#clown friend... what r u doing.......

[babisawyer]

I've been over halloween in general thanks to 'valloween' and 'summerween' and y'all being incapable of moving on from literally anything...but we're coming upon the time where I have to see tiktoks of white girls going to spirit halloween to buy their little boring twink boyfriends ghostface masks to proudly announce to everyone how kinky they are and I've had it.

[wifeiy]

hehehehe i love You my summer !!!🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷

u have probably heard/read me say 90% of these yet I still ran out of tags SOMEHOW. one of tehse days we will be together when it rains and Won't that be lovely day. also ride your wave + maquia + eeaao + your name (idk y). Ok i willstop rhere fr. see u in like 10 hours. HEH.

TELL ME WHAT YOU ASSOCIATE WITH ME

COLORS, SONGS, AESTHETICS, PEOPLE, ANYTHTING

[cathymee]

my eyeliner and i r finally besties

[cheftsunoda]

Hello! 🧚🏼

I'm not sure if you have any specific rules or guidelines when it comes to requesting, however I absolutely adore all of your poly fics and I've reread them so often! I'm just wondering if you'd ever consider doing a Yuki x Pierre x Reader? I'm open to anything with them honeslty. Your writing is so so good!! <3

If you aren't okay with it, that's absolutely no worries at all! ⭐️✨

(anything for you baby doll) (u made me blush and i hope you enjoy the fic)

haute and bothered — pg10 + yt22

smau + blurbs

pierre gasly x !hadjar fashion editor reader x yuki tsunoda

isack hadjar x !older sister fashion editor reader

YN Hadjar is Vogue France’s sharpest editor and the undisputed definition of elegance. A force in the fashion world, she’s used to front rows, flashing cameras, and never being the one caught off guard. But when she crosses paths with her younger brother’s teammate and his best friend at a fashion event, a playful request for style advice quickly unravels into something far more complicated—and far more intoxicating.

fc : aylin elma + various pinterest gals

before you read! : isack + yuki are still teammates for plot purposes— thank u, love u, bye

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isackhadjar : how about to come see your little brother and go to one of his races? 🙄

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↳ yn_hadjar : we are literally going to the same event tonight and i’ve cleared my weekend for you. can we please keep the dramatics to a minimum?

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↳ isackhadjar : she literally used to set out my clothes for school the next day and she still does it for me now.

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yn_hadjar : he goes out of his way to read my editorials. do you???

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{caption 1 : @/hugo_official event tonight} {caption 2 : someone tell him to take this off and put on what i pick out before i disown him.}

olliebearman : just disown him and adopt me as your brother

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yn_hadjar : deal

isackhadjar : i kinda got ts on tho

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yn_hadjar : you look like a gym teacher not like you’re about to be on a red carpet representing your team.

isackhadjar : fine then what event would you approve this outfit for

yn_hadjar : save it for your mid life crisis era

visacashapprb : thank you for making him change, yn.

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yukitsunoda0511 : can’t wait for my styling class you promised :)

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yn_hadjar : can’t wait for that meal you promised to make me after

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I didn’t knock. I stormed into Isack’s hotel room like a woman on a mission—because I was. We had exactly ninety minutes until the Hugo event, and if my beloved younger brother showed up looking like a clown, it would somehow reflect badly on me. And sure enough, the universe really said, “Let’s test her.” I stopped cold. He turned around slowly, like he’d been waiting for this moment. Like he knew exactly what he’d done.

“Isack.”

He was wearing a shiny, deep red satin shirt, only half-buttoned, tucked into chaotically patterned pants that clashed so hard I actually squinted. And to top it all off? White Oakleys. Inside.

“What. The hell. Are you wearing.”

He gave me the most infuriating smile known to man. “It’s giving ‘fashion-forward driver off-duty,’ no?”

“It’s giving ’man lost in the sale bin at a Las Vegas souvenir shop.’” I walked in and tossed my bag on the bed. “Take. It. Off.”

"YN. Come on. It's kind of iconic."

“It’s kind of traumatic.”

He laughed, clearly proud of himself. “I wanted to see how mad I could make you before you threatened violence.”

“You’re so lucky we share DNA.”

I yanked open the garment bag hanging on the back of the door and pulled out the actual look he was supposed to wear— tailored black trousers, the clean charcoal turtleneck, and that sharp Hugo jacket that made him look like he belonged in a campaign. My campaign.

“You’re wearing this. Non-negotiable.”

“Jeez. Do you treat all your models like this?”

“No. Just the ones who try to show up to a luxury fashion event dressed like Pitbull’s stylist during a midlife crisis.”

He muttered something under his breath as he started unbuttoning the shirt, but I was too busy hiding a smile to care. Honestly, I didn’t know what was waiting for us downstairs or who else would be there. I just knew that if Isack made his red carpet debut in that outfit, I’d have to resign from fashion entirely. And that was simply not an option.

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The Hugo event was in full swing by the time we arrived—cameras flashing, music pulsing, champagne being passed around like water. Isack, thankfully, looked decent in the outfit I’d forced him into. Better than decent, actually. Smug little bastard knew it too. We stepped inside the venue and he immediately peeled off to talk to someone from the team. I stayed behind near the bar, doing a lazy scan of the room. Models, stylists, influencers, the usual mix. I was half-distracted answering an email when I heard Isack’s voice again—closer this time.

“YN,” he said, a little too casually. “There’s someone I want you to meet.”

I looked up. Next to him stood Yuki Tsunoda, who I recognized from the grid but had never actually met. He was dressed immaculately—double-breasted navy suit, crisp collar, Hugo brooch pinned just so. And standing beside him, just slightly behind, was Pierre Gasly. All charm and smirk, wearing that kind of black turtleneck that only worked when you were French and stupidly handsome.

Yuki gave me a polite smile. “Hi. Teammate-slash-regretful Oakley enabler.”

I blinked, caught off guard by how quick he was. “So you’re the one who told him the sunglasses were a good idea.”

Yuki nodded solemnly. “I can’t be trusted before 6 p.m.”

I laughed—genuinely. “Well. At least you’re self-aware.”

Isack, annoyingly pleased with himself, gestured between us. “YN, Yuki. Yuki, YN. This is my very controlling older sister. She works at Vogue. Bosses people around. Yells at me a lot.”

“I keep him alive,” I corrected.

Yuki’s eyes twinkled. “She yells fashionably.”

Pierre stepped forward then, offering his hand. “And I’m just the plus-one. Pierre.”

“Vogue France,” I replied, shaking it with a tilt of my head. “YN Hadjar. And no one is just the plus-one if they wear a turtleneck that well.”

He grinned, teeth flashing. “Merci. I dressed to impress.”

“You succeeded.”

Isack groaned like we were already too much. “I shouldn’t have introduced any of you. I can feel the ego growing in the room.”

“Relax,” I said, taking a flute of champagne from a passing tray. “If anything, this might be the most normal group here.”

Yuki raised his glass. “Cheers to that.”

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The party had started to blur. Most of the photographers had cleared out, the music had slowed to something low and hypnotic, and people were either drunk, half-asleep on velvet couches, or deep in conversation with whoever they were hoping to leave with. I’d lost Isack about an hour ago—probably cornered by a PR rep or sneaking off to find sliders. I was tucked into a quieter corner of the venue, perched on a velvet bench with a glass of wine in hand, shoes dangling from my fingers. And somehow—like gravity knew exactly what it was doing—Yuki and Pierre ended up there with me. They’d brought more drinks. I wasn’t even sure when they left to get them.

“This is your version of relaxing?” Pierre asked, settling in beside me with one arm stretched along the back of the booth. His thigh brushed mine casually—but it stayed there. “Watching the fashion crowd fall apart after midnight?”

“It’s better than the Met Gala,” I teased, swirling the wine in my glass. “No one’s pretending to be sober.”

Yuki laughed, sitting on my other side, close enough for our shoulders to touch. “You really know everyone in this world, don’t you?”

“I’m paid to,” I said, shrugging. “It’s part of the job. Know the faces, the designers, the drama. And make sure the magazine doesn’t implode.”

Pierre leaned in slightly, eyes warm. “So what happens when we ask you for your professional opinion?”

I arched a brow. “You mean you’re not just here for the free champagne and Isack’s tragic outfit reveal?”

Yuki smirked. “That was worth the invite alone.”

Pierre tilted his head. “But seriously. If someone… let’s say two very handsome drivers, wanted to evolve their wardrobes. Less teamwear, more… effortless Parisian heartthrob—could you help?”

I looked between the two of them—Pierre’s charming grin, Yuki’s quiet curiosity. The idea was ridiculous. And kind of… adorable.

“You want me to style you?” I asked, pretending to sound skeptical, even as something fluttered in my chest.

Pierre gave a one-shouldered shrug. “Why not? You have the eye. And we trust your taste.”

Yuki added, voice a little softer now, “We trust you.”

That—that—was what did it. The way he said it. Like it wasn’t a throwaway line. I let the silence sit for a second, the energy shifting in that charged, unspoken way you don’t quite want to look at too directly.

“Fine,” I said, lifting my glass. “But if I style you, you have to give me full control. No last-minute Oakleys. No sneakers with suits. No team caps unless we’re on a track.”

Pierre lifted his glass to mine. “Deal.”

Yuki smiled, slow and sure. “As long as you’re the one undressing us.”

I choked on my wine.

Pierre smacked him lightly on the shoulder, laughing while very pointedly not denying anything. And me? I just sat there between them, flushed and flustered, fully aware I might be in so much trouble. And maybe… maybe I didn’t mind one bit.

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The fitting studio I booked was quiet—no interns, no stylists, no chaos. Just warm lighting, racks of carefully curated looks, a stack of espresso cups on the side table, and two very smug drivers sprawled across the velvet couch like they were born for it.

“Okay,” I said, clapping once for drama. “Fashion boot camp begins now.”

Pierre stretched his arms behind his head. “I’m ready to be transformed.”

Yuki leaned back with that deceptively innocent look on his face. “Are you going to watch us change, or…?”

“Don’t tempt me,” I muttered under my breath, already pulling hangers from the rack.

I handed Yuki a dark forest green suit with a satin lapel and shoved Pierre a moody charcoal turtleneck and tailored check trousers. They disappeared behind the curtain with too many smirks and zero urgency, clearly enjoying how flustered I already was. Pierre stepped out first, tugging the sleeves into place, and honestly? He looked unfairly good. Like something from a magazine I’d kill to shoot for.

He turned in front of the mirror, then looked at me over his shoulder. “Well?”

I crossed my arms. “Could use a belt.”

He stepped closer, lowering his voice. “You gonna help me with that too?”

Before I could answer, Yuki appeared—and my mouth actually fell open.

The suit fit like it was tailored to his existence. Clean lines, sharp collar, a single undone button at the top. He noticed my stare immediately.

“Too much?” he asked, feigning bashfulness.

I blinked. “It’s… dangerous, actually.”

Yuki smirked, stepping closer. “Dangerous how?”

“Dangerous like I might start taking back my professionalism clause.”

Pierre came to stand on my other side. “Remind me—did that clause include hands-on adjustments?”

He was teasing, but there was something in the air now. He was close. They both were. Close enough that I could feel the warmth of them, smell their cologne. It was suddenly hard to focus on fashion.

“You’re both ridiculous,” I muttered, reaching to adjust the lapel on Yuki’s jacket, fingers brushing his chest. He didn’t move. Then I turned to Pierre, smoothing the shoulder seam, just barely grazing his collarbone. He didn’t move either.

“You’re blushing,” Yuki said softly, and I hated that he was right.

“You’re both standing way too close,” I whispered.

“Maybe we like it here,” Pierre replied, voice low, steady.

It hit me then—how easy this had become. The three of us in a quiet studio, skin brushing, laughter on our lips, heat simmering just below the surface. I had invited them here to play stylist, to stay in control. But somewhere in the middle of the zippers and buttons and side glances, I’d lost my upper hand. And for once… I didn’t really care.

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I was trying to play it cool. Trying to pretend I didn’t just spend the last hour dressing two of the most dangerously attractive men alive and getting thoroughly wrecked by the way they looked in my clothes. Professionally speaking, of course. But then Pierre ran a hand through his hair and leaned against the mirror like he belonged in a Saint Laurent campaign, and Yuki looked at me with that quiet, unreadable expression of his—the one that always made me feel like he already knew what I was thinking.

“You didn’t give us a grade,” Pierre said. “On our final looks.”

I exhaled, tucking my phone back into my pocket. “You passed. Barely.”

Yuki grinned. “That sounds like a dinner-worthy score.”

I looked between them. “You want to go to dinner like this? Fully styled?”

Pierre tilted his head. “You did say no team caps. We’re trying to be on our best behavior.”

Yuki stepped closer, casual but intentional. “Come on. We’ll feed you. You’ve been working hard. You’ve earned a glass of wine that doesn’t taste like it came from the Hugo party’s gift bag.”

I raised a brow. “Are you bribing me with carbs and alcohol?”

Pierre smiled slowly. “Is it working?”

It was. God, it so was. And maybe it was the lighting or the way they were both looking at me—equal parts challenge and invitation—but suddenly dinner didn’t feel like just dinner. It felt like… the next page of something we weren’t ready to name yet. I tucked a strand of hair behind my ear, fighting a smile. “Fine. But if we’re going out, you’re both paying. For emotional labor. And trauma. From Isack’s outfit this morning.”

Yuki laughed. “Fair.”

Pierre offered his arm like a damn movie character. “Lead the way, Hadjar.”

I took it—of course I did—and let Yuki fall into step beside me. And as the three of us stepped out into the night, our reflections in the shop window caught my eye. We looked good together.

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Dinner was supposed to be normal. A low-key place tucked into a side street in the 7th arrondissement. Candlelight flickering against the windows, soft jazz humming in the background, and a little corner table that Pierre insisted on—for privacy, he said with a wink. I’d let them order for me. I was too busy trying to process what exactly this was. A friendly dinner? A thank-you? A tease? I didn’t know. But I was wearing heels again. And lip gloss. So it wasn’t nothing.

Pierre had undone the top two buttons of his shirt, gold chain peeking through. Yuki looked effortless in a crisp white tee under a jacket I hadn’t even realized I picked for him earlier. They looked like trouble. Like my trouble. Conversation was easy—almost too easy. Laughter flowing, legs brushing occasionally beneath the table. We talked about the grid, my job, fashion week disasters, and how Yuki once fell asleep mid-photoshoot.

“I was jet-lagged,” he said, totally unapologetic.

Pierre chuckled. “The stylist threatened to cry. He still follows Yuki on Instagram.”

Yuki smirked, taking a sip of wine, and then leaned toward me just a little. “Would you cry if we fell asleep during a fitting?”

“I’d make sure you didn’t wake up in anything flattering,” I shot back.

That earned a soft laugh—and then, casually, effortlessly, Yuki let his hand fall under the table. And found my knee. My brain short-circuited. It wasn’t a graze. It wasn’t an accident. His fingers curled lightly just above the hem of my skirt, warm and unhurried. Just… there. Not possessive. Not demanding. Just… interested. I swallowed. Pierre didn’t notice at first. He was halfway through a story about a party and a very confused DJ. But then his gaze drifted down. He saw the way I shifted in my seat, just slightly. The way Yuki’s hand stayed. And his expression changed. Slowly. He smirked. Looked back up at me.

“You okay?” he asked, innocently.

I cleared my throat. “Mhm. Wine’s strong.”

Pierre leaned closer, voice low. “Is it the wine… or the company?”

I didn’t answer. Because Yuki was tracing slow, gentle circles against my thigh now, his face unreadable, like we weren’t in a room full of people. Pierre’s foot tapped mine under the table. Light. Intentional. Okay. So I wasn’t imagining this. I set down my fork, took a long sip of wine, and smiled—sweet, measured, practiced.

“Both,” I said. “Obviously.”

They didn’t push. Not yet. Just sat back, smug and satisfied, the tension between us like a stretched silk ribbon, ready to snap. And I realized then—this dinner wasn’t just dinner.

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The air outside had that warm, early summer weight to it—the kind that clung to your skin like a secret. We left the restaurant slowly, like no one wanted to break whatever fragile thing had formed between the wine and the way Yuki’s hand lingered on my thigh. Pierre walked on my right, close enough that our arms brushed every few steps. Yuki was on my left, quiet but there, his hand grazing the small of my back as we waited for the crosswalk light to change. Paris looked soft at night. Golden. But the silence between us buzzed with anything but calm.

“You live around here?” Pierre asked casually, like he didn’t already know from the reservation name and the way I’d reflexively glanced down the street.

“Mhm,” I replied, lips curled just slightly. “About five minutes.”

Yuki looked over. “We could walk you.”

“You are walking me.”

“Then maybe we finish the job.”

I bit back a smile. When we reached my building, I stopped on the steps, keys dangling between my fingers. They both turned toward me, waiting. Expectant, but never pushing.

“You could come up,” I said carefully, not looking at either of them yet. “Just for a bit. If you want.”

Pierre tilted his head, slow grin spreading. “Are you inviting us up because you want help reorganizing your closet?”

I looked at him. “I’m inviting you up because I had dinner with two men who managed to flirt, emotionally destabilize me, and look criminally good in every outfit I styled. So. No. Not for the closet.”

Yuki’s smile was softer. But his eyes held something heavier. “We don’t have to come in.”

I finally met his gaze. “I know.”

And I did. That was the thing. There was no pressure here—just possibility. The kind of quiet, magnetic maybe that I’d spent years writing off. But tonight? With them? It didn’t feel like a risk. It felt inevitable. I pushed the door open. And when I looked back over my shoulder, they were already following me in—Pierre with that devil-may-care confidence, Yuki with that quiet steadiness that somehow made me feel safer than I expected.

I closed the door behind us, letting the soft click of the lock settle between us. Pierre wandered further in, glancing around with casual curiosity—his fingertips dragging across the back of my sofa like he was trying to read the room through touch. Yuki stayed near the door. Watching me. Always watching.

“You really live like a Vogue editor,” Pierre murmured, picking up a coffee table book and flipping it open. “Minimalist. Expensive.”

“I try,” I said, leaning against the entry wall, pulse fluttering under my skin. “Want the tour?”

Yuki raised an eyebrow. “You offering… the apartment? Or something else?”

I blinked at him, and something must’ve shifted in my face, because he smiled like he already knew my answer.

“I don’t play games,” I said, quieter this time.

Pierre had crossed the room by then. He was in front of me before I realized how fast he’d moved, his hand ghosting along my hip. “Good. Because I’m not here to waste time.”

Yuki came closer too—slow and measured. His fingertips grazed mine as he passed me, just a brush, but I felt it in my spine.

“I just want to make sure you want this,” he said, voice low. “That this isn’t about wine or adrenaline or proving a point.”

I looked at him. Then Pierre. Two different energies. One storm. One fire. And somehow, I wanted to get lost in both.

“I invited you up, didn’t I?” I asked.

Pierre smiled like I’d handed him something precious. He leaned in first—his lips brushing mine, warm and teasing. Not claiming. Just tasting. Yuki’s hand slid up the back of my neck, fingers threading into my hair. His kiss came next. Slower. Like he had all night. Like I could take as long as I needed to decide. But I didn’t need long. I reached for both of them—tugging Pierre closer by his shirt, letting Yuki pull me against his chest, our bodies finding a rhythm I hadn’t even realized we’d been building all night. It wasn’t rushed. It wasn’t messy. It was intentional. Lips on my neck. Fingers on my waist. The kind of warmth that blooms low in your belly and makes you forget your own name. Somehow we made it to the bedroom without breaking apart too long. Jackets hit the floor. Pierre’s chain dangled against my skin. Yuki’s voice whispered things in Japanese that I didn’t understand but felt in my bones. They treated me like something rare. Reverent. Like I was the thing they’d both been waiting for. And when everything finally faded into soft moans and tangled limbs, when my skin was flushed and my breath shaky, I realized—This wasn’t just about pleasure. It was about belonging.

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chanelofficial : always timeless 🩷🤍

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The desert stretched out endlessly beneath a blazing sky, waves of sand rolling like golden ocean tides. The sun was beginning to dip, casting long shadows and painting everything with a soft, honeyed glow. Yuki, Pierre, and I had escaped the noise of the city for a few hours, trading skyscrapers for silence and luxury for raw nature. We stopped the jeep on the crest of a dune, and the world felt impossibly vast and quiet. The wind whispered through the sand, carrying a scent of earth and something wild. I kicked off my shoes, letting the warm grains sift between my toes. Pierre pulled a blanket from the back of the jeep and spread it out. We settled down close, the three of us a small island of warmth in the wide, empty desert. Yuki reached out and took my hand, fingers threading together naturally, as if this had always been meant to be.

“I could stay here forever,” he murmured, eyes soft in the fading light.

I leaned into him, resting my head against his shoulder. Pierre draped an arm around both of us, and suddenly the desert didn’t feel so big anymore. It felt like home. As the sun sank lower, the sky exploded into color—pinks, oranges, and purples bleeding into one another. We sat in comfortable silence, watching the horizon burn and cool at once. Yuki whispered something funny, and Pierre laughed, the sound low and warm. The first stars began to blink awake above us, shy at first, then confident, until the entire sky was a glittering dome. I felt their hands tighten around mine, grounding me in that perfect moment. The desert was endless and timeless, but right there, wrapped in their arms, I knew exactly where I belonged.

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The soft chime of the boutique’s doorbell barely registered as I stepped inside, still savoring the warmth of the Dubai sun on my skin. Yuki and Pierre followed close behind, both grinning like they were up to something—which, knowing them, they definitely were.

I was halfway through scanning the latest collection when Pierre’s voice pulled me from my thoughts. “Hey, have you seen that new limited edition bag from [your favorite designer]? The one with the gold clasp and the little pearls?”

I laughed, trying to play it cool. “Yeah, I’ve seen it. It’s beautiful, but honestly, a little impractical.”

Yuki raised an eyebrow. “Says the Vogue editor who probably writes about impractical all the time.”

Pierre winked. “We know you’ve been drooling over it for months.”

I tried to brush it off, but my heart sped up. I hadn’t said much—it was just a tiny detail I’d mentioned once, months ago, during a dinner with Yuki and Pierre. I never expected them to remember. Yuki tugged me toward a quiet corner of the boutique, where a sleek black box rested on a velvet cushion. My breath caught. Pierre opened the box slowly, revealing the bag—exactly the one I’d admired in magazines, the one I’d secretly dreamed of owning.

“Surprise,” Pierre said softly, watching my face light up.

I stared, speechless, the words caught somewhere between shock and joy.

“You actually remembered,” I finally whispered.

Yuki chuckled, sliding an arm around my waist. “Of course we did. You’re kind of hard to forget.”

I reached out, touching the bag like it was something fragile, something magical. “This is… you guys didn’t have to.”

Pierre grinned. “We wanted to.”

I laughed, eyes glossy, heart full. “You two are seriously impossible. But I love you for it.”

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The soft glow of candlelight flickered across the table, casting warm shadows on crystal glasses and polished silverware. The restaurant was quiet, tucked away in a secluded corner of the hotel, and for once, the world outside felt miles away. Yuki reached across the table, gently brushing a stray lock of hair behind my ear. His touch was tender, deliberate, and it sent a shiver down my spine. Pierre caught my hand next, his fingers curling around mine with a quiet strength that grounded me. The way they both looked at me—like I was the only person in the room—made my heart swell.

“So,” Pierre said softly, voice low and steady, “how does it feel? Being spoiled by us?”

I laughed, eyes shimmering. “Like I’m living in a dream I never want to wake up from.”

Yuki’s grin was slow, mischievous. “Good. Because we’re just getting started.”

We talked through the courses, sharing stories and stolen glances. Every laugh, every brush of skin, pulled us closer. There was something electric in the way their hands found mine under the table—light touches that spoke of promises and possibilities.

Later, as the waiter cleared the plates, Yuki leaned in, whispering, “You make even the quietest moments feel unforgettable.”

Pierre’s eyes softened as he added, “We want to be part of your every moment, YN.”

I swallowed the lump in my throat, feeling overwhelmed with everything and nothing all at once. This wasn’t just a dinner. It was a beginning.

“I want that, too,” I whispered back. “With both of you.”

Yuki’s smile was pure warmth. Pierre’s fingers tightened around mine.

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username0 : ISACK-omg. @/yn_hadjar...do you want a sister in law??

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isackhadjar : she held me down and threatened me to put on what she picked out.

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I was curled up on the couch with Yuki, his arm around my waist and his stupidly warm hands resting under the hem of my t-shirt, tracing lazy circles against my skin like he had no plans of moving for the next decade. We were watching the most unhinged documentary, but I’d let him pick because I liked hearing his dramatic commentary. It was peaceful. Dreamy. Domestic. Then the front door slammed open like we were in a horror movie.

“I BROUGHT DONUTS!” I heard Isack yell from the hallway.

I blinked. Yuki didn’t even flinch. He just muttered, “You gave him a key?”

“No,” I hissed back, still fully horizontal. “He stole it after fashion week. I just… forgot to take it back.”

And then Isack appeared in the doorway. Bag of donuts. Sunglasses on his head. Immediately offended.

“WHAT the actual hell is going on here?” he asked, eyebrows halfway into orbit.

“Breakfast,” Yuki answered flatly, as if he belonged here. As if my little brother hadn’t just caught him spooning me. I didn’t even bother sitting up. What was the point? It was already spiraling.

Isack’s jaw dropped. “Are you—YUKI?! You?! My teammate?! What the fuck?!”

“You know,” I said, grabbing a donut from the bag like this was brunch and not a betrayal, “you could’ve knocked.”

“You could’ve warned me before I walked into my literal teammate dry humping my sister on the couch!”

“We’re literally just cuddling,” I deadpanned. “Calm down.”

Yuki, to his credit, gave the most Yuki shrug of all time, like: yeah, this is happening, keep up.

“I’m gonna throw up,” Isack muttered. “I’m gonna throw up on your designer rug. You’re both—this is illegal. Against the sibling code. Against F1 regulations. This is—”

And then, like God decided this couldn’t get worse fast enough— Pierre walked out of the bedroom. Shirtless. Hair tousled. Stretching like he’d just woken from a coma.

“Oh no,” I muttered.

“Oh WHAT THE FUCK,” Isack shrieked.

Pierre froze mid-stretch, looked around, blinked. “Didn’t know we had guests.”

“WE DON’T,” Isack yelled. “WHO EVEN ARE YOU TO THIS STORY?!”

Pierre grinned. “Depends. What genre is it?”

I slapped a hand over my face. Yuki, still annoyingly calm, yawned. “Rom-com. Heavy on the com.”

Isack stared at the three of us, twitching like a sim about to catch fire. “This is a nightmare. I’m calling our mother. I’m calling the FIA. I’m calling God.”

“You want a donut before you have your little meltdown?” I asked sweetly, tossing one at his chest.

He didn’t catch it. It hit the floor.

“Unbelievable,” he said, turning and storming out. “I’m changing my last name. Don’t talk to me at the paddock. I’m disowning everyone in this room!”

“Love you!” Pierre called after him, totally unbothered.

“I hate it here!” Isack screamed from the hallway.

The door slammed shut again. Yuki looked down at me. “He took that well.”

I bit into my donut. “Honestly? Better than I expected.”

Pierre flopped back onto the couch, grabbing Yuki’s abandoned half-donut. “So… are we doing the pigeon documentary or something sexier?”

I groaned. “You two are never allowed to be shirtless in front of my brother again.”

Yuki just smiled. “Noted. We’ll wear robes next time.”

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ive been writing my thoughts in the notes app but due to popular demand (one person asked for it) i'm posting my liveblogging DO NOT SAY/TAG/COMMENT SPOILERS PLEASE i read tags

warning im a yapper, im 10 hours in and theres a lot already (separated into sessions):

SESSION 1

whos this clown i thought i would be playing as revan

ive been too spoiled by dragon age origins this character creator sucks ass

only human???? ): fr?? ill just imagine her different in my brain or some shit

my life is being mansplained to me. is this bad writing or do i have amnesiacs

hes meta now??? hes talking abt the screen controls?????

omg a jedi and an evil jediii

omg their asses suckedddd they both died immediately

i <3 bringing a sword to a gun fight

WHY R THERE SO MANY SITH WHERE IS TJE RULE OF TWO

i clicked a workbench and it said lightsaber so either i get a lightsaber or i get a jedi friend whose lightsaber i can steal if im careful

I assume u play as revan in kotor2 so im gonna buy that now so i can play it when im done playing w this clown

i got light side points im getting a good grade in game morality which is something both normal to want and possible to achieve

everyone keeps saying revan is dead but thats my friend revan from tumblr hes clearly alive. or they???

my characters ass is distractingly present onscreen

huge fan of the way everyone collapsed drunk what the FUCK was in that wine

ok these sith ppl might be the bad guys but their armour is DRIPPY AS FUCK

ideologically i dont agree w the sith but they kinda went off w the fits

googling how to become a sith without being evil cause they have Drip

SESSION 2

i paid £1.19 to see revan he better show up in this game at some point

all these sith n i still cant find one revan….. stop faking ur death rn come out n talk to me babygirl this isnt like u….

why can i be light/dark side if im not a jedi. give me a laser sword

maybe this jedi gyal will know where revan is faking his death. or give me a fuckin lightsaber PLEASEEE

was just thinking 'does this game have romance' and then carth called me beautiful. i dont think im gonna romance anyone until i get this amnesia sorted

why is carth questioning me so much abt the crash im pretty sure i have amnesia

why tf did the jedi lady have me transferred to this ship are we in lesbians with each other???

carth's not wrong it is suspicious but i lowkey have amnesia so i coulda done that i coulda not

a lot of clone wars voice actors in this. was lucasfilm so broke in the 2000s that they could only afford the same 3 VAs for every project

mission is 14??????? we need to get my girl back in school

SESH 3

tale as old as time i fucking suck at racing games

ok i didnt realise you had to mash click i won

REVAN!!! REVAN!!!!!!!!!

why am i dreaming abt revan tho. real as hell but ?????

lmao cringe revan getting blown up. i thought the jedi beat rev-meister in a fight but no. accident

"such visions are often a sign of force sensitivity" COOL YAY GIVE ME A LIGHTSABER

BASTILLE LOST HER FUCKING LIGHTSABER??

CARTH IS RIGHT THATS LIKE DAY ONE JEDI SHIT. ok i still love her even tho shes a bit of a bitch and also doesnt have a saber

if we find a lightsaber im taking it first tho

whys carth getting weird abt me being weird that he doesnt trust me. i just wanna be friends mate

SESH IV: A NEW HOPE

'i mean no disrespect, but perhaps one of the male slaves could serve you better' i went in here to start a slave revolution and instead got called a lesbo

LMAO THERES A SPICE LAB???? WALTER WHITE WHERE ARE YOU

thats insaneee they blew up BILLIONS of people to get to one jedi?????? these sith arent fucking around theyre scary

UM THIS IS CRAZY GRAPHICS THE LIGHTING IS CLEARER/DARKER WHEN I COVER THE SUN W THE SHIP EDGE?? 2003 IS THE YEAR OF THE FUTURE

someone just called me padawan i kinda assumed i was in my late 20s do i just have baby vibes

all the jedi in the movies are so chill but every kotor jedi i've met so far has been a bit of a bitch

YO THEY HAVE A YODA!!! its not THE yoda but

cool so these guys are just the regional managers at best. your asses are not the council

why can everyone smell my force juju so strong

THATS STRAIGHT UP YODA'S CLONE WARS VA

why does fake yoda not blink both eyes at the same time. im calling him master tortimer he reminds me of the animal crossing mayor

bastila there was no need for such a fancy bow

malak is like evil aang

revan is so much shorter than malak omg

are me and bastila sharing dreams. are we both obsessed w revan

poor mission ):

WHAT WAS MASTER TORTIMER ABT TO SAY????????? EVER SINCE WHEN??? DID WE KNOW EACH OTHER BEFORE MY AMNESIACS????? DID BASTILA TELL U SMTHN MORE WHEN I WASNT IN THE ROOM???

im intrigued i like this whole hidden jedi shtick its very compelling. so is whatever theyre hiding from me

kinda surprising no jedi found me before tho given my force juju is so strong

IM A LEGIT JEDI NOW??? SICK!!!

does revan rlly not have pronouns i thought that was a tumblr thing but they straight up are a nonbinary icon ive never heard a single pronoun used. revan's pronouns are revan/revan's

damn revan seems so cool in these stories (charismatic war hero that convinced their troops to join them as conqueror?? julius caesar) and yet all we've seen them do onscreen is get blown up and die by accident

A YEAR AGO? the way they were talking i assumed revan died like. a week before the game started

master uh i forgot his name he has martin scorcese vibes said revan was a paragon of the jedi so what im getting is that all jedi gifted kids turn evil

even if i didnt know revan as a tumblr darling id KNOW revan has to be alive somewhere they way everyone talks abt them is too cool for a character who exploded and died. i think. i hope. I PAID £1.19 TO MEET REVAN

'only you and bastila can stop malak' seriously????? just us two?? ive been a jedi for like, 6 minutes and you guys keep calling bastila young???? do you guys not wanna help??

omg im getting carth to traumadump! <3

HE WAS ON REVAN'S ARMY>??

i totally knew the jedi code and did not have to google it whatsoever

they rlly said fuck going to illum heres a crystal from the bin

he told me id be a great sentinel and i was like i know but i want blue cause i dont wanna be matchies with bastila

OGH!!! I HAVE A LIGHTSABER!!!! THIS IS GAME OF THE YEAR!!!!

omg i made my lightsaber perfectlyyy which is rare <3 getting a good grade in jedi

maybe i was a travelling lightsaber salesman before my amnesia

seriously though WHO was i everyone's kinda stopped acting like i have amnesia since the first mission BUT IVE PLAYED DRAGON AGE THAT GIVES YOU OPPORTUNITIES TO RP UR PAST. THIS DOESNT. EITHER THIS GAME IS BAD (but i love it so its not) OR I HAVE RETROGRADE AMNESIA

also everyone keeps being like "Oh ur force juju is so strong" AND NOBODY FOUND ME TIL NOW??? suspicious. did getting a really bad concussion activate the force in me

im too confused and amnesiac'd to think abt anything except the fact i have a glowing stick now

FSESH FIVE:

big fan of using aliens to avoid having to get VAs to read every line

oh so carth's boyfriend saul betrayed him and became leader of the sith fleet so he has trust issues

well he needs to calm down. i can't betray him cause i dont know what the fuck is happening

yooo i love the design differences on the mandalorians

oh my god this lady wanted to fuck her droid cause it was her husband's. and then it killed itself. wtf. game of the year tho

wtf they jebaited this juhani person into going dark side but then i talked her out of it. that seems a bit mean of them

i hope she can join my party she looks too unique to be a random npc

ive been thinking and I might be going crazy but there was a loading screen tip ages ago that said jedis could wipe ppl's mind and all i thought at the time was 'fuck the shitshow acolyte didnt make that up'. but what if one of them wiped MY memory and i used to be a jedi or smthn ????????

cause they keep being like ur weirdly good at this??? did bastila steal my memories??????????

I KNOW I HAVE AMNESIA!! EVEN IF EVERYONE DOESN'T BRING IT UP BC THEYRE PROBABLY TRYING TO SAVE MY FEELINGS

if i dont have amnesia and im just deeping the fact the opening had my life being mansplained then im gonna look real stupid

anyway time 2 go to the fuckshit ruins cave where r-dog and malak went to

"it must be referring to revan. the dark lord and malak--" revan's pronouns are revan/thedarklord

bastila said theres no mention of the Builders in the archives. does she just know every text off by heart

THIS DROID IS 20K YEARS OLD ???

omg i can equip 2 lightsabers at once. game of the year

OK I TAKE BACK EVERYTHING I SAID ABOUT THE AMNESIA BASTILA IS ASKING ME QUESTIONS ABOUT MY BACKGROUND THAT I CAN ANSWER. I REPEAT I DO NOT HAVE AMNESIA

ok i didnt get choices and i didnt really uh… say anything that i didnt already get told im still not ruling out amnesia

also booo i didnt get to find out how old i was

master tortimer rlly looks like the ultimate ketamine yoda

LMAO THERE WAS A DIALOGUE OPTION 2 CALL JUHANI A CATGIRL

omg kashyyk from jedi fallen order!!!

I CAN UPGRADE MY LIGHTSABER THIS IS JUST LIKE JFO

omg this ship is fun i wish everyone had personalised bunk spaces like hfw… a game which came out 19 years after this i should probably just take what we have

im gonna start w manaan cause im p sure thats what B-dog said n its the same language the droid was speakin

omg hyperspace from star wars

THE GUY THE BUILDING FELL ON???

am i having dreams abt revan bc bastila killed revan and im connected to her this is so roundabout

maybe i'd sleep better if my ponytail wasnt clipping into the pillow

[kiwi accent] six

carth needs a xanax every time i think we're friends he stops trusting me

also lmao he actually pointed out how wild it was that a day one padawan is being sent on this uber important mission and HES RIGHT IT IS WEIRD!! i thought it was main character logic but he's calling it out

i really really like the sense of unease that's setting in like at first i thought it was just cause im not used to 2003 games but no this is on purpose bc carth my friend carth keeps calling it out

THERE IS A CHILD ON MY SHIP ??????????????????

lmao the representative for menaan is roland wann. its like poetry it rhymes

there are no cameras in the sith hangar <3 rookie error i can commit crimes now

bastila's favourite hobby is getting shot and walking into my grenades

this isnt a combat system this is a missing system

I GOT ARRESTED???? IM JUST A GIRL

nvm i had a datapad that said the sith were evil so theyve let me go free and we're besties

why do i feel like ive just walked into an underwater horror mission

this suit waddles at the speed of a penguin on fentanyl

i tamed the beastie this is like how to train your dragon

MALAK FIRED ON REVAN?????? WERENT THEY BEST FRIENDS???????

but maybe revan escaped when bastila wasnt looking THEYRE FINE THEYRE OUT THERE SOMEWHERE. I BELIEVE

so hopefully when we run into revan they'll be like agh i changed my ways cause of the being shot thing and they'll be my bestie

great news i successfully communicated w the ship child and gave her back to dantooine. my girl has shockingly good linguisitics skills

bastila is so dour "oh watch out for the dark side" GIRL I AM. I NEED TO GET THE BEST GRADE IN GAME MORALITY

ok OFF TO KASHYYK i hope cal kestis is there… thru the force i guess… bc he wont be born for another 4000 years but its whatever

omg you'll never guess what. another vision. wow its one of the thangs. cool this is a tomorrow me problem

[love-belle]

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charles_leclerc 2 out of 262819 photos where she stole my phone and the one (1) photo with me in it like okaaaaaaaaaay (🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥💯💯💯💯💯💯🥶🥶🥶🥶🥶🥶🥶‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️)

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username NAHHH WHO TAUGHT HIM HOW TO TYPE LIKE THAT

username PLEASE OMG

username andddddddd we're 🔙 to having charles have a breakdown every single time y/n (HIS GIRLFRIEND) interacts with him

username god heard my prayers

username why do i have a feeling lando and max went EXTREME

-> yourusername if u call pushing us both off the yacht and not letting us back on until we said "hiiiiii" civilly to each other extreme, then yes. they were EXTREME.

-> charles_leclerc still mad about it. i said "hiiiii 😍😍😍😍🥰🥰🥰🥰😘😘😘😘" and you said "hi 😐😐😐😐."

-> yourusername sorry i was too busy finding ways to poison u then ❤️❤️❤️ im good and better now ❤️❤️❤️ (police and officials LOOK AWAY)

-> username netflix needs to leave dts and document THIS

username someone should write a book on this vacation and it should be max ☝️☝️☝️

username WAR IS OVERRRRR

username they're BACK god bless

username the way i KNOW charles is thanking max and lando on his knees like homeboy would be stuck without them fr

-> danielricciardo excuse you i was the mastermind

-> landonorris you literally did nothing except sit on ft for hours and yell at us.

-> danielricciardo tell that to all those thank you texts (money) charles sent me

-> landonorris YOU TOLD ME NO ONE WILL BE GETTING PAID charles_leclerc

-> charles_leclerc i sent him $1 because heidi asked me to

-> heidiberger_ he threatened to fly out to italy i did everyone a favour

username the y/n effect is coming back with full throttle like yeaaaaaaaaah

username i need a trilogy on this vacation like i need EVERYTHING

username the way i KNOW both of their families just rejoiced like they were going through it 😭😭😭

username everyday i wake up and thank the lord and heavens for daniel ricciardo, max verstappen and lando norris

yourusername i look so good wtfff

-> charles_leclerc yes you do 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

yourusername bébé ( baby )

-> charles_leclerc mon ange ( my angel )

yourusername soulmates 4 sure

-> charles_leclerc 👍

-> username lord i am not your strongest soldier

-> username why is he like this 😭😭😭

yourusername lowk missed taking 26271727 selfies on ur phone

-> charles_leclerc missed seeing your pretty face every time i opened my gallery 💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔

-> username y/n never leave him again please

-> username my man's TRAUMATISED

[imjunebitch]

NEW PINNED ⭐

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THERES NO END:

u might live in the future. maybe this is an old pinned to u. the old pinned remains somewhere on my blog for the historians

under readmore so u can navigate my blog more easily :0

NAME: Juniper/June for short

AGE: 18 but like. recently eighteen, kinda.

PRONOUNS: she/it. (btw it/it's pronouns aren't dehumanizing but u refusing to use ppls pronouns is 💚)

GENDER: girl. trans. puppy. butch.

SEXUALITY: idk. idk, please don't do this to me man

JUST DO YOUR BEST: fine. definitely acespec. probably demi. definitely not aro. i like all genders, but i have a preference for men and mascs. just. queer I guess. i tell straight people that im bisexual.

MARITAL STATUS: married as fuuuck ilu @aliasismyalias and @damarshi

HEIGHT: 6'5. yes, im serious.

RELIGIOUS AFFILIATIONS: insular catholic/celtic pagan/self described animist

FAVORITE ANIMAL: clowns

THAT'S NOT AN ANIMAL: and I'm not really married it's just cute to say. leave me alone

OKAY CHARACTER PROFILE ASS INTRO DONE: thank fucking god

hi im june!!! I'm a trans girl who loves bad music and roller skating and soda and writing! I didn't set out to discourse, it just kinda happened unfortunately.

WHAT ARE YOUR TAKES: darn it, we're back to this format

JUST FOR A LITTLE: fine. tme/tma is bullshit. transandrophobia is real. transmisogyny is real. intersexism is real. exorsexism is real. all of it deserves equal attention and exposure. any identity not intrinsically founded on harming other people deserves tolerance at the very least, whether or not you understand it. we're all fags and they hate us all. you're entitled to your opinion but im entitled to mad at you. radfem ideology is poison. i love men and mascs even if some of them suck and you won't convince me to stop, assholes. call me a pick-me all you fucking want. stop "reclaiming the r-slur" u can't say that unless u have a mental disability. and as someone who does I don't see why u would want to.

there hopefully that clears some things up!!!

i want us to be friends and have a good time and chill! enjoy my blog, please! also i want u to see this, my friend @moon-grub made it, it's her OC, June Fallout, who I named myself after. one of the best gifts I've ever gotten, I swear.

holy shit I'm in a picrew. tags below.

#june chats for my coherent posts. takes, responses I thought abt, sharing things abt my life. things that aren't just yk. thoughtless reblogs or...

#shitpost, my incoherent, often jokey posts. im kinda funny imo u can see if u agree

#queer discourse is my...uh... you'll never believe this it's my queer discourse

#june yells is like june chats but it's the angry version. lots of ranting abt and directed to exclusionists. and abt transandrophobia in the queer community.

[sincerelystesichorus]

let's talk about that one scene in oops

(and fizzarolli in general bc me and my autism r obsessed with this scene and haven't seen someone break it down. also ft. blitz lmao)

just a general scene and vague character breakdown/analysis!

i first of all want to admire the perfect representation of best friends to enemies with blitz & fizz because ugh.

And like Blitz tells everyone this but the way it's so malicious here. Just the perfect simple dig and Fizz's little shit eating grin because it delivered how he knew it would sdfkjsdkf. Shoves Blitz to the side because really that's all he cares to say. Fuck you and what you did to me, bye bye <3 Fizz is so for talking shit and dipping (House of Asmodeus) I love how messy it is but also shows how he really doesn't hold malice for Blitz otherwise. Obviously we see this front and center later in the episode once they start reconnecting, but I like the subtlety and how he's so willing to snap at Blitz despite his usual anxiety with confrontation.

Blitz also knowing exactly what to say to really piss Fizz off once things escalate <3

(Fizz literally so smug and content with himself lmfao)

(smirk wiped off bc hey that's the thing i'm sensitive about!!)

But Fizz keeps his composure. And if you'll let me be alarmingly gay for a second, I love how his version of keeping his cool as a messy gay is managing to basically recreate this drag race confrontation in what is probably my favorite set of Fizzie lines.

eat him up babes. also it's so important that that shitty coffee and fizz were on this side of the street for framing i'll talk about it more in a sec jfskjdfksf.

and now my personal favorite exchange of this entire scene that is criminally underrated imo:

love his face after this line. I SUPPORT DISABLED PEOPLES WRONGS sfjdlkfsdd. literally so fucking nasty with his clown wit but also so justifiable because yeah blitz did just pull this nightmare and dip in fizz's pov. i cannot wait for that to get touched on more likeeee why were they kept apart ugh.

and finally!!

this cut to blitz,, specifically the scarred side of his face is sooo good.

the face of a man who just achieved critical vicious mockery vs. the face of a man that knows he can only win this interaction one way now

Blitz does deserve a little violence maybe <3 Fizz underestimated his ass jjdkfsdlk.

Idk I just love how indicative this whole interaction is for their characters but especially Fizz, it's a perfect build-up for him. Fizz has major imposter syndrome with dual layers because of general haters but especially because of Mammon and Asmodeus. Not on any fault of Ozzie's,, we just see Fizz obviously thinks he isn't fully deserving of their relationship/his situation and the healthy dynamics of it and so do most major news outlets apparently askjfsk.

(full fizzy meme post & also i like how this is a special also like damn do u think they were also apart of the crossword??)

It'll be really interesting to see how his character develops in future episodes because I feel like a lot of what I've rambled about here has come to a resolution after 2 Minutes Notice in the musical special lmao. I really like how here when he goes to compose himself, this is how he does it.

Makes me wonder how many times him and Ozzie have had the self-worth and imposter syndrome conversation before it finally stuck in the Mammon Musical Special. I just love their relationship and how they compliment one another,, and how it projects into Fizz's other relationships because they're healthy for one another. Love my OTP love Blitz & especially love Fizzie. Obviously.

[schrodinger-swriter]

Helluva Hotel Masterlist

Here you will find my writings for Hazbin Hotel and Helluva Boss. I more so go off of what we are shown within the episodes, as I do not follow Vivzie and the crew on social media. Any headcanons that may go against what has been said outside of that is purely do to this fact. I stress that you be patient.

The characters listed below do not determine what characters I will and wont write for. I will not be writing for Valentino, though. For reasons I feel I do not need to explain.

CHARLIE:

F J O C for Charlie

B L T Z for Charlie

D G K U V for Charlie

Prompts 1 and 3 with Charlie

Prompts 2 8 and 11 with Charlie

VAGGIE:

B C J L T Z for Vaggie

ALASTOR:

Alastor x Deaf!Reader

Alastor x Short!Hotheaded!Reader

Alastor and the Reader pining for one another

H I P W for Alastor

S for Alastor

Alastor x Short!Plushie!Reader

A B C E G J K for Alastor

L Q R for Alastor

D N Y Z for Alastor

Prompts 3 and 4 with Alastor

Alastor and the Reader battling together

T X for Alastor

Prompts 8 11 12 with Alastor

Platonic Alastor x Reader who loves old music

Alastor x Cat Demon!Reader

SIR PENTIOUS:

Sir Pentious x Warm bodied!Reader

Sir Pentious and the Reader pining for one another

A D J Z for Sir Pentious

I K O P Q U for Sir Pentious

C H S X Y for Sir Pentious

Sir Pentious x Winged!Reader

Reader becoming jealous of Cherri Bomb

Sir Pentious x Bat!Reader

Sir Pentious x Intelligent!Inventor!Reader

Romantic Sir Pentious headcanons

Sir Pentious x Reader w/ a goat skull for a head

Prompts 3, 4, 11 with Sir Pentious

Sir Pentious with a partner who is maternal to the egg boiz

Sir Pentious and the Egg Boiz with a Sick!Motherly!Reader

Marriage with Sir Pentious

Sir Pentious x Reader who is on their period

Sir Pentious saving the Reader

Sir Pentious x Reader who has self image issues

Sir Pentious x Girly!Reader

HUSK:

A C I J K N P Z for Husk

E H L R X for Husk

Platonic Father!Husker x Teen!Reader

ANGEL DUST:

A D F K L P Q T X for Angel Dust

C I Z for Angel Dust

Angel Dust x Asexual!Reader

Platonic Angel Dust x Reader who ghost writes erotica

NIFFTY:

B Y N for Niffty

C G I P for Niffty

LUCIFER:

A B E H for Lucifer

J K L Z for Lucifer

D I O X Y for Lucifer

R T for Lucifer

P U for Lucifer

Lucifer x Sinner!Reader

C for Lucifer

Lucifer x Fallen Angel!Reader

Lucifer x Reader who did something terrible for a good cause

Lucifer x Writer!Reader

Prompt 13 with Lucifer

Prompt 12 with Lucifer

Prompts 8 10 and 11 with Lucifer

Prompt 3 with Lucifer

Prompt 1 with Lucifer

Lucifer x Artist!Reader

Lucifer x Baker!Reader

Flying with Lucifer

Lucifer x Gardener!Reader

VOX:

C E I J M F for Vox

B D K for Vox

Vox x Cat Demon!Reader who bites him

Vox x Reader who gives him things

Prompts 8 9 10 with Vox

Prompts 5 and 12 with Vox

LUTE:

C K Z J for Lute

A B G H U for Lute

D E L V W for Lute

Prompts 1 3 12 with Lute

Prompt 10 with Lute

Prompt 5 with Lute

Prompts 8 and 13 with Lute

Prompts 7 and 15 with Lute

M R for Lute

ADAM:

B C K L P for Adam

Q U R X Z for Adam

CARMILLA:

Carmilla x Injured!Reader

Prompt 13 with Carmilla

A B C F J for Carmilla

ROSIE:

T V for Rosie

Prompts 2 and 13 with Rosie

C K Z for Rosie

J I for Rosie

Prompts 3 and 9 with Rosie

Rosie x Non Cannibal!Reader

FIZZ:

Platonic Fizz x Clown!Reader

STRIKER:

Striker x Reader who got cheated on by Blitz

MULTIPLE CHARACTERS:

Asmodeus and Fizz being friends with the reader

The main cast of Hazbin on Valentine's day

FLUFF ALPHABET

TROPES LIST

[blvckentropy]

WARNING LONG RANT!

Okay so I've been sitting on Drake so called "diss track" and I still declare it as the biggest CONTRADICTING ASS track ever. Like I get die hard Drake fans gone be like he won regardless but he hasn't because he made several deep holes in his argument. Granted you probably don't give a damn and that's fine. Overall, neither do I but some of you got so blinded and hyped by his one-liners and his flow that you ain't peep what he really said did you? Ngl, had me sitting here like a was crazy for a minute. Now correct me if I'm wrong cause I also had to fact check myself, but these are the lines that got me like now wait wait....

You said, "The ones that you're gettin' your stories from, they all clowns" just to say "We plotted for a week and then we fed you the information".... which one is it? Are you calling yourself a clown or the ppl you sent the info. to? I'm perplexed.

"What about the bones we dug up in that excavation? And why isn't Whitney denyin' all of the allegations? Why is she following Dave Free and not Mr. Morale? You haven't seen the kids in six months, the distance is wild Dave leaving heart emojis underneath pics of the child"

First and for most, what is your obsession with this woman? Also are we in high school? Why we worried about someone follow count and/or who following who? She a grown ass woman like she can't have male friends. Plus, if irl she with Kendrick every day, why does she need to? And if Kendrick aint worried about, why are you? You caught up in finding out if that's her real bd but where are your evidence? If Kendrick has to, you do too. Childish.

BUT THIS IS WHERE IT GOT DISRESPECTFUL!

"This Epstein angle was the shit I expected TikTok videos you collected and dissected Instead of being on some diss-direct shit You rather fucking grab your pen and misdirect shit My mom came over today and I was like, "Mother, I—, mother, I—, mother—" Ah, wait a second, that's that one record where you say you got molested"

"This about to get so depressin' This is trauma from your own confessions This when your father leave you home alone with no protection, so neglected That's why these pedophile raps and shit you so obsessed with, it's so excessive"

"Touch My Body" by Mariah Carey play, you probably start reflectin"

This whole verse was a misinterpretation of Kendrick's song "Mother I Sober" which I had to educate myself with. Long story short, the song is about his mom SA and how she thought he was by his cousin even when he told her "no" and it forms a bigger picture to his overall family trauma as a whole and so on. So not only did you Mr. " You gotta learn to fact check things and be less impatient" if that ain't the biggest pot calling the kettle black idk what is. You got it wrong (Kendrick pretty much explained it) then double down on borderline prob over the line atp disrespecting his mother and all and every victim of SA? We victim shaming now?

I never been with no one underage, but now I understand why this the angle that you really mess with Just for clarity, I feel disgusted, I'm too respected If I was fucking young girls, I promise I'd have been arrested I'm way too famous for this shit you just suggested

*Slow claps* Congratulations you played yourself. What in the fuckery? CURRENTLY....DIDDY DOODLE BOB HAS ALLEGATIONS RIGHT NOW AND HE'S MORE FAMOUS THAN U. And don't get me started on the list....umm...you literally just named one (If you still bumping R. Kelly, you could thank the Savior)

"Only fuckin' with Whitneys, not Millie Bobby Browns, I'd never look twice at no teenager" but you'll look once? Also, someone que up the video with him on stage w/ a 17-year-old. He and I quote "Why you look like that?" "You thick. look at all this" Then kiss her all over her face🤔 Sir a kiss on the cheek or forehead would suffice but I digress.

And correct me if I'm wrong, I believe the only reason Kendrick hasn't even the touch the "beating allegations" is because he covers all that in both Mr. Morale and Mother I sober? If I'm correct, then you basically didn't tell us nothing that hasn't been said on him. Plus you also not fact checking. Where's of your proof? I would think someone with the upper hand would have laid down evidence that you mastermind...oh wait...was Kendrick right along? Now you look like the goofy on defense. Like do Kendrick even have to say anything?

Bruh, but the funniest part on it all. You acting like YOU DIDN'T ASK FOR THIS. YOU DROP A DISS first wanting him to response and now you trying to make it seem like you didn't? My guy, if your actions alone here isn't a manipulation master class. Chileeeeee

[voxofthevoid]

yello

hard yes to all your points re the stupid takes. i had to type up a bunch of posts in anger and then save them without posting just to calm down when i first read those takes, so seeing the same gists in writing on your post was very cathartic lmao.

"this is not legal [heartbreak emoji]" actually cracked me tf up HAHA vox, they are HEARTBROKEN that it's not legal to grope someone on the train. god, have some empathy! i do wonder how these types of people find you....the inscrutable algo perhaps? either way, very annoying but in a way that horseshoes around into being farcically funny.

also, when i first read your answer, i had to stare at "deaged!Gojou" for a bit bc i was reading it as "deag-ed" and was like .....what does that word ? mean ? but YES my beloved there's a lover in the story series! i adore them, weep softly for nanami, etc. etc. knowing your work more now, i laugh at the memory of my first comment that went something like "i found this bc i was looking for nanami&yuuji tagged fics". i understand now why you just had to blink at that LOL.

re it follows you home, yes, you are completely correct about all the things you mentioned (my step away from jjk and nanami my lynchpin)! i actually went looking for that fic bc i was curious if you had written any threesomes while i waited for taking the flesh—if you remember, i was having trouble wrangling a piece of porn, which was actually a threesome scene i was struggling w. i read all the porny bits of ifyh, went off and finished my fic, and now i'm back to properly read it from the beginning. i can confidently report that the porny bits were a) very helpful; and b) got me kind of obsessed w selfcest w a younger self. i can't stop thinking about it for my own fandom now..... and as for the proper emotional and narrative meat of the fic, i'm enjoying myself immensely! satoru (mini) is such a little creature and i am tirelessly fond ♥︎

re the style guides, i imagine w your work, you rawdogging is still spades more coherent than the average person if only bc i imagine the trauma of style-guiding for work is not the sort that leaves one swiftly.

i got to the end of this ask and didn't really have a question in mind bc i was largely just yappin @ u but as an act of respect for the sacred ask box: how do you think of your plots? do you actively sit and think about what you might be interested in writing or do the ideas come to you (hankering, cawing, scrabbling)? now i have a mental picture of u sitting on sukuna's bone throne (lol [lip bite emoji]) with all your ideas dancing around u like squirming curses. horrifying and good!

ok goodbye for now, sorry for the obscene length again yikes. i swear my next ask is gonna be so pithy, you'll blink and it'll be gone

—rattington of bruhsworth the iii

Here’s to having a brain 🍻 Pity it only brings us Pain and Consternation. Gold star to you for having the self-restraint to not post those! I’d be the first to testify to the cathartic powers of a good rant, but with those specific topics, it’d be like yelling into a muck pit where sentient shit is engaged in a battle royale. Also, now I’m very curious if you’ve ever ventured into the Reddit side of fanfic communities, like r/Ao3 or r/FanFiction—those are the only public social spaces I’ve ventured to outside of Tumblr in ages, and man, the diskhorse there is a different breed.

It was a friend who pointed out how 💔 read in that context, and I’ve been cackling about it since. As for how they find me, the general tags I use (fandom and characters) may be the main culprit, though yet another baby anti did tell me once that Tumblr probably suggested my post to them because of the “anon” tag. There’s No Escaping The Algorithm. Very much agreed on the farcically funny part. I block these clowns in the wild, but whenever they show up in my posts, it’s free real estate. Here’s another tidbit you may find amusing: Two of the three or four JJK antis who’ve blighted my virtual doorstep were hardcore Sukuna/reader and Toji/reader shippers—fascinating tastes from the “what you like in fiction reflects your character” crowd.

I’m fucking wheezing, but yeah, that’s fair 🤣 Sometimes, hyphens save the day—alas. And yes, that part of your comment was very amusing! But also, I don’t think you were alone in that. That series has, from what I can tell, drawn in a number of people who weren’t looking for or even into goyuu but started reading for the Nanami & Yuuji relationship and then got trapped in the angsty underage teacher/student fuckery. I’d say that the comment along those lines that caught me off guard the most was one in the fic you’re currently going through—someone found it via the Gojou/Gojou selfcest tag, and I hadn’t even considered that possibility, which is stupid of me because it ain’t like selfcest is a rare taste.

Using a cut again because of the length—if anything doesn't make sense or there are horrendous typos, forgive me.

I may or may not have done a victory dance at the confirmation that my guesses were accurate, btw. But that makes sense! And I do indeed remember your (fictional) threesome troubles. Glad to hear you finished it!! Was the fic well behaved, or was there much screaming?

Most of the threesomes (and four/fivesomes) I wrote are for the MCU tbh. I’ll probably branch out more in JJK, but the one in the way it follows you home would still have been your best bet for studying the mechanics—what with my somewhat insane decision to write three men with a total of eight arms between them fucking in unholy configurations. It’s for sure the trickiest threesome scene I’ve pulled off to date—and this is despite my having written four versions of the same guy gangbanging someone in the MCU—and I’m glad it was helpful! Even more delighted to see it’s got you nibbling on that specific flavor of selfcest!! Cook, my friend, as the kids say 🍲 Meanwhile, may mini gremlin Satoru treat you well.

Tbh, the effect has been mixed in interesting ways. On the one hand, it killed several of my fucks about editing my own works—knowing the sheer amount of work needed to edit professionally and properly made me go “like fuck am I doing this for my hobby.” On the other, it’s helped me get a better and ever-improving grasp on the technicalities of writing, so my first drafts are leagues better than they used to be, especially combined with my tendency to write a fic in full before editing or posting it. It balances out.

Keep my respecting the sacred ask function of the ask box, and it might grow sentient and follow you home—this is Tumblr, you never know. But I shall always welcome your yaps, question or no question 💗

The plot bunnies hunt me for sport, my friend 🥹 At current count, I’ve written 47 fics for JJK (around 10 of which are oneshot versions of longer, pending ideas), got two WIPs (one on hiatus), 93 ideas I want to write that exist only as outlines of varying degrees of detail, and well over ten discarded ideas. Very few of these involved me going, “Hm, I’d like to write something about [X].” They just…come to me (hankering, cawing, scrabbling—yes, how’d you guess?). They’re sparked by something, usually. Some strong emotions about a canon scene or development, a stray thought, a sudden and vivid but contextless image of an interaction or scene, some other media, a general theme or trope that’s a perennial interest. These days, the main culprit is @nearalways and our conversations—but that’s a development unique to Tender, albeit a delightful one. I’m usually not the brainstorming type.

But once an idea has manifested itself and is lodged in my brain, further development varies! Sometimes, it’s deliberate—usually when I’m trying to flesh out an outline for/while writing that idea. Sometimes, it’s again conversations with Tender. Very often, it’s me trying to sleep and my brain deciding that a thousand words’ worth of scenes and dialogue is the better alternative. I think that mental image of yours is Lovely but also too Cool for the reality—which is me dramatically hissing while the ideas poke at me with pitchforks like one of those stereotypical depictions of hell.

I am politely pressing F to doubt whether you’ll be pithy next time, but hey, this reply of mine is nearly 1k again, so I sure as hell ain’t judging the length! Be free, be wild.

(PS: That’s a delightful title 👑)

[ohwell-itsme-but-danganronpa]

Saiouma Ship Dynamics

springbug: literally Them [saiouma]

Ves: kokichi's grubby little baby hands are very small to be warming up shuuichi's but the sheer force of his blush can make up for it, actually space heater boy

Me: I do think Kokichi is a space heater wholeheartedly. and that his fingers are nimble and flexible, he has a lot more tricks than just lockpicking. so they're not that small and stubby to me. but yes, they're soft and warm, while Shuichi is a bony guy

Springbug:

Me: technically, it could go both ways, but I feel like it's skewed towards Shuichi being A and Kokichi being B, Kokichi is very touchy, he would PDA constantly if it was okay with Shu, and if he has his clown family he's not nearly as touch starved as Shuichi who probably didn't have friends before being forcibly adopted by the extroverts of their cast Ves: i was thinking the reverse but u make a good case for ur vision… Me: the models for A & B make it look like the reverse to a point where I feel deja vu and wonder if I didn't see a fanart with those expressions but for the dynamic I do believe that Shu is more touch starved, and touch is the easiest love language for Kokichi to show he's probably been sleeping in a pile with his clowns, he has to re-learn what personal space is when with other people, Shuichi could never Ves: shuuichi got a hug from his uncle and thought about it for multiple months however once the floodgates r broken all previous messages still apply. he WILL be resting his entire weight on top of kokichi's fragile twink bones Me: yeah once they're at the stage of a relationship when they sleepover often & comfortably (or live together) Shuichi's snugglebug gene gets activated, the cuddle monster awakens all of a sudden and he's here to stay (as long as it's in the privacy of their chambers)

[nurlycheeprincess]

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I n t r o d u c t i o n

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🧷✩HiHi!! Welcome to my lil space✩🧷

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I’m Nur and I regress to cope with c-ptsd bpd and help me to deal with autism

All of it is medically diagnosed and I’m proud of the progress I’ve made with my lovely therapist helping me every step!

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˙✩°˖🫐 ˚₊‧ I usually regress between 5 to 7 ˖°✩˙

Big me is 19 (soon 20 on April 19th heehee!!) and a full-time art student *:･ﾟ✧

I’m genderfluid + go by ANY pronouns so pls use what feels right to you~!

𓊆ྀི 🌻𓊇ྀི Regression helps me let go of big emotions and avoid meltdowns when I get overstimmed.

My physical health is also tricky sometimes, so pls be gentle and patient with me if I’m slow to respond ♡

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I have a safe, SFW caregiver who is also my amazing boyfriend when I’m big ~★ I call him Papa Bear 🧸 He’s soft and patient and helps me feel safe after my old cg was harmful and crossed boundaries.

I’m healing and I’m proud of me~ (and him too!) ꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡

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I LOVE :

✧ Pink! pInk ! PINK! (everything pink is my joy)

✧ Animals big and smol from spiders to whales! 🐋

✧ Drawing + coloring (I do requests and blank colouring pages!)

✧ Games like Minecraft, Hello Kitty Island, Infinity Nikki, Cookie Run Kingdom, Roblox, Good Pizza Great Pizza and more!

✧ Indie games + visual novels

✧ Cartoons + Barbie movies on YouTube

✧ clowns in general 🎪🎭🤹🎠

✧ Sanrio, Miffy, Chiikawa, Rilakkuma & all things mascot-y and cuddly!!

✧ music (I have a few playlists on Spotify if anyone is interested 🎧✨)

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I just wanna spread kindness, love and softness around me! ૮⸝⸝´｡• ༝ •｡`⸝⸝ა

If you’re kind + safe, we’re already friends ! ⭐️

Let’s be mutuals if you have any common interests ♡

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🩷☀️ Ty for your time 🧸🎀

꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖° Have the softest day ever~!! °˖꒰ᵕ༚ᵕ⑅꒱

[swoosbadfuture]

ian and erin headcanons . hi im sane

Ian

Barely scraping 5’7

Half Canadian on his dad’s side

Bisexual, male pref

Straight A* student all aside from literature in which he barely has a B. Do not mention literature to him ever he’ll go mad

superiority complex . start the clown music . he needs to prove he’s the best always because if he isn’t the best then he’s automatically the worst

Very very autistic + low empathy. Prefers logic > emotion . Has a kind of “im not the weird one everyone else is weird I’m the normal one” view by accident

Complete Mama’s boy. you would never expect it but he is her little boy through and through

Gets along well w his dad too but they have very similar personalities and kinda clash a lot . Similar ideals just both very argumentative n stubborn . But god they will sit and listen to music for hours and just go full autism mode over it

Both his parents are very chill though. They are also both goths n r very proud of Ian

He's an only child

Voice breaks the moment he shows any emotion he’ll be talking normally n then get emotional n his voice just 📈

Speaking of which he is overly emotional and very bad at expressing it . very volatile person

Loyal to a fault and very justice oriented but also kinda holds these values to everyone without realising not everyone has the same morals . He doesn’t quite Get that not everyone is the same as him

Overprotective in a way that sometimes comes across as possessive . He’s not possessive he just has issues okay 💔

Phobia of the ocean and everything in it u will never see him on a boat ever he’d rather Die

Was good friends with Jason in kindergarten but kinda drifted apart from him as Jason got closer with Kevin. Kevin and Ian have never liked eachother insult eachother mercilessly. Poor Jason had to sit there and watch as they tried to beat eachother to a pulp. You can tell Kevin hates Ian because he rarely ever calls him by his first name

has a boyfriend in secret. Very much denies it. Only Erin and his parents know and he is trying so very hard to not let the secret out

Wants OUT of McKinley so bad . doesn’t even care abt changing his last name. I imagine McKinley is probably a bit of a small suburban town thats a bit of a bedroom community. The theme park is probably more well known than the town itself. Ian knows that if he just moves a few towns over then the name association will Go Away

Wanted to do astrophysics at college :) thinks space is cool as fuck

Resting face is worse than bitch he looks like he’s about to commit a murder in cold blood . Cold stare 0 emotions. And then suddenly he smiles and he’s just :D

Must stick to a consistent sleep schedule or else he’s a delusional nightmare

Stronger than he looks but would also probably crumple into 1000 pieces if he stubbed his toe

Likes horror movies but is lowkey a bit squeamish . would never admit it though. His favourite movie is Saw 2004 and he has to look away at all the gorey parts

Erin

5’8 and uses this 1 inch she has over Ian for Everything.

German ancestry on her dad’s side but doesn really know much about it besides that It’s There

Bisexual w pref for girls .

She/they nonbinary

Dyed her hair blue once and the ends are still kinda stained . Doesn’t care to cut it off because she thinks it looks cool (it does (it absolutely does))

Actual straight A* student and again uses this against Ian and teases him about his many struggles with Shakespeare

Collects bones n skulls n animal pelts and etc. Owns a few taxidermy animals .

Also very autistic n relates a lot to Ian bc of it

Is actually fairly good at socialising! just hates people

Parents do not understand the whole goth thing but are trying their best . Yes they did freak out when Erin brought home a taxidermy rat she got while out with Ian at an arts fair but oh well what can you do

Used to do figure skating when she was young !! still very confident at ice skating n likes to show off whenever she goes compared to Ian whos constantly falling on his ass. Let her have her moments of glory she deserves them.

The one who does the nail polish. Hence why hers is always perfect and Ian’s is always chipped bc she can always touch hers up whenever she needs to and Ian Cannot

Very aware of Ian’s superiority complex absolutely humbles him every chance she gets

Kinda obsessed w shitty low budget horror movies and indie films

Absolutely adores the art of SFX and fake gore / blood / etc n loved doing it herself. Halloween was her favourite holiday and she’d always go all out with it. Or would grab Ian and make him sit there for 2 hours. “come here sit down I need to see how realistically I can make your hand look like it’s been mauled” “Erin ew what the fuck”

Crush on Wendy that she’d never ever admit to. Only Ian knows and they have a deal where if he doesn’t spill about her crush she won’t spill about his boyfriend. Problem solved (they’re at eachother’s necks over it)

Makes friendship bracelets for her friends. Rest in peace Erin Ulmer you wouldve loved the Loom Bands craze of 2014

the both of them

Social rejects but they own it ™️ . Will literally take in anyone who’s also a bit of a ‘weird kid’ and convert them to goth subculture

Unfortunately this happens never it really do just kinda be the two of them vs the world huh

Dated for like a week once in sophomore year. Broke up immediately after their first kiss and decided they’d just pretend it never happened and that that 1 week of their lives just doesn’t exist. Did not happen ❤️

That being said though RAAAH WHAT ARE THE BOUNDS OF FRIENDSHIP. They hug and cuddle and hold hands and kiss cheeks constantly even if only as friends. Very physically affectionate though partially kinda to fuck with people who can’t seem to understand what the hell is going on with them both

“Oh yeah look at us nobody thinks we’re queer” “Ian we’re goth we might as well have it tattooed on our foreheads” “Fucks sake I can’t have shit in the 21st century”

Friendly banter is fucking insane they are just straightup insulting eachother. You know that one Gumball meme where Gumball is in hospital after being hit by a bus and he gets a card from Darwin saying “that bus should’ve ended you. love Darwin” that’s them that’s them that is them

They care eachother so much they are just bad at vocalising it so if they arent sitting there hugging they instead feel the need to be aggressively mean to eachother in loving and caring way

Erin is way more grounded and has more common sense than Ian who meanwhile is batshit insane at times and will 100% do crazy shit for the hell of it

Both of them rockin up to the town next door w their fake IDs to buy a months worth of R rated movies (fool proof plan (Ian almost got arrested once))

If only they had been around when Vine came out …. they would’ve been famous i tell u

[judeswhore]

Jude would play dress up with his daughter (we all know he’s a girl dad) 100%

Just coming home to find Jude with a crown, poorly painted nails, and having “tea time” with your daughter who has the biggest smile on her face.

You’re just laughing all “Jude what’re you doing?” And he’s staring at you with a playful frown “we’re having tea. What does it look like?🙄” and your daughter chimes in, “yeah, and daddy said I could play dress up with him too! I need clothes that fit him though…”

You’re laughing even harder because Jude just has a shocked look and staring at your daughter “are you calling me fat??😟” but you’re hushing him, and grabbing your daughter “yes, Now let’s go find clothes to put on daddy!” And he’s pissed because you and your daughter just ran upstairs to find clothes for ‘dress up’, he heard that you called him fat (he knows you’re joking tho😭),he knows you’re gonna clown him for this, force him to dress up, take photos, probably make him wear a dress or something, and send this to jobe and his mom (Jobe would never let him live this down. EVER.) , but he wouldn’t care. As long as you’re both happy, he’s willing to do anything for his.

jude and his daughter having a little daddy daughter day while ur at work or spending the day w ur friends/family and the whole day ur daughter has ran his absolutely ragged. they’ve been out for lunch together and then they played dolls, she made him learn a dance her and her friends made up and now they’re having a tea party after she’s made him look all pretty. she’s gotten into ur make up and has covered his face in blusher and terrible eyeshadow, his lips a stupidly bright red but she just keeps telling him how pretty he looks.

so ur coming home and u find them tucked away in her bedroom, ur daughter in a princess dress and jude still in his normal clothes but covered in make up, so badly done u cant help but laugh. u can hear ur daughter telling him his clothes r dirty and he can’t have tea in them bc he’ll upset all her dolls so when ur coming in the room she’s all “mummy u have to help me find a dress for daddy” and jude’s all??? bc he does not wna dress up and he’s hoping ur gna get him out of it. but ur evil so ofc ur not. ur just picking ur daughter up with a nod and being all “i’m sure we can find something that’ll fit him”. finding one of ur old dresses and making him squeeze into it and he looks absolutely ridiculous but ur daughter is so happy that he can’t even be mad abt it :(( he’s going back to the little tea party and ur taking all these pictures and he’s sending u a glare bc “u better not be sending them to jobe” but obviously you’ve sent them straight to the gc u have w his family and he knows he’s never gna live it down but at the same time if it makes his little girl happy he doesn’t mind

[watchoutforthefanfics]

a carving on some wood || Reddie (It)

AVAILABLE ON AO3

Inspiration: a request by @aubriereddie

Summary: "can u do one where eddie catches richie carving r+e into the kissing bridge"

TWs: internalized homophobia (like seriously Richie hates himself), self hatred, explicit language (it's reddie), angst, vague ending, and some injuries (Richie accidentally cuts himself).

[[A/N: As someone from a smalltown who is distinctly not straight, this one hit so... Thanks for the request. Enjoy :)))]]

Richie Tozier had been hyping himself up for this for three days. Okay, maybe a week. Maybe two weeks-

A few months, okay? He's not fucking proud.

He wouldn't have been doing it in the first place, honestly, if they hadn't fucking fought a demon clown. If Eddie hadn't broken his arm, and their lives (as fucking kids) were on the line. What the fuck by the way. He was faced with death at 12 years old, he almost died at 12 years old-

(He was rivaling on 13 now, actually, his birthday was sooner, rather than later.)

And maybe that's why he was doing this.

Why he'd told his parents he was going to a friend's house (they never asked who, Richie wasn't sure they cared), and decidedly was not. Making a turn off the residential street, and riding his bike somewhere he'd only been a few times. He'd mostly stared at the carvings, and hesitated when he was, maybe building up to now.

Richie could admit, to himself at least, that he'd been ready to do this since he could recognize what he felt. Since he'd read through comics and started understanding the couples, and maybe getting a little invested. And maybe starting to realize just what he was feeling, what he had always kinda felt (if you could feel those things when you were so young, Richie wasn't sure you could). But now Richie was in middle school, and people were dating and kissing and in couples that actually meant something (or so he believed)-

And Richie was faced with the fucking reality of what he was. What he felt.

Maybe that added to it, but he knew since that summer (and almost fucking dying), that he was going to end up here. Because Richie could die with this and it would be lost with him. And, for some reason, he didn't want that. At all.

He wanted there to be evidence. Because one day, he wouldn't be there to just do it. Feel it.

So, here he was, parking his bike with a knife in his pocket and an idea in his head.

He was doing it in the hours that the high school was still in class, maybe primarily so no one could see him. And he'd told every other person in the Loser's Club that he was grounded for today, and couldn't do shit.

Even still, he walked backwards to the bridge. Eyes flicking around the area (maybe for a clown too), because he was sure if anyone fucking found him that he was dead. And despite how much he fucking hated himself (for feeling this way, being different), he really didn't want to die.

After tripping over rocks and falling on his ass multiple times (he was pretty sure it was going to bruise actually), his back bumped into something solid. Wooden, maybe. Richie wasn't sure how he could exactly tell.

He spun around and found himself on the bridge. After shooting a quick look around (on both sides), Richie found himself completely alone. So, he let himself crouch down and eye some of the carvings. He could, if he was honest, recognize some of the names. Some of them older kids he knew vaguely, and others he knew more personally. Well, he guesses he can't really assume that these carvings were them, but-

Fucking focus, Richie told himself.

The longer he was out here, the more dangerous it would be. So, he needed to just fucking get it done.

His eyes flicked behind his glasses, brushing over the wood. They immediately latched onto a bigger spot at the top, wide open. He was kinda surprised it hadn't been filled actually. This shit was practically ancient, why was it open?

Richie shook off the thought, making one more glance around (he was still very alone). The whistle of the wind through the tree leaves was either creepy or calming, he couldn't fucking tell. And then, he got down on his knees. (He figured he'd need to be a little sturdy operating a fucking knife of all things.)

It kind of hurt actually, with the old fucking chipped wood pushed into his skin. He'd gotten much worse though, so he ignored it.

Taking a deep breath in, he pulled out the knife and raised his hand.

Now normally, there would be a lot of questions. How big should it be? What exactly did he want to carve (Eddie, Spaghetti, Eds, E.K)? But, like he said before, Richie Tozier had been thinking about this for a long time.

His feelings felt big (for lack of a better word, Richie wasn't fucking good with words), so it was gonna be big. He wanted to be vague (to avoid any suspicion), and he, selfishly, wanted to be a part of it. Maybe because that might be the only way he ever gets to be together with Eddie, like that anyway. That being said, he wasn't going to carve it deep. He wanted it to be there, but he didn't want you to see it at first glance. It was a secret that Richie was sure he'd die with, it needed to still be kinda hidden. Even though he wanted it to outlive him.

It should be noted that Richie had been practicing. He'd taken big sticks and "carved them into a wizard's scepter"; not a single Loser batted an eye. He wanted it to be pretty clean, straight lines and shit (how Eddie would want it if he was honest with himself). So, he practiced.

Pressing into the wood felt natural, as he just started carving -he was always the kind to just do. The straight lines were easy, the curve of the R, though, was definitely the hardest (it took so much of his attention). Not to mention he was trying so hard to be perfect, trying to make it something that would fucking last.

Maybe that was why he didn't hear the other bike or the footsteps creaking along the wood all the way to just behind him.

It was right as he was finishing the last line that it happened.

"Whose E?"

Richie startled so fucking hard (shooting up to his feet) that he dropped the knife (which somehow had fucking cut his hand on the way down). He knew that fucking voice like the back of his hand. He felt a little like his heart might burst, or maybe he'd throw up right then and there.

He hadn't even noticed he was bleeding, not until-

"Fuck, you're bleeding," Eddie fucking Kaspbrak rushed over to him with his stupid fucking fanny pack, "-You're such a fucking idiot, you know that? You're too clumsy to use a fucking knife-"

Richie couldn't say anything. Not as Eddie pulled out antibacterial from his fanny pack, not as he sprayed it (which fucking burned), not as he cleaned up the blood with a cotton ball, and not even as he chewed him out the whole fucking time. All he could do was stare, and hope to whatever god was above that Eddie would forget what he saw.

"-When even was the last time you cleaned it?"

Eddie was looking at him now, expecting an answer. And Richie just swept his eyes across Eddie. His hair was getting longer now, and his freckles from the summer sun were fading (Richie still had them memorized through). He looked a little older than that summer, even though he'd just recently turned twelve (Eddie was quite a few months younger than him).

All Richie could do was shrug.

Eddie's big-ass brown eyes watched him for a moment, analyzing, before he said, "You're so fucking stupid."

And then, he moved back to the wound.

If Richie's heart wasn't busting out of his chest because of what he was just caught doing, it would've been racing anyway. Eddie was basically holding his hand at this point, all soft fingertips, and leftover tan skin from the summer (it was fading). He felt like he might fucking explode from a few things, honestly.

Richie physically couldn't say shit (anxiety clawing up his throat), but luckily, Eddie was filling the silence chewing him out. It didn't look suspicious... yet. He was trying to ready himself to speak, even though he had no clue what to fucking say.

Why him? Out of all the people to catch me, why him? That's so-

"There," Eddie carefully put a bandaid over it (it really wasn't that big of a deal, like at all), "-If you get an infection and die, that's not my fucking fault."

Richie swallowed, blinking once. His skin was itching so bad that he felt like clawing it off. He can't know, I can't lose him-

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Eddie asked, frustrated (but he could tell he was actually concerned), "-Are you scared of blood or some shit? Because I fucking cleaned it up-"

"Like what?" Richie said -blankly.

"Like..." Eddie pursed his lips, motioning his hands quickly (like he always did), "-that, dickweed."

"Hate to break it to ya," Richie tried to joke, but it wasn't all there (please don't notice it), "-but that's not making anything fucking clearer, Eds."

"That's not my name, asshole," he chimed, instinctively, "-and well, I can't fucking describe it if I don't know what it is, can I, dipshit?"

Richie deflected, "How did you find me?"

Eddie paused for a second, eyes flicking along his face (like he was looking for something, Richie had no idea what), "Ma actually let me go out today, she thinks I'm at the fucking library but how the fuck would she know anyway? I went to your fucking house, to see if I could hang out there, and then your Mom told me you weren't home, which means you fucking lied by the way-"

Richie processed the fact that Eddie had wanted to hang out with him on his free day for a second.

"-for whatever fucking stupid reason you decided. She said you were at a friend's, so I guessed it was Stan's because it's always Stan's-"

Richie was barely following at this point, just watching Eddie being emotive. He got lost in it sometimes-

"-and then, you weren't fucking there either. So I went fucking riding around Derry looking for you, you asshole. And when I was doing a fucking round, I saw your bike. Which you parked really fucking far away-"

Richie felt a little like running away.

"-So, I parked my bike where yours was, and saw your shitty shirt from a mile away because it's fucking hideously bright-"

Richie was frozen solid.

"-And now, I'm here," Eddie finished with a breath. His face was a little red from all the talking, Richie barely noticed it though.

They stood there in silence for a second too long. He knew that because Eddie started shifting from one foot to the other like he did when he was getting impatient.

"Why are you here anyway?" Eddie followed up, deciding to fill the silence himself, "-And why did you fucking lie about it?"

Richie gnawed at his lip, squeezing his hands into fists and then opening them, over and over again.

"Do you have like a-" Eddie pursed his lips together, awkwardly, "-secret crush on Bev or something? Is that why you didn't tell anybody-"

His mouth moved before he could stop it, "Bev's name doesn't start with an E, Eds."

He almost physically flinched at saying that shit, and then saying his name (which did in fact start with an E) so close together. If Eddie thought about it for too long, it was so fucking easy.

"Then... Then-" Eddie puffed out, maybe a little like he was being left out, "-why is it such a big fucking deal? You talk about girls all the time. Are you like... Is this fucking bigger than normal? Are you in love or some shit-"

"No," Richie near instantly responded, "-we just... uh, I just kissed her."

Eddie didn't believe him at all, he could tell (just stick to your fucking guns) and there was something in his face that he couldn't name.

"So," he repeated, something in his tone (it was driving Richie fucking crazy), "-whose E?"

Richie was fucking scrambling, his mind was completely blank. His stomach was twisted in knots that felt so tight, that he might not be able to breathe-

"Elena from first period," Richie said, just letting his mouth move (it was all he could do).

Eddie paused for a second, before countering -aggressively, "I'm in your fucking first period, dipshit, it's an A. A-lana."

Richie knew that.

Richie tried to be convincing, looking back to the carving (he should've made it fucking smaller), "Shit, really? Too late now, I guess."

Eddie just stared at him, big brown eyes. It made Richie actually want to throw up. It was like he saw him, was just staring like he was peeling back the layers of his skin -straight to his heart. You don't know. You can't know. Please, don't figure it out-

"Richie," Eddie's voice was different now, serious, "-why the fuck are you lying to me? Aren't we like... best friends or is that not-"

"We are," Richie interrupted, genuine, "-Of course we are, Eds."

"Then," Eddie echoed, "-Then, what the fuck, Richie? Whose E?"

Richie felt broken open, honestly debating jumping off the bridge and into the water. Maybe he'd hit his head so hard that he'd knock himself out, and get out of this conversation. Which was fucked up. But he physically couldn't say it. Even though, there was a part of him (deep, deep inside) that wanted to so fucking bad it burned. That he might be fucking free. He might hate him, but he'd get it over with. He'd be fucking free. But if Eddie hated him...

"I can't tell you," he decided on -pathetically.

God, it was so fucking obvious. This shit felt like torture-

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?"

Richie threw his hands up, cradling his face, "Can we please just fucking drop it, Eddie? I don't wanna talk about it-"

"I can't just drop it, dickhead," Eddie hissed back -something twisting in his face, "-You lied to all of us to fucking carve something in the kissing bridge. Why the fuck would you do that?"

"Eds, seriously-"

"No," he motioned with his hands, stomping somewhat closer to him (Richie almost physically took a step back, "-no, Richie. I'm confused as shit right now. Is there something wrong? Is it that stupid fucking clown ag-"

"No," Richie leveled, seriously.

"Then, what?" Eddie asked, closer (in his face now), "-What is so fucking bad about a carving on the kissing bridge? That you won't even tell your fucking friends about it-"

Richie was fidgeting with his hair now, constantly running his fingers through it, "Eddie, I can't-"

"What do you mean you can't?" Eddie kept pushing, "-Does she fucking not want to be seen with you or some shit?"

"Please, drop it-" Richie felt like crying.

Eddie frowned, and it was softer (even though he physically shoved him), "You're scaring the shit out of me, asshole. Seriously, this is so fucking unlike you. I don't... I don't get it-"

It fucking burst out of his chest, not exactly what needed to be said, but something very close.

"Eddie, it's not a fucking girl!"

Richie's face was in his hands, and his breaths were crashing out of his lungs so heavy -he might've been crying. He was frozen solid, and he physically couldn't move or look up. He couldn't look Eddie in the eyes. He might never be able to for the rest of his life. If he ever fucking sees him again-

His big ass mouth wins again.

Eddie was quieter then, careful, "What do you mean?"

"God," Richie threw his head up, and he was definitely crying, "-What the fuck do you think I mean, Eddie?"

He couldn't clearly see Eddie, but he could tell he looked a lot less angry. He was frowning, but in the nicer way, but there was still that thing that Richie couldn't identify. Do you hate me, Eds?

"I'm fucking sick in the head," Richie continued, and he was pacing now, "-I don't... I'm fucked up. I lied to everyone in my life. I've never even kissed a girl because I don't fucking want to-"

Eddie was just staring at him.

"And that's... And that's-" Richie let out a breath, "-that's not normal. I'm not... fucking normal."

There was a pause there, big breaths crashing through his chest. He tried to gather himself, like his life wasn't falling apart right there on the shitty ass bridge. Like he wasn't fucking broken open, like a porcelain doll. Like his best friend wasn't going to leave him in the dust because he's-

"You were never fucking normal, Richie."

Richie looked up, and Eddie didn't seem angry but he was scared to fucking death.

"Eddie, can you just leave me alone?" Richie billowed out, pushing his glasses up on his head so he could wipe at his eyes, and turned away from him (holding his arms and hunched over slightly), "-Like I know you fucking want to."

"How do you know what I want, dipshit?" Eddie piped up, "-Are you in my head?"

"Eds, seriously," Richie echoed, a little desperate, "-can you just go? I'm not... I need to be alone."

"Fuck that, you're my best friend, and-" Eddie replied, stubbornly, "-I'm not leaving you alone. You're gonna do something stupid, I just fucking know it."

Just leave me alone, please. It doesn't fucking matter anyway, I'm fucking broken. I'm not... right. Eddie, just leave me alone.

Richie sunk to the ground, pulling his knees up and hiding his face into them. He distantly felt the scabs littered along his skin, it was almost sort of grounding. It made him forget where he was, what he was saying, what he had said-

"Rich," Eddie spoke, hesitantly, "-is it me?"

He didn't say a word, he didn't even move. All that happened was his breath hitched in his chest. This day couldn't get any fucking worse-

"Am I E?" He continued, quietly (tone still drenched in that thing Richie couldn't identify).

Richie didn't respond, he couldn't. He'd already said too much. It was time for him to shut the fuck up, nothing he could say here would help-

"C'mon, Richie," Eddie persisted, "-just fucking answer me."

Richie just squeezed his knees tighter into his face, wordless. (For once in his life.)

"I'm actually asking you to talk for once," Eddie spoke, "-and you won't fucking do it."

"Eddie, I can't do this right now."

"Stop deflecting, asshole," Eddie just kept going (stop, stop, stop), "-just fucking tell me. Is it me?"

"Just stop, Eddie," Richie practically pleaded.

"I just wanna know, Richie," Eddie insisted, "-It's not fucking fair for you to not tell me."

Richie bit back, "I think I've fucking told you enough."

Eddie fell silent, maybe not expecting it.

"Do you think I wanted to tell you any of this?" Richie echoed out, head still shoved away, "-T-To tell anyone? I was just going to fucking die with it, alone. Because I'm not supposed to-"

Richie swallowed, cutting himself off.

"-I just... I'm not telling you anymore. I don't want to."

His breaths racked through his chest -loud and heavy. He was just trying to stop his heart from beating so fast, and trying to calm down. God, he never fucking wanted this.

"Who gives a fuck about what we're supposed to do?" Eddie countered.

Richie didn't move.

"Were we fucking supposed to-" Eddie's voice was getting louder (he was stepping closer), "-kill a fucking demon clown last summer?"

He just dug his face further into his legs, holding himself tighter. Ignore it. Ignore him.

"I'm supposed to take my pills Ma gives me," he proposed, even closer, "-but I fucking don't, do I?"

Ignore, ignore, ignore-

"Mike's supposed to kill stuff on the farm," he listed off, "-Bev's supposed to listen to her shitty ass Dad-"

"Eddie, stop," Richie nearly begged, something biting in his tone, "-None of that is the fucking same."

"How?" Eddie asked -pointedly, and he was right beside him now, "-How is that not the fucking same?"

"Because I'm," Richie sighed out, still not looking up, "-I'm fucking broken, Eds. I'm fucked up. Everyone else, they're allowed to do that shit, it's their own choice. I-"

His voice cut off (I can't control it. I can't fucking choose, if I could, I would be normal).

And even with the thought, he wasn't sure if he would. It was fucking Eddie. He didn't want to... He somehow, despite it being wrong, didn't want to lose what he felt for Eddie. Maybe that's why he carved it, because there was some part of him that was proud. Buried far, far away he thought Eddie was worth the whole fucking world, even if it meant that he was different. Broken.

He could hear Eddie sit down in front of him, the creak of the wood and he felt his body heat thrum against his legs. Richie didn't move an inch.

"Richie, we killed a fucking clown monster," Eddie leveled, "-we're all fucked up from that."

Richie stayed silent.

"Not liking girls is the least of your worries, dipshit," Eddie retorted, maybe trying to joke around like usual, "-your brain barely fucking functions as is."

Richie couldn't help the little laugh that slipped out. He heard Eddie laugh a little too, and it made something in him feel a little lighter -despite everything being so fucking heavy. Eddie always made it so much easier. Which was why it's so fucked that Richie felt this way. Eddie Kaspbrak meant a shit ton to him, and he fucking wasted it on... on feelings. He could fucking leave because Richie was-

"My Ma is... is wrong about all the sickness stuff, so-" Eddie echoed out, "-so maybe the whole world is wrong about... about you. That it's... That you're sick."

Richie felt his eyes burn, and felt a sob claw up his throat. Fucking Eddie. It's always fucking Eddie-

"It it... If it helps," Eddie started hesitantly, uncertain, "-I don't think you're sick. For that, anyway. Fucking everything else, I can't say shit on-"

Richie laughed again, harder this time -shaking his head against his legs, "You're such a dick, Eds."

"Well, you fucking laugh at it," Eddie shoved at him (and Richie could tell he was smiling), "-so what's that say about you, asshole?"

They fell into a comfortable silence, and Richie felt a little better. He'd told someone, and they hadn't run away. Eddie hadn't run away. Despite everything-

"Is it me?" Eddie ducked his head slightly, to maybe try and catch his eye, "-Richie, did you carve that for me?"

Richie clammed up, just as quickly as he'd relaxed. His breaths heavy in his chest, "You'll hate me. Eds, I can't handle you hating me-"

"I'm not gonna fucking hate you, dickweed," Eddie assured, cutting off his spiral, "-if I was gonna do that, I would've done it a long fucking time ago. Maybe that time you spit in my fucking shoes."

Richie laughed a little again.

"It's not funny, moron," Eddie bit back, "-I had to borrow fucking Bill's too big ones until I could save up enough allowance for new ones. Do you know how much it hurts to wear shoes that are too big for you? I fucking fell on my face like every other step-"

"Yeah," Richie laughed (fully, this time), remembering, "-I remember you fell down the stairs like a fucking cartoon character-"

"I almost broke my ankle, dick."

"You did fucking not," Richie defended, looking up now (Eddie was smiling at him), "-it was like three fucking steps. You literally just scraped your knees. I do that every fucking day-"

"Yeah," Eddie replied, "-and look where that got you, jackass."

"Jeez, Eds, fucking kick a guy when he's down," Richie responded -playfully, "-What did I ever do to you?"

Eddie raised his eyebrows, flattening his mouth into a line (Richie could see him physically try not to smile) "Are you really fucking asking me that?"

"Nah," Richie moved a hand to pat his head, "-I'm sure you've got a whole fucking log on me in that lil' head of yours. And who am I to disagree?"

Richie eventually unwound himself, tension slipping off his shoulders. Eddie was good at doing that for him. And apparently he didn't fucking hate him, somehow. He didn't even think that it made him sick. And Eddie thought that everything made everyone sick.

It was a few minutes later, and they were both laying against the bridge, looking up at the sky. It was a kinda summery day, despite it being fall, and the sky was a perfect kind of blue. Clouds in shapes that they called out (Richie kept saying different dicks, yeah, but still).

"Eds?"

There wasn't a second of silence, and he felt Eddie turn to look at him, "Yeah?"

He breathed it out, open and into the air, "It is you."

There was a silence for a second, and somehow Richie didn't quite mind it. He waited patiently, not even sure if he should be expecting an answer. And before he could think about it too hard, he felt Eddie's hand wiggle into his (the ones with the scar). It wasn't the first time, honestly, but it felt a little different then.

"Yeah," Eddie responded, smiling and looking back up at the sky, "-I know."

Richie snapped his head to him, "Fucking wow, you just Han Solo'ed me, and you call me the asshole?"

"That's because you are," Eddie fired back, laughing, "-you've done way worse shit."

But he was still holding his hand, and Richie didn't think he'd let go. Maybe he'd hold it as long as he could, Richie sure as fuck wasn't letting go.

With the perfect blue sky, his best friend, and a carving on some wood, Richie Tozier thought it might all be okay.