#and do you look at what people who don’t have the same opinion of you are saying’

[matchatarot]

My sweet Bunny, spring is here and my heart is full! To celebrate the flowers blossoming and the birds chirping, here’s a forecast for the season. Each pile contains challenges and blessings that will mark this season of renewal, along with advice to guide you. Choose the amount of piles you feel called to! To pick a pile don’t overthink it; choose the one that draws you in the most while thinking about the reading’s intent. Only take what resonates!

Love, Matcha ♡

☆ masterlist

✿ spring glow up & spring fashion 2025

1 ₊˚.༄

You’ve just been through an intense transformation, Bunny! A part of your ego died and you’ll be mourning this loss of a part of yourself this spring. You might feel a sense of disconnect towards the old you, sometimes making it hard to express gratitude to the universe regarding where you’re from. You’ll be fighting the urge to completely disconnect from that past self and you’ll try to instead embrace who you used to be with love. Your intuition knows that advancing with an open heart full of light and gratitude is what brings your manifestations to life. You can love your old self and new self at the same time.

This spring, you’ll develop your discernment of negative energy. You’ll sense people’s negative aura way before they’re able to meaningfully enter your life. This will be creating a safe space around you, making sure that you’re community is people who have your back and believe in your success. You can’t be friends with everybody and that’s okay. It’s more than okay, it’s beautiful, and it’s a testament to your new higher vibrational self. You’ll love this new energy around you and it’s going to give you so much motivation to start the things you’ve been meaning to, to create, to make bold career moves, to learn!

Follow your passion with grace and feminine energy. Be disciplined, focus on improving your skills and on making that money! Don’t fall for the false obstacles your ego is creating, step out of that need to control everything. You don’t need to do things traditionally, you should simply do them and be consistent in the way that works for you! You’ve been through a tough period in the past where your manifestations didn’t seem to bear any fruits, this time is gone and your spirit sees that you’re finally ready to experience financial success. So, if there’s anything career-wise you’ve been meaning to do, now is a great time to go for it. If you’ve been meaning to travel, right now would be a good time to check for tickets even if it’s this summer so you’re sure you have a good deal, or you should start putting money aside for the trip.

2, 333, 444, 5, rose quartz, pearls

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2 ⊹˚˖ ☆

You’re unique, you’re not like the rest of the pack, a lone wolf. It’ll be challenging this spring to sense belonging to the people around you. In the past, their opinion used to mean something to you. Your peers used to doubt your skills and qualities, your ambitions. So why should you even make a place for them in your life anymore? You’re free of their judgment. You’ve probably cut off some people in the past months and you’re manifesting significant others who think like you, that have a life view as special as yours. A sense of disconnect toward your community will be tainting your day-to-day.

Your mind is sharp, Bunny. You’re analytical intelligence is blooming, and maturing. After everything you’ve been through, you’ll still have the ability to remain grounded. Impressive! Your aura exudes authority. The ones with bad intentions won’t have the guts to mess with you. The ones that remain close to you will see you as a guide. You’ll give good advice and earn the respect of people around you. You’ll finally be confident in who you are. You’re not looking for the praise of others because you’re the only judge of your character that matters, and right now, you love yourself! You’re gaining clarity when it comes to your journey to success and you’re taking concrete action toward your goals!

Keep fearlessly protecting your peace. Give love to the people who care about you unconditionally. You’re right, you don’t need everybody on your side, but the real ones deserve the appreciation. Follow your passions and don’t stop yourself from being a bit impulsive from time to time. Go out! Have fun! Keep seeing the potential you have and notice the potential of those around you. Collaboration may be coming later in your path so you don’t want to close yourself off too much. Be patient with others, especially if they’re ignorant. Don’t overwork yourself, make sure to practice self-care. Make an effort to regulate your emotions, and stop your anger spirals with positive affirmations, meditation or other healthy coping mechanisms. Be optimistic and creative! Do arts and crafts.

1, 3, 6, 9, wolf, tiger eye, blue agate

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3 ‧₊˚ ♡

You’ve been yearning for the arrival of spring, telling yourself that it’ll bring you everything you desire. You’ve had that feeling, that the manifestations are coming. There’s just one step missing. One last action you shall do to let all of it flow in. For some reason, you’ll feel a bit disconnected from your spiritual guides, which is not in your habits. You’re someone intuitive, however it seems like your angels want you to figure things out by yourself this time. They want you to realize that you’re the one who has the power and that your generous and caring energy is the key to your manifestations. It’ll be a challenge to recognize how much of a precious person you are. No, you’re not manipulating people into liking you. You’re just a good person. You can trust others, but most importantly you can trust yourself.

Someone is crushing on you and they’re preparing to make a bold move toward you. If it’s not romantic or friendly, it’s a job that absolutely wants you as an employee for a specific job. They’re yearning for your attention, you’re everything they’ve wished for and they’re willing to do grand gestures to get your attention. This will make you realize how desirable you are! It’ll strengthen your sense of self. We’ll see if you’re also into them, but it’ll for sure make you feel good about yourself. This person will remind you how smart, gorgeous and interesting you are. It’ll give you motivation!

Make sure to protect yourself. You’re so precious, Bunny. Make sure to take time to focus on your healing. Realize how much of a wonderful person you are, I would advise you to journal about the things about you you’re grateful for. If there are any flaws you have that impact your sense of self-worth, find the positive equivalent for it. For example, if you don’t like how emotional you are, realize how much of a compassionate person it makes you. Ask for help! Stop doing everything by yourself, you’re deserving of help. Prioritize yourself in your day-to-day, you don’t need to make everybody pleased with your decisions, it’s not your responsibility. Let yourself be passionate and sentimental. If you need to stay in and watch a romcom instead of being productive, go ahead! Go in places that intimidate you (like a fitness or art class, a cool bar, a protest etc) even if that means you’ll be discrete, at some point it’ll feel more comfortable.

111, 4, 8, peacock, deer, Archangel Raphael

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4 ₊˚. 𖤓

Internally, you’re sensing that big manifestations are coming for you soon. It’s overwhelming for you! It’s like you’ll be mourning your old life while still living it. You might isolate yourself and stay in your comfort bubble. The attention that comes with your success feels weird to you. You might also be reluctant to go party with your friends, you might not just be in a very social mood. You want to protect yourself from malevolent people. It’ll be challenging to let go of your winter lifestyle and start being more proactive. You’ll eventually get over those blockages pretty quickly though.

You’ll be following your deepest desires, Bunny! You do things with passion and authenticity. One day at a time, you’re progressing towards your goals. Even at the start of spring when you’ll have less motivation you’ll still be making some efforts. Things are flowing smoothly, you organize your time in a way that is not exhausting. You won’t overwork yourself but you still take the necessary steps. Way to go! The turtle versus the hare kind of vibe. You are motivated by a deep fiery sense of passion! You’re shining from your own authentic light! When you meet new people most of them will instantly like you this spring, they love how you don’t need anyone.

Continue shining bright. Don’t be scared to take leadership positions. Open your heart to others, forgive them for their shadows, and love them from afar even if you don’t want them in your life. Be the most authentically yourself you can show your unique qualities. Don’t pretend to be anyone you’re not, don’t lie about your needs and expectations. Be careful about leading people on, if you don’t want to hang out with someone find a way to say it politely don’t make them lose their time thinking you like them. Be willing to teach and help your peers. Keep informed about what’s going on around the world, understand how everybody has different privileges and be thankful about yours (if you’re reading this you’re privileged, even if you’re from a marginalized group!). Follow your intuition and don’t be so hard on yourself.

1, 222, 33, 5, red rose, lipstick, carnelian

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5 ⊹˚˖ ꩜

This spring, it can be challenging for you to focus on your manifestations and projects. You might be losing hope in the divine and it’s not encouraging you to pursue your spiritual practice or your craft. As your angels forgotten you? Will your blessings actually flow in? Those doubts are festering from your scattered mind. You might tend to prioritize more materialistic and superficial things. You’ll be tempted to spend money on things that won’t bring you long-term benefits. It’s also possible that you lend money to people and it takes them too long to give it back or they “forget”. You just want to feel good and to connect with others but sometimes you might have a misguided approach. Your need for romantic love and intimacy will be felt deeply.

People are so attracted to you, Bunny! You look so beautiful. The way you’ll be doing your makeup or styling yourself will truly be letting your inner beauty shine. Yup, looking gorgeous and expensive. Your peers want to spend more time with you and you’re attracting new friends. You’re attentive to other's needs and it makes them feel loved and heard. If you’ve had falling out with people, a lot of that is getting resolved. Others see you as an example of compassion and charisma. It won’t be difficult for you to find people with whom to hang out. This spring, you’ll receive unexpected help every time there’s a blockage! The areas of your life that have been especially complicated will get way better. There’s a masculine that is interested in you (romantic or platonic, leaning towards romantic for most) and they’re planning on entering your life, perhaps coming back into your life.

Spend time with friends and celebrate! Let your beauty shine and use your fast-paced creative mind for your projects! If you don’t have a specific project in mind, create one, because your mind is very fertile right now. It is time for you to sacrifice the negative people who don’t serve you to make more time for your closest friends and yourself. There’s something you know that you need to banish from your life but you’re procrastinating it… respect your intuition and follow its orders! I mean, you’ve been knowing how negative some coping mechanisms and people are for your development so just go ahead and cut it off! Be certain that every time you remove something negative from your life your positive self will attract something better instead. Understand that removing bad friends from your life is not making you disloyal, it’s making you loyal to yourself.

11, 3, 7, 8, hummingbird, owl, sacred heart

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6 ‧₊˚ ★

There’s someone from your past coming back and asking for your attention and to come back into your life. It may be a romantic ex or an ex-bff. They’re trying to lure you in by making you remember the beautiful memories you made together. Will you give them back their spot in your life? Do they fit in your journey? You’ll be reminiscing about the karmic lessons this person brought you but not letting them in before making your decision. It seems like they’re someone who is hindering your fulfillment… They could be very tempting but I feel like you’ll run away far away from them and they leave your life as fast as they’ve returned. This whole thing will make you reconnect with your past in an uncomfortable and vulnerable way.

You might be a spring baby, Bunny or you’ll embody the qualities of spring. There’s a level up in your career, you might be getting a new job that pays better, a very good internship or you’re graduating. You’re saying bye to something and it feels good, it’s not bittersweet at all! You are more connected to your higher self and the divine than you’ve ever been! Your third eye and crown chakra are healed. You’re stepping up and working on things you had been procrastinating in the past. It’s mostly about practical stuff, like painting your room the colour you’ve been wanting it to be for a while or fixing your favourite coat’s buttons. Also, people feel intuitively drawn to you and compliment you because of your captivating spiritual aura.

Keep doing the things that feed your soul. Work hard, with love. Be of service to your community. Do things for the highest good instead of your own sake. Accept your flaws and accept that mistakes are inevitable. Understand that you have full control over your life and that you do not have to let anybody in if you don’t want to. Express your gratitude to the ones around you, not only your gratitude towards them, talk about the things you’re grateful about in general. Be confident in taking career moves, you’ll be especially lucky concerning that aspect. In times of doubt, meditate on your heart’s deepest desires. Speak up about your opinion and talk to new people!

1, 12, 14, 9, amazonite, bee

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7 ₊˚. ✿

You have everything you need to get to where you want to go but your fear of being an outcast is hindering your journey towards your full potential. You are idealizing people thinking others had it easier and that they were good at things naturally. You might be scared to be a beginner at something because you feel like you should instantly be good at it for it to be worth it. This spring you might be learning something new and it’s hard on your ego. You also might be new in a group of friends or at your job and it’s annoying you to be the newbie. You might give too much value to appearances and trends at the moment. There’s a lot of mystery ahead for you and it can be overwhelming at times, so I see you focusing on material earthy things to ground yourself.

You’ll be very attractive this spring, you’ll stand out from your peers when it comes to appearances. The way you style yourself is flamboyant, your hair is shiny. Heads are turning, Bunny! You glowed up and you feel good in your new skin. Recently, you’ve cut off jealous people and this spring you won’t be paying them any mind. They’re not taking any of your energy and it feels good. You genuinely don’t care about the people that wish you ill and it’s refreshing. You’re done lying to yourself about relationships, you spot the red flags and leave as soon as you do. If you’ve been working with Aphrodite, those blessings are from her.

This spring you should focus on being especially observant of your surroundings. You might hear things that will bring you to have an idea that could change your life and be very well-received! Meditate. Stand still. Contemplate your mind and let go of limiting beliefs. Aspire to be in the spotlight! Visualize your manifestations. Things are going to go fast for you this summer so spring is the time to mourn your old life before you step up in the star energy!

1111, 22, 3, 5, air, birds, Aries, phoenix, fairies

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8 ⊹˚˖ ☾

You’ll feel a burning passion and drive that will be hard to restrain. You had enough of winter’s slow energy and now you’ll be restless. This intensity is making you impulsive and it’ll be challenging to calm down and assess all the pieces of information before taking bold action. When you’re not careful, your actions are going to bring the opposite of what you wanted to manifest. You might occasionally attract people that you don’t actually like because the image you’re accidentally projecting is not really you, it’s a hyper and agitated version of you. Your confidence is a beautiful quality, don’t get me wrong Bunny but this spring it could occasionally be misplaced. Those are old patterns that you’ll grow out of.

This spring you are exuding confidence and power, Bunny! You’ll receive a lot of spiritual downloads due to your openness. You’ll have some fun adventures this spring, you might go to cool DJ sets, do nature activities or travel. Even experiences that can be considered stressful and negative will be fun to you because of your mindset! For Example, if you’re in customer service and an ignorant client starts screaming at you for no reason you’ll be thinking about how funny that interaction is. You’ll meet a lot of interesting people and they will see you as someone loyal and loving that they would want to be friends with. Some of your peers may idolize you and people are crushing on you. You may get random date invites at night. Your community is hyping you up! You’ll have a good work-life balance and in general, your projects are flourishing because of the amount of care and dedication you put into them.

You have some unhealed trauma you need to address as soon as possible. Wounds from your childhood created a negative self-concept voice in your head that is urging you to always do more and more urgently. Be more gentle and loving towards yourself. Try to focus on things in a most global sense, you’re too fixated on your next step, take time to appreciate everything you’ve accomplished. Think about how much your inner child is proud of you. Spend time with kids if possible to help heal those childhood wounds. Be careful about being too judgmental of yourself and others. Live in the moment instead, don’t obsess with the future. Recognize what things your heart truly wants versus the things you feel like you should have. Meditate about your values. Practice self-care, if you have the means give yourself a gift of something you’ve been truly wanting for a long time and that is going to be worth it in the long run.

10, 5, 6, tiger, lily flower, pyrite

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9 ‧₊˚ ✸

You feel like the work you’re doing doesn’t really matter. You have no hope in the system and you’re starting to feel like humanity is doomed. I see that the current political state of the world might be difficult for you, Bunny. It’s impacting your mental health, you wish you could do something useful for your community, and for the earth in general. You’re being hard on yourself for things that are totally out of your control. You’re trying your best to remain faithful in spirit but it’s a tough time for you and the world. You’re trying to find balance when it comes to updating yourself on world news since it impacts your everyday mood this much.

You’re letting go of a more naive side of yourself. You’ve seen a lot and been through a lot so now you see through lies easily. You’ve survived so many tough times and it helped you become stronger. Now you have the discernment to evaluate in which moments it’s worth it to be vulnerable with people. You’re getting your good karma, things that have been taken from you will come back in an upgraded form. The ones that did you dirty will be dealt with by the universe. You’ll have unexpected deep and interesting conversations with strangers. Because of your ethics, you sometimes felt like you weren’t getting as much as the people who were willing to do unethical things. This spring, you’ll realize that nice guys don’t finish last. There might be a relationship in your life that is cleansing and healing for you, someone that makes you feel like you’re not bearing the whole world on your shoulders. If you don’t have someone like that in your life at the moment, they’ll come into your life this spring.

Make sure to directly thank the people who help you in your day-to-day. Start new projects where you hold the leadership position. Don’t shy away from giving compliments and gifts to your significant other. Have faith in the people around you. Invest in your relationships. Help others. Try collaborating on projects with others instead of doing it all by yourself, even if you would be capable of doing it alone! Do not force yourself to fit into the gender construct. Break the rules if they’re not for the highest good (as long as it’s safe), even if you’re the one that determined those restrictions for yourself. Write all of your creative ideas, they’ll bring abundance in the future, you’ll come up with an idea that could make you rich in the long term.

2, 4, 888, unicorn, pomegranate, howlite

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decks used for this reading : Animaux totems by Else Oreve & Pricilla Moore, oracle of heaven and hell by Travis McHenry, mystical wisdom by Gaye Guthrie, l’oracle du chemin spirituel by Valérie Defour & Valérie Saussez, les vampires oracle by Lucy Cavendish, fairy tarot cards by Radleigh Valentine

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[b3ach-bunn7]

27 DRESSES (1/6)

You try not to lose your mind while planning your sisters wedding to the man you're in love with. All the while, a certain blonde haired reporter can’t seem to leave you alone

noquirk!au, movie turned fanfic

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You love weddings.

Maybe it’s a cliche, being a woman and all, but you really love weddings. It had all started at six years old, at your aunt Cassie’s wedding. When you’d walked down the aisle with the end of her long white dress in your hands, the fabric soft and the audience filled with tears, everything had changed. 

What’s there not to love? If not the extravagant flowers and decorations, the three tiered cakes or the beaming guests, but the love. There’s nothing more beautiful, in your opinion, than two people promising themselves to each other for the rest of their lives. And that look the groom gives the bride as she walks down the aisle, tears clouding their vision. There’s nothing like it.

It’s partly why you buy the paper every day. It’s all for the Commitments section. The author, a mysterious person who calls themselves Hawks, is incredible at what they do. They write the most heartfelt articles that leave you tearing up and laughing all in the same breath, your favourite ones clipped and stuffed into the drawer in your bedside table.

It’s your love for weddings which has led you to be a bridesmaid at twenty five different ones. You’ve gone from theme weddings, to traditional ones and ones where you had to wear an alarmingly short dress. You keep all the dresses actually, rather stupidly your younger sister says, as a keepsake. Or a tally, a reminder of all the couples you’ve watched wed. You’ve only been a bridesmaid in so many because of your reputation in them. You have a knack for thinking for the bride when she can’t, and it's why you’ve found yourself at the front of the ceremony hall twenty five different times. 

Twenty seven weddings after tonight. You don’t really know how you’re going to pull off two weddings in one night, but you’re nothing if not determined.

Tonight is Kaylee’s very purple, modern wedding and Lorena’s Indian and African fusion one all on the same night. They’re both across town but you figure you can spend twenty minutes at one before your presence is needed at the other. You hurriedly explain all this to the taxi driver as you start pulling out your sari from your bag, slamming the door shut behind you.

You look up at him in the rear view mirror and point. “Alright. I’ll give you 300 even for the whole night. Every time you look back in the mirror I’m deducting.”

His face darts with confusion. “What-“

“Drive! Come on, I’m already late.” You usher him to look away as you start fiddling with the back of your dress.

The streets bustle with New York’s nightlife. It gets increasingly stuffier in the back seat as your arm stretches round to carefully peel your dress back, fingers slipping over the small zipper. Kaylee had picked dresses that looked awfully like ones you’d wear at a highschool prom, but the last thing you’d do is complain. Your eyes catch the cab drivers and you thump the back of his seat.

“Hey! That’s 280.” You huff. He holds his hand up in surrender, and carries on driving.

It doesn’t take too long for you to get there. You hop out of the car as quickly as you can, the long trail of your green and yellow sari slipping off your shoulder. You turn back to the cab as you clip on your shoes.

“I’ll be back in ten. Or twenty. Don’t leave, cab man.”

“It’s Ziggy.”

“Ziggy! Don’t leave Ziggy.” You point and he rolls his eyes.

Lorena’s wedding is beautiful. All oranges and greens and pinks, the guests colourful as they mill about. There’s a huge ice sculpture of a swan in the middle of the room, long tables with colourful cloths that brush against the ground. Theres a soft lull of music that fills the room, the live band just as joyous as everyone else. You rush to find the bride, and she looks just as relieved to see you as you are to see her.

“Oh, Y/N! There you are! I’ve been looking everywhere for you.” Her voice is desparate and there’s a sheen of sweat on her forehead.

You smile brightly. “Sorry, I was mingling.”

“Do you have the-“

You hold up the bindis. “These?”

“Yes. You lifesaver!” She groans, grabbing them out of your hands.

You stay for your twenty minutes, as decided, and manage to slip away when the guests start making their way incredibly slowly to their seats. Judging by the huge amount of guests on both sides of the family, you’ve got some time. You run as quickly as your heels let you and are glad to find Ziggy still waiting for you out front.

“Okay! Now the venue on 7th street. Please.” You’re out of breath and already throwing your clothes off.

Ziggy shakes his head. The car rumbles and the smell of the exhaust fills your nose as he drives off. You try to make small conversation but it’s hard when you're about one second away from flashing the general public. And Ziggy. He’s down to 240 by the time you pull up to the next venue, and you slip your purple bow into your hair.

This wedding is much calmer. Less colours and more muted tones that accentuate the outdoor area they rented out. Tjhere’s fairy lights hanging form all the trees and branches, fancily dressed waiters handing out hors d'oeuvres. You find Kaylee adjusting the bodice of her dress in the reflection of the big glass doors in the back room, her mother fussing over her elaborate up-do.

So that’s how you spend your night. Back and forth between two venues halfway across town, insisting to Ziggy that it’s all worth it. Sure, you wear the wrong heels one time and have to awkwardly explain it away, and have to hold up Kaylee's huge white dress while she pees for a slightly alarming amount of time, but it’s worth it.

That look of relief on their faces after everything goes right. Standing at the front of the ceremony hall holding pretty bouquets. The little speech dedication they give you for all your help, the claps from the audience. How could you ever say no? You’re only human. And probably a people pleaser, but that’s not relevant right now.

You finish the night at Kaylee’s wedding. Lorena is long gone in her honeymoon suite by the time you get back to hers, just in time for the bouquet toss. The bouquet you’ve never caught, by the way. Despite the 26, soon to be 27, times you’ve been involved in them. 

But you think you might have some hope today. The bouquet is coming towards you, soaring through the air, little flutters of petals floating to the ground. And you know it’s a dumb tradition, but maybe it will be your turn next. Of course, there are absolutely zero men on your roster and you’ve never been in love, but that’s neither here nor there. The bouquet would make it happen.

You think you have a real chance of catching it. Until some girl slams into your shoulder and sends you careening to the ground.

The floor is hard where it slams against your shoulder and soon after your head. You groan, and the gasps from all around you do nothing to help the small quell of fear in your chest at the throbbing pain in your head. 

“Alright! Everybody back up.”

You hear a voice break out above the rest. Calm and smooth, and as you blink slowly you come face to face with a man. A very handsome man, if you’re being entirely honest. You wish you were in a more dignified position to meet him, and not laying down on the floor like a crime scene victim.

“Alright. I need a bag of ice and a 1999 Chateau wine, and something for her to bite on.” He sounds serious and it scares you all the more.

The two bridesmaids surrounding him, handsy ones from the way they’re gripping his broad shoulders, freeze. He looks up at them.

“Now, go!”

The girls disperse quickly. The man waves the small crowd around you away, insisting you’re fine. He offers you a hand that you take, and you rise to your feet, dusting off your dress. You look at him properly for the first time when you’re finally on your feet.

He’s handsome. You concussed vision were not wrong. He’s got hair just long enough to curve around his cheeks, a dusty blonde that compliments that tan of his skin. His eyes are so hazel they look almost yellow, and from what you can see he fits the suit he’s wearing quite nicely.

“You a doctor?” You ask.

He smiles, and his teeth are white and shiny. “No. But Tweedledee and Tweedledrunk were getting on my nerves. Had to get rid of them somehow.”

“Right.” 

You rub at your elbow where it had collided with the floor. He nudges your shoulder.

“You know your name?”

“Yep. Y/N.”

“Well, Y/N. I’m Keigo.” 

You nod, smiling politely. “Thanks for your help, Keigo, but I’d better go.”

You only walk about an inch before your knees buckle and Keigo’s arm grabs yours. He laughs slightly. “Alright, let’s get you a cab.”

You say your goodbyes, and let Keigo walk you back out to the front. Night has settled over New York, but the streets are no less alive. You hear noise bustling down the street and the commotion of the party behind you. Your hands are heavy with the bouquet Kaylee had gifted you on the way out, and the wind cools your skin as you make the short walk to the cab.

“So. I liked your thong.”

Your cheeks burn red and your head whips around to Keigo. “What did you just say to me?”

He holds up two hands. “Joke. You buzzed past me earlier and I saw you changing gowns in the back of the car.” You avert your gaze and he hums.

“You went to two weddings in one night?” His head tilts slightly like it’s a question, though he knows it’s the truth. You roll your eyes.

“Maybe.” 

He huffs a laugh. “That’s a little upsetting, no?”

You shrug. “They didn’t know. And they’re two good friends. What was I supposed to do, say no to one of them?”

He shakes his head and his hair bounces around. “Nah, not for them. For you. One wedding is bad enough. I can’t imagine going to two.”

He sounds ever so slightly vindictive, and it’s a little shock from his cheery personality. Your eyebrows furrow ever so slightly. 

“I love weddings. Always have.”

You reach the cab and give Ziggy a wave. He glances at Keigo through the window.

“Wedding gift?” He teases.

You roll your eyes as Keigo hops in beside you. You dump the bouquet in his hands. “Just drive, Ziggy.”

The car jostles and your shoulder bumps Keigo’s. “I mean, what’s there to love? The terrible food, the handsy guests, or all the fake love?”

“Maybe the annoying cynics like you.” You drawl.

It doesn’t take too long for you to pull up outside your apartment complex. You get out the car, juggling all your things in your arms. You press the money in Ziggy’s hand, now 140 after all his misdemeanours, and wave goodbye. 

“What, 140?”

“You know what you did. Keigo’s gonna need a ride home so don’t go anywhere.”

Keigo, to your dismay, hops out of the car with you. 

You round on him, arms full of saris and flowers. “I live here. Goodbye now.”

“Love is patient, love is kind. Love is slowly losing your mind.”

You laugh a little. “Wow. You a poet?”

“A writer, actually.”

He doesn’t look like one. You tell him as much, and he grins.

“I think I should be flattered.” 

You all up the steps of your flat and he follows. Your kitten heels click as they hit the concrete.

“Don’t you think it’s so much? For something that, I mean let’s face it, has a fifty percent chance of dying out in a couple years?” He follows after you easily.

“Wow. A man who doesn’t believe in marriage. Very refreshing.” You deadpan.

He sighs. He leans against the threshold of your apartment and you find yourself standing there with him. You could easily buzz yourself in and tell him to piss off, but there’s something keeping you there. Maybe it’s the way your porch light makes him look warm or the fact you haven’t spoken to a man in months. You don’t care.

“I don’t know, I see no reason not to point out the hypocrisy.”

“Oh so noble.” You nod slowly. “Do you go around telling kids Santa isn’t real, too?”

Keigo raises an eyebrow. “So you admit marriage is about as real as Santa Claus?”

“I-“ You laugh slightly. “I don’t know why I’m arguing this with you but.” 

You swap the arm your bouquet is in and sigh. “Marriage, like all good things in life, is not easy. Cynicism always is though.”

With that, you start punching in the code for the door. Keigo watches

“It was very interesting meeting you.” He says.

“Sure.”

“You in any more weddings this week?”

“Goodbye, Keigo.”

“How many have you been in?”

You smile a little despite yourself. “Bye.”

“Just a ballpark.”

—

You may have lied before. You have been in love. Or actually you are in love. Just not with a man who loves you back.

Togata is an incredible boss. Really. He’s so passionate about everything and it makes you so passionate about everything. It helps that he’s also good at what he does, and that he is very attractive. It’s not the smartest thing to be crushing on your boss, but you can’t help yourself. 

“So who are the flowers from?” 

Rumi, your best friend and coworker, is rubbing bright pink tulip petals between her fingers. They’re impressive. Vibrant and big as they sit proudly on your desk. 

“What? What flowers?”

She squints at you. “Uhm. These flowers?”

You blink at them. “Right. Uhm, no, I have no idea. Is there a card?”

You place the papers you had in your hand on your desk. It’s cluttered and a mess. You’re not one to keep your work space tidy, and it’s been especially bad this week. You have no idea where your planner is, too. Probably under all this junk. 

Rumi shakes her head. “Nope. Pretty shitty secret admirer. Didn’t even sign his work.”

You scoff. Your eyes dart over her outfit. It looks oddly familiar.

“Nice button up. Think I saw that on groomsman two yesterday.” 

Rumi grins. “Come on. You know I only go to weddings for the easy hook ups. The one night stand outfit is not shameful, it’s prideful.” 

You giggle. “Right.”

“I’m assuming you didn’t get any hook ups in. How is Togata, by the way?”

“He-“ You glance out the window where he’s typing away at his desk. The blue shirt he’s got on looks good on him.

“He’s fine. I guess, I don’t know.”

Rumi rolls her eyes. She balances on the edge of your desk, tapping her shoes against the floor. You hold up some pictures you picked out for the next catalog. You ask Rumi if Togata will like them.

“I do. I think he’ll love them so much he’ll pull you into his office and make sweet love to you all over his desk.”

“Rumi!”

You smack her shoulder with the pictures as she laughs. “Come on, Y/N! Please tell me the reason you work so hard isn’t because of that crush of yours.”

Your mouth opens to defend yourself. It takes a second for the words to come out. “No. I like my job.”

“I bet you’d like-“

“Hey, girls.” 

Togata pops his head into the room. You immediately straighten up, brushing your skirt a little. Rumi shakes her head as you wave.

“Hi. Hello.” You smile.

Togata peers at the desk. “Those the new photos that came in?”

You gather them up and pass them to him. “Here. What do you think?”

He hums slightly, finger on his chin. He makes a noise of discontent in the back of his throat. “I think they’re too corporate.”

“I agree.” You don’t. You quite like how they look but you’d never tell him that. You nod. “They don’t- They don’t have enough of an outdoorsy feel, right?”

Togata grins. “Yes! Looks too corporate. See this is why I keep you around, Y/N.”

You try not to let that comment get to your head. Your face feels a little hot and you ignore Rumi’s badly concealed laughter beside you.

“I’ll let management know.” You quickly grab your calendar before he can walk out. “You also have a charity ball in a few weeks. Shall I confirm your attendance?”

Togata frowns. His face is wrinkled around his eyes and mouth but in a good way. Makes him look rugged, you think. You brush a stray lock of hair out of your face for something to do.

“Shit. Yeah, I suppose. Do I need to make a speech?”

Rumi is fiddling with the flowers again. You shrug.

“Nothing big. Something about how much you care for the environment and sustainability.”

Togata sighs. “Right. Yeah, I’m in. I’m assuming I need a date, too? That’s the one thing I can’t ask you for help.” He laughs.

Your heart jumps a little in your chest. Yes, you want to scream, I can help with that! Instead, you laugh with him, a little too loudly.

He taps the back of the door. “Alright then. I’ll see you ladies at Tonya’s engagement party tonight, right?”

You shoot him a thumbs up. He goes to leave when he suddenly stops in his tracks. He turns back to you. His eyes are very big and brown, like a dogs. But in a cute way.

“Yeah?”

“You leave that breakfast burrito on my desk this morning?”

“Thought you might be hungry.” You say sheepishly.

“That’s why I love you.” He calls out as he walks off.

You sigh, looking at the now empty doorway longingly. “I love you, too.”

Rumi shoves your shoulder. You shake yourself out of the daze you’re in, and stalk over to your desk. “Thanks. I think I needed that.”

You make quick work of putting away the now useless pictures. Rumi watches, bored.

“Hey, a couple of us are heading to Roy’s for drinks before the party.” She singsongs.

“Sounds fun.” You mumble. You’re currently digging though your drawer for your planner.

Rumi rolls her eyes. “That was an invite, you weirdo.”

You look up at her. “I know. I’d come, but I need to pick up Tess from the airport.”

Tess is your little sister. Rumi doesn’t like Tess that much. She thinks she relies on you too much for everything. And yeah, maybe you did kind of step into the motherly role after your own passed away twenty years ago, but what other choice was there? You were young but Tess was younger, and you never minded it anyway.  

Rumi crosses her arms. “If only there was a service you could hire to do things like that. Maybe yellow or black cars-“

You wave her off. “She’s my sister, Rumi. Of course I’m going to pick her up.”

“Sucks to be you.”

—

The little bar Tonya’s party in is nice. It’s quite empty for a Wednesday night, and you nurse a cosmopolitan in your hand as Rumi rambles besides you about one of the guys at the pre drinks.

“And- Oh, hi, Togata.”

Rumi nudges you in what might be the most unsubtle way ever, like you didn’t notice him walking over about ten minutes ago. You smile brightly as your drink jostles slightly in your hand.

“Hey, girls. Great party, Y/N.” He winks at you.

“Thanks! Thank you.” You laugh.

“I’m headed to the bar. You ladies need anything to drink?”

You hold up your own and shake it. “I���m good, thanks.” 

He waves goodbye, disappearing off into the busy crowd. The music is low but full of bass that rumbles in your chest. 

Rumi flicks your arm. “Ow!”

“Idiot! If a man asks you if you want a drink you always say yes. If you already have one, then you down it and ask for another.” She scolds and you pout, rubbing your arm.

“Alright, alright. I just don’t want him to think I’m irresponsible.” 

Rumi scoffs. “Yeah, that’s what guys want. Responsible.”

You take a sip of your drink. It’s burns a line down your throat, and you wince slightly. There is way too much vodka in this.

“He likes me for the way I am, Rumi.” You brush a lock of hair behind your ear. 

“What’s the point in liking someone if nobody’s naked?”

“Y/N.”

Togata is back. You stand a little straighter. “Yes?”

“You get what I leave on your desk?”

You freeze a little. Your desk? As in, the big bouquet of pink flowers on your desk? Rumi nudges your arm again and you shove her away with more contempt.

You sound a little breathless when you next speak.

“Yes. Yes, I did.”

“They were okay?”

“Okay? They- They were more than okay.”

He smiles, as charming as ever. “Great.”

You and Rumi squeal like school girls the second he’s gone. “Did you see that? He- It was him! I told you he liked my responsibility!”

Rumi grabs your shoulders, her face determined. “This is it! Real life. You have to go over there and tell him how you feel.” 

You nod erratically. “Okay. Yeah. No, you’re right. Okay, I’m going.”

Your words are more encouragement for yourself than a response for Rumi. You can see him across the room. He’s leaning on a tall pillar, watching the crowd around him. You don’t recognise the song playing, something soft and romantic and god this couldn't be more perfect. All your years of pining winded down to this very moment.

He’s close. Close enough you could reach out and touch him. Also close enough to see that longing, love struck look in his eyes.

Eyes that aren’t looking at you. But are looking at Tess.

It’s a joke. Some sick twist of karma, even though you think you’re a pretty good person. You really don’t deserve this. 

“Jane.” Your sister is talking to you but her gaze is directed right at Togata’s face. “You gonna introduce me?”

You clap your hands together much louder than necessary, bringing yourself out of your daze.

“Right!” You say a little too loudly. “Togata , this is my sister Tess. Tess, this is my Togata- I mean- Not like that!” You fumble.

“I’m her boss.” His voice does not sound that sultry when he’s talking to you. You bite down on your bottom lip.

“Yeah, she’s like my right-hand man.”

Man. You’re like a man to him. How lovely.

Tess nods, twirling a lock of hair around her finger. “Lucky her.”

“Yeah. Hey, you wanna get a drink?”

The question sounds much more flirtatious when he asks Tess. And she definitely knows the ways of the game because she immediately agrees, linking her arm in his and stalking off.

Is this what torture feels like? Or hell? Maybe both, together. 

It’s your own fault. You invited her here, you even let her borrow your nice yellow dress. It feels like a little piece of your heart has shattered as she leans her head back and laughs at something he says to her. Togata is not that funny. At least never with you.

“Hey!”

This is really the last thing you need right now. You have no idea what Keigo is even doing here.

“Hi.” You breathe out, eyes still on your sister

“How are ya? You get my flowers? Were they too much?” He winces a little and you shut your eyes.

You dart your head back to face him. His words are enough to steal your attention away from Tess’s very confident hand placement.

“Oh my god. They were from you?”

He looks so proud of himself. You want to throttle him.

Because of course. Of course they were from him and not the man you’re in love with. It’s your own fault, really. He’s never shown any interest in you, it makes no sense why Togata would suddenly confess his feelings. It was wishful thinking and a daydream at best.

“Oh, god.” You laugh, incredulous. “They were from you. Mr marriage-hater.”

He looks a little confused at your sour attitude. You down your drink in one swell go. 

“Oh, I also have something for you.” He digs in his back pocket and pulls out your planner.

You probably need a new one. You definitely need a new one. It’s fat and full and stuffed with every wedding invite you’ve ever been given, and also your never ending to do list. You grab it, huffing it close to your chest.

“Oh! Thank god, I was looking all over for this.”

“Yeah, you left it in the cab. It was either meet you at the engagement party or Thursday’s bikini wax.” He jokes.

You narrow your eyes at him. “You read it?”

He has the smart idea of looking a little apologetic. “Sort of. Wasn’t easy. You have very small writing. And there’s a lot of it. You know they have digital ones now? Take care of all of that in a much more organised way.”

Keigo taps the cover of your planner and you move it out of his reach. You have bigger things to deal with then him right now. You try and look over his shoulder at the new couple you’d inadvertently created.

“I don’t need to be taken care of. Thanks for this.” You try and walk away but he pulls you back. His hand is soft and warm on your skin.

“Come on, have a drink with me.”

You shrug him off. “Thanks for bringing back my planner. Very nice of you.”

Keigo rolls his eyes playfully. “It’s a drink, not a weekend in Hawaii.”

You don’t respond but you don’t leave either. He takes that as encouragement to continue.

“It’ll take the edge off. Sure looks like you need it.” You glare at him, and he points towards the bar.

The bar where Togata is leaning so close to Tess, whispering something into her ear. She has that look on her face you’ve seen enough to know she’s flirting with everything in her.

You turn to Keigo. “Look, I’m sorry. I really don’t think I’ll be much fun tonight.”

Keigo deflates a little. “Sure. No problem. I’ll see you Thursday, maybe.”

You give him a sharp look.

“Maybe not. I’ll see you around.”

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ugh guys 27 dresses is my FAVOURITE ROMCOM everrr and hawks is litch exactly like the main character in my head

this fic is a goal im setting to acc finish.. the aim is six chapters so everyone pray for me.. and dw hawks will deffo be involved more in later chapters

PLZ ENJOY!!!

[eclipsecrowned]

seeing ye olde ‘arry patootie discourse crop up again. i personally keep my opinions shut bc i closed that fandom chapter years ago and this fight has nothing to do with me, neither my circus nor my monkey, but i get where people might be coming from missing it as a foundational fandom to them and wanting to scratch the itch in rp while being morally opposed to touching the creators work at all.

this is a totally incomplete list but here’s a few fandoms whose canon allows for different aspects of the series in question that someone might be looking to recreate.

‘Kadi I liked the sorting aspect, the idea of belonging to a group and having a shorthand for my character type was the most fun in terms of generating dynamics’

The lightsided version of this in modern fantasy is The St0rmlight Archives to me. Those who gain miraculous magical power are effectively slotted into one of ten orders defined by their personal traits, skills, and goals. There’s even a quiz on the creator’s website to sort yourself or your characters.

Middle of the road would be anything W0rld of Darkness or related media. Character development in anything under their wheelhouse is dependent on what groups your character belongs to, be it Vampires, Werewolves, Mages, or even Hunters.

Darksided, aim for M4gnus Archives. There’s a set number of forces in that universe that can empower those who serve them relative to which Entity they are. Using my OCs for example, Lea is tied to The End, and this aligned to fears related to Death, while her associate Dolores is with The Stranger, aligned to the Uncanny Valley and related concepts. The Entities are malevolent though, and your muse is a monster the moment they sign up, so by definition this is a build-an-antagonist version of sorting if you mean for the muse to last.

‘Well, I like the school aspect. It allowed for some good development and sideplots in a limited setting.’

Gr1shaverse has a palace for their mages in R4vka, which can function much the same as an academy. Their magic is even referred to as a science.

The Mag1cians. I do not go here but I have moots that swear by it as an alternative.

L3gacies. I also do not go here but if you want mystical supernatural teenybop stuff, this one is here for you from what I’ve seen.

Fourth W1ng. I also don’t go here but apparently it’s a school for dragon riders? Fucking neato, where was this stuff when I was in the demographic?

While the schools are usually not a focus, DC, Marvel, and Dunge0ns and Dragons all have magic schools in their lore, or for those who aren’t as fussed about it being magic as much as a school for those with powers to congregate and have drama… Xavier’s is upstate.

‘I dunno, Kadi, I really want a big active fandom and a lot of those are small, dead, or scary.’

Again, Marvel and DC are two of the biggest fandoms on the platform. They far outstrip the comm we’re talking alternatives for even in its heyday — and I would know, I was there.

‘I will never be over the concept of that one animal soul spell’

If it’s the bond between spirit and mage, St0rmlight. If it’s soul as a tangible aspect of the character, His D4rk Materials.

‘I like big worldbuild, in universe history, and fatass tomes for my bookshelf.

St0rmlight

Dunge0ns and Dragons

‘Bri’ish :<‘

The M4gnus Archives

[ozcarma]

Trying to watch 999 let’s plays is such hell to me - NO ONE PLAYS THE GAME RIGHT just shutupshutupshutupshutup and play the game!! Stop trying to make jokes!!!!

I’m too autistic for this, I cannot bear hearing let’s players doing their own voice acting when I adore the game’s VAs too much. Everyone always fucks up Santa’s and Lotus’s voices especially.

I understand the draw of Let’s Plays are largely the people playing them who have gained their own following, but as someone who just loves the game I don’t wanna hear ur stupid banter 💥💥💥 play the game and be intrigued but not TOO intrigued because give it a fuckin minute it’ll explain what’s going on 🙄‼️

[iliveinprocrasti-nationn]

i hate going “hey i might not be up to hanging out im just not doing well mentally” but also i know if im either constantly panicking or completely out of it while we’re hanging out then it won’t go well

[mx-pastelwriting]

Saving My Fanfiction Work

First. Side note: This post was only intended to give resources to fanfiction writers and enjoyers. My talk on recent political events was a context/reasoning on why I made this post. Also I’ve had to add more information to this post over time due to people’s confusion in my comments. Explaining it was to make sure that this post didn’t come off as out of the blue for my followers and this community. Which is fanfiction.

Also, why I made this post was from people asking if they could download my fanfiction because of the recent political events in America hence why I named it “saving my fanfiction work” and added my context. So this was also a post to tell people that liked my fanfiction they could download it as long as it was for their personal collection. I merely just wanted to list resources to people who wanted to download fanfiction and don’t know where to start or don’t have the immediate resources. I’m not here to fear-monger. I am just giving resources and the reasoning on why I’m giving them along with urging people to look into those information/recent events as staying aware is important. I respect everybody who’s given their opinion and yes, some of my grammar in this post is not adequate as this post was merely made for giving/stating resources.

Lastly, I will no longer update this post with comments as I’ve said my peace, nor will I pay attention to the notifications as they are muted. As my page is for fanfiction not politics. Thank you for the people in this community who share this post for the resources see you around the tags! Stay safe friends!!✨ Remember I love you! And you are loved!💛

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Due to the recent events in the United States. To clarify the recent events being Trump becoming president of the United States, Project 2025 more than likely going to be integrated. If you are not familiar with Project 2025 I urge you to look it up.

Along with the KOSA bill that has many problems and it has passed the senate now needing the finally vote in the house, which both are majority red. Go here to learn more on why it needs to be stopped and how you can. This is another component that will harm our communities. Go to: stopkosa.com

With all of its harmful plans some of the plans are to take down/restrict internet sites that have LGBTQ+ communities that means communities like the fan-fiction communities/sites in the United States.

I am only giving resources to those inside and out of the US in case they banned sites that hold fan-fiction. Better safe than sorry.

Being that I live in the US the possibly of mine and many others Fanfiction has the possibly of being in danger. Therefore I'm giving you recourses. (I'm not leaving or stopping my writing, I'm here for the fight!)

For those wanting to save my fanfiction, I give you permission to download them off of AO3 and to be used for your personal collection. Meaning, your eyes only. To clarify I’m saying this as others have asked if they could download my fanfic so for those who would like to you can.

If you do not know how to download them many others on online have tutorials on how to download them and add them to our phone libraries.

Here are some links to tutorials:

Downloading Fanfic

Adding to Iphone & Android Library

Adding to Kindle Library - Video on How (On TikTok)

Adding Book Covers (At the bottom) - Good EPUB Cover Changer (I use this)

Types of Files and What they mean

Please stay safe out there! Remember to follow the rules below.

DO NOT share the downloaded file anywhere online.

DO NOT repost the downloaded file under your name.

Fanfiction is protected under copyright law when plagiarism is involved. If you plagiarize my work, either a piece or whole in any language, I will take legal action. Inspiration or the same idea does NOT apply to this, only word-for-word plagiarism in any language.

♥ mx-pastelwriting does not consent to their fanfiction being copied, copied & credited, translated, used in videos and/or audios, screenshotted, used in AI, or reposted on any other platform without permission.

♥ mx-pastelwriting does give consent to "reblog," sharing links to direct work, and being in recommend lists.

Please stay safe out there friends! I love you so much! Know that there will always people that love you and in for the fight to make sure you are loved!

And here are some resources in case you don’t feel okay! Resources here

[daydreamer-in-reverie]

Started rereading the Hunger Games series and I feel like it’s so overlooked how in 74th and 75th Hunger Games, we don’t know every Tribute’s names, with Katniss only referring to them by their District numbers but in TBOSAS, we knew every single Tribute by name. We associated them with the clothes they wore on the Reaping Day and Suzanne even goes so far as to describe how they looked, however briefly. We see these Tributes and we’re familiarized with them by the little tidbits provided to the mentors and to Snow and Lucy Gray. But we never get this in the original trilogy.

In two generations, President Snow alienated the Districts from each other so much that Katniss didn’t even care to know all the names of the Tributes sent into the Arena with her, with the exception being those who posed great risk against her safety and those she felt great compassion for (e.g. Cato, Thresh, Rue, Mags, Betee, Wiress etc.). Katniss even went so far as to call the D6 Tributes in the 75th Hunger Games morphlings, for their affinity to imbibe in the drugs that help them forget their own traumas (an incredibly hurtful description, in my own opinion, to be known by the qualities you hate the most about yourself). We never know the real name of the 74th D5 girl, with Katniss only referring to her as Foxface and we don’t even know Marvel’s name until we get to the second book and he was Katniss’ first personal kill. Katniss even kills the D4 girl in the books with the same tracker jacker venom that killed Glimmer and yet still, we don’t know her name. We are so removed from the identity of the other Tributes that we don’t even know what some of them looked like beyond brief descriptions of mangled bodies and dead Tributes in the bloodbath at the Cornucopia.

And, the thing is, Suzanne established the importance of names in the series. Even in real life, we recognize the importance of being named. It is a fundamental aspect of being human. If you’re ever in a perilous situation where a person might be placing your life in danger, we’re told to remind the person that you’re human. “Keep saying your name, how old you are, where you came from. Remind them you are a human being just like them.” Before any propaganda can work against a group of people, refusing to recognize a person’s name is the first step to dehumanization. And just like the people of the Districts, we don’t care enough about the other Tributes to even want to know their names. Their propaganda worked on us, the readers.

In two generations, President Snow completely wiped out any sense of familiarity and camaraderie the Districts may have shared with the other. In two generations, Snow sowed the seeds of distrust and division into the Districts so deeply that even we, the readers, were affected by the effects of Capitol propaganda. In two generations, the Districts ceased to genuinely care about the others beyond the vague sense of injustice they feel for their shared plight. It’s why Career Districts don’t seem to care about killing the other Tributes. How can you care, to show your compassion and humanity, when you can barely see them as people? Yes, they may have been in the Arena with you. Yes, they may have been starved and beaten and forced into labor like you were. Yes, they might be children just like you. Yes, they might be subjected to the same deplorable system that turned you into virtual slaves. But they are not your friends. They are not your allies. They are strange, with different customs and traditions that you have. You do not share the same values. They do not care about you. At the first chance they get, they will kill you with your bare hands and they will do it with alacrity if it meant their survival. There can only be one Victor and it can’t be them. It has to be you.

[graciehart]

because tumblr is the gif website, I feel like everyone here should understand the work that goes into creating a gifset. because I think not everyone does, and it’s a huge part of why people don’t respect gif makers the way that they should.

the simplest gifs you will ever see me post still take the better part of an hour to create. because in order to make a gif, you need the material—for me, that means taking screen captures of videos or finding a download for them, both of which take time. then you have to open photoshop and create your gif, which can take a really long time depending on how quick photoshop is, how long the gif you’re making is, the size, any number of variables. and then I always color my gifs from scratch. if there’s dialogue, I listen over and over to try to make sure it’s correct, sometimes I look up transcripts, and sometimes it takes time to decide how to break up the dialogue. so even if it’s a simple two-gif set of a short scene, it will take the better part of an hour at least. and again, this is for the simplest gifsets I create.

so when I gif a scene, I am spending at least an hour with that tiny little snippet of material. which means that whatever it is that is featured in the gifset, it’s something that I like or tolerate enough to spend at minimum an hour with it. and this is why it DOES NOT MATTER if you are not critiquing the gif itself, gif makers do not want to hear every negative thought you have ever had about an actor, character, scene, or anything else they may have made a gifset for. if you want to complain about something, make your own post.

do not take someone else’s creation as a chance to complain or make nasty comments about anything featured in it. if I am willing to gif something, it means that I am willing to spend my own free time looking at it and working with it and creating something with it. so even if it isn’t my favorite scene or character or actor or whatever, I like it enough to watch the same three second clip over and over again for the better part of an hour. and yes, you’re just one person, but imagine a gifset with 100 notes. say 50 of those are reblogs, and 20 have some sort of complaint in the tags. you only see the tags of people who reblog from you, but OP will see all the tags. which means it’s not just your complaint, it’s all 20 different complaints about the thing they liked enough to make a gifset for.

and look—I understand it’s your blog and you can say whatever you want. I understand that I am creating something to be seen by other people and I don’t get to control what people say or do in the tags. if you read this and think fuck that, I can do what I want, you’re right. the purpose of this post is to remind you that you can do whatever you want, but the consequence may be that the people who are creating content for your fandoms stop posting altogether because they get sick of reading everyone’s negative opinions.

all that said, for the love of god: if you like something, reblog it. send asks and tell people you like their creations. say it in the tags. send things to friends. DO NOT REPOST THINGS. if you want to reap the benefits of other people creating things, make them feel like their work is appreciated.

[luveline]

Hi Jade ! I loove your sunshine!readers, could I request one for Carmy ? Maybe someone calls her to get to the restaurant when hes feeling anxious to calm him down idk if thats good lol love ya !

ty for requesting <3 fem, 1.4k

Is it The Beef or The Bear? In your head, despite the wishes of everyone who works there (except for Ebra, who seems to have mixed opinions), you always call it The Beef. But the sign brags otherwise, and when you push open the doors, nothing inside is left to remind you of the old restaurant. It was a total gut. 

“Hi, gorgeous,” says a familiar, warm voice. 

You almost walk straight into her table, distracted looking for brown curls through the kitchen door’s little window. “Hey, Tina.” You grin at your second favourite chef. Your most favourite Sous. “You taking a break?” 

She offers you a round butter cookie from a sleeve of them. Her cup of coffee billows with steam. “Uh-huh.” 

“Hiding from a meltdown?” you ask, taking a cookie, fingers oily with butter, sugar grains falling to the floor. 

“It’s not like that,” she says. 

Well, what is it like? you think. 

Richie’s text wasn’t exactly descriptive. Need ur help with the little Bitch, he’d said. Then, when you didn’t answer, ASAP!!!!

You figured it must’ve been another rant. He’s prone to these… episodes of anger where he doesn’t realise he’s spinning out and hurting people who really care about him. You try to bring him out of it, but he’s a Berzatto. They’re all the same, sort of. Everything that’s wrong with them has been stamped into them a long, long time ago. 

He’s been better since Nat steel armed him into AA, but still. You tilt your head to one side, sugar cookie between your fingers, listening for the goings on in the kitchen. “Sydney’s here?” you ask. “I thought she was sick.” 

“Sydney gets sick, but she doesn’t take sick days,” Tina says with a loving shrug. 

You smile at her in brief goodbye for now and make your way to the kitchen, where you push in quietly. All their ‘Behind!’ and ‘Corner!’ and ‘Hands!’ makes you laugh, and you can’t take it seriously so you don’t, but you’re not trying to be dangerous in there either. 

“Hello?” you ask. 

Sydney and Richie look up from a cramped notebook at the table nearest to the door. There are employees you're unsure of prepping vegetables along the wall, but Carmy isn’t anywhere to be seen. 

“Fucking finally,” Richie says, before rubbing his face regretfully. “I’m sorry, it’s just– I texted you an hour ago, babe, you’re letting me down.” 

You laugh. “Sorry, babe,” you tease. “I have a job, just like you.” Your hands are cold where you tuck them under each armpit, crossing your arms. “Hi, Sydney. You feeling okay?” 

“No. He’s stressing me out.” 

“Which one?” 

“Both of them.” She looks like she might rub her face too. “I need him to be in here right now, he should be doing this, but he keeps walking away and– and not saying where he’s going.” 

“He is stressful,” you agree, though usually Carmy’s stress tends to bounce right off of you, “I’m gonna find him and strap him down for you.” 

Sydney just frowns. 

“I’ll see what’s up,” you say more seriously. “In the office?” 

“Out the back,” Richie says. “Smoking like his mother. He’s a fucking steam train lately.” 

It’s like they want to worry you. You give them grateful nods, sorry nods, and start to make your way out of the main kitchen, past the dishwashers and the dessert station to one of the back doors. Carmy isn’t your responsibility. You don’t have to apologise for him, you don’t have to mother him, he should commit to his responsibilities all on his own, but… it’s hard. You like apologising for him because his behaviour isn’t always on purpose, and he struggles with commitment for similar reasons. There’s this aching, stagnated grief in him that’s reawakening, there’s the stress of the restaurant, his business, the scars of the last ten years, and before that. You know it isn’t your job to come here and make him feel better, but isn’t it? When you love someone, it’s half the deal. 

Carmy shouldn’t yell at his friends, or employees. He shouldn’t chain smoke, and he shouldn’t be sitting on the low wall by the dumpsters shaking so hard with his head so low that you can see the first notch of his spine in his shirt. 

“Carmy?” you ask. 

His head ducks further down. You can hear him breathing, not too hard as to alarm you, and yet unrelaxed. 

You smile without thinking. You hate seeing him like this, but looking after him is a pleasure. “Hey, Carmen. Can I sit with you?” 

He forces his face up. “What are you doing here?” he asks. 

Trying to make sure he doesn’t tear another chunk out of Richie. “It’s my lunch break.” 

You perch on the wall beside him and snap your nearly forgotten cookie into two pieces, one side bigger than the other, which you offer him. 

Carmy takes it. Looks at it without expression, though that slowly turns to a dry ire you’ve felt directed your way a hundred times. “What the fuck is this?” 

“Cookie.” 

“I don’t want this.” 

“Could you just eat it?” You put your own half in your mouth in its entirety, all aligned to your teeth. It shatters into sweet, soft crumbs between your teeth. You talk with a hand over your mouth, “It’s not gonna kill you.” 

Carmy looks at it for a long time before he eats it. 

You watch him. He’s more tan than you’d think, that Italian gene kicking in, skin clinging to whatever sunshine it finds. He spends enough time inside that you’re surprised it can muster the energy. He looks better with it though, his curls look gold toned under the sun, and his clenched jaw doesn’t seem so harsh. 

“What’s wrong?” you ask eventually. Almost conversationally. 

“Nothing.” His hand shakes on his thigh. He turns his palm down to clasp his knee. 

“You sure?” 

“No.” 

“That one’s my favourite.” 

“What?” 

You poke toward a tattoo on his hand. It’s a simple flower, same style as most of his tattoos. “I like it ‘cos it’s just a flower.” 

“My least pretentious,” he guesses. 

“Something like that.” 

He tips his head back. 

“Richie texted me. He thinks I’m gonna… like, I’m gonna calm you down, I guess.” 

“You always do,” he says. 

You give him a long, smiley look. “So you’re in love with me?” you ask warmly, pushing up into a knee to wrap your arm behind him, hugging him before he can move away. “You’re totally fucked for me, Berzatto, that’s fucking crazy.” 

“Fuck off,” he laughs. 

You rub his arm, his skin hot in your hold. He touches your waist very, very lightly. “What am I supposed to do, anyway? I can’t cook. You and Syd are on your own.” 

“You already… already did enough.” He grabs your waist where you wobble on the brick wall, grit biting your knees, his hand comparatively soft. 

“Such a crush on me,” you tease in a whisper, his hair crushed under your cheek. 

You’re tempted to kiss his temple, but affection with Carmy is like oil and water sometimes. You give him a last protective squeeze and sit yourself down again. 

“Carm,” you say, “you know you can call me, right? Like, if you don’t feel okay.” 

“Yeah. Yeah, I know.” 

“Or text me. If that’s easier. It’s hard to say hard things out loud.” 

He laughs again. “Sorry.” 

“I know, I don’t– I don’t seem like I know what you’re talking about, I get it, but I do understand. N’ even if I didn’t, I don’t mind listening. Or laughing at you.” 

“What’s that about?” 

“The laughing?” you ask. “You tell me.” 

His hand slides behind your back in half a hug. “Guess it’s funny.” 

“Can I change my mind about the tattoo?” 

“The flowers not your favourite?” 

“No. You know which one I like best?” 

His thumb rubs into your back. “The snail.” 

“Absolutely the snail. You’re so fucking silly sometimes, I’m supposed to take you seriously when you’re yelling and red in the face with a snail on your arm?” 

You can’t see his face with your cheek to his shoulder, won’t know that he’s smiling at you with a rare aura of peace. Can’t see the wanting, either. 

[terraswallows]

I know stereotypes are bad, but let’s be honest—every trans girl has a vibe. So tell me, which one are you?

A cute hacker girl fueled exclusively by energy drinks – You type at lightning speed, have a questionable sleep schedule, and may or may not be a digital cryptid. Bonus points if you can do eyeliner so sharp it doubles as a weapon.

A literal cat/dog (kitten/puppy also valid options) – You either radiate smug feline energy or are the human embodiment of "wagging tail, big eyes, head pats please." No in-between.

Target mom – You have opinions on scented candles, will absolutely offer to buy your friends snacks, and could run a household with military efficiency if you weren’t so busy being cute.

Three communist manifestos in a trench coat trying to add others to their cause – You own at least one tattered copy of The Communist Manifesto, believe transition should be free, and could (and would) unionize a girl’s night out.

Teenage witch – You collect shiny rocks, you’ve considered hexing a TERF, and your idea of self-care involves moon water and aggressively manifesting a hotter body.

OH NO A LITERAL GOBLIN! – You hoard shinies, giggle mischievously, and the concept of “pretty girl” and “chaotic gremlin” are one and the same to you.

A vampire with an addiction to fluffy things – Yes, you are the night. But also, you need a soft blanket, thigh-high socks, and a collection of plushies to survive.

A faerie who steals genders and scrambles eggs – You don’t just crack eggs; you turn them into omelets. Gender is yours to redistribute. Watch out, because if you so much as look at someone, they might start questioning things.

A 1950s housewife but horny and super progressive – You bake, you’re adorable, and you’re absolutely calling someone “darling” while making them question their sexuality.

Goth was never just a phase, it’s a lifestyle – Your wardrobe is mostly black, your eyeliner could kill a man, and you’ve perfected the balance between spooky and sapphic.

Goth but discovering the color brown (steampunk) – You have very strong opinions on corsets, pocket watches, and the intersection of sapphic romance and gears.

Cottagecore is my goal in life – You dream of a cozy cottage in the woods where you and your cute wife bake bread, tend to your garden, and forget what capitalism is.

I choose you, random fetish! – You didn’t mean to be this way, but here you are. Your interests are niche, intense, and probably make people blush when you explain them.

So, which one (or ones) are you? Or are you something even gayer?

[lnfours]

close to you | l.n

summary: chemical override, ultraviolet, you could be mine tonight ; or having a crush is mind boggling, soul crushing and confusing, but also so exciting at the same time.

warnings: inspired by close to you by gracie abrams, friends to lovers (bc it’s my brand), pining, all the feels, reader is childhood best friends with pietra, fluff, and some language here and there

jordans notes: hi everyone! long time no see (😅) i’m slowly getting back into writing, school has been kicking my ass. i don’t think this is my best work, but i really wanted to get something out for you guys since ive been gone so long! i promise there’s more to come than just this! i hope you all are well!! sending you all my love 🤍

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before you met him, you didn’t think about the color green too often. it was one of those colors you didn’t necessarily love or hate, it was just kind of… there.

to you, it was just one of those colors where shades of it were prettier than the actual color itself. or a color you only really liked during the fall. like how, typically, people only liked the color blue during the summer.

that was until you met him.

the boy with those big, beautiful, slightly blue but slightly green, water-colored eyes. now you love the color green. obsessed over it. thought about it every second of every day. it was crazy how a simple opinion could change in a matter of seconds, all because of those stupidly pretty eyes.

You lie awake on your back, staring at the ceiling. surely it wasn’t normal to obsess over someone this much, right? especially over someone you weren’t even sure would ever feel the same.

sure, you had crushes before, and had your fair share of falling quickly and all at once. it wasn’t an unusual feeling to you, no stranger to catching feelings rather quickly.

but this time around, everything was different. everything felt more intense, more mind-boggling and confusing and pulse rising. the feeling so foreign that sometimes you wish you had never met him so you wouldn’t have fallen so hard so sudden, but deep down you were so glad that you had.

it was the little things that made you wonder what it was like to be loved by him. the subtle glances in your direction, the gentle but lingering touches. you had thought you were going crazy, reading too much into things in the beginning. over-analyzing every little thing that made your body light up with excitement.

until pietra confirmed your suspicions.

“he’s totally into you,” she said, leaning closer to your ear as you watched him from across the room, his head tilted back, nose scrunched and eyes half shut as he laughed about something max had said, which was likely something stupid, “like, one hundred percent, down bad, into you.”

you tilted your head at the blonde, “you think so?”

she scoffed, “more like know so,”

“who told you?”

“no one has to tell me anything,” she said, “i can just tell.”

you rolled your eyes at her, “p, i’ve told you a million times, he’s not into me.”

but she was right. he was one hundred percent, undoubtedly, down. fucking. bad.

ever since the moment he met you at that stupid pub with max and his group of friends, all he wanted to do was get to know you. he didn’t want it to seem obvious when he asked max about you, but he knew no matter what he did it was going to seem obvious. just from the way he looked at you like you hung the stars in the night sky, he was no where near subtle.

he hated to admit it, but he had even done some lowkey instagram stalking through one of his private accounts. he had seen all the pictures of you and pietra, a life long friendship explained to him in front of his own eyes.

and every time his fingers would swipe through your account, all he could think about was how beautiful you were. how your eyes sparkled every time you smiled for the camera, how happy you looked when you genuinely laughed, and how he wished to be the reason behind the gorgeous sound forever.

he wasn’t trying to make it obvious tonight, not wanting to make it well known that he had his eyes on you for a while. but he had lost track at the amount of times you had caught him looking at you, and he swore he had even caught you looking at him first a handful of times.

so when everyone in the house decided that it was the end of the night and started filing through the door, he took it upon himself to make his way over to you. you were talking with pietra, a smile on your face as you giggled about something she had said. the brazilian woman’s eyes landed on him, to which she looked back at you and said something before you turned to look in his direction.

he smiled when your eyes met his, “hey, did you need a ride home?”

your heart threatened to leap out of your chest, “uhm, i was just gonna call an uber, you don’t have to-“

“no, no,” he said, shaking his head, “i insist, really. it’s not a big deal.”

how could you argue with him? those pretty green eyes, that smile, the face. you simply couldn’t. it was impossible. you couldn’t see the look pietra was giving you, but knowing her, you knew it was a look that said ‘go with him’.

and do you did, the cool, crisp autumn air in london suddenly making you wish you had brought a jacket. you had wished you planned for the nightly breeze, wishing you had opted for a long-sleeved shirt for the night instead of the spaghetti strap tank top you had chosen.

as you walked to the car that was parked down the street, he noticed you shivering. he saw the way you hugged yourself, your hair moving with the breeze. his curls danced in the wind and he knew if he was slightly cold, you were definitely freezing.

he tugged off the hoodie before passing it to you, the sound of the doors to the mclaren echoing before he turned to you.

“here,” he said, “it’s a little windy out, i know you’re probably freezing.”

your stomach did backflips as you took the soft black material from his hands, “oh, are you sure? aren’t you cold?”

he sent you a shrug, “i’ll live,”

there was no use arguing with him, so instead you sent him another smile in appreciation before tugging the sweatshirt over your head. it was already warm from hugging his body, and you couldn't help the way the smell of his cologne lingered in the soft material. you had to keep yourself from burying yourself in it, the feeling of being close to him without actually being close to him sending butterflies to your stomach.

the car ride was filled with comfortable silence, music softly playing in the background. he stole occasional looks over at your figure as you looked out the window, the neck of his hoodie pulled up to your face as you watched the street lights pass by. you looked beautiful in the dim light, he couldn’t help himself.

he thought about taking the long way to your house. a simple but effective way to be able to spend more time with you. however, the thought of you being confused and questioning his actions was enough for him to stay straight at the stop light instead of taking a right for the longer way.

he tried not to look disappointed when he reached your house, parking in front of it. he wondered if your roommates were home, if you’d tell them about the fact that he drove you home.

he turned the engine off, unclicking his seatbelt, “i’ll walk you up.”

you nodded, the both of you getting out of the car and walking through the dewy grass up to the wooden door. you fished for your keys in your purse, putting them into the lock before turning to look at him, “thanks for the ride,”

“anytime,” he smiled. he meant it. and you knew he meant it. he’d come get you at anytime of the day, wether it was early in the morning or late at night, he was always going to show up.

you stood there, eyes searching his face. he was so pretty to you, the brown curls that were slowly growing into a mullet to the sparkling eyes that you loved so much. the dimples in his cheeks that appeared whenever he smiled, the slight facial hair he had managed to grow, but your favorite part was the moles and freckles that covered his skin. the ones he had once complained about, but you loved the way they scattered his skin.

you dreamt of kissing each and every single one of them.

“hey, lando! long time no see!”

you both averted your attention, neither of you hearing the door open behind you. in the doorway stood your dark haired roommate, faith.

“hey,” he smiled softly, trying once again to not look disappointed from the way your moment was interrupted.

“we’re having drinks and watching movies if you wanted to join,” she smiled, ignoring the look you were sending her way.

“oh, uhm,” he started, not sure how to answer, “it’s getting kinda late, i dunno-“

“you can crash in y/n’s room, im sure she wouldn’t mind.”

what was that supposed to mean?

you looked over at him, “you don’t have to stay-“

“he’s been gone for weeks, he’s legally obligated,” she said, reaching from the doorway and grabbing both of your arms, “c’mon, liv is making martinis.”

you sighed heavily and he laughed softly at your protest that went unnoticed by her. your other roommate, olivia, stood in the kitchen.

“look who i found!” faith exclaimed excitedly.

“oh, hey guys! just in time,” she smiled, “it’s martini and movie friday!”

lando leaned over to you as the other two talked, “they do this every friday?”

you sighed again, nodding, “unfortunately,” you turned to your roommates, “we’re gonna head up to my room, actually,”

you led lando to the stairs, ignoring the playful teasing from the girls in the kitchen, “oooh!!”

“up to your room, huh?”

you shook your head, opening your bedroom door and letting him in before closing it, “‘m sorry for them, they’re… how do i put this?”

“a lot?” he asked, a smile playing at his lips.

“yeah, we can put it that way.”

he chuckled, sitting down on the bed as you put your things down. he looked around your bedroom, not much had changed since the last time he had been in it. the fairy lights dimly lit up the room, photos littered the walls. the desk that sat in the corner of the room kept your makeup bag and brushes, a mirror sitting in the middle.

he looked at your nightstand, a picture of you, him, max and pietra sitting on the wooden surface. it was a picture from miami, smiles on all of your faces. you stood in the middle, arm wrapped around his middle as you smiled for the camera, his trophy in the hand that wasn’t wrapped around your middle.

“i’m gonna change,” you said, “i might have a pair of your sweatpants somewhere if you wanted to change.”

he nodded, “yeah, that’d be great.”

you turned back to the dresser, opening drawers in search for the pair of sweatpants he leant you one day. the same day he picked you up from the failed date. the one that left you crying outside, swearing up and down that you’d never find love. despite it being in front of you this entire time.

finally finding the black material, you handed them to him, “i meant to give them back, but i just haven’t seen you,”

he shook his head. you could’ve kept them forever and he wouldn’t have minded one bit, “it’s alright,”

you grabbed your pajama bottoms from the foot of the bed, “be right back.”

he changed into the sweatpants while you were gone, still looking around your room. he smiled at the picture of you and your roommates, clearly taken at a party. you wore the prettiest smile he had ever seen, dressed in a black off the shoulder top. it was from the same night he realized he liked you in more than just a friendly way.

the door opening brought him back to reality, his eyes landing on your figure and how you were still wearing the black hoodie he had given you earlier. it brought a small smile to his face.

you noticed his eyes on you, looking down at the black hoodie, “i swear i’ll give it back once i wash it.”

he laughed softly, shaking his head, “it’s okay. it looks better on you anyways.”

you smiled, fighting the heat that was rising your cheeks but it was no use. he joined you on the bed, watching as you flipped through different things on netflix.

“you don’t have to stay, y’know,” you said, looking over at him, “if you have better things to do..”

“i don’t,” he said, turning his head to look your way, “in all honesty, there’s no where else i’d rather be.”

you sucked in a breath, your eyes dancing across his face once again. it was hard for you not to stare, not when he looked so pretty like this. back pressed against your headboard, hair slightly messy, and he looked so cozy. it made you want to wrap yourself around him, lay your head on his chest.

he did the same, his eyes scanning your face like he was trying to memorize every single feature, every single imperfection that he thought was still perfect. the same ones you’d argue about, but he still always found adorable.

his voice broke the comfortable silence that had fallen between the two of you, “do you ever have something to say but can’t find the words to say it?”

your furrowed your eyebrows, “like?”

he licked his lips, his attention now fixed on his hands as he fiddled with the ring on his middle finger. you never thought he’d be the type to get shy, almost embarrassed as his cheeks turned a light shade of pink.

“like, i dunno,” he mumbled, “i just.. i don’t know how to put it, but ever since the moment we met, i’ve found myself just.. thinking about you. thinking about what it’d be like to cross this weird, thin, little line we’ve drawn. if we both just said ‘fuck it’ and dove head first into whatever uncharted territory we’re tiptoeing around.”

his eyes met yours again as he let out a nervous breath. you hadn’t realized you had been holding yours, shock clearly written on your face which made him shake his head.

“never mind, it’s dumb-“

“lando,”

“- i knew i shouldn’t have listened to what max was going on about-“

you rolled your eyes as he kept blabbering away, talking nonsense. your body moving before your brain could comprehend what you were about to do, only catching up when your hands met his jaw and you were suddenly catching yourself a mere few inches from his face.

it was too late now, no going back.

you pulled his face closer to yours, his blabbering coming to a halt when you pressed your lips to his. his brain short circuited, you pulling away before he had the chance to kiss you back.

“‘m sorry,” you immediately apologized, “i don’t know why i did-“

it was his turn to cut you off now, grabbing your chin and pulling you back to his lips. his thumb traced along your jaw, his pointer finger sitting underneath your chin.

you kissed him back after a second of surprise, letting his free hand reach down to grab your hip, pulling you on top of his lap. your hands threaded through his curls, nails scratching his scalp.

when you both finally pulled away, all you could do was smile. giggles and chuckles echoing through the room as you both sat breathless, his nose bumping yours as he tucked a piece of stray hair away from your face.

“so we’re in agreement then, huh?” he asked.

“isn’t that obvious?” you smiled and he shook his head, letting out another boyish laugh.

“how long have you.. y’know, had feelings for me, i guess?”

“since the minute i saw you,” he confessed, “you were the most beautiful girl in the room, a smile that would make everyone stop and stare. it’s always been you, i’ve just been too scared to tell you.”

you smiled again, heart fluttering in your chest. all the dreams and wishes you spent with him on your mind, it was all finally paying off, “it’s always been you for me, too. i thought i had been way too obvious, but clearly i wasn’t obvious enough.”

“we were both too oblivious,” he said, moving more hair from your face, “but it’s okay, we’re here now.”

you were convinced your smile was never going to be wiped off your face, “kiss me again,”

“with pleasure,” he mumbled, lips finding yours once more as you melted into him.

[wonusite]

The Thing About Pretty Boys

❝ You’re convinced that pretty boy Seonghwa could never fuck anyone stupid. He decides to prove you wrong. ❞

PAIRING: park seonghwa x female reader

GENRE: friends to lovers au, smut

WORD COUNT: 4k

WARNINGS: pwp, repressed feelings, overuse of the word pretty (sorry not sorry), seonghwa is HUNG, cock drunk!reader, pussy drunk!seonghwa, mentions of anal, oral sex (f receiving), unprotected sex, multiple creampies, backshots, squirting, dumbification, possessiveness, breeding kink, overstimulation

A/N: this has been long overdue, and i hope you guys like it! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!

“There’s no way.”

Your incredulous snort makes Seonghwa pause. He whips his head in your direction, pretty frown pulling down the corners of his mouth. You keep laughing, keeling over until your loose nightshirt starts to hang off one of your shoulders. The way you’re falling over like he said something hilarious is starting to irritate him. Like really fucking bad.

When you finally stop laughing, you notice the deep scowl your friend is directing at you. Even as he's directing a scornful glare at you, he looks unfairly pretty. The thought makes you huff out one last weak laugh. “What? Don’t give me that look.”

His jaw flexes, tongue poking the inside of his cheek. “You believed fucking Mingi when he said the same thing.”

Your nonchalant shrug makes Seonghwa’s eye twitch in annoyance. He’s not offended, not exactly. It’s just the slightest bit irritating that he’s literally in your room, on your bed, alone, and you still can’t think of him in a way he desperately wants you to.

“Because it’s obvious that Mingi knows what he’s doing. Like, you can tell he’s a beast in bed.”

“And what makes you think I’m not?”

It’s weird that he’s so insistent on getting you to believe him. Seonghwa usually doesn’t care about what anyone thinks since he claims to know himself the best, so other people’s opinions don’t really matter. Apparently, he isn’t too different from all the other guys you’ve met. It’s kind of cute.

“I just— Who cares?” You splutter, suddenly feeling flustered with how he’s staring at you so intently.

“Tell me why.”

You nearly recoil in shock at how assertive and dominant Seonghwa sounds. His tone and hard eyes makes something inside you flutter with desire. Taken aback by your own indecent reaction, you clear your throat and avert your eyes back to the paused sex scene out of a movie you can't remember the name of.

If you could go back in time and pick a different movie that hadn’t started this entire thing, you would.

“Fine.” You sigh, willing yourself to calm down. “I just think that most pretty boys aren’t able to fuck anyone stupid. That’s all—it’s nothing personal.”

Oh, but it is.

To Seonghwa, who had pictured you writhing and screaming from pleasure under him way too many times to be considered normal, it’s definitely personal.

“I could fuck you stupid.”

His words hang in the air heavily. You expect him to give you that pretty, nonchalant smile of his and tell you that he’s joking. But he doesn’t. In fact, Seonghwa is looking at you with an unmistakable heat and determination in his gaze that has you feeling like prey.

“Whatever.” You force yourself to choke out a laugh, mind already wandering to what it would be like to fuck such a pretty man.

Seonghwa seems unfazed by your dismissal. He stands up from your bed before kneeling at the edge in front of where you’re sitting. You let out a shocked yelp when he grabs your bare legs and yanks you toward him. His eyes are dark as he gazes up at you like he’s going to devour you.

The heat coming from his hands and just having him nestled between your legs makes your cunt throb. It’s embarrassing how fast you’re getting turned on, but you blame it on the fact that it has everything to do that Seonghwa is just so damn pretty.

“H-Hwa.” You actually fucking whimper, sounding completely needy.

“Gonna let me prove it?” He smirks, hands gently caressing your thighs that are unconsciously spreading for him.

“Fine.” You try to sound like you aren’t already soaking, horny mess. “You have to hurry, though. Sannie’s gonna be back soon.”

Seonghwa nearly growls at the mention of your clingy roommate. He trails his hands up the soft skin of your thighs and grips the edges on your panties. You let out a scandalized gasp when he literally rips them off of you. He throws them over his shoulder before flipping up your oversized shirt and exposing your hot cunt to the air.

His groan makes you clench around nothing. Before you can say anything, Seonghwa yanks you forward and smashes his face into your wet pussy. Any and all coherent thoughts are quickly ejected from your mind. You let out a small moan when you feel your friend’s tongue split through your folds, tasting you for the first time.

“Fuck.” Seonghwa moans into your cunt. “I knew you would taste good.”

His words make your brain turn into literal mush because what the fuck? Had he been thinking about what it would be like to eat you out? The mere thought has more juices spilling out of you. Your body’s reaction only spurs Seonghwa on, his hands gripping your thighs tighter and pulling you further on his mouth.

You toss your head back with a moan. All you can feel is his tongue plunging deep inside you. Every time his nose bumps against your throbbing clit, it sends jolt of pleasure up your spine.

“S-Shit, Hwa.” You whimper, hands falling to his messy hair.

Seonghwa smirks into your pussy when you start to tug on his hair. He hums against your leaking hole before latching onto your swollen nub and suckling on it with a lewd slurping sound. Your cries of pleasure sound like music to his ears, and it makes him more determined to have you begging and crying for his cock. Seonghwa is sure your moans would sound even prettier when he’s actually splitting you open with his dick.

“So good.” You mewl as he keeps sucking on your aching bud. “K-Keep doing that.”

Seonghwa starts to plant sloppy kisses on your glistening folds before dragging his tongue up your slit. He repeats the action a few times before he sucks your puffy clit back into his mouth. The sight of your face twisting in pleasure is a sight he’ll never forget. To see the object of his fantasies writhing and shaking from pleasure has his cock straining in his pants, eager to be stuffed into your cunt.

You start to grind your pussy into his face as he keeps licking and fucking you with his tongue. His ravenous movements are like that of a starved man, and soon you feel your abdomen tighten with the need to release.

“I-I think I’m gonna come.” You moan, surprised that he managed to get you so close to an orgasm in such a short amount of time.

Seonghwa groans into your sopping cunt. “Do it, baby. Come all over my tongue. Let me taste you.”

You gasp out his name as a wave of pleasure suddenly washes over you. The tight coil in your stomach snaps as your walls become impossibly tight. Your moan is loud and wanton as you squirt all over your friend’s face.

Seonghwa’s moan sounds animalistic as he presses his tongue flat against your entrance, collecting all your sweet juices and slurping you dry. He’s practically making out with your pussy until there’s none of your addicting cream left to lap up.

“Mhm, baby. You taste so fucking good.”

You’re a trembling mess as he plants gentle kisses on your inner thighs before standing up, your juices covering his chin. The sight of you all fucked out because of him, makes the desire in his gut get more intense.

“Sorry.” You huff out, mind a bit more clear when you see him licking his lips. “I-I’ve– that usually doesn’t happen.”

To be exact, it’s never happened.

“I’ll forgive you.” He sounds sweet as he starts to unbuckle his belt. Seonghwa pulls his shirt off before pulling his pants down until he’s left in only his underwear, impressive bulge standing out. “But only if you do it again—on my cock this time.”

You can’t be mad that he looks so smug because he’s just so fucking pretty. He becomes even more attractive after sliding his underwear off and letting his big cock slap against his lower abdomen. The large organ is intimidatingly long and thick as it throbs and leaks with precum. Your mouth waters, and you can’t be surprised that his cock is a pretty as he is.

Unfortunately, you don’t get to admire it for too long because Seonghwa grabs you and flips you around. You’re propped up on your elbows and knees to support your weight, large shirt bunching at your waist as he arches your back to the angle he wants.

Seonghwa licks his lips as he squeezes and caresses your ass, leaking cock throbbing at the pretty sight of you all ready to get fucked. This is way better than any of his fantasies, and he hopes that this is only the first time of many.

“Such a pretty ass. Maybe you’ll let me fuck it next time.” His sultry voice has you dripping in desperation. “But for now, let’s see how much you can handle, baby.”

A needy, pathetic mewl tumbles out of you as Seonghwa presses his oozing tip against your entrance. He rubs and taps it against your folds, enjoying how you’re desperately rutting your hips back. Just minutes ago you were adamant that he wasn’t capable of getting this sort of reaction.

Your mouth drops open in pleasure when he slowly eases his cock into you. “O-Oh, fuck.” Your moan is weak as your eyes slowly close.

Seonghwa looks down to where his fat cock is pushing into your tightness, stretching you wider than ever before and claiming your pretty cunt as his. The sight is mesmerising, and he can’t stop the deep moan he lets out from it. His cock throbs wildly as he finally bottoms out. You’re so hot and tight that he might actually blow his load before he even gets the chance to fuck you properly.

His cock is hitting your deepest spot, and you let out a wanton moan as you tightly grip your sheets. “Fuck me!”

A carnal desire takes over Seonghwa when he hears your needy cry. He’s never been able to deny you anything, and he doesn’t plan to start now. Immediately, he begins to pummel in and out of you, fucking your sopping cunt roughly. Obscene noises fill the room as his pelvis slams against your ass.

Seonghwa can’t take his eyes off your pretty little pussy and how it swallows his cock so perfectly. His heavy balls are being stained with your arousal as they slap against your puffy clit. He becomes more ravenous with every rough thrust.

“You’re already soaking my cock, baby. I fucking knew you wouldn’t be able to get enough.” He grunts as he grabs your hips, quickly growing obsessed with how you feel around him.

It's true, and you can't deny it. Not that you want to. His cock is stretching you out so good that you can’t think straight.

“So fucking good.” You mewl as you deepen your arch so he can fuck you deeper.

One of Seonghwa’s hands trails down your body to squeeze your ass while the other goes around your waist to rub your sensitive clit. He pounds into you harder, loving the cries and whimpers you’re letting out every time he fucks his cock into your juicy cunt. You’re throwing yourself back on him to meet his thrusts, loving how his big cock splits you open with every snap of his hips.

“Gonna ruin this sweet little pussy so only I fit.” Seonghwa growls, spanking your ass harshly.

His words make you clench on his cock and coat it with more of your cream. You whine and cry out for him, already feeling any thoughts that aren’t about his big dick being fucked out of you. His hips start to snap with a rough precision you claimed he wasn’t capable of, and you wonder how longer it’ll take him to realize that he already proved you wrong.

Seonghwa feels your cunt start to tighten around his cock like it doesn’t want to let go. With the way you’re starting to tremble, he can tell you’re close to falling apart. But he wants to see your face when you do. It’s the thing he’s wanted the most since he met you.

You cry out in protest when Seonghwa abruptly pulls out his hard cock of your pussy. Before you can beg him to put it back in, he’s flipping you on your back. He gently caresses your shaking thighs with a heated gaze. Then, he’s removing the big shirt you have on, dark eyes taking in every inch of your exposed body.

“Hwa.” You plead through a needy mewl. “Don’t tease.”

The look on your face makes his cock throb painfully. You look absolutely fucked out, and to think he hasn’t even made you come yet. Seonghwa licks his lips and teases your soaking entrance with his leaking tip. His smirk is deviant, but so hot that all you can do is buck your hips desperately. Unlike your initial thoughts, your friend doesn’t make you wait.

It’s satisfying how Seonghwa’s jaw snaps open as he watches your pretty pussy slowly get filled with his thick cock. The erotic sight drives him to start fucking into you again. He lets out a deep groan when he sees your cream coat his entire length as you squeeze him tighter than anyone ever has.

Pleasure consumes you and licks up your entire body as Seonghwa pounds his cock into your hot cunt. Your moans turn into loud cries that mix into the lewd squelching coming from where you two are connected when he presses your legs to your chest. The new position allows him to fuck into you deeper than before.

All coherent thoughts are slowly dissipating every time his cock pounds against your sweet spot. A carnal desire takes over and has you begging for more through broken whimpers. “Fuh-Fuck. Fill me up, Hwa.”

The moan Seonghwa lets out is as pretty as he is. Your wanton pleas trigger something primal inside of him, and he feels himself going feral at the thought of breeding you.

“You want my cum, baby?” He coos sweetly, heavy balls slapping against your ass in sync with your wanton moans.

It’s embarrassing how fast you nod, back arching as you feel a wave of pleasure start to consume you. His cock is throbbing inside you, and all you can think about is milking him for all that he’s worth. “Want it so bad!”

“Fuck.” Seonghwa sucks in a sharp breath. “Pretty little pussy’s so tight for me.”

Your filthy moans are quickly stifled when Seonghwa bends down to kiss you. His movements are passionate and desperate, teeth tugging at your bottom lips. It feels like your brain has turned into static with all the euphoric sensations consuming you. All you can focus on is his cock splitting you open and the sounds of your skin slapping against his.

When Seonghwa pulls back, he maintains eye contact. As you stare into his eyes, you can see that they’re filled with an emotion that goes beyond lust and arousal. It makes your heart pound for an entirely different reason. His gentle stare is a great contrast to the rough snap of his hips.

That affectionate look is all it takes for you to squirt all over your friend once again. Your cry is loud as you cover his abdomen with your orgasm.

“Fuck, that’s it, baby. Make a mess all over me.” Seonghwa moans as he watches you go dumb on his cock.

The sight of your pretty face slack with pleasure has him fucking into your cervix savagely. Your cunt is gripping his cock so tightly that it doesn’t take long for him to release his thick load inside you. His thrusts grow sloppy as he starts to fill you with ropes of cum. Your soppy cunt is overflowing with so much of his seed that it bubbles around the base of his cock and leaks down to your ass—a filthy sight Seonghwa will never forget.

You’re both panting as he slowly lets go of your legs. Seonghwa watches you carefully, but doesn’t make a move to pull out of you. He wants to keep you plugged and full of his cum, and by how you slowly wrap your legs around his waist, it seems like you feel the same way.

When you come back to your senses, you nervously lick your lips when you see Seonghwa’s smirk. “What?”

“You’re a squirter?” His words sound teasing.

“N-No.” You pant out, unsure of how to tell him he’s the only one capable of evoking such a reaction from your body.

Apparently, your friend only sees this as another one of your challenges. He caresses your soft thighs as a challenging look crosses his face.

“Do it again.”

Seonghwa starts to move again, his aching cock sliding against your walls with ease as he fucks his cum deeper inside you. He unhooks your legs from his waist so he can place them on his shoulders. From this angle he can see your filthy cunt being split open on his thick cock.

“I can’t.” You manage to moan out, loving how his dick drags against your velvety walls with precision. “God, Hwa. I-It’s too much.”

“You say that, but your pretty little pussy keeps squeezing my cock like it doesn’t want to let go.” He says as his thumb starts to rub slow circles on your throbbing clit. “I’m sure you can squirt for me again if I give you another load, hm?”

Seonghwa’s smirk is cocky when he feels your cunt tighten around him again. He loves how you don’t deny it. In fact, you whine out a quiet more as he continues to fuck you. His thumb is still stimulating your puffy bud as his hips snap into you. Clearly, your friend is enjoying fucking you to the point of delirium. You can’t complain because you’re enjoying it just as much.

“Tight little cunt was made to take my cock.” He grunts as his eyes start to roll to the back of his head.

You can’t fathom how it feels like he knows your body more than you do. His cock keeps ramming against your g-spot, and all you can do is let out moans and mewls of pleasure. You’re sure it won’t be long until you come again.

A ring of white cream surrounds the base of his cock and slowly drips down his balls and on to the sheets. Seonghwa knows you won’t ever be able to forget how good he’s fucked you, and he also knows that he’s potentially ruined you for any other man. Not that he would let you go after feeling your pussy.

“God, baby. Your sweet pussy’s already gonna make me come again.” Seonghwa groans, thrusts becoming tougher and sharper. “Gonna let me come inside again?”

“Yes!” You squeal, already gone dumb again. “Come inside me!”

The overstimulation has lewd and filthy sounds coming out of you, but you can’t help it. Especially not when you look down and see how his big cock is piercing into your tight cunt. You gasp and jolt as he continues to ram into you like you’re nothing more than a hole. Your legs start to tremble as your third orgasm abruptly hits you.

Like the two previous times, your toes curl as you uncontrollably squirt on his cock.

“Such a good girl.” Seonghwa praises you with his pretty smile. “Here’s your reward.”

He slams into you a few more time before he spills his thick seed inside you, filling you to the brim. Your eyes roll back as your pussy contracts around Seonghwa’s pulsing cock. The feeling of his hot cum filling your insides is so fucking good that all you can do is mewl his name weakly and pathetically. It feels like your mind is clouded with a euphoric haze preventing you from thinking straight.

Soon, Seonghwa pulls out of your creamy cunt, his cum dripping out of you and staining the sheets beneath you. His eyes darken at the sight of your sensitive folds covered with his seed. A low growl builds in his chest as he swoops down to smash his lips on to yours. You moan into his mouth as he parts your lips with his tongue to deepen the kiss.

When he pulls away from you, he gives you another lascivious smirk. “We’re not done yet, baby.”

It shouldn’t excite you this much that he’s not done. You’re literally dripping with his cum, but you still want more. His hard, throbbing cock is resting against your sloppy pussy, and you start to gyrate your hips to get him to fuck you again. Maybe you’re already addicted, but it doesn’t matter because Seonghwa seems to feel the exact same way.

A quiet moan rips from your throat when he starts to fuck his cock between your messy lips. You cry out from the sensation, still sensitive from the other orgasms he’s ripped out of you. Slowly and teasingly, Seonghwa drags the tip of his fat cock down to your entrance, moaning when more of his cum seeps out of you. The sight is something he’ll never forget and always try to recreate.

The noises you let out are so cute and needy that they make his cock throb painfully. Seonghwa slowly eases into you for a third time, base of his heavy cock touching your core and big balls resting against your ass. Your pussy is pulsing around him as you leak with your mixed releases.

You can feel Seonghwa’s cock so deep inside you that it’s dizzying and almost comparible to being drunk. Vaguely, you think this is what it must be like to be cockdrunk.

“So fucking pretty. All for me.” Seonghwa groans hotly.

The breath is almost knocked out of you as he drags his dick back before ramming it back into the depths of your wet pussy. He begins to pound into you, the sound of skin on skin quickly filling the room.

Seonghwa stares down at your pretty face while he fucks you into oblivion, making sure to memorize every aspect. From the way your eyes roll into your skull when he spears his big cock into you to how your jaw falls slack so quickly. It’s all for him, and he knows he wouldn’t trade it for anything else in the world.

“S-Seonghwa!” You squeal, toes curling and limbs starting to tremble.

The familiar sensation gets worse as your friend continues to fuck into your guts, stroking your walls with his thick cock. He’s slamming into your sweet spot with a savage like pace that you know it won’t be long before you fall apart again.

“That’s it, baby. Cream all over my cock.” Seonghwa groans as you mewl at his filthy words.

As if his voice and words are a trigger, your body starts to react. His harsh thrusts make you start to convulse, effectively soaking his cock. As if it’s all you’re capable of giving him, you weakly come on his aching dick with a choked moan. Your tits are bouncing with every thrust, body twitching as Seonghwa roughly fucks you through your orgasm.

“Want your cum.” You mewl, and Seonghwa simply begins to fuck you quicker.

“Don’t worry, baby. I’m gonna pump you full until you’re leaking with my cum for days.” Seonghwa promises through possessive growls as he sloppily fucks into your soiled cunt.

Seonghwa suddenly stills deep inside your pussy, spilling his hot seed inside of you. Thick, white ropes of cum paint your walls until it leaves his cock dripping. He nearly slumps on top of you, but then he rolls over and onto his back, taking you with him. His cock stays inside you, keeping you plugged with his many loads.

“How are you feeling?” The soft voice you recognize is back as Seonghwa gently caresses your naked back.

You sigh into his neck, feeling completely sated. “Full.”

His pretty laugh makes you smile, and you can’t help but think that Mingi was right when he told you that thing about pretty boys.

[telephoniii]

what app do you use for your smaus cause i canNOT find a good one

okay… this was supposed to be a quick and easy answer.

i use social maker. i’ve had it since 2020. it’s my personal favorite smau app and a highly recommend it. it’s pretty easy to use and you’ve got a lot of options on what you can do with it.

but, i was trying to get screenshots of it in the app store to show what app it was and…low and behold it got banned??

only people who have had the app downloaded before can use it unfortunately 😭

i feel bad leaving you hanging like that, so! i went on a trip to find an easy to use, nice-looking smau app!

and i decided to make it into a kind of smau post at the same time!

so you can enjoy some TWST silliness with the first years while I rank these apps :>

SILLY TEXTS WITH THE FIRST YEARS (while I rank SMAU apps)

First Years NRC boys x GN!Reader SMAU

Warnings: mention of political figures in Faker 2, Reader is Prefect, suggestive humor, possible OOC

A/N: this shows how much I love to yap. I did this to procrastinate but it was pretty fun! How did I turn my response to this anon from a single paragraph to a whole multi-section post? I have no clue. My brain works in weird ways. I hope you enjoy :>

SOCIAL MAKER (what I use)

I use this app for a reason! It’s so easy to use and it gives you 20 max messages. Personally, I really enjoy the look of the app and messages too. Unfortunately though, if you didn’t have this app downloaded before it got taken down, you can’t use it. At least on IOS. I don’t really know the situation for Android 💀

5/5 stars!! ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

SOCIAL DUMMY

This is another app that you had to have downloaded before it got taken down to use it. I think it’s a really good SMAU app! Especially if you wanna do stuff outside of messages!! (twitter, instagram, youtube, etc.) The messaging system runs pretty smoothly, the only thing is that the max amount of messages is very short.

4/5 stars! ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

CHAT STORY MAKER

This app is a bit outdated in my opinion. It’s kinda hard to use since you can’t exit out of the keyboard and get a clean picture of your messages. Also, when you close the app it doesn’t save ANY of your things. (That caused me a lot of trouble making this actually 😭). You can also only make two characters. However, it has good customization!! It has a very cute look and you can change the background + text colors. It’s also really easy to switch between characters which is always nice.

3/5 stars! ⭐️⭐️⭐️

TYPE STORY

This is the app that Social Maker actually made after their OG app was taken down! It’s, unfortunately, not super great in my opinion. I got really confused when I tried using it, even with a tutorial. Once you get the hang of it, it’s alright. The app just feels overly complicated. However, if you want to make SMAUs mainly with big group chats then this app might be pretty good for you!

3/5 stars! ⭐️⭐️⭐️

FAKER 2

By far the worse app among them all. It just reeks of money-greedy creators. An add plays after almost every action you do. (From customizing characters to sending messages, an add always plays) It was also quite confusing to use and you’re limited to three characters. There isn’t much you can customize either and it has a 5 message max. Also, it made me a bit uncomfortable because the three default profiles you have to edit to change into the characters you want included Trump and Elon… Yeah 💀. Not to mention that a lot of the adds were filled with AI videos that were just uncanny valley. Back on topic! The app locks a lot of features behind a paywall that doesn’t even seem worth it. I wouldn’t recommend it.

1/5 stars. ⭐️

TEXTING STORY

In terms of making SMAUs on tumblr, I wouldn’t recommend it. But, if you were interested in making texting story videos and/or publishing them on YouTube, this would be a good option! There’s a lot of opportunities for videos as it can automatically give you a video of you typing both sides. The typing sound is also pretty satisfying to me! Unfortunately, it’s not the best for tumblr SMAUs. There isn’t really any customization— you can’t even add a profile picture.

3/5 stars! ⭐️⭐️⭐️

TEXT STORY MAKER

Okay, I did legitimately save the best for last. This app is pretty great. It’s easy to catch onto and gives you A LOT of customizable options: background, text color, group chat cover, etc. Also, there’s an option for it to automatically take screenshots of the text which is just so convenient?? But there is a pretty big downside. You can only make two characters. That really sucks.

I think that if you want to make 1 on 1 SMAUs similar to mine, this would be a good app to use. It’s gonna be annoying having to remake the profiles and what not, but I think the pros out weight the cons.

4/5 stars ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

[milkoomi]

finding & knowing your worth. ᥫ᭡

i wanted to take some time and talk about self-worth. this is something that was extremely difficult for me to find and realize for myself, but as i look back on my life and reflect on my growth, i’ve found myself truly knowing my own worth. of course, i still have those days that are more difficult than others, but i’ve been able to quickly pick myself back up. why? because i know my worth. i want to share a few things that have helped me realize that for myself, so i hope this post is able to enlighten you. ㅤ♡

let’s begin …

୨ৎ — lose interest in outsider opinions

in simpler terms: stop caring. i kept asking myself, “why do i care so much about what others are thinking of me?” and then i came across a couple quotes where one said, “if you wouldn’t trust their advice, why would you take their criticism?” and the other said, “i would never want to trade lives with someone who hates me.” those two quotes really stuck with me because it reminded me that those people who didn’t have a good opinion of me were the same people i needed to stop caring about.

so what if someone didn’t like me? that person is either no longer a part of my life (for good reason) or they don’t know me in the ways that my loved ones or my own self do, so why should what they have to say or think about me matter?

i knew myself better than anyone, so whatever anyone had to say about me shouldn’t have bothered me, and i let it stop bothering me. i also realized that as my day goes on and i find myself not thinking about what someone said, i tell myself that it wasn’t even worth a single thought in the first place because, clearly, it doesn’t bother me anymore!

if it won’t matter to you in 5 years, don’t continue to give it any more of a meaning.

୨ৎ — stop seeking validation

to piggyback off of my previous point, seeking outside validation is 1. not worth your time and 2. pointless. other people should never be the ones who define your worth. you have to seek validation from yourself. nobody else has a right to tell you whether or not you’re worthy.

i was always looking for validation from others, and it made my own journey to finding myself even more difficult. there were so many different opinions about me that i kept hearing, and it made me feel lost. it felt like i was getting further and further from truly discovering myself and feeling like i was worth something.

i had to pretty much force myself to seek validation within myself rather than from anyone else. it was hard, but the longer i kept searching for some kind of worth to others the more miserable and empty i felt.

୨ৎ — self reflection

time to bring out that journal, babe. we’re going to write about ourselves.

no, seriously, take some time to reflect on yourself. look within yourself and understand yourself a bit more. getting to know yourself and taking the time to focus on yourself can help you figure some things out and even bring you one step closer to truly knowing your worth.

prompts for reflection:

what are 3 characteristics about your personality do you like about yourself? why?

what are your strengths? how do those things about you make you a better person?

what’s your favorite thing(s) about you? how would they compare to what a loved one would say about you?

what are the things that weigh you down? what can you do to lift that weight off your shoulders?

how have you changed within the last 3 years? what about you has changed that you’re really proud of?

self reflection has helped me grow so much. i’ve learned so many new things about myself and it’s helped appreciate myself way more. you’ll be surprised at all the things you find about yourself, and guess what? one of those things will be your own worth.

୨ৎ — surround yourself with positivity

the people who you surround yourself with will play a huge role in how you feel about yourself. i spent too many years surrounded by people who made me feel like i was never enough, and i continued to keep the same kind of people around. i was sick of it. i was tired of being mistreated and feeling betrayed. those people made me feel miserable and they only ever brought me down rather than lifted me up.

even the media i consumed didn’t help me. i was always so focused on comparing myself to those instagram models and tiktok girls who looked nothing like me, and it made me feel worse about myself. even watching videos or shows that brought me down made my esteem drop too.

it’s important to surround yourself with people and media that make you feel good, that lift you up, and that help you feel confident because that kind of good treatment is what you deserve! you shouldn’t have to submit yourself to negativity, it only makes you feel worse and it’ll continue to get worse the longer you keep those things and people around.

now that i have people in my life that make me feel genuinely loved and cared for, i feel like i can offer that same energy those people give me to myself! it really makes a huge difference who your close circle consists of, so make sure those people are people who are genuinely and unconditionally there for you.

୨ৎ — final notes

if you do need a reminder: you are worthy, and you always have been! finding and knowing your own worth is no easy feat, but the journey you’ll go on to discover it and implement it into your life will be so extremely worth it. i promise!

you will always be more than enough, and i hope you can continue to remind yourself of that. treat yourself with genuine love and kindness, and don’t ever take yourself for granted. you have achieved so much and you have so many things to offer in life. you may not see it now, but once you do, you’ll see just how beautiful and bright your own light is.

with lots of love, faustina 🌷

[stevieschrodinger]

“I’m just saying it’s manipulative.”

“Manipulative? Eddie you can’t be serious.”

“I am, now, where’s the dish? It’s got to be around here somewhere.”

“Maybe in this box, clearly labelled ‘kitchen’?” Dustin snarks, “and I don’t see how you can say behaving in a way that’s been dictated by your very biology is...manipulative. That’s not fair, man.”

Eddie digs in the box, bringing out the baking dish he wants, and then heads back into the kitchen, swerving around clutter and open boxes as he goes, “yeah, I get that a lot of Omega act the way they do because of what they are, alright. I get that, I do. But all this...kind of, 'oh my oh my, can’t the big Alpha come and save me...I just need looking after and...and protecting'. And I get that it works, a lot of Alphas eat that shit right up, I’m just not one of them.” Eddie bangs around in the kitchen fixing Wayne’s famous corned beef hash casserole, “it’s just not for me, you know? I don’t want someone who’s just going to do as they’re told and roll over on everything, I want someone who is equal, not someone who wants looking after all the time. I will not be loosing my head over any Omega, no matter how pretty they are.”

“So you...wouldn’t look after your Omega?” Dustin squints at him.

“Firstly, not happening, not ever, I’m sticking to Beta’s and that is final...but, I mean, yeah, of course I’d look after my partner, but I’d do that for anyone. I don’t want this hormone driven need to...to I don’t know. It’s just not for me Henderson, okay? Now help me with the books.”

Dustin whines, “but there’s like, fifty million of them...and I still don’t agree that it’s manipulative. They’re just...playing to their strengths, or whatever.”

“Right, so an Omega bats their eyelashes and every Alpha in sniffing distance is falling over themselves to do whatever the Omega wants, and that’s not manipulative?”

“Welllll…no, especially since it only works because of the Alphas in the first place, if it’s anyone fault, it’s the Alphas, right?”

“Fucking...just shut up Henderson.”

Eddie’s just put their plates on the table when there’s a knock at the door, “I’m not waiting,” Dustin sits down and starts shoveling, and Eddie mutters curses all the way to the door, he’s absolutely starving-

“Hi, I am so sorry,” it’s an Omega. A ridiculously pretty one. A very, very pregnant one. “I’m from next door,” the very very pretty Omega is on tip toes, trying to look over Eddie’s shoulder. He’s clutching a plate to his chest, “I know you’ve just moved in and, again, I am so so sorry about this, but is there any chance I could try what you’re cooking? Please?”

He smells so good. Even better than a regular Omega; Eddie’s sure it’s because he’s pupped, probably some biological bullshit about protecting pups and whatever. But still, he’s...he’s cute, standing there with his plate, sniffing after Eddie’s cooking.

“I could smell it in the hall. It could just be the tiniest bit, but I just would really like to try it, I’m so sorry for interrupting your dinner but-”

“Hey, it’s okay,” Eddie says, taking the guys plate, “just hang there a second.” Eddie goes and...well, if he fills the plate of what was going to be tomorrows dinner, no one needs to know. Eddie might have opinions on gender, but he’s not a dick. The guy is very pregnant, plus he was being super polite about it. He even brought his own plate.

It’s another human being, pregnant and hungry; Eddie would do the same to help anyone out. This is absolutely nothing to do with the guy being the prettiest Omega Eddie’s ever seen in real life.

Eddie delivers the plate back, “oh my goodness,” oh okay, that’s adorable. Eddie’s pretty sure he’s never heard anyone say ‘oh my goodness’ in real life, like, ever. “Thank you so so much, is there anything I can do? I can contribute to the ingredients or-” and that’s when Eddie figures that not only is the guy very pretty, he’s actually a reasonable human being too, lots of people wouldn’t have even thought about that sort of thing.

“No, we’re good just, ah, let me know what you think.”

“I will, I will,” the guy is saying as he turns to leave, carefully carrying his laden plate. He’s big enough that he’s kind of waddling, and Eddie watches him long enough to see him go into the next apartment along the hall.

Eddie shuts the door, turning back to find Dustin watching him, both eyebrows raised, a very accusatory look on his face, “oh shut the fuck up.”

“Just let me know what you think,” Dustin mimics back, like a little bitch.

Part Two

[maxlarens]

OP: well, that isn't fucking relevant

pairing(s): oscar piastri x mercedes driver!reader

summary: someone tries to threaten your job, oscar has some choice words for him. (OR: the trials and tribulations of being a woman in a male dominated sport)

word count: 2.7k+

an: i kinda hate the white knight trope but i still wrote this lol, it scratches an itch and i think driver!reader did a sufficient amount of defending of herself beforehand. anyway, this is a one shot that's kind of connected to my smau series just a girl. enjoy!!!!! [also standard disclaimer: this does not reflect the opinions of any real life people/companies/organisations/etc. it is fiction. thank you]

You’re no stranger to sexism in Formula racing— you knew going into this that you’d have to deal with thinly veiled remarks about your gender and purposefully obtuse questions from reporters who think they know more than you about the sport you’ve dedicated your life to. You had to deal with it when you were karting, you had to deal with it during your stint in F2, and you have to deal with it now.

The fact of the matter is that some people do not think you belong here, and therefore are entirely unable to integrate the reality that you are very much here to stay, into their worldview. You’re lucky to have somehow earned Lewis’ loyalty, which had brought the Mercedes contract and the support of Toto simultaneously. Mercedes-AMG aren’t making leaps and bounds into the world of feminism, but you’re grateful for the seat regardless. You’re here and not going anywhere if you can help it.

You try your best to stay off the bad parts of social media, so as not to be subjected to the barrage of hate comments and death threats directed your way. You’re tough— but no one’s that tough. It’s fine for the most part. You focus on the racing, how the car feels, your performance and improving it weekend after weekend. You try at least. You’d love to leave your gender entirely out of the mix, you don’t think it’s relevant frankly. But unfortunately, the reporters do. (And so do some choice individuals working on the grid, who just can’t seem to keep their big fucking mouths shut about you.)

It’s disappointing, sure— but not surprising to sit down at a press conference and get a smattering of questions about your rumoured relationships and extracurricular activities when every other driver gets fifty questions practically thrown at them about their performance, or FIA regulations, or the track conditions. The part that bothers you the most is honestly just the lack of interest. It’s like they don’t think anything you have to say about the sport is valuable so they just don’t ask you the same questions they bother to ask the men. That probably is the actual case too.

So— y’know— you’re not that shocked when a reporter from some sports blog you’ve never heard of straight out asks if you “expect to be switched out with another female driver next year?”

The room goes dead fucking silent in a way that you do actually find satisfying. It’s good to know that most of the reporters in the room do know a tactless question when they hear one, or at least that you inspire enough fear in people that they’re waiting with bated breath to hear your response. Next to you, Oscar tenses, you can feel it where your thighs are touching. You can imagine his face right now without looking, that pinched micro-grimace he does. The barest hint of a crease in the bridge of his nose as he tries not to scowl. You want to put your hand on his knee and squeeze it in thanks.

You don’t. Instead, you frown and cock your head to the side, meeting the eyes of the reporter across the room.

Slowly, measuredly, you repeat, “I’m sorry, do I expect to be replaced with another female driver next year? Is that what you said?”

He nods, bringing the microphone closer to his mouth as if you really couldn’t hear him the first time, “Yes, yeah. That is what I asked.”

You hum, pursing your lips as if you’re sincerely considering his question. You can see a few people in the crowd who are cringing already, some of them have been on the receiving end of your tendency to play with your food before you eat it. Your ego feels pretty good about that.

“Why would Mercedes want to replace me?” you ask in your most polite voice, feigning real curiosity to this man who you doubt has done any research at all on you.

“Um,” he errs, some of his former unflappable confidence leeching out of his tone, “Well, to give more women a chance in Formula One—”

You start to speak over him, done with entertaining his ignorance. You bite, “—there are other teams for that, actually. I don’t think it’s presumptuous to say that I’ve earned my seat at Mercedes, or that I’ve proven that I belong here so far this season. In which, I have not qualified or placed below a P7. And I certainly don’t think it’s fair of you to ask if I am going to voluntarily give up my hard-earned seat to another person because you think I am here because of some women’s inclusion effort by Mercedes. And, okay, who knows, maybe I am. But I am not giving up this seat without a fight, nor do I imagine that Mercedes are in a rush to find someone to replace me right now. You’ll have to ask someone to confirm that though.”

You wind down after that, punctuating your point with a firm nod; some of the fight and the fury seeping out as you start to reckon with the potential consequences of your outburst. Mercedes’ PR rep will have something to say surely, you’re just hoping you haven’t crossed some kind of uncrossable line. Another part of you doesn’t quite care as you watch the reporter gape like a fish out of water, feeling rather satisfied that you’d put him in his place.

Eventually, the room recovers and moves on from you. Checo is getting asked his opinion on tyres while you share a furtive glance with Oscar. He smiles approvingly, mouth closed and the apples of his cheeks pushed up into his eyes. You feel the urge to touch his knee again but resist, instead smiling back as covertly as you possibly can. A warm feeling spreads in your chest and you almost forget about the reporter and his stupid question in favour of watching Oscar’s slow-burn smile.

Mercedes is fine with it, it turns out. Apparently, you’re doing the heavy lifting for them in the feminism department and all they have to do is have Toto or someone come out and say a few words in agreement. It suits them fine, they don’t need to take any hard stances and you get the blame if anything goes horribly wrong. That grates at you, of course it does. But you’ve got a seat, haven’t you? You’re not going to give it up because Mercedes are covering their asses like the multibillion-dollar company that they are.

It means you’ve avoided the all-hands-on-deck PR meeting you thought you’d be stuck in tonight, but it’s left you in too sour a mood for this party. It’s some function, fundraiser, something or other and they’ve invited all the teams, drivers and ‘important’ FIA staff. This means there’s an inordinate amount of people here and you’re really not into it.

But you’re still here. You’ve shoved yourself into a cute, strappy, black top, and a denim mini-skirt and you’ve even added some cute jewellery in a feeble attempt to match whatever over-the-top outfit Lewis has arrived in. It’s at least a step up from your usual team polo and leggings, or the Mercedes hoodie that you pull on over it. You’re comfortable. You’re fine.

You pull a hand out of the pocket of your oversized leather jacket as Oscar comes back over with your beer. You smile at the expression on his face as you take the neck in between your fingers. He’s scowling openly, the corners of his lips curled up in distaste.

“Busy?” you ask, then you hold up the beer in thanks, “Cheers, by the way.”

“Hmm, too crowded,” he affirms, “I lost Lando.”

You shrug, taking a swig of the refreshingly cold beer, “Actually? Or did he run off with someone?”

Oscar snorts, “Yeah, no. He got into a conversation with Max.”

You laugh, “Yeah, in that case, I reckon we’ll see Lando in a few hours.”

“Definitely.”

The two of you share an amused smile before you’re back to looking into the crowd because sometimes, it’s hard for you to look at him— like looking directly into the sun. You’re aware of him in your periphery, standing there and rocking back and forth on his heels, occasionally taking a sip of his drink. He looks away for a moment, and you turn to look at him. Taking in the endearing swoop of his hair, the scattering of freckles and moles on the side of his pale face, the long line of his neck disappearing into the collar of his shirt. You shift your eyes slightly to the right of him, to the patchwork of vents and scaffolding in the ceiling, feigning as if you’d only been casually looking his way.

“That reporter was a piece of work,” Oscar says once he’s drifted his attention back to you.

You roll your eyes on instinct, and groan, “Tell me about it, holy shit, Osc. What an asshole. I don’t know if he was just stupid or legit didn’t know a single thing about me.”

“Mm,” Oscar hums in agreement, “and I like how no one asked you a single question after that. Way to go guys, that’s exactly how you show your support.”

You roll your eyes, still smiling a little at the contented feeling you’ve got in your chest, “I know, right. Trust, they all got on their keyboards afterwards to wax lyrical about how deserving I am of my seat. It’d be fucken’ nice if they acted like it during press conferences.”

“Yeaah,” he sighs, half-laugh, half-exhale, “It’s unfair.”

“Fucken' right,” you gripe, tipping your head back and letting a slip of fizzy beer cascade down your throat— the alcohol, though meagre, leaves you feeling loose, a little reckless, “It sucks Osc. God, I just want to be respected. If I had a dick and balls I’d be fucking killing it, dude. This is my rookie season, I’ve been scoring points every race. Except for the DNF, which was not my fault. But, fuck me, they don’t give a shit.”

You squeeze your eyes shut to stave off the angry tears that are sitting behind your eyelids, threatening. When you open them Oscar is staring at you, frowning, his brown eyes huge and sparkling and sympathetic. They’re like a black hole you want to fall into. Your heart squeezes. He’s so— ugh. Quickly, your mind supplies about a hundred answers to that question: sweet, cute, nice, adorable. Something stutters in your chest and you feel your cheeks starting to grow hot. That slow-burn smile of Oscar’s starts on his face, and you watch dimples form on his cheeks.

The moment is quickly ruined by a particularly nasally Italian accent that you vaguely recognise, “You know,” it says, clearly talking to you, “You should make sure to watch your tone. You never know who could be listening.”

Mood thoroughly dampened, you turn to face the interruption. It turns out to be one of the numerous men on the grid who won’t shut up about you, sharing unsolicited opinions left and right. He has his arms crossed against his chest and a smug expression on his face, as if he’s just caught you doing something terrible— instead of simply complaining about the subpar treatment you’re afforded.

He’s not worth your time whatsoever but God you’re angry. Maybe it’s just been too much shit on top of shit today but you cannot deal reasonably with this man right now— and you are not afforded the luxury of not acting reasonably toward someone like this, no matter how much of a dickhead they are. You open your mouth. Close it. Open it again. Close it and bite down on your bottom lip so nothing accidentally slips out. You’re trying to fish a semi-civil sentence out of a sea of fuck you fuck you fuck you on repeat and it’s not working.

“Are you threatening her?” Oscar asks, a dangerous lilt to his tone, and somewhere in the pulse of anger, you think this is the happiest you’ve ever been to hear his voice, “Because, I am pretty sure your team principal would not be pleased to hear that you’re going around threatening one of Mercedes’ drivers.”

He scoffs, trying to play it off, but you think you register a little bit of worry somewhere in there— Oscar can be threatening when he wants to be and McLaren are not exactly nobodies in this sport right now, “Please, I am not threatening her. I am just telling her that she needs to watch her mouth.”

“Right,” Oscar nods, mouth pinching, “Sure. Well, it would be our word against yours and I’m fairly sure your team principal would believe two drivers over you right now. Especially with that history, you’ve got, dude.”

A little thrill goes up your spine as his face goes white as a sheet. Oscar’s talking about the nice little list of comments he’s made that you’ve reported to your team and an FIA representative— which you’ve taken to doing every time anyone starts up a pattern of saying things about you or to you. They’re to cover your ass honestly, so you can’t be accused of making things up if push comes to shove. You’re sure they’ve made their way back to him and his boss; you’re glad they’ve made an impact (but perhaps not enough to stop him outright).

He sniffs, a nervous edge to his words, “I am not threatening her.”

“Okay. Apologise.”

“Excuse me?”

Oscar raises an eyebrow, “If you’re not threatening her, apologise.”

You bite the inside of your lip and grip the neck of your near-empty beer bottle tighter. Alright, Oscar can be scary. Noted. Very much noted.

“I—” He quickly thinks better of protesting and looks at you, lips pursed in a thin angry line, “I apologise.”

He looks at Oscar, Oscar looks at you. You shrug and nod. Good enough. You don’t need him to grovel, you think he’s been sufficiently humiliated already. Although, before he scampers off into the crowd at Oscar’s approval, you manage a dry, “You think I need to watch my tone now?”

He scowls, but says, “No,” anyway.

Then he stalks off into the throng of people.

You relax more the further that he gets away from the two of you. The tension dissipates into something warm and charged with a different kind of electricity entirely. You ignore the unease that tries to take root in your stomach and instead focus on Oscar at your side.

“That was—” you scrub a hand over your face, starting your sentence again, “Hm.”

Oscar sigh-laughs again, “Yeah, what an asshole.”

“Thank you,” you say meaning it wholeheartedly, “No one’s done something like that for me before.”

Oscar looks down at you, frowning, he shakes his head, “It’s nothing.”

“It’s not nothing,” you answer, feeling bold as you put a hand on his bicep in an attempt to express how grateful you feel for him, for what he’d done for you, “It’s really not, Osc.”

He’s quiet, staring at you with big brown sparkling eyes for a long long moment. A long moment in which you fantasise about reaching upward and pulling his face down to yours, feeling his lips against your own. They’d be soft, you think— his hair would be too. You don’t think about it and you resolutely ignore the tug low in your gut.

“You deserve it,” he says eventually, loud enough that you can hear it, but not anyone else, “You are killing it, by the way.”

You breathe a laugh, “Yeah, I’d better be.”

You squeeze gently at his bicep, feeling the sinewed muscle underneath his dress shirt. Then you let your hand drop, trailing absently down his arm as you do so. Your fingers brush his hand, and he catches yours before it's out of reach at your side. Purposefully, he threads your fingers with his, squeezing firmly and brushing his thumb tenderly over your knuckle. You feel a little lightheaded when he lets go.

You sigh, masking the out-of-breath quality of your voice, “I need another drink.”

“Yeah,” Oscar breathes, “Me too, I reckon.”

🏎️ title taken from this song :)