#anyway this was fun and i liked how it turned out pls support

[artemisiasmuse]

Hey so ur insanely fucking talented I JUST read ur latest prompt if u have the time 🙂‍↔️ can we pls get a prompt of rafe going through readers Pinterest acc just to find that hidden board she’s so secretive about since she feels like ‘it’s too early for That and rafe wouldn’t like it’ and when reader finds out she’s just all prissy and a lil embarresed and rafes just all adorable about it <3333 anyways ly and take care it could be long too just dump ur head innit

ANON YOUR MIND i want to kiss ur brain, thank u for the support i appreciate so much :((

cw: fluff^2, some manhandling, height difference

rafe finding your wedding board:

he’s using your laptop for some work thing he can’t delay and since he’s at your place it just makes sense and you don’t think twice about it

once he’s done he notices your open tabs and while rafe is vehemently against snooping he can’t help himself but click on the “<3 wedding <3” pinterest tab he finds it full of rings, dresses, ceremony, decorations, cakes, and even invitation pictures. he thinks it’s sweet and he’s about to leave it alone, chalking it up to another girly thing, when he notices the description of the board. “for me and rafey one day” and then he decides no he can’t leave it alone. he takes a few pictures of the rings, for later, and tries to leave your laptop just as it was

he finds you in your room, putting clothes away into your closet and can’t help but think how you would in a wedding dress or just how pretty a ring would look on your fingers

you notice him staring, turning towards him with a smile, setting down the clothes you were folding, “all good?” he decides he’d much rather find out where you head is at, were you waiting for him to pop the question? you guys were young sure but not that young.

“uh huh, saw something interesting though.” his hands find your hips, turning you around so your back is to the wall. he knows you’ll try to run, so he gently walks you two backwards until your back is against the wall. you’re so trusting all you do is look up at him with wide eyes, he wonders if he should be concerned with how easily you let him manhandle you

“yeah what’s that rafey?” you mumble, taken with how strong your boyfriend is and how good he looks in a plain white tee. it should be illegal

“rafey there’s that name, you know you and rafey could make ‘one day’ a lot sooner.” he smirks down at you, leaning down with his arm resting next to your head, caging you in. you close your eyes as you realize at once what he’s referring to, embarrassment making you unable to meet his eyes. oh god you were so fucked. you’d been dating a while but you didn’t think it was time to bring up marriage! you were scared of rafe finding out and now you’d definitely fucked it up. god how embarrassing!

“hey! you weren’t supposed to see that.” you huff, your cheeks puffing up and you’re practically stomping your feet like a little kid. rafe is endlessly endeared, laughing at your reaction

“oh but you left it open, thought you wanted me to see?” he was crowding you against the wall, leaning down so he was your height and you couldn’t help but blink up at him owlishly. rafe was having too much fun teasing you.

“no i-, it was a mistake okay? just forget you saw it, we’re too young and it’s too-“

“relax baby, i thought it was cute, i was ready to propose on our second date.” he cut you off, there was no way in hell he’d give you the impression he wasn’t all in. your heartbeat stuttered at his words, second date, so early on you hadn’t even thought about a relationship let alone marriage.

“stop teasing.” your cheeks puffed up, if you weren’t so embarrassed you might have cried from how mean he was being. you really loved him truly and deeply, if he proposed you weren’t even sure if you could bring yourself to say no, age be damned.

“i’m not, mrs. cameron” your lashes fluttered at the name, rafe loved how easy it was to read you.

“oh my god.” you groaned, stuffing your face into his chest and making him laugh at your reaction. rafe thinks you should start getting used to the name, it’s gonna be yours soon anyway. now he just has to steal one of your rings to get the size right.

[milessunflowers]

pls pls pls wag!isack or wag!arthur

fuck it we ball why not both

wag!isack hadjar x f1 driver!male!reader

wag!arthur leclerc x f1 driver!male!reader

synopsis: headcannons on how i think arthur and isack would be as wags

author's note: WAG!ISACK AND ARTHUR!!! WAG!ISACK AND ARTHUR!!! GUYS IDL IF YOU CAN TELL BUT I WAS SO EXCITED FOR THIS BECAUSE THEY ARE JUST AALBFWKKSLSD

ISACK HADJAR!

he doesn't go to many races since he is more focused on his writing degree

but he is always live streaming the races from his devices

and totally not live tweeting it

he gets heated if you get a penalty or crashed into

will literally call his friends and just blow off steam in french

and his friends are just like "uh, yeah, totally dude"

he always texts you right after the race and makes sure you're okay if you crashed

and if you win/score points, he's throwing parties to celebrate over facetime

not a man of very encouraging words, but he is very sweet with the words he does gives

he is more of a man of action i feel

definitely tells you he is proud of you but shows it a lot more

wither way, you adore it

plus a lot of his writings involve you

youre his muse

you literally skip a race to go to his graduation

you surprised him there with a set of new pens, notebooks, and even a new laptop

hes just so happy to see you that he practically drops his degree/diploma to hug you

when isack does start going to more races, the fans are absolutely delighted

they ask for his autograph since you only talk about how amazing he is and how he's going to be a bestselling author one day

and he's super friendly to the fans, especially since he stops you so they can get your autograph too

the fans love him more than you now

which to you is the best thing ever

because like who wouldn't love your amazing boyfriend?

ARTHUR LECLERC!

he goes to every single one of your races

always in the garage/hospitality

everyone knows him and sre extremely friendly with him

they adore him honestly

and he's like such a good energy to keep in the garage since he's just so happy

plus he's learning to become either an engineer or a teacher

i couldn't choose because honestly both work for him

plus he would just be the cutest, most sweet teacher out there, am i right?

anyways

so he is also getting hands on experience in the garage (between either helping with the car or babysitting the grid's kids)

and he always has a blast, especially since you are an amazing racer

but if you happen to dnf or have a really bad crash, his entire body just tenses and his face is just stuck in a fearful expression

when you are cleared by medical, he is clinging to you and not saying anything

hes just holding on tight to you for the longest time before he tells you to stop giving him heartattacks at age 24

that makes you smile and forget about the rest of the race

he is also really sweet with the fans and makes sure you spend some time with them (even if you already do) because they support you

and he trades bracelets with them, i feel, because he is just obsessed with them

he has a whole collection in a jar in the entry way to your flat

you even add some in there for him

once more, your fans start to like arthur more than you

so you turn it into a competition (that you ultimately lose)

its all fun and games and makes you both happy

TAGS! (if you want to be added lmk!)

@op-81-lvr-reblogs, @koalapastries, @justaf1girl, @ghostking4m, @spoonfulofmilo, @seonghwaexile, @alex-wotton, @raizelchrysanderoctavius

[joostsblog]

Hii!! Can you write a Joost x Reader where reader goes with him on tour, but they made a mistake with the hotel rooms and reader has to share a room / bed with Joost? 👀

here you goooooooo

to be desired ~ joost klein friends to lovers one shot

My masterlist here ✨💌

Pairing: Joost Klein x female!reader

Description: A hotel room mix-up not only forces you to share a bed with your friend Joost but also some feelings you had tried to hide away for too long.

Word Count: 1.6k

A/N: I hope you like it, if you do pls show your support by reblogging ❣️❣️ send in requests i'm having fun with this! 💌

Warnings: not proofread

"Alright, I'm gonna head out early tonight," you let Adam know. You were backstage at one of Joost's shows, only the last few songs were yet to be performed.

"Already?" Adam asked as he looked up from whatever he was working on.

"Yeah, can you let Joost know later?" you asked although you had already told your friend earlier tonight that you probably wouldn't last long tonight.

"Will do. Keycard's on the desk," he informed you, pointing to the desk by the door where you were standing. Adam was Joost's tour manager and one of his duties taking care of everyone's accommodation which usually included him checking in for everyone and distributing the hotel key cards backstage. You snatched the keycard and waved goodbye to Adam as you headed out.

During the short walk to the hotel you looked around the streets of this city you had never been in before. You were so grateful that Joost had suggested you join him for tour three months ago. The offer came about after you had spent an evening smoking on Joost's balcony, venting to him about feeling uninspired, directionless and stuck in your routine and environment.

"Like, I just wanna be everywhere all the time and instead I'm just in my flat all day every day," you complained to him and he nodded.

"Why don't you come with me on tour?" he had just asked bluntly and your first instinct was to decline. But then you wondered, why not? What's stopping you? You could do your work remotely from anywhere anyway and you loved to travel. Getting out of your usual environment and routine was exactly what you needed and Joost offered you the solution on a silver platter.

"Alright, why not?" you shrugged. Joost got up from his seat to hug you in excitement.

"My best friend is coming on tour with me," he said and you laughed as you hugged him back. What he didn't know is that you longed to be so much more than his best friend, but you declared that a problem for another day.  

"Oh nice," you said to yourself as you opened the door to your hotel room and noticed it was much nicer than usual. It was definitely more spacious and the bed was a queen-sized one instead of a single. You took the opportunity of the early night to take a long shower in peace and do an extensive skincare routine before you plopped down on the bed in your pyjamas. You got comfortable under the covers and pulled up your phone to watch some TikToks before you slowly dozed off.

You were awoken when you heard a beep coming from the door as it was being unlocked. Your eyes shot wide open as you realise that someone was getting into your hotel room as you saw the door slowly open.

"What the fuck! Get out!" you yelled towards the door and you quickly turned on the lamp on the nightstand.

"I'm so sorry," you heard the person at the door say apologetically as they quickly closed the door again. Before the door fell into the lock the person stopped in their tracks. "(Y/N)?" a familiar voice uncertainly asked.

"Joost?" you asked in confusion. The door slowly opened again to reveal Joost standing in the door frame looking just as dumbfounded as you. "Wha-?" you furrowed your brows.

"You're in my room," Joost laughed.

"No, I think you're in my room," you insisted.

"I don't think so," Joost said and held up his keycard as if it would explain anything.

"Yeah, how do you think I got inside?" you asked.

"Adam messed up," Joost stated and you nodded as you laughed nervously. "I'm gonna call him," Joost said as he pulled out his phone. You looked down at your phone to see that the time was almost 2 am. You were not so sure that Joost would be able to reach Adam at this time and your suspicion was confirmed when Joost turned back to you. "He's not answering," he said and scratched his head. "The reception desk is also closed already."

You rubbed your eyes sleepily as you watched Joost cluelessly stand by the door, his bags in hand. "I'm sorry I woke you up," he said after a pause. "I'll check if I can crash in Stuntje's bed or something."

"Isn't he gonna be asleep already as well?" you asked.

"Probably," Joost shrugged.

"And his room only has a single bed," you stated.

"Probably," Joost confirmed.

"Honestly, if you don't mind, I don't mind," you said gesturing to the empty side of the bed. "It's a big bed."

"If you don't mind snoring," Joost laughed.

"I'll manage," you assured him.

"Alright," Joost said and put down his bags. "I'll be quick," he said as he gestured to the bathroom.

"Take your time," you smiled.

It was only a few minutes before you could feel the mattress dip on the other side of the bed and Joost slipped in beneath the covers.

"I missed you at the end of the show tonight," Joost said. You turned to face him.

"I know, I'm sorry, I was just very tired," you said. There was about a metre between your faces as you lay there comfortably.

"When I invited you to tour I was under the impression that my advantage would be that I would get more of you," Joost joked.

"Haven't you had enough of me?" you asked.

Joost shook his head. "Never."

"Well, tonight you're getting a whole lot of me," you said and immediately blushed when you realised how Joost could take your words in the wrong way. "I mean-" you started but Joost just laughed. "Nevermind," you said trying to play it cool.

"This is fun," Joost said. "It's like a sleepover."

"Oh, I've got some bad memories from a sleepover," you said and Joost furrowed his brows.

"How come?" he asked concerned.

"Well," you let out a breath. "For the longest time, I was never invited to them. And then in 7th grade, I was finally invited to one and when we played spin the bottle the bottle landed on me and my crush at the time which meant that we had to kiss - which would've been my first kiss by the way - but he refused to kiss me," you shrugged trying to play it cool. "Everyone else did and he pretended as if kissing me would be the worst thing in the world," you could feel your throat getting tighter as you recalled the memory and what it made you feel. Joost grabbed your hand in yours to comfort you.

"What an asshole," he said. "Who wouldn't want to kiss you?"

"Well," you shrugged. "I don't know anybody," you joked. "I think that moment fucked me up, like still to today."

"How come?" Joost inquired as he used his thumb to softly stroke the back of your hand.

"I talked about this in therapy but I think that this experience and a few others led me to believe that nobody could ever be seriously interested in me, that there was never anybody that desired me," you explained looking around the room to avoid Joost's gaze who was looking at you as he listened intently. "Like I don't think I've ever had anyone try to pick me up or like flirt with me or something."

"That's not true," Joost said with a frown on his face which you discovered as you looked at him for the first time again. "People have definitely flirted with you."

"Sorry, but how would you know?" you laughed.

"Because I flirted with you when we first met," Joost said and your heart skipped a beat.

"No, you didn't," you said.

"Yes, I did," Joost insisted. "I made Appie introduce me to you because I thought you were cute." Your heart started beating faster at the revelation.

"What? I swear I was oblivious," you said.

"Well, I just assumed you weren't interested in me in that way," Joost shrugged and you kicked your past self for missing such an opportunity.

"So, you're telling me I fumbled the bag with you?" you asked, your heart beating almost out of your chest. Joost nodded grinning. "This-" you gestured between the two of you, "could've been something entirely different?"

"Yes," Joost said and paused. "Still can be," he added timidly. You held onto Joost's hand like a lifeline, squeezing his hand tightly. "I think you need to breathe," Joost reminded you as he noticed you holding your breath. "Are you alright?" he finally asked after your silence persisted.

"I want you to kiss me," you finally dared to say.

Joost softly grabbed your face and moved closer to you. Your hands found the back of Joost's head and his lips crashed into yours as if it was the most natural thing in the world. Joost was leaning over you, his hand sneaking down to your waist where a sliver of your skin was exposed by your pyjama set. Your lips moved in sync against each other, tasting every bit of the other. Joost softly put your hair behind your ear after you broke the kiss and watched your face fondly.

"Next time you can tell me sooner because I would've done anything you would've told me to," he said and planted a quick peck on your nose.

"Well, I want you to cuddle me," you smiled.

"That can be arranged," Joost said as he spooned you from behind, pressing a kiss to your shoulder blade. "Maybe we should thank Adam for the mix-up."

[auvrorsa]

if i didn't know better - r.c

pairing: rafe cameron x ex!reader

warnings: death of a child, grief counselling

prompt: two estranged lovers join the same support group. this is the first meeting.‍

author's note: this is my first time writing fanfic so pls be kind!!

It's been exactly six months since your daughter passed away.

It's been exactly five months and thirteen days since you had last left your house, until now. Here you stand, like a fish out of water, outside the community centre that holds the grief support group once a fortnight.

It's taken all this time for your friends to manage to convince you to at least try it out. That's the only reason you're here. You didn't believe in any of this therapy shit, but you promised them you would try.

Taking a deep breath, you step inside the building. Now or never.

The room is heavy and you find yourself overwhelmed. This is too much. Too soon, You think to yourself. Just as you turn to leave, someone who you assume is the leader of the group announces it's time to start.

It's busier than you thought it would be, you think as you all take your places in the school chairs that have been placed in a circle. There must be at least twenty-five people here, including yourself. It almost makes you feel less alone.

"Hi everybody, my name is Linda and I'll be hosting this weeks' support group," the woman introduces herself. She must be in her sixties. She has dark brown hair that sits in ringlets and her skin looks almost sun-kissed. You notice that she has soft wrinkles from smiling, although there's no sight of a smile when you look at her today. Immediately, you recognise her as one of your own. You may not know Linda, but it's obvious to anyone who has experienced loss that this woman has been there too.

She continues, pulling you away from your observation. "I wanted to start this session off by saying thank you. Thank you for trusting me and everyone around you with this and thank you for coming. I hope that you all are able to find some semblance of peace after your time here."

Everyone acknowledges her statement with a nod. You swear you even hear a sniffle from across the circle.

"To start off with, we're going to be-" Linda is interrupted by the door bursting open.

"I'm so sorry I'm late. I, uh-traffic was a bitch."

Your head immediately snaps up. You would know that voice anywhere. After all, you have spent the best part of your life in love with it and the person who owns it. Sure enough, your eyes lock onto the father of your daughter.

Rafe Cameron.

Seeing him here threw you through a loop. Of course, Poppy was his daughter too but… Rafe had never exactly been the type of person to sit down and talk about his emotions. It's partly why you two ended. That and losing Poppy. Neither of you were the same, you never would be. Your daughter had taught the pair of you the most valuable of lessons and now she was just… gone. It was cruel. Soon enough, you started arguing and he started staying out late drinking with his friends. In the end, you both realised you needed to separate. You both reminded one another of what you had lost and what you could never get back.

He breaths out your name, breaking you out of your stunned daze.

Linda looked between the pair of you, clearly confused. "Thank you for joining us, Rafe. It is so lovely to have you here. Do you two… know each other?"

Rafe looks at you for a second, trying to determine whether or not to open up the bag that you've both spent the past six months trying to close. He must see something on your face because he shakes his head, "Not really, just both from the same side of town."

"Oh, okay. Anyways, take a seat and we'll get started," Linda says with a warm smile on her face.

Once Rafe takes the last seat, which just so happens to be directly opposite you because of course it is, Linda explains how the session is going to work. Starting with herself, she will introduce herself with a fun fact about herself and then explain why she's here.

"Hi everybody. My name is Linda and I also teach yoga outside of this group. I'm here today because almost five years ago, I lost my husband of thirty-one years to a heart attack."

After Linda, the person to her right introduces herself and so on. It's mainly people who have lost their grandparents or parents. You feel eyes on you and immediately know who it is. When you meet Rafe's gaze, you know you're both thinking the same thing. You're both thinking about how unfair it all is.

Maybe that makes you both horrible people but it's what grief does to you. It takes the person you once were and tears you apart, right through the middle, until you're nothing but a scrap piece of paper.

When it gets to your turn, you're shaking. Somehow, you manage to stand up.

You begin by introducing yourself, "I don't really, uh, have any cool facts about myself. I'm here today because six months ago today I, uh," tears well in your eyes. "I lost my daughter. She, uh, had an allergic reaction at her friends house and she- she didn't have anything to help her." You look at Rafe, seeking that same source of strength from him that you always have, but find nothing. He's simply staring back at you with tears rolling down his own face. The pair of you must be a mirror of each other.

Linda hands you a box of tissues and apologises to you quietly whilst the next person takes their turn.

Eventually, it's Rafe's turn. He rubs his hands on his jeans as he stands.

"Hi guys. My name is Rafe. The coolest thing about me is that I was Poppy's dad. And that's why I'm here today. Because I'm nobody now that she's gone." That's all he says before he sits back down and once again looks at you. A silent conversation being had with just your eyes.

I'm sorry, you say. Me too, he replies.

You both stay like that whilst the rest of the group takes their turns. Simply staring at each other, tears in both your eyes.

Finally, Linda's voice brings you back to reality, announcing that the session is over. You and Rafe stand at the same time and slowly walk over to the door.

Once you both get outside, you head towards the car park. As fate would have it, you find that Rafe has parked next to you. Of course he has.

"This is me," you explain, waving your thumb in the direction of your car. "I know. I remember," is all he says.

Rafe turns towards his own car. He has his hand on the handle when he stops and turns his head towards you. "I miss her. Every single day."

You physically feel your heart crack even more at the crack in his voice.

With tears rolling down your eyes, you reply. "I know, Rafe. So do I."

The next thing you know, Rafe's strong arms are wrapped around you. This is the closest you two have been since you broke up and fuck have you missed it.

"I'm so sorry. It was my job to protect her and I didn't-"

He cuts you off before you can even finish your sentence, "No. No. We did everything we could and- fuck, no one could have protected her from that."

He holds you for what feels like hours, until your sobs turn into mere sniffles.

Pulling back slightly so he can look down at you, "Are you sure you're okay to drive yourself home?"

"I- uh- I should be. Thank you, though."

"Always. Text me when you get home."

You nod softly at him as you get into your car.

When you get home, you pull up Rafe's contact on your phone.

YOU: home.

He reads it almost immediately, as if he'd been waiting for your text.

Rafe: good. Rafe: i'll see you at the next meeting.

[norris55s]

lucky - carlos sainz

professional show jumper reader x carlos sainz social media au

a/n: this was a request that took me actually forever to get to i'm so sorry lol but i hope i did an okay job with it! don't know much about show jumping but i hope it turned out well anyways. fc is jessica springsteen!

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carlossainz55

carlossainz55: Weekend off photo dump 🐎🫒

ricciardofav: carlos is a horse girly? we love to see it

sainzfirst: i love him sir

norrislove: why is his hair like the horse’s hair LMAO

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y/nusername

y/nusername: Good company. :)

mercedessupreme: everyone is here from that crazy girl on f1 twt

piastrigirl: i mean it IS two wine glasses like the one on Carlos’ photo and the horse does look alike

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f1waggossip

f1waggossip: Y/N L/N, a professional show jumper was seen at the paddock today at the Spanish Grand Prix, re-kindling rumors of a romance with Carlos Sainz. Although unconfirmed, she is rumored to have attended as a Ferrari guest, but she wasn't seen with Carlos.

russellstan: i can't believe we clowned that girl on twitter

allforhamilton: do we actually have pictures of either of them at each other's workplaces or are we making shit up for fun

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carlossainz55

carlossainz55: Trying out fun, new and unexpected things. 💚

landonorris: hard launch much? happy for you mate

sainzlover: i'm gonna pass out

formulaferrari: I TOLD YALL

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y/nusername

y/nusername: Feeling good about life recently

scuderiacarlos: girl how would you not feel good he looks so handsome omg

mclarenlove: this is so crazy and chaotic i love it plus she looks so chill

formulaferrari: i love being right

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y/nusername

y/nusername: Supporting another prancing horse for the weekend

carlossainz55: Only faster!

piastrigirl: official wag paddock debut let's gooo

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carlossainz55: He is Lucky but I am luckier.

y/nusername: I'm the luckiest

scuderiacarlos: this is so sweet pls

sainzlover: sleeping on the highway 2nite

sainzfirst: joining you

[theboyzism]

[ATEEZ] friends with benefits | mingi

➳ genre: smut/suggestive, very light angst-ish? (minors dni!) ➳ ficstyle: bulletpoints ➳ pairing: fwb! mingi x gn!reader ➳ warnings: friends with benefits relationship, very slight smut, dirty talk, jealousy, hint of angst pls let me know if there are any missing!

HOW IT STARTED

mingi was jealous

not just jealous but furious

he was not used to having competition

it's was the third time in the same week that yunho had left to go meet up with you, a regular occurrence by now

now while yunho and mingi didn't exactly have any plans for today, he certainly saw you as a threat, someone who made yunho ditch him

and he couldn't understand why yeosang, who was the only ateez member to have met you so far, liked you so much as well

yunho was quick to notice mingi's huff when your name left his lips

"you know you could just come with. give them a chance, i know you'd like them"

mingi was curious to meet you indeed

he wanted to give you a piece of his mind for stealing his best friend

but when he took yunho up on the offer he didn't expect to take an interest in you

contrary to his initial thought of you

he finally understood why yunho and yeosang liked you so much

instead of feeling annoyed whenever your name was mentioned

he now felt excited

the three of you quickly became a trio with the occasional yeosang a quadruple

but you know what they say about trios..

anyways

while yunho was down with a cold and nursed by seonghwa, mingi still decided to come over to your planned movie night

you liked mingi

maybe there was even a little bit of attraction from your side

but you two had never hung out alone before and it was super awkward now without yunho

the air got even more suffocating when a sex scene came on in the movie

mingi let out a cough while blushing, trying to look anywhere but at the tv or you

"it's just sex mingi" you chuckled, trying to overplay the awkwardness

while you didn't seem completely innocent, he blushed even harder at your words

the taunting tone of your words making him feel as if you were challenging him

turning to you, he raised his eyebrow

"so if it's just sex, you wouldn't mind doing the same with me?"

while you were definitely trying to rile him up, you didn't expect him to feed into your little game

"please, i doubt you could get me to cum as fast as she did, she seriously has no self-control" pointing at the tv you failed to notice mingi's eyes narrowing

and now you had done it

"you're on" was all he said before pulling you onto his lap

and so it became a regular thing

HOW IT WENT

you were doing it quite frequently

thanks to mingi's high sex drive

it was all about having fun

and during that time you two just got closer

eventually becoming extremely good friends

now neither of you told yunho

you just blamed your hanging out on being good friends, thanks to yunho

often when you'd hang out together, mingi would offer to take you home, while yunho already went back to the dorm

yunho didn't know when exactly he became a third wheel amongst his two best friends

let's just say that you two tried to not be obvious but you weren't exactly doing a the best job

mingi would love to explore sexually with you

trying all kind of new things

and he'd be so sweet too

i feel like he would spoil you with small gifts

"oh this little bunny keychain? it reminded me of you"

would always support you and listen to every word you say

except for the sneaking around

you could almost swear he was acting like your actual boyfriend

HOW IT ENDED

now everyone has their flaws

and one of mingi's was that he could get uncontrollably horny

while mingi had reassured you were alone at the dorms

you still felt it was extremely risky

promising to be quick and needing some sort of relief, mingi had already positioned himself

and as soon as he started thrusting himself into you

the worry in your brain had been replaced with pleasure

surprisingly it all seemed to go well

that was until you had put on your clothes and made your way into the living room, yunho sitting on the couch, waiting for you two

yes he knew for quite some time now

and while he didn't really care cause it's not his business

he had a problem with both of his friends lying to him

and honestly he felt left out in the friendship

you thought mingi and you were on the same page

however that table turned when yunho asked if it was just a fwb thing or if there was more

while you were confident to say that it is just sex

mingi was not

staring at him wide-eyed, yunho took the cue to leave, excusing himself

"what the hell do you mean with 'it is not just sex'?"

mingi could always read your emotions well

except for this time

"shit y/n, i cannot lie to him or to you"

when you just looked at him, mouth still parted in shock, he walked over to you, closing the gap

"you think i didn't fall in love with you? i want us to date, i want to be your boyfriend y/n"

you could feel your stomach twist

you didn't want to hurt him

but you simply didn't feel the same way

turning him down must've been one of the hardest things in your life

the way you saw him cry for the first time

you blamed yourself more than anything

you should've noticed his feelings sooner

before it got too serious

that way you would've never broken his heart

if yunho wouldn't have been there to confront you two, how much longer would it have gone on?

while you were still close to yunho and after some suffering successfully made amends, your relationship to mingi was superficial, if even existing at this point

seeing him move on with someone else felt oddly painful

it made you feel jealous and hurt

you wanted mingi to be happy, you really did

but you just couldn't feel entirely happy for him, not when we was with someone else

while it felt like the little gifts he gave you were looming over you

the bunny keychain decorating your backpack

deciding to toss them into a box and into the deepest corner of your closet

no matter what you did or which methods you tried

you couldn't move on from him

deciding not to be the asshole that first rejected him and then wanted him back as soon as he got into a relationship

you never told anyone how you felt

simply swallowing your pain

unbeknownst to the fact that he wanted you just as much

[3-2-whump]

Caretaker Ask Game!

I thought I’d try making an ask game list of questions, focused on those who fulfill the caretaker role in whatever story you’re working on

Special thanks goes out to @whumped-by-glitter and @generic-whumperz for helping me come up with questions for this list!

Who 👤

Who are you?

Who are you taking care of?

Who is whumpee (to you)?

Who do you turn to when you need caretaking?

Is it just you taking care of whumpee, or do you work with a team or a support network (doctors, therapists, kindly neighbors, etc.)

Who is whumpee more likely to turn to when they need help: you, whumper, or they try to figure it out themselves?

What ❓

What is your caretaking style? (Permissive, tough love, smothering, etc.)

What were your initial impressions of whumpee? Have those changed in the time you’ve gotten to know them?

What is the worst thing whumpee has gone through?

What is something your proud of whumpee for?

What is something you wish whumpee would improve on?

What would you say to whumper, if you could say anything to them without consequence?

When 🕒

When did you realize you were a caretaker?

When did you first meet whumpee?

When did you realize something was going on between whumper and whumper that wasn’t entirely consensual?

When did you realize you cared enough for whumpee to do something to help them?

When did you begin to loathe whumper for what they’d done to whumpee?

When have you ever lost patience with whumpee?

Where 🌎

Where do you live? (House, spaceship, tent, etc) Does whumpee live with you?

Where can you find whumpee on a bad day?

Where is whumpee’s favorite place in your home?

Where do you think whumpee will end up once you part ways, if applicable?

Do you know where whumpee is right now?

Where do you see you and whumpee’s relationship 1, 5, 10 years from now?

Why 🤔

Why are you doing this? (Caring for whumpee)

Why is whumpee staying with you, if applicable?

Why is whumper entrusting whumpee to you, if applicable?

Why does it have to be you taking care of whumpee?

Why do you think whumper did what they did to whumpee?

Why or why won’t you get revenge on whumper, if applicable?

How 🛠️

How do you calm whumpee down after a nightmare/panic attack/whatever is applicable in your case?

How do you cheer whumpee up when they’re having a bad day?

How well do you think whumpee has adjusted to normal life?

How do you live with the guilt of what happened to whumpee?

How do you show compassion and patience when whumpee lashes out and seems to have given up hope?

How do you take care of yourself?

Y’all should not let me pick out emojis lol

But anyway have fun, and pls ask away! These are questions I either want to ask other peoples caretakers, or questions I want people to ask my caretakers, so go ahead 😊❤️

[nottthemuse]

three: go-bags.

summary: when you're asked to be the supporting act for daisy jones and the six, how could you say no? there's only one issue; figuring out how to manage your regression around these strangers.

pairing: little!fem!reader x daisy jones and the six (platonic)

word count: 1.8k

content warnings (chapter specific): all works on this page are sfw. reader regresses as both a coping mechanism and a trauma response / reaction to extreme stress. reader typically regresses to around five or six and is little quite a lot of the time! little!daisy. cg!karen. reader is embarrassed about her regression and tries to hide it. daisy is like a big sister and is a bit bossy but its all good <3

author's note: hi hi hi! i'm an age regressor however i am still learning terminology and how to cope with this myself. if anything i say is in any way shape or from hurtful please dont hesitate to let me know or correct me as my intentions are not to harm anyone! i'm still learning so please be gentle with me! if there are any other content warnings you think should be added pls lmk! aspen out <3

Karen went for a nap when you hit the road, so you and Daisy have been keeping yourselves busy with an array of sticker books on the recliner sofas. 

You find it easy to be small around Daisy. Maybe ‘cause you’ve had a long week or maybe because its just easy to be small around Daisy, because she is small, too. Neither of you are holding the other to impossibly high standards to act like adults. Instead, you let yourselves act however you see fit, and there’s nothing wrong with that. 

You find that Daisy’s a bit bossy, but you’re not really complaining. She’s not mean, just assertive, anyway, so you don’t have a problem with that. 

“No, this one goes here, silly,” Daisy instructs, guiding your hand to put a sticker of a horse on the page. “On the grass, not the sky.” 

Karen materializes in the doorway separating the main area of the tour bus to one of the ‘bedrooms.’ She cocks a hip and tilts her head to one side as she watches Daisy and you play with the stickers. A tiny smile plays on her lips as she adds two and two together. Its not hard to see; you’re not as good at hiding it as you think you are. She tip-toes across the room before crouching down in front of the recliners you and Daisy are sitting in. 

Daisy’s face lights up as she sees Karen but she stays put and giggles as you press a sticker onto her cheek. You’re too engrossed in the sticker book to even notice Karen is there until Daisy pipes up. “Hi, ‘Ren,” She giggles.

You rear back as if you’ve been slapped and clear your throat, trying to make yourself big again. You mindlessly play with Bambis ears— Daisy was true to her word and surrendered her favourite teddy over to you to play with, and even sleep with, too. 

Karen laughs and reaches out to ruffle Daisy’s mane of red curls. “Hey, baby.” Shes kind enough to act as if she hasn’t noticed you playing with Bambi. “What you guys up to, hm?” 

You clear your throat again in the hopes that your voice won’t sound as childish when you answer her. “We were playing with stickers.” You mentally slap yourself when you fail miserably and sound even smaller than you feel.

Karen doesn’t say anything about it. She simply nods her head, listening intently, and continues carding her fingers through Daisys hair. “That sounds fun. I reckon you girls must be hungry, huh? Do you want me to make you both a snack? What do you fancy?”

Daisy perks up at the idea, eyes shining wide with a mix of excitement and hunger. “Sandwiches?”

Karen grins. “I think I can rustle something to that effect up, yeah.” She turns to you. “Sandwiches sound good to you, honey?” 

Your heart melts at the nickname and it makes you want to sob. No one’s ever been this nice to you before and it feels strange. Not in a bad way, though. You don’t want Karen to know. Not yet, at least. “I’ll make something later. Don’t worry.” 

Karen raises an eyebrow. “Neither one of you have eaten since we left Cali. That was hours ago. Honey, you must be starving.” You shake your head, but she’s never been one to give up easily, so she takes an angle that she hasnt had to use in a while; bargaining. “How about I make ya a sandwich, anyway, but you don’t have to eat it, m’kay? It can just be there if you get hungry. How does that sound?”

Youve always been stubborn but even more so when you are small. You psych yourself up to protest again but she fixes you with a firm but kind look that has you sighing and relenting. “Okay.” 

Karen smiles softly and reaches out to give your knee a reassuring squeeze, testing the waters to see how you’ll react. She knows some littles don’t like physical touch, while others crave it, so she just wants to see what will work for you and what doesn’t. When you don’t shrink under her touch or pull away, she makes a mental note of it, tucking the information away into her mind. “What would you like on it?”

“Peanut butter and bananas,” Daisy cuts in, peeling a sticker off the page and pressing it onto Karen’s cheek before reaching for her hand. 

Karen laughs and lets Daisy hold her hand. “I know what you want, baby. You’re a creature of habit.” 

“What kind of creature?” Daisy wonders aloud. “Oo, can I be the Loch Ness Monster?” 

Karen ducks her head to hide her smile. “Sure, baby. You can be whatever you wanna be.” 

“Do we have jelly?” You pipe up, hiding Bambi behind your back so Karen won’t see it (which, in all reality, is a futile attempt, because she’s been watching you with the stuffed animal for the last ten minutes). “Strawberry?”

Karen can’t help but smile as she nods her head. “Yeah. We have strawberry jelly. Is that what you want?” 

You shrug. “I’ll make one later. Was just wondering is all.”

Karen hums non-committedly. It’s clear that she doesn’t believe you, but she’s not going to call you out on it like she would Daisy. Although she has her guesses, she doesnt know just how little you are or how you will react if she says the wrong thing. She has to wait it out until she knows you a bit better. 

Without saying another word, she stands up and moves to the little kitchenette off to the side, where she pulls a loaf of bread and the condiments out of a cupboard. 

You and Daisy go back to playing with the sticker books. Deep down, you know you’ve been caught out— it does not take a genius to figure that one out— but ignoring it and denying it if confronted seems like the best option for the time being. 

Karen soon comes back to the recliners with two plates. You try to ignore the sandwich and the expectations that come with it as she sets the plate on the wooden table in front of you.

Daisy practically inhales her sandwich before it has even touched the table. The crusts are cut off and it’s cut into star-shapes. 

“Little bites,” Karen chastises gently. Daisy slows down and Karen smooths her hand down the length of her back soothingly. “Like that, good job.” 

Daisy seems to get bored of the sticker books and pulls out a tangle toy to keep her hands busy as she eats. 

You don’t want Karen to get suspicious, so you inch the sticker book away from you to make it look like all this time you were just helping Daisy. You lean back in the recliner, feeling the smooth leather under your skin. You can feel Karen watching you out of the corner of her eye as you curl your hands under your head and drift off to pass the time. 

You must be out for a few hours at the very least because the next thing you know, Karen is hovering over you and shaking you awake. Her expression is soft as you stir and rub the sleep out of your eyes. “Hey, sleepyhead,” Karen murmurs, voice gentle as she props herself on the end of the sofa. “We’re at the store. Daisy said something about wanting to show you something inside? I said I’d try and wake you up first, because she would’ve body-slammed herself onto you given the chance.”

You laugh softly as you sit up, trying to get a solid grip on your surroundings. “Mhm. Sounds like Daisy.” You mutter fondly. 

Karen chuckles under her breath. “Yeah.”

As if summoned by her name, Daisy exits the bathroom, wiping her damp hands down the front of her blue denim dungarees. Her face brightens when she sees that you’re awake. “Ready to go?” She flops down beside you. 

You nod and blink the remaining sleep out of your eyes again as you run a hand through your hair in an attempt to flatten it out. 

“C’mon then,” Daisy takes you by the hand and pulls you to your feet carefully. Karen blocks her path before she can get far and she huffs. “What, ‘Ren?”

Karen arches her brow. “That’s a lot of attitude, don’t you think?” Daisy shuffles on her feet and Karen drops it. “I’m giving you twenty minutes on your own, okay? I’ll wait outside of the store for you, and if you’re not there in twenty minutes, I’m coming in and finding you. Got it?” 

Daisy resists the urge to roll her eyes. “Okay, ‘Ren, I get it.”

Karen’s lips twitch as she presses a chase kiss to Daisy’s forehead. “Alright. You head off then, sugar. But the two of you are to stay together, alright?”

“We’re big girls, ‘Ren!” Daisy insists. She huffs and puffs but takes your hand anyway, leading you inside the store.

Karen lights up a cigarette and shouts after the two of you. “Twenty minutes!”

“Twenty minutes!” Daisy echoes back, bouncing on the balls of her feet as she tugs you through the aisles.

“What’re we doing here, Daisy?” You ask, eyeing up the rucksacks that she’s stopped in front of. 

Daisy does roll her eyes this time. “We’re making you a go-bag, silly.” She says, practically bursting at the seams with excitement at the idea. “Now, pick a rucksack.” She nudges you forward with her hip. 

You tentatively pick up a black rucksack and peer inside. It’s big enough to hold all the things you’ll need, so you hold it close to your chest. “This one.” 

Daisy doesn’t berate you for how simple it is. Instead, she takes your hand and wanders around the store until you stop in another aisle. “Do you use pacifiers?” She asks quietly. You shrug, heat rushing to your cheeks, and she takes that as a yes. She snatches up a purple one and moves onto the next aisle. 

By the time you both make it to the register, your go-bag is well and truly prepared, with things from coloring and sticker books to fidget toys, to crayons and a few stuffed animals of your own. The cashier packs all your items in to your rucksack and, with one minute to spare, you and Daisy leave. 

Karen’s waiting outside of the store, golden hair shining as the sun-light catches it. Her eyes land on the rucksack clutched in your hand, and although she has an idea what is inside, she doesn’t comment on it. “Did you girls have fun?”

“So much fun, Ren!” Daisy rambles about the upcoming tour as she takes Karen by the hand and the three of you make your way back to the tour bus.

[bxttxrflybxddie]

|Dating Mime Bomb|

a/n: GOD i love this mime skdjlsbdksbdks pls let me be self-indulgent lmao please enjoy

pairing: mime bomb x gn!reader

post type: headcannons

requested: yes!

word count: 750+

warnings: thieving, major fluff, brief mentions of past bullying, possibly brief mention of monogamy? (mentioned how you're his fav person), might make a pt. 2, or a drabble, or a continuation that isn't safe for minors lmao idk it's 4am!

Mime Bomb adores you! There’s no use hiding how you’re running through his mind all day. Even if he wanted to, he couldn’t, since anybody could guess from the lovestruck expression on his painted features. He wears his heart on his sleeve.

He’s your biggest supporter, for better or for worse. He’s always up for tagging along on any mischief (preferably criminal) you’re up to. He keeps an eye on you since you’re his favorite person, but invite him anyway! It's the thought that counts!!

Working together on missions is a blast. (Both of you working for VILE or not.)  Between romantic gestures and getting some needed alone time, the beautiful scenery changes the setting from an expedition to a date. Even if VILE doesn’t land their sticky fingers on a prized artifact, you and Mime Bomb never leave the area empty-handed. (You’re holding each others! And perhaps stolen property.)

Indulging in his interests is one of the best ways to make him feel appreciated. Get him some merchandise from a musical and he’ll reward you with either mimed kisses or a gift in return! You don’t need to tell him what you’re interested in, he knows from his pining before you two got together. (Tell him anyway, he’ll love that you want him to know your passions.)

Downtime is the best time. As much as he likes his mime getup, and how loveable you may find it too, Mime Bomb bare-faced in ordinary clothing is a beautiful sight. He can rub his face on your chest/lap/head/shoulder/etc. without worrying about redoing or transferring his foundation, you get a peek into his everyday style, and you can finally see how red he gets after flustering him.

Tease him, be relentless. He’s been bullied, picked on, and made fun of his whole life. He can take just about anything you give him out of pure experience. Lovingly satirize him but give him the space to do it back to you. Not only is this great for inside jokes between the two of you, but it’s almost healing for him. To laugh with someone instead of being laughed at is something he never processed since he was always the butt of the joke. It’s like rough-housing but with words and actions instead of physical contact. Physically tease him too, lingering touches and featherlight kisses make him swoon.

Kissing him, lipstick on or not, is an art form between you both. It’s sacred and cherished, with the everlasting fear that each lock of lips might be the last. Holding hands is also attached to sweet moments. Since he normally wears gloves, it’s not often you’re allowed to feel the skin of his palms or the bones of his knuckles. He’ll allow you to paint his nails, but he normally chooses black so prepare to stock up.

He does daydream about a future with you. Either by a continuation of your relationship now or maybe something big and new. He wants you by his side and him by yours through thick and thin. You’re his person; his rock, and he tries to let you know in every little shared moment. 

Mime Bomb is arguably the stealthiest operative that VILE has had, which means that he’ll be completely silent without always meaning to. You’re jumpscared constantly, but you learn to get used to it since it’s an accident. Little do you know that he purposefully shocks you sometimes, he thinks it’s cute. He also lets you get away with a lot more than he should just because he thinks you’re adorable. Stolen items, deceiving others (not himself, to make that crystal clear), even possibly joining Team Red, He’s turning a blind eye. If your actions carry a heavy burden to conceal, he’ll expect a prize. (Date Night is now THRICE a week!!)

Unsurprisingly, not a bad significant other. What he lacks in experience is made up in enthusiasm. Your dear mime is a theater kid and a hopeless romantic, so he’ll sometimes pull actions or lines (nonverbally) from scenes of movies, musicals, and even a few shows. If you know what he’s referencing, act out the corresponding part to see him stumble before regaining his confidence. 

He feels incredibly special that you’re in his life and your presence is doing wonders for his mental health. Knowing that someone is in his corner after so many years is a comfort he’s never known before. However, he’d like to learn and repay it if it’s with you.

© BXTTXRFLYBXDDIE

[chrollosbm]

Sunflowers Fields: a Choso Love Story Chapter Six

You're broken from a past relationship, thinking you only deserve the worst. Choso comes along, making you realize you deserve the world and more. Will your ex-boyfriend let you go without a fight? (Choso x black!reader, yandere Choso)

Previous Chapters Here

pls support me on ao3, it would mean the world to me

“Girl. You fucked him, didn’t you?!” 

You looked down at the table, embarrassed, as Andrea basically shouted her accusation in the crowded, quiet cafe, disturbing the peaceful atmosphere. As expected, a few heads turned your way, looking at the two of you in shock. You could never show your face here again.

“Pipe down, will you?” You whisper-shouted at Andrea, giving her a death glare. Her mouth shut quickly as she looked around, noticing a good amount of eyes on you two.

She grabbed her coffee mug with two sleeve covered hands, and took a sip of her latte, but you could tell she was mostly doing it to cover up her smile, not caring in the slightest that she just announced to everyone that you were sexually active. She put her mug down shortly after, a smug smile on her lips. This woman had no shame at all.

“Well, did you?” She asked again, this time at normal volume. “You have a glow to you that screams ‘I’m getting dicked the fuck down.” She finished, giggling.

You rolled your eyes and shook your head in disbelief at her uncaring and unfiltered attitude.  “If you must know, Choso and I have not officially slept together yet. We have fun, but we haven’t actually done the deed yet.” You used your fingers to put air quotes around “the deed.”

It’s not like you didn’t want to sleep with him, in fact you were the one always begging for it when he used his fingers, as if that would be a good substitute for the obviously large package he was carrying. He would always decline, claiming you weren’t ready, and very cockily at that. If you knew anything about Choso though, it was that he meant every word he said. He never comes off as egotistical when he makes bold claims, always proving himself when he makes a declaration. 

So, you would listen to him, as you always do, and accept the mind-blowing orgasms he would give you anyway, not needing to do the full thing just yet.

She looked at you with a bewildered look on her features, her eyebrows shooting up at your answer. “You mean to tell me, you two have been seeing each other for over a month now and he hasn’t given you any pipe?” Her tone was disbelieving and it was your turn to bring your mug up to your lips to hide your face now, embarrassment written all over your features. 

Okay, so maybe it has been a while.

You and Choso had been hanging out for a little over a month now, with him taking you on different dates each time. Some (most) of these dates resulted in him coming over afterwards to devour you, leaving you with tears staining your cheeks at the end of it. He seemed to have an obsession with eating you out, which you of course had no problems with. Why would you? All you had to do was sit back and have him erase all your troubles via orgasm, so there were complaints from you whatsoever. You were perfectly fine with cumming on his beautiful face, making a mess of it with your juices. He always volunteered, wanting to “feel less stressed after a long week of work,” as he would say. You weren't sure how giving you mind-blowing releases, all while refusing to let you touch him would make him feel better, but you decided to drop the issue, knowing he wouldn’t budge regardless.

You put your mug down with a cringe, feeling obligated to have this conversation, even though you really, really didn’t want to. “Just because we haven’t had sex doesn’t mean we haven’t done stuff…” You trailed off, knowing what her incoming question would be. 

“Stuff like…” She trailed off as you put your warm mug down, savoring the taste of your caramel latte, and gave her a glare. You were never one to share personal details about your sex life, as Andrea knew well enough. You never spilled the beans about you and Suguru’s intimate life, so you were confused as to why she thought things would change. Then again, it’s not like she ever asked, being that she despised the man.

You scoffed at her and she raised her hands in defense. “It’s not like I asked you a personal question or something.” She claimed, all seriousness in her tone and face, and you were still silent in disbelief before you let out a laugh. If that wasn’t a personal question to her, then what the hell was?

“You cannot be serious.” You continued laughing, and her eyebrow raised slightly, telling you she was being genuine.

“I am one-hundred percent serious actually.” She leaned back in her chair and folded her arms, face as straight as ever. “I tell you about Kento and I’s sex life all the time! Like the time his tongue did that thing in my-”

You put your hand up to stop her from finishing her sentence, not wanting to hear a repeat of that tale ever again. “If I tell you, do you promise to never tell me that story again? Especially in public.” You put emphasis on the last sentence and she rolled her eyes but nodded anyway in compliance.

You sighed, relieved. You loved her, but sometimes she shared way too much information about her sex life. Nanami would probably have a heart attack if he knew how much knowledge you had about their extracurricular activities. He was a very private person when it came to ”personal matters” between he and his wife, while on the other hand, your best friend was not. Maybe, hopefully, she only shared this personal information with you and no one else, being that the two of you are best friends. Still, you would never tell Nanami what you were aware of.

You finally answered her question, speaking in a low tone, not wanting to draw too much attention to you both again. “He just gives me head a lot. Really good head.” You shrugged, trying to act nonchalant, as you crossed your legs just thinking about it. Just a couple days ago he made you cum three times in a row. He had a real obsession with seeing you writhe under him, begging and crying, you were beginning to notice. 

“Damn girl!” She started, an impressed look on her face. “That’s it? You don’t return the favor?” She asked and you simply shook your head, shrugging your shoulders once again. 

That bewildered look returned on her face. “So…” She smirked, mischievously. “Bitch, you bagged yourself a munch?” She whisper-shouted at you and you laughed loudly at her response, not caring this time if people heard you. 

You never thought about it like that, but maybe he was. He refused to let you give him a blowjob or even a handjob in return, always wanting to satisfy you and not have you worry about him. You still did worry, of course. You wanted to please him just as much as he was gratifying you, and not just because he was always doing so to you. You genuinely wanted to see him scramble under you for a change, wanting to show him he wasn’t the only one who had a filthy mouth on them. 

You laughed, snapping yourself out of your dirty thoughts. “I guess so.” You nodded at her, and  continued drinking your hot latte, taking in the atmosphere of your favorite cafe.

It was officially getting cooler outside now, meaning you had to opt out of your favorite iced lattes and stick to hot drinks. You didn’t particularly enjoy cold weather, but the cooler months rolling around meant your birthday was approaching. You were less excited for this birthday, with the fact that you were in your mid-twenties now scaring you. As a child, you figured you would be married and at least considering children, but, here you were, not with the man you thought you would marry, meaning no kids for you just yet.

The thought of you being married with children to Suguru disgusted you now, knowing that marriage only amplifies problems, instead of magically fixing them. Being married to a serial cheating liar? No thank you. Having children with one? Fuck no.

“Alright, babe. I gotta go. Need to start shopping for dinner tonight.” Andrea said suddenly, grabbing her mug, and standing with a light stretch, grabbing her very expensive sweater and designer purse from the back of her chair with her other hand. That woman was too spoiled by her husband for her own good. “You gonna be okay here by yourself?”

You pouted at her having to leave so soon. The two of you have been so busy these days, not being able to see each other much due to you having to work five days a week, and her being busy volunteering during the weekends when you were free. 

“Yeah…” You said sadly, then forced out a smile. “I have to get some work done. I’ll be fine.” Your job was letting you work from home for the week, and you were more than overjoyed at the sudden change. You decided to take your laptop to the cafe to work there instead of being cooped up in your apartment, which was full of way too many distractions.

She noticed the look on your face and gave you a sad smile back. “We’ll be together again next week. You think I would miss your birthday weekend?” Excitement filled her large brown orbs. “I’m officially calling dibs on you that weekend. Make sure the sloth knows.” She finished with a laugh and you gave her a confused look.

Sloth?

Realization hit your eyes as she turned away and began walking towards the door, with a smug look on her face. “Is Choso supposed to be the sloth?” 

You had been in the cafe for a few hours now, working hard with music blasting in your ears. You were on your second latte now, and you just finished a chocolate croissant. Not the most balanced meal, but it was pushing you through all the paperwork you had to do. Luckily, you were finishing up and were able to leave soon, onto your day of relaxation. You looked at the time and saw it was only three PM. Perfect.

You barely noticed when the chair in front of you pulled out, and out of nowhere a pale, black ring covered hand waved in front of your face. Your eyes snapped up in confusion, then realization and dread quickly filled your orbs at the sight before you. You snatched the headphones out of your ears with force.

“What the hell are you doing here?” You asked, hostility laced in your tone at the unwelcomed man before you.

There sat Suguru, in front of you with a pained expression on his face. His hair wasn’t in its signature bun, instead falling down and hitting his shoulders. His pierced ears were covered in black earrings and dressed in a casual and comfortable dark outfit that you didn’t let yourself pay too much attention to. He always looked handsome (and he looked absolutely delectable now,) but you couldn’t care for that at this current moment. You needed to know why he was sitting in front of you, interrupting your work day with his less than desirable presence. 

The way the two of you left things off wasn’t ideal, but you were getting to a point where you didn’t care for closure with him. You were perfectly fine with how your life was going without him dragging you down, making you miserable. You also had Choso, who was showing you that you didn’t have to settle for the shit Suguru had put you through. Everyday, he was showing you beyond what you deserved, and you were relishing in it.

He finally spoke, his deep voice snapping you out of your thoughts. “I wanted to see you.” He sighed and ran his hands through his dark, silky hair, trying to avoid your eyes

You were confused. “And you knew I was here, how?” You asked, folding your arms and sitting back in your seat, obviously annoyed and ready to make your departure.

“Dollface, we dated for two years. You think I wouldn’t know where you would be if you weren’t at work or at home?” He shrugged simply, as if he didn’t just admit to going to both your apartment and your job, asking for you.

“First of all, do not call me that. Not anymore.” The nickname you had grown so fond of over the years now disgusted you. It now reminded you of the deception and manipulation you so easily fell for, it reminded you of all the pain he caused. “Second of all, you showed up to my home and my place of work? Have you lost your mind?” You gave him a perplexed look, not backing down from the intense stare he was giving you back, obviously trying to intimidate you. No way. Not anymore.

He scoffed and rolled his eyes at you, which made your blood boil. How dare he be the one with an attitude? He’s the one who came here, ruining your peaceful workday, spoiling the one place you came to for solace.  

“Well seeing as you blocked me everywhere, I had to find some way to see you, didn’t I?” He said, simply, resting his fidgeting hands on the table, as if what he wasn’t saying wasn’t absolutely insane.

You couldn’t believe him, showing up to your favorite cafe, borderline stalking you at that, attempting to carry on the same bullshit cycle the two of you had been continuing for far too long. It angered you to another level, causing the death scare you were giving him at this current moment. You noticed him dart his eyes from yours, noticing your dark gaze.

You gave an irritated sigh and narrowed your eyes at him. “I have nothing to say to you, Suguru. You were blocked for a reason and you will remain blocked after this conversation.” You responded, conviction in your words. You looked around the cafe to make sure no one was paying attention to the two of you. You had already been embarrassed once today. The small shop was almost empty now, the morning rush being finished hours ago, but you still didn’t want the few lingering patrons to hear you. “Now leave me alone. I have work to do.” You said simply and began looking at the words on your screen, not even reading them, waiting for him to leave.

You knew it wouldn’t be that easy when he didn’t move a muscle, continuing to stare at you pretending to work. Why wouldn’t he just fucking leave? You truly didn’t care to talk to him at all, his presence was only bringing up horrible memories and feelings. 

Nights spent screaming and crying alone, waiting for him to come back to you. 

Nights calling him over and over when you knew he was out cheating.

Loud, screaming matches with him when he did show up, lasting for hours.

The memories no longer gave you sadness, but pure anger and disgust. Disgust with him, disgust with yourself.

You quickly realized he wasn’t going to leave without getting whatever he had off his chest, so you finally gave up. Whatever it takes to get him out of your face and as far away from you as possible. You should’ve convinced Andrea to stay with you, or just went back to your apartment, where you could’ve ignored the door when you saw his desperate ass standing on your porch. 

You sighed, defeated, and closed your laptop softly, darting your eyes towards the man before you, who sported the most depressed look you had ever seen on his face. You almost felt bad. Almost. 

“What is it?” You let out, folding your arms again in your chair to show your clear annoyance. “You have five minutes.”

The features on his face brightened softly at your words as he nodded. “Okay…” He started, getting to the point immediately, knowing you lacked patience. “I shouldn’t have left you that morning.” His hand was running through his hair again, strands falling delicately on his face, avoiding your eyes with a sigh. “I just didn’t know what to do. You seemed so done with me. With us.” He pointed his finger between the two of you before continuing.

“I fucked this up between us. I’m the reason it hasn’t worked out, but damn it,” His eyes shot to yours, an unreadable expression in them and this felt way too familiar. “I can’t live without you, dollface. I can’t sleep, I can’t eat, I-” He stopped mid sentence and sighed again, before continuing with defeat in his words. “I need you. I miss you. Please.”

You gave him a closer look in the face, noticing he had lost weight, he had dark bags under his eyes, and the skin on his cheeks were red, compared to his usual perfect pale skin and while he was always on the thinner side, you had never seen him this thin. 

You could tell he was being sincere and that scared you. Terrified you, even. You were moving on, happy with your current situation with Choso, whatever it was at the moment. You didn’t want Suguru to burst down your doors,  ruining your happiness. It was like he was a black cloud who came to dim your suny, beautiful day. That’s what he had always done, dimming your light, making you think you were the thunderstorm in everyone else’s life, when it was really him bringing darkness to your light.

No matter how honest and sincere he was being though, you couldn’t let him come in and continue to ruin your life. You were finally beginning to leave him behind, and you couldn’t let him continue to hold you back anymore. 

So you shook your head at him, intent on standing on what you told yourself before. You were done. “No.” You simply said.

He cocked his head, confused, obviously not expecting you to reject him. You began speaking again before he had the chance to talk. 

“I’m done, Suguru. End of story. I’m tired of hearing the same thing from you over and over again. Even if you are serious this time, I don’t care.” You spoke, brutality in your voice, but you couldn't care less, he deserved this. “You’ve lost me this time. I’m not continuing this toxic cycle with you anymore.” You shrugged at him and began stacking your mug on your plate, 

getting ready to leave him behind, not caring to hear his response. 

He scoffed at you and a look of anger gathered in his eyes. “How can you be so fucking heartless?” He seethed at you and you froze at his hypocrisy.

You knew he was just trying to get a rise out of you, but you weren’t going to let him make you out to be a villain. Not when you weren’t the  problem in this situation. You knew it wasn’t worth it, but you couldn’t run away from a fight and he knew that.

“Oh, fuck you!” You said a little too loud, gaining a few looks from other customers. You cleared your throat, suddenly embarrassed. Yeah, you were never coming here again. You continued, anyway, quieter this time. The damage had already been done. “You don’t get to call me heartless when you were sticking your dick in anything that moved, regardless of my pleas for you to fucking stop. I’m not the manipulative, gaslighting asshole that got off on hurting those who only wanted to love him.” You let it out on him and placed your laptop in your shoulder bag, officially done with this conversation. 

You got up from your seat, giving Suguru one last look of disgust. He was currently having the nerve to sport a small smirk on his face, knowing he got to you. Fucking asshole. 

“For the last time, leave me alone.” You stressed to him, bending down to his sitting figure, your words cutting like knives.

You sat up and turned on your heels, beginning to walk towards the door, proud of yourself. Who cares if you lost your temper? He deserved it and more. You felt relief wash over you as the words spilled out your mouth, realizing that you did need closure, after all, even if it was just another argument with him. 

As you reached the front door of the cafe, you heard him say words that gave you chills throughout your entire body, striking fear in your chest. 

“I’ll get you back. Like I said, you aren’t going anywhere.” 

There was a sinister tone in his words as he finished speaking. Goosebumps raised on your skin, but you decided to leave the coffee shop, too scared to turn to look back at him, the door ringing as you left.

Chapter Seven is Posted

[justsomerandomfanfic]

Marvel and Dc Matchup pls! Im a straight woman with brown hair and amber eyes, I wear glasses but dislike wearing them because I got bullied when I was younger because of them. Im very insecure about myself but will protect the ones I love,mostly im cheerfull but i also can be very sad quickly(moody) sometimes grumpy ( mostly in the morning). I'm easily worried and feel easily stressed. I will always do my best and always want to help people Kinda goofy and derpy sometimes. I also like to tease , I can be very pervy also and sometimes am a little socially awkward. I'm rather clingy to the ones I love. I do love animals, plants and games! I have sometimes migraine (but luckily enough not that much) INFJ , Hufflepuff . Tysm!

Hi! <33333

I'm sorry this took a hot minute to post!

I really hope you like your two matchups!

<3

(Also, I'm a Hufflepuff too!)

Romantic Matchups; Marvel and DC

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Romantic;

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Marvel;

Tony Stark -

You joined the Avengers as a consultant, offering your expertise in strategy and tech.

Your goofy demeanor immediately caught Tony's attention, as it was a breath of fresh air in the often serious environment of the team.

He was surprised Nick hired you, him being a very serious guy and all.

Tony actually accidentally hurt your feelings when he first met you.

It was completely unintentional.

He was just joking around.

But when you didn't crack a smile or laugh back, he knew he messed up.

And so, he apologized and offered to buy you a new car.

Your cheerful personality and occasional moodiness intrigued Tony, who would tease you endlessly but always knew when to stop - after that first meeting - and offer support when you were feeling down.

You'd play video games together in the common area.

Tony isn't the best at video games, but he loves playing Mario Kart with you.

You both are very competitive.

Your love for animals inspired Tony to adopt a rescue dog for you.

Which just turned into co-parenting the pup.

It was a fun bonding experience.

Tony would make it his mission to cheer you up whenever you were stressed, often dragging you to his lab to "help" with a new project, and get your mind off things.

If you are in the mood to go out, don't even think for a second Tony wouldn't take you out on the town!

If you are in a fancy mood, Tony will take you to extravagant restaurants and other such locations.

If you are in a chill mood, then expect nothing less than cuddling on the couch while watching your favorite movie in his in-home movie theater.

Yeah, friends can cuddle, and you and Tony cuddle a lot.

You'd help Tony maintain his plants in the Tower's greenhouse.

At first, when you brought up the greenhouse, Tony didn't even know what you were talking about.

Turns out there were a lot of rooms that he didn't know about.

There was a room in the Tower, on the 15th floor, that was just a trampoline park.

Anyway, you helped with those plants.

At this realization that you loved plants, Tony ended up calling you 'Flower' if he was along with you, and 'Green Thumb' when he was teasing you.

Tony started noticing how protective you were of him, especially when he pushed himself too hard.

Your worry and care warmed his little robot heart in ways he didn't expect.

You realized your feelings when Tony stayed up all night creating a migraine-relief device with Bruce just for you after you casually told him about your migraines.

The tension built up as your teasing turned softer and more personal, with lingering looks and small touches that neither of you acknowledged outright.

Even the cuddling grew more constant.

And there was just something different about it.

Tony's confession happened during a late-night conversation in his lab.

He was fiddling with a piece of tech while you rambled about your day.

And then, out of nowhere, he said, "You know, you're my favorite person, right?"

When you asked if he was joking, or teasing, or pulling your leg, he responded with, "No jokes this time. You mean a lot to me, and I'm pretty sure I'm in love with you."

He had said it so casually, you thought you were hearing things.

Tony would shower you with gifts - not just extravagant ones.

But thoughtful ones tailored to you and your likes, and personality.

Like a notebook for your plant sketches or a cozy blanket for your cuddle sessions and naps.

He loved waking you up in the morning with coffee, grinning at your grumpiness, and teasing you until you cracked a smile.

But he is quick to also bless you with good morning kisses.

Despite his playboy past, Tony was incredibly devoted to you, often surprising you with little notes or flowers just to make you smile.

Stargazing on the balcony with him explaining constellations he “totally didn’t just Google.”

Lazy Sundays spent lounging on the couch, you reading a book while he tinkered with gadgets.

Dancing in the kitchen while waiting for the coffee to brew, Tony twirls you around despite your protests that you’re not a good dancer.

Tony would build a soundproof, plant-and-book-filled space in the tower for you to retreat to when you were feeling overwhelmed.

He would also learn to cook your favorite meals, even if he sets off the fire alarm.

You'd help organize his chaotic schedule, ensuring he eats and drinks, and has enough time to relax before going off the tinker or meetings.

You'd surprise him with little heartfelt gifts.

Like a framed photo of the two of you or a playlist of songs that remind you of him and your relationship.

You, and Tony, and your cute little pup, are one happy family.

~~~

DC;

Bane (The Dark Knight Rises) -

You met Bane when you were caught in the chaos of Gotham's criminal underworld.

Despite his intimidating presence, he saw potential in your strategic mind and recruited you to help with his plans for Gotham.

Initially, you worked together out of mutual necessity, but your loyalty and determination earned his quiet respect and trust.

Bane admired your ability to stay cheerful despite the harshness of your past and surroundings.

At first, he questioned you, your cheer, but after a while, he understood.

This took quite some time - his trust - but what took even more time to earn was a little chuckle from him after you jokingly teased him about something.

He admired how you weren't scared to say what was on your mind.

You would often patch him up after fights with any rivals or Batman, scolding him lightly for being reckless.

He found your concern endearing, though he'd never admit it outright.

Late-night strategy sessions where you'd work on plans together, sharing ideas over cups of coffee and tea, or whatever you could find to drink that was good.

Bane would send his henchmen out to grab drinks and snacks for you.

Sometimes even takeout.

Bane found himself protective of you, going out of his way to ensure you were safe and comfortable.

You realized your feelings during one of his rare vulnerable moments, when he told you about his past in the pit.

Bane's confession was subtle, almost hidden in his actions.

He brought you a single rose, placing it in your hand without explanation.

When you asked, he simply said, "It would be... Good for you, if you were to stay here... With me."

Was Bane asking you to move in with him?

In the sewers?

Uh, yes, please.

Despite his stoic, buff nature Bane was deeply affectionate in private, along with incredibly protective. As said.

He'd hold you close and whisper reassurance when you are anxious.

When cuddling before bed, Bane would hold you incredibly close. So close, the cold air couldn't hit you. So warm.

Cuddles are the best with him.

He'd always ensure that you felt secure, both emotionally and physically, making you his top priority, next to taking over Gotham.

Quiet evenings spent reading together, with you leaning against him while he listened intently to your favorite stories.

Walks through Gotham’s quieter areas, his presence making you feel untouchable.

Cooking meals together, with you teaching him how to make simple dishes and laughing at his overly serious approach.

Sharing blankets during cold nights, with Bane insisting you take the larger share to stay warm.

But he would also keep you warm, this guy is an oven.

He’d craft a space where you could feel at peace, away from the chaos, filled with plants that don't really need direct sunlight.

He would defend you fiercely against anyone who dared to upset or hurt you.

Will snap someone's neck for you (*/ω＼*)

You’d keep him grounded, reminding him of the softer side of life and encouraging him to take breaks.

You’d gift him small tokens of affection, like hand-drawn sketches of places you dreamed of visiting together.

You are both a very powerful couple.

[poeticallyspiteful]

hi!!! new follower here but could u pls write something for rafe where reader is not having the greatest day (sick, period, just plain sad etc etc) and rafe doesn’t really know how to make her feel better, so he goes and buys a plethora of gifts for her ranging from flowers to chocolate to (maybe) lingerie etc etc etc u get the vibes

*maybe reader sees his google history and it’s him looking up what to get someone when they feel like crap hehehehe*

all for you

rafe cameron x reader

fluff

cw: the common cold, one sexual innuendo/joke, mentions of a hypothetical meth lab…anyways, ooc rafe (as always??)

summary: reader feels sick, rafe don’t like it, yadayadayada they very cute and stuff <33

notes: HEY BABE, thank you so much for the request and i rlly hope you enjoy!! this was so fun to write and i think it turned out real cute <33

16+ please!!

“rafe, what—”

“shush.”

rafe kicked the door shut behind him, arms too full of shit to use his hands. four different types of soup sat piping in a paper bag hanging off his right hand, picked up fresh from ‘the wreck’, while three boxes of the softest kleenex known to man sat in a plastic back wrapped around the same wrist. this load was nothing compared to his left arm, which supported two overflowing bags full of goodies and medicine to help mend your ailment:

the absolute terrifying blight of the common cold.

but to rafe, this was enough to warrant a soup kitchen delivered to your door. it’s not like the extravagance was a burden on him anyways; he could’ve bought every pint of ice cream and every bag of cough drops in the store and it wouldn’t make a dent in his back account.

“rafe, honey,” you laughed, wiping under your stuffed up nose. “i just asked for cough drops. what’d you do, looks ‘em up on web md?”

rafes eyes went wide, and he looked at you like bewildered deer in headlights. “h-how’d you know that?”

you snorted. “it was a joke, but the reality of it is much more funny.”

“mhm,” rafe hummed sarcastically, tossing three flavors of cough drops onto the comforter. “and for the record, i got your cough drops; the top brand for sinus and cough relief, according to google.”

you had called rafe at 9:30 that morning, asking him to bring you some cough drops as your throat was hurting, and your roommate had left for a vacation two days ago. and of course, rafe being the doting, overprotective, boyfriend he was, was tripping over his own feet to get to his car.

you gave a lopsided frown. “this is too much, baby, you don’t have to spend all this money on me.”

rafe shot you a look somewhere between amusement and concern. scoffing, he started organizing his purchases on the bench by the foot of your bed.

“you should really stop saying things you know aren’t true,” he chided, carefully pulling open a cup of chicken and rice soup and stirring. he looked up at you through hooded eyes and grinned at the sheepish smile on your face. “i’ll spend as much money on my girl as i please.”

“well you please a lot.”

rafe laughed softly, towering over you as he lifted the spoon to your lips, gentle as ever. “do i now?”

you felt your cheeks burn, and not just because of the soup, which you accepted gratefully.

“thank you,” you mumbled, face getting impossibly hotter as he sat down on the bed and continued to spoon feed you, brushing hair off of your forehead all the while.

“you’re very welcome, sweet girl,” he whispered, voice still raspy from sleep in a way that made your stomach erupt in a swarm of warmth.

hesitantly, you leaned into his chest, accepting his arm around your shoulders and the kisses he left in his path up your jaw and the side of you face. with one final brush of his lips on your hairline, he spoke.

“i’ve got lots more soup, and some snacks, ice cream, enough drugs to start a meth lab—”

“rafe!” you giggled, but he shushed you, laughter bubbling in him just the same.

“it’s all good, lovely, no underground drug rings here,” he reassured, entire body loosening as it settled into his happy space; you.“‘s all for you.”

all for you.

[undeadbanjos]

Pls tell us about the divorce over fic

pffft yeah okay. but i warn, it's not as fun as it sounds. so. tw for an abusive marriage/relationship.

story time.

so those who follow me currently probably know me primarlily for being one of three people crazy over wishshipping or joey wheeler in general in the yugioh fandom. particularly writing a good 80+ chapter long fic.

however. this was not my first fic. my first fic... was for in space with markiplier.

for those who dont know, markiplier (yes, the youtuber) actually has his own series of (mostly) choose your own adventure videos. and theyre all connected. his last series of videos was split into two massive parts, and he did this q&a after it was all said and done and someone asked if he'd ever do a part 3.

he said, "no, that's up to one of you guys to write."

well after 3 days of obsessively checking ao3 no one had taken up that challenge and even though i had never written a piece of fiction in my life the hyperfixation was so strong i sat down and started writing.

and dear god something came over me. i had 8 chapters written in the span of a day.

for a while, id post two chapters a day. which is...insane. like why the fuck did i do that? but eventually i managed to narrow it down to one chapter a day (which i know is still insane and for some fucking reason is what i currently do when in my writing fits.)

being this manic long fic writer that came out of no where i started to get some attention. memes were made in support of my story. people were talking about it. hell, i started to make friends, really a first for me in fandom space. someone made a joke about making a discord server. i asked if that was a legitimate interest to anyone and i got an overwhelming yes from several people so, i made one.

my husband at the time, found out i was doing something different in my off time. i'd put the baby to bed and go to my computer and start writing. i was laughing a lot more and checking my phone a lot (for fic comments, a habit i still have while in my posting fits). finally he confronted me.

"What is it you're doing on your phone all the time?"

"I.... wrote a fanfic. I get a lot of comments."

"Is it a smut?"

annoyed, I confessed that yes, there were a few smut chapters. He asked if he could read it. I gave him the link.

he was deeply disturbed by the smut. (He didn't even read the rest of it. like....the actual story I was writing.) the smut? I mean dude you could go look at it but I mean it's pretty vanilla sex between two consenting fictional adults, but whatever. I knew he wouldn't like it. at this point in our marriage he had already stated everything I liked was annoying.

anyway. when he found out I had made friends... he got really upset. he didn't want me to have other "influences tainting my mind." i shot him back with the fact he has friends online, so why couldn't i? he didn't like it, but he warned me to be careful.

then i met sitch.

those of you who know me are nodding their head. ah, yes sitch. those who have stumbled upon this rambling probably can tell this is where the story takes a turn because i know how to set things up. by god ive written like 160 chapters of fanfiction at this point.

anywho. this guy comments on my fic and asks permission to make fanart for it. this was so fucking wild to me. fanart? for MY fic? like who would have thought. i reply enthusiastically with a yes and tell him im on tumblr so please tag me so i can see it. a few days pass and i get a dm. it's the same guy. he's made the fanart. i love it. we chat a little about the fic. about in space. about music. slowly it starts creeping into talking about life. about anything, everything. it was kinda wild how i had met someone and felt like ive known him forever. this of course, is sitch. when the discord thing came up, i decided to ask him for help, because i literally didnt even have a discord at the time.

sitch helps me with the discord. we find some mods. we open the floodgates. swear to god about 40-50 people come in. some are more chatty than others. we all chat like good friends. i update the fic daily. we all find out we relate to each other a lot. we have movie nights and game nights. i continue writing the fic, even getting help from sitch at this point. he's become sort of my beta reader. (and now he's my editor thank god the yujou means friendship people have no idea how blessed they are)

i realize. fuck. these people...really relate to me. like me even. and i like them.

and sitch....sitch in particular...i really like.

i am in deep shit.

at this point, my husband is making it well known how much he disapproves how im spending my time. not that... he wanted to spend time with me though? he locked himself in his office and would play his own games. what he didnt like is i had found people that i relate to. that i could talk to. meanwhile i was reaching the point i was afraid to say literally anything around him.

at this point, he started teasing me about "having a crush on markiplier" and he would "joke" about me leaving him for markiplier or some shit. He started arguing with me about sexuality and gender out of no where, knowing what my stance was on it.

I don't really want to get into what my breaking point was.

A few weeks went by. I started to confide in my friends, and I started to confide in Sitch. One night, my brain came up with some logic that if I told him about the feelings I was developing (because they were only growing) he would reject me and we'd laugh it off.

Unfortunately it wasn't so simple.

For a week we were in this odd stalemate. Living in different countries but talking constantly. Having essentially an emotional affair, but knowing there was nothing really to do. I had no belief that I could make it on my own, and I knew I would get a lot of backlash from my family if I were to leave my husband. The weekend came and my husband got it out of me. I had feelings for one of my online friends. And I had confessed it to him.

My husband took my laptop and went through the messages. All of them. i fled to my parents house and tried to warn sitch that he had my laptop.

The next day, my husband convinced me I needed to delete everything. The discord server. My Tumblr. Even the fic. He essentially convinced me I was at an all time low of horribleness, and I believed him.

A week later I couldn't take it anymore. I missed my friends. Id sadly felt more loved by them than anyone around me. Which yeah, is pretty damn pathetic. I left my husband, and found my friends had already made a new discord, waiting for me. They had downloaded the fic, which I slowly re-uploaded and eventually finished. And sitch and I slowly built our relationship, have now met in person, and we're hoping he's able to move down here soon.

So yeah. I wrote a Markiplier fanfic and it led to me getting a divorce. Which honestly, thank god. I don't want to think about what would have happened to me if I hadn't.

[amburly]

Diamonds and Rust

  A/N: this is my first time writing pls be nice.. this kind of sucks i have the writing level of like a 6th grader. i honestly dont know what ill make this fanfic into bc im indecisive. this is not a reader x challengers, i made a character. i might have a short blurb on Mae and who she is just because i think this chapter didn't get it out much idk. i gave tashi's dad a name bc i think he needed one.

WORD COUNT: 1444

Chapter 1 of Diamonds and Rust

3:21 PM - September 9th, 2006

US Junior Open Finals

Everyone's eyes were on Tashi. She was great. No, not great, astounding. She hit every ball, moved with precision, her backhand was killer (from what I was told, I don’t know anything about tennis.), and through it all, she still looked model-material. If I saw her walking on the street, I’d think she was a famous model, not the winner of the girl’s junior single final. I mean, she’s not the winner, yet, but Anna wasn’t looking good. Apparently she was racist, and couldn’t stand losing. Anna had also been losing her past matches, but she begged her coach to put her in anyways. Her ego was bigger than the universe. The glare from the sun made Tashi look like some sort of angel in her Adidas tennis dress. I could see her wings, I swear.

“Come on!” Tashi yelled. I felt a little bolt of electricity go through me. I never knew Tennis could be so intense. The audience started clapping and cheered for Tashi, as they should. When I watch all those other, boring, tennis matches, they seem.. Bland. They don’t have the liveliness and enthusiasm that this game has. They don’t have Tashi. Anna started clanking her racket on the floor, something that Tashi never did. Tashi was always controlled, along with her anger. I could tell by Anna’s screams, she was ticked off by the applause and the “come on!”, even though I couldn’t even understand German. It was Tashi’s turn to serve.

6:56 PM - September  9th, 2006

Gerald’s (Tashi’s dad) car

 The sound of guitar solos and musicians that died way too young filled the air of the minivan. Gerald was playing some of his 70s music. Lots of Led Zeppelin and AC/DC. 

“Tashi, you were.. Phenomenal.  I mean, I almost shed a tear.” I said, teasing her. 

Tashi chuckled shortly, before taking another sip of those appalling green juices. Sincerely, they tasted more like factory-made chemical-induced poison. Honestly, the poison would taste better. “Thank’s Mae. Y’know, I honestly thought I would faint while playing or something. It’s so hot. I don’t know how these Californians do it.”

I chuckled. It’s true, it really was hot.

 “Oh hey, you excited for the party tonight?” Tashi questioned.

“Uhm, yeah. Of course.” I said, lying, with discomfort in my tone. 

I gave a reassuring smile, because I knew Tashi wouldn’t believe me. She could always tell through my lies. Maybe she was intuitive, or I’m a really bad fucking liar. It’s probably that I’ma  really bad liar. I wasn’t one for parties, Tashi was more  of the party-goer, which made sense, because she was invited to lots. I had more fun eating ice cream and rotting on the couch, watching reruns of Psych. Without Tashi, at parties I’d just sulk around and stick in the corner. I was probably only there for the food, or because I was forced to go. 

“You don’t have to lie. I know you don’t want to go. Be honest, I’m your best friend.” Tashi replied

“Uhm, well, I want to go, for the cause and all. Even if I'm not a big fan of parties, I'm still going. I want to support you and your career.” I said.

“Well, it’s going to be fun. We’re gonna dance, drink, and take pictures!” Tashi exclaimed, trying to cheer me up.

“That doesn’t sound too bad.” “Mae, I am really glad you’re going. Maybe you’ll meet a boy or something?” Tash said, in all seriousness, like the thought of boys were going to cheer me up.

“Trust me, that is like the last thing I’d go there for. I’d rather go to see paint dry than.. Boys.” I said with disgust.

I was lying. I cared about boys.. A little bit. They were tolerable. Though, I had to keep up this fake demeanor, that Tashi couldn’t even see behind, that I hated romance. I wouldn’t try to act like I wouldn’t mind it, if it wasn’t that cheesy. But, if one thing was for sure, it had to be genuine. I have to have a real connection with them - something like love-at-first-sight. They have to be true, and gentle, and kind. I loved very few people in my life, one of them being Tashi. Tashi was the opposite of me. She got all the men, I wouldn’t blame them. She was beautiful, athletic, smart, and confident. She was perfect.

“We’re here girls.” Gerald said, pulling up to the parking lot of the party.

I took a look at my window. It was huge. I mean, I’m talking about a big-ass castle and a whole dance floor, all of it. Our heads turned to him. “Now you girls go on out to the party, I’ll be back, I need to go talk to your coach for a minute. Kay girls?” We nodded, thanking him for driving us, before leaving. I patted down the dress Tashi gave to me for my birthday. She said it’d be perfect for any party, and that I’d looked gorgeous in it. For once, I believed her.  I looked good, better than usual. And Tashi looked impeccably stunning, as always. It was a satin pink dress, with sparkly rhinestones on the top, and flowers and their stems stitched onto it. It was down to my ankles, so I couldn’t trip on it or anything. I paired it with some heels from my mother’s closet. She gave me the “comfortable ones”, although it felt more suffocating than comfortable. Tashi was wearing her designer dress, the one that Adidas paid for. I can’t believe my childhood friend is getting sponsored by Adidas. Adidas! She really is going places. Her dress matched her gold hoops. She looked stunning. If I thought before that the sunshine looked good on her, I should’ve seen her in the moonlight. 

“Mae you look.. Beautiful. You’re actually gorgeous.” Tashi complimented, looking at the dress, then my face, that I did my best doing makeup on. I chuckled, looking down. I couldn’t help blushing, Tashi wasn’t the type to compliment. At least not like this. “Thank you Tash. Now, I think the folks at Adidas await your arrival.” I say. We hoop arms and get to the party, where we’re met with a bunch of eyes on us, and noises. Especially the noise of Anna Mueller crying over her second-place. She’s wiping her tears, while having a bunch of people around, comforting her. Beside her is the second place trophy she got. “Look at Mueller..” I whisper. “God I hate people like that.. Sore-losers.” Tashi said, scowling at the sight

“She’s a fucking racist too.” I rolled my eyes, along with Tashi, before we began to get our drinks.

People came and congratulated her at the drinks table, it was quite a crowd. Some of them even talked to me, wanting to know what I was doing with Tashi Duncan. After all the people came and went, we’d been talking for at least an hour. The talking already wore me down, and we still had more time at the party. At least I was here with Tashi. “Let’s go dance.” Tashi said, nudging me. I nodded, and followed her to the dance floor. The music was one of Tashi’s favourites. Hot in herre by Nelly. I guess it did fit the theme, it was, technically, hot in here. I could feel the body heat from the other people dancing already. God, why did this game have to be in California? Tashi took the lead in dancing, getting hyped up by her other friends. I chuckled, seeing Tashi so happy, made me happy too. I turned around, wanting to go get another drink, and saw 2 pairs of eyes staring at us. Two boys, one with golden blonde hair, a sleek look and a pink dress shirt, the other a boy with a blue shirt, a cheeky face, and hair as dark as the night. And as soon as I started to really see who they were, the one with the black hair looked right into my soul and gave me a boyish grin. The type of grin that’d make cars stop, lightning struck, and girls faint. I looked away as soon as I could. My heart is pounding. What the fuck? How could I be so scared and attracted at the same time by just a grin? He, quite honestly, had the grin of the Pillsbury Doughboy, and he still made me react that way. Who was that? And then, it struck. He was Patrick Zweig.

[metvllic]

hey hey hey everyone! i'm queso (she/her, 21+) and i bring you actual, factual doofus, lee jihye. i'm working on her stats, bio, and wanted connections but i'll have a brief version of them under the cut! i'm super excited to be here and plot with all of you and get to know you and your lovely muses! i have discord available for plotting if you hate tumblr messaging as much as i do. anyway, without further ado, here's more about jihye! trigger warning for the briefest mention of physical abuse. edited to add: pls click the lil heart down there and I'll come bother you in your messages!!

miss ma'am is 29 and has no idea what she wants to do in life. she doesn't know shit about fuck. she's paralyzed by indecision and making the wrong choice so she just...doesn't do anything.

her power has helped her, at least, have a career that keeps her from being on the street or completely poor. without her job as a personal trainer she'd have nothing as she doesn't have a support system. her dad was an abusive alcoholic and her mom loved her and did her best but never got them out of the situation so as soon as jihye was able she disappeared into the wind.

if you knew her prior to her turning 20, when she was im nari, no you didn't. she doesn't acknowledge her past or who she used to be and if you call her nari, she'll gaslight you to hell and back.

she has the same power as her dad, which is its own can of worms that she's not addressing or getting help for.

she really did move into the apartment for a washer and dryer because she hates the laundry mat and would sooner yeet herself from a building then sit in one for hours again.

sis can't be serious for more than 20 consecutive seconds without panicking and making a joke or immediately disengaging. she doesn't do conflict.

she's been in the apartments for 4 years and is probably still a stranger to most because she sleeps weird hours and is always operating on gremlin time.

she's always eating junk and subsisting on cigarettes and energy drinks.

she's got a good heart but she's just constantly overwhelmed by everything and was never given good coping mechanisms. hoping we can find her someone in the rp that can help her move past her crippling indecisiveness and actually grow.

plot ideas:

obviously because I said she can't deal with anyone who knew her before she moved and changed her identity, we have to have that. maybe childhood best friends and your muse is like, "no, I definitely know you. you do the same thing with your lip she did." and it's just some tom and jerry tomfoolery until she breaks.

a love interest (m/f/nb/etc) that things seemed incredibly serious with until miss jihye blew it up and ditched. the thought of anything serious would terrify her and I'm sure the aftershock of her actions would be fun to rp. I love angst and drama and slow burn so pls give me this?!!

a new bestie. you see this weird chick who's existing on cigarettes and monster and you're 98% sure you've never seen her come in with groceries?? how is she even alive?? and your muse kind of takes it upon themselves to look after her, for whatever reason. at first jihye is skeptical but she comes to enjoy your muse's presence and before she knows it, she's gotten too close and has a new bestie she refuses to let go of.

okay listen. she's never cruel or mean outright, ever, but she is kind of oblivious and her inability to treat anything with the respect it deserves or requires could definitely rub someone the wrong way. I could definitely see someone in the apartments thinking she's thoughtless and rude because of her level of self involvement and not really being used to thinking of others.

her savior. your muse agreed she could use their washer and dryer, whether through constant badgering or the kindness of their heart. jihye brings snacks, booze, cigarettes-- whichever your muse prefers in payment. she's not good at being sociable but your muse can see she's really trying her best despite the awkwardness.

someone jihye flirts with constantly. she's good at smooth talking and chatting people up and is often very forward. your muse has caught her eye. we can plot whether things get more serious or it's just a playful back and forth or just jihye being a greaseball before it grows into a friendship or something else?

throw anything and everything at me. I love fluff, angst, drama, slow burn, toxic, etc.

[dreams-and-honor]

Haunting

ship: a lunar light (adri x isa) (pl: adri & isa & lea) source: kingdom hearts word count: 1253 cw: somewhat suggestive implications/jokes

tag list: @dearly-beeloved @camellias-and-coriander @rebel-wolf13 @sunstar-of-the-north @mahitoslittlebird @goldenworldsabound @edencantstopfallininlove @sosoftandsweet @dorothys-wife

Idk how busy I'm gonna be tomorrow so we're posting a Halloween fic TONIGHT.

Though the party had been a success, neither Adri nor Isa had anticipated having to drag their dearest and closest pain in the ass back home. Admittedly, Isa did not refrain from complaining the whole way about the fact that they probably should have.

Adri was tasked with unlocking the door while Isa supported Lea's limp weight and, after doing so, showed the prior mercy by continuing to assist him with the latter.

"Theeere you go, Lea," Adri coaxed the man in question as he and Isa lowered him to his bed.

But not… very well.

Lea lay face down, his head missing the pillow just so as one of his gangly legs dangled over the edge of the mattress. All in costume, minus what his two friends were merciful enough to remove from his person.

"Thanks guys… 'preciate it," came Lea's muffled reply as he refrained from moving.

"Looks like the monsters prevail over the hunter tonight, I guess," Isa snorted before shaking his head with a sigh.

This time, Lea raised a hand, weakly shaking it as if to shoo his two friends off.

"Yeah, yeah, you two go make out on the couch or something."

"Lea!" Adri gasped, blushing and turning his head with an embarrassed pout.

"What?" Lea's voice was still muffled by the mattress. "I KNOW that's what you guys are gonna do now that I'm not third-wheeling ya anymore."

Isa scoffed and shoved Lea's costume tricorn back onto his head with enough force to suffocate him in the sheets for a moment.

"Well this third wheel looks more like a flat tire. Go to sleep, Lea. Happy Halloween." And though seemingly annoyed as usual by his friend's quips, Isa cracked an amused smile towards the end.

"Happy Halloween, hope I pass out before I hear any ghosts moaning and knocking furniture around and whatnot."

Adri and Isa turned around at the same time with a simultaneous and equally annoyed cry of "Lea!" before the man in question's waving gave them the cue to grumble and slam the door behind them.

By the time the two remaining members of the trio managed to make their way to the couch, the most cumbersome parts of their costumes lay on the floor to be picked up tomorrow. For the most part, rather.

"Keep the ears, they're cute," Adri grinned as Isa reached to remove the wolf ear headband.

Isa scoffed, clearly embarrassed. "Absolutely not. You're lucky you got to see me in them in the first place."

"Pleeease? I'll keep the fangs in. It took me forever to figure out how to get the moulding to work anyway," Adri pleaded, grinning to make a point. He then proceeded to take pleasure in the way Isa's eyes lingered on them for a moment before sighing.

"Fine. Consider it an act of solidarity," Isa replied, but not without cracking another smirk as he took his place on the couch.

Adri's grin widened before he leaned into him, his delight peaking at the way Isa's arm came up to wrap around his shoulders. "You're sweet. Now what do you want to watch?"

Isa offered an amused hum, smiling thoughtfully down at Adri, who was already resting his head on his chest. "You've always been better versed in that sort of thing, you pick."

"Oh, come on, you know that's a loaded question. What are you in the mood for? Something, like, REALLY scary, maybe something gorey? Maybe something fun? Give me something to work with," Adri goaded, wiggling into Isa's side excitedly.

Unable to keep from chuckling, Isa punctuated with a more good-natured sigh. "Fine. Something fun."

The resulting thoughtful pout charmed Isa to the core, his gaze softening in the instant it took for something to seemingly occur to Adri.

"The Cabin in the Woods?" he quirked an eyebrow and tilted his head with the proposition.

Isa let out some air through his nose in an amused fashion before nodding and turning to look at the TV. "That one's pretty dumb, but I like it just fine. Go ahead."

"It's SUPPOSED to be dumb," Adri mumbled as he played around with the remote, "I put on the entry level shit for YOU TWO, you know."

A full laugh escaped Isa this time, giving Adri's shoulders a gentle squeeze as he did so. "You don't need to put the kid gloves on just for me, you know."

"Yeah, that's what Lea said," Adri quipped without elaborating or so much as looking away from the TV as he flipped through the options.

Truthfully, Isa didn't doubt that, but he was far too enamored by how Adri spoke about his interests, little facets of his personality shining just for him to see. Oh, and Lea too, sometimes, he guessed.

What WAS reserved for him and him alone, however, was that sweet, loving smile that shone up at him as Adri managed to get the movie menu set up. Jealousy was a lingering habit for Isa, he often found himself overthinking the way Adri interacted with people other than him and Lea. He was ashamed of this knee-jerk way of thinking, but it came with a singular perk - he had never in his life seen Adri smile at anyone else the way that he did at him. And in being gifted such a boon, it was enough to dispel any remaining shades of doubt or guilt from his heart.

"You ready?" Adri prompted, to which Isa nodded.

"Go ahead."

As the movie proceeded along, it was enough to conjure the feeling of a proper moment of Halloween-oriented alone time for the two, falling into their roles with laughter and commentary. But even through the fun, the growing sense of intimacy began to spread, and by the time the credits rolled, Isa noticed Adri staring at him with a vexed expression.

"What's wrong? You're not having a mood drop, are you?" Isa's expression grew mildly concerned as he reached up to brush some hair behind Adri's ear.

"What? Oh, no. It's just…" Adri looked down for a moment, frowning pensively.

Isa's head tilted to the side, partially out of confusion, partially because he was trying to read the other's expression. "Just?"

Adri hummed thoughtfully before sighing and looking back up in exasperation. "GOD, I just want to kiss you really bad but I don't want Lea to be RIGHT!"

Blinking at him for a second, Isa couldn't help but descend into proper laughter, his forgotten wolf ears bouncing slightly at the force of it. "THAT'S what's bothering you?"

"YES!" Adri scoffed, placing a hand on Isa's chest. "It's a good thing it's Halloween because that is a genuinely spooky thought, you have to admit!"

As he finally ceased his wheezing, Isa cleared his throat and instead smiled fondly, brushing his fingers against the distressed man's cheek. "It is, yes. Very spooky. But like you said, it's Halloween. Annnnd it wouldn't be the first time I debased myself to someone's expectations."

"Well that was kind of a fucked up thing to say."

"It was, but I'm just trying to get you to kiss me already."

"God I love you."

"Mutual. You know, we might as well do some 'haunting' if we're letting Lea be psychic tonight."

"Oh I definitely feel a poultergeist problem coming on."

Isa ugly laughed for a few seconds.

"Please don't ever say anything like that again."

"Can't make any promises. Now let's see how sturdy the moulding on these fangs is."

"Mh, let's."