#and i always read tags on reblogs so there's that too

[dawnkiller08]

Omg thank you TwT and so sorry for my account being full of so many reblogs. I’m working on moving my art to a different blog so it’s easier to find it all lol. The tagging never annoys me :3 I love being tagged into things. We did meet on TikTok, you’re the reason why I’m on tumblr too. Thank you for helping me get out of my comfort zone and bringing me here. It’s been really great. I’m slowly beginning to live my dream of becoming a well known artist and I like to credit you since you’ve been supporting me :) Ik we don’t really talk but you hold a special place in my heart. Again thank you so much for the tag. You’ve made my day.

@snowysoong SNOWYYYY! You’re one of a kind man. I love all the convos we’ve had and all the crazy stuff you send me. I’m so glad I reached out because you’re an amazing friend. I also gotta say I don’t think I’ve seen someone so dedicated to a character before XD I don’t think anyone loves Lore more than you. Your art is also amazing. Sometimes I wanna go on a liking spree but I feel that could be annoying XD I don’t wanna spam your notifications. Oh also thank you for introducing me to that comic site I think I would’ve died without it. I also really hate the time zone difference because I’d love to game with you or just call often. When the day we finally call comes around we should watch stuff during it. Maybe an episode of TNG with Lore in it *wink wink* You always make me laugh and smile. Whenever we talk it makes my day a little better. Trust that one day we will hang out irl. Never change Snowy <3

@dream-castt HEY DUDE! You’re a new mutual and friend but I already hold many treasured moments with you. The start of our friendship will always be a funny story to me. Thank you for info dumping lore of your oc on me the first time we talk lol. Another thanks to you for introducing me to VR chat. I still can’t believe my dumbass thought you had to have VR to play XD. Playing with you is hella fun. You always got some oc lore to drop and you’re really good at impressions. Your Scout impression is my favorite it’s really good ofc alongside your Connor impression. Sorry I’m kinda bad at roleplaying lol Oh also I love the random pics of your cat you send. I’m looking forward to the next time we call :) *sending you virtual ravioli*

Anyone else I would’ve tagged were already tagged lol Most of you are in the discord server. You people are crazy XD You guys make me laugh. I’ve also read most everyone’s fanfics. Top notch stuff I gotta say. Especially yours @dataentryspecialist. To the rest of my mutuals ily guys. I don’t really interact with you but I see your posts and smile. Hopefully you know all of you are dear to me. Wishing everyone a wonderful day/evening :)

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[miwiheroes]

BYLER ESSAY 💙💛

I (a very very insane byler truther who has too much time on his hands) am proud to present the first chapter of my byler essay, a thesis-length, thesis-style document professionally analysing themes, narratives, cinematography, character arcs etc. of the show and each individual episode to put forward an argument for byler:

If you are expecting this writing to be similar to my tumblr posts, you'd only be half-correct - i argue the same things as I've always believed, plus some new stuff, but this time I word it in an academic way. I usually make my posts easy to read with images and colours n shit, but this is purposefully professional and very formal writing.

At the time of posting this, I have only written the introduction in which I talk about every overarching theme from the show that contributes to Byler. Every 1am session of writing this was just me singlehandedly curing my byler doubt, tbh. Let me know if you want to be tagged when I update this further! Every time I write a new part of this, I will make a post on tumblr like it's a fic or something <3

You don't just get to view this document, however! You also get to comment :) All comments will be moderated, and any blatant, unhelpful hate will be deleted, but I still encourage helpful input of any kind.

PlsPls be kind,,,, I spent a lot of time writing this and proofreading it and then proofreading it again. I'm like SO nervous to put this out help-

(please reblog ! i'd love for this to get to as many bylers as possible)

people who seemed interested or wanted to be tagged hi!!:

@august2961 @feignedsleep @milla-jordan @bumblebeesinthetrees @shadowyyyidk @thetheoryisalie @remstrrs @the-bogginses-are-gay @starrycloak @radisyn @minaricore @iambylernow @queeleronwheels @lune-moon-nuit @zar-bylerz

[nightplvmes]

birthday girl (zayne ver)

zayne one shot (love and deepspace) parties weren't your favorite thing. that's why, when Zayne told you you both could go, you never imagined that meant making what you wanted most for that day come true

⋆｡° | pairing : zayne x fem!reader • second person pov ⋆｡° | word count : 2.4k (2490) ⋆｡° | to see other versions of this special with other LI, see the tag here ⋆｡° | autor note : as you all can see, this is a special for the reader's birthday. you can save this and read it closer to your birthday. my plan is to do one shots of all the LIs, but someone requested this version first :) likes and reblogs are appreciated!! :) ★ masterlist here

Zayne knew you too well to know you were uncomfortable. You liked your birthday; it was a special day, after all, but you'd told him once before that you were an adult. You liked celebrating it privately, with a few special people, not with a big party and too much noise. Just like those moments.

One of your best friends had thrown you a surprise party, and from the second everyone jumped, shouting "surprise" Zayne knew you didn't want to be there because of the expression on your face. It was disappointment, then it turned into a fake smile. Something that had lasted all night.

"I have to do something. I'll be right back." Zayne pressed his lips against your forehead. You looked at him for a few seconds, and he saw that flash across your face: you didn't want to be alone because that meant people were going to start approaching you to talk, and you definitely didn't want that. But you didn't want to seem ungrateful either. You really appreciated the party, even if you didn't like being in crowds.

You nodded as you let go of Zayne's arms. He nodded before walking away from you, setting his glass aside in the process. You sighed, looking away at the other people there. One of your friends smiled at you and waved her hand in the distance, causing you to smile back in an attempt to be friendly. She signaled for you to come closer, so you put the glass you were holding aside and before starting to walk toward her, you turned to see where Zayne had gone.

Your smile faded when you noticed him approaching one of your friends. Addie, the one who had organized the party for you. You didn't want to be the type of person who got jealous over that kind of thing, but you couldn't help but feel that pressure in your chest when he leaned in to whisper something to her and a huge smile spread across Addie's face. You frowned, wondering what they were talking about and forced yourself to remember that Zayne wasn't like the others.

There was no way that was what you were really thinking.

You slumped onto the couch, feeling completely mentally exhausted. Socializing wasn't your favorite thing, but you had fun. You'd seen friends you hadn't seen in months, and even your family members were there. When it was one of your friends who was organizing the surprise party, they didn't always bother inviting family members.

Zayne took the seat next to you shortly after. You still felt that pressure in your chest, remembering what had happened about half an hour ago. Seeing him with that peaceful expression made you nervous. They'd gone to another room and after that, you hadn't seen anything else. You didn't know what they were doing and you didn't really want to think about it too much.

"Say goodbye to Addison." Your brow furrowed. Zayne's words had come out of his mouth without much thought, but he seemed completely serious, which made you feel even more confused.

"Why?"

"We're leaving now." You opened your mouth, confused. You wanted to say something, but the words wouldn't come out. There were too many questions in your mind and when he noticed, Zayne answered quickly. "I have a surprise for you, and that means we have to leave now."

"But the party…" He interrupted you.

"I already talked to Addison about that."

It took you more than a couple of seconds to realize what was happening. You stood still until your brain processed what he'd said, and you finally nodded, deciding you'd have him answer all your questions later. It didn't take you too long to do what he'd asked. You said goodbye to Addie, thanking her for the party, and also said goodbye to some people you met along the way. If you said goodbye to everyone at the party, you'd never finish.

You met up with Zayne again outside the house a few minutes later. You could still hear the music playing inside the house. Maybe they weren't having the biggest party of the century, but they were definitely having a little party you'd wanted to get out of from the moment you arrived.

"So that's why you talked to Addie?" you asked as you approached him. It was cold, but not cold enough to make you shiver.

You felt the weight lift from your chest when Zayne nodded, one of his arms wrapping around your hip to pull you closer. You couldn't help but feel guilty for even thinking something more was going on, even though you knew Zayne better than you'd ever known anyone.

"Yeah, she got really excited about the surprise. You have some very… enthusiastic friends." You couldn't help but laugh at Zayne's expression; you'd seen it on his face more than once. Your friends were way too extroverted compared to him, maybe too much because they often forgot that people liked personal space.

"So… where are we going?"

Zayne stopped right in front of the car. You raised an eyebrow, realizing they had to be going somewhere else if he'd headed to his car. You looked back at Zayne, who had a small smile on his face. You loved seeing him smile, but that told you everything you needed to know: it wasn't just going home; he had something else on his mind.

"Zaynieeee," you sighed, slumping back into the seat. "Aren't you going to tell me? Where are you going?" You'd spent the last few minutes trying to figure out where you two were going. You'd gotten in the car, and it didn't take long for Zayne to take an unfamiliar road, but it took you too long to figure out that you were going out of the city.

You realized you weren't going to get any more information out of him when he shook his head again and turned to look at you, but he quickly returned his gaze to the road. "Not yet, put on that sweater and change your shoes." Zayne gestured with his chin to the sweater he'd left on the dashboard and the shoes next to your feet, which were much more comfortable than the horrible heels you were currently wearing.

"A hint?" you asked as you picked up the sweater to start putting it on over your dress. It was Zayne's navy blue sweater. You loved it because it was too big for you and smelled like him. You couldn't help but realize he'd indirectly done it because he loved seeing you in his clothes, and you'd once mentioned how much you loved wearing his clothes.

"Well… I brought a change of clothes for tonight and another one for coming home tomorrow. So we're sleeping there." Zayne shifted his gaze back to you. One of his hands slid up your leg. You felt his cold fingers against your skin before he left a gentle squeeze and returned his gaze to the road.

You were going to sleep there. A quick thought crossed your mind about something you'd mentioned once before, but you forced yourself not to get your hopes up, even though excitement had begun to swell in your chest.

He remembered. Zayne remembered, and you didn't know why you were surprised, given that literally all those years of your relationship had only proven he was the type of man who memorized details about you. And yet, you felt like crying when you looked at the cabin in front of you.

At first, you'd been worried when you noticed Zayne had taken a different route, closer to the mountains, and all you could think was that the cold was getting worse at night and you were probably going to freeze to death. That thought was erased when he told you he'd brought something warm for you and turned on the heat. He also mentioned that the place they were going had heat because he didn't want to make his girlfriend freeze to death.

A few months ago, you'd talked about how always wanted to spend the night in a cabin and have breakfast there the next day. You'd started planning a little trip with Zayne for your birthday, but due to problems with his work, and problems with your own, they'd had to cancel the trip. That had made you sad for weeks. Zayne promised you could do something together afterward, but at that point, you didn't even have the energy to do anything else on your birthday.

But then Addie's surprise party came along, and you felt bad for wanting to leave.

But now you were there, in a beautiful cabin that had a little snow piled up on the sides, which made you think that tomorrow morning you were going to force Zayne to have an impromptu snowball fight before you left.

"Why… when…" you forced yourself to take a breath and gather your thoughts. Your heart was beating so hard you could hear it thundering in your ears, and you felt something inside you stir every time you wanted to speak. "When did you do this?" You turned to look at him. Zayne was carrying a duffel bag in one of his hands, which he set aside to wrap his arms around you.

You felt him pull you closer and you allowed yourself to melt into his grasp. "A week ago. I had booked another cabin closer, but you'd mentioned you liked the cold, and that was the point of it all." His fingers brushed your cheek. For some reason, Zayne's hands were rarely warm, and yet it was something you loved. You could lean into his touch all day long. "This one became available a few days ago. They called me because I'd already tried to book it."

You felt your heart melt. You couldn't believe he'd taken the time to do all that, and you hadn't even noticed. Not to mention he'd talked Addie into letting you out of the surprise party: Addie, the most stubborn person you'd ever met.

"You didn't have to do that," you murmured, kissing his cheek.

He shook his head, and you felt him take a step back, but before you could complain about the lack of his warmth, he quickly took your hand. "Come on, there's more."

Zayne picked up the duffel bag again with his free hand and led you to the cabin entrance. It took him about two minutes to find the cabin keys in his pocket and open the front door. The moment Zayne pushed the door, the smell of pine and wood filled you. It reminded you a bit of Christmas, even though it was still several months away.

You walked slowly into the cabin, looking around. You felt like the roof was too far away and it was more than you expected for just one night. You even wondered if there was a way to stay there for a couple more days. The interior of the cabin was warm; for a second, you thought you'd have to sleep while you shivered from the cold. "It's beautiful," you murmured. You heard Zayne drop the duffel bag, and seconds later, his arms wrapped around you again.

You felt your heart pounding, still struggling to process what was happening and the fact that Zayne had prepared all of this for you, and not just that, you hadn't even noticed. It had genuinely been a surprise, and perhaps one of the best all year. "There's something else," he repeated, making you remember what he had said minutes before when you were still in front of the cabin.

You turned to look at him, and Zayne took one of your hands again, giving it a light tug to make you walk beside him. Your footsteps echoed on the wooden floor, your gaze traveling all over the place as you both walked. There was a small smile on your face, though it didn't compare to the excitement you felt inside. It was nighttime and part of your birthday had already passed, but you were going to end the day just the way you had imagined… even if it was just for a second, you could be in your bubble with Zayne.

When you reached the dining room your eyes widened for two reasons: - the cabin was a little bigger than you thought. - there was a box on the edge of the table.

You didn't need to be the smartest person in the class to know it was a cake, a birthday cake of course.

"That's it…" He nodded. He lifted the box, revealing a beautiful cake with light blue hues and snowflakes on top. You let out an embarrassed giggle. You liked those kinds of decorations because you liked the cold, and it reminded you of Zayne's evol. Had he remembered that too? If the answer was yes, it wasn't going to surprise you anyway.

Zayne pulled a lighter out of his pocket, and it took him a couple of seconds to light the three candles on the edge of the cake. He let go of your hand so he could take the dessert with both hands and bring it closer to your face. For a second, you thought you just had to blow out the candles, but as soon as Zayne began to sing "Happy Birthday" softly, you felt a mixture of emotions coursing through your veins. You had to press your lips together to keep from letting out a nervous chuckle, which was actually a mixture of all the happiness you were feeling because Dr. Zayne never sang. And you liked his voice; it was deep but soft.

It was several seconds later when he cleared his throat, visibly embarrassed that he had sung. "Now you have to make your birthday wish."

You narrowed your eyes, trying to think of something. You didn't usually ask for anything on your birthdays, or when you did, they were so vague because you didn't expect them to actually come true. But that night, something came to mind. Your heart pounded when the thought came to you, and you closed your eyes for a few seconds, remembering it in your mind. You opened your eyes, and the light gust of wind that escaped your lips blew out the candles. Zayne smiled at the excitement on your face and finally set the dessert aside.

"Happy birthday," he murmured, placing a kiss on your forehead. Your arms wrapped around him, hugging him tightly, and he didn't hesitate for a second to do the same, pressing you against his chest.

You hadn't made a wish because you felt like you had everything you wanted thanks to Zayne. But you had wished for everything to stay the same. And for the first time, you wished with all your might that a birthday wish would come true.

[andcars]

FISHING CATS ━━ CS55

﹙ 55 ﹚ ─────── loved you before seeing you

you're a regular catfisher on bumble before you met your match, carlos sainz. it goes bad when you start to get attached to him

relationship(s) carlos sainz/you tags dating apps, light angst, anti-ferrari propaganda, pro-williams propaganda wc 2k texting & prose

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radio "comments and reblogs are much appreciated!" i asked my friend to give me a prompt and they gave me "catfishing each other as discord e-kittens". he doesn't even know where that idea came from but that was so fucking funny. unfortunately, i did not make it discord because i cannot for the life of me imagine carlos on discord. while i was trynna find some formatting inspo for this, i found a very similar fic like this!! it inspired me at the very end so go read it :) we love a tsunoda fic

▶︎ ❝ idea 10 ❞ gibran alcocer

Bumble 15m ago 🐝 You have 1 new match 🙌

ON YOUR SCREEN WAS NONE OTHER THAN CARLOS SAINZ. You snicker. You scroll through his profile quickly: "Taking things slow", 5'10", 🏃‍♂️ Active, 🔍 Relationship, 🚗 Cars, etc. Most of the pictures used were photos you've seen for sure posted around social media. There's nothing more obviously a catfish than this account. Nothing about it was smart, unlike yours. Yours was perfectly crafted for a believable yet still jaw-droppingly gorgeous woman. It's carefully crafted with one face of your most beautiful friend—who is never on social media to ever know—and random photos of her from the back. Your catfish was perfect, his wasn't. Still, it's pretty funny.

[ You ] Heyy. Aren't you that F1 racer?

[ CS ] Hey. Yeah, I am.

[ You ] That's so cool :) What brings you over here then?

[ CS ] I lost a bet with my old teammate and now I'm here

[ You ] XD That's funny

[ CS ] How about you? You look very beautiful

[ You ] Awww. You're so sweet, Carlos

[ CS ] I'm telling the truth. You're also the first to message me back

[ You ] What!? You're so handsome, anyone would message you

[ CS ] They think I'm not real

[ You ] Aw, that sucks. Well, I like to shoot my shot so, LOL

[ CS ] Where do you live? Your country

[ You ] I'm currently staying in the UK with my friends Don't you have a race here next month?

[ CS ] Yeah. Are you a fan?

[ You ] Not really. I know you by face though. I have friends who are a fan of you

[ CS ] Shame. I would have boasted to have such a pretty fan.

[ You ] I can be something better than a fan though

[ CS ] What?

[ You ] ... A friend

— You snort, displacing your phone to check if your noodles finished heating up

[ CS ] That's sweet I don't often do dating apps It's because I'm always away so often. It makes it hard to date But Lando told me this could just be a fresh change I see that you're busy. Hope we talk again tomorrow.

THE LAST GUY YOU MESSAGED QUICKLY BLOCKED YOU AFTER YOU SHOWED HIM A PICTURE OF YOUR SPHYNX CAT. Maybe it doesn't take a genius to know that the cat and the Rick Astley playing in the background meant that they got catfished. It took a lot of men longer time to understand the situation. Your 'victims' were never really nice people. You're too kind for that. The ones who are often in your DMs are 'looking for something casual' or something similar. 'Carlos' was the only different one. You're not sure why he's taking his time before he asks for money or boast about his achievements in life. Sooner or later, he's going to ask to call and you're going to show him something stupid. It's hypocritical to hate a catfisher when you yourself are one, but you're kind of like Batman. You are the night.

[ You ] Morning, Carlos!

[ CS ] It's a bit too late for morning, right? Attatched image

[ You ] Wow, I thought you weren't one to take gym selfies?

[ CS ] I thought you weren't a fan?

[ You ] I have ears whenever my friends talk about you

[ CS ] I'm starting to think your friends aren't real

[ You ] They are! I'm not into watching cars loop in weird shapes

[ CS ] Most non-fans would call the tracks circles

[ You ] Guess I'm not like most fans, huh?

[ CS ] You aren't

[ You ] I'm also at the gym right now Attatched image

[ CS ] Nice bottle

[ You ] Thanks :) I love cats

[ CS ] I've seen more dogs than cats in my life

[ You ] I'll send you pics of my cat soon enough ;)

[ CS ] What kind?

[ You ] However you want

[ CS ] ?

[ You ] What?

[ CS ] Are you saying you'll buy a specific cat for me?

— Alright, well. Maybe he missed that sexual innuendo

[ You ] Haha. Sorry. I think we got lost in translation there I have a pretty sphynx. Interested?

[ CS ] Those are the bald ones, right?

[ You ] Yup

[ CS ] They're very unique cats. They're also very funny looking which I like

— You make a note to not show Luna when you reveal yourself to him

[ You ] I like their baldness too

[ CS ] I have to go again. My trainer is telling me to get off my phone

[ You ] Haha. See you, Carlos

YOU SEE AN AD OF CARLOS SAINZ WALKING HOME. You have a subway in your hands and your hoodie pulled up. He looks good. The L'Oreal brand definitely looks good on him. You almost feel bad to the Carlos you've been talking to. He seems to be adamant in having a decent conversation with you. Across the day, he asks idly what you're doing. Sometimes the conversations fall short but at night he texts you endlessly. The timezone makes it odd, he told you. Other than the fact he's not Carlos Sainz and you're definitely not a blonde supermodel, it's nice conversations. It almost feels cruel to continue to talk to him

[ You ] What did you like about me?

[ CS ] Very forward question.

[ You ] I'm just curious. What made you like me? Maybe I just wanna know how pretty I am to other people

[ CS ] Fishing for compliments then? That's not why you caught my eye, though

[ You ] You're just saying that

[ CS ] You said that your favourite song was Idea 10 by Gibran Alcocer I had to google him and find out he makes piano music like Charles Then you say you like to take life as slow as possible to feel it more Your perfect first date is a classic dinner with the bill split I just liked you

IT'S BEEN A DAY SINCE YOU LAST TALKED TO HIM. You haven't messaged him back since his... confession. Between liking you because you were hot or liking you because you're you, you aren't sure which one hurts most. Maybe this was the guy's play: get women to fall in love with him, ask for pussy pics a month in. It would most likely get women to be more willing, you think. Still, it doesn't make the feeling wash away easier. Sunday comes around and you watch from your TV as Carlos Sainz doesn't even get out of the pit-lane. You're surprised that Bumble Carlos messaged you shortly after.

[ CS ] I don't know if I scared you off or what, but I had a really bad race Did your friend tell you?

[ You ] I watched the race

[ CS ] It wasn't my fault. It was the car. Both me and Alex didn't have a chance to race

[ You ] I know

[ CS ] Sometimes I think what would it be like if I was still in Ferrari Would I place P4 today or lower? I tell everyone that I'm happy I dropped them. It's true That doesn't make the fact that Williams have problems I can't solve

— Maybe because you hear Carlos' voice when you read his texts, you feel bad

[ You ] Do you regret it? Joining Williams?

[ CS ] No. The people here are nicer and they listen to me. They listen to us

[ You ] Then shouldn't that be worth fighting for? The SF-25 has its ups and downs too. The radio sounded bad on Lewis' end If you were still in Ferrari you won't appreciate the joy of just getting points Williams celebrate you for just finishing the race I think it's because they're just happy to know you're racing for them

[ CS ] Not a fan, huh?

[ You ] Oh, stop it. I was trying to comfort you

[ CS ] There's things I know already but sometimes I forget I needed that reminder

[ You ] You're welcome. Whatever happens on the weekend, Williams has your back

[ CS ] Do I have your support too? Even if you're not a fan?

[ You ] I'll think about it

IN THE MORNING, YOU GET HIS PHONE NUMBER. He apparently landed in London three hours before you woke up. This is usually the time they call you and then ask to see your face to jerk off. Carlos tells you that he feels perverted texting on a dating app. It's ironic. The first day of the week, he constantly texted you. It's about normal things; barely about the actual weekend. The London weather, the food he's eating, how both of you want to get out of your jobs just to go out and see the sun—if you could even see it in this weather. You even try to pry his private instagram off him but he says there's too many embarassing pictures. He says when you meet in person, he'll show you; meaning, you won't be able to take screenshots. He said when. Not if, when.

[ CS ] Do you wanna come to Silverstone?

[ You ] Why? Sending me a ticket?

[ CS ] If you want. I'm allowed to send garage passes to friends

[ You ] I heard that the view from the garage isn't that great Can barely watch the race in there

[ CS ] It's not that bad. I'll be there

[ You ] I'd rather not see you in the actual garage during races I wanna see you in the car

[ CS ] Haha. Think about it

[ You ] I joined a giveaway anyways a few months ago. I don't think I won it

[ CS ] Really?

[ You ] They haven't given me an e-mail. It's fine, I can watch at home Image attatched

[ CS ] Cute. Where did you buy that?

[ You ] On Etsy. There's a lot of merch for Carlos Sainz lol

[ CS ] Do you have those bracelets too?

[ You ] Yeah. I made some. I put SainzSlut on one of them

[ CS ] You have to show that to me in the garage

[ You ] Lol. Yeah, sure I will

[ CS ] What episode are you on on 911?

ON TUESDAY, YOU GOT A TICKET AND FULL ACCOMMODATION FOR YOUR STAY NEAR THE TRACK. You don't tell it to 'Carlos', he doesn't talk about it either. That doesn't surprise you. You won the giveaway last minute and 'Carlos' doesn't know that. You take a quiet sick leave when you coughed all over the place and they forced you to go home. You rushed over to the assigned hotel and wait for the weekend to come. For the first few hours arriving on the track, you were so surprised that you forgot to text your 'Carlos' about it. When you see the Williams hospitality, you remember him.

[ You ] Hey, Carlos?

[ CS ] Yeah?

[ You ] Are you gonna meet me or what? Attatched image

You put your phone away and breathe the fresh air of the real Carlos Sainz. Bumble Carlos was nice, you feel bad for him every second the longer you don't reveal your face. Before you can take a step inside, your phone rings. It's Carlos. If he wants to jerk off before you block him, well, I guess he picked the right opportunity. You looked pretty good today.

Opening the call with your front camera, you laugh, "You finally dropping the act?"

"Hm? I'm behind you."

Carlos Sainz stands behind you with a bright smile on his face. You're glued to the pavement as he walks over, embracing you. He's warm. He's so fucking real. Your mind runs in different moments of your chatting and you realize that you have just been talking to Carlos Sainz. No one believed him because everyone thought he was faking it—you did too except, you gave him a chance because it was funny.

Something else didn't make sense. You pull away, looking up at him in confusion. "Why am I the only one confused?" you point, "I'm... I'm surprised I've been talking to—well, you. But you're..?"

He laughs like there's something funny about this. Pulling out his phone, he takes half a moment to search something on it. When he shows it to you, it's the picture of Luna on your stomach. He says, quite plainly, "Your mirror was right there on the floor."

Shit. The crisis is lost on Carlos as he leads you inside the hospitality with a hand on your back. "I'm really hurt you think I was faking it," he says, sounding not hurt at all. "I even saved you a very nice spot in my driver's room. There's a TV there you can watch the race very comfortably. If you still don't want to watch the race in the garage, of course."

Well, you're here anyways. You're here with Carlos on your shoulder and treating you normally. There's no going back to this madness now. "I need to make sure I'm there when I watch you get the podium," you tell him. "Plus, I wanna see you put on the SainzSlut bracelet in front of James Vowles." Carlos laughs and does just that when Sunday comes around. You think you're just quite like Williams, just happy to be here with Carlos next to you.

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[berryispunk]

I don’t even know how to put this into words but I’m gonna try anyway, because that’s what I do: I feel big and I write about it.

To every single one of you who reads my stories, screams in the tags, reblogs, comments, tells me your favorite lines, your favorite version of Frankie (aka my Frankie) thank you. From the bottom of my chaotic little poet heart 💛

But more than anyone else, I want to thank myself.

For staying.

For writing anyway.

For creating through heartbreak, through exhaustion, through public witch hunts and whispers meant to tear me down. They tried to break me but they couldn’t.

I kept writing. I kept bleeding on the page. I kept screaming my love for a fictional man with sad eyes and a soft heart.

And you know what? People didn’t just listen, they loved it.

I always thought I was too much.

Too soft.

Too intense.

Too weird.

But now I’ve carved out this little corner of the internet where I get to be all of that, unapologetically and people stay. People come back, feel something.

And now, somehow, I’m holding my own poetry book in my hands.

A collection of the mess, the ache, the beauty. Something I never thought I’d be brave enough to share.

So yeah, this is my quiet victory. This is softness surviving.

Thank you for being here with me.

Love,

Berry 🍓

[remae-freyae]

Title: To Whom It May Concern (It’s Me)

Sylus x Reader

Y/N had always made a strict habit of keeping her work life and her online life separated by a chasm roughly the size of the Mariana Trench. Work was where she delivered internal reports, fixed malfunctioning printers without credit, and somehow managed to survive being the only sane person in a building full of egos and black card suits. Tumblr—well, Tumblr was where she processed it. Through memes. Through venting. Through overly dramatic, heavily sarcastic posts fired off at midnight when the caffeine and irritation peaked just right.

She never used names. She never shared photos. She even went so far as to list her location as “Earth, unfortunately.” It was therapeutic. An anonymous little escape hatch. Until one day, it wasn’t.

The night before had been especially rough. A tech glitch. A surprise fire drill. A very tense boardroom meeting where her boss had somehow frozen in place for a full ten seconds because someone casually mentioned liking the tie he was wearing. Just—locked up. Stared. Said nothing. Blinked like a Windows 98 error screen. Then cleared his throat and walked off like nothing had happened.

That man could speak three languages, negotiate with world leaders, and pull a profit out of a failing market in under six hours, but compliments? Compliments turned him into scrambled eggs.

She’d had enough. And so she wrote.

Tumblest Post

Blog: @coffe-stained-chaos

Y/N: No matter how often it happens, it’s always a little jarring to realize someone you thought was composed and terrifying is actually just completely bag-of-rocks stupid when it comes to emotions.

Like yes, sir, you can survive a government audit. You can even recite merger clauses by memory. But the moment someone says they like your tie? You look like a pigeon got stuck in your soul.

Get it together.

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She hit post. Didn’t tag it. Didn’t even check the notes. Closed the app, went to sleep, and started her next day like usual.

Until Rafayel glanced at her over the rim of his tea cup and said far too sweetly, “I love your writing. Very observational. Sharp. Honest.”

She blinked. “What?”

“Oh, nothing,” he said lightly. “Just enjoying a recent viral post. About emotionally constipated executives.”

Her blood ran cold. She pulled out her phone the second she hit the hallway, heart sinking fast.

There it was. Her post. Reblogged.

By @steel-strategy.

She knew that blog. Everyone in the upper circles did, if they were online long enough. It was subtle, curated. Full of ancient battle quotes, icy photography, minimalism, and strategy breakdowns that were just vague enough to sound hypothetical. Nobody ever said it outright, but if you worked at Stellar Apex long enough, you knew exactly who it belonged to.

Sylus. Her boss.

And he had reblogged her post.

With one single tag: “accurate.”

She stopped walking. Stared at the screen. Her soul left her body like a SIM in the pool.

She didn't post again until hours later, still shaken, still unsure whether she’d been caught or if he was just that oblivious.

Tumblest Post

Blog: @coffee-stained-chaos

Y/N: So uh. You know that post I wrote? The one obviously about my boss from my job?

He reblogged it.

He. Reblogged. It.

Tagged it ‘accurate’ like he’s confirming a murder weapon.

I have to go into work tomorrow and hand a folder to a man who might know I called him emotionally illiterate online and might not know. And somehow, both options are equally horrifying.

When she walked into the executive floor the next morning, everything looked normal. Too normal. Her desk was untouched. Her inbox was stacked, as usual. And then she passed Sylus’ office.

He looked up when she walked by. Smirked. Freakin' smirked before taking a slow sip from a sleek matte-black mug with custom white lettering that simply read:

BAG OF ROCKS CEO

She did not survive.

And the worst part?

It was kind of flattering.

She would never admit it.

But it was.

Sylus' POV under the (More) Link :)

Sylus prided himself on being three steps ahead of everything. Competitors. Acquisitions. Weakness. He didn’t miss things—not the small shifts in the market, not the tension before a bad quarter, and certainly not the quiet presence of the assistant who managed to operate under his radar for five years without once demanding attention.

That was the thing about Y/N. She didn’t need the spotlight. She functioned in the margins, dropped off reports no one read, fixed systems no one else could, and had the audacity to walk into a boardroom filled with CEOs and not look flustered. Just did her job. Walked away.

And she wasn’t scared of him.

Didn’t fawn. Didn’t flirt. Didn’t even look at him like the others did. And the first time she corrected Zayne’s system settings mid-meeting and solved a two-week software issue with one muttered suggestion, Sylus remembered watching her walk out and thinking, Who the hell is she? That curiosity had only grown.

Which is how he ended up, against all better judgment, stalking her digital footprint like a bored panther with a Wi-Fi connection.

It had taken effort. Y/N didn’t post selfies. Didn’t geotag. Didn’t even use her name. But he found her. The writing was unmistakable—sharp, observant, laced with sarcasm so dry it could sand wood. Half the things she wrote were so specific he could name the department she was referencing. The other half? Personal. Sharp little vent posts that told him more about her than any HR file ever could.

He didn’t mean to find that particular one. But the second he read it, he knew. He knew.

Tumblest post

Blog: @coffee-stained-chaos

No matter how often it happens, it’s always a little jarring to realize someone you thought was composed and terrifying is actually just completely bag-of-rocks stupid when it comes to emotions.

His jaw had locked before he even finished the next sentence.

Like yes, sir, you can survive a government audit... but the moment someone says they like your tie? You look like a pigeon got stuck in your soul.

He reread it three times.

There were no names. No tags. But the image was too vivid. Too him.

He remembered that moment. The tie. The compliment. How her voice had sounded—casual, sincere, like she hadn’t meant to hit a pressure point straight through his ribs. And yeah. He might’ve locked up.

He should’ve ignored it. Should’ve kept scrolling like a normal person.

Instead, he reblogged it.

Tagged it: accurate.

He didn’t say anything the next day. Watched her walk in like nothing had changed. Watched her glance at him, then at the mug on his desk—a matte black ceramic with fresh white lettering that read:

BAG OF ROCKS CEO.

He didn’t miss the way her mouth twitched. The way she paused like she was buffering. Like the universe had glitched.

She didn’t speak. Neither did he. Not about that, at least.

But later that night, he saw her post again.

“So uh. You know that post I wrote? The one obviously about my boss from my job?

He reblogged it.

He. Reblogged. It.

Tagged it ‘accurate’ like he’s confirming a murder weapon.”

Sylus leaned back in his chair, reading it again, then again, and finally let a slow smirk pull at his mouth.

She had fire. He liked fire.

And maybe—just maybe—it was time someone else stopped flying under her radar for once.

[mikaylathenerd5]

Somewhere Between Silence + Masterlist

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🌧️ Sometimes, the softest truths hurt the most.

📌 Summary:

A Roman Reigns × Black OC mini-series inspired by “Valentine’s Day (Shameful)” by Kehlani

Nalani loved him in a way she couldn’t explain—so deeply it scared her. And when she found out she was pregnant, she didn’t run out of spite. She left to protect the one thing Roman couldn’t promise: peace.

But silence has weight. And now, over two years later, it speaks louder than ever. When Roman sees her again, he learns the truth—she didn’t just leave. She left carrying his son.

There’s history in every glance. There’s love in the ache. And somewhere between all the hurt and all the silence, they’ll have to decide if forgiveness is enough.

🌙 He was never the man she wanted to forget. She was always the one he couldn’t let go of.

⚠️ Content Warning:

This mini-series explores emotionally heavy themes including abandonment, grief, and the long-term impact of heartbreak. It contains mature content (smut), strong language, and moments of emotional vulnerability involving co-parenting, broken trust, and the lingering effects of unresolved love. Flashbacks of pregnancy, birth, and postpartum experiences are included. Please read individual scene tags before diving in.

☁️ Why You Should Check It Out:

Second chance romance with deep emotional tension

Roman as a protective father and emotionally complex lover

A soft but strong Black OC navigating motherhood and healing

Quiet intimacy, poetic prose, and moments that ache

Inspired by “Valentine’s Day (Shameful)” by Kehlani

For readers who love slow burns, unsaid feelings, and characters trying to find their way back to each other

📝 Note from the Author This series is really personal to me. It was born from a place of silence. Those moments where you don’t know what to say. Where love feels too heavy. Where walking away feels easier than staying.

Writing Somewhere Between Silence helped me explore the kind of love that lingers even after the door closes and what it means to come back. Not just to someone else, but to yourself.

Thank you for every read, reblog, comment, and message. I see every single one, and they mean more than you know. If you're new here, feel free to join the taglist or check out my main masterlist for more. I'm so glad you're here. 🤍

Series

Part 1 ৹ Part 2 (Coming Soon)

One Shots & Shorts

What the Rain Left Behind (Coming Soon)

[castielscaplan]

Muscle Shirts (Johnny Cage)

Summary: You were sulking with a broken leg and a heart that missed Johnny. You didn’t expect him to walk in on you wrapped in his shirt—and loving every second of it.

WC: 496

Warnings: fluff

Read on ao3!

Tag list!

Bucky Barnes Version Here!

You knew you were being kind of ridiculous.

But come on—Johnny was your boyfriend, and he’d been across the damn country for nearly two weeks on a mission with the team. And you? You’d been stuck at the compound, benched and bitter, thanks to the stupidest mugging known to mankind.

Seriously—of all the ways to end up with a broken leg, you’d never imagined it would be from getting jumped during a solo lunch run. It wasn’t even a good sandwich.

Now here you were: laid up in the room you shared with Johnny, propped up on pillows, snuggled into his absurdly soft blankets with one of his signature black shirts pulled over your body. His cologne still clung to the fabric—citrusy, warm, so Johnny—and it made the empty bed feel a little less cold.

You had music in, earbuds tucked in, eyes half-lidded as you relaxed in your fortress of blankets and nostalgia.

What you didn’t expect?

Was for Johnny and the team to return early.

You definitely didn’t hear the door swing open. Or the short, surprised laugh that left his lips when he spotted you sprawled on the bed like some lovesick groupie in his clothes.

He stood there for a moment, watching with that smug smirk that always made your stomach flip. Then, without a word, he dropped his bag, shut the door behind him, and stalked toward the bed.

You yelped when he grabbed your ankles and dragged you down toward the edge of the mattress.

“Johnny!” you squeaked, eyes wide, earbuds popping out.

He leaned over you, brow quirked, sunglasses pushed up into his hair. “Breaking and entering and grand theft wardrobe?” he teased, voice low and delicious. “Gotta say, sweetheart, I’m into it.”

You pouted. “I missed you. And your clothes smell like you. And I was sad.”

His expression softened—just slightly. One hand cupped your cheek while he leaned down, pressing a kiss to your lips that made your heart stutter in your chest.

“I missed you too, babe,” he murmured against your mouth. “You have no idea.”

You sighed contentedly as he pulled away, only for your eyes to widen again when his hands slipped beneath the hem of his shirt—your shirt now, apparently.

“Oh, we’re stealing my stuff now? Then I guess I get to repossess it,” he said, grinning like the cocky devil he was as he peeled it off you with practiced ease.

It hit the floor somewhere behind him as he settled between your legs—carefully, gently, mindful of your cast—but still all heat and mischief.

“I brought you something,” he whispered, brushing his lips along your jaw. “But maybe I’ll give it to you later…”

You arched a brow. “Clothes? Chocolate? A new leg?”

He snorted. “None of the above. But it involves me, this bed, and a lot of making up for lost time.”

And god help you—you were so down for it.

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//PLEASE REBLOG IF YOU ENJOYED!!\\

[virgothozul]

Jsdcbbccbhcb !! Merci !! tant de personnes ont réagi au précédent post en français ahahahah 🤣 c’est incroyable ! je ne m’attendais pas à tant de réactions merci merci ! Thank you everyone for the attention on my last post !!!

This is when Miles drops at the police station like a prince, a whole year later, nonchalant about his hiatus. And Phoenix is most likely losing his 💩 3 feet away.

[creativesplat]

I would also like to see some miphlink, if that's okay!

I was really struggling with what to draw, and then I remembered your ask from ages ago (dang ADHD brain...) anyway, sorry its such a late answer, but Miphlink inspired by Dicksee's La Belle Dame

[courtesanofdeath]

finished !!!! sawamura my son my boy ilysm

[waterfallofspace]

A Word-Filled Update

that no one's asking forrrr~

Sooooo, hiya~ ^^

Realized I kinda dropped out without much word, and wanted to give a lil update to anyone who may care, (and specifically to all the unfilled requests that have been sat in my inbox for months now T~T)

Dropping it under a cut because it gets quite long~ but I'll also TL;DR it with: been a bit burnt out, trying to get back into this, I apologize for all the unanswered asks, and I will be trying to get to the ones I can, but I'll be focusing more on trying to enjoy the process of making content~ Thank you to anyone who's stuck around <3

(Tw for brief mention of mental health/neurodivergencies~ nothing in depth or dark, but just incase anyone wants to avoid that <3)

Nothing serious has been going on, mostly just burn out and a bit of drama in main friend group, combined with free time just being a lot more limited recently~ (not a bad thing, most of it is because I'm getting to talk more with friends I've gotten closer to this past year~)

That said, I've been trying to get back into content, making it, reblogging it, etc, without letting it become all-consuming. I find, with the way my brain works, mostly to do to some wonderful neurodivergent tendencies, I tend to fall heavily into 'all of nothing' mentality.

This shows up in my day to day life, (ie: can't wash the dishes for weeks until I suddenly do them all in one day) and I've definitely noticed it with content creation. Need to write and finish a story in one go, record a wav as fast as possible, always afraid I'll lose that motivation.

But honestly? I love making content on here! And I'm not a huge blog, nor do I care if I am (at least trying not to, if I'm being painfully honest~) but I genuinely love making content. Whether it's just for me, a request that I am hoping one specific person will enjoy, or a story I write with a community in mind, I just love creating~

So, I'm trying to ease my way back into this! Bit by bit, let it be fun, and enjoyable, with less internal pressure to produce as much as I can, as fast as I can, and make it be perfect.

I won't lie and say 'numbers don't matter to me', if I'm honest, they do. But I'm learning more and more how to let it be about the content, and to just enjoy the process~ (and if people like it, that'll be a wonderful bonus!~)

Wooo this is getting so long, I apologize sincerely! Last thing, something I've mentioned a few times previously but never really let myself get into... requests~

I'm so honoured that people care about my content enough to have asked for things, and getting any ask, request, praise, ask lists, heck even just a 'hi!' is honestly the best part of this blog for me!

Buuuut, I definitely worked myself into burn-out before with a "every request needs to be filled and fast" mentality, that led to just... not filling any.

So! I'm going back through my inbox, and deleting some older ones that I don't have a clear vision/motivation for. I apologize to anyone who requested them, though by now it's possible they're long gone~ But I think this will help me not only start enjoying the creation process without feeling so overwhelmed, but also start actually getting more content made~

There are definitely a bunch that I still adore, and am thrilled to get to test out, but if there's one you remember sending, and you really want to see it completed, please feel free to send another ask saying what it is you want done, and I'll see if I can get that going <3

And if you've stuck it out to the end here- uh hi! ^^ I'm sorry this is so long, I'm such a words person, but I appreciate you so much, not just for any support you've offered, but just bothering to read this <3 I genuinely didn't expect most to make it this far, so thank you so deeply <3 and I hope to see you guys around as I start reblogging stuff more!~

[melverie]

Aaaaaaahhhhhhhh today I've been constantly experiencing the urge to un-private today-in-the-devildom & start writing for it again

[spilling-blood]

I still don't get all my rb notifs so if you leave me tags in something I might not see it and I'm sorry.

[fragmentedblade]

I've been reading about xiangqi a bit and now I'm even more obsessed with that one video of Jing Yuan

[greenleaf4stuff]

Thank you so much @plotdesigner for sending this to me! <3

Using this to tell the amazing ppl I know that I love their stuff and am so thankful for their efforts (be it fanfic, fanart, memes, graphics, edits, theory posts etc) - you make this site a richer, more lively place and I feel like stepping into a confectioner's shop whenever I open my dash because of you! <3: @ailendolin @radiant-sunlight-blueberry @fumbles-mcstupid @hextechmaturgy @plotdesigner @themalhambird @janacariad @illegalcerebral @wowstrawberrycow @gauntletgirlie @thephoenixandthecrocodile @cestpasfaux24601 @askereiniongilgalad @adarssuggestionbox @myblacksailstales @shestoodintears @eowyn7023 @itwillbeourswansong @valar-did-me-wrong @varda-star-queen @rivendellwatch @finchxs-reverie and soooo many others! <3

i made this version of that popular cake meme as a love letter to my favourite artists, writers, editors etc who keep making content about my favourite characters/ship

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I LOVE YALL!!!!!!!!