he’d brought you to his home, you were in the bedroom that was closest to his own room, and you were blindfolded against the bed.

it was adorable how thrilled he was at your reaction..

he pulled the blindfold off of your eyes, his expression dangerous and dark. he pressed his lips to you, and you didnt even bother feigning surprise. you wanted him just as bad as he wanted you, melting into the kiss. it was desperate, needy and passionate, his hands finding your waist and your hands finding his hair. when he pulled away, he was panting and you were smirking.

“atta boy.” you chuckled, pulling him into another one.

oh shit, hes into that.

#%write #pavia reverse 1999 #pavia x reader #pavia reverse 1999 x reader #pavia x you #reverse 1999 #reverse1999 x reader #pavia #r1999 #r99 pavia #yandere pavia

[bunnyswritings]

ur blog is soo helpful !!!! ive been looking into writing more lately and this is like a godsend <3 i was wondering if u could do some starter tips?? like stuff to avoid as a new writer :o ps. hope ur having a wonderful week!!!

ahhh, hello!! this is such a sweet message, and thank you, i hope you have a fruitful week ahead too ♡ i'm so glad you're writing more lately- i'll def do my best to provide some starter tips (though i'm really also a starter myself 😅 so i hope you like these, and feel free to let me know what you think!) also, just to put it out there that these are what i found helpful personally / what i think will be helpful, and may / may not resonate with everyone. Also, this topic is soooo broad and there are a million things that can be covered, but for now I'll just keep it short and go with stuff to avoid (or rather, approach differently) as per request. if you / anyone else would like another post for more specific writing tips, feel free to drop it in my ask box!

Some general writing tips — stuff to avoid; little things to not overdo

over-planning

overusing fancy vocabulary

over-describing

over-criticising your work

over-comparing

more details under the cut!

Over-planning — plan the general outline, direction of your plot, message of your story, characters and their rough personalities; yes, do all that well! good planning makes for a good story, but i think it's helpful to remember that sometimes things don't pan out the way we envision them to. and it's important to let certain things go, appropriately of course. if your initial storyline doesn't quite fit the characterisation of the protagonist etc (and vice versa), then perhaps it's time to rethink things — and NOT be too hard-up about it. [tldr: be flexible!]

Overusing bombastic vocabulary — i'm sure you've come across millions of writing advice pieces that aim to spruce up your vocabulary with bombastic phrases. by all means go ahead and pick a few that fit the mood and style of your writing. otherwise, i'd say that sometimes, less is more. throwing in fancy words for the sake of it may not be as helpful as you think. there should be a fine balance between using words that add flavour + help to illustrate nuances and using words to make your piece seem complex. simplicity goes a long way, as i've learnt. but having said that, building up a solid repertoire of vocabulary / good phrases is always helpful, the key thing is using those phrases in the right context. definitely easier said than done, so i suggest reading your favourite author's works couple of times through and pick up their way of using language to their advantage.

Over-describing — narration, descriptive language are great, and can really help to nudge your story in the right direction. it helps set the scene, the mood, and all these are critical in writing... BUT! not the same can be applied to describing actions. not every single action has to be written out explicitly — an example: she walks over to the kitchen, turns around, and opens the refrigerator. she then takes out a canned drink, and places the drink on the countertop... etc — you get the point. some things can be left implied, rather than explicit.

Over-criticising your work — ahh, the age-old piece of advice. i do it all the time, and you probably do too... sometimes, being harsh on yourself and on your work may seem like the only way to better yourself and push your limits, but often times, i personally find that this is counter-productive both on the physical and mental front. it wears you down, it is a nidus for dejection and negative vibes. i think the way i try to get round this is by taking pride in my own work; telling myself that 'this is something i wrote, these are my ideas put into prose, these are my thoughts written on paper'. the caveat here is that avoiding being over-critical of your work DOES NOT and should not mean avoiding proofreading. proofreading is extremely crucial to check for grammatical and structural errors (i recommend doing it once or twice yourself, and if possible, getting a fresh pair of eyes to do the same).

Over-comparing — this ties in nicely with the previous point. take pride in your work! this is something original from you and you only, written in your unique style. having authors/writers whom you look up to is essential in moulding your writing style and habits, but should not be the sole focus when you write. remember that every writer is different, every piece of writing is different; this goes even for pieces with similar plots / tropes / character personalities. nuances, subtleties and underlying messages can come through very differently when written by different people. after all, our life journeys are all personal, which is a factor influencing the way we convey messages across through the written word.

and... that's it for now! i really hope that this helps. honestly, i'm scratching the surface here, and there are lots more i can talk about when i have more braincells >_<

feel free to drop any other requests or questions in my ask if you'd like ♡

#writing tips #writing resources #writing inspo #writing inspiration #writing advice #creative writing #creative writing prompts #writing prompts #prompts #writerscommunity #writeblr #fanfiction prompts #new writer boost #writer #writing dialogue #bunnyswritings #bunnyrequests #bunnyrambles

[jenoslutie]

the (real) fake boyfriend

genre: fluff, fake dating au, youtuber au

wc: 1500

warnings: none! just kissing (barely)

a/n: HI THIS FIC IS FOR THE neosecretsanta event for @flowerboykun! uhhh this is very late. also, this didn't come out as good as i envisioned and seems a little rushed but i hope u enjoy nonetheless.

Day 1: The Plan

Ever since you started your Youtube channel, you’ve been pretty stress-free, with no school, no worrying about grades, and no worrying about having to be on time for a job. Life was going smoothly for you - until now

You were on the run. 

On the run from being used as a marketing scheme. Your management wants you to announce your relationship with Mark Tuan, a fellow YouTuber who makes gaming content. It was every girl’s dream to be with Mark. His Youtube comments are flooded with girls swooning over his every move. However, you decided you’re not falling for that. You're not even romantically associated with Mark. 

The only way to get out of this was to suddenly announce to your manager that you have a boyfriend that you haven’t told them about yet! So your only option now was to bribe your best friends/assistants to find you some candidates for your fake boyfriend. 

You explained everything to Jaemin and Miriah over what was supposed to be just an innocent best-friend lunch date. “Okay, Here’s the deal. I’m gonna need both of you to help find guys that can be my fake boyfriend,” Miriah’s face lit up as you explained but after thinking for a minute, she scowled in Jaemin’s direction. “You want him to find you a boyfriend?” Jaemin opened his mouth to protest but Miriah cut him off before he could even say anything. “He can’t even get himself a girlfriend. How about this? He finds the candidates, I’ll help interview them with you and then one of us can make the contract” 

“Sounds good to me” 

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Day 2: Interviewing The Candidates

“Okay,” You adjusted things on your makeshift interview table “Send the first one in” 

The first candidate was Johnny, he was tall with a lot of muscles, brown eyes, a sharp jawline, and soft cat-like features. 

The second candidate was Jaehyun, also tall, also had a lot of muscles, brown eyes, a square-ish jawline and he had soft peach-like skin. 

The third (and final) candidate was Jeno, he was slightly above average height (Miriah assumed around 5 '9 - 5' 10), was very muscular, had an adorable eye smile, and was very sweet. 

Jaemin popped inside your office room as soon as Jeno walked out. “That was the last one” You nodded, looking down at the notes you had taken on each guy. “I liked Jeno” you finally spoke. “Me too but I don’t know, he was sweet but something wasn’t clicking” Miriah admitted while she texted her boyfriend, Samuel, giving him all the details of all the candidates. 

“Hey, Miriah?” Jaemin narrowed his eyes at her, which went unnoticed by Miriah who was too busy tapping away at her phone 

“Yeah?” 

“I don’t recall you being the one looking for a boyfriend here! We didn’t ask if he clicked for you or not” 

“You know wha-” 

“SHUT UP!” You interrupted their bickering before it went too far. “Jaemin, is there anyone else?” He thought for a second before calling someone on his phone and stepping out of the office. 

“That little bitch” Miriah grumbled. 

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Day 3: #NewBoyfriendCheck 

When Jaemin introduced you to the only other option he had left, you didn’t expect it to be Haechan, Jaemin’s other best friend. 

“Hi, I’m Donghyuck, but everyone calls me Haechan” 

“I know. I’ll be right back” you excused yourself before stepping out to where Jaemin was supposed to be standing. Instead, He was leaning on the door, trying to hear whatever he could from your conversation so as soon as you opened the door, Jaemin almost came tumbling on top of you. “Jaemin! You little fucker!”  He sheepishly smiled at that. 

“So? How’d it go” 

“He’s the one Jaemin!” You were beyond happy at the thought that you would be free from having to announce Mark Tuan as your boyfriend now. “Wait! hold on, I have to go tell him” And you left Jaemin standing confused. 

“Okay! You’re fit for the role of my on-screen boyfriend or whatever. I just need to you sign this contract” You handed him the contract which consisted of basic details about the purpose of your arrangement and rules. 

Rules

Be honest. Be open and honest with each other

Restrict your feelings. In other words, keep your feelings to yourself. 

No dating anyone else (even if it's real) 

You can sleep with other people.

This is a business relationship. No feelings involved.  

“Oh wait! One more thing before you leave?” Haechan cranes his head to look at you, smiling slightly before you continue “So considering we will be in a ‘relationship’” You start, doing air quotes with your fingers at the word relationship, “That’d also require you to move in with me for a bit. You know so that my manager is convinced it’s real and I'm not making it up” He looked taken back for a second before he flashed a genuine smile and nodded. 

“Okay, when do you want me to bring my stuff over?” 

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Day 6: Internet Famous

“And he moved in???” Your manager shrieked, his head in his hands as he paced around anxiously. You frowned “You literally wanted me to date Mark Tuan for publicity. Why are you so fussy about my actual boyfriend living with me?” 

“Well living with your boyfriend is going to lead to I don't know! Babies or some shit” 

Haechan scoffed from where he sat next to you with his arm thrown over your shoulder. “We’re smarter than that, we use protection” 

Your eyes widened as you turned to look at him considering you both have not even done as much as a kiss. Your manager’s expression matched yours but he seemed more disgusted than you “You know what, do what you want. Just no babies…please.”  

Ever since you posted Haechan on your Instagram, your popularity shot up immediately, your comments filled with everyone complimenting how good the both of you looked together and such. Of course, there were some rude comments but you didn't really pay any mind to them, you were just happy about the outcome of a single post. 

“You know what we should do?” You started, looking over at Haechan once again “Start an OnlyFans together?” He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively at you, making you shove him away from you in faux disgust “No you freak! I was gonna say record a YouTube video together” 

“Oh, That works too” 

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Day 7: First Kiss?

You sat down on your bed editing the Youtube video you shot yesterday, across from Haechan who was currently sitting in front of his laptop, playing some game with Jaemin. You kept replaying the part where Haechan “accidentally” stole a kiss from you as you were doing his makeup, something about the way he just grabbed your face and kissed you as you worked on setting his brows with a brow gel gave you butterflies, no matter how many times you watched it over and over again. 

“Jaemin! Can you stop fucking shooting me you freak” Haechan whined from across the room, interrupting you from watching the clip for the millionth time in the past hour. “Haechan stop screaming please, I’m trying to edit,” Haechan whined louder when you said that. “No one loves me here!” You groaned loudly, shutting your computer and throwing it beside you on the bed. “What will it take for you to shut up?” He pretended to think for a bit before he heard Jaemin scream “Make her kiss you!” from his headset. “Hmm, I’ll shut up if i get a kiss” He tried to make it more convincing by pouting at you “Ew, never mind, keep screaming” You picked up your laptop and walked out to the living room to continue editing. 

“I don’t know how long I can do this”

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Day 8: Double date 

“I don’t like that Samuel guy” Haechan scoffed as soon as you parted ways with Miriah and her boyfriend after your double date for your YouTube video. You nodded as the both of you walked over to your favorite coffee shop. “I don’t get why Miriah is still with him, I’m a better boyfriend than he is” Haechan walked into the coffee shop behind you before throwing his arm around your shoulders, “I think you agree” you shrugged his arm off your shoulders “Dude, you’re my fake boyfriend” 

“Tryna change that?” 

“I mean…” 

“Dude, I’m tryna rizz you up” He frowned, placing his arms on both of your shoulders and touching his forehead with yours,

“You should be mine”  You failed to hold in your laughter, “If you want to kiss me that bad, just say so” 

“I do” 

“Do it, pussy” and with that, he pulled you in for a soft kiss, he slowly slides his hands across your body and then rests one hand on your cheek giving you butterflies. 

And that was, the most perfect kiss was with your new (actual) boyfriend

#neosecretsanta #neohub #haechan fluff #haechan smut #haechan fic #nct fic #nct smut

[mecachrome]

Hi k! I love reading your ojp scholarship, as he has crept up on me and taken over my brain. Weird question but why do you think he picked Lando as his guy to be a bit weird about?

hi anon 🥺 first off thank u for indulging me & also that is not a weird question at all!!!

ok obviously this is just me saying Anything so i apologize in advance T__T but tbh i think a lot of it ultimately goes back to the idea of lando's ~Proximity~ and how a very specific mélange of career circumstance laid out a foundation for oscar's interest extremely early on... which. let me explain!!! more behind the cut:

not to go on too much of a tangent but if you look at the current drivers in f1 who are roughly within a few years of oscar's age and could have feasibly been someone he'd looked up to coming up the ranks, i'd say the cutoff is like, 2018? so the group is basically charles/george/alex/lando, of whom the first 3 were alr in intrepid together (albeit in diff categories) when oscar had barely started karting at all. also alex moved up to single-seaters very early and his career/road to f1 is obviously a lot more complex than the others, so in reality the only ones oscar would have properly "followed" are lando and george, and then having gone through rfm & british f4 himself it makes sense that he'd lean more toward lando.

...idk how to put this succinctly but basically it's Like: so you're a kid in australia who believes in yourself so much you're willing to move halfway across the globe and attend boarding school by yourself while all your friends and family and the World As You've Always Known It grows and changes without you, and the team you're determined to prove yourself at has semi-recently achieved victory with a guy named lando norris, who is now british f4 champion and runs three separate series the same year you move to europe and goes on to win them all, who is extremely accessible on social media and is kind of awkward but charming and uses dumb unfunny gifs that match your level of online humor exactly, and all the while you're learning to navigate a new country, learning what it really means to prioritize the endless grind of motorsport, and you wouldn't dare look too far ahead into the future but sometimes you see him and think if he can keep winning everything then why not you?

So. also i think what always krills meeee about young_814 lore is that you have to really envision what they looked like circa 2016 like they were undersized dweebs for a majority of their lives!!! anyway. but also nasdlfnagk every time oscar is like i thought you were 30 with your goatee going on haha xD it's like U knowww he's flashing back to that image of little baby lando in his mind..... ok i need to relax.

there are of course other people oscar could have been weird about but in the end it's kind of just a Skill Issue thing / matter of attrition. like from the rfm pack max and logan and guanyu never progressed the same way lando did, and you also have to remember that by the time lando was a mclaren junior he was genuinely their Golden BoyTM, and i know we often talk about lando's competency kink but oscar is also similar to that but in like a ........ he needs to respect you on some fundamental level to be obsessed with you. so the fact that he genuinely rates lando contributes (imo) massively to the fundamentals of their dynamic!!!

also tbh to me one of oscar's biggest mental strengths is specifically that he isn't a very sentimental person, as in if he left to another team i don't think he'd be torn up or anything about not having lando as a teammate lol. but i DO believe he's someone who adapts very well to unfamiliar environments and is always willing to match someone's energy/meet them where they're at (again - especially when he respects them), so he's basically the perfect person to vibe with lando's idiosyncrasies and engage in all the lighthearted push/pulling they have going on. because like he genuinely thinks lando is funny and is more than happy to follow along his meandering bantz and the weirder lando is the weirder oscar is in response and that's just how they Work ?__? so At the end of the day it's: oscar was once a teenage boy who followed (still does) at ladbible instagram and watched the same gaming streamers lando likes or whatever and has seen lando grow into the man he is today (way more confident and "visible" and successful, very much a menace, brutally honest as ever) from this Very Specific vantage point of basically the only other junior after lando to have followed the same path to f1 and been Equally as good / achieved the same stock.

*__* does any of that make sense. 

do u ever think about how lando (extensively nurtured by the team as their only junior) and oscar (basically crashlanded belatedly into his seat) are the only driver pairing in team history to have both debuted with mclaren........ do you ever think about how in a way lando's karting success indirectly influenced oscar's move to europe. do you ever think about how if alpine weren't an abject mess we would have never gotten 814 as teammates and lando would have just been Another Guy On The Grid to him........ 😮‍💨

#ask #me: i'll be brief. also me: (writes 20 paragraphs)