#OKAY YOU ALL HAVE TO STOP BEING NICE TO ME NOW

[deepspacedarling]

HIYAA, so i saw your post abt getting into an argument with the LAD boys and was wondering if you could maybe do an extended version of everything but it ends in fluff? Obviously you don’t do all the boys, you can choose who you want to write it for. Thats alll BYYEEE

Making Up with the LADS Boys

Warning: None

AN: I was hoping someone would ask for this. Angst always makes me sad and if no one asked for this I was going to have to take matters into my own hands and write you guys making up.

Xavier, Zayne, Rafayel, Sylus, Caleb

Pt 1. How the LADS Boys Argue with You

Xavier

He still doesn't understand why you're upset with him. He still thinks he's right. But he acknowledges that he upset you and he wants to fix that. He loves you so much and you mean the world to him.

He might go to Jeremiah and ask for a second opinion to see if he's actually in the wrong. Whether he was or wasn't, he'll ask how he can make you feel better and resolve the issue.

He doesn't like going to bed angry with you. He'll spend the whole night figuring this out with you if he has to. Once the matter is resolved and you're both snuggled up close again together, he feels like everything is finally okay again.

Zayne

You guys don't go more than a day after the argument without him trying to come to you and resolve the issue. He doesn't like being upset with you and he knows that you feel the same. You're both calm rational adults. You can figure this out together.

Now that he's had a moment to calm down, he thinks over and over again about what he needs to say to you. He's got a whole script in his head to tell you how sorry he is and get his initial thoughts from the fight across without upsetting you. That all kind of goes out the window when you two start talking and he starts to flounder.

He's not the best with his words. He'll stumble during the conversation but he's earnest in his want to find a compromise with you. You two will get past this, he'll make sure of it.

Rafayel

Poor Thomas has to listen to him complain about your argument for HOURS. When Thomas finally tells him to go fix it, he grumbles and goes home. He'll come slinking into the house and you'll both eye each other warily to see if one of you is going to start arguing again before eventually he sighs and sits down. He's not getting up until this is fixed or you hurt his feeling again.

He'll apologize for hurting your feelings. He always tends to go for the jugular when he's upset and he knows that it hurts you when he acts like that. He didn't mean what he said but he knows it hurt you anyway so he's sorry.

He'll make sure repeatedly that you're not still upset with him after you both find a compromise. He doesn't want you to leave him so he'll do what he must to keep you even if that means admitting he was wrong.

Sylus

Initially, he'll try to buy your happiness back. Of course you'll stop being mad if he gets you that new car you wanted or that diamond necklace you were looking at. But then he realizes it isn't working and he has to shift gears.

He'll sit you down and listen to what you have to say. There's a long moment afterwards of him just thinking. He's not really the type of give in unless he's getting something out of it. He'll carefully maneuver the conversation so that you can find a happy medium. He's not willing to start a fight again but he's not willing to just give in either.

Once it's all said and done, he's happy with the result. He wants you to stay with him so he'll play nice even if it means he doesn't 100% get what he wants. What you want is important to to keep your relationship healthy.

Caleb

He'll do anything to get you to stop being angry with him. You don't understand. His brain is already conjuring up ideas of you leaving him. Of him coming home and your things are gone and he never sees you again.

He's much more receptive to your point of view once he's scared himself enough. He's still not 100% on board with your side of the argument but he's willing to compromise if it means you stay with him.

Once you've smiled at him and found a happy medium, he can finally breath again. You're going to stay with him. He's going to be okay. He needs to make sure that this argument never happens again. He'll do what he has to to ensure it doesn't.

Requests are Open!

[halfwayhearted]

Hiii love your work 😇🥰😍

Can you write an angst to fluff with Pedri? long-distance relationship, and while visiting him, there’s an argument and reader wants to sleep on the couch or in the guest room, but he insists, “No, I want you with me.”

Here We Go Again — Pedri González.

Pairing: Pedri González x Fem!Reader

Summary: After finally being able to see your long-distance boyfriend, an argument ensues, but that doesn’t mean he’ll waste his only opportunity to finally sleep next to you.

Word Count: 975+

Disclaimer/s — Argument, slight cussing, angst to comfort!

A/N: “No, I want you with me.” IS INSANE OF YOU, NONNIE.

What the hell happened in the past thirty minutes that made you both storm out of the perfectly nice restaurant you were eating at? You mean, come on! It was going fine! Or, well, it was at first.

Fine until the topic of your guys’ future was slowly brought up—by him, nonetheless. Pedri was quite curious, as one would be when wanting to focus on what will happen to the two of you. Like how your relationship will obviously evolve, or whose house you would want to live in—all of that stuff.

Until one comment from you made him tense up. “I’d really think we should weigh all our options!”

It was a simple miscommunication. Truly. Instead of waiting for you to realize your mistake and take it back, he let out a sigh, ran a hand down his face, and wasted no time paying the bill. Alright…

You lingered a step behind him, your heart heavy while you silently made your way toward his car.

“Pedro—this,” a pause. “This is really immature.”

He doesn’t respond. Immature? Maybe. Though he wasn’t sure what else you could’ve possibly meant by what you said. “Let me explain, Pedri.”

Once you reach his vehicle, your eyebrows raise when he opens the door for you. It’s quick to drop; you didn’t want to make him more upset.

The instant you both settle in, he starts the engine and heads back to his apartment complex.

Explain while it’s still fresh. “I… didn’t mean it like that. By weighing out all our options, I meant that we still have time. Let it smooth out a little more.”

“It’s unnecessary,” the man says simply. Right.

“Then it’s unnecessary! I didn’t want you to think I was rushing into the entire ‘moving in’ process. It was just me being cautious—that’s all, I promise.”

“Have I mentioned you’re horrible at explaining?”

What the hell? Your eyebrows furrow. Was it a joke? Well, maybe. But given the circumstances, you definitely wouldn’t be taking it as one. “Okay, have I mentioned that you’re being immature?”

He doesn’t reply, though you notice his grip on the steering wheel tightening. You let out a sigh, thankful that the music is on. This would be a while, at least it wouldn’t be filled with silence.

Upon arrival, you didn’t wait for him to open the door for you like he always would; you just made your way up the steps, leaving the man behind.

You reach for the knob when you realize—shit. He literally has to unlock the door. How great for you.

Clenching your jaw, your gaze falls to the ground.

You hear your boyfriend’s footsteps grow closer and closer before they stop, the sound of his keys clinking together a welcome sound. When he opens the door, he waits for you to walk in first.

And you do, slipping off your coat and hanging it up. How fun! Now you have to get ready for bed.

It’s fine—just don’t think too much about it. You rummage through your suitcase, grabbing a pair of pajamas and disappearing into the bathroom.

When you finally come out, you see that he’d taken the chance to change as well. He’s tugging on a shirt when you slowly enter his bedroom.

“Blankets, where do you keep them?” You ask.

All he does is stare at you, like you just grew two heads. Like you just asked the stupidest question known to man. Yoo-hoo! “…blankets. What for?”

Oh, brother. “I’m going to sleep on the couch.”

That’s when he goes rigid. After what feels like an eternity, Pedri finally finds his voice. “No, I want you with me,” he insists. It’s soft, but you hear it.

Your stomach does about a dozen backflips.

Be logical—not a good idea. “You’re mad at me,”you tell him, as if it’s obvious. Because it, well, is.

“I’m—” his shoulders slump. “I’m not mad at you. Just confused. Just… just come sleep with me. I don’t want you on the couch,” he finishes quietly.

You meet his gaze; so does he. You stare at each other until you feel your body slowly relax. Fine. Whatever, he’ll get his way. Gently padding your feet further into his bedroom, you awkwardly pull the covers over and slide under them with ease.

He does the same, more gracefully than you.

What a show-off, you thought to yourself before getting comfortable, staring up at the ceiling.

Minutes pass in complete and utter silence. Oh, fuck. Maybe you are that horrible at explaining.

Inhaling sharply, you turn to face him. “I didn’t mean to give you the impression that I was hesitant on moving in with you because I’m not.”

Pedri’s quick to look over at you. “You’re not?”

“God, no,” you huff. “It’s all I’ve ever wanted these past few months. If there’s anything I am, it’s sure as hell not uncertain. I’d want to move in with—”

“I’m sorry.” He interjects, his hand coming up to push a strand of your hair away from your eyes. “I was being stupid. I was already thinking about it too much. I shouldn’t have stormed out,” he says.

A smile slowly forms. “You can say that again.”

“I shouldn’t have—”

“I wasn’t being serious, idiot. It’s okay,” you utter with a shrug. “I didn’t mean to call you immature.”

He lets out a quiet chuckle. “Yes, you did.”

You laugh. “Guilty. Just—don’t do that again?”

“I won’t. I should’ve let you explain from the beginning, and I didn’t. That was entirely on me.”

“Maybe tomorrow we can plan everything out.”

His lips twitch. “Tomorrow. Yeah, sounds good.”

“Tomorrow,” you agree, your smile softening. And with that, the sleep that sweeps by is nothing short of pleasant. You could so get used to this.

Likes, reblogs, and comments are always appreciated ^_^.

DT(s) — @pedriache + @spidybaby + @lechrts + @levidazai + @gadriezmannsgirl + @iovepoem + @sakashq + @joaoflms ! ౨ৎ (I LOVED THIS SO BAD.)

[goomyloid]

why is it that you like noelle so much? i'm a noelle fan myself but i can't figure out why i like her so much. like if someone asked me to explain what makes noelle a complex or well-written character i would not be able to explain it to them. and i'm hoping hearing someone else's thoughts on her might give me some perspective to figure out why i gravitate towards her

Hello.

um i could make a whole video essay complete with background visuals on why i like noelle so much. but i dont have that kinda time so ill give the condensed version

she simultaneously fulfills several of my favorite tropes for [female] characters. she's the nice normal girl that probably has something deeply wrong with her on the inside, but she's become incredibly good at pretending everything's okay. she's also the childhood friend, someone who knows the protagonist on an intimate level that no one can quite replicate. she Also can very much fulfill another trope i like, which is Girl who looks like she's about to freak out and kill herself any second now. i cant wait to watch her become 100x more unstable in the coming chapters

all of those are just tropes/traits that i tend to like the most, so her personality/character alone is enough to make me like her

there's various details that make her really interesting in terms of the game itself. stuff like her being ever so slightly tied to gaster and the Weird disappearance of her sister, how her affinity for game glitches might mean something for the story, her entire extra pages of characterization from the spamton sweepstakes and what THOSE entries might mean for the story... i still think she will only be a character of secondary-importance in the main route but man i do think shes important to the story as a whole in ways that other characters arent.

shes lowkey kinda me. lol. i think a lot of people see themselves in noelle for various reasons. the general kind of Nice Normal i-need-to-get-along-with-everyone passiveness, on top of being the type of girl to present normally and then have a secret "weird side." that bit especially resonated a lot with me and surely with many other highly-masking autistic people i think -- feeling the need to 'convince' everyone you're normal, and then only being able to properly relax around people who really 'know' you. also, her whole thing about being scared by scary video games and movies and stuff only to immerse herself in them enough to eventually be comforted by them is like. So weirdly specific and also literally exactly how i was as a kid which is really funny. its stuff like that that makes her feel Real and relatable

the weird route. ill be so real i dont think id be half as interested in deltarune as a whole as i am now if it werent for the weird route LMAOOOOO. which i think is fair honestly. ofc im horribly interested to see where the main story goes, and i will definitely be invested in it. but the weird route carved a weird route shaped hole into my weird route shaped brain. its too peak. the alternate take on empowering noelle is so interesting, and dont even get me started on the strain it puts on kris's and noelle's relationship, their unique relationship they dont have with anyone else. i just think its exceptionally interesting how we've gotten to see noelle from so many different angles so far, and she's only been important for one chapter.

her design lowkey rocks? like call her little white dress boring or whatever but man does it open the door for so many cute and wonderful design interpretations. and also her palette shift into cooler colors but in Opposite Directions (brown fur becomes more reddish + yellow hair becomes more greenish) looks freaking awesome. i think ive seen an incredibly wide range of noelle designs more than literally any other character in the game

i dont want to spend too wildly long on this bc ive already taken multiple days to type this out so ill stop here lol. if i think of anything else i just HAVE to include ill reblog with it or something, but these are really the main points that come to mind first

[souliebird]

Okay. So.

I keep trying to write this and it's not clicking so. Let's do this as a My brain literally rambling with minor grammar edits. Let's go. ((I'm 🍃))

Hero!Dex!drabble time bby

Dex lives across the hall. You run into each other some times. Small polite neighbor talk if it's relevant. You don't know each other names.

The idea is you are the daughter of an Irish gang boss, with your brother being a high ranking member. You've newly run away from the family and are hiding in Hell's Kitchen. Shady apartment building, cash rent, no names.

Until Bullseye comes back from a rough Daredevil fight at the same moment as you. And you know exactly who Bullseye is.

But instead of panicking, you just go, "Oh shit, hold on, I have field medic training. Do you have a kit?"

And he's just like "Huh? Yes. Okay".

And Dex let's you in. You patch him up without asking anything while Dex tries to not panic.

Then you just tell him to wait a moment and he is like "Okay." Because he knows you know. He should kill you, but you're being nice to him.

He wants to Trust.

And you come back really quick with some left overs being like "Look here, eat this. It's got lots of protein and carbs, you'll need it. Just pop it in the microwave for five minutes, it'll be good. That bowl is microwave safe."

And Dex is just like. "okay. Yes." He likes that you're not asking questions because questions means he'd have to kill you

You're just helping him. A good person.

You leave after that.

Then you pretend it's back to normal but Dex is Dex.

But he's sure to keep his distance this time.

Time passes.

Dex wakes up to banging from across the hall. Early morning. Your door is open. He goes inside. Two men are assaulting you - you're pinned with a knife in your hand, clearly mid-fight with one guy while the other watches.

Dex does not think.

You crawl towards him. He grabs you, takes you back to his apartment, you do not fight him. He starts demanding answers.

You tell him everything.

They were looking for your brother. You haven't seen him in years, even before you left. He's turned into a state's witness and your dad thinks you'd know where he'd hide.

He's right but you'd never tell him that.

Dex looks at you very clearly. Right in the eye and Bullseye asks.

"Does he know anything incriminating about you?"

"Yes."

"Would you go to jail?"

"Yes."

"Do you want your father dead for sending his men after you?"

Pause.

"Yes."

"Okay."

He takes you to a hotel four hours away. He lets you block the doors with furniture. You cried in the car and are just tired now. He waits until you fall asleep. He leaves a note.

You wake up and panic and bit, but the note helps. He tells you he'll be back and you want to Trust that.

He saved you. He wouldn't bring you all this way to kill you. He's Bullseye. You saw him in his weird little Villain costume. He kills people in public like all the time no problem.

He's going to kill your family. He's going to set you free.

He's going to cause So Much Fucking Chaos in the underbelly of the city. It might vibrate all the way back to Cork.

That makes you kind of giddy because they all deserve it. All of them, especially your brother.

But you kinda deserve it, too.

You never hurt anyone. You've never threatened. You don't want to. You were happy to play the naive one because it meant one less criminal. But you know everything. You couldn't stop it.

Your cousin's ex-wife was a mole in the FBI. You'd be dead before you could find a lawyer.

You could very easily pretend to be dead now, though.

It's something to think about when you aren't panicking.

You hate being alone. You are terrified of someone busting in. You sit and watch bad cable for hours bc it's the only way to stay sane.

You don't sleep and you chug bad motel coffee.

Dex comes back after ten hours.

"If I don't tell you anything, you can't use it against me later."

You get it.

"Are you hurt?"

You patch him up with what's in the bathroom.

He bought clothes and supplies on his way back. He insists you go shower first. He doesn't ask why you didn't shower before.

You once again panic at being alone.

He comes in and you end up in the shower together. You keep to yourselves, backs turned. You only talk when he asks if you are finished - he has to move around you to get out.

You are.

You dress . He brought cheap ready to eat food. You both eat that while watching bad cable. You both comment on it and joke.

You still don't know his name.

He lets you push the second bed against the door. You sleep in the same bed, with you closer to the wall. Your head is on his chest.

"Thank you for saving me."

He doesn't reply.

You sleep.

He watches you all night.

And scene.

[kirain]

@bankabb Got inspired by your new piece!

The corridor was dim, quiet, save for the faint echo of footsteps. Emmrich, heading to his study, adjusted the cuffs of his sleeves, his mind drifting as he rounded the corner—until he saw her.

"Good evening, Emmrich," Dahlia said, her voice deceptively cheerful.

"Ah!" he called, delighted as ever. "Good evening..."

He trailed off. Dahlia stood a few feet away, but he could see it—her posture was stiff, her eyes swollen, lashes wet. He felt his stomach twist as she passed him by, no doubt hoping she'd fooled him.

"Rook," he said softly.

"Yea—?" she began, turning towards him.

The moment she faced him, he pounced, squeezing her against his chest. It wasn't a polite, reserved embrace—it was all-consuming. Painful, but not physically. His arms wrapped around her with deliberate strength, one hand pressing protectively between her shoulder blades, the other cradling the back of her head, tilting her slightly.

"You know," he whispered against her hair, "you can rely on your friends and me if you ever need help. You need not do everything alone."

Slowly, she returned the hug, her fingers gripping the fabric of his waistcoat with restrained urgency. Though shocked by the sudden intrusion, she couldn't resist melting into the offered comfort.

Maker, she needed it.

"Where is this coming from, Emmrich?" she asked, barely holding together.

He leaned back, cupping her face. "Well... it's obvious you've been upset and crying."

Her lips curved into a faint, helpless smile. "Heh... nothing gets past you, Professor."

He winced, his gloved hand gently caressing her cheek. "How about you tell me what's going on, my love. Are you okay?"

Dahlia's violet eyes shimmered behind her glasses. Yes, she thought. Say yes. She didn't want him to worry, but the intensity of his gaze—filled with devotion and conviction—broke through her already feeble defenses.

"No..." She swallowed thickly. "I've been having a very difficult week."

Emmrich held tighter, one hand gliding to the small of her back, his lips pressing into her hair. She had started trembling, trying to fetter her tears—but he encouraged them.

"I'm so sorry, my love." His heart ached at her sorrow. "You can tell me all about it. I'll ask Manfred to prepare your favourite tea."

Dahlia's breath hitched, and before she could stop them, deep sobs pervaded the air.

-----

It was late. She knew she was cutting into his night, but in an attempt to refuse, all she could manage was, "That would be nice."

In Emmrich's study, the fire crackled with mild pops, distracting the wisps. All except one: Manfred, ever-attentive, lingered near the hearth, waiting for the coals to warm the teapot he had nestled there only moments ago. Ordinarily, he enjoyed watching the bubbles rise and burst, but tonight the lid remained shut. The water needed to boil swiftly—for Dahlia's sake.

"I'm feeling better now," she lied, avoiding his gaze. "I think I was just being over-emotional."

She sat hunched on the couch, fingers clutching the cushion's edge, while Emmrich—seated beside her—ran his hand up and down the length of her back, desperate to soothe her. She stared at the floor, adjusting her glasses, the frames catching the light. Suddenly, she felt self-conscious.

Guilty.

"Dahlia..." Emmrich shook his head, his brows knitting with concern. "Please, don't shut me out. I need to know when you're hurting."

Eventually, she glanced up at him. His expression was open—genuine, raw. A weak smile tugged at her lips.

"You're so... kind."

"Darling, don't change the subject—"

Just then, Manfred arrived with the tea.

"Drink!" he chirped. "Happy!"

"Oh, that's right," Dahlia flinched. "I'm sorry, Manfred. I was so lost in thought, I completely forgot you were making this for me."

She accepted the cup with a bow, then took a careful sip, minding the heat. As the flavour spread across her palate, her eyes fluttered closed, a delicate blush blooming across her cheeks.

"Mm... thank you, Manfred."

The skeleton let out a pleased hiss, then scrambled up onto the couch, settling on her opposite side. Once his joints quieted, he raised a hand and mimicked Emmrich's motion, patting and rubbing her back with rigid, yet harmless strokes.

"See?" Emmrich chuckled under his breath. "Manfred can sense it, too. You need to talk."

Dahlia looked between them, touched by their empathy. Though she tried to hold it, her smile wavered, fresh tears welling in her eyes.

"Sad?" Manfred panicked, his head snapping from her to Emmrich. "Rook sad!"

"I know," Emmrich shushed, calming him. "But it's okay to cry, Manfred. Sometimes people need to. It's not always a bad thing."

He turned his attention back to Dahlia.

"Tell us what's wrong, my darling. Please."

She hesitated. Then—

"It's stupid," she whimpered. "Not worth crying over. Or mentioning. I'm sorry for—"

"Dahlia," he said softly.

She sighed. There was no reprimand in his voice, no argument—only longing. A tender plea.

He really was so incredibly kind.

"I... I'm afraid I'm going to fail everyone," she confessed. "I've been thinking about it a lot, and lately it feels... inevitable."

Emmrich paused, but soon smiled.

"Oh, my love."

He lifted her chin, coaxing her to look at him.

"You've never failed us. You couldn't. And as I said earlier, you don't have to bear this burden on your own. We're saving the world together."

That broke the dam.

Dahlia's lip quivered as a sob tore from her throat, the relief overwhelming. Though her mind was clouded with doubts she wished she could silence, she chose to believe him. He was so utterly convincing, all the more as he gathered her into his arms yet again, holding fast with a promise that he'd never let her go.

On the other side, Manfred mirrored the gesture, his bony limbs curling around her, his skull resting against her shoulder.

"Happy." He beamed.

Dahlia was enveloped—by warmth, by support, by love.

"You're not alone," Emmrich whispered. "We're here for you."

[catzz089]

Helloooo there!!!!

I'm bored and would really love to read some Lestappen fics-preferably full of angst and sadness. Any recommendations?

Do you have any favorite Lestappen fics? If you do, what's the name of the fic?

Anyway, I love your stories and can't wait for the next chapter!

~🥔

Well well well…

You came to the right place.

Me and my 506 bookmarks have been WAITING for this

First off, my own fics!! Read them all!! I can’t live without angst, any kestappen fic of mine has some form of pain

Angst:

Basically most of IsunstreakerI’s fics, I would say ESPECIALLY Search History

Oh simple thing, where have you gone by fallingprincess (I LOVE this one, is a little bit smutty tho)

Cats emoji, question mark by loyeism (magical au, I love it, it’s part of a series but you don’t need to read the first brocedes installment to understand it)

the prophecy by saltychips16 (if you want some GOOD angst, this is exactly your place I PROMISE)

glitch by nyoomfruits (OH YEAH OH YEAH, C F1 driver/ M web designer but Max doesn’t like publicity)

Never could be sweeter than with you by lestappentrain16_33

The Lasting Effect of A Word by Wolves_lover (like OUCH)

The ENTIRE ‘Made in the A.M’ series by Chandelier_s_Notebook (SOOO good, luv luv luv)

Picture You by MackMackMack (the entire trilogy actually, a lot of angst in here)

After the Crash by Shadow_Reads (I will ALWAYS love a crash fic. Always.)

Asking nicely by Astr_alone123 (I haven’t read this one in a while, but I’m fairly sure there’s a lot of angst in there)

safe by bumblewyn (YESS LAWDDDDD IT HIRTS SO GOOOOD)

And Everything’s easier Way Out West by AvusCircuit (OH YESSSS)

Bedside Manner by WeaglesandBrobeans (probably one of, if not my fav sickfix)

you make me want to cry(in a good way) by revushe (Jos…)

(where’s the trophy?) he just comes running over to me by Lady_Something (jealousy and FEELINGS)

Tap the Rhythm by prompt_fills (I honestly wasn’t sure if I should put this under the angst section, because it doesn’t quite wrench your heart out but it’s a near thing)

Winter’s Wrath by WeaglesAndBrobeans (this one WILL wrench your heart out, lestappen vacation gone VERY wrong)

An irrelevance (in the face of the eternity of the love of those who love eachother) by sunflwrs (poor/rich and the issues that ensue)

I Know Places by Tazza1993 (cat cafe owner (guess who)/ F1 driver, love it)

it’s always roses by mariahcarreyyy (HANNAHAKI DIESEE!!! I GI CRAZY FOR HANNAHHAKI)

slowly fading away by weegreenbean(ayebydan) (LOOK! It’s not even lestappen okay!! It’s Esteban/Lance but it’s SOOO good and SOO angsty it needed a mention)

The Nights Are Long (But It’s Easier Together) by f1writingbyme (Max’s apartment burns down and he has to move in w Charles, goes deep)

Pit-Stop Heartbreak & Healing by rb19lefttire (Jos and abuse!!!)

Not a sore loser by chibyL (crash fic, Charles is stupid)

All the stars We Cannot See by WanderingBlindly (oh it hurts so bad, literal heartburn)

But I’ll know by vigilanthey(oreob1tch) (Max’s trauma!)

Speak Now (Or Hold Your Words Forever) by What_Is_Deltraz_Doing(MysticMusings) (OHHHH YEAHHHH, basically everyone is kind of judging the relationship and Max spirals bc everyone is acting like he’s evil)

You’re also free enough to hide from me by morisco (they’re soulmates, but Charles has another partner so they want to get their soulmarks removed)

the wisdom of a fool won’t set you free by Doctor_whom (stranded, life or death and nobodies feeling good)

I loved you before I knew I was supposed to by 3_33 (soulmate fic where Max doesn’t know they’re soulmates but Charles does and Rivals to lovers)

I’m a fire and I’ll keep your brittle heart warm by multi21 (like actually painful, mostly bc I love Max and he’s hurting and then being MEAN bc of it but happy in the end)

Other favs: (most of these will have angst, bc I’m just like that, but they will be more sweet than anything)

I hope you know (I will carry you home) by Liraelearil

All those good times, baby, baby, I’ve been misusin’ by youngnbeutifluv (a bit of angst, but it won’t rip your heart out, mostly quite sweet)

Will o’ the Wisps by autumnapricot (quite a bit of angst packed in there, buts it’s also long so it all balances out)

loquarocoeur’s entire page (I’m so serious, if you don’t know her CHECK HER OUT!!! She got me into writing AND my lestappen dynamics)

Cheating at Bingo and Other Christmas Traditions by WanderingBlindly (super duper lovely with angst sprinkled in)

you hold me hypnotized, i’m mesmerized by cryystal_mOOn (Lezstappen!!! With Max being scared)

four espressos (and a lifetime) by makeamends (defo some angst, super fun)

there’s nothing sweeter than my baby by lecmilton1644 (light angst, Max starts a fan account for Charles)

I bet you think about me by dalsy (GP’s POV of their relationship ship)

Misunderstanding for three (can be angsty if you look at it correctly, mostly it’s just fun and sweet)

sweet nothing by foggystars (CUTEEE)

I Can See You (being my addiction) by sucka4love (LEZSTAPPENNNN and JEALOUSY)

I Was Lighting (Before the Thunder) by f1writingbyme (angsty, not too much tho but defo there, jealousy)

You can stay one more hour, can you stay one more hour by beensinning (Charles has a toddler (Oscar) and it’s a sick fic, I don’t even LIKE kiddies but this is SUCH a banger)

you look so perfect standing there by shybear_styles (short and sweet)

no one likes to lose, know that I’ve got this by bluejay141519 (angsty, but not too much, fun and stupid)

not very subtle by bananasong (angsty, not too much)

Since we were 18. Or 16. Or whatever. By MsReyland (cute cute cute, fake dating)

[gallivantingheart]

in sickness

who?: seungkwan x (f)reader

word count: 1562

genre/s: fluff, humour, idol!au, established relationship

warnings: references to flu/illness and food

synopsis: while you might not want to bother your boyfriend amidst his busy schedule, a surprise visit forces otherwise

a/n: yay first seungkwan fic! and I fixed my laptop battery today! all by myself!!!

You feel like death warmed up. Everything hurts and even though you swear you can smell how bad you are despite your blocked sinuses, you don’t have an iota of energy to move. Obviously you’ve caught the flu that was going around town - some idiot must’ve had it on the train. You’ve already rainchecked your movie day with a couple of girlfriends and you really wish your boyfriend was here to sass and coddle you. But, alas the life of an idol meant he was booked back to back with variety schedules from the come down of BSS’s most recent comeback last month. Sure he would be a little less public soon, but that meant it was the cycle building up to a Seventeen comeback - recording, dance practice, fittings. You needed to stop thinking, it was hurting your head.

You roll over on the sofa to change the channel to a nice mindless cooking show, something you didn’t have to listen to, only hear. Hmm, sure that made sense. You groan loudly for yourself. You hate being sick.

It’s sundown and you’ve made some ramen you didn’t want and a bottle of water on the coffee table next to the myriad of syrups and pills to combat illness. You are in a blanket-burrito position, comfortable but not happy. You tip your head up but nothing else when the keypad beeps and the door opens unexpectedly.

“Baby, I’m home! Surprise, the schedule finished up earlier than I thought and - oh my! What happened?” He gapes, backpack in one hand, takeout bags in the other.

Seungkwan slings them up on your kitchen bench and wades over to you. The back of his hand presses to your forehead before raking your hair from your face. Instantly you’re in pout-mode. You knew how much of a baby you were when you were sick. If anyone else acted the way you did, you’d have told them to rub some dirt in it and get it together. So you kept quiet over text - it helped his days were so packed to say much.

“Flu. I’ve been sick for like the last 2 or 3 days and I hate it.” You whine, raspy and clogged. “I didn't think you would be coming by. No trouble.”

“Why didn’t you say anything? You know I would have dropped it all to come by to take care of you.” He frowns, cradling your cheek with a smooth palm.

You burrow deeper and shake your head. “You’re busy. I’m being a baby about this.”

His bottom lip juts out and he reaches for you to wrestle you out of your blanket and hold you up by your armpits like a stubborn kitten. “Don’t be silly. I’m never too busy for you, my baby. Don’t try to be some hero and keep quiet about it - don’t hide it.” His scolding, nagging tone softens as your head droops and your eyes turn glassy. “C’mon now, up you get. I’m here now. Let’s take care of you, hmm? Get you in the shower - the steam will help your sinuses.”

He guides you down your own hallway and plops you on the toilet seat with the lid down while he starts up the shower, darting his hand under the spray to test the temperature. You slouch, leaning your head on the bathroom bench unable to combat the weight it adds. You’re just too tired. When he’s satisfied, shaking his fringe from his face he helps you undress and briefly brushes your hair, knowing you prefer to do so to prevent any extra knots when you come out. You whine wordlessly aloud for no reason but discontent and step in. Seungkwan nods resolute, ducking to press a quick kiss to your bare shoulder.

“Okay I’ll come back in with a fresh set of pajamas and we’ll dry your hair too. I’m gonna clean up out here.” He says softly. You turn to protest but he shuts his eyes and tips his chin away from you. “Ah! None of that. Keep the door open in case you feel faint. Let me take care of you, remember?”

He’s right - the steam eases the weight and ache in your face and you even turn the heat up some more to scalding, putting your face directly under to warm and dislodge it further. At one point, he slips back in, laying out a fresh set of towels and your matching Sanrio sweatpants and sweatshirt. Finally you turn the water off and dry off, violently blowing your nose with a frustrated groan. Everything about this sucked. Well, almost everything.

Now he’s back in, with one of your kitchen stools and your hairdryer. He smiles, molten and honeyed.

“Hey baby, feel better?”

Seungkwan’s nagging is over - he seems to have called it off on you in pity.

“Yeah, a bit.”

“Oh good. Sit and we’ll dry your hair. Then it’s soup, medicine and rest.” He’s very no nonsense about it all and you can’t help but roll your eyes and smile.

The warm air is amazing but you’re still pretty much limbless, standing for so long under the shower spray wearing you out. He catches your eye in the mirror and nudges your shoulder to lean back on his hip.

“Rest, lean on me. I’ll work around you.”

So you shut your eyes and droop your cheek to his waiting palm. You wished the hairdryer wasn’t so loud - you really wanted to hear about his day. Really, you just wanted to hear his voice warm, melodic and animated. He could talk about fishing or astrophysics and you’d listen.

When the air is too scalding against your neck and your hair lighter, Seungkwan switches it off. Your cheek is still in his hand and he laughs fondly.

“Hey, do you have the effort to do a little skincare? You’ll break out otherwise.” He says, light as a feather.

You hum and nod again, an effort to sit up properly. “Together?” You pout.

Seungkwan dramatically rolls his eyes. “Oh the effort - of course, honey.”

He leans down over the sink next to you to quickly wash and cleanse his face, getting the concoction and water on his dark shirt in droplets. Then it’s a gentle drip and dab of serum. Night cream, the pads of his fingers sweeping lightly and finally your eye cream, the cool metal roller a soothing massage on your nose bridge and under eye. He’s quick with his, but not haphazard. Every step done with care and precision even as he lets each serum and tonic soak and set. You can’t help but sigh and stare for a little too long, lovingly. You reach to rest your arm across the small of his back over his navy tee, fingers swirling absent patterns over the soft cotton. He perks up at that, twisting to eye you.

“Hmm?”

You shake your head and smile. “Just you.”

Skincare complete, he slides you off the stool to pick it up, following after you back to the sofa.

Most nights, except Thursday, Friday and Saturday, both you and Seungkwan agreed to always eat meals at the dining table. Yours was pissy and small, lacquer dented and scratched - his large and sleek, something befitting the clean, spacious place he and Jeonghan lived in. It was a way to make a little routine and be a bit more put together. But tonight it was sofa-dinner. There was another blanket from your linen cupboard draped over the arm of the sofa. A trash bin, new bottle of water and a myriad of vitamins and medicine on the coffee table. He settles you down and bundles you up in one of your faux-furry throw blankets. 

He frowns and holds up your half a roll of toilet paper. “Why was this on the coffee table?”

You cringe. “I - well I sort of ran out of tissues first day in and couldn’t be bothered going or ordering any more.”

“No wonder your nose is all red! You’re rubbing it raw!” He scolds you. “I’ll get you settled then go to the convenience store.”

You cry out and whine, reaching for him. “I’ll be okay. Just, please stay for a little bit.”

Seungkwan concedes, fussing and wrapping you a little tighter in your throw blanket.

“Fine, but I will be going out soon to get you some fruits and tissues. I pulled that soup out of your freezer since I didn’t know you weren’t well - it’s warming up over your cooktop.” He says soft yet brisk.

You’re back in pout mode and nod. “Thank you, ‘Kwan.”

Again he sighs and squeezes you, dropping a multitude of kisses into your freshly washed hair. You’re more at ease than you have been in days, fuzzy and clean. He reaches for the remote to change it to another food channel, the better of the two for this time of night, instead of the news like usual.

“Take your medicine while I go check on your soup.” Seungkwan murmurs, twirling a strand of your hair as he pulls away.

“Then tell me about your day?” You ask in a small voice.

He stops to turn and smile like you’re the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. A smile so warm and hazy you’re sure it might burn.

“If that’s what you want, of course.”

Goodness, you loved him.

[winters-on-the-wing]

I've been a Snape fan for 27 years, and I've never encountered any fans, even the most hardcore, who spoke that way. This is the exception, not the rule. We don't claim them and I'm sorry you had to endure their rudeness.

As for equating pulling down Snape's "pants" with rape, two corrections: 1) It's not equating to rape but to sexual assault. Not all sexual assaults are rape. For instance, a man touching a woman's boob without her permission would be considered sexual assault, not rape 2) Showing someone in their underwear against their will is a form of sexual assault, yes. Maybe not to the same degree of severity as others, but not innocuous either. How would you feel if it was a girl and James had shown her in her bra? But most important, in the UK "pants" means "underwear", not "trousers". Meaning that, at the very least, at the end of the scene, James threatened to expose Snape's genitals in public and I don't see what would have stopped him from doing it. Once again, picture it as a girl having first her panties, then her pubis (can't remember the English word for women's genitals) exposed to her peers.

Hope it helped with some of your questioning on this point. Have a nice day/evening/night

hey! so since you clearly didn’t read the books, let’s quickly establish a few things before getting into my main response to this ask.

james didn’t pull down snapes pants. james never touched snape. so that first analogy doesn’t work because james never touched snape’s body.

also, i don’t have to imagine snape having his genitals out because his genitals were never out!

okay so now that stating the obvious is out of the way, let’s get into why this whole “snape was sexually assaulted” argument is stupid and ridiculous and why i’m sick of it.

comparing what james did to snape to a man doing the same thing to a woman is simply invalid. because what women go through in terms of blatant sexual objectification is different from what men go through with bullying. it’s just different. it would be completely different if it was a girl because of the societal sexual expectations that come with being a woman with a woman’s body.

i’m not trying to do the trauma olympics, both can be bad, but it’s stupid to compare them.

men can walk around in their boxers no problem. but if a woman dares show a bra strap, she’s suddenly asking for sex. nobody accuses a man of asking for it because they dare to have a biological feature. there is not a single part of the male body that is treated the same way as a woman’s breasts.

it’s like comparing a sprained ankle to having a finger cut off. both are painful, but they’re different types of pain, and one has consequences that go beyond the recovery (and what i mean by that is generational trauma). the sexualisation of women can and has affected children, especially daughters, of the victims. the bullying between men doesn’t tend to have that same effect.

and all this to say, the snape stans who try to talk about sexual assault and comparing what happened with snape to that are just being SO insensitive. sexual assault isn’t dependent on the body parts being targeted. it’s dependent on the sexual intent and behavior. if you think it’s dependent on the body parts, then you’re sexualizing a body part. and that’s YOUR problem.

breasts aren’t sexual. i would even go as far as saying that genitals aren’t sexual in the context of bullying and what happened with snape.

for example (i’m biologically female), like if a guy grabs my arm and tells me that my arm is so tiny, he could just snatch me up and take me to bed, THATS SEXUAL ASSAULT. even though my arm is not a traditionally sexualized body part. he has sexual intent, he’s harming my body with the intention of gaining sexual pleasure from me.

if a guy punches me in the boob, that’s NOT sexual assault! because he doesn’t have sexual intent, he isn’t deriving sexual pleasure from punching me, even if a boob is a sexualized body part.

is punching a guy in the nuts sexual assault? no! because there’s no sexual intent!

it’s the same thing with snape and james. what james did was bad. but there was no sexual intent, especially in the time period. there was no sexual implication.

[auraisereigh]

"A warm solstice"

chapter twenty

Brennan Sorrengail x Riorson reader Blurb: Brennan and Star spend solstice together. wc: 6.2 ☆ SPOILERS FOR THE EMPYREAN SERIES. Uses pronouns: she/her. i use Star as a nickname as y/n sounds weird, and i'm awful with names.

Masterlist ☆ Dragon guide ☆ Star's story ☆ Empyrean guide ☆ Support me

I turn again in bed. Groaning for what feels like the fifth time in ten minutes. The room is still dark despite the fact that it's already well in the afternoon. Lord bless the curtains.

It's winter solstice. At the moment, the most hated day of the year. I don't feel like leaving my bed, I haven't even tried to move to get a glass of water.

Before unification we celebrated it together. During the day we'd go out in town, greet the people and at night we would be in the family quarters having fun. Opening presents, cracking jokes.

Now there's none of that. No people, as everyone is keen on staying inside to avoid being seen. or simply to be with each other after everyone lost so much. And my family...

My hands tighten around the sheets as I try to keep my emotions at bay. Xaden and I hadn't talked about what we would do on solstice. Last night, however, I had seen Liam go his room and it filled me with a sense of relief that he was not alone.

I turn again, one of my pillows falling off the bed. I couldn't be bothered to pick it up.

Then there's a knock at my door.

I groan. Who could want what at this time and this day. "Who is this it?" I call out.

"Brennan." His warm voice responds. I can feel the butterflies in my stomach flaring up again. Four days ago I deemed it a smart decision to kiss his cheek and even though we had seen each other since I can't help but feel as if something changed between us.

"Come in." I call back. I lift my head from my baby blankets as he opens the door and walks in, closing the door behind him. "Good morning?" He asks and I can hear the amusement in his voice.

"Not yet." I mumble as I lower my face to my blankets again, burying my face in them. He chuckles. I can feel the side of my bed dip as he sits on it.

"Not yet, huh?" He repeats. "And when is the "not yet" over? Or am I to assume you're going to stay here all day?" I shiver as I feel his finger gently trace my arm. His touch warm against my skin.

"All day sounds nice." I manage to mumble out after a moment. He hums at my answer but doesn't stop his tracing. His hand goes from my elbow to my shoulder. I lift my head slightly to look at him. Once he reaches my shoulder he places his hand flat on it. His warm hand is a stark contrast to my skin.

"You're cold." He states absentmindedly. "Always am." I reply steady. He takes his hand off and I immediately mourn the loss of contact.

He picks up the pillow that had fallen on the ground, placing it next to me. I can't help but stare at him. I don't want him to leave. I want him to stay. Here with me. He walks around my bed and straightens out my blanket. Once finished he comes back around.

"I'll leave you to sleep." He says softly. I bite my lip, wondering if I should say something or not. "If you need something just call for me, okay?" He adds as he stands by my door. He opens it.

"Don't leave." I say quickly. Sitting up in my bed. My heart beats loudly in my chest, anxiety runs through my veins. He stops and looks at me. After a moment he closes the door again. "You want me to stay?" He asks quiet. There's vulnerability in his voice but then again what I was asking was vulnerable for me too.

"Yes please." I whisper. "Just a moment. I don't want to be alone." My voice wavers slightly. He doesn't respond right away. He makes his way to my bed and I sit up straighter. "Just a moment." I plead slightly.

"I was already planning on staying. Don't worry." He whispers softly. He tucks a piece of my hair behind my ear. He reaches to take his boots off and my heart starts beating louder and louder.

I shiver again, the cold more biting now that the sheets fall off me. He looks me in the eye. Even in the dark I can see that they're still soft. I shift towards the middle of the bed, making room for him. He pulls the sheets back as he sits on the bed. I tremble as I watch him.

He settles against the headboard, adjusting my pillow towards his liking. Once finished he looks my way. Another shiver runs through me but I can't tell whether it's from the cold or from the anticipation.

"You really are cold, aren't you?" He questions with a small chuckle. I nod. "I'm always cold here." I explain simply.

"Come here." He whispers gently as he opens one of his arms in invitation. I hesitate for a moment, even if I'm not entirely nervous, it's still entirely new.

Slowly, I shift closer to him, pulling the sheets with me. Once within reach, his arm curls around me. Pulling me close to his chest. Once I've settled he pulls the sheets up, almost covering me completely. I lay an arm over his stomach.

It feels...nice, warm. Even Safe. I let myself relax in his embrace.

The last time I had seen Naolin before he left for the Riders quadrant was similar. We had spent the day getting in trouble and by the time the moon rose we layed here too. One last time before I had to let him go.

I shift slightly, getting more comfortable. "It's Christmas." I mumble. He looks down at me. "I'm with the person I wanna celebrate it with," He replies and a smile makes it up my face.

"I got you a gift," I admit softly. His brows rise in surprise. "Why did you get me something?" He asks as his other arm rests on my back, pulling me closer. "Because I wanted to give you something." It's a simple explanation but I didn't need a reason to get him something.

I reach over him to my nightstand. I open the drawer and pull out a leather bound notebook, the name 'Aisereigh' carved into it. Beneath the name is the symbol of a rune. One of protection.

I hand him the notebook. I didn't have time to wrap it anymore but he doesn't seem to mind. He takes it from my hands, his fingers brushing over mine for a second. He traces the Aisereigh name that's carved in the leather. "It's beautiful." He whispers. "Thank you."

I give him a smile. "I'm glad you like it." His hand makes it way in my hair, massaging my scalp.

We stay in that peaceful silence for a moment. I tilt my head, brows furrowing. He's a dragon rider. Those have signets. "What's your signet?" I ask suddenly. I've known him for seven months.

He looks down at me, surprise etched on his face. "My signet? You don't know that?" I shake my head.

"My signet is mending." He replies. My mind blanks, everything leaves except the word mending. Of course he is a mender. He takes care of people. That's what he does. "You're a mender." I say but it's more to myself than him. "Yes, I'm a mender." He confirms for me.

He's the mender Naolin always mentioned in his letters.

I lay my head back down again, resting it against his heart.

The steady beat and his hand that's massaging my scalp lulling me into a deep sleep.

☆

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[vidavalor]

I don't know how they're going to do a new antichrist child with 90 minutes.

Hi there. 💕 Respectfully, I don't think they will be. I'm pretty sure that it's someone who has been with us the whole time already.

For anyone interested, some thoughts below on why I think that the endgame antichrist in Good Omens is Michael.

Not as unlikely as it may first appear to be...

In S1, there was a literal, Biblical version of an antichrist-- Adam-- even if he was really just also a very human kid having a breakdown. That's for what Armageddon is a metaphor in Good Omens-- mental health crisis. Adam is not the only antichrist in the story, though. Many of the characters have become them during the course of it.

To make this point, all around Adam in S1, everyone else also was an antichrist in different ways and driving in the breakdown lane-- literally, in Crowley's case, at one point. They all had to fight their way out of their self-made M-25s and deal with discorporation and, in the case of Shadwell, have several cups of tea and a nice lie down, just to try to get through their own personal Armageddons. They all made it. Happy ending! It was great! Then, it all came back around again in S2 and began to repeat, as mental health struggle often does.

S2 is about Armageddon, too, and it's arguably even better because they dove deeper and less literal. The central antichrist is an adult-- it's Aziraphale-- so there's more nuance and complexity to his crisis. It's the second season and The Second Coming of these Armageddon conflicts for him and they take center stage.

Just like in S1, everyone around Aziraphale, though, struggles with their own mental health, too. Not everyone makes it out of the season okay this time. Our main characters just faded to black/stars like Lesley did in S1 and that's not great because that character temporarily died so we're it now headed into this finale.

We already kind of know part of the ending to The Finale, though, because it's obvious that it will have a happy ending. In order for it to be one, we would have to have a story where the current system of Heaven/Hell is overthrown. That means that the characters will have to overthrow The Metatron.

For that, we need an Adam-paralleling antichrist whose meltdown we're following as the big, plot thru-line of The Finale and who takes us straight to an ending where they help to save the world by bringing about the end of Heaven & Hell as we currently know it.

There's exactly one character in the story who can do this, if you ask me. Maybe unbelievably to some lol, it's Michael.

I've been saying for awhile that I think it is Michael's purpose as a character to be the one it all comes down to and, likely, who stops The Metatron, with help from the others who have gone before her and paved the way to get to a place where she will be the one.

We have 90 minutes, as you mentioned. In addition to Aziraphale, who has been the main character antichrist this whole time in both seasons, we need a character in The Finale whose breakdown has just been triggered right around the point we're at right now because of what has all just started to happen in the story of late.

We need the breakdown of a being who has recently been introduced to some new devices of anathema-- stuff that is heretical to the ideas of the church-- and, from them, been presented with the choice of a whole new world being there for their taking, and is now in a whole inner war with themselves over it.

That's exactly what just happened to Michael in 2.06.

For an antichrist, it's always a world that they would rather live in but making it happen and making it real would also mean ending aspects of how they've viewed themselves and the world up to this point. This big change triggers a personal apocalypse in the form of a severe mental health breakdown.

Michael is already starting to have the personal crisis and she's in exactly the right position in Heaven to be the only one who is going to emerge with all the power to either destroy the world... or to save it by changing Heaven and Hell.

Aziraphale was last left on his way up to Heaven with death looming (for the moment-- he'll be ok by the end) and it's very likely that, if that's the case, Michael helps that death along. She's going to get even worse before she gets better before it's all over.

Michael is not far off in the story from having literally no one left around her because she's scared them and pushed them all away and, at some point in there, she's going to find out that The Metatron is a fraud and that all of this was for nothing.

Everything Michael did she did because she believed she was acting out the will of God and she's about to find out that The Metatron is just some angel who manipulated her into harming everybody she's ever cared about.

This story is all about people learning to realize that they are free, autonomous beings with power that no one can take from them so imagine what happens when Michael learns the truth? She has the powers of a demigod and she's about to snap like a twig.

When our girl realizes that she was completely wrong about everything-- played for a sucker-- and let The Metatron patronize and abuse her and convince herself to deny herself happiness for six thousand years because he had her and everyone else convinced that they were doing the will of God when, in reality, they are god?

Michael, pretty understandably, is going to go completely postal. 😂

This is why I've been saying for awhile now that if killing The Metatron is a thing, then it's Michael who does it. Hopefully, in a scene of going absolutely mad with rage over not just how he harmed her but all of the angels. She needs a redemption move and this story likely needs someone to put the flaming sword through that big floating fascist head so ya know. The math is there lol. She's been around since the start for something big in the end.

It feels like the story could be that the world being destroyed or saved is about to come down to what Michael chooses to do when she's standing between, as Agnes put it, the world of life and the world of war. Just like Adam was, she's the one currently standing on the precipice of becoming either a person who goes massively evil and destroys literally everything or one who will reject her evil pseudo-dad and go see the circus with her friends.

And the idea of her friends... that's the thing, isn't it? That's from where all the suspense will come-- Michael's feeling of isolation. It's what makes her the best character for the final antichrist because she's been such an absolutely unholy, godawful bitch to everyone. 😂She's not beyond all hope but she's really not been all that great so far-- and she's likely to get a whole lot worse before she gets better.

We knew Adam could reject Satan and save the world because this kid had everyone behind him. His friends were there to help. But what if the antichrist with the power to destroy everything doesn't initially seem like she has that, though, as would be the case with Michael? We'd worry that maybe all would be lost.

It would make for the best possible stakes in the story because we wouldn't be sure totally which way Michael could go because, really, it might feel like it could go either way. That's what will make her such a fun antichrist and up the tension for the audience.

Michael is surrounded by a group of angels who are very good at forgiveness, though. It's one of their favorite things. They've opened the door for her. She can join The Whickber Street Shopkeepers & Traders Association. It's not too late. Red rover, red rover, send Michael right over.

The end of this bit of Good Omens' story really feels like it'll come down to either Michael goes so beyond evil that she muhahahahas the universe into oblivion... or, everyone is saved and lives happily ever after because Michael finally lets someone in and eats something.

We have 90 minutes to go, a happy ending to get to, and Michael's one, redeeming character trait to date is that she is secretly open-minded and rebellious enough to have once had a demon... whatever Ligur was to her. Plus, Dagon was giving her the eyes in 2.06 and what else is Dagon's ending but Michael? It'll be fine lol.

I mean, I think... I know Michael now knows how to open the matchbox but I'm not sure she understands yet that she can do the exact same thing to Heaven and Hell the same way. She has that still to go. The fate of this fictional universe hinging on Michael's ability to think metaphorically and big picture is a bit unsettling 😂 ... which is why I think it would all be very fun to watch.

I think this was the story all along but, in a shortened time frame, it also would make even more sense to focus the story on characters the audience already knows. S2 already set this arc in motion. It's not really a new story out of nowhere so much as a conclusion to her story already in progress. That would be both good storytelling and a major relief because we're a little short on time here.

Michael, dude. Do us a very quick miracle, will you? We need a path to the happy ending and you are duty officer.

[hockeyboistrash]

Day 3 - Anthony Stolarz

You bump into Anthony again after not seeing each other since he was traded from Philadelphia.

Philadelphia, 2019

You were tucked under Anthony’s arm, your head laying on his chest. Neither of you spoke, not wanting reality to hit. The reality being Anthony was getting a flight to Edmonton later, having been traded to the Oilers. There were no hard feelings, you knew the risks of dating a professional hockey player and Anthony knew you were still in college and couldn’t just drop everything and follow him.

“I should probably get going.” Anthony sighed, wishing he could stay in bed with you and not pack up his things to move to a different country.

“I know.” Was all you could say, your voice shook trying to hold back the tears that threatened to fall. There was nothing to say. You could cry and scream but it wouldn’t change anything. Anthony had been traded and you were stuck in Philadelphia for the next year.

Toronto, 2024

Anthony didn’t expect to see you so soon. He knew you were living in Toronto now, he always kept up with your life through social media, but he didn’t think he'd see you in his first week here. You were just as beautiful as he remembered. Your smile lit up the entire room, ‘god he missed your smile’ Anthony thought. He missed everything about you but your smile was something he missed the most.

“Y/N!” Mitch shouted, gesturing you to come over having seen his new teammate staring at you from across the room. “Have you met our new goalie yet? This is Anthony Stolarz.”

“Tony?” You breathed, his old nickname falling effortlessly from your lips. Anthony missed the way you said his name. Sure he had previous girlfriends call him ‘Tony’ but it felt wrong. It wasn’t you.

“You two know each other?” Mitch asked, confused at the nickname you gave Anthony.

“Yeah, we know each other from Philly.” You told Mitch, your eyes not leaving your ex.

Philadelphia, 2017

You were drunk. You just had your last exam of the week so you and your friends decided to celebrate by going out. It was one of the smaller bars in Philadelphia, one you enjoy going to. Your friends were playing darts, terribly, and you watched from the table opposite. You giggled as the dart went to the side of the board again.

“Let me buy you a drink.” Some guy said to you. Normally, you wouldn’t be on edge, but there was something about him that made you nervous. You sobered up quickly as you felt his warm breath against your ear. He was far too close for your liking and drunk. His gaze was glued to your chest as a smirk grew.

“I’m good, thanks.” You told him, trying to turn away and focus back onto your friends.

“Come on, don’t be like that. I’m just trying to be nice.” He said. You tried to move away from him but he had you cornered.

“And I said no so please leave me alone.” Your voice shook slightly, glancing about for any sign of security.

“It’s just a drink.” He insisted, his playful tone turning sour. He tried to grab you but a voice behind him stopped him.

“You heard her. She said no, so leave.” The drunken man’s eyes widened when he turned around, intimidated by the height of your savior. He stumbled away after deciding it was best to leave you alone.

“Thanks.” You let out a breath you didn’t realise you were holding.

“It’s okay. Are you alright now?” He asked you, taking a step closer so he could hear you over the loud music. You didn’t mind it though. You felt comfortable and safe around him.

“Yeah I'm good.” You told him, your lips tugged into a soft smile.

“I’m Anthony by the way.”

“Y/N.”

Toronto, 2024

“You got the job you always wanted.” Anthony said. He was proud of you. He knew you could do it. No matter how many times you put yourself down, losing faith in your abilities, Anthony was always there cheering you on.

“I did and you became a regular starting goalie in the NHL.” You said. You watched him achieve his dream and you couldn't have been prouder.

��I'm so sorry.” Anthony said after a moment of silence, it wasn't an awkward silence but rather a comfortable one. You knew why he was apologising. He felt like it was his fault the relationship ended but you would never blame him. You wouldn’t trade your relationship for the world. Sure it hurt when he left and it felt like a part of you went with him but you missed him.

“You don't need to apologise. It just wasn't the right time for us.” You smiled sadly at him.

“I should probably get ready for practice.” Anthony sighed. He wanted to continue this conversation, having five years to catch up on but he was aware of his teammates trickling into the locker room getting ready for practice. “Do you maybe wanna grab dinner this week?” He asked, holding his breath as he waited for your response, slightly worried you’d tell him you wanted nothing to do with him or you were dating someone.

“I would love that.” You grinned at him matching Anthony’s own smile, one that was full of hope. Hope for your relationship. Hope for the future.

[pixeldistractions]

content warning: brief obscured toplessness (fight me, Tumblr!)

He pulled up alongside the curb where he told her to meet him, and she climbed inside the car. The black leather seats were already warm. It was a sleek, mid-size sedan, a respectable ride. At least it wasn’t a truck that smelled like campfire smoke? They hadn’t discussed where they would go, only that the nightclub wasn’t working out. But now that it was just the two of them, the interior of his car was alarmingly quiet. NPR droned on almost inaudibly in the background and she didn’t know what to say.  

“So, do you, like, have your badge on you? Do you carry it everywhere? All the time?”

He pulled it out of his pocket and showed her.

“Huh, okay. How about the handcuffs? Do they ever come out for personal use?”

“Uh, no they don’t,” he said.

Right, he didn’t seem like that type. There were other things she might like him to pull out, but he was being polite. 

“Can I kiss you?”

“I was kind of waiting for it,” she said.

He kissed her gently, all lips and no tongue. Or maybe tongue was too much to expect for a first kiss of a first date of the first time in how many years? Colette didn’t know. She honestly wasn’t into kissing, especially the gentle kind, but if it was a means to a different end, then she could endure it. He was warm and he smelled nice and his hand was almost touching her boob. Please! And they were both after the same thing, she hoped. They didn’t need to draw this out to the point of frustration.   

She pulled away from his lips and said, “Take me somewhere.”

They both had kids at home. Finally, he understood what she meant. Maybe they were on the same wavelength? Or close to it? “I know of a decent place, by the water. It’s quiet. Coolidge House, have you been there?”

“Oh, I can’t go there.”

“Why not?”

Well, now that she thought about it... Her ex didn’t work there anymore. The woman he was fucking didn’t work there anymore, either. But their coworkers, even though they couldn’t have known her, probably hated her by association. They probably had her name on a banned list. But also, they probably wouldn’t check in with her name. 

“Oh, well, I mean it’s probably okay. It’s fine.”

The country inn was more quaint than Colette preferred, but it was clean and quiet, as promised. Discreet. Nobody would see them here. But also, she just wanted to get railed. She wanted to get it over with.

They went straight to their room and locked the door, kissing at the foot of the bed, removing clothing piece by piece as they got closer. 

His touch was so gentle. They were as steamy as two teenagers, which was to say, lukewarm. He was a nice guy, wasn’t he? Well, Jordan was nice sometimes, too, but he knew how to handle a woman in bed. 

“Bite my nipple,” she whispered.

He stopped cold. “What?!?”

“You know, get some teeth on there. Not like draw blood or anything. Don’t you know what to do with a tit?”

He drew in a slow breath and exhaled it. No, he didn’t get it. Or else he was offended. Or both. 

“Wow. I get that people are into all kinds of things, and that’s fine, but that’s the third time tonight you’ve implied I was boring. And it’s kind of a downer.”

So, this is how it ends, already. They moved apart and she put her bra back on. 

She was frustrated, she was horny, and patience had never been one of her virtues. Probably there was a way to word that better, but the truth was, he was delicate as a fucking flower and it just wasn’t doing it for her.

Damn, what a waste of a gorgeous man. 

He sat on the edge of the bed, unmoving, on sheets that had barely been touched. There was disappointment on his face, not just that he wasn’t getting laid tonight, but an incredulity at her lack of something. If she knew what it was, she might have fixed it. Empathy, probably. That’s what Jordan used to say about her. She wouldn’t know empathy if it smacked her in the face.

It dawned on her then. Darwin kissed like he’s only kissed one woman in his whole life. “You haven’t been with anyone since your wife?”

“Does that bother you?”

Yes, Colette didn’t say, although the truth was written all over her face. This was too much pressure and not enough frivolity. It’s been four years by now, and he hasn’t been with anyone? He probably remembered everything about how it used to be with her, how she liked to be touched, where she liked to be kissed. Colette could relate, actually, because all she could think about tonight was how Jordan used to touch her after ten years of learning her every desire. It was perfection. 

So, Darwin was probably feeling the same, but it was different. Jordan fucked off and left her, but Darwin’s marriage never concluded—his wife just died. Colette wasn’t trying to replace a whole dead woman. 

“Don’t worry, I’m not trying to find a new mother for my kid. And if I was, honestly, you wouldn’t be it.”

She thought they were talking about his shortcomings, not hers. “Uh, excuse me?”

He raised his eyebrows at her. “I don’t think you need me to tell you that you’re kind of a bitch. I’m not bringing that into Amaya’s life.”

“Oh. Should I be more delicate for you? Should I be softer? Well, I am what I am, and I’m quite sick of fragile ego men who can’t handle a woman with a whole mind of her own. So if you can’t handle it, then fine. Go. Just leave, would you?”

She crossed her arms over herself and he got up to dress. But then he stopped near the door, holding his gaze to the floor. “I have to drive you home.” 

Shit. She didn’t have her car. 

It was going to be an awkward ride.

Dammit, their kids went to school together. It was going to be an awkward next six years. 

— boxes and squares #5.3: hindsight is a bitch, part 4

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[pfhwrittes]

First: Holy shit their writing is amazing! Huh? Didn’t know I was into that.

Now: I LOVE YOU! You are one of the kindest most thoughtful people I’ve ever had the pleasure of meeting. Huh? Didn’t know I was into that.

please take this gif that i spent an embarrassing amount of time on instead of putting my feelings into words

[the-kipsabian]

wrestling fic writers!!

i have decided to be the change i wanna see, so lets do a nice little thing for each other, as a community full of incredible and talented writers. yes this is writer specific only, but thats cause thats where the main problem of people not interacting with creative works lies in this fandom as far as i can tell and have seen people talking about it especially in the last couple of months

if you read this, please add links to your written works. it can be just a single fic youre really proud of, your writing blog, your writing tag, your ao3 account, anything where your works can be found

and if you leave your link here, PLEASE check out someone else that has left their works, and interact with them. leave them a comment, even just a kudos, REBLOG their fic, etc. interacting is the keyword i want to emphasize here, along with building a sort of a masterpost of where to find people writing in this fandom

and if you are not a writer, youre still highly encouraged to interact with this post and share it and show love to the writers in this fandom, obviously!! i think that should go without saying, but adding it in anyways

a bit more about my vision and resources and such under the read more, but thats the gist of it. happy linking and please be kind and supportive to each other!! 💜

nobody is too big or too small to add their things on this list. if you write and post anything in this fandom whatsoever, be it fics or drabbles or headcanons, any companies or any kind of ships or reader inserts or any content whatsoever no matter how 'dead dove dont eat' or hell even if its just meta, we welcome all here and nobody can say that one thing is less valid than another. just please tag your content accordingly, especially if theres content warnings, and feel free to mention what you write, who you write, any info you wish to leave that would help people before they click on your links. but even so, that should not and hopefully will not deter people from interacting, no matter what it is. someones trash is another ones treasure, i promise you

and unless the amount gets really overwhelming, im personally going to be checking out everyone that leaves something here. unless it squeaks me out, but even then, i'll spread the word. and i just wish as many people as possible will do the same, and not just use this as a potential board to only get eyes on their stuff. ofc thats also the point, but you should give as much, if not more, than you get. we need to be kind and supportive of one another (besides, from personal experience, if you show love to someone else, they are more likely to do it back than without you taking the first step, so... pay it forward)

as for resources, heres a few links that should be helpful in leaving comments and feedback. of course everyone does their own thing and no comment is too big or too small to leave, but for those who need them. if you have anything you'd like added to this list, dont hesitate to get in touch or drop it in the post yourself!!

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and just in general.. leave people comments. leave them asks about their projects. just go over and gush about their work. i know it sounds embarrassing but writers love nothing more than to hear that someone likes what they are doing. if you find a fic that hasnt been updated in forever, comment on it. it might just be the spark the author needs to continue. while kudos and likes are nice, and just as valuable to some, its definitely in the words the people leave for them that matter the most. im not saying this to put pressure on anyone, its just how it is, and i feel like unless people are writers themselves, and even then sometimes, thats just hard to grasp, especially if the writer is a smaller and less popular one who doesnt get a lot of traffic in the first place

i think thats all. just be nice and considered to everyone, reblog peoples works, this post with others add ons and so forth. and if i find anyone talking shit here or at other writers for something they share, you'll be blocked and im probably taking your kneecaps. be fucking nice. we are all struggling here and we need to stick together

happy sharing and commenting 💜💜

[narugen]

i seriously need more narumi and mina moments because just imagine the relief mina felt when narumi joined, similar age to her and was also considered a prodigy in the force.

to have someone to share the burden of the defence force’s future with must’ve felt so freeing. because before he joined it was just her, age 18, being told that she was going to change kaiju extermination with her exceptional synergy with firearms. and she was so, so scared.

narumi doesn’t have the kind of skills or talent for long range combat like she does, but he’s also a top candidate (despite his behavioural issues- which aren’t much of a hinderance anyway) and mina doesn’t have to carry the burden of the future alone anymore

(although she’d never admit, given she probably views narumi as someone completely shocking i just think it’s so funny how she stood there like O_O when she first saw him)

like i LOVE seeing the contrast. mina who was sent onto the battlefield for the first time and was deathly afraid vs narumi who was sent out and immediately took action because that’s how he always lived (fighting)

and now they’re the top two strongest captains in the force and they will be the ones to lead the new generation..

[wiretism]

We need to start treating bad writing like bad art and im not kidding