#I have one more Vday piece

[moibakadesu]

Happy Valentine's Day

[hoonieyun]

this is where it ends ⋆˙⟡♡

days of dodging your boyfriend after your fight finally lead you to the answer you've been looking for (read part one here) heeseung 𐐪♡𐑂 jongseong 𐐪♡𐑂 jaeyun 𐐪♡𐑂 sunghoon genre: aaaaangsttttt!!! angst!! heartbreak.. OOF warnings: toxic relationship, bad coping mechanisms, profanity, mentions of drinking as an addiction, gaslighting, arguing, 18+

hoonieyun notes: WHEW... lowkey was like.. damn this shit is TOO angsty so sorry in advance but im obsessed with angst lately and watching xo kitty did not help because that show was a rollercoaster LMAO anyways i hope you guys enjoy this sad piece of work because i have more coming with my vday anthology and exes reunited series plus! i've just announced my 1k follower special!

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heeseung ⋆˚ʚɞ

it had been 3 days since you left heeseung standing in your apartment, dumbfounded and unsure of where you were. you really had hoped he would run after you that night but he didn’t and that seemed to put the nail in the coffin for you. 

were you ready to throw away your relationship all because of this? 

was it worth it to lose the person you love? 

you had pondered on so many questions since that night and each question felt like you were guilt tripping yourself into thinking that your own feelings weren’t valid, like you were trying to convince yourself that you were overreacting and that heeseung was right. 

why were you being so annoying?

but these questions only led to more questions instead of answers.

were you being annoying or were you just tired of not being heard? 

if you hadn’t been the one to constantly ask him to clean up after himself would he have done it on his own? 

why were you trying to come up with reasons to talk yourself back into his arms when you truly knew deep down the answer you were looking for…

you just weren’t ready to come to terms with it. 

so here you were, hurriedly packing what you could before heeseung could come home. and just to your luck, he had arrived much earlier than you anticipated. “yn?” heeseungs says, shock painted across his face as he sees you standing in the hallway with a box of your things. 

“wh- what are you doing?” he asks, eyes falling on the box in your hands. 

both of you knew the answer to that. 

“i think- i can’t do this anymore, hee… 

i did a lot of thinking these past fews days and everything i thought of i found myself trying to make excuses for you. trying to figure out why i was acting this way and why i was going out of my way to make it seem like i was the one causing these issues and stressing myself out and then i realized… 

why was i trying to compromise my own happiness and well being for someone who didn’t care about me? 

for someone who couldn’t simply understand where i was coming from and couldn’t even listen to me when all i would ask for was something so easy as to clean up after yourself. 

heeseung, you’re grown and so am i and i’m done acting like your words and actions don’t hurt solely for the fact that i don’t want to lose you. 

we’re over.” your eyes had tears pooling in them but you refused to let them fall in front of heeseung. 

“what?” heeseung asks, slipping his shoes off and running over to you in an attempt to stop you, reaching for the box but you move out of the way before he can. 

“yn.. can we please talk about this? don’t jump to conclusions just because you’re hurt. this isn’t what you want, what about us? 

are you willing to throw us away because of some petty fight?” and that’s when you knew that you and heeseung weren’t on the same page… at all. 

“that’s what you have to say?” and at this point you had lost the fight to stop the tears from falling. 

“you haven’t even apologized? and now you’re here trying to gaslight me into thinking that what i’m feeling is just the result of a petty fight? 

hee, you never listen to me. you dismissed my feelings and all i asked was you clean up our bedroom because i was tired. i’m sorry but if that was such a hard task then i don’t know what to tell you. 

i’m not jumping to conclusions. heeseung, we’re done.” you say, pushing passed him so you could leave and move on. start new and heal from this pain. 

“really? you’re just going to walk away?” heeseung asks, still refusing to take accountability for his actions. 

“i’m not walking away… you pushed me away.”

“bye, heeseung.”

jongseong ⋆˚ʚɞ

jay hadn’t been able to pick up a bottle of alcohol since that night… 5 months ago. he hadn’t realized he developed a bad habit of drinking all because he couldn’t wrap his head around the fact that his loving girlfriend, the one who took care of him, who loved him, who fought for him to make things right, was slowly becoming someone he didn’t love anymore. 

so why was it that now that you two were broken up, he wants nothing more to get back together with you? 

he thought about the day you finally came back. after you ran out in the middle of the night jay didn’t see you for a whole week and by the end of that week, you would be gone for good. 

“is this what you really want?” jay had asked you right before you left. 

“its not what i want… but it doesn’t seem like what i want would be something that could ever happen if i stayed with you. 

you hurt me, jay. all i ever did was care for you and love you and it made me realize i hadn’t felt care or love from you for a while now. 

i truly hope that you get help for your drinking problem but i’m sorry i’m not going to be the one to fix it for you.” and with that you were gone. out of jay’s life and although you had said that you weren’t going to be the one to fix his drinking problem, in a lot of ways; you did fix it. 

he hadn’t drank since that night and vowed to himself that he wouldn’t drink ever again and 5 months after, he’s kept that promise. 

jay wished that he did keep his promise to you. 

when he finally asked you to be his girlfriend, he had promised to hold your heart close to his and to never break it. only to find himself distancing his heart from yours and eventually shattering it into millions of pieces when you got into a fight that night. 

but he was now forced to face all of this all over again as you stood in front of him, mirroring the same shocked face he had as the two of you run into each other at a mutual friends party. 

you hadn’t seen jay since that night and although your heart ached for him, you had to choose yourself. you couldn’t stand being with someone who saw you as overbearing when all you did was care for and love them. 

you truly had been worried about jay ever since his drinking habits had gone worse and maybe you could’ve gone about it a better way and not made him feel attacked for his actions but he didn’t have the same consideration for you so why should you do the same… right? 

“h-hi.. yn. you look good.” jay stutters. 

“you do too, um.. i–” you begin to say but he cuts you off. “look, i know we didn’t end on the right foot and these past five months have been hard for me so i could only imagine how hard they’ve been on you. 

i wasn’t right to treat you that way and i’m sorry i’m only realizing it now. i miss you so much and i spend countless nights thinking about you. reminiscing on the good times and how i let myself ruin all of it. 

i’m sorry, yn.” it all comes out like word vomit and quite frankly, you weren’t prepared to hear any of it. you also hadn’t expected him to have this much of grasp on your relationship five months after, but it was all too late. 

“i’m sorry too, jay– but i can’t keep doing this. i think you need to move on. i know i will…” you muttered.

“for what it’s worth… you did help me… i’m five months sober.” he confesses and you give him a tight lipped smile. 

“take care of yourself, ok?” you say before turning around to leave and although jay wished that he could’ve said all of this five months sooner in hopes that it would’ve fixed your relationship, he respects your wishes and just hopes that the next guy who comes around would love you the way you deserved to be loved. 

jaeyun ⋆˚ʚɞ

in the time you’ve dated jake or quite frankly, anyone, they had never raised their voice and spoke to you in that way. jake seemed so angry and upset that it scared you. you knew that jake would never hurt you but his words pierced your heart in ways that caused you pain you had never felt before, especially from someone you love and was supposed to love you.

it always hurts more when it comes from someone you love right? 

you had come home the next day and found jake sleeping on the couch, hugging the plushy that he often said looked like you. 

you’d be lying if you said that seeing him like this didn’t make your heart hurt… but it did. 

it seemed like jake had fallen asleep on the couch waiting for you but you couldn’t shake the feeling.

the feeling of being unwanted, unloved, undesirable, and not enough for someone who is supposed to love you. 

but if jake had loved you he wouldn’t have raised his voice at you.. let alone speak to you in that tone and used language that was meant to hurt someone. 

“yn? is that you?” he says, stretching on the couch and rubbing his eyes, causing you to snap out of it. you quickly wipe away the tears that had miraculously appeared. “um, yeah. i just came to grab some things. you can go back to sleeping..” you explained as you made your way to your shared bedroom. 

“baby? can we talk?” jake says, peering into the room as he sees you packing your things inside of duffel bag. “wait- what are you packing? are you leaving? baby, please don’t do this, can we talk this out?” he was now on his knees in front of you, clutching onto your sweater while he begged. 

“jake, get up.” you say, rolling your eyes at him. 

“its just for a few days, i need time to myself- i need to think, ok?” you said and even now, even when you’re still hurting because of him from the night before, you were here trying to comfort him. 

jake stands up with a sniffle and he attempts to link your hands together but you pull away to continue packing your bag. “when are we going to talk about this? i love you, i don’t want you to leave… please stay.” he continues to beg and although its working, you needed to stay strong. 

“if you loved me you wouldn’t have spoken to me like that. people who love each other don’t speak to people they love that way. 

jake, you hurt me… and i don’t know what i did to deserve that treatment but i just wanted help. i spent all day running errands despite feeling like shit because of my period and you dismissed my feelings like it was nothing. 

that blanket meant so much to me, you knew that it was from my late grandmother yet you tossed it aside for your own accord because you didn’t have the same care for me and the things i love the way i do for you.” you said with a huff as you stuffed the last of your things into the bag. 

“when will you come back?” was all jake asked and all you could muster up was a shrug, because you weren’t entirely sure when you would be back. 

needless to say, a few days turned into a few weeks, and a few weeks turned into a few months and at some point you found yourself not having the need to come back. 

you wished you could get the closure you wanted from jake and you were sure he also wanted that, but walking away was something you needed to do. even if it was just one instance where jake spoke to you that way, it was enough for you to leave because you weren’t going to allow yourself to be with someone who found it in themselves to speak that way to someone they supposedly loved. 

not then, not now, and not ever.

sunghoon ⋆˚ʚɞ

sunghoon hadn’t known what he was doing, it was like his body was moving before his brain could think because he was running back inside and grabbing his car keys to drive after you. 

he wasn’t sure where you were headed off to but he had guessed that you were most likely going to stay with your mom. you were always close with your mom and she often was the person you went to when you were having troubles if you didn’t go to sunghoon. 

sunghoon knew he fucked up and he shouldn’t have treated you that way let alone let some strangers treat you that way. he didn’t know what let him get to the point where he was allowing these men to speak about you, the girl that he loved, in a way that made you feel small. demeaning and degrading you in a way that he hadn’t realized and even if he did, he chose to look away instead of defend you all because he was filled with the greed of wanting this promotion. 

was it even worth it anymore if it meant losing you? 

sunghoon was speeding at this point and although you hadn’t left much before he had went to follow you, there was no one else in the streets as he sped through to catch up to you. 

in a short amount of time, he’s turning into the street that your mom lives on and sure enough, he sees you just about to walk up to the front door. he hapazardly parks the car on the side of the street and stumbles out of his car to get to you. 

“yn, please. wait, lets talk about this!” he says and you’re startled at sunghoon suddenly appearing and you wipe the tears from your face and blink a few times to make sure he was actually there. 

“hoon? what are you doing here?” you ask, stepping down the small stairway that led to your mom’s home. “i couldn’t just let you leave like that, we need to talk-

look i’m sorry for the way i treated you and even more sorry that i let them treat you that way. i love you so much and i couldn’t imagine the amount of hurt i caused you for making it seem like i was okay with letting them say those things about you all because i wanted that promotion so damn bad. 

i was selfish and greedy but those are the things that make me want you more. i don’t want you to leave and walk away from me because i am selfish and greedy and i want you all to myself. 

i’m sorry that i didn’t defend you and i made you feel small…” he says and at this point sunghoon is crying. his voice breaks with every other word and you truly hadn’t seen sunghoon in this much distress, ever. 

you didn’t know how to respond but the longer you looked into sunghoon’s bloodshot eyes, the more confused you became. 

you could tell sunghoon was sincere but you didn’t think this was something that could be fixed right then and there. your sensitivity was always something you struggled with and sunghoon knew that yet he brushed off your feelings like it was nothing. 

“you shouldn’t have driven out all this way… 

because although i appreciate your apology i don’t know that i’m in the right place to accept it or to forgive you. 

sunghoon you hurt me and you let others hurt me. 

i’m selfish too, i want you all to myself too and i wouldn’t have stayed so long if i didn’t love you and want to be with you… but-

i don’t know if i can be with someone that doesn’t see me in the way i deserve. 

and i certainly know i don’t deserve any of that.” both of your attention is drawn to the sound of the front door as it opens, revealing your mother in her nightwear and arms crossed; a displeased expression on her face. 

“i’ll reach out to you when i’m ready.” you say and without another word you’re retreating into your mom’s home, hiding away from sunghoon and preparing yourself to have to face the inevitable one day. 

sunghoon on the other hand, drags himself to his car, head hanging low as he has to come to terms that his own selfishness and greed for the one he loved was also what caused him to lose the love of his life. 

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[umamaki]

SHOOT YOUR SHOT!

it’s “don’t fuck a frat dude” until you meet the boy who wants to shoot tequila into your mouth with a water gun.

2/5 of my valentine's day event!

rafayel x fem!reader

CW american university au, rafayel frat boy lol, explicit smut, alcohol, language, drunk sex, intoxication, parties, fake weapons, pet names, fingering, finger sucking?!, orgasm denial, penetrative sex, red flag if u squint? praise kink, protected sex yay, one night stand ish. WC 1.7k

NOTE so sorry this is the only non-established relationship fic in my vday event. partially inspired by real experiences from a darty last semester, liquor really tastes better from a fake firearm. fun fact, i was in a sorority once… (said in spongebobs voice) (flashbacks…) ok enough about me lol enjoy. the title itself is my best work yet.

The most common piece of college dating advice you’ve received: don’t get involved with the frats. don’t date the dudes, and definitely do not fuck them. Maybe there was some truth in the warnings, but you’d be a fool to pass up free booze on the weekends.

It’s only but an hour into the afternoon, and the house’s backyard is already crowded with drunk bodies dancing asynchronously to the music. It’s hot as fuck out. In this moment, your have to be thankful for the beach theme, allowing you to wear the minimal clothing you have on: your best bathing suit and cutest coverup.

There’s no way you’re doing this sober, so you part with the friends you came with and make a bee-line to the drink table not long after you’re all in. You could do with something cold, or something bubbly.

The crowd around the table dissipates and you step up. It’s one of those white foldout tables, branded in paint with the fraternity’s emblematic greek letters. Bottles of soda and empty solo cups are scattered throughout, whereas the alcohol was guarded behind the table, where the fraternity brothers stood. The surface of the table itself is covered in enough liquid that the clear blue of the sky reflects up from below you.

“How about a shot?” You must’ve been taking too long to decide. You look up at the boy across from you. He leans slightly forward with two hands resting on the table’s edge for balance. He has his floral shirt completely unbuttoned, displaying his sculpted chest, with his designer sunglasses pushed up into the sea of his purple hair. He smiles at you as if you had known one another your whole lives, but you swear you’ve never seen his face before today.

“What?”

“Tequila.” The boy shakes the water gun he picks up and you get what he’s implying.

Taking a shot of tequila from a water gun? Absolute insanity. The idea is hilarious to you, something only a frat brain could come up with. You hold in a laugh, letting the only thing come out of your mouth being a noncommittal, “sure.” Because why the fuck not.

He smiles at your response, pleased to have convinced you to entertain him during his shift. There’s a foreign warmth in your stomach as he does so, like his satisfaction made you more secure in your answer. “Open up then, pretty.”

You do as he says, unhinging your jaw and flattening your tongue to the bottom of your mouth. Theres not a moment of hesitation before you feel the liquor hit the back of your throat. Its contact with the inside of your mouth slightly burns, but you recognize that it’s the good brand. You feel an intrinsic desire to take it all down, to satisfy him, make him proud. Therefore you decide that the burn is quite nice. Tolerable.

His finger doesn’t lift from the gun’s colorful trigger, so you keep your mouth open, gladly accepting the continuous stream of alcohol that he shoots into your mouth. His hand stays steady, his face stoic and focused. You watch as his eyes trail down to your neck, where your throat bobs with every swallow you take. His gaze lingers in that spot before he forces himself to lock his eyes with yours once more, now with a flicker of determination.

You stay in your positions, eyes silently communicating to one another a feeling you couldn’t pinpoint yourself. You’re maybe four or five shots in before the flow of tequila sputters and stops, the last drops of it dripping down your chin.

That damn smile is back on his face. He looks at you the way he did before, with a kind familiarity. You’re still trying to catch your breath, and maybe your balance too, the liquor has already warmed the inside of your stomach and is making its way to your cheeks.

“Dude, Rafayel. You used all the tequila, bro.” Rafayel turns to the other man, looks down at the gun, then back at you.

“Oh, shame.” He says, uncaring. Again, he doesn’t break eye contact with you as he speaks. His friend shakes his head before leaving you in your bubble for two. “Ah, let me get that for you.”

Rafayel doesn’t give you a warning or wait for your approval before reaching to wipe the leftover tequila from the side of your lips, even going so far as to suck the waste from his thumb afterwards. “Hm, good,” he notes to no one in particular.

There’s something about the man that makes you want to stay in his company. You don’t want him to refill the tequila-gun. You certainly don’t want him to serve a drink (or five) to anyone else. You had to think fast.

“Do you have any water?”

Rafayel nods, face back to its previous stoic state, as if gears were turning in his head. “It’s good to stay hydrated. Water’s inside.”

He circles around the table to your side first, before leading you into the house. You’re grateful the inside is empty. He pulls a water bottle from the house’s poorly stocked fridge, giving it to you.

You’re halfway through thanking him before your back is pressed against the cold fridge, cold drops of condensation from the plastic bottle drip down your half-exposed chest. His sturdy arms cage your body in on both sides and his face is mere inches from yours. He’s desperate.

“What are you doing to me?” He strains the words out, as if it hurt to say them.

“What?”

“Don’t play coy. What you did to me out there… it was…” You can’t believe what you are hearing. You’re still trying to wrap your head around what went on a few minutes ago outside. “Do you want to go upstairs with me?”

You only nod, and you know it isn’t just the alcohol in your system speaking, you’ve wanted him since the first time he flashed you his smile.

He kisses you, needy and passionate, with a force that sends your head bumping with the refrigerator door. He takes the gasp you release when he nudges his knee between your legs as an invitation to insert his tongue into your mouth, claiming it as his.

His hot breath is the only air that surrounds you. It is dizzying, yet leaves you wanting more of him. The alcohol in your system only made you crave his touch more. You tug on the loose flap of his button-up. “Upstairs,” you mutter it into his lips, refusing to break the kiss.

Rafayels lips are still on yours when he carries you up one flight of stairs and takes you to his bedroom. You notice that he smiles when he kisses you.

He lays you on his bed only to reluctantly leave. He takes an new box of condoms from the bottom of his dresser and tears it open, grabbing one before making his way back to you.

You make quick work in undoing his shorts once he’s at the foot of the bed. His hard erection is a mouth watering sight. He was long, and he shivers in your hold when your thumb spreads his leaking precum around his tip. The moan that escapes him is pornographic. You lick your lips and gather as much spit as you can, letting it pool onto his length. You begin to lower your head before he pulls you back up.

You’re extremely confused. “You don’t want me to suck your dick?”

“No. I mean yes, it’s all I’ve been thinking about since…” he gives you a kind smile with a shake of his head, “just — allow me.”

He positions you on your back and hovers above you; close, but not touching. He pulls the bottom of your bathing suit to the side, giving him access to your wet folds. He inserts two long fingers into your entrance, easily slipping inside and immediately hitting your g-spot.

“That’s a good girl. Taking it for me so well, just like you did outside, yeah?” Hearing his praise sends pleasure to your core. Your dripping arousal coats his fingers and absorbs into the sheets below you. Your chest heaves with each moan that his fingers coax out from you.

Rafayel’s fingers abuse your pussy at a brutal pace, jamming into you even harder when he feels your walls clench around his digits. Your release never comes. He pulls out at the last second, leaving your hole spasming and you frustrated.

“What the f—mmh!” He stuffs his digits in your mouth to silence you; nonetheless, you clean him off of your juices. Again, you catch him staring at the movement of your throat as you take thick swallows.

“I’m sorry, I just can’t wait any longer.” The condom goes on, and he’s back on top of you, lining himself up with your entrance. His hand takes hold of the base of your neck as he connects his lips back to yours. He thrusts himself into you at last, drawing matching gasps from your lips. “So tight, baby. You look so cute like this, already wanting to come from being fingered. You can wait, can’t you?”

There’s that feeling wanting to please him again, wanting to keep being his good girl. He brutally jerks his hips into yours. Your wet sounds fill the room, bouncing off your bodies and the four walls that surround you.

“Fuck, I can’t get enough of your perfect pussy. Gonna carve it out just for me, so I’m the only one who can fuck you like this.” He grunts through gritted teeth, fucking you so hard that you know it’ll bruise.

“Rafayel — gotta come, please,”

“Go ahead, come on my cock. Prove to me how good I make you feel.” Your orgasm finally comes crashing down on you. Rafayel fucks you through your orgasm, prolonging it until you’re writhing below him.

He makes sure that you’ve caught your breath before allowing himself to spill his seed into the condom, still inserted inside your warm cunt. He collapses on you and the weight feels comfortable. You feel his heartbeat beating through his chest, and notice the way it quickens when he embarrassingly asks if you’d like to go on a proper date with him.

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[freckliedan]

Wait you reblogged something about dnp getting outed before the height of the careers? Did I miss something lol when were they outed

oh my god. i love that this is not something everyone knows anymore. but it's also absolutely fucking insane to me that this knowledge could potentially be lost. it's the biggest piece of context necessary for understanding them.

they were outed in 2011 on a smaller scale and again in 2012 on a massive scale, both times by the same video.

on september 17th of 2011 there was a platform wide glitch on youtube where, at random, a bunch of videos that had been uploaded and listed as private were suddenly unprivatized.

one of the videos that was unprivatized was a deeply earnest private message to dan that phil uploaded on february 13th of 2010, because dan was in india with his family and it was their first valentine's day together. there are a lot of intimate details about their early relationship in this video.

it gets called the vday or valentine's day video by phannies because it was titled ":3".

it was only up for a couple hours, but there are posts from phannies within that span. they reached out to people asking that it not be circulated with a poor cover story (that it was a prank they thought better of because it would be too mean).

people did not publicly circulate it for a period of time, but on halloween of 2012 it got posted publicly and got spread everywhere immediately. that's the second and more major outing.

in the years of like, 2013 thru the end of tatinof era at least but likely longer than that? if it got posted anywhere publicly it would get copyright struck by phil and removed. i don't have a definitive end date but the copyright strikes aren't still happening.

the leak is absolutely what lead to the peak era of dan and phil's closeting. understanding their need for control and how momentous it is that they trust us with anything requires knowledge of this context, imo.

i don't reccomend watching it. i haven't in some time.

i am open about the fact that i did watch it as a teenager in november of 2012, back when it was still circulating on tumblr. when i returned a couple weeks later to rewatch it, the entire blog i'd originally seen it on had been nuked for copyright infringement, and that wasn't uncommon for the era.

it was a really bad time in the phandom. dan briefly made a "customer service" sideblog & vehemently shut down people speculating on his sexuality/relationship with phil.

all of the archival information we have on dan and phil—the dailybooths, the formsprings, the old tweets, the videos they've taken off their channels, liveshows, vyous, etc? so much of that information was saved despite dan and phil trying to eradicate it in the immediate aftermath of the leak.

it's incredible that we still have it all, and even more incredible that images from phannie archives have made it into their videos several times from 2019 onward. their relationship with us has changed so drastically since 2012, in ways beyond what we could've imagined at the time.

yes, they were outed. that's the context for everything.

[manchestereyes]

I had kinda dipped out of the phandom during the was era (sorry) so I would to hear how that era led to them being so connected in this one

oh that is so valid, friend! 🧡 i kinda did too since it was announced right when i got my first full time job and suddenly i didn't have time to engage with phandom stuff anymore 😭 but things are a lot chiller now, so let's dive in! (under the cut because this is gonna be loooong--dnp please do not read if you happen to stumble across this!)

i think to get a full perspective on this journey, we really need to look at the full history of dan and phil. how they forged such a deep connection in 2009 and did whatever they could to be together. how they were blowing up more and more in the early 2010s and seeing more opportunities come from this youtube business. and how one youtube glitch could've ruined those opportunities forever.

i'm sure we all know by now how big of a deal the vday video was but if you don't... it was a huge deal. suddenly this very private piece of their lives was out in the open, long before either of them were ready to publicly address it. and it changed everything. yes, their love story was basically documented already, but they never expected those posts would be seen by millions of people one day, potentially even by people who could give them jobs. so they shut down. they insisted they were separate people and made completely different videos while also showing us the family sized box of shreddies they'd bought for the two of them.

and this is where wad comes in. yes i know i'm jumping really far into the future here, but hear me out--in a way, i believe wad is directly connected to everything that went down in 2012. see, phil's told us that he's always been happy doing amazingphil and dan and phil things. but dan's different.

SPECULATION TIME -- IF YOU ARE DAN AND PHIL, PLEASE CLICK AWAY NOW. THIS IS YOUR FINAL WARNING.

dan grew up desperate for validation from parents who never had time for him and from peers who constantly bullied him. he's always had a voice in the back of his head telling him he's not good enough, and even when phil tells him his videos are great, he still wants them to appeal to all the people who dismissed him growing up. he wants to be his full self, yet he's also terrified of acknowledging that he could be the very thing he was tormented for. meanwhile, phil (as far as i can tell) had that validation growing up. his parents were older and had more money and therefore, more energy to devote to phil and martyn. phil's always been super close with his whole family, whereas dan (from what we know) has only ever been close with his nana and popsie, and now with his mum too. phil had a whole group of friends growing up, whereas dan flitted from group to group, never quite fitting in, and even had no friends for a while. this is why he developed the cynical, sarcastic persona he's worn for so long. it was his battle armor. every time he'd shown his real self growing up, he'd been rejected. but once he saw how lovely we all are, that battle armor was quickly becoming restricting. but he'd spent so long wearing it that now dan didn't know who he was now.

so we got the hiatus, while dan worked out who he was and how he wanted to present himself and threw himself into different projects that did and didn't see the light (rip dinok our strongest soldier 💔)--one of those projects being wad. suddenly dan, theatre kid extraordinaire, who'd spent two tours working with his favorite person onstage, was now facing the prospect of carrying an entire stage show on his own. on one hand, that was terrifying as fuck, but on the other, it was a culmination of all the work dan had done on himself. and he did it. he spent months physically apart from phil only to find that we loved him for who he is. and that was deeply healing for him.

however, being apart for several months was SO hard on him and phil. phil said he was having a lot of trouble with his migraines around that time and i have to wonder if that could have partly been from the stress of not having dan around for long periods of time. and we know dan had plenty of crises on the road that he frantically texted phil about--enough to have him credited as "remote crisis manager" in the wad recording. and that's the thing, isn't it? i think dan especially needed that time apart to realize that he and phil are truly magical together. and with all the pressure he puts on himself for solo content, he knew it would take a herculean effort to put anything out on his main channel. but phil's been working with a really cool editor for his main channel. and the gaming channel has never had that content threshold.

so they finally both dropped the masks (for the most part) and dove into this new version of dan and phil that emphasizes their connection. because it's okay for them to be this close now. they've already worked with some hugely powerful people (and been accepted by their families) and now all they need is us. and we've not only accepted them for it, we've celebrated it--all the way to the finals of the rpf tourney. and i think that acceptance means more to dnp than we will ever know.

tl;dr: dan and phil had to be apart for a while to see just how much they needed each other. and now that they've experienced that, they know they can never let each other go--and that their connection is just as special to us as it is to them, so there's no harm in showing it off every chance they get.

[lxvesicklili]

— ✦ Yearning ✦ —

✦ Pairing: Raphael x Audrey (MC) ✦ Book: Astrea's Broken Heart ✦ Rating: T ✦ Warning: Slight cursing ✦ Tagging: @rc-catalog ✦ Note: My second submission for "RC Catalog Vday!" The prompt used is: star-crossed lovers. This one made me quite sad but it was fun to write <3 Comments and reblogs are always appreciated!

Her fingers ached to touch him,

To be his anchor, 

“Look at me, love me, let your light shine.”

She pleaded, her eyes full of hope,

“Only gaze at me with that tenderness,”

Hold me, love me,

Sweet Raphael,

You, who hides behind masks—

Let me strip them away,

Let me set you free,

Let me hold you, let me love you.

And for the sake of all that is gentle,

All that is pure,

Do not gaze at me with such softness,

Laced with longing—

It cuts too deep.

“Do you…” Audrey began, fiddling with the hem of her skirt as she sat on his bed. Her voice was hesitant, unsure, but she forced herself to finish asking the question she had in her mind. It had been marinating for so long, and now it itched to be let out.

The evaluator cleared her throat. Raphael’s attention was now fully on her.

“Do you think it—us—would have worked out if you were also a human?” She breathed out, her chest aching as the words escaped, and Audrey regretted it.

For the briefest of moments, a painful expression crossed his face. But of course, the angel adopted a gentle smile on his face after a while of looking at her in silent contemplation. Audrey wished he hadn’t.

She hoped he wouldn’t wear all these masks in front of her—damn it, Raphael. It was embarrassing, alien, and so strange. The woman wanted to gently hold him, caress him, touch his wings with care he had never felt before, to make him forget all the pain, all the sadness he had to endure in his life.

Damn it. She loved him. She adored him to the point of no return. Audrey didn’t know what to do, how to act, what to say when he looked at her with such adoration. His eyes softened, and then she could only see her reflection in his gorgeous irises.

Oh, sweet, beautiful Raphael.

Her breath hitched in her throat, heart drumming against her ribcage, and Audrey let out a heavy sigh. He’s hauntingly stunning.

No, it wasn’t the urge to possess. It was the unbearable urge to let him know that he was the greatest thing in her life. She would gladly fall at his feet, to repeatedly remind him how much of a blessing he was. She would do it. 

That, and so much more.

“I have never understood why humans desire to put labels on things, Audrey.” The angel smiled, coming closer to where she sat. He looked at her like he knew more than her—not the secrets of the universe, but about something fragile, something only they shared.

“You…” his eyes softened, “You already hold every piece of my heart.” Raphael put his right palm on her soft cheek. He felt her face warm up. “I have never loved before.”

With a whisper, a confession left him, “And now I love so fiercely.”

Audrey’s eyes began to sting. It hurt. It always hurt whenever they were together, laughing, smiling, gazing at the other so fondly. She knew it would end one day—maybe today, tomorrow, or the next fucking week.

He was aware of this fact as well. Yet, they tried to challenge fate like stupid teenagers. Foolish, but with hopes in their hearts.

Why are the best things in life always the hardest to achieve? She put her hand on top of his, he stopped caressing her cheek with his thumb. He looked at her like she was the only person in the world. The only one that truly mattered.

Audrey breathed out a sigh, her brows scrunching together in an effort to not make her glistened eyes visible. Oh, but he saw the shine, and he deemed them gorgeous like the rest of her.

However, the gentle angel didn’t like to see the hurt in his beloved’s eyes. So, with a light motion, he wiped the tear that escaped. 

“I wish it could have been different. I wish…”

I wish.

But he didn’t answer, didn’t open his mouth, but covered her lips with his. Raphael hoped she didn’t see his inner turmoil reflected in his irises.

Hope was never meant for him.

Sweet, gentle Raphael,

Oh, the secrets you hide behind your eyes.

He can only hold the fragile moments—

So close to his heart,

And witness them slipping through his grasp,

Like fading stars.

And feeling his smile recede.

But he continues to mask,

The sorrow beneath his smile,

He masks the tears,

He’s never allowed to shed.

Oh, Raphael,

An angel,

Too good at his craft,

Too good at pretending.

[autisticalastor]

WOOOOO RETURN OF WIP WEDNESDAYYYYY tysm for the tag @the-flaming-nightmare !!!

gonna do a bit from the radiodust piece im working on for a vday exchange!! bc afaik im not bound to secrecy there by anyone but myself lol

"Honestly, I figured you wouldn't love this one," Angel says, noting Alastor's clear discomfort with the outfit. "It was really just somethin' I wanted to see ya in. I think you're gonna love the next one, though."

"It wouldn't bother me as much if it wasn't so... revealing. You couldn't have made the skirt a bit longer?"

"Sue me for wantin' to see you in a miniskirt! I figured this one won't be seein' the light of day any time soon, but if I can get you in it when it's just us..."

Alastor seems to ponder that for a moment, then nods slowly. "Only in private."

"That's all I'm askin'. Now, go get changed. Like I said, you're gonna love the next piece I made for ya."

Angel waits patiently while Alastor changes in the bathroom yet again. Truly, most of these outfits were just practice for him, not really anything he's actually expecting Alastor to want to wear, but he's excited for the next piece. It's been slow going, getting Alastor to embrace the feminine part of himself, getting him to understand he doesn't have to be a man all the time — or ever, if he doesn't want to. So as much as the last outfit was more playful teasing and pushing boundaries, the next one is a genuine attempt at creating something feminine Alastor would actually enjoy wearing, perhaps even out and about instead of just in private.

Alastor emerges rather timidly from the bathroom, seeming unsure of himself, but he always does when he's trying out something like this. Angel thinks this might be the prettiest he's ever looked, though, and he's sure the look on his face is nothing short of adoration right now.

He rests a hand on Alastor's arm, his touch as gentle as his tone when he speaks. "Ya really should go look at yourself, doll. This one's my best work for sure."

Alastor steps toward the mirror, eyeing his reflection warily. But rather quickly, that wariness gives way to a pleased surprise as he turns every which way, marveling at the dress and how he looks in it. It really is a lovely dress, a soft pink sundress that falls just a bit above the ankles, patterned all over with strawberries. The shoulder straps are tied with silky red ribbon, and while the bodice is rather fitted, the skirt itself is flowy and light.

Alastor does a little spin, seeming almost mesmerized at the way the skirt fans out around him as he does. He spins again. And again. And then it's like he can't stop himself, spinning wildly in place and laughing brightly as his dress swirls around him. He looks genuinely happy, and Angel's quite proud of himself for being the one to get him there.

Alastor attempts to stop spinning, probably to actually have a conversation with Angel about this, and stumbles, clearly having made himself dizzy. Angel's expecting this, though, and he's got his arms out already, catching Alastor with ease and pulling him close.

He kisses Alastor's forehead as he holds him close, smiling fondly all the while. "Ain't even a ballgown and you're still the belle of the ball in that. Prettiest thing this side of the Pentagram."

anyways yeah. always on my genderfluid alastor propaganda <3

taggy time! i tag @nottapossum @danana-split @small-duckie @goth-automaton if yall wanna :3

[sirthisisa-wendys]

Oh oh oh, can I get an NSFW with Rindou for the VDay event?? ❤️❤️

Adoramus: Rindou Haitani x Fem!Reader

wc: 1k

tw: NSFW

Valentine's Day Event Masterlist

Main TR Masterlist

"Okay, light the candles..." Rindou strikes a match and touches the flame to the wick carefully. He repeats this motion three times before all of the candles are lit, each one flickering carefully in the timid moonlight.

Rindou pulls the curtains slightly closed, leaving some room for the glow of the night to seep through and illuminate the bed. With a few taps of his thumbs, slow, sensual music begins to play, each carefully curated for the evening.

"Maybe Ran was right," he breathes, looking through the songs curiously. "The music has to be just right."

"Rin!" The sound of your entry spurs Rindou to finish the final touches to the bedroom, which involves tucking in the stray hairs around his face and adjusting the dimmed lights.

"In here!" he shouts when he's finally ready. You make your way into the bedroom, eyes wide as you take in the scene before you.

"This is nice," you breathe. Rindou takes your jacket dutifully and smiles, guiding you toward the chocolate strawberries he'd picked out (with Ran's help) and the perfectly paired booze he'd scored off of Izana. "Aw, Rin..." You pick up the card that's sitting next to the strawberries, reading the inside of it slowly. "Rin, you didn't have to do this..."

"Yeah," Rindou mutters, shrugging. "But I did. And I wanted to. Do you like it?" You eat a chocolate strawberry before answering with your mouth full.

"I love it." He grins. Before long, the bed is occupied by the both of you as you talk and eat and drink casually.

"Ran helped you with the music, didn't he?"

"Sort of," Rindou admits sheepishly. "I came up with most of the songs, though."

"That's my little DJ," you purr, squishing his cheeks with one hand. "Always so smart." You gently peck his lips and roll on top of him, straddling his waist without hesitation. Rindou inhales deeply while you place both hands above his head, eyes darkening. Rindou's hips buck at the sight.

"Please," he whispers, silently begging you to do something that will push him to the edge. He's always wanted you to take control like this; there's nothing that turns him on more than when you're riding him and only after your own pleasure.

"Please what?"

"I want you." You smirk, raising both brows in surprise.

"Want me like this?" You roll your hips over his erection repeatedly, and Rindou gasps, trying to control himself before he explodes into a million pieces under your touch. "Or like this?" You begin to bounce in his lap, still holding his hands above his head.

"Like that, like that..."

"Then get naked." Rindou obeys without words and unclothes himself eagerly. Fabric whispers to the ground, and he lays back on the bed, ready and willing. You disrobe after he does, but each motion is slow and teasing. Rindou can't help but watch patiently as you whittle away at your garments. But his cock twitches and lifts and yearns for your touch, a bead of precum oozing out at the tip. He knows better than to speak, but he makes a soft whining noise while you take your underwear off.

"Ah, ah, don't start," you command. Rindou falls silent, dying inside. "You did so well with the setup and the things you bought. I'm proud to see you're improving."

"Thank you." You climb back over him and nestle your pussy right on top of his erection.

"Can you hold it just a little longer?" you wonder, and Rindou nods eagerly, ready to show you just how much he could control himself before the main event. "Good. Go ahead." Rindou's hips rotate back and forth as he grinds his cock between your folds, each time pressing his dickhead against your clit.

Your pleasure comes first, he wants to chant, directing all of his efforts toward your orgasm. You come first. You start to fondle your breasts, holding each nipple between your forefingers and thumbs as Rindou deepens his strokes.

"Let me," he whispers, taking your hands off your breasts and replacing them with his. You buck your hips as he plays with your breasts; he leans you forward and places one in his mouth, sucking long and hard, just like you want.

"Fuck, Rin..." You reach behind you and let him slip into your drenched cunt, letting him bottom out on the first thrust. Rindou switches to the other breast while you ride him, aided, of course, by his own deep strokes. Your moans fill his ears until all Rindou can think about is when you'll cum around his length.

"Feels so fucking good, baby." Rindou hums in pleasure, taking his glasses off out of caution. Without warning, he holds your hips still and thrusts rapidly into your warm, creamy cunt. For a moment, he leans his head back and closes his eyes, remembering that this is what home feels like. Home is you, and he's balls deep in it. "I'm gonna cum," you bite out, digging your nails into his shoulders. Rindou braces himself for the spasming and groans, each one bringing him that much closer to his own orgasm.

But you let out a soft grunt, lift yourself off of him, and wrap your hand around his cock, pumping wildly.

"Y/n!" Rindou cries out, realizing he's no longer inside you and about you cum all over your hand. You place your mouth on his dick and take him as deep as you can go, which restores the urgent need for him to cum. He holds your wrist tightly, watching your head bob up and down as his cum erupts in your mouth in quick spurts.

Rindou doesn't know how to react other than moaning loudly. He can feel his cum gathering in your mouth and then slipping down your throat as you swallow. It's all so new, so strange, so--

"Give me one more," you gasp, coming up for air and swallowing. "I want to be full tonight." Rindou isn't sure what you mean until your mouth returns to his cock, the skin still sensitive from his first orgasm. He jerks a little but lays there, gaining control over his senses. Rindou's head drops back once more as you suck the soul out of him for the second time that night.

"Holy shit, I love you, y/n," he strains out, on the brink of another orgasm with his fingers in your hair. "I love you so much... Ah!"

[reshiram]

Aaaa, noooo -

Also that plush it's so cute, regardless of whether it's getting stir-fryed or not

I don't have a lot of merch, but I did buy his Valentine's Day card this year and I got the Best-of album, which also meant I had to hurry and get Feower and Seox to complete the boy band. I put the skins in my homescreen rotation and Seofon especially just loves jumpscaring me with his idol skin

Right, before I forget, tell Seofon hi the next time you're seeing him in battle! I'm working on my rank too, so one day he gets to beat me up by himself, but today is not that day

Lastly, what's your favorite official art of him? I think I really hurried to get him transcended because that art of him just looks really cool and the battle sprite is gorgeous as well and the CA animation is so cool and the little two finger salute he does on the victory screen is so cute. I'm glad they started using that Transcendence art for dialogues in HotS because it's genuinely so gooooood

I also really like his Relink arts, they're seriously so gorgeous, it's not faiiir -

So, yeah

Thanks again!

ahhh Yes. we're in this together. uplifting. motivation. etc etc... you now have me as a supporter!!!!! ;3c mwhahaha!

it is, isn't it? it's so dear to me!!!! i actually own the fullset of mochi kororin eternals! and a lot of other merch... >w< actually let me just throw this at you.

no room for my vday cards sadly Whoops, but i LOVE them so much. pieces of paper that make me want to experience life and death at the same time... do not get me started....... this year's were so special. <3

i will indeed say hello for you!!!! ^__^ ~*

and ah. AH. hitting me with a really tough question... i will say that part of the reason i transcended him is because his 6* art is such a step up (so same hat!). IT SOUNDS MEAN, BUT HIS OLDER SPRITES DID NOT AGE WELL...... SOBS. i think they were still figuring out how to draw his hair which. as an artist. i understand. it took me a while too.

Anyway... i REALLY Do love his relink art...

(i ripped this from the game hehe...) he just looks so handsome?! so cute?! something about this is so perfect i just can't explain it!! i freaked out when i first saw it and had a blurry low res version as my icon for some time...

but also. Nose. Nose. Nose. :] it makes me happy seeing him with A Nose... ⬇

(the colours in this one are also just so gorgeous like Wow. Okay)

Umm this one too. he is so happy cat here. serval....... :]

some more i appreciate more than words can describe,,,,

moe factor here.... Moefon real...

any art of seofon with kirakira eyes makes me smile so much as well.

Um. Wow. That's a lot of art huh. I'm not good at narrowing it down.

Just kidding. It's this one.

from shadowverse. Yeah. i justttt think it has a perfect mix of smug, sea of stars motifs, sword avatars, colours, etc... i love the pose too. Gwa. :]

[icharchivist]

Do you have a favorite piece of concept art that has you kinda mad that it didn't end up becoming the official thing?

I personally think we were robbed in terms of Summer Belial and I say that knowing he already gave us so much. An entire meal, really. But *shakes fist* we could've had a Bubs cameo, damn it!

THAT'S SO FAIR NONNY. HELL YEAH.

and i have quite a few actually yeah.

there's stuff in general where i felt robbed, generally regarding the Zodiac designs. I hate Catura's design (sorry) and seeing the stuff we COULD have had made me see red lmao. and Cidala had so many sick designs it was genuinely sad by the end of it.

ex: but also link to them all

but in term of just "they could have gone with a different concept art" i have so many.

I have many also that are really just "i hate that the one they went with is as sexualized as it was while those others were cute" (Christmas Narmaya comes to mind, her concept art is so cute and what we got was :( )

but in term of just, personal preference without a huge outrage?

those two definitely comes to mind.

also more personal, i really dislike Percival's holiday skin and i was so gutted when i saw the concept arts and saw how great it could have been :(

we were robbed of Fire!Siegfried without his helmet also

long forgotten one also, but it was one of the concept art for Sieg's yukata's uncap (way before the ex came out) and well.

a personal preference but while Aglovale Vday uncap is lewd i really prefer the concept arts

also so sorry we lost you sweet prince.

also thinking about u....

also i love Percival's EX summer art but i still think his EX concept arts were neat

likewise i like Eustace Summer's uncap but come oooon

more misc one, Azazel's Halloween concept:

aNYWAY. it's 4kishi centric as often with me but here's some of my grievance in the ones i can remember/that i remembered to save in my files.

hope at least you got some goodies to stare at ;D

[tideswept]

(Ask a fic writer) 3, 4 (any of your Hartwin fics), and 28 :)

♥ (from this ask game!)

3. What are some tropes or details that you think are very characteristic of your fics?

big focus on longing (or physical lust becoming longing)

hands; hands doing things; (forearms)

characters having unusual thought patterns/reactions that later make sense;

Characters coming to the correct conclusion, but probably not for the logic one expects;

loss/gain;

pieces fitting;

relief.

4. What detail in [Hartwin fic] are you really proud of?

It's not so much a detail tbh as a... early hint as to one of the major problems between Harry and Eggsy in like a silent movie. First chapter has Eggsy pretty in love but also seemingly realistic about his odds. A few airy tidbits here and there of what life has been like post-VDay. Then you get to see Harry's version of events/his perspective in ch7, and it's not that Eggsy lied in any way, but he was very much an Unreliable Narrator at that moment. Because he's young. Because he has trauma. Because Harry gave him more trauma, and Eggsy Did Not Deal. (Merlin is just trying to pull out hair he doesn't have and mentally interviewing a hundred psychologists for these two.)

I enjoyed/was proud of the interconnected-emotional whiplash between the two chapters. :) (that's why we're all here, right? To hurt? To ache?)

28. Does anyone read your fics before you post them? If so, who?

At the moment, no. But @dark--whisperings did get to read we sin, we don't repent first, as she was my beta. (She suggested the title!) And normally @irrationalsense sees everything first, even the fics or scraps that end up being shelved. That is the curse right of the bestie/enabler/beta reader. 😘

[mcmcntomorii-later]

2023 Vday (Sesshomaru)

Thanks for sending in a request for a response drabble! Feel free to do with this as you like (ie reply, post, hoard, treat as standalone, canonize it, etc) and enjoy!

fangsofdestruction​:

Sesshomaru did not usually leave the Demon Mansion and walk out among the masses, but he did find it necessary to do so on rare occasions. Usually, it was other Demons more adept with disguises who would pretend to be a regular human, hiding in their midst.

Sometimes, the former Lord of the Western lands would roam the streets in search of wayward Demons to ensure that they did not commit any foul play which would attract the unwanted attention of humans.

In the process of doing so, he’d crossed paths with Mukuro who was coincidentally on her way to visit. Mentioning something about Valentine’s day, he glances at the gifts she prepared for him.

Homemade chocolates and a suit. The suit was an unexpected gift, as he was aware of the traditions of Valentine’s day. Women normally gave chocolates to acquaintances, friends, or lovers. He hadn’t heard of gifting clothes as being a part of the tradition.

Out in the public eye as they were, it would be rude of him to reject her gift. He accepts them with a word of gratitude.

After exchanging a few words of pleasantries, she had left to do whatever it was that she had business doing.

Though a dog he may be, he was able to consume chocolates, though preferably not in large amounts. The suit, he wouldn’t know if it would fit him, but he could try it on at a later date. If it were to fit him though, he’d be quite curious to know how she’d gotten his size.

A mystery to ponder at a later date, no doubt.

He didn’t necessarily need to buy clothing himself considering he would always have special clothing tailored to him made out of special materials. One could say he was never wanting of any new clothing considering the clothing he ‘wore’ was simply a part of him. His humanoid form was simply that of a re imagination of his true-self into that of a human’s likeness.

His clothes were a part of his true body, like how his mokomoko was the amalgamation of all his power and fur condensed into a mass of fur. The illusion magic cast upon him meant his ‘outfits’ were limitless.

Still, her good-will wasn’t lost on him. It was a curious piece of human craftsmanship. He could tell that the suit was well-made, and by human standards, of nice quality. Perhaps one day he will put the gifted suit to use as to not allow it to simply collect dust.

Over the course of them becoming acquainted, they got along well enough. He wouldn’t quite say that they were ‘friends,’ as this Kumicho didn’t ‘make friends,’ but the company was enjoyable enough to be considered something similar.

She hadn’t spoken a word about her true intentions behind her gifts, but he took them as platonic, and he appreciated the sentiment all the same.

The occasional regards were important to the upkeep of relations, and for Demons, keeping on contact with each other (regardless of how seldom it may be) was integral to social quo.

With a snap of his fingers, a gust of wind breezes past and takes the suit from him to place it in his room. The chocolates, however, stayed with him. A treat while patrolling the city wouldn’t harm anyone.

They were tasty.

“I suppose this goes to show she appreciates being alive.” That’s to say, she appreciates being given the chance to live though by all means, their first encounter could’ve been their last.

In simpler terms, Giri-choco. Acceptable.

[mountainsinaboat]

vday asks! 1 3 9 18 27 58 60 !!

1: Do you have a crush at the moment?

Ummmmm… short answer, no. Longer short answer... I don't know.

3: Longest relationship you’ve ever been in?

9 years!

9: What’s the most important part of a relationship?

Ugh, this is cliche, but communication. Seriously. 

18: What do you consider a deal breaker?

The second someone starts disrespecting my boundaries, I’m out.

27: If you could go back in time and give yourself one piece of advice about dating what would it be?

Learn how to be alone and love yourself first. To be clear, this is advice for MYSELF. Not everyone needs to do this, but I should have because it took me way too long to understand my own needs. I was a chronic people pleaser for YEARS and it took me forever to finally settle into my authentic self.

58: Are you the “dominant” or the “submissive” part in a relationship?

I am actually pretty submissive in general but I’ve always ended up being the more dominant in my relationships because I used to date people who just didn’t have their shit together so I ended up in like a parental type role. Stupid.

60: What’s your opinion on open relationships?

If we’re talking like, polyamory, not for me personally but to each their own!

[f1version]

DATES WITH YOU ♥︎ F1 HEADCANONS

includes: charles, carlos, max, daniel, lando, oscar, lewis, george, alex, logan, pierre, yuki, lance, mick, and sebastian.

summary: f1 drivers’ and their favorite themed dates!

author’s note: happy valentine’s day my loves!! this is incredibly late (almost 15th where i am) but here it is <3

love on top, a vday special ♥︎ general masterlist

now playing ♫₊⊹ until i found you by stephen sanchez

★ CHARLES LECLERC ( 16 ) — Charles has a “dates bucket list”. Enjoys planning them curled up in bed with you, talks about how you shouldn’t repeat any until the list is done—unless it’s a Drive-in theater date, he loves them. When they're arranged in Monaco, it's usually for old romcoms and coming-of-age movies, which is perfect in both of your eyes. Charles makes sure to bring snacks, blankets and pillows, everything so you can be comfortable while cuddling him. He whispers sweet nothings in your ear as the movie plays, dusk falling over you, looking as beautiful as ever. He loves these type of dates… it even gives him a chance to show off his beautiful cars, but hey! that's off-topic.

★ CARLOS SAINZ JR. ( 55 ) — You and Carlos have a passion for trying out new recipes so, sometimes, when you have everything you need, you decide to put on matching aprons, as well as toques, and start working on your next masterpiece. Usually, old Spanish songs play in the background, Carlos singing, grabbing you by the waist to distract you and dance a little. He loves days like these, your focused face and little scoldings are all he needs, especially because in one way or another, you will end up laughing and dancing with him, sometimes covered in flour and seasonings, the kitchen wearing its best perfume.

★ MAX VERSTAPPEN ( 1 ) — Max is always looking for ways to impress you, to catch you off guard and surprise you, he loves how you tease him about it. That's why, when you go to one of your favorite places ever —the planetarium— as a date, he recollects as many details about the celestial objects as he can, waiting for your surprise when he drops a fact you didn't know he knew, starting a long, beautiful conversation about it. You know a lot more than him, but he's eager to learn, loves the way you explain every single thing to him, loves the way places like this brings you closer.

★ DANIEL RICCIARDO ( 3 ) — Daniel loves music, he spends hours on end with his headphones on, discovering new artists, sharing his songs and albums of the month with you, adding to his playlists your recommendations. It's no surprise you find yourself going to multiple concerts. Dancing and singing, hugging and fangirling. Sometimes artists know Daniel, and that’s when you laugh the most because there's always a chance of him ending up on stage, singing to you (or trying to).

★ LANDO NORRIS ( 4 ) — Lando loves your creativity, he’s a fan of getting to know what's on your pretty mind and seeing your ideas come to life. He also loves sharing his own ideas with you, feels free doing so. His favorite dates with you consist of this: having a canvas, paper, or even pottery to paint on, gossiping and laughing for hours, having picnics and enjoying food. Lando would buy hundreds of utensils, wanting to try everything with you, forever. PS: He would have you paint him and his car, probably.

★ OSCAR PIASTRI ( 81 ) — It didn't start as a date per se, Oscar just couldn't sleep one night and you suggested building the Star Wars lego in your closet, so you stayed up until 6 AM building it. Now it’s a “midnight date”. He loves the tranquility it brings, how you can go from discussing deep topics to a comfortable silence. Focuses on the little things, like when your fingers brush his while reaching for a piece or that little celebration when you find another. In his apartment, he has a shelf dedicated to the Legos you've built together and photos to go with them. So, in Oscar's humble opinion, these are the best dates in the world.

★ LEWIS HAMILTON ( 44 ) — You and Lewis can live off two things: Roscoe and the beach. Surfing is something you have always bonded over, that's why you love heading to the beach early morning, going for a run with Roscoe, and then jumping to surf (taking Roscoe back inside first). You can stay out there for hours, challenging each other, improving your skills, and lying on your boards, talking about everything and nothing, loving every second of it.

★ GEORGE RUSSELL ( 63 ) — While experimenting with extreme sports would be a lovely date for George, he chooses to call his favorite something more domestic: comfy clothes, a good bottle of wine, and a long puzzle night ahead of you. He enjoys the challenging but relaxing parts of the activity, loves to strategize alongside you, and loses his focus when looking at you, falling deeper in love.

★ ALEX ALBON ( 23 ) — Playing Mario Kart as if your life depended on winning has always been part of your relationship — "It's our love language," Alex says— That's why you love to spend a large amount of time (and money) in arcades. You usually play against each other, sometimes with. You can also spend forty minutes trying to catch that one stuffed animal from the claw machine, cheering (and almost getting kicked out) when you get it. Alex loves it as much as he loves you.

★ LOGAN SARGEANT ( 2 ) — Logan fully believes that the best date in the history of dating are theme and amusement park dates. Whether it's a local funfair or the infamous Florida parks, Logan loves walking hand in hand, map and snacks in the other, trying to go on as many attractions as possible, calming the nerves of each other when necessary, laughing at the photos quickly taken on the rollercoasters (and going again to attempt looking good), and many other things that make this type of date his favorite.

★ PIERRE GASLY ( 10 ) — Pierre loves chaos and what's more chaotic than doing karaoke? Your catalog goes from High School Musical's "Gotta Go My Own Way" to Gaye and Terrell's "Ain't No Mountain High Enough." Sometimes you end up drunk enough (from adrenaline, from love, or both) to sing French songs or attempt Celine Dion's highest notes. You can spend hours teasing each other, dancing to the rhythm, and sneaking kisses in between songs.

★ YUKI TSUNODA ( 22 ) — Contrary to popular belief, Yuki's favorite type of date isn't taking you to a restaurant or cooking together, because even though he does love doing those things with you, your trips to farmers markets are his favorite. When the season is right, you visit them hand-in-hand, no matter the country since there is nothing better than discovering new foods with his favorite person. And hey! If there is something to eat, why not mix dates?

★ LANCE STROLL ( 18 ) — No matter the weather or season, you and Lance will always be up for an ice cream date. You're on a quest to find the best flavors, and the fact that some dates end in small big disasters is enough to keep you searching together, chins full of ice cream and all.

★ MICK SCHUMACHER ( 47 ) — Two things about Mick: he really enjoys ice skating and he loves you. If you put them together, he's guaranteed to have the time of his life, so he's lucky you like ice skating as much as he does. You both spend hours on the rink, being careful not to fall while holding hands, yet most of the time it's Mick who ends up in the floor as you drown in laughter. He loves that sound. He loves making you laugh and smile, it's his favorite pastime, and seeing you shine on the ice rink makes him realize how much he adores this place, next to you.

★ SEBASTIAN VETTEL ( 5 ) — Seb’s favorite is going hiking and then camping with you in the beautiful Swiss mountains, away from the hectic side of life. Just you and him giving new meaning to the known, sharing not only the beauty of life but also the comfort of one another, wrapped around small info-dumps and timeless laughter. It’s therapeutic being so close to each other, so pure and loving. If you ask him, he would repeat this date a thousand times over.

[harringtonstilinski]

hi, friends!

so, i decided to give you all an uploading schedule update of sorts. i have two requests that are almost finished and ready to go out, i have one that i'm still working on (it's a stemma piece 👀. also, let me know if you want a teen wolf movie rewrite within stemma's au.), && i have new chapters of always the babysitter to proofread and post.

SO, without further ado, here's the uploading schedule for the next 3-4 weeks... under the cut;

week of monday, feb 5; mon, feb 5 - always the babysitter chapter fourteen thurs, feb 8 - black friday (stiles stilinski)

week of monday, feb 12; mon, feb 12 - always the babysitter chapter sixteen thurs, feb 15 - be my forever valentine? (eddie munson) *late vday fic!!*

week of monday, feb 19; mon, feb 19 - always the babysitter chapter seventeen thurs, feb 22 - i didn't run away this time, right? (steve harrington) *my bday!!*

week of monday, feb 26; mon, feb 26 - always the babysitter chapter eighteen (s3) thurs, feb 29 - sports knowledge (stiles x emma) *leap day!!*

~ = if you want to send anything in for a potential valentine fic, you're more than welcome!!

[xviridiis]

[ I had a sudden fit of guilt bc the last thing I posted on here was a starter call (still open I guess lol) that I originally planned on writing the next day but I didn’t account of how hard school/ work was going to hit me. Huge rip. Sorry to those that liked it, I will get to that but I can not say when. 

Just a message for everyone: I am a senior in university. When I started rping I was finishing my sophomore year of high school (I believe may 2014). One Piece & Camilla & this rping community as a whole has always been something I fall back on. I can not see my life without this blog & I can not see One Piece without all the headcanons and ocs of my lovely mutuals. Even if my motivation to write leaves in seconds after I post a starter call (serious wtf) I still love this blog and all my interactions. Cam is a never-ending exploration for me and its bc I have all of y’all. I’m glad the op rpc has been part of my life and my journey through this part of my life. 

I have my senior research project going on, cadaver lab, and bio-chemical cancer analysis. I am also a supervisor now at my job so sadly that’s where my time goes (but money so...) I really hope to be on here more once time allows! I love all of you! Thanks as always for being patient with me ]