#I’m better than I thought I’d be though

[no-144444]

sweating- o.piastri

summary: oscar has been acting strange

pairing: oscar piastri x fem! Brown! reader

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Zak had been worried about Oscar for a while. The far-off looks in meetings, the silence at dinners, the constant stares he was getting, all of it. He’d even been so worried, that he came to you, and you’d told him that Oscar had been just fine at home, so it must be something to do with work. 

It was a strange thing, to be dating your boss’s daughter. Oscar had in fact fallen for you within seconds of meeting you back in 2022, his first visit to MTC, before everything else happened. You, a legal trainee on the McLaren legal team, was the one running him through his contract, and he was very thankful that his lawyer was there to ask questions, because he was just focused on you. As he joined the team, you two got closer. About half way through his rookie season, he finally plucked up the courage to ask you out, and you had said yes. What ensued was a few months of sneaking around until you finally told your dad, who supported you two, but from afar. He liked Oscar, would he have preferred you pick someone that wasn’t his driver, yes, very much so, but he didn’t have a say in your life. You were an adult and if you wanted to go get your heart broken by an F1 driver, that was up to you. The one thing Zak hadn’t accounted for was the fact that Oscar was a sweetheart who was genuinely head over heels for you. He saw it when you were in the paddock, how Oscar smiled a little brighter, how he made you a priority all weekend, how he performed better. 

So what the fuck was going on with Oscar now? 

Zak was worried that he was planning on breaking up with you, or maybe he was just going through some mental roadblocks at work, so he called him into his office. 

Oscar awkwardly took a seat across from him, waiting to be addressed. 

“Are you alright, Osc? You seem a bit… off lately,” Zak asked, nothing but concern in his voice. 

Oscar shook his head. “I’m fine,” he said, but even he knew it sounded wrong. This is really not how he wanted this to go. He was insured of Zak’s worry by the way his brows furrowed. “You can talk to me kid, you know that right? If it’s about Y/n or-”

“It’s not about Y/n,” Oscar assured him. “I’m alright, I promise.”

“Oscar, talk to me, I’m here for you. If you’re going through something-”

“I’ve been trying to figure out how to ask for your blessing!” he admitted, speaking far too loud and far too fast. Oscar looked up to see Zak’s face blank, his jaw slightly dropped. “I’m so sorry-”

“You have it,” he said. Now it was Oscar’s jaw that dropped. “Of course you have it,” Zak’s lips turned into a smile. “She adores you. You clearly adore her. I love you, my wife loves you, my sons love you. Of course you have my blessing.”

He took a deep breath and smiled. “Thank you,” he chuckled. “God, I was terrified.”

“You thought I’d say no?”

Oscar shrugged. “Maybe?” 

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Zak was very happy when he woke up to a call from the two of you, engaged, a few weeks later.

oscarpiastri

liked by pierregasly, zbrownceo, landonorris and 348,928 others

oscarpiastri: awesome season, can't wait to marry this girl though :)

comments

landonorris: OMFG YALL ARE YOUNGER THAN ME PLZ SLOW DOWN -> oscarpiastri: no more papaya rules 🤷

pierregalsy: too young -> kikagomez: bitch -> user92: lmao he's never said that before

zbrownceo: Congrats guys! Can't wait to walk you down the aisle!

charlesleclerc: MY SON IS GETTING MARRIED!!!!!! -> oscarpiastri: thank you adoptive father :)

user93: god she is GLOWING

user12: these are the cutest photos ever!!!!!!!

user8: THE RINGGGGG

lilymunihe: OMG I'M SO EXCITED!!!! ->youruser: OMG LOVE YOUUUUU

user98: they're so in love it's actually sickening

logansargeant: no ring picking creds? -> oscarpiastri: I don't think grimacing at every ring I chose was very helpful -> hattiepiastri: nah, but it was funny

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[creamflix]

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WRIOTHESLEY was insistent, as always. 

“you don’t need a blanket,” he’d said with that deep, rumbling certainty of his, his arms snug around your waist. “i’m more than enough to keep you warm.”

while his body heat was admittedly unparalleled — like a walking furnace, really — it didn’t stop you from draping your favorite blanket over your shoulders as you curled up on his lap. his throne-like chair in the fortress of meropide seemed even cozier with you perched there, tucked close to his chest.

“still cold,” you mumbled, snuggling deeper into the blanket and his embrace.

“you’re impossible,” he muttered, the corner of his mouth twitching with a smile as he returned to the documents spread across his desk.

it was christmas, but duty called. you could tell by the slight crease in his brow and the rhythmic tapping of his pen against the desk that work had him wound tight, but you weren’t about to let him get away with ignoring you entirely — not when you were right here.

at first, you tried to keep yourself occupied, resting your head against his shoulder, listening to the scratch of his pen as he worked.

but then his hand shifted, settling on your waist, his thumb absentmindedly brushing against you.

you froze slightly, feeling the heat of his touch even through the fabric of your clothes. and then it got worse — or better, depending on how you looked at it.

his hand slipped lower, his fingers tracing slow, deliberate circles over your clit through your pants.

“wrio,” you hissed, trying to sound stern, but your voice came out more breathless than anything.

“hmm?” he replied innocently, his gaze still fixed on his papers. “something wrong?”

“you know exactly what you’re doing,” you shot back, gripping his arm to still his hand, though your body betrayed you by pressing closer against him.

“do i?” he mused, his tone teasing as he glanced at you, a smirk tugging at his lips. “i thought you were cold. just helping you warm up.”

“you’re impossible,” you muttered, your cheeks burning as he leaned in, his breath hot against your ear.

“and yet,” he murmured, his voice low and sinful, “you’re not stopping me.”

your grip on his arm faltered as his fingers resumed their torment, drawing slow, maddening circles that had your breath hitching and your pulse racing.

“wriothesley,” you tried again, though it sounded more like a plea than a protest.

“yes, love?” he said, his smirk widening as he finally set his pen down, giving you his full attention.

“you’re supposed to be working,” you managed, though the words felt weak, especially as his free hand tilted your chin to meet his gaze.

“i am,” he said, his lips brushing against yours. “but it’s christmas. can’t a man take a break to enjoy his fiancée?”

his words sent a shiver down your spine, and as his lips claimed yours, you decided that maybe composure wasn’t all it was cracked up to be.

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[daisymbin]

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fluff prompt #5: "you can stay over if you want." +

fluff prompt #9: "I didn't mean to fall asleep on your couch."

you sat up slowly, glancing around the living room. the warm glow of the lamps illuminated the space. everything felt fuzzy for a moment, and then you realized you were lying on seungcheol’s couch, his soft throw blanket tangled around your legs. but it was late—way later than you expected. a quick glance at your phone confirmed that it was nearly 3am you groaned, rubbing your eyes.

the last thing you wanted was to make things awkward, especially since this wasn’t the first time you’d ended up here after a late night of hanging out. but you had to admit, you had been exhausted. the movie marathon had ended in a comfortable silence, and the next thing you knew, you were drifting off.

you shifted and tried to stand up, but your legs were still a little stiff from lying down for too long. as you stood, you heard a familiar voice from the hallway.

“did you just wake up?” seungcheol’s voice was soft but teasing as he emerged from his room, his hair slightly messy as though he had just woken up himself. he paused when he saw you, a smile spreading across his face.

“yeah,” you said embarrassingly, feeling your cheeks warm. “i didn’t mean to fall asleep on your couch... it just happened.”

he chuckled, shaking his head as he walked toward you. “you’ve been working hard lately. you looked peaceful so i didnt wake you. you probably needed the rest.”

you met his gaze, his dark eyes soft and kind, and your heart gave a little flutter. it wasn’t the first time he’d been so caring toward you, but there was something about the way he said it that made you feel warm all over.

“thanks, cheol,” you murmured, giving him a small smile as you pulled the blanket off your legs and stood up a little straighter.

he watched you for a moment, his eyes scanning over you like he was taking you in, making sure you were okay. then, his expression softened, and his tone became more casual. “my bed’s a lot more comfortable, you know?”

you blinked in surprise, caught off guard by the suggestion. "what?"

"i mean," he said with a slight shrug, his lips curving into a playful smile, "if you’re gonna stay over, you might as well be comfortable. the couch is nice and all, but you looked a little cramped there."

your cheeks flushed, suddenly feeling more self-conscious. "uh, it’s fine, really, i’m okay here."

seungcheol raised an eyebrow, not buying it for a second. he stepped closer to you, his voice softening. “you can stay over if you want. no pressure. it’s late.”

you felt your heart race a little, unsure of what to say. you were already over here, and the idea of sleeping in his bed—especially in his bed—sounded tempting, but a little too intimate. but then again, you didn’t want to leave now. it was comfy here with him, and you felt safe in his presence. the thought of spending more time with him, just the two of you, felt so comforting.

“are you sure?” you asked, voice barely above a whisper.

he nodded, “and i’m not just saying that to be polite.” he paused, his eyes softening again as he smiled at you, his warmth radiating toward you. “besides, i’d rather you be comfortable.”

you bit your lip, feeling the warmth spread in your chest. you had to admit, his offer was hard to resist. after all, it wasn’t like you didn’t enjoy his company. more than that, you’d be lying if you said the idea of lying next to him, feeling the warmth of his presence, wasn’t incredibly tempting.

“okay,” you said, finally giving in.

seungcheol’s smile widened, and you swore you saw a little sparkle in his eyes as he motioned toward the hallway. “let’s get you in a better spot then.”

as you followed him down the hallway to his room, your mind was racing. you had stayed over at his place before, but you’d never actually spent the night in his bed. the idea felt thrilling, like something out of a dream.

you stepped into the room, and it was just as cozy as the rest of his apartment—dark, soft lighting, a comfortable bed, and a calming atmosphere. you glanced over at the bed and then at him, feeling your heart beat faster. it felt different now. more intimate.

"you sure you want me in here?" you asked, suddenly feeling self-conscious again.

“hey,” seungcheol said, his voice gentle but firm as he walked over to the bed, pulling the covers back. “we’re friends, right? just two friends hanging out, and honestly, i’m happy you’re here.”

you nodded, trying to push aside the butterflies in your stomach as you sat on the edge of the bed, feeling the softness of the sheets beneath you. it was so different from the couch, but in a good way. seungcheol moved to sit beside you, his arm casually brushing against yours, and you couldn’t help but feel a little thrill at the closeness.

"you know," he started, a mischievous glint in his eyes, "it’s a lot more comfortable here than on the couch. i don’t think you’ll be able to get up anytime soon.��

you laughed nervously, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks as you looked away. "yeah, i can tell. it’s so much better here."

“good,” he said, a soft chuckle escaping his lips as he shifted closer to you. "i’m glad you’re comfortable.”

you both sat in silence for a moment, the tension in the air hanging delicately between the two of you. you felt like there was so much unsaid, like a million emotions were swirling between the two of you, but neither of you said anything. just the gentle hum of the night filled the space.

finally, seungcheol spoke again, breaking the silence. “you know, if you wanted, you could just stay here... forever.”

you blinked at him, surprised by his sudden boldness. “forever?” you asked in confusion, feeling your heart rate spike a little. surely he didn’t mean that in the way you were thinking.

seungcheol gave you a playful smile, his eyes glinting with mischief. “you can stay here as long as you want. i’m not going anywhere, and neither are you. what’s the hurry?”

you stared at him, still unsure how to react, but a soft laugh escaped your lips as the tension in the room shifted. maybe this was just his way of teasing you, but somehow, it felt different. like he meant it.

you leaned back against the pillow, glancing over at him. “maybe i will. maybe i’ll just stay a little longer.”

seungcheol grinned, leaning back too, his arm brushing against yours. "i’m okay with that," he said, his voice softening as he relaxed beside you. "just don’t go falling asleep on me again, okay?"

and with that, you both lay there in a comfortable silence, the warmth between you both growing, unspoken but undeniable. maybe it wasn’t forever yet—but it certainly felt like the start of something close to it.

you smiled, feeling the comfort of his presence surround you. "no promises."

[lynzishell]

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Transcript below the cut:

Atlas: Dawn. Dawn: I know. Atlas: You crossed so many lines. Dawn: I know, okay? I know.

Atlas: Why didn’t you come to me? We could’ve talked it through before you did anything. Dawn: I… I didn’t think you’d understand. Atlas: That’s fair. I’m not sure I do. Dawn: Exactly.

Atlas: So, help me understand then. Explain it to me. Dawn: [sighs] Getting married and having a baby… it brought up a lot of feelings I wasn’t prepared for. Atlas: What kind of feelings?

Dawn: Feelings about mom. I hated that she wasn’t there, that she wouldn’t want to be, that she doesn’t even know she has a granddaughter and probably never will. I was sad and I was angry, and some days I even missed her which really caught me off guard. I started to wish that she was there, that she’d realize the ways she failed us and show up wanting to make amends.

Atlas: Why didn’t you tell me any of this? Dawn: [shrugs] I didn’t want to admit it, kept telling myself that I was being silly, that I should stop clinging to this idea of a mother that I’ll never have.   Atlas: What about Megan? I know she’s not your mom, but she loves you and she stepped in to help.

Dawn: I know. And I’m so grateful, I really am, but I couldn’t appreciate it at the time. Her being there almost made it more obvious what I was lacking, like it was being shoved in my face. This is going to sound so childish, but I didn’t want those things with her, I wanted them with my own mom, and I hated that I couldn’t have that. I became resentful, and then I felt guilty for not appreciating her.

Atlas: I had no idea.

Dawn: That’s because I didn’t want you to. I didn’t want anyone to. I thought if I told anyone, they’d think I was awful, so I kept it to myself, and it ate me up. And when Phoenix got that letter from his dad, it was like everything I wanted was being handed to him, and he wanted to just throw it away. I couldn’t let it go, and I let all that shit I’d been carrying cloud my judgement.

Atlas: Talk about shit timing. I can’t imagine how hard that must have been.

Dawn: Yeah. It was not my finest hour. Atlas: So, how are things now?

Dawn: They’re good. Phoenix spent a few days in Chestnut Ridge, got to meet his brother and talk things out with his dad. It was a struggle at first, but things are going well. He’s decided to give his dad a chance. He says it’s for Danny, because he wants to stay in touch with him, but I think it’s more than that.

Atlas: And you? How are you doing with everything? Dawn: Better. Li referred me to a therapist. I’ve only had one session so far, but I think it will be good for me. Atlas: That’s great. Li sounds like a good friend. Dawn: She is. I’m really glad I met her.

Dawn: So, what about you? You’re married now! Atlas: I know. Who would’ve thought? Dawn: Oh please. I always knew you two would get there eventually. Can’t say I’m not disappointed I didn’t get to be there for it, though. Atlas: I know, but we had to do it our way. And I’m really happy. Dawn: And I’m really happy for you. How is he doing, by the way?

Atlas: I don’t know. He’s struggling a bit. Hasn’t really been himself since we got home. Dawn: Losing Japer really hit him hard, didn’t it? Atlas: Yeah, it did. But I feel like there’s something more going on. Dawn: Like what?

Atlas: I’m not sure, but he’ll talk to me when he’s ready. He always does. Dawn: Ough, I wish I had your patience.

[weepingwillowwonder]

Gonna mix it up a bit here:

This prompt I did for Alastor a few days ago, but this time it’s with Angel Dust:

“Hazbin x reader where: You're a huge flirt, talking big game about what you'd do if they gave you a chance, but when given the opportunity you can't "put your money where your mouth is" and they give you exactly what you asked for…”

~PLUS~

 A request: “Angel dust x afab reader, with reader being very affected by him saying ‘good boy’ , maybe with some overstim...”

CW: Oral Sex, Dirty Talk, Groping, GN but Reader does get called baby boy & good boy exactly one time

[NSFW 18+ ONLY]

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“Angel baby, I’ve been looking everywhere for you!” A lopsided grin spreads on your face when you make your way over to the bar. Angel Dust turns in your direction as you take a seat next to him. 

“Lookin’ for little ol’ me?” He fakes a surprised gasp with his hand on his chest. You giggle in response and lean in close with your tongue sticking out.

“I was looking for you…thought you were off today?” You ask, accepting the drink Husk gives you with appreciation. Watching Angel Dust take a sip of his beverage, you tilt your head in question when he takes a moment to respond. 

“Ah well, I was off but Val called, said he needed me for an emergency shoot. You know how it is…” His fingers absentmindedly circle the rim of his glass while his elbow rested on the counter, his fist tucked under his chin. You nod following along as he speaks.

“Well…how was the shoot? Was it a good time at least?” While you were genuinely asking how he felt about the events that occurred earlier in the day, you couldn’t help but be a little curious about what kinds of acts his videos entailed. It was no secret Angel Dust was hot, you had eyes of course, but you wanted his attention more than anything. You wished it were you performing with him, not some random sinner. He let out a sigh as his bottom lip slipped out in a pout. 

“The shoot itself went well, as it always does with my work. It’s just…” He pauses as an almost shy smile makes its way across his face as he lowers his voice. “Heh, the scene Val wanted us to do really got me goin’ , ya know? More so than usual. And the guy I was fuckin’ just didn’t cut it, that’s all.”

Your cheeks warm as you pick up on his implication. It wasn’t unusual that Angel was open to discussing the details of his work. In fact, he was very comfortable venting to you (and anyone else who would listen), which you were thankful for as his friend. There was a part of you though that was pleased the conversation seemed to work out in your favor.

“I meannn, I bet I could do a better job.” You mumble, casually shrugging before taking a sip of your drink. In your peripheral, you see Angel lean back in his chair and cross a set of his arms. 

“Oh yeah?” He eggs you on with a raised eyebrow and a playful smirk. “Some pretty big words, toots, claimin’ you’re better than a pornstar.” 

“Mhm, I’d say I’m pretty confident in my skills.” Your fingers pinch the tiny straws in your drink and bring them to your lips. Forcing away the smile that threatens to show on your face, you make a show out of dragging your lips along the straws. A small drop of liquid falls along the corner of your mouth and you stick your tongue out to lick it up. You don’t miss the way Angel’s own tongue comes out to lick his lips, eyes trained on your very obvious display.

“You’re just askin’ for trouble, dollface.” He lets out a breathless laugh and looks at you with half lidded eyes as he finishes his drink. Angel looks down when you gently set a hand on his knee, then back up at you in surprise when you lean in closer to him.

“Maybe...But I don’t see you doing anything about it.” Your fingers squeeze his knee with a wink before you down your drink and get up from your seat. “Anyway I’m heading to bed. See ya around, dollface.” 

A wide grin makes its way across your lips as you mimic the pet name and blow him a kiss, purposefully sauntering your way to your room. Turning into the quiet solitude of the hallway, you make your way to your room and unlock the door. As you push it open, you’re startled by a voice behind you.

“Let’s see it then.” Angel says, bent over and a bit out of breath from running after you. With his chest still heaving slightly, he straightens himself with a hand on his hip and looks down at you with an excited look. Suddenly hearing voices coming towards you both in the hallway, he gently nudges you in the room and shuts the door. 

“H-huh?” You look up at him, confused for a moment before your eyes widen in genuine surprise. You didn’t actually think you’d get this far and now Angel was standing in your bedroom offering himself to you. 

“I said,” He leans back against the door with a set of his arms crossed, the other at his hips. “Let’s see it then.”

“I um…” You look everywhere but at him, finally settling your gaze on the floor. “Heh, uh…I just-, I didn’t know that....” Your fingers fiddle together as you try to gather your words.

“Oh, that’s real cute. You shy now?” He quickly leans forward to grab the front of your shirt and tugs you closer to him. A gasp leaves you when you're pressed against his chest, two of his hands moving to your hips and another cupping your cheek. 

“You gonna show me what this can do?” He asks, leaning in with a teasing smirk and slowly drawing his finger along your bottom lip. “...Or is it only good for running your mouth?” Your breath picks up as he bends down to hover his lips above yours. “Tell me to stop and I'll leave right now…” The tension builds between you two as neither of you move, taking in the feeling of the your breaths on each other's faces. 

“Please...” You squeak out softly, attempting to press closer to him as your hands grip the fabric of his jacket. Angel takes no time to press his lips to yours, heat fueling the pressure of the kiss. Your lips part easily for him and he coaxes a moan from you as he takes his time exploring your mouth. Keeping his hold on you, he pushes himself off the wall and walks you backwards to your bed, holding you steady as you stumble along with him. He only pulls away from the kiss to flip you both around and sits back on the bed, grabbing onto your shirt again to pull you into his lap. 

His fingers dig into the skin of your hips to pull you almost impossibly closer and his own slowly roll against you as the growing bulge in his pants makes itself known. Biting your lip, you maintain his eye contact as you reluctantly pull away to slowly drop to your knees in front of him. He immediately lifts your chin to kiss you again, deepening it when your hands reach to settle on his thighs. 

“You want it?” He breathes out when he pulls away, his gaze heatedly scanning your body. You give him a nod, but he only grins. “Yeah? Use your words baby, tell me whatcha want~” He purrs before reaching to tug down his shorts. You answer him, however you become distracted momentarily and your eyebrows knit together as something catches your eye.

“Do you always walk around commando?” He lets out a genuine laugh at your question before slowly stroking his cock. At that point, he has your full attention, your eyes flitting back and forth between his hand and his face.

“Gotta stay ready, ya know? Never know when a cutie is gonna offer to take good care of me...” Angel responds playfully before his bottom lip slips between his teeth. “Fuck...” he whispers softly as you take a hold of his member, mimicking his earlier motions. You scoot a bit closer to him and his legs spread wider to give you more room.

Leaning down, you start mouthing at his cock, not quite taking him inside, but sliding your lips and tongue along his length. When you do take the tip into your mouth, you’re rewarded by a hiss, then his hand coming to rest on the top of your head. You get lost in the feeling of him in your mouth, taking more and more of him, your own arousal apparent as his groans of pleasure grow louder. 

“That’s it baby boy…” He coos watching you with hooded eyes. “Gooood boy~” Your eyes flutter at his words and a loud whine comes from you as a hand grips into your hair. His hips slowly roll up to grind himself in your mouth and your eyes finally slip closed as he uses your mouth as he pleases. When he suddenly yanks you off his cock, you look up at him in surprise. “So dirty~” He notes, watching the spit that connects you both dribble down your chin and his length. Angel pulls you back up to make you stand between his legs and pulls you into a deep kiss tasting himself on your lips. 

The messines of his mouth on yours has you groaning into him and your hands scramble to get him to take off his upper layers. He assists you in doing so, only breaking away from the kiss to pull his shirt over his head. Soon after, he reaches to slide down your pants and underwear and begins palming between your legs. You can’t help but rut against his hand, panting softly against his lips and for a moment he lets you, watching your reactions carefully with a grin on his face.

“Suckin’ a little dick gets you worked up, huh?” He sees right through you, giggling as the snarky remark dies on your tongue. “Such a slut gettin’ off like this…”  His fingers press into you harder, focusing on sliding his fingers along the growing wetness. “Should I make you cum like this…?”

Your head rolls forward and you hold on to his wrist as you grow closer and closer to your orgasm. Angel starts stroking his length at your eagerness, allowing himself to focus on reaching his own release as well. He suddenly removes his hand from you and wraps it around your midsection, reaching around you. When he slides his fingers between your legs again from behind, he finds the edge of your entrance and presses gently along the rim. You don’t have time to react before he brings his mouth to your front and drags his tongue along where you’re most sensitive. 

The action has him groaning against you as you jerk in his hold, your hands quickly finding his shoulders as your legs grow weak. He doesn't let you pull away and holds onto you tighter, stimulating you from both ends even as you cry out his name. The slurping sounds of his tongue lapping between your legs and the slapping of him stroking his cock fills your ears as your orgasm hit you suddenly.

The tip of his finger presses into your tight hole and he continues quick flicks of his tongue against you as you cum. As you start to come down from your high, His lips wrap around your sensitive sex and sucks harshly as his hand speeds up on himself. He doesn't give you a moment of rest and continues onward as you almost fold over onto him. He groans against you and grips your ass with his free hand, exposing your hole and pulling you even closer to him.

“‘M so close baby, doin’ so good for me…” Angel murmurs against you as his hips jump into his hand. Before you know it, you’re calling out to him again as a second orgasm crashes through you, sobbing as his mouth continues against you, sucking up the arousal that leaks from you.

Only when he reaches his release does he pull away from you, resting his cheek on your tummy as he milks himself to completion. When he's finished he falls backward onto the bed and brings you with him, holding you close when your arms wrap around his neck. You both stay like that for a while before you break the silence.

“So…think I’m as good as a porn star?”

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[utilitycaster]

A thought in my head I’d like your take on about Liliana (and the whole campaign). You’ve talked a lot about how this campaign is more streamlined/like a module, like Matt wanted to tell The Moon Story this campaign, and for many reasons the Hells seem to have less agency than previous parties. I’m curious if Imogen ever could’ve convinced Liliana to join them, like if Matt would’ve let it happen or he always wanted to let this moment happen. Like Imogen didn’t often get to roll persuasion? It was just a lot of trying and failing to convince her mom, whereas like in campaign 2 Essek, someone the characters didn’t even know was bad, they managed to convince him to “switch sides” without even trying. Idk just all the circular arguments with Liliana, like “I can fix him, I can steer him in a different direction, I can’t leave the children, I can’t help you” it just feels like Matt was never going to let them bring Liliana over to their side

So this is a wild personal hunch but I honestly do not know if Matt realized initially that Imogen would try to persuade her mother. Like, I will admit to having a lot of D&D instincts that are very different than Laura's because I would have absolutely have gone for the assassination and Liliana would have possibly been out of the picture long before now, presumably (and to be clear, that would have had its own consequences! Ludinus probably would have gotten someone else to broadcast the Downfall information). I wouldn't be surprised if Matt was surprised that Imogen cared this much about someone who was consistently unhelpful and had abandoned her.

But more generally I think that Essek and Liliana are just different people. Essek did not believe in a specific cause and generally thought Ludinus sucked, but would at least provide some answers. I think by the time the Mighty Nein rolled around he was already having some regrets, even if they were largely self-interested at the time, and so being treated as just a normal guy was enough to start the process of shaking him out of it. He also was intended as an interesting recurring NPC, and the party adopted him for a number of reasons.

Liliana was already fully on Ludinus's side when the story started (though, again, aware enough to know Imogen should probably stay away) and was intended as an antagonist. It makes sense the party would cross paths fewer times with her than the Mighty Nein with Essek. There was no opportunity to hang out with her socially without the fact that she was fully in this cult hanging over everyone's head; we knew she was part of the Vanguard before we met her in person. I think it's more that like, the DC to pull her away was very high! She is either indoctrinated or genuinely of her own accord believes in the cause of the Vanguard. I think if Imogen had done a better job during the initial ritual things might have been different, but once she locked into the path I think it is reasonable DM-ing not to have her so easily swayed.

[estrellami-1]

Lavender Letters

Part 9

“Dingus!” Robin exclaims, bursting into the kitchen. “Thank God, you’re dressed, I need help.”

“Why’d you come in if you thought I wouldn’t be dressed?”

She waves him off. “It wouldn’t be the first time I’ve seen you naked. Steve.” She grabs his shoulders, eyes wide. “I’m pretty sure both Vickie and Chrissy are flirting with me and I don’t know what to do.”

“Flirt back?” Steve suggests.

“But I’m terrible at flirting! You’ve seen me flirt! Save me!” She exclaims, shaking him.

“Vickie seems nice, but do you know her at all?” Eddie asks. “Why do you like her?”

Robin pauses to look at him. “That’s a good point. I don’t really know either of them, though. Do you?”

“I’ve met Vickie before. Sweet, but kind of… going through the motions, y’know? She doesn’t really seem to actually like much. Or have much of an opinion on anything.”

“And Chrissy?”

“I know her a bit better,” Eddie admits. “We met at the middle school talent show. I was with my band, and she was doing a cheer routine. She gave me a piece of gum and told me to picture everyone naked if I got nervous.” He grins at them. “We never really hung out, per se, but we got to know each other better. She’s really sweet, super passionate about cheer. From what I’ve heard she’s a decent singer, too.”

“Better than Tammy Thompson?”

“Tammy Thompson sounds like a muppet,” Eddie tells Steve, who bursts out laughing. Robin does too. “Actually, I’m pretty sure muppets are better singers than she is.” He shakes his head. “Yes, Chrissy is a better singer than Tammy Thompson.”

“And she likes singing?” Robin questions.

Eddie laughs. “Go ask her about it! I don’t really know her that well.” He picks up his and Steve’s waters and ushers them both out of the kitchen, dropping Steve’s water in his hand and pulling him by the hand the rest of the way to the living room.

He drops Steve’s hand and jumps onto the coffee table, winking at Steve as he does. “Attention, please!” He cries, grinning at everyone when they turn to look at him. “I’d like to give a very special thanks to the man who put this on for us.” He holds out a hand for Steve. “I’d also like to request we make this a tradition and keep it going. We’re not going anywhere, and we deserve the space to show it! So I propose we give it a name, and it’s only fitting the name comes from the one who began it.” He smiles at Steve. “The floor is yours.”

“Oh,” Steve says, blushing. “I- I don’t know, I’m not good at naming things.”

Eddie hums. “Maybe we’ll name it after you, then?” Steve shakes his head. “No, not your name, exactly. I’m thinking…” he cocks his head to the side. “What color is your suit?”

Steve looks down at himself. “Lavender?”

Eddie grins, throws his arms out wide. “Lavender prom! Where anyone can dance with anyone!”

“Lavender prom!” Nancy agrees, holding her drink up.

“Lavender prom!” Chrissy joins her.

“Lavender prom!” Robin parrots, blushing when Chrissy beams at her.

“Lavender prom!” Jonathan and Vickie chorus.

“Lavender prom,” Steve agrees with a smile, stepping up onto the table with Eddie. Everyone cheers, and Eddie points to Robin with a grin.

“Music!”

She turns it on, and Eddie twirls Steve out, laughing. “This is all thanks to you, sweetheart,” Eddie murmurs when he reels Steve back in.

Steve hums, anchors himself with a hand around the back of Eddie’s neck. “Thank you.”

“For what?”

Steve shrugs a shoulder. “For humoring my letters. For responding. For not caring who I am.”

“Back up,” Eddie says kindly. “I do care who you are. I don’t care who you pretended to be.”

Steve rolls his eyes, but smiles. “Okay, that, then.” He falls silent for a second, searching Eddie’s face. “And for keeping this going?” He waves the hand holding his bottle around, and Eddie grins.

“I did suggest this continue, didn’t I? And it makes sense. I talked with Principal Higgins a few weeks ago.” He works his lip. “I’m not graduating.”

“Next year,” Steve says. “And you’ve got us, now. If Nancy can’t get you out of there, no one can.”

Eddie snickers. “I’ll give her a run for her money, that’s for sure.”

“She’ll win,” Steve tells him. “And you’ll graduate. And… we’ll figure it out from there.”

“Hell yeah we will,” Eddie murmurs. “‘86, baby. It’s my year.”

[midnight-shadow-cafe]

Secrets of the Astronomy Tower

Pairing: Sirius Black x reader

Warnings: FLUFFY Sirius does get a bit sad in this but it’s only for a moment

Authors Note: I hope you enjoy!Here some sweet Sirius Black 🤭

Word Count: 1.3k

Masterlist

MDNI18+MDNI18+MDNI18+MDNI18+MDNI18+

The cool breeze of the autumn night rustled the leaves of the Forbidden Forest, carrying the scent of damp earth through the air. It was late, long past curfew, and the halls of Hogwarts were eerily quiet. Your footsteps echoed against the cold stone floor, their rhythm uneven as you paused every now and then to glance over your shoulder. The dim light of the torches cast flickering shadows, and you half-expected Filch or Mrs. Norris to leap out from the darkness.

Still, you pressed on, clutching your robe tightly against the chill. You weren’t supposed to be out of bed, but Sirius had left you a note at dinner—a simple, scrawled “Meet me at the Astronomy Tower after midnight. Don’t keep me waiting, Starshine.”

Starshine. He’d called you that ever since third year, a private nickname he refused to explain, no matter how many times you asked. It was yours and yours alone, something that made your stomach flutter every time it left his lips.

Finally, you reached the spiraling staircase to the Astronomy Tower. The ancient stone steps were narrow and worn, each one creaking slightly under your weight as you climbed. When you reached the top, the wooden door was already ajar, and a sliver of moonlight spilled through the crack.

Pushing it open, you stepped out into the crisp night air. The stars stretched endlessly across the velvet sky, their brilliance unmatched by the flickering candles of the castle. Standing against the railing, silhouetted by the silver glow, was Sirius Black.

His dark hair fell in loose waves around his face, and his posture was as effortlessly casual as always—tie undone, shirt slightly untucked, his robe draped over one shoulder like a cape. Yet even in his disheveled state, he radiated a charm that was uniquely his. He turned his head as you approached, his grey eyes lighting up when they met yours.

"Starshine," he greeted, his voice warm and smooth like honey. "Thought you might’ve chickened out."

You smirked, leaning against the doorframe. "As if I’d let you hold that over me. What’s this about, Sirius? You’d better have a good reason for dragging me out of bed."

He pushed off the railing with a lopsided grin, his boots clicking softly against the stone floor as he sauntered toward you. "Do I need a reason to spend time with my favorite troublemaker?"

"Yes," you said firmly, though the corner of your lips twitched upward.

He stopped a few feet away, stuffing his hands into his pockets with a faux innocent shrug. "Alright, fine. James and Remus seem to think I’m incapable of going one night without stirring up trouble. So I thought, why not prove them wrong?"

You crossed your arms. "And your brilliant plan to ‘not stir up trouble’ was to sneak me out past curfew?"

Sirius chuckled, a deep, rich sound that made your heart skip a beat. "Well, if I’m with you, I won’t be tempted to hex anyone or nick Filch’s keys, will I?"

"You mean I’m the one stopping you from being your usual chaotic self?"

"Exactly," he said, his grin widening. "Consider yourself my moral compass tonight."

You rolled your eyes, though you couldn’t suppress the warmth spreading through your chest. Being with Sirius always felt like standing in the sun—dangerous, thrilling, and impossibly bright.

But as the night wore on, you noticed something unusual about him. He wasn’t his usual cocky, animated self. There were moments when he grew quiet, his gaze distant as he stared at the stars. His hands fidgeted more than usual, tugging at the hem of his shirt or running through his hair.

"Alright, out with it," you said finally, breaking the silence. You stepped closer, your voice softening. "What’s really going on?"

Sirius glanced at you, his jaw tightening as he hesitated. For a moment, you thought he might deflect with another joke, but then he sighed and turned back toward the railing, resting his arms on it.

"Do you ever feel like the stars are the only ones who listen?" he asked quietly, his voice carrying a weight you weren’t used to hearing.

You blinked, caught off guard. "Sometimes," you admitted, stepping up beside him. The cool metal of the railing pressed against your palms as you gazed at the endless expanse above. "Why?"

He shrugged, his shoulders tense. "I don’t know. Lately, I’ve just been thinking about… things. Family, mostly." He paused, the bitterness in his tone unmistakable. "All the stuff I’m supposed to care about but don’t. It’s like, no matter what I do, I’m never enough for them. Never good enough, never obedient enough, never… *them* enough."

Your chest ached at the vulnerability in his voice. Sirius rarely spoke about his family, and when he did, it was usually with anger or sarcasm. Seeing him like this—raw and uncertain—made your heart ache for him.

"Sirius…" you began, but he shook his head, cutting you off.

"Sometimes I feel like I’m just waiting for the stars to tell me I’m doing the right thing," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "Because Merlin knows I can’t figure it out on my own."

You reached out, your fingers brushing against his. "You don’t need the stars to tell you anything, Sirius," you said firmly. "You already know who you are. And for what it’s worth, I think you’re doing just fine."

Sirius looked away from the stars, if just for a moment, and looked at you, his Starshine, while you admired the constellations in the sky. The moon reflected onto your figure, illuminating your soft features with an otherworldly glow. You looked dazzling, like a dream brought to life.

The very stars that cast their light on you could never outshine your beauty.

"There’s a reason, you know," Sirius said suddenly, his voice soft and steady.

You blinked, glancing at him in surprise. "A reason for what, Sirius?"

"For why I call you Starshine," he replied, his gaze unwavering as he took a step closer to you.

Your heart skipped a beat. "Oh?"

"You listen," he began, his voice quiet but firm. "Just like the stars. No matter how much I talk, no matter how ridiculous I sound, you’re always there. You listen. But the stars…" His voice dropped, his eyes locking with yours. "The stars could never compare to you and your beauty."

Your breath caught in your throat, your cheeks heating under the intensity of his gaze.

"You mean that?" you whispered, your voice barely audible over the soft breeze.

"I do," he said, stepping even closer. His hand reached out, his fingers brushing against yours as if testing the waters. "More than anything."

And then, as if the stars themselves had aligned just for this moment, Sirius closed the distance between you. His lips brushed against yours in a kiss that was hesitant, almost shy—a stark contrast to the confidence he usually carried. But it was perfect. Warm, sweet, and filled with every unspoken emotion he couldn’t find the words for.

When he finally pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, and his hand stayed on your cheek as if he couldn’t bear to let go.

"Maybe James and Remus were right," he said with a small laugh, his voice a mix of relief and wonder. "You’re the best way to keep me out of trouble."

"You’d better mean that, Sirius Black," you teased softly, though your smile gave you away.

"I mean it, Starshine," he said earnestly. He hesitated for a beat, then grinned. "So… what do you say we make this official?"

"Official?"

"Yeah," he said, taking your hands in his. "How about Hogsmeade this weekend? Just you and me. An actual date."

The thought of it made your cheeks flush, but you nodded, the warmth in his eyes melting away any doubts. "Alright, Sirius. But if you get us kicked out of Madam Puddifoot’s, you’re on your own."

He laughed, pulling you closer. "Deal. But don’t worry, Starshine. I’ll behave… mostly."

And as the stars glittered above, they bore witness to a moment as infinite as the constellations—a love that was just beginning to bloom under the vast expanse of the night sky.

Hope you enjoyed! Please consider liking and reposting! -Midnight💜

[dollyichi]

ONLY KISSES . . . tamaki amajiki x f ! reader. m—dni / period cramps are a pain in the ass / making out / established relationship / suggestive / both are pro heroes / not proofread

you whimper on the couch of your shared apartment. everything felt sore.

you just got home from an early morning patrol. your boyfriend’s just about as done too. as much as you were excited to spend time with him, you just had such a foul mood because of the pain.

you wrap yourself up in a hoodie you found and curled up. “just come home.” you mumble. as if almost on cue you hear the bell chimes from your front door. “i’m home…” you hear him say.

the cramps started again before you could even welcome him back.

you lay there in silence. you just weren’t in the mood. “baby?” he calls out to you but you stay quiet. he was sure you were home, and with furrowed brows he walks around not noticing your quiet presence on the couch.

he jumps when he sees you. you looked so cute curled up like that—but the visible discomfort on your face was much more worrying. it’s almost the end of the month so he knew it was your time. [as a good boyfriend should!]

he doesn’t say anything and sits down beside you. pulling your towards him so he could cradle you in his arms. placing you down on his lap and nuzzles his head on the side of yours to comfort you.

you ease up, taking his hands and placing it where it hurts. “cramps.” you say, and he already starts massaging it.

you sigh leaning onto him further. “i missed you.” he coos at your affection.

“should we move to the bed? i’ll carry you.”

you shake your head, ��no… cause then i’d want to fuck you.”

“didn’t stop me before…” you couldn’t help but laugh at him. you just weren’t in the mood for anything but you’re content with him just touching you, like this, so sweetly. pressing on with his finger tips. letting you guide his hands where it hurts more but he couldn’t help but like one of his hands linger.

trailing up your tummy and you just stare up at him. he stops when he realizes and hugs you tighter. “s-sorry! force of habit…”

not getting to fuck him was worse than getting a broken leg.

“i saw you in a poster earlier. i thought my boyfriend’s so cool!”

“i didn’t even know i had one.” he frowns, “they probably took that mid action…” he protests.

you squeal, “even cooler! i knew i should’ve ripped it off and took it home.” he shakes his head and sighs. “that- that’s too embarrassing!”

you try your best to turn around. leaning on his arm, just enough to see him. he was pouting. definitely not a fan of his lover being hurt. “i brought you home some snacks by the way, but you can eat them later.”

“we can share! thank you!” you wrap your arms around his neck and kiss his cheek. you’re straddling his lap to see him better.

what really takes the cake was when he just looked especially good today. and he smells so good, you wanted him so bad but you’d rather get him to fuck you properly when you feel better.

“tamaaa~ i really wanna fuck you but it just really hurts today.” it’s better if he’s not worried either.

tamaki thinks you’re so cute though, getting everything he could in him not to give in. “don’t temp me… i only want to take care of you today.”

this time it was your turn to pout. “then, can you kiss me?” you smile at him so innocently, but the only one innocent between you was your lover who nods without a second thought. though a whimper leaves his lips while it quivers, because he already knows you too well.

you lean in, giving him a quick peck. he’d chase after you, eyes shut asking for more and you’d giggle and plant small kisses on him. it was just like that, kissing each other so gentle and sweet. his hands on your waist while he lets you take the lead and use him however you wanted.

gentle and sweet, until you start to whine. deepening the kiss while you entangle your fingers tips to his hair. wrapping your thighs on his waist and adding extra weight and he’s doing his best not even to let his cock twitch.

“tama…” you’re calling out to him so desperately against his lips he couldn’t help but moan with you. giving you access to suck on his tongue.

it was so messy and needy. he’s doing his best to hold on your waist so you wouldn’t grind on him. but you could feel him. hard and eager and you’re smiling in the kiss because even then you’re winning.

you both pull away for a moment and he’d still have that bruising hold on you.

“you just know how to get me…” he says it as if you did something so unfair. you caress his cheek, planting more kisses. “wanna kiss more?” you ask. and he’s out of breath, this time he’s desperate. hands shaking as he gripped your skirt doing his best not to push it up and fuck you.

as he said he never minded it, but he didn’t want to force you for his sake. he already knew when you kissed he’d feel your brows furrow when your foreheads touched.

“only kisses today then please…” he begs, as if he could short circuit anytime now.

do not copy, plagiarize, translate, or repost my works

[ezrazwrldz]

vent. i may have yapped. deleting later.

i genuinely thought i was doing better. but bpd has to come in and take all that away from me. all i’ve got that i’m clinging on to is the fact i’m 3 months self harm free. other than that, i’m an emotional, unstable wreck.

my friends think i’m a fucking psychopath. i’m deranged and i see things that aren’t there. i leave nothing but a path of destruction wherever i walk. i absolutely wreck everything i touch. i hear things that don’t exist, i see my fucking dad in every brown haired older man that walks past. i always panic for a moment, thinking it’s him. i missed out on my childhood because of that fucking dick. i’m 15, but i may as well be 50 with how fast i’ve been forced to mature. that man wrecked me. he fucking ruined my entire life. every traumatic experience has stemmed from what he did, at least a little. the bad people i got connected to and attached to were because i bonded to them through my trauma.

TW. DETAILED TRAUMA VENT RELATING TO DOMESTIC VIOLENCE AND PEDOPHILIA AND SUICIDE AND GROOMING AND TRAUMADUMPING AND SELF HARM

my dad was a wife beater and alcoholic. i was as young as 4 when they broke up, but i has still seen everything. i don’t even fucking remember much of my childhood because of dissociation.

i do remember my 7th birthday, though.

we were in the car on the way home from my birthday party, and i was happy as anything. but, my mum and dad were in the same car, and that could never end well in a million years. they got into an argument, and my dad opened the car door and undid his seatbelt on the motorway, threatening to jump out and end his life right there, in front of me and my siblings. i screamed and cried and begged, resorting to screaming about it being the ‘worst birthday ever’ to try and distract them both and hope my dad forgot about the attempt he intended to make. and, i don’t remember anything else. i literally only remember the moment i screamed ‘this is the worst birthday ever’, and both my parents turned to me, my dad still stood there with the car door open and tried to convince me everything was fine. i knew better. i always knew better.

i remember when that man promised he would never leave me, but he forgot my birthday this year. there was a time when we didn’t talk for 4 years - only being forced back into each other’s vicinity when my mum and stepdad got mad that i went to an after school homework club that i wasn’t meant to go to and made me pack my bags, driving me to his house convincing me they were going to make me live with him. that they didn’t want me anymore.

that night was my breaking point, and the first time i went to social services about my mum and stepdad, and they got involved, which ruined my relationship with my parent even more. my stepdad was threatening to move out, and asking if i could be sent to a mental hospital for treatment or a facility for troubled kids on weekends or whatever. i hated being at home. i preferred school but that was hell too. that’s where i met her at 11 years old. i’m gonna refer to her as amy for privacy reasons. amy was a traumadumper. a REAL traumadumper, not just the tiktokified version of what a traumadumper is.

i, being the fucking idiot i am, became very close friends with amy. we bonded over similar trauma, and i’d try to talk to her about my problems as she said i could, but she’d always turn it on herself. she’d send me HORRIFIC self harm photos on snapchat, only to send me a ‘whoops!! trigger warning!!’ after, as if it was all some stupid fucking joke. amy would also make up fake trauma story after fake trauma story, each one more disturbing than the last. but, i was obsessed with her. i loved her so, so much, so i was completely blind to how poorly this girl was treating me. i loved her, and i wanted to save her. to save her from this “horrible life” that she had been through. eventually, she binned me off for trying to prevent someone from killing themself (which also turned out to be a joke as an attempt to bully me but that’s another story)

a few weeks after amy, i met one of my groomers. real sweetheart he was, pretending to be my age to sexually exploit me and using the fact i’m mentally unstable to take advantage of me. he was my world when i thought he was my friend. he meant everything to me. and, in classic bpd fashion, he became my FP. just like amy had previously.

so, when my parents found out and took him away from me, i fought tooth and nail to get him back, completely in denial, no matter what my parents or the literal police told me.

when the police decided to “take action”, they said they couldn’t do anything due to only having his discord and email. the problem? this fucking guy has my address and school. and he’s still out there. i mean, it’s been a long time now, but i still get nightmares and live in fear.

[kissmypoets-hp]

@oknowkiss asked me fantastic question — what drarry fics would you recommend to your boss? 

and i took that SERIOUSLY... literally thought about this the entire day and i have some Answers

first of all, i feel like i need to clarify that my boss is not much older than i am, haha!! sorry if any of you thought i suddenly found myself in the presence of a legendary fandom elder who participated in paving the way for today’s fandom — though she is a legend in her own right, of course: her vibe is very much 🎀✨put-together corporate tech girlie 🎀✨(the kind with impeccable taste in fashion, kitchen knives, and interior design) .... at this point in time, everybody’s got fannish hobbies, and i already knew we both grew up on the internet and liked YA during its prime, but not everybody writes fanfic and actually posts it online, which is why i was literally so floored at this REVELATION i immediately logged into tumblr and had to Post about it…. 

that being said, she is STILL my boss and i’m pretty sure she hasn’t thought about the hp fandom in a long time, so. if i were to HYPOTHETICALLY give my boss a drarry fic rec list, i would start off with something relatively family-friendly 🤣 (also i apologize in advance for inconsistent link formatting)

first off: Hermione Granger's Hogwarts Crammer for Delinquents on the Run by waspabi.... this is actually the first drarry fic i read, ever, so i’m being Nostalgic and biased because this is the fic that convinced me back then. but i think this as a first rec works, too, because she was a dramione shipper, and hermione and draco are here, too (only, what if hermione was lowkey a fujoshi instead....)

since i’d HYPOTHETICALLY be trying to Win Over somebody already familiar with the hp books + the fandom — i feel like i’d have to start with fics that confront canon first, whether it means addressing plot holes or flaws in jkr’s writing and then subverting the shitty parts (the epilogue… lol) OR fics that are deeply rooted in the source material, so reading them would be like a refresher course on the hp world while also proving how compatible drarry are together in Situations, lol

i would also recommend Heal Thyself by astolat … in no particular order, some more classics: Dwelling by aideomai…. Away Childish Things / By the Grace by lettered… What We Pretend We Can’t See by gyzym… Running on Air, of course (the drarry fandom classics)… as visual people i truly think she would be charmed by dustmouth’s comics — i’d start with Going Postal and Harry Potter Gets a Job … 

so okay let’s say she’s getting convinced and i can now branch out to fics that are more TARGETED towards her specifically… i’ve never actually talked to her about fandom/trope preferences or fanfic prior to this day so i am definitely playing it safe ahahaha BUT we have bonded over rom-coms, coming-of-age stories, and lorde’s discography and email newsletters…. here are fics that give off That specific feeling to me:

Harry Potter and the Future He Doesn't Really Want, Thanks. (this was actually the first fic i thought of recommending tbh... something about loneliness in the city, hanging out with friends, it's time to play Ribs... HYPOTHETICALLY i wouldn't lead with a rated E fic though 🤣 also, as mentioned, i have a Strategy)

Faint Indiscretions by ignatiustrout

before a fall by eleadore

fics with rom-com references!!

you’ve got mail: Pages of You by wolfpants

mamma mia: if you’ve changed your mind by warmfoothills (orphan_account)

jane austen-esque references: amid this warm and steady sweetness by warmfoothills (orphan_account)

no specific rom-com as it's technically disney, but in here THE KIDS PUT ON A PLAY and it’s hercules…. we both enjoy musicals so this goes on the drarry syllabus: Falling for a Golden Boy by OTPShipper98

clueless au: Tis a Far Better Thing by The_Sinking_Ship

other recommendations i would give if i were able to successfully sell drarry to her:

Can I Tell You Something…? by Gallaplacidia (as drag race fans…)

we’re both designers who loved art first, so i NEED to recommend Truth to Materials by toomuchplor and lately. it's my duty

kylie minogue shade… the premise reminds me of an inside joke so INSTANT RECOMMENDATION: moonflower_rose’s Nothing But You On My Mind

fanfiction that would be appreciated by somebody who stanned one d*rect*on during their peak in the 2010s + the height of 1/D, 5sos fics on wattpad: Star Quality by who_la_hoop / Rich Friend by iota

fun fact, though: i roped another friend with very little prior knowledge of hp (apart from a few movies) into becoming a drarry shipper 🤣 so the moral of the story is there is a drarry fic for EVERYBODY even the non-believers… and drarry writers are so TALENTED they can convince just about anyone to come to their side...

this is so fucking wordy and self-indulgent!!! i took this WAY too seriously but i feel like tumblr is THE platform for long text posts anyway, lol. now if you've made it this far, i need to know: what drarry fics would you recommend to your boss?

just finished my 1:1 chat with my manager at work and i just found out she used to write DRAMIONE FANFICTION omg…. i wonder if i can get her to read drarry fanfiction in the year of our lord 2024…

[sodacowboy]

so. the dolls of my original characters. for now I’m only planning for Sol and Lazul and I’ve run into the problem of wanting them to have outfits that fit with their respective home planet’s fashions and also wanting them to match.

[humanransome-note]

My weekend was very productive!

Got a proper cleaner for the porch, which has black algae and is very much a slipping hazard in the rain, went to Home Depot and got a new hose and some concrete stepping stones. Dropped off 7 boxes of various sizes (all larger than a shoe box) at a charity shop, they’d been sitting in the hallway for a month at that point.

Then today, I moved some furniture and cleared up some space so the pest control guy has room to work on Wednesday.

Tomorrow I need to scrub the floor that was under the furniture, because the furniture was raised, and there have been 5 different cats in this house, so ancient hairballs have been discovered.

Now, the question is. Has this wave of activity been facilitated because the pest guy comes on Wednesday, and the looming deadline tops off my meds with extra adrenaline and I actually need a stronger dose/prescription on the regular?

Or, do I just have so much decision making anxiety that I spend most of my days in a web of long term decision paralysis, because I constantly feel like whatever choice I make in regards to my life will be massive and irreversible, so playing farming/management sims soothes and distracts me. But having clear cut goals with obviously known ends I can handle.

Or both!

Call in now to vote!!!

[donnatroyyyy]

Batman has/had some kind of miscommunication going on with every single one of his kids. The bat family is just one big miscommunication trope after the other.

[anotherdescentintomadness]

Xiao Zhan x Weibo Vision Night 221129 —

First and Second Looks (Part 1)

See Part 2

For the archive

[tariah23]

They’re calling my baby Gojo, Joseph Joestar now