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[cofe-doodles]

As I mentioned in my previous post, I will be explaining - in detail - the different au's I have of the sides. During the time I was active in the fandom, I made a lot of au's; some I remember, whilst others I don't. I will try to remember discarded au's as well just so that I can give you all content (and maybe drawings, but most of my content - as for now, since I am busy in school - will be in writing). So, without further ado, the first au we will be discussing is the:

Heather's AU!

Character Information:

Virgil Sawyer

Once popular turned outcast; Sawyer lives his high school life low-key. After graduation and upon entering the dreaded life of a high schooler, Sawyer finds himself in a mess; torn between his best friend and a chance at happiness again.

He wouldn't say that he didn't miss popularity because, in truth, he did. He missed having friends who would have his back and he missed the feeling of freedom; wherein everyone doesn't care what he does because he was one of the 'popular kids'.

So, between his life, the life of his best friend, and the lives of the innocent, Sawyer faces the most difficult choice of his life yet. Become a popular again or risk losing his sanity; he hesitates just once before making a choice.

Roman Sanders-Chandler

Rich, famous, and undeniably gorgeous, Chandler has the whole school wrapped around his pretty finger. Having been born in a rich family, problems for him were as easy as typing out his credit card info. The easy life was what he always had wanted, but the climax of his story was just nearing.

Fixated over the 'new' kid, Chandler finds himself drawn to a classmate. He swears he has seen him before, but can't really remember where and when.

There's nothing that stops him from reaching out, maybe even offering something he never offers to anybody. What can he say? The Sawyer kid caught his eye.

Logan Duke-Sanders

Obedient, intelligent, and often ignored by the king bee. Duke had always been the black sheep but that didn't stop him from achieving higher than any of his peers. He metaphorically crawled his way to the top; to where he is now, so why in the loving freak of nature is Sawyer doing in their table?

Confused and utterly mortified, Duke tries to understand why the self proclaimed king bee invited an outcast into their circle. Unwanted thoughts of what if's metaphorically knocked his noggin, a sense of rejection hitting him.

Was he being replaced by a former somebody?

Patton McNamara-Sanders

Ever smiling and ever laughing McNamara; the sweet lamb of the wolf pack. People often see him as the 'friendliest' Sanders which he takes advantage of. What can McNamara say? It was just that easy to fool people these days. Manipulative and charming; a dangerous combination.

So it's not a surprise as to why Sawyer opened up to him first. With the given information from the former outcast, McNamara can either break or make Sawyer; but don't tell Chandler that.

McNamara keeps secrets, like everyone in high school, but he feels like he can trust Sawyer.

Janus De Felice

With physical scars that reminded him of his past, De Felice moves out of his father's house and into a new city, meeting new people; meeting a potential boyfriend. The mystery of his past seemed to have Sawyer on a leash, and maybe De Felice doesn't really mind that.

Remus Sanders-Ancar

Moving from school to school due to his 'bad' behavior, Ancar finds himself in the same school where his wannabe cousin was. He decided to get himself suspended but reconsidered when meeting a winsome boy with the cutest eyes.

Relationships:

Virgil - Roman, Logan, & Patton

Virgil has mixed feelings about the three considering that he always viewed them as up-tight and mean people.

Roman - Virgil

Roman is interested in Virgil; not in a romantic sense but something close to that. Though, he flirts with Virgil a lot of times.

Logan - Virgil

Logan doesn't really like Virgil but flirts with him due to Roman.

Patton - Virgil

Patton feels indifferent of Virgil.

Virgil - Janus & Remus

Virgil likes them both, but it's not necessarily romantic. He just feels comfortable with the two since they don't really care about status or reputation.

Janus - Virgil

Janus has romantic feelings for Virgil considering the fact that Virgil is really easy going compared to other people. It's mostly because it's convenient.

Remus - Virgil

Remus has an unhealthy fixation towards Virgil; it started as a way to spite his cousin (Roman) but it grew to be an unhealthy obsession.

Janus - Roman

Janus doesn't like Roman but flirts with him to spite Remus.

Remus - Roman

Both hate each other.

Janus - Logan

Janus doesn't particularly like Logan.

Remus - Logan

Remus likes to flirt with Logan just to spite Roman.

Janus - Patton

Janus hates Patton.

Remus - Patton

Remus likes Patton because of his manipulative nature.

Roman - Logan & Patton

Roman considers them as friends. He likes hanging out with them because they let him be 'in control'.

Logan - Roman & Patton

Logan looks up to Roman in an unhealthy way, he also kind of has a crush on Roman because of the power Roman has on him. Logan likes Patton since both have different views that they can talk about.

Patton - Roman & Logan

Patton admires Roman openly. He also likes Logan and is very honest about his feelings for the two.

I'll add more as I build the world and story :)

[mecharose]

one thing I love about the RCU is these characters are there for like 5 seconds but there is so much character in them. slaps roof of RCU this bad boy can fit so many Personalities™ in it

[ghostliest-ghosty-ghost-bastard]

Ooh ouch. Yeah no, Crowley ow.

[reidmania]

love you like a sailor | spencer reid

summary ; situationship’s, friends with benefits, and no commitment arrangements are great until lines began to blur and feelings become too real. Especially with Spencer.

warnings ; MDNI, mentioning of sex and fingering even tho theres no actual smut. situationship, messy feelings, friends w benefits, reader is avoidant of her feelings, spencer is in love, reader is in denial, mentions of alcoholism but more in a joking way, commitment issues, insecure reader, anxiety, overthinking, talks about relationships ending, talks about death for like a second fem reader. This is ridiculously wrong and i honestly had a horrid headache while writing it so it’s probably crap… angst, fluff, hurt, comfort, this is the whole shabang.

an ; WONT YOU KISSS ME ONNN THE MOUTHH AND LOVEEE ME LIKE A SAILOR. i wanted to write this so bad i couldn’t wait. this is for my avoidant attachment girlies, this is definitely a bit out of character spencer, very self indulgent.. Look at that list of warnings my gosh. this is stupidly wrong and probably not great. BUT ENJOY POOKIES. bc u so kindly encouraged this @parfaitblogs 🎀🎀🎀

"Get some rest." Hotch mutters out as he walks past, your gaze follows him from where you had been sitting cross legged on your desk chair. You and the team had gotten back from a case only a couple of hours ago -- to say it had taken a lot out of you was an understatement.

You were tired but the response left your lips almost instantly as you tilted your head. "Why would I do that when sleep deprivation works so well for me" You hummed out with a soft smile on your face, his head shook as he rolled his eyes. He didn't bother pushing your argument as he made his way towards the elevotor.

It was inching later into the night, a lot of the team had already left to return home to their families, or partners, or even to outings with their friends. You stayed in place at your desk, ignoring the way the arm of the desk chair digged uncomfortably into your knee as your legs remained crossed.

"Sleep deprivation does not work well for you." You jumped slightly as your head tilted up at the voice and feeling of hands on your shoulders, a smile warmed your cheeks. The papers on your desk long forgottened as Spencer's hands brushed gently over your shoulders, down your arms. He had his bag slung over his shoulder, hair out of place from the amount of times he had dragged his hand through it, from you running your fingers through it while he slept on your shoulder on the jet.

"You get grouchy all day, drink an unhealthy amount of cofee until you end up falling asleep on your desk, or on Gacia's beanbag in her layor." He reminded, he bent down to press his lips gently against the top of your head.

Your chest tightened, a playful roll of your eyes and a smile later your pushing the chair away from the desk to twirl it to look at the man standing over you. You could see the tiredness behind his eyes and it made your heart sore in a way that left your stomach uneasy.

Your gaze holds his, "You just catch me at a bad time" You resorted.

He snorted, letting out a soft, 'mhm' along with unconvinced nodding, as his hand reached out for yours. You took it wordlessly, uncrossing your legs as you stood. You didn't need to ask to know what he wanted, he was inviting you home with him.

Your free hand worked to grab your bag off the ground. You eased into the feeling of his hand tighting its hold on yours. His fingers worked to move between yours, interlacing them as the two of you walked in sync to the elevator.

"Take out and doctor who?" He asked, looking at you as he pressed the button for the elevator. You turned your head to look at him cheeks heating more than you wanted to admit when you noticed the gleam in his eye.

This thing. Whatever it was between you and Spencer was overwhelming in the way it had you feeling too much and not enough at the same time. It was a constant game of give and take, push and shove, one step forward and three steps back, it all remained unspoken between the two of you.

"Only if we can get thai from that good place on forth." You revert back to the conversation as your eyes maintain on his. His hand squeezes your gently as the two of you walk into the elevator when the doors opened. His body turned to face yours and you had a familiar feeling building in your stomach.

The feeling you dreaded more and more everytime.

His free hand rose to your face to push away stray hairs from your face. His head leant towards your, foreheads placed against one another and his hand fell from your face to your hip. “We can do whatever you want, angel” He muttered out.

The words made your stomach turn. You couldn’t tell if the feeling was good or bad. You didn’t know how you were supposed to feel when he called you that, it wasn’t the first time either.

They slipped off his tongue as if they belonged there. Easily and simply. Everything was so easy and simple for him, you were almost jealous of it.

The elevator dinged. Moments later you were in his car, his phone in your hand, connect to the aux of his car. You fingers scrolled through the playlist he had made specifically for car rides — or any times he was with you.

It was filled of your favourite songs, songs that reminded him of you, songs that you had sent him saying he should listen to it. It was your playlist.

You settled on a song before closing his phone placing it in the centre console. You placed your hand onto his that rested on your thigh, your thumb, feather touched, running over the prominent veins that cascaded their way down his hand.

His eyes stayed switching between the road and you as you mumbled out lyrics to the song playing through the radio. His eyes danced over the features on your face momentarily, his teeth sunk into his bottom lip when you met his eyes. He offered you a soft smile before returning his focus on the road.

There was a feeling that consumed your entire being. You pushed it down and ignored it to instead enjoy the moment with Spencer. Whatever that meant.

By the time you had gotten food, got to his, and finished eating, it was nearing midnight. The feeling of tire you had only an hour or so ago had subsided completely as watching doctor who ended up with you curled in his lap, head hidden between his neck and shoulder as his hands smoothed the back of your shirt.

You waited for the movement of encouragement, you waited for the hinting signal that he wanted more right now. You were waiting for his lips to trail down your neck or for his hands too low on your back, or too high on your thigh for his touch to remain innocent.

It never came.

His hands stayed soft and sweet in their movements. You pulled away from his neck, eyebrows pushed together in itching confusion. He met your eyes, eyebrow raised, puzzled at your expression. His hands paused on your back, waiting for you to elaborate on whatever it was that was bothering you.

You didn’t know what to say. You didn’t know if you wanted to bring up the unspoken silent agreement between you two. You couldn’t even explain what the agreement was if someone asked, you would be loss for words. It was just something you and Spencer both knew and never talked about.

That this wasn’t going to happen.

You and him.

The two of you would continue passing comments and compliments in private at work, being each others safe space after a particularly hard case, you would continue coming to his house to watch doctor who, and eating way too much take out.

You would continue fucking in the bathroom of whatever bar the team decided to go to, where spencer would ramble about how unsanitary it was to be doing so while curling his fingers inside you. You would continue kissing in elevators and in the passenger seat of his car when no one else was around.

You would continue falling asleep at his house, in his bed, in his clothes, leaving way too early in the morning leaving a note.

It could never be more than that.

You and Spencer weren’t supposed to be more than that. You had that decided in your head the first time he kissed you in your hotel room on a case months ago. It was a simple innocent conversation and then he kissed, and you kissed him back.

Now the lines around your unspoken agreement were fogging. Every time you fell asleep in his arms you could feel the lines being erased more and more until they had been nothing more than a faint outline.

He noticed your lack of words as his hands squeezed your hips softly. He studied your face as his twisted into something you could only describe as conflicted. He opened his mouth to talk but nothing came out.

But the look in his eye told you everything you needed to know, your face fell flat. “Spencer” you spoke warningly but it didn’t matter, the words were being spoken. The question was being asked.

“What are we doing here?”

His words left his lips quiet and meaningful. They held the emotions he tried to ignore for your sake. The words hit you like a ton of bricks, immediately sending your mind into a frenzy.

‘What are we doing here?’

‘What are we doing here?’

‘What are we doing here?’

The words replayed in your head as your stomach twisted up in denial. How were you suppose to know anymore than he did?

You deflected, shrugging your shoulders. “Um.. Watching doctor who” You said, eyebrows pinched. You knew exactly what he meant, he knew you did, he knew this game. He had been playing it with you for months.

His hands remained on your side as you reverted from his touch. Shutting down in the way he had seen you do probably a hundred times. You would make yourself small, and avoidant of everything you felt beyond surface level.

He mumbled out your name, in a way that caused your heart strings to tug. His mutter of your name came out like a warning sign, like he knew you knew what he meant.

“Spencer” You muttered back as you moved out of his grasp to shuffle off his lap, instead on your knees on the couch beside him. You were sure your tone showed exactly how disinterested you were in having this conversation.

It would only end one way.

You knew it would have to happen eventually, that there was only so much time the two of you could dance around it, but you wanted to stay in your bubble a little bit longer.

“Please.” He begged.

You weren’t sure what it was he wanted. To have this conversation? a label? To end it? You didn’t know and you weren’t sure you wanted to either. You and him never spoke about your feelings for each other, but it was evident you both had them.

The difference was he indulged in his feelings while you ran away from them.

It didn’t help when he was looking at you with the softest pleading eyes, his hands reaching out for you. It made you almost forget every ounce of common sense.

Almost

“I think I should go” You breathed out as your head turned away from his. You saw his face fall in your peripheral vision, making your heart feel as if it was ready to shatter into a million different pieces, each one covered in his name.

His hand tucked under your chin turning your head to face his. His eyes locked on yours and you swore every ounce of your self control was tested in the way his eyebrows furrowed sadly and his eyes pleaded with you.

“You don’t have to go.. Just talk to me..” He muttered out your name, thumb rubbing over your chin, before slowly it trailed down your bottom lip to pull it out from its place under your teeth. “I need to know, sweet girl.” He said gently as his thumb returned to its place on your chin.

“We wouldn’t work.” Your hand wrapped around his wrist that held his hand to your chin. You tried to keep your voice strong but it betrayed you as it came out quieter than you wanted. Your eyes stayed locked on his, the tension between the two of you suffocating.

His eyebrows deepened, “Why not? We worked before, we work now.” He spoke, his eyes holding every emotion you refused to let yourself feel. It was almost infuriating.

Your head shook in his hold. His words were touching parts of your mind that you avoided even attempting to approach. His eyes remained pleading at you.

“It’s different. You know it is. Relationships are different. It gets messy. We don’t need messy- We’ve had enough messy for a lifetime.. or three” You try to joke to deflect to bring the conversation back above the surface level, it didn’t work as you saw his eyes flash with something.

“This already is messy.” He said, his teeth gnawed at the gums of his cheeks, as he stared at you. He was right, you knew he was right.

“We are messy. this, us, whatever this is, its messy. Whatever feelings you are so scared of confronting are messy. That doesn’t go away just because you refuse to acknowledge it” His words were gentle yet spoke like one of his scientific rambles. He spoke every word like the was evidence to back it up.

It made the words fall flat against your tongue as your head dipped down into his hand. He didn’t make an attempt to push you to look at him, instead his hand moved gently to cup the back of your head, encouraging it towards his chest.

You gave in to his touch with ease, like muscle memory. Your arms wrapped under his arms as his hand stayed in place cupping the back of your head as his fingers ran over your scalp hidden by hair, his other resting around your waist.

“You know sailors right?” He muttered out, voice almost a whisper as his fingers curled softly in your hair, fingernails scratching your scalp soothingly. You nodded into his chest despite the confusion of how that had anything to do with what you guys were talking about.

He hummed at your nod, “They spend their entire lives at sea, everyday, every night. They dedicate their entire lives to the sea because they love it. They love it regardless of the storms, or the dangerous currents.” His other hand trailed over your back, under your shirt his warm hand against your soft skin.

You didn’t say anything, you didn’t know what he was trying to say.

“At least 2,000 sailors die and sea each year, but they die happy because they died doing what they love. They died in the one place they dedicated their entire lives to, despite the storms or the dangerous currents. They don’t let the chance of a tsunami stop them from perusing what they love”

Your head pulled from the fabric of his shirt, furrowing your eyebrows slightly. You didn’t want to admit the fact that even though you were confused, him talking relaxed your muscles and the intensity of the emotions coursing through your body.

“So what?” You huff, eyes squinted as you look up at him.

His lip quipped slightly, “So, no matter how much you don’t want to hear it. I love you.” He said, his words came out sure and honest. The intensity in his tone so pure and careful.

You didn’t say anything as his words sent shockwaves through your body. You didn’t know what to say. It was easier to ignore his obvious feelings for you when he wasn’t saying them looking into your eyes like that.

“Like a sailor. I love you like a sailor” He huffed, finishing his point.

Your eyes twitched downwards, “You know most sailors are alcoholics so their judgements isn’t really something to go off” You mutter out, “They don’t care about the dangers and risk because they are stupid and drunk half the time to deal with the loneliness”

He snorted, he couldn’t help it. “Yeah well, Im not an alcoholic. Stupid maybe, but not an alcoholic” He said. Your head lifted to meet his eyes as a scoff left your lips.

“You aren’t stupid, you know you aren’t stupid.” You muttered. He smiled, his hand on your back encouraging you closer towards him.

“Then trust me.” He spoke.

Your eyebrow raised. He didn’t stop there. “Trust me. I won’t hurt you, god id rather lose my entire IQ and everything else than ever hurt you — Yes there will be hard times, of course there will, but we work through it. There is no reason why we couldn’t make us work. I love you. You know I do.” He pushed.

You paused for a moment, “Spencer” It was warning.

“You love me too. No matter how much you try not to or deny it. You love me” He just kept pushing and his words stuck something, causing your ribcage to ache as your heart thumped against it.

“Its not that simple-“ He didn’t wait to hear your argument as his hands cupped your face. “I love you, do you understand that? I love you. You love me. I love you, how many times do I have to say it before you believe it? What will it take for you to let me love you?”

Your lips pursed, “Stop talking”

But he didn’t.

“You love me, just admit it” He pleaded as his hands cupped your jaw. It made it clench in his grasp.

Of course you loved him, that didn’t make it easier to let him in, it didn’t stop your mind coursing with every single way that this could ruin everything between the two of you. The years of friendship, the dynamic, everything could fall apart.

He sighed when you didn’t answer him. His hands fell from your face and you instantly felt the burn from the cold air around you that replaced them.

“We have a 50/50 chance.” He breathed out as he leant back from you. His hands stayed reaching out for your own. The screaming in your mind telling you to run and leave now was ignored when you fingers intwined with him.

He made so easy to stay.

He watched you open your mouth to argue, but he cut you off. “Yes, there is the chance that we wont work out, not that i see it but realistically there is that chance. However there is an 100% chance that we can work through whatever issues arise. There is no question about whether I love you enough to stay through hard times. All you have to do is trust me. Take the chance and trust me.” He spoke clearly. His eyes glazed over with emotions he tried to downplay.

“There is nothing that I don’t want to know about you, there is nothing about you I wouldn’t fall completely in love with” He said quieter this time.

You breath caught in your throat. Your mind racing with contradicting feelings. Nothing you were capable of putting into words as everything you tried to keep buried inside you rose to the surface before you could stop it. The look on his face told you enough to know he wasn’t going to drop this, there was nothing you could do to push him far enough away for him to stop wanting you all the same.

That was terrifying, it was confronting and overwhelming. It was too much.

Your body was quick to move towards him. You didn’t want to say you threw yourself at him, but you basically did. Your lips were on his and your hands were tangled in his hair. Every emotion and feeling you couldn’t admit out was made all too clear in the way your lips pressed against his.

He kissed you back with the same intensity. His hands pulling you closer as his other cupped your jaw, fingertips curling into your hair. Every unspoken word. Everything you tried to deny made clear in your lips against his.

“I love you” You said, chest heaving when you pulled away from his lips, your forehead falling against his as heavy breaths left your mouth. His hand stayed on your jaw and you leant into the touch. “Im sorry— I love you, you know I do. I know I do — I- You are so- I love you” It comes out as a ramble

“You idiot.” He muttered, shaking his head. A wide smile deeming place on his face. His hand dragging you towards his lips once more.

“I love you like a sailor, even though that analogy is cringey, and sickeningly sweet. I love you” You breathed out once his lips pulled away from yours.

He only grinned wider. “What happened to them being stupid drunks?” He teased, mocking your earlier words as his hand came to push a strand of hair out of your face.

You shrugged, “Im okay with being like a stupid drunk when it comes to you.”

[bunnys-kisses]

Could I get cinnamon rolls with a tea and a cofee on the side? For Max Verstappen. I love your fics! Thanks😁

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want to suggest your own order? hit up the menu for more info! i write for more than just f1 so ask away! thank you for this lovely anon for submitting this request! the classic rivals au is back baby!! i love this combo (and the driver), so thank you for the request! have a great rest of your day!!

cinnamon rolls ("no one needs to know.") + tea (semi-public sex) + coffee (rivals au) served by max verstappen (formula one)!

cw: smut/pwp, rivals au, ferrari driver!reader, semi-public sex, secret relationship, fingering, quiet sex, mean!max

"well, i have to say this much. if max verstappen thinks that he's going to get in between me and my championship, then he has another thing come for him." you laughed with your arms crossed.

you could soon feel max's lingering gaze from the other side of media pen which only made you give a bright smile to the reporter asking you questions. you were a ferrari driver and max was a red bull driver, the two pieces aren't meant to fit together.

most rivalries were for the cameras to create drama. and to an extent your rivalry with max was for the camera. but that didn't mean it was paradise between you two. you'd push and shove until you both ended up in bed together.

but, sometimes there wasn't enough time to find a bed.

"you're a bitch you know that." max said as he cornered you in the paddock. he held onto your jaw with his hand and said, "saying all those things about me."

"what they were true."

he leaned in closer, "to imply that i have a small cock? we both know that's not true. i don't know what game you're playing, but i swear." he grabbed you by the collar of your racing jacket and brought down a side hallway off the paddock. somewhere more quiet.

that only led to you pressed up the wall with max in your space. those blue eyes seemed dangerous as he undid your jeans and stuck his hand down your pants.

those thick fingers grazed your pussy and you almost jumped out of your skin. you hissed quietly, "what the fuck is wrong with you?"

he said lowly in your ear, "i think you've forgotten your place there." he kept close to you as he sank two fingers into you, "you might be riding high on the track, but when it's you and i. you're under me." he panted a little, he could feel his own cock strain as his pants.

"you're a dick, verstappen."

"and yet you always come back to me." he grazed your clit with his thumb, "if you can't handle it on or off the track, get out of the way." and felt your breath get stuck in your throat. he then sealed his lips against yours.

you knew that you could have anyone you wanted, you were at a level that any adult man, woman or whoever would want you. you were one of the most successful drivers in formula one. hell, you could have your pick of the paddock both with drivers and other staff.

and yet you were crowded in a hallway with your rival max verstappen. you were letting him finger fuck you as a punishment for saying his cock was small.

you both made out once more and you had your hands dug into his shoulders. he was working overtime with his fingers, especially your clit.

when he pulled away and pressed his forehead against yours, "no one needs to know. if you want to be a good girl and say something nice. just like no one knows that you're in love with me." he panted.

"oh yeah, i'm pretty sure redbull has the champagne ready when we make it public."

he chuckled, "only way they'll have you on the same team as me."

"well, i guess they'll have to dream a little longer then." then continued to make out with him. you two ran the risk of getting caught, but there was very few going around the area at this hour.

he held onto you with his free hand, he clutched onto your hip as he buried his fingers to the knuckle. he wanted to make sure you felt him inside of you. even if he wasn't fucking you with his cock, he'd still cause you to make a mess.

"you drive me crazy." he said softly, "you think that you're the new god of racing, but i have bad news for you. you'll always be mine above all else. you know that you'll be my wife one day. i bet your old man would be happy about that." he said slyly into your ear.

"i hate you."

"no you don't, treasure. you love me, and you love these stupid fucking games we play." he moved his fingers differently inside of you and you almost bit into his neck to stop from moaning.

you knew deep down that is max proposed tomorrow, you'd at least think about it. then you'd pull some trick and like steal the ring and wear it so you wouldn't give him the satisfaction of saying 'yes'. you knew that the racing world would be beyond happy if you got married.

and as he made pleasure twist in your gut, you didn't think that being mrs. verstappen was a horrible idea. you panted through a tense jaw as he continued to push his fingers inside of you. it felt amazing, your body felt on fire as he continued to plunge his fingers into your poor, achy hole.

"you're a prick." you panted.

max chuckled, trying to ignore the pain in his cock, "right, right. a dick, an asshole, i'm such a fucker. i'm all these things, but i will be the champion this year."

he pulled you into another kiss. you whined a little bit into the kiss, as you felt the surge of pleasure overtake you. it was just too much. the kiss was the loudest part of your interaction. you've been good at not causing too much noise.

"shit." he panted.

you dug your nails into his forearm as you felt the wave of pleasure crash over you. you tensed your jaw as you finished with the help of max's fingers. you pressed your forehead against his shoulder and panted.

"good girl." he said. he took his hands out of your pants and zipped them back up for you. he patted your hip and stepped back. he did something that made your knees weak. he put his two fingers into his mouth and licked them clean before he wiped his spit off his pants.

"you fuck." you panted as you felt your knees wobble.

he shrugged, "poor little thing." he said, "maybe next time you won't use such harsh words when talking about it. and even if my cock was small, i know more ways to make you cum." he leaned in and kissed you on the corner of your mouth before he left the hallway to go back to what he was doing.

you zipped up your drivers jacket and pulled away from the wall. you sighed before you left as well. trying to get it all behind you. as you walked back to your team's section. you saw the reporter from earlier.

while most would've just kept walking and brushed out the interaction with max. you started to walk faster to catch up with the reporter. "hey! guy from earlier, do you want an interview real quick!"

if max thought that he was going to win this little rivalry by finger-fucking you in a hallway, then he had another thing coming. you weren't easy to beat, he knew that from the track. so why did he think that you'd be easy beat off the track?

your core still felt wet as you answered the reporter's questions. silly verstappen, there was no one like you. <3

[rieamena]

Got any headcanons for a Billy Kid that accidentally catches a computer virus, causing him to basically simulate a common cold?

not! a computer whiz—

billy who thinks he's dora the explorer. rummaging around in an abandoned storage unit with nekomata for starlight knights merch (he never found any). he stumbled upon an old computer and "thought it would be cool to give it a try". he immediately shut down.

billy whose system starts executing a sneezing subroutine at random intervals, causing him to "sneeze" but they're really just small bursts of static and sound effects

billy whose voice becomes slightly garbled and distorted, as if he has a stuffy nose. occasionally, he'll give out a couple electronic coughs

billy who moves much slower. his energy levels are severely drained and the fluidity in his movements are practically gone

billy who inevitably starts glitching. his speech occasionally cutting out or repeating words. "i told you guys before! i━━━━and then we we we we━━━━dont you understa━stand?!"

billy whose internal fans can no longer keep up. the virus causes his internal systems to overheat more easily so he has to spend his healing days propped in front of a air conditioner

billy who swears he's funny. he fakes his death at least four times. "is this the end━━the end?" he weakly says, arm reaching up towards the bland ceiling. and no one takes him seriously. "am i━━am i goi━going to robot heaven?" and before you could even respond, nicole steps in, "you'd go to robot hell."

billy who becomes more vulnerable and needy, seeking your help and comfort. he will definitely lean on you (emotionally AND physically) and ask for reassurance that he'll be okay

billy who asks for paper to write messages when his voice bank betrays him. "SYSTEM ERROR: NEED HUGS" or "VIRUS DETECTED: SEND COOKIES" and other similar notes are scribbled all over the page

billy who thanks you and the crew for sticking by him. dealing with a sick robot is not for the weak

sorry it took so long :(

billy kid taglist

@pedrosimp137 @mary-moongood @linx-nyx @lemonboy011 @eisblume77

@amaryllisenvy @megan017 @astral-spacepumpkin @corrupted-tale @inkycap

@thurstonw @plapsha @lavenderthewolf @kurakusun @miymiymiy

@sweetadonisbutbetter @cobraaah @mochiitoby @clickingchip @bardivislak

@h3r6c00k13 @cozi-cofee @apestegui-y @luvuyuuji @theitdoitnobody

@fersitaam @cathrnxxo @monkepawbz @fl1ghtl3ssdrag0n @dabislilbaby

[compact-turtle]

Hi! Hope your holidays are going well! I was reading the post about the yans and fatherhood and how Atticus "-Isn't really that interested in kids unless his darling wants them. At first, he'll try to talk his darling out of it. Gives lists of reasons on why he can't be a dad."

What reasons does Atticus give for not wanting to be a dad? He seems to be the traditional type and seems to love the simple domestic life, I'm curious what would hold him back from wanting a family like the ones he watches on TV. Is he worried about having to share his darling's attention, or is it more about the trauma around his own parents/upbringing?

-Atticus is 100% the traditional type with wanting the domestic life. He even keeps a little journal where he writes his own headcanons daydreams of him being married to his darling. he'd probably make a little journal entry with a crudely hand drawn picture of your future family. Just gotta make sure darling doesn't find out now....

Ex:

Date: XX-XX-XXXX

"Today our hands tuched. I know they wanted to hold my hand. They must been to emmbbaress to hold my hand while their stupid dumb insgifnciant "friends" watchhed. I wonder how soft there hands are? I can't wait for us to get marryed and I can hold them. I'd wrap my arms around their whaist while they make me my morninng cofee. I can drive around town and show them off to everryone! Second thughtt, I don’t want there eyes on my doll. >:( "

-At first, he'd totally be thrilled if you brought up the idea of children. He would imagine it like in the movies, where he's the provider and you're the caretaker of the children. Everyone is happy and it's sunshine and rainbows. After, he'd probably relish in the fact that there's someone who's always waiting for him.

-Also, I don't think he'd be worried around sharing his darling's attention. If anything, I think he'd see the children as an anchor for you? Another reason why you can't leave him and is bound to him. He'd also see the kids as a product of your love and something the two of you made together.

-It totally comes down to his trauma around his own parents and upbringing. How can he be a good father if he never had one? What if he accidentally repeats his father's mistakes and locks them away in closets? Wouldn't you grow to hate him if he was just like his father?

-He'd be more concerned about turning out like his parents and somehow hurting you in the process.

-However, he'd tell you a different story

You two can't have kids because he'd be too tired to watch them, it's not safe to have kids on a farm, nobody will take care of them, he has too much work to do, they're too expensive, etc...

-I imagine the thing that would change his mind would be the fear that you decide to go have children with someone else if he kept saying no. Especially if you're watching a movie together and a scene with a baby or kids comes on. "Look at how cute that baby is, Atticus! Would if we had one?"

"No."

"Don't you want a baby with me? I really want a baby with you Atticus!!"

-He'd probably hear in his head, "I want a baby! If you don't want one with me then I'm leaving"

-However, I think he'd really try his best not to turn out like his parents. He'd do extra research (watch movies and television lmao), and listen to you talk about what you want him to be like as a father. As well as the life you imagine for your kids. He'd def try to make that happen and jot it down.

He'd take extra careful steps to watch his tone, consider their feelings to an extent, and give them reasonable punishments.

[hashileio]

Hello, Mr Nightmare.

I came here cuz i whould like to work in your cofee ^^

-

I know the boss said to leave it with Killer, but I'd *highly* suggest leaving your application with Dust instead. He might not really care all that much, but at least it'll remain (mostly) in one piece.

Killer's very likely to lose it or use it to write corny jokes to flirt with customers.

[hannamoon143]

Hii! I saw that you're taking requests so I looked at your Master list and you don't have anything for Seungmin there yet so I had an idea 💡 would you write smth with a fem reader who asks him out before he has the chance and him maybe being a lil salty about it? I don't have any other specific details I can think of so you can just go with the flow or whatever you feel like if you decide to write this.

I hope you're having a great day!! Don't forget to take care of yourself and drink water 🩷

Also idk if u have any emoji anons but can I pls be this one 🔮?

Since the first moment

request from 🔮anon

Genre: Fluff,slight angst

warning: cursing,getting overwhelmed,crying,mostly flufff tho

Pairings: (Barista) Seungmin x fem Reader

a/n: ofc i can write this!I really hope it is not a problem that i added a little bit angst? I jst got so lost in writing that i wrote a lot of extra stuff that isn't really in your request. thank you for the cute idea,and the sweet words at the endd. Pls take care of yourself too and also drink water❤️(says me who hasn't drank anything in the past six hours)

Since the first moment you were his Light.his one and only love. When seungmin saw you stumbling through the door of the cofee shop he worked in, he couldn't take his eyes off of you. You looked a bit messy with your soaking wet clothes. It seemed like you didn't have an umbrella when that horrible storm outside started,and that you came here to be somewhere warm and dry. He didn't know if it maybe was your beautiful face,your little smile when you stepped into the warm embrace of the coffee shop,or your eyes that were sparkling like the stars,but he found you mesmerizing.

You just got into the worst storm of the past months but when you stepped to the counter you had a big smile on your face. It gave seungmin a warm feeling in his stomach. "Hi! Can i please have an matcha latte?" you asked with a joyful voice. He nodded.When your order was done he came back with your matcha latte and a towel.You looked at him,very confused. "Because you are very wet from the rain." seungmin said,thinking about how you could forget that you were soaking wet? You thanked him three times and rubbed your hair with the towel. Seungmin went back behind the counter but he didn't take his eyes off of you until you went out again. He was sad because he thought he maybe wouldn't see you again.But he wa entirely wrong with that.

From that day on you always stopped by at the coffee shop in the evening,and you always were a little disappointed when seoungmin wasn't there. Over the weeks you two started talking a bit more. You knew that he had three best friends,that he always roasted his oldest friend that only was three years older than him and that he was very insecure about his smile,because in high school he got bullied for it.You didn't understand the people who said his smile was ugly because for you it was something,that always made your day brighter,and your coffee tasted sweeter.

So this day you walked in and looked who was behind the counter. A smile found it's way on your face when you saw seungmin standing there,preparing a drink for someone.When you stepped onto the counter seungmin looked up from his drink and told you to wait a minute and he would be there for you.There was also another barista named jeongin,but since mostly jeongin and seungmin worked there he already knew that seungmin took your orders. When seungmin got back you told him you wanted a matcha latte and then asked about his life and his friends while he started preparing your order.

As you currently talked about how your cat escaped you you looked out the window. You immediately got silent.At first he thought you just forgot what you wanted to say but when you didn't continue talking he looked at you to see why you suddenly stopped. Your face was pale,and your eyes empty. What was going on? Seungmin never saw that your eyes lost their spark.When he wanted to ask you if you were okay you suddenly stepped away and walked out of the coffee shop.Seungmin was confused and watched you through the window.

You didn't know why you went outside. You immediately regretted it,but now there was no way back. You stood there facing your ex and the woman he cheated on you with. The night when you first met seungmin was the night you two broke up because you found out that he was cheating on you.From that moment on you promised yourself to always be thankfull for the little things in life. But now where you faced him you were so scared. "Look what we have here,the little bitch y/n" he said in a sarcastic tone. He had a mischievous smirk on,his arm around the woman by his side. You gulped. You had no idea how you could sound so confident when you were so scared and anxious:

"And look who we have here,the cheater with his little accesoire"

The regret immediately came when you were done with the sentence. Your ex looked like he would burst and now you were really scared.God you forgot how bad he could make you feel

"You dare saying that y/n? You are the little slut here.You had to learn that you need to show respect to your boyfriend.You always were at the house of this hyunjin.And then you always came with your stupid speech that you were just best friends. So y/n my little slut,girls who don't want to hear have to feel."

This was too much. How could he say things like that.There were some times were you got overwhelmed.It didn't happen very often,but when you got too overwhelmed and everything got too much you sometimes just broke down.This was one of this moments.You couldn't face his words anymore.You were surpised though when you fell down on your knees,but before you hit the ground someone caught you. Behind you there stood seungmin.He gently sat you on the ground and you were shocked by what he did then. He just punched your ex into his face.Then everything felt somehow unreal.Seungmin immediately kneeled down and asked if you were okay.Your ears were ringing,and you felt a throbbing pain in your head.You wanted to cry.You didn't even exactly know why.Now there also were a lot of people around,some to see if you were okay,and some to look after your ex. It was so loud.And bright. You weren't able to answer seungmin so you just clung onto the hem of his shirt and covered your face in it.You started crying.Were you really that horrible of a person like your ex said? You only noticed half,that seungmin scooped you into his arms,and dragged you inside the coffee shop.

When you got into a room at the back of the coffee shop he settled you down on a blue couch. He wanted to stand up and get you some water,and also give you a little bit privacy,but you took his hand and pulled him back. "Stay.Please?"you whispered,tears still running down your cheek.Seungmin never saw you crying.When you came into the coffee shop you always smiled a pretty smile,you were almost always happy.So when he now looked into your eyes,tears covering your cheek he felt really ,really bad.He sat down beside you and looked at you. You were finally able to say something

"I'm really sorry that i made such a scene,i just saw my ex outside that window and i was like frozen,and i just went out without thinking about it.I'm so,so sorry. I know you shouldn't have to deal with this,you are just a barista that wanted to do his job when a crazy girl broke down because of things her ex said to her."

Seungmin couldn't believe you.He thought you were something like friends.And why did you apologize for getting overwhelmed? He couldn't help but brush your tears away with his thumb. Then he said

" Y/n,why are you saying things like that? You are definitely not crazy,and even the kindest and strongest people need to rely on someone sometimes.And i know i probably don't know everything about you,but don't believe what that shitty guy said. Always when you come here into the coffee shop you start talking about what is going on in your life.And as i know you are the kindest,sweetest caring soul i know. Remember when you told me how you ran half an hour through the heavy rain,cause you remembered the stray cat that you saw that day? And you took it home with you because you remembered she seemed sick and wasn't able to walk. Or that one time when you were here with your friends,and one of them spilled boiling hot coffee on you,but you just said it was okay,and laughed about it? I could give you hundred examples that prove that you are a very good and kindhearted person."

You looked at seungmin.Did he really remember all the things you told him day by day? Did he really think that of you? You knew that seungmin wasn't a very affectionate person,and that he had his own ways to show love or appreciation. You even saw him smile only one time,and that was when jeongin gave him a cute birthday card on his birthday.But then he did another thing that surprised you a lot. He leaned in and gave you a long,warm hug. It felt so comforting,you decided to enjoy every moment of it.When he pulled away you had the smile he loved so much on your face again. You were almost shocked when he smiled at you. "There is the smile i love again" he said.You could have said the same to him,but he stood up,telling you that he'd get you an iced americano,your go to order.

You two always were very friendly with each other,but from this day on,you got really close. You exchanged numbers and from time to time you met more often. Seungmin had the biggest crush on you since the first time he saw you.But when you met,and he admired your beautiful smile,the way you giggled when he acted silly,he realized that this wasn't just a crush.He was in love. He loved you.

6 months later

Since you were stressed with your exams from university,you didn't meet that often right now.Seungmin missed seeing you everyday,but he knew you needed space to study.One day you finally had your last exam. His feelings grew a lot in the past weeks.When he couldn't see you,he always missed you.When you didn't smile he immediately did everything to make you smile. He realized that he could never live without you. So when you were in your exam how he assumed,he invited his best friends jeongin,bangchan and felix over, to help him with his feelings.

"Minnie you were never so in love before, please just tell her. If she doesn't feel the same way,then you two can sure stay friends.But i don't think that she doesn't feel the same way. When we celebrated jeongins birthday all together, she looked at you with so much admiration and love in her eyes.You are an idiot if you can't see that" Felix immediately said,when seungmin told the boys where he needed help with.

"No,no no wait. You kept your feelings for so long,you have to make it special. If i would be you,i would ask her if she wants to go out because her exams are finally over.Then you two go eat something,and after that you take a walk.Then in the light of the moon,you confess your feelings to her,and you ask her if she wants to go on a date with you" jeongin joyful suggested.

"In the light of the moon?you are so cheesy innie" Seungmin said,but secretly he liked the idea.

The guys made lots of plans how to ask you out.Not to cheesy but not to normal.They totally forgot the time. When the doorbell rang chan asked "Did someone order something?" everyone said no,and seungmin stood up from the floor where they sat the whole time,to open the door.He was kinda surprised when he saw you standing there.Was it this late already?In his brain he played the plan the guys made together, one more time and opened the door.

"Heyyy min! My last exam is finally over!" you said happyly. You didn't even think,you just threw your arms aroung him and hugged him. You were so happy because the exams had stressed you a lot,and you always studied and never got out of your apartment.You met seungmin only sometimes, when you decided to give yourself a 10 minute coffee break at the coffee shop seungmin worked at.But now everything was better. You were so excited at this moment that you felt like you would burst. This was not only because of the exam. You promised yourself that if you would pass all your exams,you would finally confess your feelings to seungmin,that you kept in since you first met. You wanted to do it gently,at a spacial place or something,but you couldn't hold it in anymore. You stepped away from him and the words just came out of your mouth.

"Minnnn,i want you to please let me talk,and don't interrupt me. There is something i wanted to tell you.But i kept it in for a very long time now,and i can't hide my feelings anymore.Soo i don't want to give a long speech,i just want to say that i love you.kim seungmin,when i first stepped into that coffee shop soaking wet,you seemed very sweet and i came back to maybe see you again. A little crush on a barista,not more.But then we started to get to know each other and you seemed like a really kindhearted warm guy,also if maybe sometimes you don't show it.But that one day with my ex,i found out that you cared for me.That you really like me the way i am. And that was when i fell for you.I love you kim seungmin,would you go on a date with me?"

You finally allowed yourself to breath again.You were proud of yourself for finally confessing.But when seungmin first didn't say anything you got nervous. Was he not feeling something like that?? You hoped he wouldn't force himself to say something he didn't want to,just so he wouldn't hurt your feelings.

Seungmin didn't know what to say. Of course he was really happy that you had the same feelings towards him,and he would want to kiss you and hug you and cuddle with you at the rest of the day. He knew it was stupid but there was also something different. You destroyed his great plan to confess his feelings for you. What if now you thought he was a weak man that wasn't even able to show his feelings? He was shaken out of his thoughts when you coughed a little bit. Right he had to answer.

"Yes y/n. I would like to go on a date with you."

"Uhm, will you pick me up at seven p.m?"

"Yes,sure. See you later"

He shut the door. Did you say something wrong? Now you were really nervous.Why was he suddenly so cold? If he wouldn't be in love with you he wouldn't have said yes,right? You were still lost in your thoughts when you came into your apartment.What if he really didn't feel anything for you,and just didn't want to hurt your feelings or ruin your friendship? thousand of those thoughs were in your head,until you sat down in front of your clothes to decide wich one to wear tonight.

Meanwhile seungmin felt really bad. After the boys said that everything would be fine,and he shouldn't concentrate so much on that you made the first move, they finally went away. They said he should be glad that you felt the same for him. And he really was! But he just wasn't able to get the thought out of his head, that he should have made the first move,and he should have done it special.He knew that this was so unnescesary but for him it was just important.

As you finally picked your outfit ( a navy blue top with pearls on it + a white skirt) you realized that it was late.very late.Shit. You put on some make up. You only used mascara and lippgloss because seungmin always said that you were always pretty,but without something covering your face you looked even better. As you were done with the make up you got dressed. You left your hair like it always was. Exactly in the moment where you were done with everything your doorbel rang. You were so nervous when you opened the door.

Seungmin looked at you. He always found you pretty,but with your beautiful outfit and with the fact that you were his dat you were even prettier if that was even possible.But he still was upset because he couldn't show you his feelings first.You smiled at him,it wasn't your usual natural joyful smile but it still looked mesmerizing.You both just muttered a hi and then you sat into his car. You two drove to your favorite restaurant.You were there together multiple times before but now you both were so nervous. But as you drove in silence you couldn't hold it in anymore.

"Look seungmin,i know i probably suprised you with my feelings,but you have to know you didn't have to say yes just because you didn't want to hurt me or something.We can go eat and after that pretend like it never happened.If i can't have what i really want i still want you to be my friend."

Seungmin glanced at you. He was confused. Did you think he only said yes because he didn't want to hurt you,and he didn't even wanted to go on the date?

"Y/n. Do you really think i don't want this? I love you too. You are the prettiest,kindest, girl i know.Why would you think i only said yes because i didn't want to hurt you?"

Was he being for real ?

"Seungmin,when i confessed to you all you said was that you would like to go on a date with me.Then you shut your door. And the whole drive you didn't say one word. You didn't even smile. If it isn't this what is going on then?"

He just realized that he really wasn't that nice.And that only because of this stupid thing.

"You will definitely laugh at me if i tell you."

"I promise i won't"

Seungmin sighed.If he didn't want you to hate him he had to tell you.

"So uhm,y/n. I was in love with you since the moment you stood before me,soaking wet from the rain but still the prettiest girl i ever saw.The way you still smiled at me,when you just broke up with your boyfriend how you told me later. And my feelings never changed.They just grew bigger.And why i reacted like this was... so basically i met with the guys and asked them how i should confess to you,because i planned to do so when your exams were over,so you wouldn't be that stressed anymore.So i planned with the guys to buy you a flower bouqet,i would give it to you,and then we would go to our favorite restaurant to eat and laugh.After that we would go for a walk,and near the han river i would confess to you,with the shine of the moonlight and the sweet words i wanted to tell you. Okay that sounded very cheesy i guess but when you stood there confessing,and asking for a date i was scared that you maybe thought i am to weak or something because i wasn't even able to show my feelings."

When seungmin was done you were at the restaurants parking spot. Seungmin didn't look at you.He was embarassed.But when he wanted to get out of the car you held him back.You said:

"Then let's do it like this."

"What?"

"If it is so important to you,let's do everything exactly like you said.I don't want you to feel bad or weak because of me.When we get out this car we will do this date exactly like you just told me. And then you can confess to me. We act like i didn't say anything yet. But you don't need to get me flowers though"

Seungmin smiled at you.You just realized how much you missed his big cute puppy smile. He didn't say anything, but he took a wonderful flower bouqet out of a bag.You smiled at each other the biggest smiles ever. And then the evening really was exactly like seungmin told you his plan before. Seungmin gave you the flowers,you went into the restaurant and talked and laughed like always.After that you went for a walk under the mesmerizing moon, along the han river.There he told you what exactly he felt. And then he kissed you. It was a soft,sweet kiss. It was like the first taste of your life with seungmin.And you really liked it.

You both found this evening perfect. Seungmin, and also you made your feelings very clear.You two finally started a relationship,and you couldn't have been happier.Seungmin was just perfect.

[rheas-chaos-motivation]

Lisa or Lena (This or That) for writers

Chapter Titles or No Chapter Titles

Writing On Paper or Typing

Multiple Wips or One Wip

Want your characters to find happiness or Want them to suffer

Writing prompts/Real life events or It came to me in a dreammm

Plotter vs Pantser

Characters or Plot

Weird writer search history or Reasearch what research

Hate Dialogue or Loves Dialogue

Perfectionism or Edit it later

Imposter syndrome or Imposter syndrome or Imposter syndrome or...

Story could/did happen irl or Could not happen irl

Happy endings or Sad endings

Super long sentences or Super short sentences

Long winding description or The trees were green

Fanfiction or An original story

Hates Editing or Loves Editing

Cofee or Tea

Vibe Curator or Character designs

Wants to be published or Doesn't want to be published

Writing while dressed up or Writing while looking like a hobo

Library or Cafe

Bonus: What are you writing about?

[hypnoneghoul]

I think sleep is needed. I thought I was writing so good. help me.

I'm living on cofee, hopes and dreams

I SNORTED SO LOUD AHGSHAHSHS GO TO BED MY DUDE

[48lexr]

A Proper Introduction

It only now occurs to me that I haven't properly introduced myself (or this blog!) Welcome. I'm happy to have y'all. I'm Lex (they/them) (18+), your local siren, programmer, writer, worldbuilder, conlanger, composer, and gardener. I speak with a bit of a Southern accent.

This is my main (and only, for now) blog, where I mostly post about my writing endeavors and worldbuilding "woes" (I make myself suffer for fun.) In the future, I may make blogs devoted to specific conlangs or concultures, but I will probably make a website for that, first. If that happens, I will post it here. I follow other blogs I like ad nauseam.

Additionally, I'm always taking translation suggestions for any of my conlangs in any of my WIPs. At the moment, I only have two WIPs, which I'll list below, but I'm really only working on one right now.

My WIPs are:

It Will Hurt: And There Will be no Fire - (On hold) A story about a vegan big-V Vampire, her sister, her cofee bar, and a lot of people who want her power for themselves.

Meiste - (Current) A story about several Heroes running around and trying to restore "magical balance" while also navigating political and economic strife.

Moreover, current conlangs I'm accepting translation ideas for:

Ipol (and Sinezo 'speer)

Odapir

Kwalinu and Kwaleynnũ

Ytos and Itaush

I'm normally down for connecting with writing buddies, so if you're interested, feel free to DM me! I am also willing to proofread/edit others' works, in addition to helping however I can. I can make websites, make languages, and make music lol.

I promise I wrote today, so there will also be an update following this. Take care, y'all.

[girlwithwolftatoo]

Hey only do this if you're comfortable with it but I saw you did stalker!reader with the moon boys so I thought it might be alright

Can I request stalker!miguel o'hara headcanons please, like maybe he's readers ex and reader is now finally over him and seeing other people??

There's two things that I enjoy to write naturally: sexy topics and dark topics ;D

Miguel O'Hara + being a stalker:

Miguel is a complicated person, his thoughts are just as tangled as a proverbial spiderweb, so, who could even suspect him, the headboss of Spider Society, would waste some of his precious time stalking a completely normal person? Well... he does.

His life before turning into Spiderman is a mystery for almost everyone. After losing his family (the actual one I mean), he got attached to you. You probably were a minor worker at Alchemax, something like an intern or even something simpler, but your personality dragged him to you in a special way. In the middle of his eternal night, you were the brightest star.

Nowadays you're not at Alchemax anymore, not after the... incident in which O'Hara became Spiderman. You continue your life, not thinking too much in those dark days when Alchemax dissapearted, unaware someone has an eye on you... the whole time.

Miguel is brilliant, brilliant enough to keep you closely watched without you even noticing. And he doesn't need of hidden cameras, the tech in his universe is advanced enough to allow him to stalk you directly from any device you willingly own (your phone, your computer, maybe some other devices for your daily life... my God this dude could even hack your cofee maker and you'd never notice).

Ocassionaly he opens some screens to look at you. If you're not at home, there's no problem... an issue with a highly tech city is nobody is safe of hackers. He loves following you from the darkness of his office, and takes some screenshots here and then.

Sometimes, he even goes out of the Spider-society to see you. Dressed on his Spiderman suit or, maybe, passing like another citizen, not daring to approach or speak to you,just staring... daydreaming of the good things that could happen if he just... if he just didn't have such a burden on his shoulders.

...Yes, that's sweet but here's another thing: if he notices someone's getting too close to you (aka a new relationship), he won't go smooth. He'll follow those person's steps with an obsesive need for finding the slightest excuse to drag them down and put them away, where they won't reach you anymore. He's a hero and everything, but Miguel can be... an extremist when it's about you, or anything he considers his property.

[topgunruinedme]

Love your Beau likes & dislikes post. I'm excited about more Sugar daddy Cyclone writing. What's the age difference between him and his boo?? What pet names do they have for each other?

Beau “Cyclone” Simpson || 0.2

Beau is 43 when they meet, she’s 24; theres a 19 year age gap between the two of them. Much to Beau’s concern, she didn’t care about the age difference.

Despite Beau being confident for the first two months that she was way out of his league, she stuck by him.

For the first few weeks they started, getting to know each other and despite the obvious signs, Beau stayed a gentleman.

I fully believe that Beaus own insecurity of being too old for her made him oblivious to the fact she was pretty much throwing herself at him.

So oblivious the stage at the cafe staff had a bet on how long it would take.

It took another few weeks for the walks outside the usual caffee meet up started.

It was only then. When she pulled him into the ally by the carfully ironed prepels of his button down shirt and kissed him with all her might. That he relished.

Let’s just say that they both left the alleyway a bit more disgruntled then when they entered it.

One of the cofe staff received a lot of money that day.

Nothing happened of cause beside the occasional kiss and hand holding, until Beau took her on at least 5 dates. He was very firm on the rule.

The first date was a night out at a restaurant on the pier, watching the sunset. (God dam it Beau how much more romantic could you get?).

The second was her choice, she chose a picknic. Something he hadn’t done since he was a child.

The thired was a scavenger hunt through the city. Something Beau found more fun then he first brelived watching her face light up when he guessed the clues correctly. He was not ashamed to admit she solved most of the puzzles.

The forth in payback of the last day she picked a pottery class. Much to her amusement, Beau was absolutely hopeless at keeping it standing upright. The dam thing seamed to sloop and lay over the moment he turned his gaze away from it. Unfortunately despite his grinding teeth it was not a live person he could bite into.

The fifth and final date was a simple walk in the dark. While it hadn’t intended to be a date, Beau was scheduled to leave for the next few weeks on a navy conference and he had wanted to see her one last time before he left.

Needless to say if his mother ever asked, it had been the fifth date. She would have boxed him around the ears for taking her to bed before one.

He missed her greatly when he was gone, calling as often as he could. Anxious to see her again, soemthing he hasn’t felt towards someone for a very long time. The feeling of missing someone was forgin to Beau, he had not had somebody to care and miss since the academy all those years ago.

He calls her everything under the sun, baby, honey, darling. The affectionate ones then theirs the ones they reserve for the bedroom, minx, brat, baby girl.

She returns the favour, honey bug, show boy, big boy, and her favourite beautiful - she loved that it played on his name. Once she called him daddy just to be a tease; he railed her harder then ever before.

It’s safe to say that one stuck.

Beau calls her by nicknames so often that it took Solomon Bates 8 months to figure out her name, admittedly after she introduced herself to him.

Solomon loves her, he loves to tease Beau about the love bites he attempts to hide under his collar. However when Beau returns that favour, Solomon was very flushed.

They tell each other everything Beau would die before he lied to her. Every deployment he told her everything he could, bending some rules to do so. She understood he couldn’t tell him everything, all she wanted to know is if he would be safe.

Every time he’s deployed (which is less now since he’s airboss) they both go through a checklist, updating the will, paying bills in advance, the essentials.

Beau is very financially responsible, by the time he hit 30 had had half a million in a savings account. He has taught her the same, her own savings racking up just in case.

He loves to spoil her but one thing he will not move on is the bills, he won’t let her pay them. He pays of f her school loans and she becomes a freelance painter and writer.

She loves it, and he loves that she’s happy.

The only thing they could add now is a baby….

[mrssimply]

Have summer Santino drinking redbull and having fun :]

Frankly, Redbull is disgusting, it's horrible, I feel like I'm drinking medecine. And I think Santino hates it too (I mean, he clearly loved good cuisine, this is not it) but he would totally drink it the morning after partying hard.

Listen, this was absolutely NOT the question here, or maybe it is, but you asked so now you have to bear the consequences.

(this is a HC I have that's different from the one I described in my W.A.R. series)

I think Santino was the kind to party hard when he was around his twenties. Went to university and was part of the golden circle of privileged youngs. Drove a flashy car (il was yellow, like the one from Lo Spietato), drank and smoked too much, tried about every drugs, and is absolutely the kind that found themselves in the middle of orgies (by choice, probably was the one that made it happen). I say that because I think he loves to be worshipped so he would be at the center, getting kissed and touched and caressed and he might even think that this was love.

You would wonder how he passed his classes, well, that's forgetting he is damaged and has insomnia, an inferiority complex, and respond to taunt by throwing himself head first into the problem. He is smart and charming in the first place so... It was a mix of talent, obsessive behavior and talking people into helping him out. Last resort, his familly would have a word with the administration, but I think he would've hated that.

He also had followers, of course, people to do his bidding just for a scrape of his attention, and he knew how to play on that perfectly. Went through girls like shirts and through boys like underwears and liked both. He treated them all very badly and told himself he didn't care when they cried, or when he got slapped. Tried every kink under the sun, and then some.

That period didn't last long, maybe five year max, where he was far away from his family and kinda got wild because of the sudden freedom. For a moment, he probably thought he could be anything.

But each time he got back to Naples, it was hell. And when he was done with his studies, he went back under his family's shadow and well, that little wild flame got twisted until it was a cold fire.

So here, I think he is on vacation with his friends, and they partied hard the night before and cofee ain't just gonna cut it so Redbull it is.

Also, he didn't have any real friend so whoever is this guy, you can see Santino is totally wishing he would die and leave him to enjoy hate his redbull in peace. He is NOT having fun right at this moment, but he will when he gets a glimpse of the man who is renting the little a bit further away from, who recently lost his wife and looks sad and has a cute little puppy named Daisy.

(the man totally got bullied by his friend Caine into getting out of "that depressing mausoleum you call a house, why don't you come with me and Mia on vacation? We go to this little town in Itlay called Positano...")

(Neither of them are ready to meet each other)

(I'm totally writing a romcom here lol)

(someone stop me)

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the first episode of doctor who being directed by a gay , indian man and produced by a jewish woman doesn't contradict the complaints about doctor who having just gone woke stop acting like when people talk about wokeness it just means inclusion of minorities its about how they write stuff and what they have the characters say or do. like shitting all over the established show etc

I don't usually respond to cowards hiding behind anonymity, but the idea of "wokeness" is a worthy topic, and since you are the only one to actually send me an ask about this post, why not? People who live their lives as "other" have no choice but to speak from that perspective. Sure, we try to blend in, but that "otherness" is baked into the foundation of our beings. "Other" is anyone who is not cis-male, hetero, white, native English-speaking, Christian (and in England, CofE). If you think anyone who is "other" can convincingly pass in the world without all the baggage it creates leaking out all over the place, you are sorely mistaken. And "woke"? Let me steal from Wikipedia for a moment; they are much more succinct: "Woke is a political slang adjective derived from African-American Vernacular English (AAVE) originally meaning alertness to racial prejudice and discrimination. Beginning in the 2010s, it came to encompass a broader awareness of social inequalities such as racial injustice, sexism, and denial of LGBT rights." So, it's being cognizant of the inequities that "others" have had to operate under for centuries. Nope. Pretty sure the Doctor has always been woke. The Doctor has always fought for the underdog against their oppressors. It's just most of the time, the Doctor was saving all of humanity - because we are, in the galactic scheme of things, small, weak, uneducated, minorities. And if you are so bigoted as to consider it "woke" to include POC, queer, and trans people in the show at all... I hate to tell you this, but we've been here the whole time. You just finally noticed. The only shit on the New Who is the bigots in the fanbase. Either we will out you all or change your minds. We aren't going anywhere.