#i can't find the ask that asked for this soz

[superfruitland]

shoutout to the culture

more humans [coming soon] || leo || f!leo ||

[yesloulou]

You are into Lestappen too, right? Do you have favorite tropes or fics with them specifically?

not to leave no space every single time 'lestap' and 'fic' come near each other but. leave no space by linearity <3

also i don't care if we only get two thousand words every 5 months the piece of paper could be a little greater by supermaks is THE lestappen of all fucking time for me

[theonottsbxtch]

THE OTHER GUY PT.1 | FC43

an: @isaadore this one is for you. i've realised i haven't written anything for the latest pookie of the grid, so lets kick it off with some enemies to lovers

fc: random brunettes on pintrest

requests: open

ynpiastri

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my dearest lo, the boy who turned oscar and i into apart of a triplet and not twins, the racing world has been cruel to you. i will forever stand by your side no matter what. i love you forever and cannot wait to see what greatness you achieve. love, your unofficial little sister by four months, six days and ten minutes

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logansargeant: i love you ducky 🦆💛

ynpiastri: love you more sarge :)

userone: the cutest unofficial little sister he could ever ask for

usertwo: when the world doesn't have logan's back, we can trust that the piastri siblings have his back

userthree: god i love his relationship with them

oscarpiastri: well said ducky

ynpiastri: hire me as your pr

oscarpiastri: over my dead body

nicolepiastri: oscar be nice to your little sister

userfour: they still call her ducky

userfive: am i missing something here, why do they keep calling her ducky soz im new to this

usersix: she used to hide rubber ducks whenever she could for oscar and logan to find in f2 & f3

userfive: stop that so cute

williamsracing

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we are delighted to announce that franco colapinto is going to join us, racing for williams as of monza. welcome to formula one, franco!

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userone: 🇦🇷🇦🇷🇦🇷

usertwo: poor logan ☹️

francolapinto: thank you!

userthree: where was logan's goodbye?

userfour: finally some real talent

userfive: williams try not sign an underprepared rookie challenge: failed 

usersix: jv keep an eye open at night 

ynpiastri: womp womp

francolapinto: ¿que hice? (what did i do) 

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ynpiastri

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monza 🤘🤘

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userone: i want to be her 😩

usertwo: i want to date her 🤭

nicolepiastri: very tame post

ynpiastri: they can't tame me 👹

userthree: ten minute penalty for ocon

oscarpiastri: who's dog is that

ynpiastri: i stole it 😼

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interview with franco colapinto

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lmk what you guys think of this! luv luv luv <3

[arcanesea]

braids

PAIRING: yoon jeonghan x reader GENRE: fluff WC: 399 WARNINGS: none

It's unfair how Jeonghan has such beautiful hair that you can't help but run your hands on the delicate locks every second of the day.

Like tonight, he just came back from work, eyes heavy as he finds you resting comfortably on the couch. Without words, his body gravitates towards you. Head falls to your lap as he lets out a big sigh.

"I'm resigning tomorrow," he stated. You chuckled softly, attention shifted completely to Jeonghan. Your finger cards gently through the tangled locks, earning a hum from the owner. "Maybe the day after tomorrow, if you keep doing this."

He stayed there for a couple of minutes, relieving any stress he had from work. Your fingers graced over his scalp every now and then, releasing the pent-up tension. He loves it, loves how you’re doing it so effortlessly. Loves how it comforts him after a headache-inducing day. Loves how it's you.

In contrast to Jeonghan's hair which never seems to stay short, yours has never reached below your shoulder. You like it short, neat, and easier to style. And you're lucky that your genes aren't as exaggerated as his in terms of growing hair.

"Can I do your hair after bath?" you ask when Jeonghan sits up a few minutes later. It was the most genuine request you had ever asked from him, and he would be lying if he said he was not excited. So he nodded sincerely, eyes glimmering with love.

If he's eager, he tries his best to not show it. But he took an impossibly quick shower, surprising you who's in the process of picking up some stuff. He walks in front of you, sitting on the floor with his back pressed to the couch. You took your place on the couch, gaining a better view of his crown.

Your hands do their work delicately, comfortable silence fills the room as Jeonghan slowly falls asleep. Braiding hair never feels as rewarding, but it’s him and you just love the look of it. Admiring your own work, you realize Jeonghan's head lulled forward. A smile planted on your lips as his breath became even. You stood up from the couch, softly fixing his position.

"I love you" You press a soft kiss to his cheek, earning a soft hum from him before resting your head on his shoulder. You can use a little shut-eye now.

a/n. i posted this last night while having a massive headache that I forgot to format this properly ((soz.))

[theaskywalker]

hi, it's me again! I wanted to ask something that's a bit less fluff if that's okay:)

(idk if you do smut, couldn't find anything about that, so sorry if you don't)

I was thinking Seth clearwater and fem!reader

(again soz)

having a honeymoon! like Bellas but, little longer and softer

(Because has a soft boy and I love him for that. would love for him to break the bed if you put that in there:)

thank you for reading and drink water and go cute a tasty snack!

(You could do Jacob black with this to if you would like I've read all the good Fics of both and can't get enough of them:( .)

Honeymoon

Seth Clearwater x Fem!Reader

A/N: This is my first time writing smut so I hope it turned out decent. A big thank you to ghosty-boo-shh for the request 😊

Warnings: Mentions of oral sex (fem!receiving), Unprotected sex

❥ Seth Clearwater had always been a romantic at heart.

❥ When he first imprinted on you, he spent hours fantasizing about important relationship milestones such as moving in together, getting married and starting your own family.

❥ He desperately wanted all of these.

❥ If it was up to Seth, the two of you would get married right after your relationship became official.

❥ But you wanted to take the relationship one step at a time and he respected that.

❥ Fast forward to your two-year anniversary, when Seth decided that it was finally time to make you Mrs Clearwater.

❥ Seth suggested celebrating your anniversary at your favourite restaurant in Port Angeles.

❥ After a delicious meal Seth remarked that it was time for a dessert.

❥ The waiter came minutes later with a chocolate cake and placed it right in the middle of the table.

❥ To your surprise the cake had a large ''Will you marry me?'' sign in white frosting.

❥ When you looked over at Seth, he was already kneeling down holding a small box with a beautiful diamond ring.

"Yes" you replied instantly and hugged him with tears in your eyes.

❥ Everyone was ecstatic when you announced it.

❥ Especially the pack.

❥ Preparations for the wedding started right after the announcement.

❥ You and Seth had agreed on a small ceremony at the beach and a barbeque afterwards for your family and close friends.

❥ The pack (minus Leah) set up the whole event and made sure that every little detail was perfect for the big day.

❥ They had help by the vampires of course as most of the Cullens had taken a liking to Seth.

❥ With the boys working on the wedding venue, you and the girls set out to send the invitations and select the dress.

❥ Selecting the right dress was easier said than done.

❥ Leah and Alice had completely different opinions on the matter.

❥ Alice advised you to go for something fancy.

❥ And Leah thought that a boho design would be more appropriate.

❥ But the final word on the matter was yours to make.

❥ So, after many dress fittings you finally found the one.

❥ The weeks passed and the big day finally came.

❥ Seth couldn't take his eyes off you as you walked down the aisle.

❥ Looking breathtaking in your white dress.

❥ Vows were exchanged and with a tender kiss you and Seth became husband and wife.

❥ At the after-wedding barbeque you had the time of your life dancing with your husband and close friends.

❥ When it was time to leave for the honeymoon, Carlisle and Esme surprised both you and Seth by giving you plane tickets for Rio de Janeiro and full access to Isle Esme.

❥ Seth and you were beyond grateful for the gift.

❥ The flight to Rio de Janeiro and boat ride to Isle Esme filled you with excitement about what was to come.

❥ Upon arriving on the house that would be your home for the next month, Seth gently picked you up and carried you inside.

❥ You giggled at the gesture and thanked him with a kiss when he placed you down.

"Shall we take a bath, Mrs Clearwater?" he asked.

"Of course" you replied with a wink.

❥ The two of you headed to the bathroom .

❥ While Seth filled the bathtub, you slowly removed your dress and lingerie.

❥ Without breaking eye contact with him.

❥ Seth felt a lump in his throat as he stared at your curves.

❥ Feeling hornier as each minute passed.

❥ You approached Seth and helped him remove his clothing.

❥ Once the bathtub was ready, you and Seth proceeded to enter.

❥ Seth rubbed your back, helping your muscles relax.

❥ You returned the favour by lovingly massaging his scalp.

❥ What started as a relaxing and intimate moment between a newlywed couple quickly grew into a passionate make out session.

❥ Seth couldn't stop kissing your lips as his hands travelled on your body, before settling on your thighs.

❥ You straddled his hips and deepened the kiss.

❥ His wolf side took over and he picked you up, heading out of the bathtub in a hurry and laying you onto the canopied bed.

❥ Not caring for the mess your wet and shampooed bodies left on the sheets.

❥ Seth left steamy kisses on your neck and breasts.

❥ He then moved to your inner thighs and eventually found the delicate spot between your legs.

❥ Soft moans escaped your lips as his kisses set your body on fire.

"I'm close" you whispered while tightly clutching his black hair.

❥ Seth knew exactly what you wanted and soon the pleasurable feeling spread through your whole body.

❥ He then kissed you hard on the lips and awaited for your consent to take things further.

❥ You nodded impatiently.

❥ Seth entered you gently at first and then picked up his speed.

❥ Pounding relentlessly into you.

❥ Stretching your tight walls with each thrust.

❥ Seth couldn't get enough of this.

❥ He felt divine when inside you.

❥ It was a mutual feeling...

❥ Things got so heated that he ended up using his wolfish strength a little too much.

❥ Resulting in the both of you landing on the floor.

❥ Bye bye bed...

❥ You and Seth laughed it off and continued your erotic dance without interruption.

❥ Having your climaxes simultaneously on the floor. covered with feathers from the mattress.

❥ After getting a proper bath and tidying up the mess in the bedroom, you layed in Seth's arms and enjoyed how blishful it was.

The honeymoon had just started and it was going to be a memorable one...

Masterlist

[more-cardigan-than-woman]

Working Away

Summary: Your boyfriend is away murdering people and calls in the middle of the night to get some help coming down.

Jason Todd x Reader

1.2k

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, SMUT, masturbating, phone sex,dirty talk, pet names, implied choking, praise.

AN: two things, 1 Im bored, so take this. 2. I can't keep up with the tag lists and soz.

"Come on babygirl, pick up," Jason paces through the loft of his new safe house. This is the longest he's been away from you since you started dating. He wanted to call you when he landed days ago, but things thinged and he just didn't have time between all the killing and patching himself up. Today was mania, he finally found the head of the group he was looking for and it ended in a slaughter.

Its been a few hours now and he can't seem to come down from this high. His blood is pumping, his cock throbbing in his jeans, fuck he just needs to hear your voice. If that's all he can have for the moment he will take it until he can get back to you.

"Good mornin," you whisper into your phone, your voice still full of sleep, "you ok?"

"I'm alive if that's what you mean."

"Kay, goin back to sleep."

"No, wait. Sugar, can you," he hears the rustle of your blankets as you adjust yourself in bed, "can we just talk for a while?"

"Okay, just let me put ya on speaker."

"Are you comfy?"

"Yeah I am now."

"Got all your pillows?"

"Ah, hmm."

"Are you cold without me?" He asks as he slips his pants off and lounges back on the bed, "or are you wearing my shirt?"

"Yeah, but it's losing your smell," you roll over resting your head on his pillow, the scent of his shampoo still lingering, "what did you want to talk about?"

"You. How pretty you are, how much I wanna kiss you, how I wanna lick every inch of your perfect body and how fucking badly I wanna be inside you."

"Blood-lust, daddy?"

"Yes, Sugar. I need you."

The sleep rushes from your body as your pussy starts to ache, slipping your panties to the side you slide your fingers through yourself. "I miss you, it's not the same when I do it. I can't-'' you shiver when your fingertips graze over your clit, "-can't reach all the places your big hands do."

"Tell me what you want me to do." He spits into his hand once, twice, before sliding it down the inches of his hard cock, "I promise to do it when I get home."

"First I want you to kiss me," your hands grasp at your akin, "like that night in the alleyway."

"Mm.. I remember that night, the way you melted under my hands," he closes his eyes, recalling how your eyes watered when his hand slipped around your neck and he thrust you against that wall, "how pretty you looked under that light. Then I picked you up and had you against the wall."

"Yes, Jay. I want you to pick me up," your hand slips further down your body, "then throw me on the bed."

"I'll rip that shirt off you, " His hand pumps faster on his cock, “and anything else that gets in the way of my lips on your skin.”

"Your marks are fading," your hand holds your throat, "I need new ones, daddy."

"I can't wait to give you more. To mark up that soft skin of yours while my fingers are deep inside that pussy."

"So deep, my nails stabbing into your back." You moan as the picture starts to form in your head, your fingers thrusting inside of you, trying so hard to reach that spot that he always finds straight away.

"You sound so wet, Sugar. Fuck, I need to taste you.” he growls as he cock starts to drip on his hand, “What you to taste all this pre that's dripping down my hand right now."

"I love the taste of you.” your tongue darts out, the phantom taste of him in your lips,” Love feeling it drip down my chin and my throat.”

“Fuck, it stretches that pretty mouth so wide, doesn’t it.”

“Makes me feel so full.”

“My favourite is feeling your teeth graze over me.”

“You love that tiny bit of pain.”

"I do, Sugar. We're perfect together. Fuck, I love you." He groans, "I need to cum, you think you can-"

"Me too. I want you so bad. Need to feel you stretch me out," you pant, your back arching off the bed as your fingers attempt to get deeper, "I can't do it on my own, daddy."

"Yes, you can. I need you too." His hand tightens on his cock, the way your pretty pussy always does when he fucks up into you, "you know I can’t until you do. Now be a good girl," he smiles to himself when he hears your breathing pick up, "press your palm into your clit for me and let all those pretty noises out."

"Jay, fuck. Keep going." you imagine him, sitting in his room right on the edge, his hand wrapped around his cock, his eyes shut as he imagines you touching yourself. Sweat falling down his hardened brow as he tries to focus while also trying not to cum.

"You're such a good girl, wishing for me. Yes, let them out, fucking h'll. Like music to my ears, sugar."

"I'm getting close, fuck. I ah- I- Jason."

"You wanna cum for me? You wanna come for daddy?"

"Yes, please, pelase, pelase."

"Then do it, I wanna hear all of it."

Your orgasm cascades over you, days of pent up pleasure exploding all over you at once. Your limbs shake and your mind spins and you can hear Jason's pleas all around you.

“Sugar, I need you. Fuck, can you beg-” he moans, his words choppy as he tries to form a coherent sentence, “beg for it.”

“I need it, please,” your voice still hoarse, “I want it.”

“Do you? Not- Ah, fuck me. -more”

“Please cum for me, daddy. I can’t- please please.”

“Yes, Sugar. You want it, you want it in your mouth?”

“Yes, please, cover me in it.”

“I- Fuck, I’m gunna- I am- fuck, yes, Sug-ahhh.” he screams and you wish you were really there to drink it all down for him. You lick your lips, listening to Jason's incoherent praise as he comes down.

When he lets out a little sigh and you hear the thud of his back hitting the mattress you ask,. "Jay, when are you coming home?"

"I still got a few more days, Sugar."

"Okay," you roll over, snuggling into his pillow. The smell should be comfortable but at the moment it just makes you feel even more alone.

"You still there?"

"Yeah, I just. I need a bundle."

"I will give you all the cuddles when I get home. I promise."

"You better and that's not all I want."

"Tell me and it's yours."

"Everything you promised. Plus 3 days of uninterrupted Sugar time."

"You know I'd do anything for you."

"I know." You pause, shifting the blankets up and shoving a pillow behind your back, "Jay."

"Yes, baby."

"Can you stay on the line until I fall asleep?"

"Want a lullaby?"

"Yes please."

You start to drift off to the soft hums of a slow song, Jason's low baritone seeping into your dreams and keeping you safe until he returns.

[waldau-archived]

wanna be yours — chwe hansol | 2,208 words | fluff

i'm asexual as fuck (the irony) but friends with benefits to lovers is a delicious trope i would love to see more of. title from i wanna be yours by arctic monkeys.

gender neutral reader. college!au. warnings: mentions of sex but no actual descriptions of anything. also reader is mentioned not to like coffee, because i dislike coffee. soz <3

the last person you expected to see tonight was chwe vernon, dressed in his usual bomber jacket and slacks. yet here he is, crashing into the empty place on the sofa next to you. he doesn't say a word, simply squeezes his eyes shut and throws a hand over his eyes. dino keeps talking like there's been no interruption, but you're hyperaware of the way your legs are almost touching.

you and vernon didn't really run in the same circles before you got together, so it is odd to see him here amidst all of your friends.

"hey," you say, ducking down so you don't disturb the others.

"hurts," he says back, pressing his face into your shoulder. you look around, but no one really seems to be paying attention to you, some of them engrossed in beer pong and the others making idle conversation.

"what does?"

"my...head."

you wince in sympathy. "drank a lot?"

he shakes his head. "not that much. but i can't find seungkwan, and he has the keys to our dorm."

"so you decided to find...me?"

"better you than anyone else."

you don't respond to that, and you can tell by the way his head grows heavier on your shoulder within the next few minutes means he's asleep.

the first few months of your relationship with vernon were based solely on sex. it's the usual story — you met at another of minghao's parties (really, a catalyst for trouble), and hit it off surprisingly well with vernon. there was something you saw between you both and following it ended up with you in his bedroom.

when it was time for you to leave, it somehow didn't feel awkward. so you decided to test the arrangement another time. and another. and it's led you to whatever you have now, which is arguably more complicated than a normal relationship.

for starters, the past few weeks vernon's been visiting your dorm haven't been about sex. no, you've had actual arguments about which lord of the rings movie is the best and why shrek deserves yet another sequel. you've even baked with him, for heaven's sake (which ended not so well).

it's been less about sex and more about you fighting the urge to cuddle vernon when he throws an arm over your shoulder, or when he shares his blanket with you when you're feeling cold (which happens to be your blanket in the first place).

long story short, you like him, and he makes you feel some type of way you can't possibly let him know.

vernon twitches a bit when you pick up your cup from the table, toying with it but not actually drinking from it. you rest your hand on his thigh, hoping he doesn't wake up, while you contribute to the conversation every now and then. you pointedly ignore the looks dino's giving you.

this means nothing. vernon only found you because he knows you the most out of everyone here. he'd be in his own place by now if he'd found seungkwan.

still, there's something about the fact that he trusts you enough to fall asleep on you in front of people he's not entirely familiar with. that has to count for something, right?

people keep entering and leaving the room as the party goes on into the night. when the person next to you gets up to leave, you shift a bit down the sofa and pull vernon's head into your lap so his neck doesn't hurt when he wakes up. dino asks if he should wait for you before he leaves, but you make him go. it's not often you get to be like this with vernon, and you'd much rather he got back in one piece.

it's only when your back twinges and the music begins dying down and you remember you have an essay due next week you haven't begun working on that you decide to wake him up. you look down at the boy in your lap. he looks so much at ease, face devoid of the frown he sports every now and then. you feel almost guilty waking him up.

"vernon," you say, pushing his shoulder. "get up, both of us need to sleep."

vernon blinks his eyes open slowly. "wha'?"

"you. me. sleep. now."

"you want to sleep together? now?"

you trip on your words. "that's not what— i just need my sleep, sol." you bite your tongue at the name that slips out of your mouth. he doesn't mind his close friends calling him that, but you don't think you're there. or you'll ever get there.

"oh," he says, pushing himself up to sit.

"feeling better?"

"much," he says, running a hand through his hair. "but i had to tell you something, actually." he looks shifty. that gets your attention — vernon is many things, but he's never hesitant.

"i, um. i think we should stop seeing each other."

that shocks you the way falling into an icy cold pool would, the water taking no time to permeate your clothes and sting your skin with the cold and rendering you somewhat unable to breathe when it finally hits. "i'm sorry?"

"i said, i think we should stop seeing each other. not that the sex was bad," he says hastily, and you wince. that's a weird thing to say. "no, really. it's been great. it's just...i like someone, like, actually like them, and i feel being in this relationship would be weird."

you can't resist. "do i know them?"

vernon meets your eyes briefly before they dart away to the blank television screen in front of you. "i guess you could say that."

you rack your brains for who it could be. some names pop up in your mind: a girl from his friend group you've spoken to a few times, another from the library, the guy in english lit — but none of them shine as the number one contender for his affections.

you're one of the few close friends vernon has, but it doesn't matter. of course he wouldn't like you like that.

"fine," you say, feeling anything but. "okay."

vernon's looking at you like you're an injured puppy.

"i hope you get with whoever it is," you say, aware you sound a bit snappish, but you don't care. it's not your fault for liking someone as brilliant as vernon, only to be reminded that he doesn't really like you back. you're certain he likes your body more than he likes you, anyway.

"that's it?"

"what?"

"you're fine with it? just like that?"

you frown. "i'm not going to stop you if you want to go. we're not together. you should be with someone you really like."

"sweetheart..."

you shudder at the nickname that falls from his lips. you always like hearing it, more so the fact that vernon says it unconsciously. but now it sounds like a nail scraping against a chalkboard. you're not the sweetheart he wants. "i have a couple of classes in the morning."

"wait. it's a saturday."

"so?"

"we don't have classes on saturdays."

"yeah, well, that's you," you say, pulling out your phone to check the time. it's much later than you expected it to be. "dino's in the lab on weekends and i promised to help him out this time."

"listen—"

"i'll be glad if you let me go, vernon. i shouldn't have stayed this late in the first place."

"why are you acting so weirdly?"

you look up to see him frowning at you. why are you acting so weird, huh?

"i'm not. i just— i don't have to justify anything to you." you know you're being ruder than the situation calls for, but vernon is one of a kind. he'd taken to you despite the fact that you weren't one of the "popular" ones when you started out, and you'd managed to find a lot of common ground with him.

but the fact that you thought he'd like you back was stupidity on your part. you curse dino for hinting vernon might like you back.

"i'm sorry," you say, resting a hand on vernon's arm for a moment. he moves back at the touch and your stomach sinks even further. "i'm sorry this didn't work out. i hope you get with whoever you like. i'm just...tired. a bit. i hope this doesn't mean we'll...stop being friends?" it's a stupid thing to ask, but it's your last resort.

"i would," vernon says, crossing his arms, "if they weren't so dense."

"what?"

"i'd love to get with them if they realized i don't call anyone else sweetheart."

you freeze. you become aware of the people still present in the room, someone laughing, bottles clinking, bass still thumping, but— sweetheart?

"what are you trying to say, vernon?" you ask, making your voice as steady as possible.

"i'm trying to say that the person i want to get with doesn't really understand what flirting is."

you almost drop your phone. "no. vernon, you're not doing this. you don't mean it."

"i do."

"vern—"

"i'm not drunk anymore, see? and i do mean it. i don't just want us to be friends with benefits. i want us to be more. i want to take you out to dinner and stay up hearing you talk about why freud is the worst person you've ever had to read about. i want to watch whatever the heck it is you like. i want to date you. if you want me to, that is."

you're more surprised at how lucidly he's speaking, without a pause, more than what he's saying. but the meaning of his words slams into you like a tidal wave hardly a minute later. "if i want to, he says," you laugh helplessly.

vernon raises a perfect eyebrow. "well?"

you sigh and fiddle with your phone cover. "i don't— i've never been in a real relationship. not a long term one."

vernon moves closer to you, your knees now pressed against each other despite the fact that there's no one else on the sofa you're sharing. you can't even bring yourself to care about all the other people in the room. "really?"

you nod, feeling a strange sense of embarrassment creep up your neck. vernon simply lays a hand on your thigh. "hey. you know that's not a bad thing, right?"

you shrug.

"it's not," he repeats, rubbing his thumb across your knee. "and it doesn't bother me. is that what's troubling you?"

you shake your head. "you're just...the first person to want to be with me, even if it's just for sex."

"hey, it hasn't been all for sex. what about all those movie marathons we had? and that one time i helped you bake a cake for jun?"

"you mean you tried?"

vernon flicks your forehead, but moves in immediately to kiss it. the slight touch has you burning up, and you pray he doesn't feel it. "yeah. tried. but that's the thing, isn't it? it wasn't always about the sex for me. was it...the same for you?"

you can't get yourself to lie now. "it was," you say, putting your phone down and taking his free hand, fiddling with his fingers. "it is. i didn't mean to clam up like that. it's just...i want this with you, too, vernon. i've spent so long thinking about it. i'm sorry."

vernon sighs and runs a hand through his hair. "don't apologize, sweetheart. and it's a relief. i've never felt this way with anyone before. also, i've only had a couple of flings before you, but i really want this to go somewhere. and i want to try it with you."

you try to speak, but nothing comes out. you bury your face in your hands. "aren't you supposed to be drunk?" you ask.

"you always sober me up, sweetheart."

you shake your head and let it fall against the back of the sofa, vernon's hand cushioning the fall. there's silence for a while before he speaks.

"you know, no one's like that."

"like what?" you ask, slightly affronted. "is that supposed to be an insult or a pick-up line?"

vernon laughs a breathy laugh. "no friend with benefits offers to look after their partner when they're bored or drunk or whatever. and they certainly don't show up to basement music shows. you're...really the only person who gets me, you know? but now that i know you, like, really like me..."

"like you back."

you love his grin. "can i take you out on a date?"

"i...don't drink coffee," you say breathlessly.

vernon raises an eyebrow.

"milkshakes. or i could drink coffee, maybe. you like it, so i can try."

"there. again. you're too nice for your own good."

"it's just...me. i can't help— mmph," you get cut off when vernon leans down and presses a kiss to your lips. and another. you push him away before someone notices and teases you.

"i'm going to get some sleep, and we'll meet tomorrow. at a good place. not in my bed."

"you mean today."

"do you want me to cancel on you?"

"no," vernon laughs against your hair. "tomorrow. anything you want."

[illubean]

Hii!! No idea if you take reqs rn but if you dont thats fine just ignore this!!

But if you doo... can you pretty please do the stardust cruseders x fem reader who has a identical twin?!?!

I wanna know how they would react and what they would think!! (Since i have a identical twin lolz)

Thank you and have a nice day!!>_<

Stardust Crusaders W/ an IdenticalTwin!Reader

Characters: Joseph Joestar (p3), Jotaro Kujo, Muhammad Avdol, Kakyoin Noriyaki, Jean Pierre Polnareff Type: Fem!Reader, Headcanons

had really great ideas for Polnareff and everyone else's is kind of short soz >.<

Warnings: none

Joseph Joestar

cannot tell you guys apart for the life of him

he just calls both of you by your name and see's who responds

pls do not sister swap and prank him he WILL fall for it 😭

he probably made a dirty joke about you being a twin at some point in his life (pls hit him for it)

honestly he probably has been hit more times than he can count for accidentally grabbing your twin instead of you 😭

whether its you or your twin doing the hitting you decide

Jotaro Kujo

even if you guys seem to not have any differences at all Jotaro can still tell you two apart without thought

even if you guys swap clothes or something he will just be like "??? why are you dressed like your sister"

and when you ask him how he knew he just shrugs

or he'll point out something so small, like maybe your left eyebrow is a little higher idk

but yeah finding out you had a twin wasn't that big of a deal to him

like ok cool whatever moving on

he probably doesn't interact with your twin like at all..

every time she's around he's kind of just like 🧍‍♂️ because he doesn't have much interest in getting to know her I guess

very much acquaintances and nothing more

Muhammad Avdol

another one who's really good at telling you apart, though not as instant as Jotaro

I think Avdol is a #certified lover so he spends a lot of time just admiring you

hence why he can recognize a difference

he knows you like the back of his hand too, so even if he couldn't tell you guys apart physically he could based off of your little mannerisms <3

he thinks it's cool you have a twin

he probably knows some nerdy spiritual shit about being twins idk

sometimes he might get you guys mixed up (or just genuinely say the wrong name) but he's quick to fix it and apologize

another one you shouldn't play pranks on because he just gets so genuinely confused and maybe even a little stressed...

Kakyoin Noriyaki

he can tell the difference but he has to stare at you really hard in order to get it 😭😭😭

relies on personality to tell you guys apart

or alternatively, he will get you some sort of wearable gift like a bracelet or something so he can tell much quicker

he doesn't tell you this though, he say's the gift is "just because"

then if you ever ask how he tells you and your twin apart he just says "I can just tell" (liar, its the jewelry)

Jean Pierre Polnareff

this guy...

the first time he met your twin happened to be when you weren't around

if you guys have different hair color/length/cuts bro probably just assumes you felt like switching styles and planned to surprise him or something...

"Oh la la, mon amour! I like what you've done with your hair!"

and your twin is just like ??? who is this guy

he probably tries grabbing/kissing your twin just to get punched or kicked in the nuts

and here you come, rounding the corner looking the same you did yesterday and he's like !?!?!?!?

he's not necessarily the smartest guy and considering the shit he's been through it's reasonable for him to assume your twin was the result of a stand...

and you're like bae no thats my sister

and he's like oh

he apologizes for harassing your twin...

if you guys are exactly identical like same style same hair everything this guy swears he can tell you guys apart when he really can't

he just goes by whoever responds to his nicknames

[maxvkisser]

hello! I saw you were looking for requests and I got you! Trans male reader x Max Verstappen or if your comfortable writing for poly couple a Lestappen x trans male reader where reader needs to go home for the weekend and isn’t out to their parents, and when he comes home it just becomes a lot of comfort and reassurance and helping with dysphoria.

MY GOOD LOOKING BOY ᴹⱽ¹

summery - max comforting dysphoric reader

reader - trans male

warnings - dysphoria and slight transphobia

a/n- ty for the req! i don't think I can give poly justice so this is just with max soz

You went to spend the weekend with your parents, you asked Max if he wanted to come too but he declined as he had race stuff to do, when you came back to your shared apartment Max could see you were drained, both physically and mentally, he knew that you're not out to your family yet and that visiting them drains you. Max dropped what he was doing and went to greet you "hey handsome, how are you doing?" he asked with a big dorky grin that slightly dropped when you didn't respond and continued taking your coat and shoes off silently, after a few minutes you looked at the man "sorry Max,it's just hard to spend time with them, I don't even know what will happen if I come out" you said and laid down on the couch, Max nodded and sat near your legs "I get it, it's okay, just remember that you'll always be the most handsome man i know" he smiled and put your legs up on his laps, giving your feet a massage, you threw your head back and smiled "you know I love you Max,right?" you told him "I love you too" he said back, you pulled him to cuddle with you, your head on his chest "I love you more" you said while chuckling while Max's hand automatically went to play with your hair "that's debatable..." Max said playfully. The two of you laid on the couch but your mood shifted slightly and Max could tell "you good handsome?" he asked, in response you just let out a breath "I don't know, it's just that— I want to come out to them, I want to stop feeling like I'm living this lie, i want them to stop calling me a she and all but I just can't, I don't know how they'll react and I'm scared because I love my family and I don't want to have to cut off contact with them, especially now that I started T and eventually they'll notice the change" Max listened while you ranted, waiting for you to finish before speaking "I can't say that I know how you feel but I understand, just remember that I will always love you, no matter what, you'll always be a man and you'll always be my man, I know that it's hard to come out and I don't know your family enough to understand how they'll react, but you can slowly push the topic to try to find out their opinions, that's what I did with my mom and sister" Max played with your hair while talking "but I want you to remember, you're a guy, and you're very handsome at that, and I love you" he finished and kissed your forehead, earning a smiled and a giggle from you.

[safetycar-restart]

(I am literally hunting your ask box with the amount of asks soz.)

But....small dick Charles and the porn Au go brr.

Maybe a bit of angst when some comments get left under the videos shaming and you have to reassure him. Cue a video of praising Charles.. honestly you can't not praise this obedient sub.

Or Piarles with you could add Pierre tripod Gasly in the video with Pierre teasing Charles..

Ok firstly, never apologise for sending tons of asks! I love it! Feel free to make yourself at home in my askbox! You can even claim an emoji if you'd like so you can get your own tag. Anyway, I am obsessed with this idea oh my god.

So firstly, charles is a massive hit with his small dick. The fans absolutely love it. The only thing they don't like is the fact they there are never any videos of Charles getting humiliated for his dick size. It always confuses fans, because there are plenty of videos of other actors from your company being humiliated for their dick size. There's an entire playlist that's just Carlos being humiliated for it. And yet for some reason, the one actor who actually DOES have a very small dick somehow never gets humiliated for it? They don't get it.

But the reason for this is very simple - which is that Charles is your darling little princess and you will never ever allow anyone to humiliate him, ever. Everyone in the company knows this, knows that Charles has a very special place in your heart and that he's your darling who can never ever be messed with.

You try not to have favourites, but everyone knows Charles is your absolute favourite. The rest of them all get treated equally, but Charles is the only one who ALWAYS gets to see you after shoots and who can ALWAYS convince you to join in on shoots and who can ALWAYS come into your office.

And honestly, no one even minds this because he's everyone subby darling. He truly is the people's princess.

And so when you hear that Charles doesn't want to come out of his dressing room to start filming the solo video he was scheduled for, you of course have to go and find out what's going on with him.

You find him in nears, looking at his phone. You find out that someone had left hate comments on every single one of his videos, shaming him for how small his dick is and the poor thing is so upset.

Of course you immediately reassure him, promising him that none of that is true and that person is just hateful. You tell him that you and so many others love his body just how it is, but the poor thing is just so so sad and so worked up.

You know exactly what you have to do.

You tell him that you'll be filming with him today, that instead of a solo video it'll be a video of him sitting between your thighs while you play with him. He perks up at that, because no matter how upset he is he'll never turn down an opportunity to film with you.

As you're escorting him to the set, you get a brilliant idea - Pierre. He should be included in this.

Just like it's common knowledge that Charles is your darling, it's also common knowledge that Pierre is kinda sorta... absolutely fucking obsessed with Charles's dick. Maybe the three of you haven't even gotten together by this point? Pierre is just openly insane for Charles's pretty dick.

You call Pierre and tell him the situation and even though he wasnt supposed to film that day, he immediately agrees. And when he hears that someone insulted Charles's body, he goes borderline feral because no-one gets to say that. No one.

You start off the video without Pierre. Charles sits between your thighs and you play with him, using different toys and vibrators on him. You praise him the entire time, telling him how pretty he is and how much you love his pretty dick. The poor thing is an absolute mess, shaking in your arms.

And then Pierre arrives.

Charles is so ready for him, and the moment Pierre arrives his mouth is immediate on Charles's dick (seriously, he's obsessed).

[tartsinarat]

I'm throwing this out here because I popped off with this art really hard and really liked how it came out

I swearrrrr that I'll go into this in more detail with proper art and maybe an animatic but as quick as an explanation I can muster, at around the au's version of mid-season two (in between any sport in a storm and reaching out) Pip does end up having to leave the Owl House gang because Hunter finally managed to capture him completely by surprise because Pip let his guard down to who he just assumed was only Willow's and Gus's new flyer derby friend.

When Pip finally reaches the castle he stays there for a while to scope out the place and figure out a full proof escape route but he ends up caught in between a rock and a hard place before he could even think of a plan because he finds out that Eda is set to be put to be captured and petrified for the false crime of kidnapping the heir.

This causes Pip who's already extremely traumatised from the first petrification attempt and doesn't want to see Eda hurt again attempts to completely avoid that by striking up a deal with Belos.

This sort of works but it isn't in Pips favour at all because Belos had decided to pardon Eda (only to keep Pip from escaping again though), Pip can no longer even be out of Hunters sight or go out of the castle without Hunter's or a scouts supervision and if Eda approaches again she will be put to be petrifed immediately

So the deal goes completely out the window the moment that Eda finds out that one of her kids got kidnapped and so she and Luz (she wasn't supposed to join along but couldn't take no for an answer) busts into the castle to steal Pip right back.... which ends terribly to say the least.

Even though things went well at first, they do manage to almost escape with Pip until Belos who's at this point kinda done with his clone running away all the time decides to intervene personally rather than sending out the scouts

Eda goes full mother owl mode and does end up fighting Belos which I can imagine was a pretty epic battle

Eda vs Belos colourised (2020) /j

no idea who was winning until the end of the fight but one things for certain is that it goes completely south for Eda towards because Luz and Pip end up in the crossfire, Pip gets hurt badly and almost loses his eye (hence the gnarly scar across his face in the drawing) because he pushed Luz out of the away from a magic spike growing from the ground, so Eda gets distracted and petrified.

Before Eda fully becomes stone she makes both of them promise to escape, thanks them and asks them to take care of themselves, Hooty and King for her... Neither Luz or Pip handle this well but don't have enough time to even properly processes and so Pip who's slightly more functional than Luz who's completely dissociating at this point quickly grabs Luz and escapes on Owlbert but Pip gets yoinked by Belos mid way and Luz ends up escaping by herself.......

At this point Pip is planning on committing regicide and is only stopped because he ends up forcibly having to drink that brainwash juice before he could do anything

Brainwashed Pip mostly can't remember what's that's happened to him except for a few fake memories that got implanted in that paints wild witches in a really bad light and so after being explained a obviously completely untrue story by Belos he believes that he's suffering huge memory loss because he was brainwashed by wild witches and that magic is fading away.

Pip also just loses most of his personality except for his sense of justice which gets extremely twisted, he just becomes extremely detached and cold as well (but he does thaw slightly with specific people but doesn't understand why *coughs* ᴺᶦᵐᵇᵘˢ *coughs even harder* ᵗʰᵉ ᵖᵒʷ��ʳ ᵒᶠ ᵍᵃʸ ᶦˢ ᵗᵒᵒ ˢᵗʳᵒⁿᵍ.)

anyways that was longer than I thought it would be, soz for that lol

and even more longer than this is the GH masterpost link

[valentine-writes]

Spot nation is here humbly requesting again u-u One of your recent works breifly touched on The Spot getting protective over an upset reader. Would love to read your take on expanding that concept. :^] Make it as lighthearted or serious as you like! Maybe the reader has to tell him to chill out instead. Like, we love you queen but take it easy. No worries if this isn't smthn you want to do! Loving your writing in general! Take care :>

:(

「 tws + notes: POSSIBLE FLASH WARNING FOR THE GIF BELOW THE CUT?? (jus to be safe!! idk if this is needed or not-), no tws, unedited, super silly moment from me im not in a slash srs mood 」

「 gn!reader, can be platonic or romantic <3 」

↳ ft. johnathan ohnn/the spot

author's note: AUWWHJWAB HELLO!!! u are so so polite omg thank u so much ! ^_^ i luv tha enthusiasm i've been seein from spot nation tbh!!! o((>ω< ))o i'd be happy to expand on that hc! im gon make it a little teeny tiny bit more lighthearted becuz i luv myself some silly hcs but here we go!! super duper soz if itz a bit short anon </3

▸ i think i like writing the spot as a silly lil dude who is jus tryin so so hard. but also he did work for Fucked Up Evil and Co. (alchemax is just brimming w/ all sorts of brilliant minds with horrifying ideas in the name of science. kingpin ran this shit and would not have it any other way) like he's not beyond being an absolute menace he just didn't have the means for it at the beginning of the movie. so we're gonna keep it lighthearted and silly but,,,

we're gonna keep this in mind too, yeah?

▸ you're incredibly dear to him. he's become a little more protective than he usually would be (can't have you being taken away from him! not after literally everyone else in life life ditched–) and it's just the littlest bit unhealthy.

he really does mean well! you just find yourself reminding him to dial it down a bit.

▸ especially after he's gotten a hang of using his powers?... he's got the means to keep you from harm. he may still be insecure about his appearance, but those thoughts can be (temporarily) satiated when he knows what he can do.

the power at the multiverse, in the palm of his hand

i mean. you can't expect him to not want to defend you with it.

▸ you remind him, time and time again that he really doesn't need to check up on you that frequently. in spite of this, he can't help peeking into a portal, just to check on you here and there.

"i swear to you, i'll be fine." you tell him, time and time again- and he trusts you, he really does. but it doesn't hurt to be absolutely, positively, 100% certain, right?

▸ on the days you're upset because of a particularly bad day (not specifically conflict with people, just little things or internal issues, etc, etc... the Horrors,,,,) he offers the support he knows that he'd want.

if you're a person who's obvious with their emotions, he's pretty okay with picking up the cues you're not doing fine. will start up a conversation and then awkwardly ask if you're doing okay.

it's a little more tricky if you're subtle. overtime, he learns what to look for- little signs that indicate you're not doing well- and ensures that he's straightforward in asking about how you're feeling.

and sometimes, he able to sense that something is off. there's a tension in the air neither of you want to talk about, a feeling in his bones that he can't quite shake. he dislikes this the most. mainly because it's easy to attribute this feeling to overthinking. he'll check up on how you're feeling anyways. even if it takes a while to muster the courage.

without fail, he feels his heart break a bit when you look up at him with the saddest expression he's seen on your face. your frown is almost painful to see :(

he's got a very formulaic strategy in his mind that he uses to help you deal with bad days

something like this mefinks,,,

[ step a: he starts by asking what's going on with you... ask how you're feeling and all that. if your mood is negative, he'll try to ask why and if you wanna talk about it ]

if you choose to take up the offer, go to step b. if you refuse, go to step c.

[ step b: listen! provide support, be attentive. he'll let you rant, scream about it (ok maybe not too loud though, but,, y'know. if it helps, it helps), cry- anything. if you do cry, go to step d ]

[ step c: distract!! distract, distract, distract. you got a favourite comfort show or movie? he tells you: hey, you haven't watched it in a while (even if you have), why don't we put it on? your favorite video game? he'll play with you! talk about your favorite things or talk about nothing while you grab a snack or drink. he knows avoiding stuff isn't gonna work for long term problems, but he's more than willing to cheer you up ]

[ step d: SILENTPANICSILENTPANIC... internally he's just kinda freaking out because it's hard to see you cry. he's not awful with comfort- just a little stiff, y'know? much better with distractions. but in the event of you crying: he'll rub your back, wrap his arms around you. or give you space (depending on what you need) probably goes "hey, no, no no- it's okay, it's okay-" while attempting to soothe you. gives you time to cry it out while he babbles reassurances under his breath. ]

he really does try his best (´꒳｀。)

▸ if you're beefing with someone and it's making you upset, he'll listen to you complain about them. out here nodding and agreeing with you like he was there to witness. again, he's got your back!!

(this part partially inspired by @//spdrslayr 's posts!!) in interest of cheering you up,,, you two make fun of the person.

if you're someone to openly bitch about someone and aren't afraid of getting a little mean behind someone's back,, he's making fun of them too.

of course, if you're like "noo,, but like,,, that's mean-" he's quick to remind you what they did. like they had the audacity, there's no need to be sorry.

if you're consumed by harrowing guilt anytime you're remotely rude (even behind someone's back) he'll tone the jokes down. just a little. he can be VERY a little out of pocket.

likes watching you try not to lose it, stifling laughter, as you share a moment over mutual hatred for said person

"hey– that wasn't.. that wasn't funny–" you're snicker, doing very little to hide the obvious smile on your face. he loves seeing your face brighten, the frown on it now replaced with a grin you just can't hold back

he's gonna crack jokes about them randomly too in your conversations. he's good at holding a grudge yeah,,, but at least in this case he's funny abt it. it's lowkey starting to sound like he was wronged instead of you.

▸ if someone hurts you? that's a whole other story. (hehe. whole- my bad.)

being inconsiderate, rude, and mean to you is one thing, but bringing physical harm to you?

he can't stand the idea that someone would want to harm you. it doesn't matter what happened in the events leading to it. he knows you didn't deserve it. he knows it. the minute he sees the tears stinging in your eyes,, the bruising on your body– the blood–

someone's going to have to answer for it.

(but im not talking abt him tryin to rock someone's shit becuz that would be 10x longer blehhhh :p)

[schizoidcel]

Hii! I'm kinda new to your blog and I just gotta say I ADORE your writing style it's amazing!!

Also I was wondering if I could request pomni with a mime girlfriend that can't talk

(Like the joke is that EVERY time she talks she gets either muted by caine or interrupted by the others :33

# POMNI x MIME READER ☆

Omg ... Anonsie ... You make me blush

THANK U my blog is new in general so uhm welcome love

︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶༉‧₊˚.

🤍 HEADCANONS !!

warnings :: Not proofread (Yet again)

I feel like she wouldn't know what to do if you kept getting interrupted while talking 😭

She tries to stand up for you sometimes, but most of the time she gets interrupted too

So most of the time she just asks YOU what you wanted to say

If you had an idea, she'll suggest it to Ragatha so she can tell everyone

Speaking of, I feel like Ragatha would also stand up for you more clearly

She wouldn't notice sometimes aswell, but she notices far more quickly if she also sees Pomni trying to struggle to get everyone to listen to what you have to say.

She's like yall mother or big sister atp

I feel like Jax would interrupt you knowingly just because of how much of an asshole he is (also cs he finds it funny)

Zooble kinda just dosen't give a fuck

Kinger would do it unknowingly the entire guy is probably speaking on impulse at this point

Gangle would also do it accidently, she apologizes to you immediately after

And because of all this, Pomni tries to build up her confidence so she can tell everyone that you want to talk/speak more loudly

It works, fortunately for you both, but there are still rare times she gets the same treatment as before 😭

Pomni finds your voice really relaxing, so you both talk in private ALOT

Though even then you can't seem to get a break.

"I sometimes wish they had facebook or like, a pc in here. I actually used to play the games on there all the time when I had the 30 minute break in my job!" "Y-" "IT'S TIME FOR A NEW ADVENTURE!! 🎉🎉🎊🎉🎉🎁🎊❤️🪩🎊🎊❤️🎊🤩🤩🤩" "😕" "Uhm."

Pomni finds a new reason to hate like half these people and to get out as soon as she can with you everyday

︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶༉‧₊˚.

ׂૢ་༘࿐ Thank you for reading! ♡

Loved this idea it's adorbs .. Soz that it's lowk short

[nondelphic]

Hello! I was wondering if you had any advice to impart on me in regards to a thing I'm writing? I don't really know what I'm doing. its fine if you can't! Or don't want to! I just figured id ask

I'm trying write this character, which is a demon or eldritch creature(or a mix of the two) that was infected with morals, which came about due to the method that was used to contain them(for a period) in order to stop them since no one had the ability to harm them in anyway that actually mattered, let alone actually put a stop to them. I won't go into the details but It has led to them developing an admittedly not-entirely-working set of morals but functioning ones that were working enough that it tends to poke their now-existing conscience at regular intervals.

I'm trying to figure out how to give them a voice that fits them, but I'm trouble with it.

Part of it i think is that I'm having trouble expressing their otherness, as well as finding a good balance where being evil or cruel wasn't their whole personality.... I've also had them going through an existential crisis(in present time) on top of everything, which probably isn't helping me flesh them out at all. I'm probably trying to do too many things at once with this character but I'm not sure what to do about it

Anyways I'd love any thoughts or advice you can give me! Again it's alright if you can't! Thanks for listening! Bye 👋

hello!! first of all, don’t worry, you’re not alone in feeling like you have no idea what you’re doing. writing complex characters, especially something as wild as a demon/eldritch creature with morals, is tricky but also such a cool concept! i love that you’re playing with the idea of them being infected with morals due to how they were contained, that’s such a fun twist ૮₍ ˃ ⤙ ˂ ₎ა♡ (if i comprehended it correctly).

for giving them a voice that fits, you might want to lean into their 'otherness' by having them struggle to make sense of these newly acquired morals. imagine how disorienting it would be for an ancient, possibly indifferent or malevolent being to suddenly have a conscience—it would almost be like speaking a language they’ve never learned. they might be confused by empathy, irritated by guilt, or even amused by the idea of right vs wrong. their voice could reflect that frustration or confusion, with moments where they’re almost… bemused (??) by their own behavior, like “why do i care about this pitiful human’s feelings, but for some reason… i do?”

as for the existential crisis, i actually think that’s a great layer to add to their character! it shows that they’re evolving (or being forced to evolve), and it gives you opportunities for introspection. maybe they don't understand their own 'human' reactions and get stuck in the 'what am i?' spiral. just try not to overload their development all at once. pace it so the reader can feel the tension between their demonic nature and their new set of morals slowly unravel.

also, you mentioned you're having trouble balancing their cruelty vs personality, which makes sense. maybe instead of thinking of them as 'evil,' think of them as amoral. they didn't necessarily act out of malice before, just because they could. now, with the infected morals, they might wrestle with decisions they wouldn’t have given a second thought to in the past, which could create some cool internal conflict. it's not that they want to be cruel anymore, but they can't entirely shut off their old habits either.

hope some of this helps! good luck with your writing, and feel free to come back if you ever need more brainstorming! 𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑ .ᐟ ᡣ𐭩 and soz for the long reply ahhh i got caught up in it 𖦹 ´ ᯅ ` 𖦹

[jacenotjason]

Helloo. Do you know where I can find the Spooky Month opposite AU references? I've been wanting to draw it but I can't find any references.

you can ask @zleepysnails for the rest, as she owns the AU, but I own these guys!

I also own Mort, but I need to update his ref cuz I gave his goatee back

I don't wanna share any art that isn't mine soz

[ashthewaterghoul]

All Of My Fears Combined, Walking The Thinnest Of Lines - A DewTher One Shot

“Oh, great. So, I have to leave you and your deteriorating body behind for months at a time, some new Quint cunt with me 24/7, and come back to find you dead in our nest?” Dew said. “Dew, we can plan a date and time for it. We can plan every detail so it’s exactly how we want it.” Aether tried to assure. “We? I don’t want this. I don’t want you to want this.” Dew nearly yelled, his eyes each a raging inferno. “And I don’t want my vessel failing but, hey-ho, this is fucking life for us!” Aether couldn’t help his own volume raising now, “I want to die with dignity, on my own terms, with my pack, at the very least my mate at my side. Is that so much to ask for?!” “The way you’re asking for it is!” Dew shouted. Or, Aether starts to notice certain things about his vessel and his time here on Earth. When he tries to discuss it and what he wants with his mate, it goes about as well as anyone would expect...

Words: 2,015.

Rating: Mature.

Tags: Angst, whump, hurt/no comfort, discussions of assisted suicide, implied/referenced suicide, mentioned Zephyr, Ifrit and Mountain, also mentioned Zephrit, Dew can't handle his emotions, arguing, difficult discussions, unhappy ending.

TW for talking about someone else's suicide, watching a loved one basically go through hospice care and slowly die, talks of assisted suicide.

A/n: Soz lads. I needed to write more unhappy endings bc I always give my stuff nicer(ish) endings. Anyway, have this. All the hugs for Aether.

Title from 'Apartment 402' by girl in red.

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    Aether had been topside for a while. His soul had been in his vessel for nearly ten years now and he certainly could feel it, especially after this last tour. He was tired all the time, aching after the simplest of tasks, little bumps and cuts healed slower, and there was a constant bit of anxiety churning in his stomach that signalled what he’d been dreading.

    His vessel was starting to fail.

    The Ghouls’ vessels are bodies of departed humans, given new purpose by housing a summoned soul. The Ghoul’s infernal magic stopped any of the natural decay and carved out a space for itself. A form to walk amongst the humans with. But all Ghouls know it won’t last forever, and there had never been a successful attempt at permanently binding a Ghoul to a vessel.

    Aether didn’t need to go to the infirmary and get looked over. He knew it in his bones that his time on Earth was starting to come to close. Quintessence Ghouls were some of the hardest Ghouls to keep bound to a vessel after all; their cosmic-fuelled powers do not like to be contained to such a small form.

    As Aether realised what he would become as his vessel continued to fail, a husk with his soul trapped inside until the body well and truly gave out and released his soul, he knew what he wanted. In his head, he had decided on it. But his heart needed his mate to agree first.

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    Aether knew there was no good way to approach Dewdrop about this and there would never be a “good time” but he did his best and shot Dew a text just as he would be signing out from his duties.

    *Hey, I need to have a not-so-nice talk with you. Don’t worry, it’s not about us, it’s about me. I just want your support on something xxx*

    He figured it was as good as he was going to get and sent it. What felt like not even a minute later, Dew was through the door to their bedroom and concern plastered all over his face.

    “What is it? What’s wrong?” He said breathlessly, a rosy blush on his cheeks telling Aether he mostly likely sprinted down.

    “Hi, Dewy.” Aether said, “Um, I- I think we need to sit down.” Aether said nervously, gently guiding his mate so they were both sat on the edge of their nest facing each other.

    “What’s happening? You’re worrying me, Stardust.”

    Aether sighed and fidgeted with Dew’s bony fingers, “I, uh, have some news. And it’s not good.”

    Dew’s face was plastered with worry as Aether found his words.

    “The last tour has completely drained me. More than normal. It’s been a couple months since we got back and I feel barely any better. It’s like I could never ever sleep enough to satisfy how exhausted I still feel from the first Ritual of the tour.” Aether took a deep breath, “I started thinking about my time on Earth and I know why I feel like this.”

    Dew’s face had steadily been dropping with realisation as Aether went on.

    “No.” Dew practically whispered, as if saying it out loud made it any more real than it already was.

    “Dewy, my vessel is failing.” Aether’s voice shook as he said it aloud for the first time.

    “H- how? I thought we had more time.” Dew’s eyes started welling up.

    “It’s nearly been a decade, that’s more time than a lot of Quints get. And it’s not over yet. If my thoughts are right, I have another two and a half years, maybe three until…” Aether trailed off, not quite being able to bring himself to say what would eventually happen.

    “Oh, Aeth-“ Dew cut himself off by throwing his arms around his mate’s neck. Silently praying to everyone he could think of for more time.

    Aether hugged Dew back fiercely, taking deep inhales of the burnt driftwood and cinnamon scent of his mate. But he knew this conversation had to go on.

    “Waterlily? There’s something else.” He said as he loosened his hold.

    “Satan’s fucking cunt, what?” Dew said, tears streaking down his cheeks.

    Aether took a deep breath, knowing what he was about to say was a difficult memory for them both, “You remember how Zephyr got? When their vessel was failing?”

    Dew’s face turned even more solemn at the mention of their lost Air Ghoul, and everything that came after.

    “Yeah, how could we ever forget?” Dew’s voice was heavy with the weight that time in their lives still carried.

    “They way they were, towards the end. Locked inside their vessel, couldn’t speak, couldn’t move, couldn’t do anything. Even before then, all the pain and confusion. I don’t want to end up like that.” Aether said.

    “Baby, I know but we can’t stop that.” Dew said regretfully, taking one of Aether’s hands in both of his, massaging his knuckles and tracing the veins.

    “I refuse to let you become my carer. You’re my mate, not the person who’s meant to shove a bedpan under me and my shell of a body.”

    “We all knew it would happen, whether it was me or you first. I accepted it as part of my job when we mated.”

    “I know, and it’s what I would’ve done for you if you were first. But I’m not letting it get that far.”

    Realisation dawned onto Dew’s face yet again. And Aether’s hand was dropped.

    “No.” Dew shook his head, eyes starting to come alight with lone embers, “No! How could you even think that? After Ifrit’s already ki-“ The words got lost on Dew’s tongue. It was hard for all of them to think about.

    “It’s because of what Ifrit did that I want to do it like this.” Aether said, trying to reach for Dew’s hand, but he bolted up out of the nest and stood in front of Aether.

    “I don’t know how the fuck you ever thought I’d be okay with this!” Dew shouted.

    “Dew, please, I don’t want to die like Zephyr did. And I don’t want you to go through what Ifrit did!” Aether said, trying his best not raise his own voice.

    “I want to. I want to care for you, the same way you already did for me after my elemental transition! Zephyr managed to enjoy their time as their vessel failed, why can’t you?”

    “Because I am in pain every. Fucking. Day.” Aether said, “Zephyr’s vessel was faulty from the get-go. Their joints, their lungs. They never knew what it was like to live pain free and well-rested and fucking normal. I hurt all over my body all the time, and I’m always tired. Dew, I’m so fucking tired.” Aether’s voice started to get choked on his tears.

    “So, this is your solution?” Dew spat, “Re-traumatise me all over again when I’m still not over Ifrit?”

    “Dew, that’s not fair.” Aether said, fully offended by his mate thinking he was doing this on purpose.

    “This isn’t fair, Aether. How is this any different to what Ifrit did?” Dew said, hands waving around and begging for an answer he probably wouldn’t listen to.

    “Because Ifrit did what he did out of depression!” Aether stood from the nest too, “He had been so caught up in caring for Zephyr as they wasted away and lost all ability to do anything that he couldn’t find his purpose again after they died! Mix that with the depression of losing your mate, and you get that. I want to do this because I want to go out on my own terms, while I’m still me.”

    “Aether, I found Ifrit. I’m not finding you too.” Dew said, the embers in his eyes had steadily been stoked by his anger until now they were raging flames.

    “I know, baby, I remember. I found you in his room after you screamed out, didn’t I? But there’s a way they can do it with meds. It won’t be anything like Ifrit. We can do it here in the nest, or wherever. It would just be like I was falling asleep.” Aether said.

    “But you won’t wake up. Then what am I meant to do?”

    Aether just shrugged and shook his head as more tears fell.

    “I can’t believe you.” Dew continued, “Can’t believe you’d just give up like this. Make me and Mount the only ones left of our old pack. Why couldn’t we just try that ritual to bond you to the vess-“

    “No. Absolutely not.” Aether said firmly, “That ritual can go wrong in dozens of ways. At best, it does nothing. At worst, the vessel gets wrecked even more than it’s already starting out to be and I’m locked into it. Either way we’re back at square-fucking-one.” Aether let out a deep breath and ran his hand over his face, “Look, I’ve already resigned from the band-“

    “You resigned from the band?” Dew cut in, “And you didn’t think to fucking tell me first? Copia finds out your vessel’s dying before your mate, is that how this works?”

    “No, I only resigned. I said nothing other than I felt like shit that whole tour and after and don’t want to do it again. You’re the only one I’ve spoken to about my vessel.” Aether said truthfully.

    “Oh, great. So, I have to leave you and your deteriorating body behind for months at a time, some new Quint cunt with me 24/7, and come back to find you dead in our nest?” Dew said.

    “Dew, we can plan a date and time for it. We can plan every detail so it’s exactly how we want it.” Aether tried to assure.

    “We? I don’t want this. I don’t want you to want this.” Dew nearly yelled, his eyes each a raging inferno.

    “And I don’t want my vessel failing but, hey-ho, this is fucking life for us!” Aether couldn’t help his own volume raising now, “I want to die with dignity, on my own terms, with my pack, at the very least my mate at my side. Is that so much to ask for?!”

    “The way you’re asking for it is!” Dew shouted.

    “Dew, please, just try and see it from my side.” Aether pleaded forcing his voice quieter again, “You remember how Zeph was. Hell, how you were after your transition. I refuse to be like that. And I refuse to let you get to the point that Ifrit did. You may say that you’d have the pack, that none of them would let you do that. But we said the same about our Fritter.”

    Dew’s shoulders shook with sobs he was holding back, his Adam’s apple bobbing furiously, “I can’t, Aeth.”

    “It’s not going to be anytime soon. I’m hoping for at least a year and a half, maybe two before it has to become a serious thought, but I needed to discuss it with you.” Aether tried to reach for Dew but he recoiled as if he’d been burned.

    “I can’t fucking do this. I can’t fucking believe you.” Dew said, shaking his head and wiping his nose on his sleeve.

    “Please, Waterlily, I-“

    “Don’t Waterlily me!” Dew snarled, “I can’t. I fucking-“

    Dew span on his heel and started making his way to the door.

    “Dew, please! Baby, I-“

    But the door slammed as Dew left.

    And Aether broke.

    In an instant, he crashed down onto his already-aching knees. He cried his eyes out, falling forward onto all-fours before slumping to the floor in the foetal position. His knees were hugged tight to his chest as he sobbed. He cried at the situation, at the leftover trauma of Zephyr and Ifrit’s untimely deaths, at Dew’s reaction.

    Loneliness inside his own mind was the one thing he didn’t want, and sure enough, he had just that. Part of him, part of him he instantly detested, prayed that he’d just die now. At least then he wouldn’t have to live with the pain of his mate storming out and leaving him.

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