#idk I have been thinking on and on about the idea of leaving the community and just focus on drawing for myself

[lynaferns]

Haven't looked at any DCA tag in... months now

I don't like the current fanon Sun with the sassyness people give him. It brings me into a depressive state lmao.

(not shaming, I'm just sad that I can't go in the tags anymore without finding most of the art being mean/threatening sun. And all I can do is not go in there anymore)

Well, idk if it toned down by now or if that's the norm now. I don't feel like finding out.

[arolesbianism]

Thinking abt Sif Odile duo looping au again and I wanna be able to plot everything out more coherently but act 5 eternally looms overhead and boy I do not wanna look up

[anotheruntitledsong]

i did like the hidden palace but (SPOILER if anyone hasn't read it?) i'm genuinely so annoyed at how Arbeely is handled like... I wish i could be sad but i'm just fucking irritated. I was overly invested in him and that's def why but i just feel like they did him dirty

[afterglowsainz]

we used to have more | oscar piastri

part 2 part 3 part 4

pairing: oscar piastri x reader

summary: while working as community manager in formula 1 you have to follow a rule of no fraternization with the drivers, which keeps you and oscar from being together

fc: different girls from pinterest

warnings: some characters have names (because there’s only so many y/f/n that i can use), some mentions of oscar’s girlfriend as her ex

a/n: so i have this one shot called guilty as sin? (that you should totally go read) and i’ve been thinking about expanding on it a little because i keep getting ideas around the same concept so welcome to an au version of my own fic in smau format, enjoy!

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f1gossip mclaren’s oscar piastri was seen this weekend next to y/n y/l/n (the community manager of f1 social media) on different occasions. the people who sent us the videos said that oscar was the one that looked for her and approached her every time

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oscarpiastri back to my roots in baku 🏎

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f1gossip mclaren’s oscar piastri was seen this weekend with his ex girlfriend at the paddock together, emerging rumors of possibly getting back together after six months of breaking up

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[coffinshaped]

If Sailor became a god, what do you think she will look like?

OKAY IT TOOK ME A WHILE BUT WITH THE HELP OF MY FRIEND @orderforbrian A CONCEPT FOR GOD SAILOR HAS BEEN MADE!

God of Navigation and Adventure!

God Sailor would have regained all her memories from before getting shipwrecked at Grove Cove! He would be the first God youre introduced to when you arrive at the Grove and the last God you see before you leave! She would make sure you have all the tools you need to navigate your trip safely and oversee your travel home!

If you wanna know what this gals deal is as a human check out my initial post on Sailor HERE!

Additional stuff under the cut including a little Sailor x Cobigail bc OF COURSE!!! You know I had to!!

First, here’s my gay ass Sailorgail sketch YAY THEYRE IMMORTAL AND IN LOVE AND LIVE HAPPILY EVER AFTER FOR ETERNITY WEEEEEE!!!

More on God Sailor:

- Entry point to his domain is on his Boat, S.S. Harley, upon entering you’ll hear a distant foghorn and the cawing of seagulls overhead

- God Sailors “voice” is just a mixture of wave sounds unless she’s excited, then she makes little boat bell noises or when mad makes a gnarly foghorn sound

- She’s VERY tall and I mean HUGE!!! But he’s a good distance away from the boat where you’re standing so she looks deceptively small

- He will provide navigational items that you can actually take with you to assist your travel around the Grove ( He fishes them out of the water for you! Sailors never been super organized, it’s around here somewhere! Hopefully she doesn’t accidentally pull up a shark or something on accident….)

- She encourages you to get a little lost! Wander! Take your time! And enjoy your trip! (Hes purposely vague about directions and specific instructions)

- He’ll give you guidance on which Gods to visit and what sights there are to see (She gets EXTRA chatty if you happen to mention anything about her wifey Cobigail, she’s always the first God she recommends you to see 💕)

- Shes got a few nautical tattoos that have a mind of their own, they move and change all over her body and all of them tell a story! And of course Hes got a few of his lovely gal Cobi (she can communicate to him through those tats hehe)

- His pipe is a giant smoke stack from a ship! If she huffs and puffs on that pipe hard enough it’ll create a great fog, no worries though! Her eyes can light right up and suddenly she’s the Groves very own lighthouse, guiding any nearby sailors safely

Thanks again to my friend Bri for helping me brainstorm stuff! I had fun doing this, idk if I’ll make it a canon event for Sailors story but it’s definitely a cool idea! I’ll probably draw more of this in the future :3c

[voidcat]

characters: Michael Kaiser, streamer!reader.

notes: tried to keep the whole thing gender neutral as always but at one part, he refers to you with a gendered term (ie: “girl) so there’s that. This was supposed to be shorter… idk what came over me… please free me

synopsis: in which you try your best to have peaceful streams and Michael Kaiser works harder to show his presence in your life to the entire world time and time again, in his own subtle ways.

Lately you’ve been contemplating how much of a menace Michael Kaiser is being to your not-so-serious-but-definitely-growing-into-something of a streamer career.

Something you decided to do for fun as you like to play games, and have noticed your performance improves drastically when you’re streaming the screen to someone, you decided there was no harm in giving it a try. It passes the time and started to pay a portion of the bills for sure, it does open a door of possibilities- none of which your not so beloved friend Michael Kaiser seems to care about.

He finds the entire idea stupid. Says if you need the money so badly, he’ll cover your expanses and take care of you exactly you want-- and you try again and again that is not the point of it! But to no avail.

You like to play your little games and make annoying people suffer in streams. It’s only an added bonus you get to capture funny moments midstream and build a community along with it.

Although his generous offer did pique interest of some of your friends but he doesn’t even let them entertain the idea. Just ignores them straight on and always returns the topic of pampering you, somehow.

After a little persistence on both sides, you’d think he gave up trying to change your mind, or at least made peace with the situation but lately you’ve been suspicious of him sabotaging you- just in his own subtle ways.

He’s been calling you more and more often during streams. That, you aren’t against. In the end, he is your friend and no matter how hungry for even just scraps of love he might be, you like to entertain him. It’s a weird relationship where the two of you benefit- not that you can explain it to your group of friends, his certain tendencies don’t have their approval won in the slightest and you cannot really blame them for it.

In the middle of an online game, the familiar ringtone you’ve set for the man rings through your earphones and you quickly open the call, leaving it on speaker. A decision you had made and grew used to while gaming on discord— it helps to hear both sides at once, but lately one end of the call has been dominating everything else.

He must know this by now too, that’s the only explanation you have as Kaiser begins speaking rather loudly, no doubt heard through the stream. It is a rather heated moment in the game so you have to focus and cannot really react, cannot turn his volume down. And there is no way him going about his day, talking to you like the two of you are something a little more, talking one another through your days is not being broadcasted live right now. So you suck in a breath, give it your all to the 5v5 and return quickly to your needy best friend.

Now it is a little tricky. Because your issue isn’t as much as that he is a little too obvious with his acts to show his presence through your streams that bothers you. No, it’s the possibility that his voice might get recognized that scares you. You have built all this all by yourself for so long, bare hands and nails, it is yours— you don’t want people to be suddenly swarming your accounts just because you happen to know Michael Kaiser himself in some shape or form, no.

And with this fear is born another problem entirely: how to address him when he calls.

It was albeit easier when his schedule allowed him to terrorize your streams in person more. That way you could still use the "I am directly speaking to you, no? Dummy." card and get away with it. Adjust the settings on your microphone so his voice won't get picked up on as easily...

Because much to your subtle efforts and tries, he does nag you quite a bit that you seem to "speak to him like a stranger" when he is calling you. You cannot give your true reasoning, he will just call it stupid and say "what's the big deal? afraid of being associated with me?" like it's that simple, twisting your words and morphing them into something they're not.

And maybe, just maybe, you are-- you don't know exactly where you stand with him, no thanks to Kaiser being one confusing bastard that creates a storm within your heart. And at this point, you're too scared to ask the question, to give him that satisfaction- and on the rare possibility that you read too much into the whole situation- saving your face, and your poor heart from the embarrassment that'll come with it.

So 'Kaiser' is off the list, obviously. And 'Michael' feels off. A little intimate, and weirdly formal at the same time. You just huff him off as 'Kaiser' and laugh at his rolled eyes whenever he hears his surname leaving your lips. You did try using an alias of sorts already and it exploded big time in your hands so you know better than that.

That leaves the options a nickname or a term of endearment- none of which you're really dying to try, if you're being honest. They feel too intimate- and again, play into the audience to create the illusion you're involved with someone. Which you're not, so you toss the idea away- ignoring that weak voice nuzzling about wishing you were though- and see how long you can survive talking with him without calling him anything directly.

(As it turns out, your survival rate was around a month. He interjects himself during a call, rather displeased and even louder than his usual, "So how long do you plan to play this strangers game? Or do you want me to come over and remind you of my place for you, hm?". Your ratings are stupidly off the wall.

You're positive you've seen a clip of that exact moment taken and posted online. Kaiser is over the moon about it, he plays it on loop for about a minute until you lunge at him and fight to get his phone off his claws.)

You'd think, despite all that, it's not half as bad. A little mystery does not hurt (you have admitted defeat regarding his impact on your streams) and some even seem to enjoy this mystery voice on your streams.

You think, your biggest advantage is that you plan your streams to be around when you know he cannot bother you in person. And on the rare occasions he does, his commentary is weirdly enjoyed.

Deciding on a camera on stream after so long though is possibly your worst idea yet.

First, because you thought you could get away with it if you scheduled it to be during his practice, and second, nothing good ever comes out of a stream you do with your face showing for all the world to see your next big misery on live.

But you'd like to remain hopeful, you and your little group pick a chill game. It's supposed to be a friendly atmosphere- conversing and chilling, it's nice, it's cozy.

You don't hear the creak of the apartment door opening- nor noticing anything until it is too late and it's the scratching of a chair against your floor- that stops right next to yours.

And only when something blue and yellow plops down next to you from your peripheral vision, do you feel your blood drain, trying your best to not let your smile falter as the man leans back and throws an arm around you, pulling you to him and speaking to you in his usual tone-- "So what game got my girl so entraced this time?"

not too interested but still a spark of it reserved because it is you, a little exhaustion showing as he sounds raspy if you listen carefully, and his usual dismay laced in his voice because he does not like to share you with your friends or the little vermins you call your "audience".

You try your very, damn hardest best, to ignore how he addressed you just now.

With a shrug, you let your characater roam around a little longer and pause, "Nothing much, we are just chilling. Wanna give it a try?"

You push the keyboard to his side and try to ignore the stream of comments freaking out over Michael fucking Kaiser on your stream, lovey dovey, touchy with you no less.

"M' good, thanks. Would rather just watch you instead." he says as his other arm finds its way to you, entrapping you in his hold completely. Letting you fix your posture, Michael then rests his head by your hair, pressing a silent peck to the crown of your neck.

And you're certain you can feel the bastard smirking under this cozy image he is putting on as his eyes read over the still going stream of comments losing it over the sight of you two.

[peanutheaddd]

gay as fuck to possess another man tbh

in my head uhhhh this probs happens in the climax . altercation riht before god comes down . grinning so dam huge Guys i hate love being neurodivergent . i feel a little crazy umm ill explain under cut

okay basically petey asks if he can possess dm multiple times throughout the story mostly for selfish reasons LOL

if he possesses dm he not only retains his demonic powers but he also becomes immune to any forms of holy resistance. so like holy water crosses whatever none of that shit works on him . so its like a win win . his demonic powers are also enhancing in nature so wahtever strength the vessel has originally is retained . so obviously dms strength is a perk in this aspect . dm is also a super high tier priest so his holy abilities are Very strong . so basically if he ever possesses dm it would make an almost unstoppable creature .

its like this situation of the more valuable a vessel is the harder it is to possess them . bc a vessel is more valuable the holier they are and holiness is directly correlated to level of resistance against temptation LMFAO .

ive alr implied it above but the only reason petey hasnt been able to possess dm so far is bc the vessel has to be willing . and obvs until this point dm has said no without a moment hesitation LMFAOOO bc he knows petey would get up to tomfoolery and bullshit in his body

BUT another issue is that he has no idea when (if ever) he would get his body back . bc petey can stay in his body as long as he wants essentially. the possession ends whenever petey decides to leave . so if he really wanted to he could just Never leave . and then dms soul would probs wither away over time . so theres this baseline lack of trust thats making it so dm is like no way jose . bc if he lets petey possess him then hes yielding almost 100% of his autonomy essentially .

i reckon theres also a cost to the vessel in some way (physical or spiritual cost idk shrug. maybe the soul gets corrupted or smth) which is also part of the reason dm is against getting possessed .

degradation of the soul is one thing i alr mentioned . so like if the possession lasts for long enough the soul gets eradicated entirely . its not a huge issue tho bc the possession has to last for a While for this to actually happen .

in the initial stages of possession its more like a coexistence of the demon and the vessel . so the vessel is still there and can communicate with the demon . in a way? like their conscience is there ?? and then the vessel just goes more and more quiet as time passes and eventually goes dormant . this is diff from total eradication its just a subconscious yielding of autonomy to the demon .

i think possession also creates like a soul bond of sorts so the demon can possess the vessel whenever they want afterwards without needing permission . this is another reason possession doesnt rlly happen bc someone MIGHT be okay with getting possessed once but theyd be scared of regretting it and being unable to stop any subsequent possessions .

this is ALSO ☝️ yaoiful as hell . there was an anon that asked if they ever get into a relationship and ig this is. kind of smth like that. fellas is it gay to form a soul bond with another man 😭😭😭😭

but anyways during the climax altercation i think the main problem boils down to petey is too weak against the angels and dm is too weak against the demons . and hes like Okay i have to lock in. so he tells petey to possess him and peteys like what the fuck no way bro bc at this point in the story petey actually cares about him and he knows that if he possesses him then dms gonna bear the brunt of the cost . possession incidence 😭😭😭😭😭 and dms like IDGAF LIL BRO LP IS IN DANGER and peteys like damn ur right so BOOMMMM possession and thats what the drawing is LOLLLLLL

[splinterclan]

One of my favorite things in Clan stories, Warriors and otherwise, is the set of language and rituals that develop to reflect Clan events. I love the wording of this warrior ceremony. It's markedly different from Warriors' "Do you promise to protect and defend your Clan, even at the cost of your life?" and I think this different wording reflects Whorlstar and SplinterClan's values really well! Can you talk about the thoughts that went into this ceremony wording, or other SplinterClan culture language-y things that have developed? Does SplinterClan have their own formal code, religious practices, or regular events akin to the monthly Gatherings?

(Side note: I was going back through the comic and found another AUGH foreshadowing moment I don't believe I've seen submitted yet. The consequences 😩)

this got long so under the cut fff

This is a really interesting question! I had a thought when I was writing the scene that I should go back and read a canon warriors ceremony, but then I actively decided not to. I think my goal with Splinterclan is to make them feel a little less dictatorship-y? Like obviously if someone wanted to leave the clan it'd be allowed, and they allow anyone to join so it makes no sense to make cats pledge their lives in service - and if running away meant living better Whorl would want any of them to do that.

Also giving room for the "code" and values to grow and change as the clan does. And, while she is their leader, it's much more of a community decision what they decide to do and Whorl very rarely "pulls rank". I kind of showed/said this when Myrtle wanted the clan to wait and see if Cedarheart would come back after he was taken away - Unless Whorl could get Myrtle to agree the clan likely would've stayed where it was since she's the matriarch of the clan basically jsjs

Otherwise my cats differ from canon in that Starclan is very hands off - Only Whorlstar can contact dead cats, only at the moonstone, and only ones who have given her a life (so currently only Silverspeck). So while everyone could theoretically receive a prophecy or sign, there's a lot more faith involved with believing it bc they get no real confirmation it exists besides a leader's nine lives until after death.

I haven't shown it, but the vigil after becoming a warrior is still a thing, and I assume if there were any other significant groups of cats living around they'd try to be on good terms with them and have meetings like a gathering. Also I've had the idea that Whorlstar goes to the moonpool after every cat's death and speaks with her guide to make sure they made it safely - also something I haven't shown bc I haven't had a good prompt in clangen to use and it technically wouldn't further the story. It's nice to think about though!

Other than that they communally raise kittens as I've shown (as in every single adult in the clan is expected to help clean/feed/watch them after their weaned, not just their parents) and it's probably been easy to tell that they live in and dig tunnels under/around the rocks of their camp, though I think Windclan does that? And idk what else is different bc it has been too long since I've read official warriors content jsjsj

[7ouls]

daisuke x fem reader where they’re both super awkward and swansea is tired of them being oblivious to the way they feel for eachother that he makes both of his interns work on a project together

omg i totally loved writing this even tho i hcent written in a while so it might look weird? im really sorry its been a long time… (and its pretty short sorry abt that) also swansea is probably a bit ooc (i think u say it like that? idk) cause i have really bad memory so sorry abt that too…

this is set before the crash

No matter how many times the two interns tried to communicate it would always end up being awkward since everyone but them knew about their obvious crush on each other.

Nobody cares enough to help them realise that, except their boss Swansea.

That shortly explains how the three of them are now repeating the bases of engineering.

“So is that clear?” The older man looked at the young adults as they nodded.

“Great, i don’t have to repeat myself for once. Now to see how much you’ve understood try to fix this.”

He said taking an old radio that sat behind him and handed them the needed tools. He then proceeded to leave but not before giving a smirk to his interns that blushed as a reaction.

Daisuke was the first to speak up. “I didn’t actually understand all of it.”

Y/n giggled at the boy and he soon joined too. “Don’t worry… I barely managed to take some notes. Swansea isn’t really the best teacher…”

“But we don’t really have much of a choice”

“Right, so here. You can read some of my notes and umm… i guess start working.” She said handing him her notebook. He started quietly reading all of it as the girl got slowly closer and closer to read with him.

After a while Daisuke stopped and thanked her, then realised how close she’s gotten to him. Y/n panicking apologised as she didn’t notice the close distance between them.

He quickly straightened himself. “No need to apologise! We’re supposed to work together so that eventually would’ve happened, not that i mind anyways…” He muttered the last part.

Y/n raised an eyebrow at that but didn’t question it. “We should get the work started now.” She said as he nodded happily.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

It has been around two hours when the two finally ended their work and were now chatting.

“Sooo… would you be free after dinner tonight?” Daisuke asked nervously, Y/n blushed at the question then smiled. “I mean… there’s not much else to do so yes. Why do you ask?”

The boy grinned and answered. “Well, i’ve been meaning to ask you this for a while now. Would you like to play on my gameboy with me? We can take turns! And then we can eat all the sweets that i have and stay up all night!” He exclaimed out of breath.

Y/n was surprised to hear the boy so excited and soon replied. “Sure, we can do that. We’ll just have to make sure to be quiet or else we’ll wake the captain up.” Daisuke happily nodded as he watched the girl get up and wave at him.

When she left he let put a puff of air he didn’t know he was holding. “Holy moly. She’s like super cool!”

i took the gameboy idea from a daisuke fanfic on here but i dont remember the tag. sorry this is kinda short as i said i have to get used to weiting it’s been like 2 years since i last did it. maybe i’ll write about that sleepover soemtime!! (i swear this looked longer whem i wrote it on my diary)

[redr0sewrites]

touya and touya and……………touya and………….. being in a disgustingly healthy and fluffy relationship with him where he can let his guard down for once in his life. ofc he’s still him and he doesn’t say i love you much but his actions always were louder than his words isbsisnskssnsn

🍂 A/n: idk why the quality of the header is so ass

🍂 Cw: fluff, teensy bit of angst if u squint

🍂 dividers

being in any sort of relationship with Touya requires a lot of patience and effort, simply because he never feels adequate and is constantly vying for your attention. it takes a very long time for him to truly let his guard down, because why would someone like you, so soft and sweet, ever love someone like him?

relationships are built heavily on trust, and Touya is naturally an untrusting person. however, if you're consistently kind and accepting towards him, i think he's very much attention starved, so he'll get very attached very quickly

once he's comfortable with you, Touya is like a whole different person. he's never been good at expressing his feelings, so as you said, he doesn't say "i love you" much or flatter you with compliments, but he does your chores without you asking, he buys or steals you little trinkets, and makes sure that you never have to lift a finger to take care of yourself ever again. he truly sheds his Dabi persona for you, and is much more open and sensitive in terms of romance and intimacy

i think physical touch is very important to him in a relationship, although it will take time for him to get used to it. you'd have to initiate at first, slowly but surely giving him the grace to get used to outward displays of affection, but once he's accustomed to it he suddenly needs it just as much as food or water or air. he won't ask for it, but he'll hover at your side for no apparent reason except to brush up against you, or he'll link his pinky finger with yours and hope you get the message

sometimes Touya will just stare at you from across the room, mentally begging you to come over and cuddle him. it takes a while to learn his tells, but once you do, nonverbal communication is very prominent within your relationship. you can tell when he's stressed simply because of the way he taps a table, or when he's overstimulated just by the way his leg is jiggling.

he has a lot of guilt and mental health issues from his childhood, and working through that would definitely be some of the more difficult parts of your relationship. he doesn't see himself as worthy of you, and thinks he has no purpose outside of revenge. meanwhile you see him as Dabi but as Touya, a beautiful and sweet boy who means everything to you. it takes a lot of repetitive and gentle reassurance that, yes, you want him, no, you're not angry with him, no, you aren't going to leave him. i also think he regresses a lot when anxious or frustrated, so he can be childish during arguments due to the fact that he doesn't feel heard. he guilt trips himself a lot about it later on though, and punishes himself more than you could ever imagine.

arguments themselves are tough, because Touya has a tendency to bottle up his feelings and then lash out rather than address a problem immediately. this means that he'll snap at you randomly a month after an issue that you had no idea was bothering him, and it can be incredibly frustrating on your end. he's also a cryer, both when he's angry or frustrated and when he's sad, so sometimes he'll get so choked up when trying to explain his perspective that he kind of just? shuts down in a way? he doesn't think you'll take him seriously if he's crying, but that only makes him cry more so it's a vicious cycle.

Touya tries his best to apologize, it was never really modeled for him during his childhood so it's a bit rocky at first but over time he's a lot more vulnerable after an argument and willing to admit he was wrong. he also does not believe in grudges, especially in a relationship, so if he has an issue during or after an argument he will say it. he wants to be honest with you, even to a fault.

on a lighter note, i think that you teaching him what real love is would absolutely help him in other aspects of his life- such as with his family. having you by his side and reassuring him would definitely help him to reconnect with them, and this is especially amplified if you both live together or have a family of your own. however, he can be very protective of you around his father, to the point where you have to be like,,,, chill,,,, im not gonna leave you

i also think he'd introduce you to the league, whether you're with him during his Dabi era or postwar/rehabilitation, as they're people who he would consider to be his true family

he brags about you. Touya is absolutely proud of having you as his partner, especially in a longterm healthy relationship, and would never understand people who complain about their partners behind their backs. you often hear from your friends or family about how Touya was complimenting you, and the same way that he trusts you to never judge him, know that there is very little you can do that would ever make him judge you, even a little bit.

overall, while a relationship with Touya would take a lot of work and effort, its absolutely worth it because he not only grows as a person but he also gives you the opportunity to make mistakes and fall in love with him all over again

[evieelyzabethh]

I love so much how you write ekko and I was thinking a scenario about the parallel universe thing (ep 7)

What if ekko and reader were dating and met thanks to the firelights but then the whole thing with the hexcore happened and got teletrasported in the other universe finding out that he was dating powder instead and he never got to meet reader and maybe he see her in the street of piltover looking different and all

Idk just thinking about how he will react

Ekko knows something is off immediately. Things just feel differently in his chest. Maybe it's being pushed into a parallel universe, but he's convinced that if you were with him, it wouldn't feel so different. It feels like the same soul, but a different body. His hair is different, his clothes are different, who he's with is different. As soon as he looks over and sees that blue hair, he's on guard, even more so when he realizes the change in relationship. He's dating...Powder?

Honestly, that's how he knows he's not where he should be, because he's not with you. And he does feel a bit bad not allowing himself to appreciate what's around him more, but Ekko is very aware with give and take. The Firelights don't exist here, his community never existed, his friends, Scar, everything he poured years of his life into aren't here, but they aren't here because they weren't needed. The people of Zaun can breathe. Vi is dead, but this is the first time since they were children that he's seen Powder. Even better, the first time he's seen her, and she hasn't looked gaunt. Hextech seems to be foreign here, and shimmer doesn't even exist. It's nice, he can admit that, but it's not home.

To him, it's almost like some utopic, drug induced hallucination. His head feels heavy (definitely an after effect of messing with the Arcane), his tongue is dry, his heart is pounding in his chest as he looks around him, convinced that Powder can hear it trying to beat out of his ribcage. Despite it looking pretty, it feels like a bad trip. He stumbles out, leaving Powder to chase after him until he disappears into the now unfamiliar streets. His feet fly in front of him, only barely managing to catch him and propel him further, too dazed to notice the concerned onlookers debating on if they should offer him help.

It's strange being known. No longer known within his found family for what he's created for them, but rather who he's become with his previously dead one. Claggor grew out of his baby fat, Silco and Vander grew closer than before, Mylo grew a god-awful mustache. He's an inventor here. It's almost haunting, the idea that he could've been using his talents for lighthearted fun. The idea that there exists a place that is not in dire need of saving. The fact that there even exists a place where those he's mourned and been changed by, live happily. For a second, he wonders if this is what Jinx felt like, constantly seeing faces despite knowing they weren't there.

He's hyperventilating, back pressed against a harsh brick wall, overstimulated by the way his jacket now seems to constrict him tight and tighter, feeling like a needle is going back through the already pierced flesh of his ear. He could be convinced there are millions of tiny rocks in his shoes as the more he shakes the harder they prick into the soles of his feet. He feels like his very soul is being pricked and prodded at. He feels like he's going insane

But he feels you before he sees you. His breathing slows, the hole in his chest seems to close, his lungs seem to fall back into a rhythm. He breathes you in before he reaches for the hand you have reached out to him. You look different here, like someone who he would never meet in this body, but of course his wandering soul found his way to you. You looked warmer, you fill out your clothes more, you might be a bit taller. Its wonderous what clean air and constant access to food can do for a person.

"Are you okay?" He leaps into your arms, nearly throwing you back and certainly catching you by surprise. Unsure of what to do, you hold the unfamiliar boy, stroking his back awkwardly until he slips from under your arms. He looks familiar but in a surreal way. You can't say for sure if you've seen him physically, but he very well could be the mystery man you see in your dreams sometimes, though much firmer.

"I am now." and you really don't know how to react other than to just smile and nod your head. As he watches you disappear into the crowd, the ground beneath him finally feels solid. If anything, he's more determined than he was before to find his way back home. This place is almost saccharine, too sweet, too bright, too much. It's not his world for a reason; his world wouldn't be complete without you in it.

[autonomousroboticorganism]

Prime and Protector (TF One Sentinel Prime) pt. 2

pairing - Sentinel Prime x F!Prime!Reader

summary - Sentinel's bond with you grows stronger

warnings - might turn this into a series, idk, bear with me and my love for this guy

a/n - i enjoyed writing the first part, so have some more of my thoughts on Sentinel's relationship with Prime!You before (italics) and after (normal) becoming sparkmates (i may have forgotten to add a few things to the first one) also i am so sorry for the wait!

"Sentinel."

Sentinel lived for the sound of his name leaving your dermas. He was putty in your servos whenever you called him, always happy to do the most menial task for his pretty Prime.

"Yes, my lady?"

The advisor showed up at your door, eagerly awaiting your command, but you frowned when you saw how tired he was.

"Sentinel, have you had a break?"

"No, my lady. But I can-"

"Go, power down," you ordered, concerned about his health. "Please."

"(Name), Sentinel needs to-"

You glared at Zeta, "He. Needs. A. Break. I will fetch the reports."

Sentinel panicked at that idea, "No, no, I can handle it!"

"My sweet advisor, your pretty wings are drooping. Go power down."

He absolutely did not want to, because he would rather do something for you. He liked being useful to you, liked your praise - the 'pretty wings' comment had his fans working overtime to cool him down. But recharging? He couldn't be useful to you.

You smiled a little at his reluctance, "I'll have more for you to do once you're awake again."

He seemed content with that, and left to go recharge. You turned the other way to go and retrieve the scout's reports, but Zeta Prime's next words stopped you.

"You are too fond of Sentinel."

"And you're not fond enough," you answered, then went on your way.

~

"Sentinel."

Your sparkmate's wings fluttered up from their drooping position when you called him, his mood changing like the flip of a switch.

"Yes, sweetspark?"

You smiled at his new nickname for you, "Can I trouble you?"

"Of course, for you it's no trouble."

Even after becoming sparkmates, Sentinel retained his eagerness to please you. He was at your beck and call, still ready and willing to serve you in any way. If it made you happy, bonus points.

You smiled, "Come and look at the reports and tell me what you think."

He almost didn't believe those words, and gestured to himself, "Me?"

You laughed, "I didn't know there were two Sentinels."

Flustered, he approached you and took a look at the reports. He hadn't expected you to ask for his opinion, because even though that was technically his job the other Primes usually ignored it.

"I don't trust this one," he held up one of the recordings. "I've been there, it's not as overcrowded as this scout makes it out to be."

"Hmmm," you leaned forward. "Take care of it for me?"

"Of course, my lady."

"(Name)!" You called after him.

He chuckled, "Habit."

He returned a while later, looking weary, and you were immediately concerned.

"Sentinel-"

"No!" You snapped at your fellow Prime. "He needs rest." You turned to the advisor, "Did something go wrong?

"The scout did not send that message, my lady," he wiped some Quintesson blood off his shoulder. "I don't think we will be receiving any more communication from him."

"I should have gone myself," you led him to his berthroom.

"No, my la-(Name)," he quickly corrected when you gave him a look. "I was happy to be of service to you."

"I know, but I feel like I sent you into a trap..."

"It was," he admitted, "But I'm here, aren't I?" His wings buzzed a little, hoping for your praise. Hoping you were impressed with his ability to get out of a difficult situation.

"Indeed," you agreed. "But I do not like endangering you."

You were too worried about him to pay him a compliment! That wouldn't do. He brought you closer to him, reassuring you.

"My sword made quick work of them, sweetspark."

Your tension eased, "I suppose that is a comfort. You are very impressive with an equally impressive weapon."

He beamed, glowing under your praise.

"Now rest, Sentinel."

~

Another day out in the field, fighting the Quintessons. Their numbers seemed limitless, as more came every time you felled a few. You grew weary, separated from your Primes in different sections of the battlefield.

Your weariness disappeared when your optics picked out Sentinel in the fight, being overwhelmed.

You obliterated Quintessons in your path as you rushed to assist him. Around you, the other Primes were also weakening, but your focus was solely on your advisor.

"I don't think so."

You grabbed a Quintesson that had been about to attach itself to Sentinel's back, and you tossed it aside before shooting it.

"Thank you, my lady," Sentinel offered you a soft smile, which you returned.

You quickly intercepted another, your armour being scratched by their talon as you threw your arm in front of Sentinel's faceplates, shielding it.

"My lady!"

"Sentinel, it's just a..." You watched him completely demolish that Quintesson, chopping it into far more pieces than necessary. "...scratch."

When you returned to the tower, Sentinel was at your side with a buffer. He was exhausted, quite obviously, but he was eager to fix your "wound".

"Sentinel," you laughed. "It's nothing."

"You got that because of me," he pouted. "Let me fix it."

He was so cute, you couldn't deny him, "Okay."

The scratch in question was smoothed out within minutes, but far from making Sentinel feel silly about it, you smiled at him.

"Where would I be without my trusty caretaker, hmmm?"

His chassis puffed out with pride.

~

*My lady, what happened?!"

Sentinel's panicked voice flooded your audio receptors as two of the High Guard members carried you back into the tower, heavily wounded.

"I'm okay," you flinched. "It was just a bit rougher out there today."

Your sparkmate almost had a spark attack as he analysed your wounds. He called for the best medics, threatening them if they didn't drop what they were doing and come now. You looked so badly hurt, his wings drooped a little.

"Sentinel."

"Mhm?" He looked at you, turning his attention away from the medic.

"I'm okay."

"You are very obviously not, sweetspark," he offered you a small, weak smile despite his worry. "But you will be."

Sentinel had always been sweet toward you, but his sweetness ramped up to a thousand while you were on bedrest. He scurried around doing all your tasks, helping the other Primes AND tending to your every need and want.

"Will you slow down?" You laughed one day as he ran into your berthroom with some energon, almost toppling over.

"You need it!" He protested.

"Sentinel, I'm not going to die."

He huffed.

"Okay, I'm sorry," you chuckled, "Thank you."

He beamed, sitting on your berth and feeding you the cubes. He refused to let you eat on your own, simply because, again, he loved doing things for you.

When you were finally allowed to move around again, the blue-and-gold Cybertronian refused to let you get back to the fight. As your advisor, he couldn't exactly order you around, but as your sparkmate his concern was duly noted and followed.

"I am proud to say I killed over fifty Quintessons today, my lady," he swept into the room, looking pleased with himself. "In your honour, of course."

You smiled, "That's sweet, darling, but it's (Name) or sweetspark to you. But that's impressive, well done."

When you awarded him with a sweet kiss, Sentinel swore his legs wobbled. The praise and the kiss were too much for him, although in a very, very pleasant way.

He still offered to do some of your tasks, to take the load off you. You politely declined, noticing his increased tiredness.

"Sentinel, go recharge."

"But-"

"Recharge."

"Sweetspark~"

"Sentinel."

"...Fine."

He obeyed, but pouted the whole way to your shared berthroom. He was not happy, but hated disobeying you.

Sentinel had been obsessed with you before, but since becoming your sparkmate it had increased tenfold. You could literally say or do anything to this bot and he will take it with a smile on his face. He counts himself lucky that you're sweet to him, not sadistic or cruel like some of the other Primes could be.

"Sentinel."

"Yes?"

"Come here and let me admire your pretty wings."

His faceplates burned, but he obeyed and moved closer. They were sensitive to touch, so he shivered pleasantly when he felt your servos run along them tenderly.

"You are by far Primus's best creation."

He was at a loss for words. You, a Prime, a prestigious and elite creation of Primus, bestowed him with the ultimate compliment. Him, a bot who paled in comparison to your excellence, power, and looks.

"Sweetspark, I fear I am going to malfunction if you say that again."

You chuckled, noticing how flustered he got, "I mean it, you know."

"I disagree," he chuckled, "Primus definitely took a little more time designing you, you're the epitome of perfection my lady."

Your faceplates burned now, "Can't you just take a compliment?!"

He laughed, enjoying how his words impacted you just the way yours impacted him. He quite enjoyed knowing he had such power over you, even if it was just a little. He was content with just that little bit.

~

"Sentinel, are you drunk?"

Zeta's accusation sounded a lot like he had never been in the same predicament before, which annoyed you. Your advisor was stumbling around, a very cheerful smile on his faceplates. He looked like he had a little too much high grade, but that wasn't something to be punished for.

You'd seen Megatronus and Micronus in far worse states after consuming a little too much high grade.

"Leave him alone, Zeta," you rolled your eyes, catching your advisor before he fell faceplates-first on the floor. "There is reason to celebrate, we are close to winning this war."

Zeta opened his mouth to say something, before Sentinel giggled and teased your leader, "Yeah Zeta, lighten up."

Zeta froze, as did all the Primes in the vicinity, but you just laughed and put a hand on his chassis to steady him. He smiled drunkenly at your laugh, poking your faceplates.

"You're cute when you laugh~"

Your faceplates burned, and you led him away from the other astonished Primes. You took him to his berthroom, as he looked around in awe, like he had never been here before.

"This place is so pretty!"

It was very hard to keep a straight face whenever he spoke, and you allowed yourself to smile in amusement as you helped him lay on his berth.

He was knocked out immediately.

~

Sentinel could control himself around high grade. He had learned from past experiences that he was not to drink too much, even if you encouraged him to enjoy himself.

So he sat back and watched you Primes enjoy yourselves.

You noticed him sitting quietly, patiently, because you were - as usual - excluded from the festivities, even if not on purpose.

"You're oddly quiet," you noted, sitting down next to him.

"Someone has to be responsible here," he muttered bitterly, echoing Zeta's scolding from the last time. He looked tired; his optics were dull and his shoulders were hunched.

"You take such good care of us," you praised him, placing a servo on his shoulder. "You need to take care of yourself too."

"As if they would give me a break."

He wasn't always the cheerful advisor you saw. At times like this, the other Primes had worn him down so much that his energy levels dropped dangerously low, worrying you. They were too careless with your sparkmate, too mindless.

"Rest your optics for a moment," you told him, offering your shoulder. "I'll keep an optic on them."

At least for a little while.

He looked like he wanted to protest, but he had no energy to. He resigned himself to exhaustion, resting his helm on your shoulder and going offline for a few moments. You sighed contently, happy to take some of the load off him.

"Sentinel!"

Your sparkmate jerked back online, blinking a few times to clear his vision. He immediately stood up and responded to the call, despite your reluctance to let him go.

"Let me help you."

You found him cleaning up after the other Primes, not even hesitating to assist. He protested, but you refused to listen.

It got done faster, and you were happy to drag him back to your shared berthroom to get some much-needed rest. He tried to fight his exhaustion to spend a little more time with you, but you assured him you'd still be there when he came back online.

You were starting to notice a change in him, a spark of resentment for the other Primes, and it was worrying you despite your shared feelings on the matter.

[leo-artista]

Soooo I've been thinking about this roleswap au that I made and how Eda and Stan's backstories would change in accordance to their new setting, and here's what I have so far:

- Eda and Lilith's conflict stems from Lilith feeling like her accomplishments aren't recognized by her parents because they're always more worried about taking care of Eda (she's chronically ill, because in toh her curse is used as a metaphor for that so I thought it would be cool to include it here). And like Stan and Ford they never communicate about it, so it ends up souring their relationship

- Their fall out happens because Eda accidentally breaks Lilith's project, and Lilith assumes she sabotaged her on purpose. Then they fight and Eda decides to leave the house to get away from her sister and also her overprotective mom

- Fast forward a few years, Lilith calls for help from Eda because she was tricked by an entity she thought was her friend. They fight, Lilith goes through the portal, Eda steals her identity and spends 30 years working to bring her back, you know the drill

- So in this au I thought about making Luz and King twins, but then I had the idea of King taking Soos's place as the adopted son figure who works in the shop since it would kinda match with their canon relationship, so instead Luz and Vee are sisters here, and Vee's adopted. Idk if they would actually be related to Eda or not, maybe her and Camila are friends and she asks Eda to let her kids spend summer with her or something

Now to Stanley:

- So like. The whole "six fingered freak" stuff kinda doesn't work anymore because this is the boiling isles and everyone's weird here. I still want Ford to have six fingers because it's an iconic part of his character, but it's just seen as a normal thing in this setting so it doesn't change anything

- Ford has an afinity for all types of magic, and he wants to join the emperor's coven so he can be allowed to study and use all of them. Stanley's also good with magic, but since he doesn't pay attention at school and doesn't care enough to learn more than he has to, he's known as the "dumber twin", even if in practicality they're on the same level

- To be honest idk how the whole curse thing would go. Maybe Ford is manipulated by Bill (who takes Belo's place in this au) to curse his own brother in exchange for joining the coven because he sees potential in him? Well in any case, Stan gets cursed and attacks Filbrick while in his owl form and that's how he gets kicked out

- Maybe Soos could be King in this au, since I don't want Stan to just be all alone and I think they'd have a cute dynamic

- Mabel and Dipper end up in the boiling isles after they ditch summer camp and end up with Stanley. Dipper doesn't like him at first, but Mabel thinks he's really cool and she wants him to teach her magic (which Stanley eventually does, begrudgingly). Dipper really likes the boiling isles and wants to learn everything he can about it, so he ends up getting into Hexside (followed by Mabel who wants to learn more about the magic system so she can become the coolest witch ever)

- By this point Ford is working with the emperor and trying to catch Stanley because he thinks he can find a cure for the curse (Bill told him so, and he'd never lie to him, right?)

So that's all I have for now, if you have any comments or suggestions I'd love to hear it

[redfinnbluefinn]

Hello throwing all my thoughts on the update at the wall and under the cut.

I am not loving and yet super into how creepy Wally sounds in the /ringring audio. It’s like he’s relearning how to speak?? Like a mimic taking sound bites to create his own sentences. Very very fascinating. Like when he was “in the dark” he forgot how to speak? Or function in a way where he can communicate with us. (I literally was so freaked out when he first started speaking. His VA is PHENOMENAL.)

He also is aware that someone knows he’s been tampering with the site (ie, him saying he “got in trouble”) which is interesting. And him mentioning sending gifts, so we seem to have confirmation now he’s sending them.

And him not being present in the opening page and the image with Barnaby is very creepy and also super cool! It evokes the idea that he’s on the move. Or if not on the move, he is notably separate from the entire cast now. Locked up inside of home for how long.

Actually - if he is the cause of the ‘rot’ or mess or however theyve spoken about the website issues, then it would make sense that he was locked away inside of home if all they did was cover the ink up. (If you delete the home element on the neighborhood page, where the ink used to be is covered up by paint marks. Which is interesting as generally we only associate Wally with painting - why would he paint himself inside home? If the flowers coming in is whats hiding or locking the issues away on the website, why wouldn’t flowers be the ones locking the ink away?)

As for Julie - STRESS! IM SO STRESSED FOR HER.

The note about how she and Frank arrived at the same time and her memory problems(I have Thoughts on potentially ppl not knowing how they came to Home but that’s for another time)? And the fact that she’s obviously grappling with some sort of - idk? Identity crisis? She has a role in Home and she seems terrified at the idea of her not having this role anymore because of the failure of the flower not blooming. Also her “finally be free” sentence was worrying to say the least. Free of what? The pressure to make the flower bloom? Or something else?

Also, why does she seem so reluctant to join her family’s band? Does she not feel like she’s good enough for it? She seems confident in her own powers but with the audios we got she def puts on a mask around others. She seems very dependent on the idea of being this cheerful, unbothered individual (also, as an autistic person hits home p close).

Also also - last note maybe - does she feel so close with Frank simply because he was the first person to find her? Does she feel like she has to be this person with him so he doesn’t leave her alone? She was obviously making connections between herself and the flower waking up alone in a new place, so it would make sense that she would latch on to the first person who was nice to her. And then resulting in feeling like perhaps he’s the only one she’s truly safe with? Idk I’m just typing out loud here at this point.

There’s so much to think about with this update! Wow! I’m gonna need to ruminate for a while. If anyone wants to talk in circles about theories my dms/asks are open🫡

[honeyhotteoks]

i NEED your thoughts on priest!yunho like.... please, all my mind does is wonder about yunho using his power to bring a girl under his powerful spell... I NEED HIM BIBLICALLY

idk if you remember me but ✨anon is back !!!

oh my gosh hi ✨ anon!! i def remember you, i hope you've been well!

okay so priest!yunho is actually so dear to me i cannot even articulate it i have like sixteen different ideas and i honestly think at some point it will develop into a full fic however.............. further thoughts under the cut

priest!yunho x married!reader drabble; 1.7K words warnings: lots of angst, pining, and blasphemy, questionable use of a confessional, oral (f receiving)

note: okay so here's the thing about priest!yunho, and yunho in general, while i think he deeply has the capacity for very real dom/sub dynamics etc., when it comes to the idea of him being catholic or him being a priest in the fic, i think of him less bringing a girl under his spell and more being brought under a spell and tempted away by reader. certainly that's not an original idea, that's very fleabag-esque and i've mentioned that headcanon before, but i do think that would be very true to him. so given that...................

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Yunho is new to the parish, and he's still somewhat new to this. A young priest in his early thirties moving to a new place to fill the role of someone who was once a big fixture in the community there. He's admittedly a bit nervous, and he's trying his hardest to get this right. He's had a long and complicated past coming to the vocation, and he feels like he's finally found his path, so he wants to do things the right way.

But despite all of that...... there's you. And you're married of course, you come to church with your husband, but you smile up at him during services and ask after him in quiet moments whenever you volunteer, and there's just something about the way you move in the world that makes him want to follow. But he doesn't, because you're married and for all intents and purposes so is he.

That is until things start to change. You start to miss Sunday services more often and when you are there you seem withdrawn. Your husband no longer sits snugly beside you with an arm around you shoulders, instead you sit side by side with six inches between you. Space that seems to be growing week after week, and Yunho can't help but notice. He can't help but wonder what it is that's troubling you so and driving a wedge deeply into your marriage, and it's not his place and he shouldn't ask..... but he does.

As you leave service one day, he slips a note into your palm, pressing your hand tightly closed so no one can see it and with a pleading expression he bids you not to open it until you're alone. He doesn't know what's happening at home, he can't be sure, but he's worried and if you're unsafe the last thing he's going to do is be the cause of more pain in your life.

It's simple though - a phone number scrawled out hastily next to a note. If you ever need a friend, you have one in me.

It takes you weeks to call, but it feels finally like someone's thrown you a lifeline and you grab onto it with both hands.

It starts simply enough, truly innocent when he offers you coffee and a safe place to sit by his side in the chapel. He's an ear at first, just listening and nothing more. You confess to him how hard things have been at home, how your relationship has grown strained, more like two passive strangers than a committed husband and wife. You admit you've thought about divorce, and you know deep down your husband has been cheating on you. You've seen enough little signs and found enough evidence, and it used to hurt but now it just feels empty, and you've never said that out loud to another person except to him.

He listens and he holds your hand, and he gives you a safe place every few days to just be. And all the while he tries desperately to convince himself that the growing love he feels for you isn't romantic love at all, it isn't deep and intrinsic and as essential to him as breathing.... it's friendship. And all the while you tell yourself that the feelings you have for this man aren't real, they're a product of kind attention, validation and support you're not getting at home.

Things change when the visits turn from morning coffees to a shared glass of something stronger in the evenings. Things change when he casually admits that of course he feels attraction for people, priests aren't blind, but they've committed themselves to a different kind of life. Things change when he holds you close one night, your chest wracked with tears after a particularly nasty fight with your husband, seeking Yunho's warmth and his calm.

When you finally decide to do the unthinkable, really and truly divorce your husband, the day happens around you like a whirlwind. You serve him the papers, and he replies with the most hurtful thing he ever could - an accusation that you and the parish priest have become a little too friendly. People have seen you around town, around the church, early mornings and late nights, and all the little whispers of gossip have made it so that despite having done nothing but yearn for each other, everyone has all but confirmed an affair.

The words exchanged are cruel, and you find yourself stumbling into the confessional with more anger than you've ever felt in your life. and Yunho doesn't understand why you even want to use the booth at first, you've never expressed any real interest in the more traditional aspects of the church, but you're here and your begging him and all he can do is agree.

"Bless me father, for I have sinned," You manage through hazy tears, "I can't tell you how long it's been since my last confession, I don't know, I don't remember,"

"y/n," Yunho's voice is so soft, so tender, approaching you like someone might approach a wounded animal, "you don't have to do this,"

"Stop it, stop it!" Your fists tighten, nails pressing into your palms, "Don't be nice to me right now, I can't... I don't deserve that,"

"You always deserve kindness," He says through the slats and you hear him shift in his seat.

"Not today," You scrub a hand over your face, clearing away tracks of wet tears.

"Please," He shifts again, and you can picture him clearly, leaning towards you with that gentle expression you love so much, "talk to me, I'm here,"

"I've sinned," You clench your hands tighter, sticking to the script that was drilled into you in childhood.

"y/n," He murmurs.

"Father," You cut his words off, "you're not my friend, you're my priest. Are you going to take my confession or not?"

He's silent, so silent you fear for a moment that he's gone, and then you hear a heavy sigh, "I'm listening."

Your hands relax a little, your eyes going unfocused as you try to find the words. You came here in a blaze of anger but here, next to him, in front of him, hearing his breath through the wall, you don't know how to articulate all the feelings roiling deep in your chest.

Your soon to be ex-husband's words loop in your ears - You're a disgrace. You could have fucked anyone like a normal person, but him?

Words tumble from your lips, "I'm a liar,"

Yunho stays quiet.

"I've been lying to... everyone. To him, to my friends, myself, I've been lying to you," Your breath feels thready.

"About what?" He prompts you, "I'm listening,"

You push past it, heat filling your cheeks again, anger curling in your gut, "I've coveted,"

He hums softly, acknowledging your words.

"I left him," You take a sharp inhale, a tight sob caught in your throat.

"What?" You hear him shift again on the other side of the thin wood wall.

"I got an apartment, I found a lawyer, I figured it all out and I... I gave him the papers," You can feel the way your husband pushed you back into your chair, his tone harsh and cutting, the way he told you he'd take you for everything you were worth not the other way around.

Yunho's silent still.

"I tried to leave," You sob, "I tried to be the adult and end it easily, I tried to do the right thing, he's the one who's been cheating, he's been lying. He's been... he's not a good husband, and I... I just..."

"Shh, shh," He shushes softly through the wall, and you can practically feel the tension from him even with the wall between you as he tries to parse through your words, "breathe,"

"He knows about us," The words keep coming now, and you hear his little intake of breath but there's nothing more as you let it all come, "he knows I come here, everyone knows. Everyone. He said it's obvious, that I'm the one who's been cheating, that I... I broke our vows in the w-worst way, that it's an open secret. Everyone thinks I got b-bored, that I seduced you,"

Your heart is pounding in your ears, "And it's a rumor, it's just a rumor, but the thing is,"

You hear him shift again in the confessional next to you, the only sign he's still here.

"I do want you," You drop your head into your hands, "I've lied to you since the start, I wanted a friend, but I've wanted you too,"

"y/n," He's so quiet you almost miss it.

"And if everyone thinks what they think," You're dizzy, blood rushing in your ears, "then it's true, only I never, we never... I've ruined your life and mine and I've never even gotten to really touch you, and it's wrong, I know it's wrong, but you're all I think about. It's killing me, this is killing me, and I can't,"

The door to the confessional is suddenly open, your words dying on your lips as the equilibrium of the little room changes. He's on you in a second, dropping to his knees before you, gathering you close in his arms and his lips on yours like he's done it a thousand times before. He presses up into your space, your legs parting open as wide as the narrow walls allow to slot his body perfectly between your thighs.

You suck in a harsh breath against his lips, tears still caught in your throat, and Yunho shakes his head, his forehead leaning against yours as he breaks the kiss, "Shh," he eases you, "I've got you,"

A sick, hot thrill rolls through you, "Yunho," his name a whine on your lips.

"I'm here," He whispers it like a promise, like he's yours, not God's.

His hands push at your skirt, rucking it up higher on your hips and maneuvering your body until you're slipping forward on the confessional seat with your hips tilted up.

"My sweet girl," He groans against your lips, fingers tugging your panties roughly to the side so he can slip the pad of his thumb over your swollen clit.

It's unholy, it's debauched, it's everything you dreamt up in your deepest fantasies when you touched yourself in bed, but if your life in this little town is really over you need it to have at least been real. You need him to have been real, even once. Just once.

"God," He chokes against your mouth as his fingers sink inside you, finding your slit slick and body trembling, "oh, God,"

It sounds so different on his lips, and you stifle a moan into his neck when he hits a particularly sensitive place inside you.

"Shh," He hushes you again, pressing one more kiss to your lips before he drops lower between your thighs and hitches your legs up and over his shoulders.

His tongue finds your core and you see colors. He kisses your cunt with a desperate, hungry need and you know with perfect clarity that it wasn't all in your mind. He's wanted too, he's needed you too.

His hands are hot on your hips, your fingers knotted in his hair, and you let him consume you, completely and wholly.

You come hard on his tongue, biting down on your lip enough to draw blood to stay quiet, and you think that nothing in the world would ever feel this good if it wasn't sacred.

It couldn't.

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Landoscar College Fic (2.4k words)

Inspired by this post. It was supposed to be a little drabble but it spiraled

@complementaryhalves Hope I did it justice. It’s not really a meet-cute since they both know of each other (or maybe that counts, idk how meet-cutes work) but I tried my best lol

Oscar really needs to set a second alarm.

He’s several months into college, so you’d think he’d have figured out a good sleep schedule by then. Unfortunately, that has not happened, and Oscar wakes up to sun on his face.

“Ughhh,” he groans, rolling over and pulling his sheets up over his head. It takes him a few seconds to realize there’s no annoying beeping that usually greets him in the morning.

“Shit.” He grabs his phone from the bedside table and jolts up when he reads 8:25 on his lockscreen. “Shitshitshit.” 

He tosses his sheets to the side, the old mattress creaking loudly as he stands, rushing because his bus is literally about to leave. Why did he sign up for early classes? Why, why, why? Even his professor Mr. Webber told him it was a bad idea once he’d heard about it, but he’d insisted that it would be fine.

Right now, it’s definitely not fine though. He brushes his teeth at lightning-speed in the communal bathroom, and throws on a navy blue sweatshirt and pants, nearly forgetting his watch. He’ll get a bagel or something for breakfast at school.

Thankfully, he likes to pack his backpack the day before, so all he has to do is put it over his shoulders, rushing down the stairs and out the door into the parking lot to see… His bus rolling away down the road without him.

Oscar drops his hands down from his backpack straps to his side in defeat. He curses the ground and his stupid clock under his breath, kicking at a loose rock. What is he gonna do now?

Well, he could call Logan, ask if he can give him a ride. Or maybe Charles drove today? He glances across the parking lot, but there are around three other cars that look just like Charles’, so that won’t be very helpful.

He’s about to pull his phone out when he hears a car pull out of the lot, wheels making a grainy sound against the asphalt. Oscar quickly backs away from the middle of the road and goes back to his quiet crisis.

“Hey, you need a ride?”

Oscar looks up to see the car that had been leaving stopped in front of him. The person behind the voice is a handsome guy with dark curly hair and tan skin, sitting behind the wheel with one hand dangling out the window. There’s a small flicker of recognition in Oscar’s brain, he must have seen the boy around campus before.

The driver seems to have taken Oscar’s silence as hesitancy, starting to talk again. “I-um, I saw your bus fuck off into the distance, and I figured you could use some help. I live right over there.” He points vaguely to another one of the student campus buildings behind them.

Oscar opens his mouth to politely decline immediately, but stops himself. Does he really for certain have another way to get to school? He remembers how he knows this guy now, he’s friends with Charles. Anyone who’s friends with Charles gets an automatic thumbs up from him, but being in a car with them…

“Yeah, I could use a ride,” he finds himself saying, not totally sure the words are coming from his mouth. The curly haired guy seems equally surprised, but masks it quickly. “O-okay. Just come over to the passenger seat.”

Oscar walks out in front of the car, and opens the door. Any move to sit down is paused by the fact that there’s a football in the seat. The boy turns when Oscar opens the door, looking through his eyelashes at him, and his eyes are really blue from up close. A bit of green too- okay, stop analyzing his eyes, he tells himself.

The driver- Oscar decides to coin him Car Guy- notices Oscar’s predicament and grabs the football, promptly chucking it into the backseat and patting the now empty seat for Oscar, who sits.

He twists his body to face the back of the car. “Do you think you damaged anything with that throw?” he asks, trying to find the football amongst the clutter of the car. There’s a few random clothes, a cardboard box on the right.

“Eh, it’s fine,” Car Guy says with a wave of his hand. Oscar turns back to the front, buckling up. Car Guy notices what he’s doing and buckles up himself with a guilty smile. Oh God, Oscar’s totally going to die.

“Just college campus, I assume?” Car Guy asks, adjusting his rear-view mirror that has a car freshener and a necklace hanging from it. The necklace has a big 4 hanging by the end. 

“Yeah,” Oscar sets his backpack down between his legs, and braces when Car Guy starts to drive away. However, he actually seems like an okay driver, despite that seatbelt incident that may haunt Oscar’s nightmares. 

After a few streets, he chills out enough to get a proper look at who’s driving him. He has a Texas Bulls shirt on, a hoodie under it, and to top it all off, a green letterman jacket with the number 4 on it. Huh. 4 again. Maybe the number 4 has some kind of significance to him. 

He’s really pretty as well, especially up close. His long lashes, his freckles, his hair that looks like it's attempting to be a mullet. 

Don’t you dare fall for a jock Oscar, he tells himself. Because that’s what he has to be, right? He has a Bulls shirt, a sporty jacket, and a freaking football in the passenger seat. There’s nothing else he could be.

And he’s still terrified about a stranger driving him somewhere, pretty or not. He takes out his phone and pulls up his messages, finding his last conversation with Dad 2.0 (an inside joke the two of them have.) He frantically texts Charles, asking, ‘Is curly haired boy a serial killer??’

A moment later, he gets a response back, a lot of question marks. Oscar sighs, running his hand through his hair and trying not to let his thoughts spiral into how he may or may not be getting kidnapped.

# # #

Lando’s trying to be cool. He really is. But Oscar’s in his car. He wants to squeal and kick his feet and giggle.

He’s had a crush on the Australian-born boy for a while now, ever since he’d seen him actually. They’d just been passing by each other while walking across campus, but it felt like a world-changing event for Lando (okay, he may be overreacting just a little, but have you seen the man?!)

Once he learned that Oscar was friends with Charles, he came out to his friend as bi and proceeded to spend his entire time with Charles ranting about how pretty Oscar was, or what Oscar was wearing today, or could he get some pictures of Oscar pretty-please?

Needless to say, the Monegasque was tired of his pining fairly quickly. “I don’t understand why you do not just talk to him,” he’d said one day during their lunch break.

“I can’t just talk to him, Charles.”

“Why not?”

“Because that’s weird!”

“How? It’s just talking,” Charles had retorted, biting into his protein bar. “You can say it’s because you are both friends with me or something. There are ways.”

“Well, it- it’s complicated.” Charles raised an eyebrow. “I don’t have a good argument for that Charles, but just know that you’re wrong.”

So Lando had just watched Oscar from a distance (not in a creepy way or anything, just in an adoration way.) Until this morning, when he saw Oscar miss the bus, which was admittedly a little funny, he’d gotten the courage to ask if he wanted a ride. He hadn’t been expecting him to say yes, but he was ecstatic that he had.

Now they’re in the car together, and Lando’s tongue feels like lead whenever he attempts to make small talk. Oscar’s aggressively texting someone, and Lando has had to stop himself multiple times from looking at Oscar instead of the road.

Oscar sighs, running his hand through his swoopy hair. Now’s his chance. “Everything okay?” he asks, drumming a finger against the steering wheel as he waits behind a stop sign.

“Hmm?” Oscar looks up, raising his eyebrows, and Lando might die on the spot. “Oh, yeah, everything’s fine. I was just texting a friend. You know Charles, right?”

“Leclerc?”

“Yeah,” Oscar says, letting out a breathy laugh. “I was gonna ask him to drive back and pick me up but… Well I don’t know if you know this, but Charles likes to jog to school sometimes. I wasn’t sure if he had today or not.”

Lando barely processes what he’s said, which feels extremely rude even in his head. But Oscar’s smiling and it looks so cute, and the way his voice changes as he’s trying to stifle a laugh is addicting. “Oh, I think I’ve heard him talk about jogging to class sometimes. One time he texted me at like 6 am, I was so confused when he told me he was at school already.”

Oscar laughs again, and Lando tries to stop the butterflies growing in his stomach. “Ha, yeah, he’s like that. I think he just likes to be early.”

“I know, but 6 am??” 

“I’m not defending him!” Oscar says, throwing his hands in the air, the two of them laughing together. Lando feels joy spread through his chest, because Oscar seems more comfortable, he’s smiling and laughing and blushing and he looks so cute.

“Oh my gosh, I have this selfie of Charles he sent to me when he was on a run,” Oscar turns on his phone and started to scroll through his photos, eyebrows furrowed in determination. His hair droops down on his face, and Lando fights the urge to reach out and push it back.

After a minute or so, Oscar bursts out laughing. “Did you find it?” Lando asks. Oscar nods, shoulders shaking, and holds his phone out for Lando to see. It's perfect timing, they're stopped at a red light, so Lando turns his head to inspect the picture.

Charles has a headband and glasses on with no shirt. He must have been running when he took the picture, everything’s blurry and the background is just a mass of green and gray. The most noticeable thing is his face. He’s trying to wink, but it’s more like a squint, and his eyebrows are high up on his forehead. He looks partially like he ate something sour, and like he’s getting chased by a wild animal.

Lando snorts, and Oscar pulls the phone back. “I know right? Apparently, he took the photo and sent it to me without checking what it looked like, so now I have this treasure saved in my phone forever.”

# # #

They spend the rest of the car ride in silence, and Oscar regrets thinking Car Guy was someone scary or a jerk. He seems really sweet and funny. And he’s attractive. But that’s besides the point.

Charles had been blowing up Oscar’s phone ever since his vague text about Car Guy, most of it consisting of ‘who the hell are you with’ and ‘answer your phone, you’re freaking me out.’ Oscar replies to his flurry of messages with nvm. It's fine. I’ll explain later

“Is this a good place to drop you off?” Car Guy asks him, and Oscar’s head jolts up. He parked just a few minutes away from his first class.

“Oh yeah, this is perfect,” Oscar grabs his backpack and opens the car door. “Thanks for this,” he says, turning back.

“No problem,” Car Guy says with a smile. He’s got a little gap between his front teeth. “See you around?”

Oscar gives him a thumbs-up and steps out, walking down the winding sidewalk to Mr. Webber’s class in room 222.

Epilogue

Oscar still needed another alarm. He just kept forgetting. And now he was running late again, this time far too late to even try to catch the bus.

He sits on the parking lot curb, about to call Charles (he’d taken his car today,) when a familiar voice calls out to him.

“Dude, you really need to wake up earlier.”

Oscar gives Car Guy a withering glare. He leans back in his car in response, a look of barely concealed fear in his eyes. “Well, do you want a ride or not?” 

Oscar sighs and stands, getting in the passenger seat. “No football this time,” Car Guy says with a grin. Oscar can’t help but smile back.

This car ride is a lot less talkative than the last one, a playlist of Taylor Swift and Miley Cyrus from Car Guy’s phone playing loudly. Oscar puts on an excellent act of pretending his ears aren’t bleeding from the music.

“Thanks again,” he says once they arrive at his stop. He gets his backpack and is about to leave when Car Guy speaks up.

“Hey um, I was wondering if maybe you could repay me by going on a date? With me?”

Oscar blinks once, twice. Car Guy obviously takes this the wrong way, his face reddening. “Never mind. Just… forget I said anything.”

“No,” Oscar says. “I don’t want to forget that. I’d love to go on a date with you.”

“Really?” Car Guy says, his eyes lighting up. “Okay, here’s my number.” He reaches into his jeans pocket and pulls out a folded Sticky-Note, pressing it into Oscar’s hand. Oscar wonders if he feels the electricity when their fingers touch too.

“Uh, this is gonna sound weird,” Oscar says, rubbing the back of his neck. “But can I get your name?”

“Oh. OH. My name’s Lando.”

“Lando,” Oscar says, testing the word on his tongue. “I’m Oscar.”

“I kinda already knew that,” Lando giggles, and now it’s Oscar turn to blush. “You look cute when you blush.” His face gets a thousand times more red.

“OkIgottagoI’lltextyoubye,” he says, almost stumbling out of the car. Once Lando’s car drives away though, he allows himself a bit of a victory dance, before walking to class with a skip in his step and only one word in his mind. Lando, Lando, Lando. 

Okay I kinda hate it 😭 But I don’t really wanna work on it more, so *tosses fanfic at the Tumblr gods and runs*