#if you don’t like it then ignore my post

[amirasainz]

Maybe some jealous Lando but with a happy end? Btw, I loved your last post. 💚

Enjoy reading and send some requests!!!

-xoxo babygirl 🧡

Burning Jealousy

The silence in the car was unbearable.

Yn sat stiffly in the passenger seat, arms crossed, eyes fixed on the passing streetlights. The only sound was the low hum of the engine and the occasional flick of the turn signal. Lando’s hands gripped the steering wheel a little too tightly, his jaw clenched, his knuckles white.

It had been like this since they left dinner with their friends—since Mike had made her laugh a little too much, leaned in a little too close, and, in Lando’s eyes, given her just a little too much attention.

Lando had said nothing the entire drive. But then, just as the silence was starting to settle into something tolerable, he opened his mouth.

"He's in love with you, you know."

Yn’s fingers twitched. Her lips pressed into a thin line as she stared out of the window. She refused to acknowledge the comment.

"Yn," Lando tried again, his tone sharp. "Don't ignore me."

She exhaled through her nose, still refusing to look at him.

"I'm not ignoring you," she said, her voice dangerously even. "I just have nothing to say to that."

Lando scoffed, shaking his head. "Right. Of course. Because you don't see it."

"Because there’s nothing to see," she snapped, finally turning to glare at him. "Mike is my friend, Lando. He has been for years. You know that."

Lando let out a humorless laugh, rolling his eyes. "Yeah, and I also know the way he looks at you."

Yn clenched her fists in her lap, willing herself to stay calm. But the anger had already started to bubble over, and she knew it was too late.

"You know what? I’m done with this conversation."

She turned back to the window, refusing to give him the satisfaction of a reaction.

Lando let out an exasperated sigh, running a hand through his curls.

The road ahead was empty, the city quiet at this late hour. When they reached a red light, the car rolled to a slow stop. The tension in the air was thick enough to choke on.

And then Yn had had enough.

Without a word, she unbuckled her seatbelt and pushed open the car door.

"Yn!" Lando’s voice was sharp with shock, but she didn't stop.

She stepped out onto the pavement, reaching down to yank off her heels. The night air was cool against her skin, but her anger burned hotter.

"Yn, what the hell are you doing?"

Lando had barely processed what was happening before she was walking down the street, heels dangling from her fingers, her bare feet padding softly against the pavement.

"Yn!"

The sound of the car door slamming echoed through the quiet street. A second later, Lando was jogging after her.

"You can’t just walk away!" he called, his voice laced with frustration. "Yn, stop!"

She ignored him.

"Yn, I'm serious—come back here!"

Nothing.

Lando groaned, running a hand down his face before picking up his pace. His heart was pounding for a different reason now—protectiveness, fear, the sheer desperation to fix things before they fell apart.

He caught up to her quickly, stepping in front of her path and forcing her to stop.

"Move, Lando," she muttered, her voice ice-cold.

"Not until you talk to me."

"I don’t want to talk to you."

"Well, too bad," he shot back. "Because I’m not letting you walk barefoot down the street at night like a crazy person."

Yn huffed, crossing her arms. "Then you shouldn't have said something so stupid."

Lando’s expression softened slightly, but he didn’t move. He took a deep breath, running a hand through his hair.

"I know," he admitted. "I know it was stupid."

Yn blinked, surprised by his sudden shift in tone.

"I just—" Lando sighed, looking down at the ground for a moment before meeting her eyes again. "I love you, Yn. And sometimes, that love makes me an idiot."

She frowned, her anger flickering for just a second. "Lando—"

"No, let me finish," he interrupted, stepping closer. "I know Mike is your friend. I know you love me. But sometimes, I see the way other guys look at you, and it drives me insane."

"Lando—"

"Because I don't want to lose you," he admitted, his voice quieter now. "Because the idea of you being with someone else—of someone else making you laugh like that, making you smile like that—kills me."

Yn’s anger started to waver, just a little.

"I hate that I get jealous," Lando continued. "I hate that I let it get to me. But it's only because I love you so much, and sometimes, I don’t know how to deal with that."

Yn let out a breath, her shoulders loosening slightly.

"You're an idiot," she muttered.

Lando let out a small chuckle. "Yeah, I know."

She sighed, shaking her head. "I love you, Lando. But you have to trust me. You have to trust that I love you and only you."

"I do," he said quickly. "I do trust you. It's him I don’t trust."

Yn rolled her eyes. "Mike has never tried anything, and he never will. You have to let this go."

Lando hesitated before nodding. "Okay."

"Okay?" she echoed.

"Okay," he repeated, reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. "I'm sorry. Really."

Yn let out a small sigh. "You're lucky I love you."

Lando grinned, his dimples appearing. "I really am."

Before she could say anything else, he bent down and, without warning, scooped her up into his arms.

"Lando!" she squeaked, wrapping her arms around his neck on instinct.

"You're not walking back barefoot," he said simply. "Even if you are mad at me."

Yn huffed but didn’t argue. She rested her head against his shoulder as he carried her back to the car.

When he finally set her down, she looked up at him, her expression softer now.

"You're an idiot," she murmured again.

Lando smirked. "Yeah, but I’m your idiot."

She rolled her eyes, but before she could say anything, he leaned in, pressing a soft, lingering kiss against her lips.

And just like that, the fight was forgotten.

The love, however, remained.

[lesbiansforrosemary]

more liab fanart ? (@ssreeder) last chapter was so good IM SO NERVOUS FOR THE NEXT ONE AHHH

[commonplacejournals]

I LOVE THE WAY IT FEELS TO BE A HATER

Finally, after months of ignoring this website, I'm posting the essay/fun-thing I did on Substack where I talked about the benefits of hating things, and how the only way to be a true lover is to be, in fact, a hater.

Today, I celebrate the novels I love by shit-talking the novels I hated. It’s not at all as counterintuitive as it sounds—one must know what one abhors to best understand what one adores. I don’t think it’s possible to be a good reader without having a little bit of haterism in your heart. You have to be able to say what upsets you, what you find distasteful and tasteless; without a rubric or a personal palate of your own, you risk being easily influenced, subject to hype and liable to suck up anything.

Me, I’m picky. I like what I like and what I don’t like I put down. 2024 has been a year of disappointments, books that fell flat in twenty pages or less. It’s also been a year of surprising finds, and I’m sure that if I wasted my time with books that displeased me, I wouldn’t have been able to orient my compass towards better written pastures.

And if you'd like to support my haterism and/or want to help keep me and my family housed while I work on the second draft on ON SUNDAYS, SHE PICKED FLOWERS consider supporting this work on Patreon.

[tonysbed]

Secrets I keep | Part 14

Lando Norris x sister!reader

Max Fewtrell x norris!reader

Daniel Ricardo x Norris!reader

summary: You and Max have been dancing around your feelings for years but jealousy gets the best of us all..

not proofread

series masterlist | previous | next

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yn

liked by carlossainz, landonorris, danielriccardo and 839.547 others

yn an idiot, fav people, and visiting my private chef 🦋

*tagged maxfewtrell, landonorris, carlossainz*

maxfewtrell Can you stop posting these horrible pictures of me?😭

yn why would I do that?

maxfewtrell cause you like me?

yn HAHAHAHA

maxfewtrell 😐

carlossainz private chef, sure hermosa.

yn you love me

carlossainz sure, whatever you say

yn ☹️☹️

lando carlos.

carlossainz yes, yes I love you.

yn 😊😊

user isn’t yn’s boyfriend a bit weirded out that she’s always hanging around Fewtrell?

user why would he? He’s lando’s best friend and has his own gf

user do you know their lore? Everyone thought they were dating when they were younger. HE LITERALLY KISSED HER HEAD ALL THE TIME

user oh. yeah but still, maybe they see each other as siblings. Lando also does that w her

user hm..

alexandrasaintmleux 🤍

user I love the norris duo + carlos dynamic

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“You wanna tell us what happened now, or are we gonna sit in silence?” Kelly said, raising an eyebrow. Alexandra nods “Yeah? Did he say anything? Do we have to ask one of the boys to run him over?” You laugh “No Alex, please don’t run him over”

“Alright, then spill” She claps in her hands. You just blush and look down “Oh my god, you did it” “She did what?” Kelly asked confused “It” Alex says, making a ‘catch up’ face.

“Oh, Oh!” Kelly’s eyes widened “That’s good, right?” You hide your face in your hands “How was it?” Alex teased “Alexxxx” You whine “Just a yes or no, then I’ll leave you alone” She chuckled “Yeah” You say quietly, still hiding your face “Then that’s great”

“Yes, I agree. As long as you’re happy, this is amazing” Kelly smiles and so does Alex. Alex looks behind you and her smile falls “Why is he here again?” You turn around and see Daniel, Lando and Max walking towards you. Max looks like he’d be happier if he was in a pool full of piranhas while Lando talks enthusiastically with Daniel.

Before Max can sit next to you, Daniel pulls out the chair and sits down. You try to scoot away unnoticeable. Lando sits next to Daniel, making Max sit away the farthest from you.

Alex and Kelly give you a look, which you return. Daniel finally turns to the three of you “Hello lady’s” “Daniel” Kelly is the only one who acknowledged him, while you and alex set up fake smiles.

You feel max’s eyes on you and you look at him, feeling yourself relax just a tiny bit. You give him a little smile that he returns.

“So? How’s it going?” Daniel asks in the round “Good.” Alexandra answers with a sharpness that he didn’t miss. Kelly nods along and Daniel’s eyes land on you “Great. Me and my boyfriend have been spending quite some time together, actually” You smile.

Lando shoots you a look that you ignore “How about you Daniel? Anything interesting happened since you’re unemployed?” The sharpness in your voice was obvious too.

“Yn.” Lando hisses “What? It’s just a question?” You shrug “He asked, I answered and asked the same question. It’s fine.” Before you could respond, two shadows appeared next to you “Hey guys.”

Oscar says, lily waving into the round “Could I steal the girls?” Lily asked, making the three of you get up. You wave to Lando and wink at Max, who’s cheeks turn light pink.

After the four of you left, Oscar looks at max “Could I borrow max? I wanted to talk to him about something and Mom wanted to see him” Lando nods unsure. Max gets up and walks away with oscar.

When they’re out of ear reach for Lando and Daniel, Oscar sighs “You okay?” Max nods “Yeah, why?” “Daniel is being a dick and sits next to your girlfriend.” Max head snaps to Oscar “What?”

“I’m not stupid, and neither is lily. We probably figured it out before you two did. Which wasn’t that hard tho.” Oscar shrugs “Come on. Let’s meet the others.”

-

As Oscar and Max round the corner to the Ferrari hospitality, Kelly, Alexandra and charles, lily and nicole, max and kelly and you sit there. You sit up once you see Max, but keep it down. Lily had obviously told you three the same thing.

Max sat down next to you “Rescue mission accomplished” Lily laughed and high fives oscar.

“Rescue mission? You two are crazy” You chuckle “You looked absolutely miserable over there, what else were we supposed to do?” Lily shrugged.

“I have no idea, Thank you tho” You smile at her, which she returns. You see max fidget with his fingers. You lean a bit closer, lowering your voice only for him to hear “Everything okay?” He smiles at you “I’m okay.”

You raise an eyebrow, not believing a word he’s saying. But before you can interrogate him any further, someone is calling your name. It’s Lando.

He’s coming towards you and the group, without Daniel. He stops and waves into the group “I need my sister for a moment” “Can’t that wait?” “No” “I’ll tell them either way afterwards, so spill.” “You don’t want me to do that.”

“Lando.” “No, really.” He gives you a look. You sigh and get up “I’ll be right back”

-

“So what is it?” You ask him once he pulled you into a quiet corner “What was that earlier? Did you ask them to get you two away?” “No. We talked and then sat down with oscar’s mom and with Max. It had nothing to do with you.” “I’m not talking about me”

“Neither Daniel.” “I don’t believe you. I mean, I talked to him. I don’t think he means any harm anymore” You raise your eyebrows “Lando, he hates max and doesn’t want us together. That was his goal all along.”

“No he didn’t mean it” “Lando, he’s in love with me.” “Yeah but he isn’t gonna harm your and max’s relationship” “You’re so gullible, Lando.” You clench your jaw and walk away from him, tears welling up in your eyes.

You walk with quick steps back to the group. Alex sits up as soon as she sees you “Hey? What’s wrong?” Her face scrunched into concern. Max’s head snaps to you and he also sits up.

You don’t say anything and grab your purse and jacket. Before you can stop it, one tear rolls down your cheek and Max is up in an instant “Hey, hey what’s wrong” One hand comes to rest on your back.

A sob escaped you and Max immediately wraps you into his embrace. His hand cradles your head. Max gets up “Let’s go into my drivers room, nobody needs to meddle” Max walks with you in his arms after max.

He opened the door to his drivers room but steps aside to let you two in. Max nods thankful and max closed the door after you two and leaves back to the group.

-

Once you calmed down, Max held you hands in his hands “What happened?” “He’s believing Daniel” You sniff “Oh baby” His thumb gently caressed your cheek “What did Daniel say?” “I’m not sure. But he believes that Daniel means no harm”

Max laughs “Sure, and i’m driving for redbull” He scoffs but his gaze softens once it lands back on you. “If there is one thing I learned in the last few weeks, then that we can’t care what others think. Look what it almost cost us. It’s just us against them.” He says with a warm smile.

You nod “His support is great, but we don’t need his approval or anything else to work. Okay?” “Okay” He wipes away the remaining dampness on your cheeks and presses a kiss to your temple, his arms once again pulling you into his chest.

-

yn added to their story

[cap1: 10/10 sleep quality,would recommend arm pillow | cap2: 💐❤️]

alexandrasaintmleux: Did you fall asleep during the race?😂

yn after that cry session, yes 😂

alexandrasaintmleux on a serious note, don’t let it get to you. It’s not worth stressing over 🤍

yn I know, we talked about it 🤍🤍

franciscagomez cutie 😂❤️

yn 😘❤️

user still soft launch 🫠

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f1gossip

f1gossip Yn norris has been spotted around the redbull hospitality yesterday. Fans have spotted her watching the race from there with Max Verstappen’s Girlfriend, Kelly Piquet and Max Fewtrell, who is her brothers best friend. Is once again trouble between the norris duo?

user with Max? First they rip each other’s heads off and now they’re going against Lando? Sounds fake to me.

user she got nothing better to do than break up friendships of her brother??

user maybe she just watched with Kelly and max didn’t wanna be alone?

user oh please, he stayed alone in LN’s garage countless of times

user hear me out, what if they’re actually soft launching each other?

user let’s get you back to bed grandma

-

-

“Be honest, am I being dramatic?” You look at Kelly, who shakes her head “Why would you be dramatic for expressing how you feel. Not to mention that Daniel does not like Max. He stated that multiple times. And you’re brother is someone who easily switches sides.” She sighs.

“Just focus on you and Max, then no one can destroy what you have. Be there for each other. Trust me, once the internet gets wind of this? You’re gonna need each other” Sophie, Max’s mother chimed in as she held her grandchild.

P was laying asleep, sprawled out on your lap. You sigh “I know. It’s probably the most scary thing. But if we don’t tell soon, what If daniel does it ? What if he convinces Lando to do it? At this point, I wouldn’t put anything like that past him”

“If you two are sure about each other, no one else matters” Sophie says softly, giving you a warm smile. You nod “Have you called your mom about this? Or your dad?” Kelly asked “No, why would I?”

“So they’ll talk to him. It’s getting ridiculous” Another voice chimed into the conversation. You all turn your head to look at Max, who just entered the room.

He quickly kissed Kelly, smiled at P’s sleeping form and goes to hug his mom, gently placing a kiss on the small child’s head in her arms.

“I know. But they don’t have to be involved in our drama” “They’ll get wind of it either way. The media is fast.” Kelly shrugs “I know, I know” You sigh. They were right. Daniel was gonna try to ruin everything. He had taken the person who was against him, on his side. That was a disadvantage and a heartbreak.

It was time to really talk things through with Max..

-

You open the door to your apartment, hearing max move around in the kitchen.

“Max? I’m home!” You yell as you take off your shoes. Footsteps make your way to you and Max smiles “Hey you, how was it at Kelly’s?” “Eye opening” You sigh and sling your arms around his neck.

“Really? How?” He hums and pecks your lips “I think we should talk” “Sounds serious” “I think it is” He nods in understanding and leads you to the living room.

You both sit down on the couch, his hand resting behind you on the couch.

“What do you want to talk about?” “Us” You say fidgeting. What you didn’t know is, that Daniel may or may not have set a little lie into Max’s head, then even he wasn’t free of insecurities.

His insecurity? Franco colapinto. Something Lando had overshared once when he was drunk to Daniel. Something the Aussie had recently used, making a pit form in Max’s stomach now…

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Like I said, we’re only getting started people.. 👀 I specifically left out some of the scenes you’ll be getting soon, that will paint the whole picture 🤭

The whole franco thing might not make sense now, but trust me its there (I haven’t mentioned it beforehand tho🤭)

[beardedjoel]

💗🎉💗CONGRATULATIONS ON YOUR MILESTONE!💗🎉💗

I’m so happy for you! I found you through Closer, and I couldn’t be happier about it. You’re an amazing writer and such a lovely person!

I’m wondering… what about one of these?🌹the prompt number 1. I love your writing and I cannot stop myself from asking. Perhaps with Joel, or Frankie, or Pero…I’m not picky, I’ll be happy with whatever the inspiration leads you.

Alsooooo… Is it too much if I add a little bit of 💌? I’m curious about your writing process. How do you do it? Is it linear, or do you jump around, and later “paste it”?

wym, you're so sweet and i love sharing this space with you my friend 😘 thank you for sending in this prompt and allowing me to do something special with it. thanks for your patience as i have been painstakingly slow with making my way through this backlog of requests! i'll answer your thoughtful writing question at the very bottom of the post after the one shot, if that's alright!

axel and ember — joel x f!reader

request: "overwhelmed, but happy crying during sex". sent in as part of my 5k celebration! i decided to use this one for something very personal to me. as someone who has dealt with vaginismus, this was challenging to write the last few days but it felt like the right direction for me to go in with this prompt. in no way does this describe the experience every person with vaginismus has (nor 100% true to mine), and it is a lot of hard work to help your body and mind learn to work with the sexual obstacles that come with it. i simplified things for the purpose of this story but still found it really gratifying to write so much from personal experience and feelings that i have dealt with. i highly encourage anyone who has not heard of vaginismus to do a little research as it's something that many, many women deal with in silence or is ignored as much of women's sexual health is. happy reading 💓

wc: 2.9k

warnings: 18+ MDNI, reader has vaginismus, unprotected piv

“Maybe… maybe it just doesn’t fit.”

You’d said the words, exasperated after trying for the third time that week.

“I don’t think that’s how that works, darlin’,” Joel teases the words playfully, his hair hanging down into his face as he holds himself perched above you. His smile brusquely fades when he sees that you’re genuinely upset. Some days, it hadn’t been that big of a deal, you’d been able to shrug off the frustration. Today, however, you felt frayed and emotional, pissed off that your body couldn’t just behave like a normal body should. It’s infuriating, living in a body that won’t cooperate with your mind, seeing others do with ease what you never could. What you could only have as a fantasy. 

“Hey, it’s alright.” He leans down, kissing you softly before moving from where he’d been stationed on top of you to lay at your side.

Another dream of finally having sex with your boyfriend tonight slipped away in an instant. 

“What if I try the dilators again?” you ask desperately, meeting Joel’s gaze. His warm eyes look back at yours with empathy, and he shrugs.

“If y’want. But maybe you should jus’ rest. We already had our fun, yeah?”

He’d gotten you off, you’d gotten him off. Fingers and tongues and mouths, which admittedly were great, but you craved to know what more of him felt like, more than just the one, sometimes two fingers you could handle without soon wincing in discomfort.

You wanted him inside of you, wanted your bodies joined in the way that you were so cruelly being denied by the universe.

“N-no, you’re right. It was fun.” You flash him a somewhat forced smile, grateful for his patience and love when he wraps his arms around you. Joel had been such a constant with you, so wonderful, and that only made it hurt more that you couldn’t give him this. He’d never pressured you, never made you feel at fault these last five months you’d been dating. In some ways, it had brought you closer, not being able to rush into sex, but it didn’t mean that he’d stick around forever if it meant he couldn’t get the one thing you know men always want.

“We’re gonna get it one of these days,” he reassures you, stroking your hair. “You’re workin’ hard at your sessions and here at home. Don’t tell you enough that I think it’s great, seein’ you tryin’ all of that. But don’t do it for me, okay? Do it ‘cause it’s what you want.”

You stare at him for a moment, dumbfounded. You were of course doing all of this work for yourself, so that you could freely enjoy something that should come so naturally to your body. Yet you knew that deep down the pressure was mounting, wanting to give Joel the sexual satisfaction you assumed he craved, something that your hands and mouth couldn’t give him. It was putting up a block between you and your sexuality, making each interaction that much more strained and distressing. You’re surprised Joel caught on to all of that when you’d been trying to put on a brave face for him. 

“I - I know,” you concede with a sigh. “I’m afraid sometimes. That I’ll never be enough without this piece of me.”

Joel’s deep set brow furrows further, looking hurt - for you or for himself, you can’t quite tell. His lips set into a firm line before they part, readying to speak. “I think you’re pretty damn amazing the way that y’are. I want that for us, ‘course I do. But I’d rather jus’ have you, whatever, however you are.”

“You would?” you ask sentimentally, your eyes stinging with unshed tears. You laugh slightly, wiping under your eyes, knowing your question is ridiculous but still needing that extra validation that he’s sure. That he’s okay continuing to try this with you, even if it never results in anything. 

“Yes, silly. Why do you think I’ve kept you around all this time?” 

“‘Cause I find us all the good TV shows to watch?”

He laughs, his burly chest shaking with it. “Quit bein’ a pest, I’m tryin’ to be serious with you,” he quips back, trying and failing to hold back his chuckle.

“I know. I know what you’re saying, Joel. I -“ You swallow, your face falling, pulled back into the seriousness of the moment. “I appreciate you. So, so much.” You reach and wrap your arms tightly around him. You relish in the feeling of being close to him, your naked bodies melding together, the heater-like quality of Joel always comforting to you. 

“You’re all the good in this relationship, baby.”

“Who’s being a pest now?” You flick his chest, sending the both of you into a fit of laughter again, giddy at the late hour and the tax of this evening leaving you emotionally spent.

The voice deep inside your mind taunts you as you slowly listen to Joel falling asleep next to you, his breath falling to a rhythmic pattern interlaced with tiny, endearing snores. You hold back tears that come in the dark, feeling so small and alone in this moment, knowing that despite his reassurances, he could never truly understand how this feels for you.

The next few weeks go by with much of the same - you’re busy with life, work, friends, and going to your physical therapy sessions. It was awkward at first all those months ago, laying there bare underneath the sheet while a woman practically had half her hand inside of you, but you got used to it, even started to look forward to hearing about her life and her kids. 

You and Joel try a few more times to no avail, your body once seeming to have a breakthrough before promptly making you inhale sharply in pain, shaking your head dejectedly. 

You try to let it go, let all of it go. Learn that life doesn’t surround this, it simply can’t if you don’t want this pressure, this hole in your heart that you think you need to fill, to eat you alive. This cannot mean that you’re broken, that nobody could want to be with someone born with their factory settings just a little bit off. 

You see it on Joel’s face and in his demeanor, proudly taking note of the change within you. You start to pounce on him every chance you get, fueled by trying to feed this new, insatiable mental freedom you’ve allowed yourself. If you couldn’t have the sex you were dreaming of just yet, you figured that in the meantime you may as well make the sex you are having something new to dream about.

Joel, as predicted, is highly receptive to your new outlook, hands and lips all over you more often than not the second you step through his door to spend the night with him. You find yourself laughing with him when you’re being intimate instead of focusing on that pit in your stomach that worries if this time could finally be the time. You’ve done away with taking it far too seriously to even enjoy when your gracious boyfriend is buried between your legs like it’s his favorite thing. Now, you can appreciate all of it for what it is - a way to connect with Joel, to share something special and fun and sexy together.

You lie in bed with Joel this evening, cackling as you two take turns narrating excerpts from a friend’s most recent read in the romance department that she’d lent you. For inspiration, she’d teased, saying it might help your mind and body become more open to connecting with one another on the topic of sex. You’d taken it with a grain of salt but now it was the evening's top entertainment. You had to admit that she had a point - it did feel nice to read about characters that were so sexually open that anything seemed possible for them.

“The people in these books are unreal,” you manage to get out through your laughter, wiping the stream of tears that coats your cheeks. Joel wipes at the corners of his own eyes, still chuckling.

“Wouldn’t mind givin’ some of these a try one of these days, bet you’d be sexy flipped upside down or whatever the hell they were doin’,” Joel says, propped up on his elbow, his handsome eyes smoldering in your direction. The implication that many of the acts the fictional couple are doing involves things that your body hasn’t been cooperating enough to even go near makes you stiffen for a moment. Maybe a month ago, the comment would have wrecked you, sent you spiraling or feeling self conscious about this perceived insufficiency of yours, but now you let it slide right off your back.

You scrunch your nose at him, letting it fall into a sly smile as he flicks his eyes over you in appreciation. “Shush,” you tease. “We need to find out what happens next to… whatever their names are.” This had all been in good fun, and their names seemed secondary to the juicy details of their sex lives. 

“Axel and Ember.” Joel cuts in, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

You deadpan. “Right… Someone has been paying attention.”

“Go on, then…” Joel insists with sass, his hand motioning expectantly to the open book in your lap. You smirk before focusing on the page and continuing where you left off. You two read until both of your eyelids get heavy, the words muttered slower and slower, your bodies buzzing hotly with arousal from the content yet far too tired to do anything to make a move on the other person. 

“Tomorrow,” Joel utters in your ear just as you’re moving into that cozy, floaty, drifting sensation before it all goes black. “Tomorrow I’m gonna Axel your ass into oblivion.”

You’re awoken by a kiss, feather light upon your lips. Your lids flutter open to see Joel, his scruffy beard and unbearably cute bed head up close and personal with you. It’s barely light out, the room bathed in the pale blue glow that comes right before dawn. Your skimpy camisole strap has slid off your shoulder, the entire thing askew and leaving one of your tits bared to him. Joel’s eyes seem to be glued there before flicking back and forth between your now perky nipple and your face. His lips close around it, gently sucking, and you writhe, your body turning towards his.

“You’re so fuckin’ sexy,” he mutters against your hot skin, breath ghosting over your sensitive nipple. You shudder, your skin prickling with anticipation, the space between your thighs desperately empty. Going to bed so unsatisfied seemed to have done a number on the both of you as you’re now acutely aware Joel pressing up against you, his cock already hard and leaking.

“Joel…” you whine, hips bucking towards him.

He dives in, his lips devouring yours, shifting his body to straddle yours, grasping the sides of your face in his hands. His tongue laps into your mouth and you arch your back into the way his hips start to grind into yours, burning desire low in your belly. You’re already so damn wet from his teasing, more than you’ve ever been, built up longing spilling over from last night.

“I… want to try right now,” you finally manage to gasp out as his lips separate from yours for a brief second. He pauses, looking down at you, his heavy lidded eyes sincere as they dance over your features.

“You sure? It’s okay if we jus’ -”

“No. I’m sure,” you tell him. “I feel so good. I want to feel good with you.” Your fingers dig into his bare back, urging him on.

He only nods, his throat bobbing as he swallows. He places gentler kisses on your lips before moving to your neck, then down your body until he reaches the waistband of your sleep shorts. Tugging those down along with your panties, he moves with certainty and care, adoring your soft skin in every place along the way. 

He touches a gentle finger to your slit, so sensitive and swollen now, and you suck in a breath.

“Holy shit. God damn, baby,” he muses with awe, fire burning in his dark eyes.

You chuckle shakily, feeling your cheeks flush as you avert your eyes shyly. “I - I know. I need you.”

“Can practically feel her puslin’,” he growls, licking his lips, desire clouding his mind.

Your cheeks only grow hotter at his dirty words, pulling your lip between your teeth. “Taking a page from Axel’s book, I see,” you tease him breathily.

“Nah. This is all Joel Miller, baby,” he replies just as he uses his whole hand to cup your slick cunt, the both of you groaning quietly. Joel starts to shimmy his briefs down, leaving him completely stripped underneath the covers with you. You wait for him to climb back on top of you, carefully removing your top and taking you in.

“Perfect.” He smiles, and you wrap your legs around his waist, a silent signal that you’re ready. Joel reaches between your bodies, bringing his cock to your cunt, lazily moving it through the folds until he’s coated in your arousal, each stroke making your hips buck, your need climbing to an unbearable level.

“Please…” you whine, feeling the emptiness inside of you, craving that full sensation you’ve been romanticizing time and time again in your mind.

“I got you, baby. No matter what. I’m right here, ‘kay?” You feel him line himself up, trying to manage your expectations as you nod for him, swallowing down your nerves. Even if it doesn’t work this time, it’ll be okay, you’ll be oka -

The tip of his cock pushes past your entrance, and you gasp, eyes going wide. You both pause, staring at each other in an optimistic, full silence, breathing heavily.

You nod again, mouth agape. “More…” you whisper softly, taking a deep breath, trying to relax your body.

Joel smiles, pressing his hips into you the tiniest bit more. He still slides in with ease, the smallest pinch subsiding when he takes a beat, then pushes a little more, repeating the process a few times. You feel the stretch, the slight burn as your body adjusts, your mind racing at the miracle that’s occurring, barely even able to register it right now.

“Oh my god,” you mutter, starting to shake. Joel leans down to kiss you, a comforting move, but it only pushes his cock in another bit, making you gasp softly at the fullness.

To your shock, when he pulls back the sensation begins to near something pleasurable. “Sorry,” he quickly spits out, his concerned stare meeting yours.

“No. It’s good. A-again. Do that again.” You start to smile in earnest, a toothy grin that you can’t help but feel spread across your face. 

“What… this?” he asks coyly, more overt with the thrust inwards as he pulls his lips into yours. He buries his face in your neck, breathing you in and kissing the sensitive skin there. “You’re so wet, so fuckin’ tight, baby. You feel incredible.”

You shudder underneath him, moaning softly as his words travel right to your core, burning with a new kind of eagerness you’ve never felt before. “You feel so good,” you echo back to him as you pant.

Joel starts to move, testing the waters with slow, steady movements. You keep breathing, terrified that any minute the ball will drop or this will have been a dream or some cruel trick your body is playing on you. But the sporadic bursts of discomfort subside with each new roll of Joel’s hips, blooming into something pleasurable and sweet, pulling up from deep inside of you.

Emotion bubbles to the surface before you can even tame it, your eyes brimming with tears when Joel bottoms out inside of you, pulling back and pushing in to the hilt again. It feels good, amazing even, to be so full of him, to celebrate this victory, even if only for today.

“Shit. Sweetheart, you’re okay, right? Are you hurting?” Joel freezes when he sees your watery eyes, every muscle coiled stiffly, his face screwed up in fear.

You shake your head, fighting the urge to sob, but Joel’s faithful, genuine concern puts you over the edge. Tears spill, rolling down your cheeks in profound little streaks, every bit of your frustration and pain and anger from the last half of a year pouring out into this beautiful display of pure joy.

“I swear, I’m happy, I’m happy,” you cry out, immediately cradled in Joel’s arms.

“Good,” Joel breathes out in relief. “You’re happy, I’m the happiest fuckin’ guy in the world.”

His words make the tears flow faster, but you start to laugh amidst it all “Stop making me cry harder!” you chastise him, hugging him tightly around the neck. 

“Joel…” you say after a long, tender embrace, the two of you soaking it in. His cock still throbs inside of you, reminding you of the pleasure you’d started to chase moments ago, lost to the emotion of the moment.

“Hm?” he asks, pulling his head from where it had been buried in the crook of your to look at you.

“Please fuck me now.”

He grins, the movement lighting up his entire face with a lusty glow before he eagerly crashes his lips with yours again. When you see his eyes again, you swear they’re a shade darker, his cheeks tinged with the color of desire. Low and gravelly, he finally speaks. 

“Grab your god damned vibrator, sweetheart.”

to answer your 💌 my writing process is a little all over the place! i used to write mostly linearly, that was what worked for me and i kind of thought of everything in order. but lately i have been doing a bit more doc hopping when i get stuck. maybe writing a later scene that i have ideas for and feel like it's more fleshed out or going back and polishing older paragraphs and such. i definitely am not a big outliner and plotter, which i'd like to get better about! but mostly everything just lives in my head and gets blobbed onto the doc once i have time to write it, which sometimes leaves things forgotten hehe

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[mega-banette]

you know what. if we’re imagining Fox as being 17-19 then offering her french toast was actually a genius move on the Bizzies’ part. because from experience the number 1 way to get a teenager to trust you is to give them free food

[nieceeee]

Just For Tonight

PS: What happens when your mortal enemy shows up at your doorstep battered and bruised?

Pairing: spiderman!gojo x black!reader

WC: 1.4k

A/N: Something that was just in my head and I wanted to get it out. Not sure if I like it but I had writer's block and I needed to post something.

Tonight had been a success. 

You were just about to pull the skin tight black suit from your tired body, the leather feeling like a second skin as you gently remove it from your body. As the warm materiel comes off your skin, the cool night air hitting your bare skin. It's been a long night-- your latest heist went off without a hitch. The robbery was perfect, a clean getaway with your new favorite possession. A clear cut diamond necklace. You slipped in and out of the shadows like you always do, leaving only chaos in your wake. 

The adrenaline still buzzes through your veins, but now, there’s nothing left to do but let the rush wear off. A nice glass of wine, a warm bubble bath and your faux fur blanket is calling your name. Curling up in your bed and forgetting about the outside world was all you wanted to do for the rest of the night. After your shower, you slip into a black lace two piece set and make your way towards your bedroom. Wine glass in hand, hair tied back and skin moisturized, you walk back towards your bedroom. But just as you begin to hang the suit up, the soft sound of knocking interrupts my stride. Three taps against your front door. 

You freeze. 

Who the hell knows where I am? You think to yourself. You are for sure that you slipped out without a trace from the heist. Your heart beats a little faster, a slow pulsing warning trickling down your spine. 

There was only one person that could’ve potentially knew you location but… “That's not possible..” He wasn’t even around. Three. Little Knocks and a deep vibrato calls through from the other side of the door as you press your ear to it. “Kitty.” it speaks breathlessly. You gasp.

Gojo Satoru.

Spider-man.

You’ve faced him more times than you would ever care to admit, crossing paths in alleys and on rooftops. His mask hiding that arrogant smirk while you throw all your skill and wit at him. And he always beats you. Always. It’s absolutely infuriating—because you know what’s beneath that mask, you know the real Gojo. The real Satoru. He’s never just the hero, the do-gooder Spider-Man. 

He’s always something more, something... dangerous.

He’s the man who’s spent more time in your thoughts than you care to admit. But tonight? Something’s off. You’re not sure what it is, but the knock—three solid raps on the door—feels too urgent. Too desperate.

You try to ignore it. Pretend like you didn't hear it. But your instincts won't let you. His heavy presence sitting on the other side, waiting patiently. The air was heavy with uncertainty and pain. Do not open this fucking door. You reprimand yourself. You don’t owe him anything. He’s your enemy. Your rival. You don’t have to deal with him. 

But again, the knock comes. Three more taps, more frantic this time. Something inside of you shifts. Maybe it’s the way it feels like he’s not just knocking for the hell of it—maybe it’s the way it sounds like he’s reaching out for something, or someone, in a way that makes your gut twist.

You move before you can think it through, your hand already turning the doorknob before you even realize what you’re doing. You swing the door open, and there he is. Your Spider-Man. But not the confident, invincible hero you’re used to seeing.

His normally spiky white hair is matted down with blood, a trail of crimson streaking down his face, mixing with the dirt and grime from the streets. His iconic suit—the one that’s almost always perfect—is torn, shredded in places, as if he’s been through hell. His mask is gone, revealing a face twisted in pain, lips parted with shallow breaths.

He stumbles forward as the door swings open, barely managing to keep himself upright, and you catch a glimpse of the raw vulnerability in his eyes before he speaks. 

"I didn’t know where else to go."

You should be angry. You should slam the door in his face, tell him to go crawl back to whatever hero group he’s part of and leave you out of it. You should remind yourself that you’ve spent years as Black Cat, battling against him, using your every ounce of skill to outsmart him, outmaneuver him, to get ahead.

But instead, you’re frozen. 

You stare at him for a moment, processing the sight of Spider-Man broken, desperate for help, standing on your doorstep. The man who’s always made you feel inferior, who’s always been one step ahead, now crumbling in front of you as though you’re his last hope.

Your thoughts clash. You can’t help him. You shouldn’t help him. He’s your enemy. You know his secret identity, and he knows yours. Every time you’ve crossed paths, it’s been a battle of wits, a dangerous dance, one that always ends in defeat for you. You’re Black Cat. He’s Spider-Man. The line is drawn in blood.

But there’s something in his eyes that makes the usual anger and frustration dissolve into something... softer. Maybe it’s the way his shoulders are slumped, or the weakness in his voice. The vulnerability that you’d never thought he had. He takes a hesitant step forward, and you can’t help but instinctively step aside, making way for him to enter. You hate yourself for it. You shouldn’t do this.

He stumbles past you, falling to one knee as soon as he’s inside, his breath ragged and shallow. You watch him, heart racing for reasons you can’t understand.

“Shit, Gojo,” you mutter, your voice catching in your throat as you kneel beside him, almost against your will. “What happened to you?”

“I—” He hisses through gritted teeth, clearly struggling to stay conscious. “I didn’t... I didn’t think I’d make it. Thought it was the end this time. They got to me... some of the others—" He winces, his hand instinctively clutching at his side where a deep gash bleeds through his suit. 

You feel a sharp pang in your chest, but you push it down.

“Stop talking, Gojo.” You grab his arm, helping him upright, guiding him toward the couch. “You’re bleeding all over my floor.”

He laughs weakly, eyes glazed with pain. “You’re not exactly a hero, pretty kitty. You’re not supposed to care.”

The words cut deeper than you expect, because they’re right. You shouldn’t care. You shouldn’t be helping him. You should be pushing him out the door and leaving him to fend for himself. And yet, here you are. Tending to him like he’s not the person who’s ruined your plans for years.

You pull his torn suit away from his wound, your hands brushing his skin with surprising tenderness as you assess the injury. “Who did this to you?” you ask, your voice low, cold. “Tell me, so I can make them pay.”

He lets out a ragged breath, eyes flickering with confusion. “Awe kitty. Sounds like you’re really starting to like me.”

You don’t look up, focusing on the wound as you start applying pressure to stop the bleeding. “I don’t. I’m going to kill them for making sure you come here and bleed out on my couch.”

His chuckle is weak, but there’s something behind it, a thread of something you can’t name. It feels too intimate. Too... real.

For a long moment, the two of you sit in silence, the only sounds the faint rustling of fabric, the steady drip of blood onto your carpet, and the quiet, rhythmic breaths coming from his chest. You work in silence, knowing that every second you spend here is a second you’re walking a thin line—between enemy and ally, between Black Cat and Spider-Man. The distance between you, the walls you’ve built over the years, feels like it’s dissolving as you stare at him, seeing the man behind the mask in a way you never have before. It’s complicated. Dangerous. And yet, you can’t seem to make yourself walk away.

You should hate him. But... you don’t.

Instead, you just finish what you’re doing, your fingers trembling ever so slightly as you secure the bandages around his torso, your breath catching when your skin touches his. “Thanks,” he says, his voice strained but grateful. You don’t respond right away. You just... breathe. “You’re welcome,” you finally murmur, and the weight of that phrase settles between you, leaving the question hanging in the air: What happens now?

But for now, it’s enough to simply exist in this strange space between hero and villain.

Just for tonight.

[lemotmo]

Ryan gave same answer to buddie question he is been giving from the moment bi buck was canon. He didn’t say in same words like Eddie is straight and buck Eddie are brothers but he did say the same in so many words like friendship between straight and queer characters is an important storyline and that’s priority than anything else

I always try to ignore interviews especially Ryan’s answers to buddie questions as what they think is not important and what the show is trying to show is important. But at this point I am not really sure if I should trust the show as Ryan is the one playing Eddie and his answer at this point of time is same and not even vague like let’s see where the script goes or I am ok with what ever the story takes. Just don’t know what to expect at this point

To be clear I am not saying Ryan is homophonic or anything, he seems like a kind person who treats everyone equally and with respect. But with all his answers in interviews, I get a feeling like he is not so much comfortable with playing a gay character (for what ever reason I don’t know and I don’t question or judge people choices as it doesn’t harm any real people).

If Eddie is still straight by 8.14 or 15, I don’t have much hope

Nonny, all do respect, but I have to ask this:

Why did you bring this to my blog? You must have seen my enthusiasm about Ryan's latest interview and how it has only strenghtened my conviction that Buddie is going canon. So why would you post this here when you already know what I'm going to tell you?

I also don't understand your reaction here. I've been in this fandom for years now and I've never been more confident that it's going canon than now. Before season 7 I never even thought Buddie would get a fighting chance.

What did you expect Ryan to say in this interview? 8b hasn't aired yet, so he can't disclose any of the upcoming storylines. He was always going to rehash some of his earlier answers from previous interviews, because what else could he possibly answer?

The inevitable Buddie question came and -once again- he had to find a way to answer it without spoiling anything. What could he possibly have said? He can't just come out and say that Buddie is going canon at this point, because it hasn't happened yet.

So he said the only thing he could say, the message that no matter who you are and who you love in life, it's important to support each other. Which is a beautiful message in itself.

He isn't saying anything else than Oliver did in his pre-biBuck days. It's the same 'trying to talk about it, but not allowed to say anything' kind of thing. 🤷‍♀️

And what about the question where Ryan was asked what advice he would give Eddie? His answer was so telling. It hinted at Eddie not being straight in such a profound way. That was basically the only thing he could say when it comes to Eddie's sexuality storyline.

The man's hands were and are tied. They have been for a long time. And no, he isn't afraid to play a gay man. How do I know this? Because he has actually played a gay man before in another project. He also talked about, on multiple times, the fact that he would be all for Buddie if the story would go there. Those are not the words of a man who doesn't want to play a gay man.

If he really wouldn't want to play a gay man, he would just state it out loud. He would say something like 'Yeah, the Buddie thing is a really fun thing. Oliver and me joke about it, but it isn't going to happen. Eddie is very straight and he will never be interested in Buck like that.' BAM! Just like that he would make it clear to everyone that he isn't willing to play that part and it isn't happening.

Now, if you want an example of an interview by someone who really doesn't want to play a gay character, but had no other choice because it was the only job he could get? Look no further and Google one of Lou Fjr's unhinged interviews where he talks about how he doesn't think it's always appropriate for two characters to make out on screen, but that rule only seems to apply to male/male relationships. He never seemed to have any issues with making out with women on screen before. 🙄

But anyway, let's not get distracted here by talking about that man and let's get back onto the subject of Ryan's interview.

I know that I probably won't be able to change your mind on this Nonny and I'm not even going to attempt it, because in all honesty? I'm tired of all the nay-saying and the inevitable spiral of fear that happens every single time when something happens in this fandom.

I don't know what you want? I've been in so many fandoms, shipping ships that NEVER became canon even though they should have. There was always subtext of course, but that's where it ended. The rest of the story we (the fandom) had to build up from scratch.

For Buddie though--

This isn't just about subtext anymore Nonny. This is fullblown TEXT! It's all there in the show, in the PR, in the interviews, in social media, in Family Fued and Jeopardy! What more could you possibly want?

If you don't believe it by now? There is nothing I can say or do to convince you, so you will just have to wait and see as the episodes air.

Tell you what though--

I predict that we will find out about Eddie's sexuality sometime before or at the very last in episode 8x15. Bold statement, I know. But I feel very confident about this. Oh and Buck? I'm willing to bet that all of his spiraling will finally lead to him realising he is in love with Eddie and this will be shown to us even sooner than Eddie's coming out.

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Now excuse me while I go bask in the glory of the impending promise that is Buddie canon. 😏

[deadhands69]

Cute When You Stutter

loser!Shigaraki x gn/afab Reader

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The photos you posted with Shigaraki were pretty popular among your friends, most of whom were absolutely surprised at the news of you having a boyfriend (especially the people who recognized him from the news.) Among the notifications you received, one message from an old friend stands out:

you’re bringing him to my party tonight, right?

Honestly, you forgot about the party until now. It’s too late to bail though, you've said you'd be there multiple times by now. 

Back to your screen, there are already five likes on the comment and a handful of responses all indicating they want to meet your new guy.

I don’t know, you respond, he’s probably busy

Thinking that will end the conversation, you go about your day.

Checking your phone a few hours later, you find that your comment only sparked more discussion from people who your ex has already gotten to. Statements like he’d leave you alone at a valentine’s party and i heard this was fake flood your screen.

A fleeting thought tells you to drop it. Go on with your life and ignore anyone who questions you. None of it needs to be their business. 

Given that that’s not gone well for you with anything to do with your ex, you abandon that sort of thinking and push further. You’ll have to bring Shigaraki by eventually if you’re continuing this, might as well rip off the bandaid and get it over with today. 

You pause at Tomura’s door, remembering that the last time you saw him he was running from your room after cumming in his pants. Please don’t be more awkward than usual you repeat to yourself. Knocking briefly, you enter unceremoniously. He abandons his game, pulling the cat ear headset onto his neck. This is a massive departure from his usual response of grumbling at you for invading his privacy.

Cutting straight to the point, you ask if he’ll continue the dating charade in person. Noting that you’ll absolutely make it worth his while.

“All this for that guy?” he asks, wrinkling his nose at the thought.

“No! Not really? It’s just,” your voice is shaking in frustration, “I know he’ll tell everyone and I don’t want my friends to pity me or be weird about it.” 

“So, it’s not even about him. It’s about your old friends.”

“Exactly,” your voice sounds as desperate as you feel and you know he can sense that, “you don’t even have to stay for very long. And I’ll-”

“Yeah, I’ll do it,” he says so casually that you’re not sure he fully understands what he agreed to.

“Thank you!” you exclaim, “it’s tonight. Leave at 8?”

“Okay,” he pulls his headset back on and returns to his game. As you leave, you barely hear him mumble under his breath, “if they still listen to what he says, I think you deserve better friends. No one here would ever do that.” 

Stumbling out the door of your bedroom, you realize with the amount of effort you put into looking presentable, you’re running slightly late. Shigaraki is waiting for you in the living room, having cleaned up surprisingly well. His hair is freshly washed, clothes clean, and whatever soap/deodorant combo he used smells amazing. For a moment, you forget why the two of you are going to this party together in the first place and begin to actually look forward to the evening. Giddy, even. You take a moment to remind yourself that this is the same guy who awkwardly huffs your laundry detergent because it smells like you, plays dating sims on full volume, and gets hard if you so much as glance in his direction. There’s no need to be nervous.

When you arrive, the party is already packed. Having expected a more quiet evening with maybe a few games or conversations, you’re a bit shocked to walk in and immediately see your ex trying to chug champagne from a beer bong.

“I should have warned you he’d be here,” one of your friends ushers the two of you into another room. “It’s just, you get it,” she pleads.

No, you don’t get it but you’ll keep the peace.

“Yeah, whatever,” you grumble, pouring sweet sparkling wine from a sticky bottle into two plastic cups. 

“Cheers!” you say, sloshing your drink into Tomura’s. Even in a room full of people you know, you find yourself preferring to spend time with him. You have to admit he’s growing on you.

After an hour of small talk and dragging around your awkward arm candy, Shigaraki excuses himself to find a restroom. Now’s as good a time as any to refill your cup for what you're guessing is either the fourth or seventh time so you head to the kitchen. Your asshole ex misses absolutely no time in cornering you.

“You look nice tonight,” he says, arms caging you into the counter. Without a verbal response, you glare at him before ducking under his arm and walking away, champagne bottle in hand. He yells after you, “come on, that guy? He probably fucks his fist every night crying over you.”

You know he does, the two of you share a wall. And it’s cute, that’s part of why you like him. Wait…what? You’ll come back to that thought later. Heading to find Tomura in a rush, you collide with him in the hallway. Maybe it’s the dizzying amount of drinks you’ve already had but he looks so kissable. And you did say you’d make tonight worth his while.

Pulling him into the nearest door you see, you find yourself in the bathroom. Perfect. 

He still has the deer in the headlights look on his face as you lock the door behind you. You set the bottle of champagne on the counter, pressing him into the corner between the door and wall. He whimpers at your touch.

Dragging your lips over his, you whisper “I thought you’d be used to me by now.” You kiss him slowly, drawing it out. He hums as you lightly suck his bottom lip between your teeth. “I mean, it’s not the first time I’ve touched you.” His mouth cracks open, letting you slide your tongue over his. “And I know what you do every night, the walls are thin. I hear it when you moan my name.”

He blushes at the thought, wanting to be ashamed but he can't. Not with the way your sweet lips linger on his.

Your hand trails down the front of his thin shirt, past the hem, and to his growing erection. Tracing the outline of him, you reach to unbutton his pants.  Hand hovering over the zipper, you glance back at his face. He’s practically crying at your touch.

“P-please,” he quietly pleads.

It’s the furthest you’ve ever been with him and he hasn’t cum instantly and run away which is progress. Unzipping his pants and pulling the length of him out of his underwear, it’s prettier than you expected. He’s rock hard already, grinding himself into your hand. You wrap your fingers around his dick, stroking him slowly while you resume kissing him. Your mouth moves over his jaw and down his neck as he throws his head back, panting. His hands are fists at his side, trying hard not to touch anything.

“Fuck,” he whines, breathlessly. You suck his neck harder, bringing your free hand to massage his tip. 

Immediately, he throws his clenched hands around your shoulders. He groans, covering your hands in pearly white that drips between your fingers. You hum in amusement. How many times have you made him cum without ever getting to see it? He whimpers in overstimulation as you run your hands over him a few more times to get the last few drops out.

Crimson eyes follow you through the room as you move to wash your hands. 

“I- uhm, thanks,” he mumbles, struggling to pull his pants over his still hard dick. You smirk at him, while making yourself presentable again.

“Awe, fuck,” you mutter to your phone. In the four minutes you were in here with him, all hell seems to have broken loose outside. The few texts from your friends make you cringe.

your ex is out here

hes sad

you should give him another chance! he says hes really sorry

hes hotter than your new boyfriend anyways

“Ugghhh,” you grumble, taking a massive swig off the champagne bottle you nearly forgot on the bathroom counter. They know he cheated on you and they know how you felt about it, yet you're still having to deal with this.

“What, what’s going on?” Tomura asks, tailing you as you shove open the door and stumble into the hallway. You’re not really sure why, but you show him your phone.

“Oh,” he mouths, eyebrows raised. “Do you want to go?” he asks tentatively as you chug what’s left of the champagne.

As you enter the living room, one of your friends approaches, begging you to talk to him. Through double vision, you watch as your ex’s girlfriend rushes out the door, crying. She doesn’t deserve this, you decide, and neither do you. You sway slightly as you turn to Tomura who’s standing awkwardly by your side. 

And, the rest of the night is black. 

You don’t remember anything after that.

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[utilitycaster]

A couple things before I do this as I said I would here

I’ve decided it’s more effective in the long term to bring up a handful of people than everyone who’s ever been obnoxious, mostly to maintain ongoing leverage, ie, maybe if people leave me alone they can get away with their lower-key shitty behavior, and if people don’t, then they won’t.

Do not harass nor send hate to the people I've mentioned; take the high ground. Blocking, vagueing and openly going “what the fuck is wrong with that guy (gn)” however is chill, but I won’t be taking anons personally that are pile-ons on these people because that is not the point of this exercise.

Similarly I just delete anon hate or post it if I have a funny enough response for it but it won’t elicit this kind of thing for various reasons I don’t care to get into right now.

If my good opinion is important to you, really, the quickest way to lose it is to treat me expressing my own opinions on my blog as a personal attack on you. I wasn’t specifically judging you until you decided I was; now, I will ruin your day or week and I won’t feel sorry.

Now, I’m going to be honest. The reason I haven’t done this earlier despite the shit I and many others have waded through all campaign is that the vast majority of people who engage in harassment, hate, or “how dare you exist and have opinions that aren’t mine, don’t you know the world revolves around me” will then immediately make a post like this, such as the loser who led to this: (rest below the cut)

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To be clear I do hope they get whatever presumably important medical procedure this is and I too am in opposition to transphobia on an active political level, however, if you take your own shit out on me, a random woman on the internet, I will continue to fight for what I believe to be your fundamental human rights like gender expression and healthcare but there is no right you have that prevents me from calling you a stupid thin-skinned loser and that I feel sorry for anyone who has the misfortune to love you as I suspect you’re incapable of truly returning it, and also your blorbo still sucks. This has been: if you attempt to treat me even slightly like your punching bag, I punch back.

With that in mind let’s go to the people I’m talking about today. If you're not into this, skip the cut.

I think it goes without saying that warrior/inrecovery was an embarrassing blight on this fandom and imo/dna shippers’ steadfast laxity in taking out the trash is yet another reason why this ship ain’t it chief. I’m posting all of the aliases under which they attacked me and others, but they flamed out during the Laudna addiction metaphor and hopefully got help, though as you can see their blog for the past like, decade, is them attacking people over femslash ships, so idk if it’s gonna stick, pals. Anyway, they have a distinctive style so hopefully if they ever rear their ugly head again I’ll be able to get and post an IP address. I did have some suspicions about Tulsa OK but they are not sufficiently founded. Anyway: you can also find them under tlb/wc (they use that one to make death threats); thatguy/10592; clearcowboy/angel; screechingalpha/nightmare; and holysoul/enthusiast, all of which are still up and have the evidence as of posting

Honorable mention to the person who called me a hypocrite for checks notes liking callowmoore more than Imo/dna (series of asks from November 11th, 2023 in which they harassed not just me but many people who had simply interacted with my posts). I have my suspicions as to who it was [noted tar pit from Westphalia, Germany absintheheartbeat, who I also think sent this Dorym ask] but as I have no proof that’s really all there is. While we’re talking about generic tar pits disconnectedkat is a discourse blog that is just generally a piece of shit and is one of those people who clutches pearls about HOW DARE YOU TRY TO WIN AT FANDOM WITH LEFTIST CAUSES ignoring the big elephant in the room of “countless C3 fans lecturing incompetently about this being a revolutionary anticolonialist narrative and how we’re just status quo loving conservatives and then crying when we point out that they are being shitty in real life.” If you are one of those people reading this and finding yourself getting huffy, do take a look at the people mentioned throughout this and ask yourself: are you okay with them? Because if so, then your issue isn’t “it’s mean to call people stupid and attack them on a moral basis”; your issue is “it’s mean to call me stupid”, and you are part of the problem, and, moreover, I am in your walls.

Theshepardshuffle deactivated but I do want to point them out here just to note that I have in fact suffered more than Job and been more steadfast than any US Marine at the hands of imo/dna shippers for the sin of saying “this ship isn’t very good.” I’d also want to point out that they are why I started checking on people I’ve blocked. See, this is a side blog, so if you block me I cannot interact with you, but I can still see you, and our buddy shep joined tumblr, blocked me, and then posted discourse about me constantly not realizing I could literally see it (and to be clear. I know people I have blocked can see this. I hope they do.)

Anyway, the main event: let’s talk about noted racist idiot hecate astralley/wright (main blog bone/heat), to my knowledge a white American cultural Christian, seen here (archive link if they delete it) mocking someone who found Bells Hells’ behavior justifyingly reminiscent of a conquering colonialist army as their family experienced, and horrifying for it (note: this mention is made with everypigeondeserveslove’s knowledge and permission; they are well aware of this bullshit). Hecate decided it was a good time to be a truly unfeeling piece of shit about this in the service of checks notes convincing people that Bells Hells was an anticolonialist narrative. They did, to be fair, just start reading Wretched of the Earth, so they do know who they’re talking over. I mean about. They also accused me of, when I pointed out this article’s discussion of history and whether it was written by the victors, Godwin’s law, which is not really what that means (saying ‘this phrase has its origins in a lot of hateful groups who used it to evade their responsibility in historical events, and also even if history is written by the victors, that doesn’t mean every alternate viewpoint is automatically wrong’ is simply factual), then turned around and claimed, in a truly stunningly insolent case of putting words in someone’s mouths, that criticism of Imogen and Laudna on the basis of their unkind actions was akin to calling them degenerates (archive)to the point that people were confused. This is an ongoing pattern with that circle; you’ll see it with cringefae/compilation too of just. Making shit up. 

What you need to know about them is in the end they’re mostly just a hypocrite and a loser. They’re really into 9/11 jokes, which to be clear I’m not personally squeamish about, but I also don’t go around screaming about how cruel the fandom is to Aeor, a city that is entirely pretend, while joking about real-life civilian deaths. Absolutely terminal case of caring more about pretend people than real ones. As for the idiot part, interesting to claim at one point that Orym would be saved by the Wild Mother and should, and this is a direct quote from someone who, again, is only now reading the first book listed the “Notable Theoreticians And Theories” list on the Postcolonialism wikipedia page, that he should “read theory” and then claim to have Gotten It From Hearthdell after spending much of the intervening time, as discussed, arguing for the deaths of the gods. In fact, I recommend looking back through their blog in depth for a combination of tiktok-brained politics, an utter lack of empathy, and Consistently Getting It Wrong And Lying And Pretending They Didn’t. 

Second person is cringefae/compilation. When they’re not throwing tantrums interspersed with gifs of the pink My Little Pony, or throwing different tantrums about Kipperlily Copperkettle, or throwing different tantrums about Essek and Verin Thelyss existing within the narrative, you can find them throwing tantrums about how everyone but them is a bigot, often in the main tag. This has been commented on by the general fandom, and it is notable that even others in their circle often won’t touch their vent posts (also many of said posts directly attack others in their circle, which is funny to me). Now I’ll just keep it very basic: I think what’s going on is that cringefae does not think they are a very good person, deep down, but is trying to project an image of being a very good person, and so they have decided that people in the fandom, of which I was public enemy number one before they seemingly discovered the native text block function, are the Real Bad People, and don’t seem to have the ability to process. Now the thing about cringefae is that if you dislike a character OR like but would enjoy them experiencing some fictional horrors and that character is not Essek Thelyss; the Briarwoods; a character I personally like such as Fjord when they are on the warpath (they actually seem to personally really like Fjord and I think high key hate that I like him because they have basically no consistent identity other than contrarianism; they do not seem to like anything, really, other than possibly the pink My Little Pony); or a white cis straight man that they do not headcanon as not that, then they will call you a bigot. Now: you may notice, with a quick perusal of their blog, that they believe Ludinus Da’leth to be a racist who started a race war, which would imply Essek Thelyss is nonwhite, but they have definitely argued against this as well, and recently argued both in favor of Ludinus having a redemption arc and also that they don’t believe in zero-effort redemption arcs, because again, there is zero logical coherence other than attacking people they don’t like for whatever reason. I don’t even have links; just scroll down their blog for a few minutes and you’ll get the vibe (bad). They too have a tendency to make up a guy and get mad at that guy (and have to clarify they're just making shit up in the notes); possibly to assume the worst of the fandom in order to feel better about themself. And whereas I think astralley/wright might know deep down they're attacking real people to defend pretend people and hoping no one will notice and call them on it, cringefae seems to be genuinely too stupid to understand the concept of "it can be interesting for a story to be tragic." They also tend to frequently insult the positions of people in their circle and conflate everything they don't like into one person; again, horse-immorality (deactivated) was one of the loudest "bor'dor is a dog" people and cringefae liked them and now is like IT'S SUPER RACIST TO SAY BOR'DOR WAS A DOG because again, it's not about any position, it's just about finding some arbitrary scapegoat and attacking them so that you can feel righteous, and in doing so, they become a cesspit of a person.

I think the kindest thing you could say about cringefae is that in their incoherence it all kind of cancels out, and absolutely no one really seems to take them seriously. They seem entirely unaware of the concept of crying wolf and how maybe if you say that a woman who checks notes happens to openly prefer the canon art of Jester, Yasha, and Imogen to fan redesigns, canon art that was checks notes designed by women and checks notes drawn by women is a “soft MRA” you might be wildly irresponsible in your accusations to the point of eroding an ability in the fandom to actually point out misogynistic views (also, hanging out with astrall/eywright does kind of fuck your image as caring about the oppressed). It’s accusations as a tool against the people they’ve decided are The Bad Ones. And really that’s the thing. I know we’re all online here, this is explicitly my fandom sideblog and I try to keep it light on politics not because they’re not vitally important but because I do see Tumblr largely as an escape and not as a news source, but I would bet good money this is someone who doesn’t like, do anything other than post. Anyway, just kind of a stream of nonstop constantly shifting incoherent bile worth a block. One of those cases where you're like "have people...just put up with this person in their fandom spaces forever? why? don't fandoms deserve to not have a missing stair like this?"

[skzdust]

You Love It When I'm Bringing You Hell

SMUT. MINORS DNI.

To the person who inspired this: hope you like xx

Hope the rest of you like too ;) This is a sequel to I Want You To Want For Me

Title from "Complex" by Xana.

Summary: You and Minho have another day where you're entirely his.

Pairing: Lee Know x Reader

Includes: free use, shower sex, kitchen sex, fingering, clit stimulation, chef Minho, riding, begging, EDGING, sharpies teehee

Word count: 1.5k

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You tested the shower with your hand, feeling how hot it was. You were satisfied with the scorching temperature, so you got in, closing your eyes and letting yourself relax.

Your shower was your favorite part of your morning routine. You loved feeling clean to start off the day, and the hot water felt so nice.

Your eyes flew open as the bathroom door opened. You peeked past the curtain. “Hello?”

“Hi, baby.” Minho was standing there, taking off his shirt. Your eyes went wide as you saw his chest.

“Joining me?”

“Yeah.” He looked at you, his smile falling. “You’re mine today, remember?”

You had, in fact, remembered. You’d been counting down to it, in fact.

“Yeah.”

“I’ll be right there.” He waved at you, and you got back into the water, trying for about two seconds to breathe and ignore the sensations rushing to your pussy at the thought of what was about to happen. But then Minho stepped into the shower, his cock already hard, and you threw that idea out the window.

You met his eyes, and he put a hand behind your head, stroking the hair behind your ear for a second. His face was tender, and you were almost fooled for a second that he wasn’t going to rail you within an inch of your life.

Minho’s hand slid down, behind your neck, and he pulled you into a kiss. You moaned softly, opening your mouth so he could lick into it.

His other hand moved to your waist, then started to trail further down until he was gently circling your clit.

“Ugh, Minho.” You moaned. “Need more.”

“The way I see it, I get to set the pace.” He said with a snicker. “And you’re gonna be patient for now.”

He continued to kiss you, his hand tangling in your hair, pulling at it harder until your moans had grown from soft to desperate. “Minho…”

“Calm down.” He murmured. “Be a good girl for me and be patient.”

Your body was growing hotter and hotter, and it got even worse as he pushed a finger inside you. You felt so tightly coiled that perhaps just the right motion from Minho would have you coming. You hoped it would, you hoped he’d send you over the edge, holding you close and continuing to kiss you. You’d moan into his mouth as you came, and he’d stroke your hair, and—

He pulled his fingers out of you, smirking. “You were close, weren’t you?”

“Shut up and let me cum!” You whined.

“Ah-ah, that’s not what an obedient slut says.” He licked his fingers off, then held them up to the water to wash your remaining juices off. “A good girl doesn’t talk back.”

“I—”

“No.” He said firmly. “No. You don’t disagree with me.” He stepped out of the shower, and you were worried for a second he was genuinely mad. You bit your lip.

“I’m gonna leave a sharpie here. Put a tally above your left hip.” He said, and you could hear the smile in his voice.

“What’s that for?”

“The amount of times you’ve been edged today.”

You shivered, despite the heat of the water.

—

You were sitting in the living room, reading your book, when an amazing smell began to waft out of the kitchen.

“Minho, what are you making?”

“Come in here!”

You walked into the other room, smiling as you saw your chef of a boyfriend stirring something on the stove. “Ooh, what’s that?”

“Pasta recipe of my own invention. Can you do some dishes for me real quick?”

“Yeah, of course.” You rolled up your sleeves and went to the sink, noting a few bowls that had already been stacked in it.

A few minutes later, you heard the burner click off, and the clink of metal as Minho moved the pot.

“Is it ready?” You looked over at him.

“It just has to sit for a second.” He smiled. “So we should do something for a second.”

You knew exactly what Minho wanted. “You know, I think I should try to get these dishes done.”

He shrugged. “Fine by me.”

You returned to the sink, but soon there were arms encircling your waist, and Minho was kissing up your neck. “Just because you want to do dishes doesn’t mean I can’t have some fun.”

You sighed as he bit a hickey into the soft skin of your shoulder. “Fuck, Minho.”

He continued to tease you for a little longer before you could feel his cock at your entrance. “Please.”

“Please what?” He teased.

“Please fuck me.” You whispered.

“Oh, well, we wouldn’t want the food getting cold, and the dishes seem to be done.” You could feel him pull back, and hear the zipper of his fly.

“I hate you.” You groaned.

“No, you don’t. Come on, lets’ have lunch!”

You rolled your eyes, but joined him at the table.

“By the way,” he said as he set down your bowl, “put a tally for that one. I know it’s not quite edging, but close enough, right?”

—

“Minho!” You called into the other room. “Help me pick the movie, I don’t know what to watch.”

He walked in, holding a bowl of popcorn. “It’s your night to pick, I can’t help you.”

“Yes, you literally can.”

“No, I literally can’t.” He laid down next to you, propping the popcorn between you.

“Please?”

“Just put something on, baby.”

You sighed and picked something from your watchlist that looked vaguely interesting, some fantasy art heist thing.

As the opening credits started, you snuck a glance at Minho. He looked alert, like he was waiting for something.

You reached for the popcorn, and suddenly he was on top of you, his knees on either side of your hips.

He reached for the hem of your shirt, pulling it up to reveal the two tally marks on your left hip: one from the shower, one from the kitchen. “This is too few.” He mused.

“No, actually, I think it’s too many, don’t I deserve to come?” You raised your eyebrows.

“And that is exactly why you don’t deserve to come.” He smirked. “Someone hasn’t learned anything.”

He got off of you, laying down on his back where he’d been before. “Ride me.”

You didn’t have to be told twice. You hurried to pull your skirt up, and you hadn’t bothered with underwear all day. Minho unzipped his pants, but left you to do the rest. Your hands shook as you pulled them and his boxers down.

He was hard, as he had been all night. You sank down on his cock with a loud moan. “Fuck.”

“Yeah, that’s a good slut.” He breathed. “So tight around me, fuck.”

You began to move up and down, fucking yourself on his cock. He reached so deep inside you, you whined and moaned with each movement.

“Feel good?” He asked, reaching over to touch your thigh.

“Yes.” You panted.

“Good, tell me when you’re close.”

You continued to ride him, and he continued to comment.

“Good little slut.”

“Pretty thing, keep going for me.”

“So fucking tight for me.”

You were so into it you were on the edge before you knew it. “Minho, I’m going to come.”

“Stop.” He said, and you paused where you were.

“What?”

He looked at you like it was obvious. “You’re not allowed to come.”

“Aw, please?”

He laughed. “You’ll have to beg better than that if you really want it.”

“Please.” You whimpered. “Please, Minho, can I cum? Please? I’ll do anything.”

“Anything?”

“Anything.”

He considered for a moment. “Hm, fine, I’ll let you come if you can edge yourself five times.”

“Five?”

He nodded. “Anything, right?”

You whined. “Fine, five times.”

By two, your knees were dead, so Minho flipped you over and began to fuck into you himself, biting your neck and shoulders as he went. You moaned and shivered under his attentions, pushing your hips up into him. “Jesus, Minho, more…”

He made a tally himself on your hip every time you lost an orgasm. It felt like an eternity, but you got up to five, making seven total.

“Please, can I cum now?” You begged, shaking under the duress of being edged five times.

“Yes, you’ve been so good for me.” He leaned down to kiss your forehead, and you smiled.

“Thank you, Minho.”

“‘Course, baby.”

He fucked you even harder than he had before, his hand coming down to play with your clit.

Your orgasm hit quickly, washing over you like a tide. You moaned and writhed on the bed, and it felt like fireworks were going off all through you.

You fell limp. “So good.”

He kissed you gently, still inside you. “Beautiful girl. I’m glad you feel good.”

You felt him draw a mark on your right hip, and then he pulled back and kept going. “Now, we’re going to see if we can get those numbers to match.”

You moaned as he began to fuck you again.

[tonycries]

Ask your questions, [REDACTED], but remember - not all answers set you free.

How do you make your text/ titles gradient?

Patorjk’s Text Color Fader!! My life-saver frfr, I just use the steps of the tutorial provided here <3 However, this unfortunately can’t be done on mobile 😔

Where do you find the manga panels for your headers?

I usually find the panels and/ or titles on mangacap account on Twitter (eg. HornetPills, FAKKU, and lewdxvisuals). Most of my headers are from → “Lady K & The Sick Man”, “Infiltration! Agent on the Edge”, and “Hachisuka’s Family Kotoribako.”

How do you make your headers?

On Canva! I did a tutorial for getting that colorful ombré look right here <3

Where do you make your memes/ get those silly reaction pics?

I make all my memes on imgflip, and the unhinged pics - including the infamous werewolf ones - are mainly from Pinterest and stan Twitter. 

What fandoms do you write for/ have you written for?

Currently, only JJK - but if you checkout my first masterlist you'll see that I have written for a lil' bit of AOT and Haikyuu.

What is your posting schedule?

9:30PM - 10PM EST on Wednesdays and Sundays for my fics; and you’ll usually catch me answering asks from 1:30PM onwards and 11:30PM onwards the rest of those days. Tiny reminder though that I don’t answer asks on days I post my writing and for 24 hours beforehand (ya girl will be busy typing away something diabolical 😩.)

Why did you miss a posting day?

I try very, very hard not too n’ I miss a posting day very rarely - I promise!! 99% of the time it’s because I’m super sick, though, and I’ll let you babygirls know prior to that. Dw, I almost always bounce back on schedule for the next posting day <3

Are you taking requests at the moment?

Noooope!! Sorry lovelies, but requests are closed. I do take suggestions and thirsts where I’ll just brainstorm or add on to the idea if I really like it, however. Something that looks like this or this.

Where are you from?

Sri Lankan through n’ through rahhh 🇱🇰 Feel free to yap with me in my inbox about it!

What is your gender/ what are your pronouns?

I’m a girlie n’ I go by she/her pronouns yup yup 😌 

So then, why does everyone call you “daddy Tony”?

I DON’T EVEN KNOW WHERE IT STARTED BUT DADDY TONY IS SIMPLY DADDY TONY 😈 DOESN’T MATTER THE GENDER 😈😈 (+ Tony is just what everyone irl calls me too so.)

If that makes you uncomfortable though, you can always call me simply Tony without the daddy part, or Toe knee, or Toenail, or mommy Toenail- you get the point. My lovely babygirls love to make up a lot of names for me n’ I haven’t heard one that doesn’t make me CACKLE just yet 😭

Why do you call your followers “babygirls”?

Ah, I’m daddy Tony and you all are just my babygirls heheh. It started off as a joke at first because I tend to start most of my announcements with “bonjour babygirls” even irl, but it eventually just grew to me referring to all my gorgeous followers as Tony’s Cult of Babygirls - took a page out of Geto’s book there.

I also tend to sift through a variety of pet names when responding to individual asks/ comments - like sweetheart, lovely, ml, gorgeous. etc. Do let me know straight-up if this makes you uncomfortable, because using those is simply my default.

Why didn’t you respond to the thing I tagged you in?

*SOBS* I’m saur sorry about that, I get tagged in a lot of things so either my notifications were clogged n’ I didn’t get it, or I simply missed it amongst everything. I love responding to things y’all tag me in, though - so send me an ask to double check!!

Did you see my ask or was it eaten up – you haven’t answered yet?

Pinky-promise daddy Tony’s not ignoring you!! If I haven’t responded to an ask, it’s usually one of these reasons: 

I get a LOOOT of asks daily - and while I do try my best to respond to every single one - I might take some time to get to yours. Please, please, please don’t send a follow-up ask about your previous one unless it’s really, really important, or until it’s been two weeks since I haven’t responded. That only adds more to my inbox, and I do answer before it reaches that point.

I might have gotten an ask that was very similar to yours, n’ responded to that one instead of both.

Your ask went against my rules/ it was a request (because my requests are closed, most asks like that end up written down in a doc I have. But they won’t be publicly answered until requests open up/ I just decide to write it.) Again: Thirsts and suggestions are completely okay – just no requests!

Your question was already answered in my FAQ - in that case, yippee I hope you got your answer, lovely <3

Sometimes my asks actually get eaten up by this site, and I apologize for that 😔 Like I said, if it’s been two weeks then please do resend me the ask!!

Who are the emoji anons that you have right now?

🧃, 🐹, 🐁, 🔮, 🪦, 🍙, toji titties anon, ⛸️, scribbler anon, 🌳, ♍, medicine major anon, gojo big cock gagger anon, 🫃, 🗣️🩰, <3 anon, orgy anon, 🐝, marketing major anon, 🫶🏻💕, 🧋, 🐠, 🐛, 🗣️🎬‼️, 😼, 🐇, ✏️, 🪶🧠, 🌸, 👀, 🧝🏽, 🌦️, 🌺, 🍭, 🌙, 🔔❤️⚙️, 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴 anon, neuroscience anon, 🎀💄, 🫐, 💋, 🦴, 🦎, 🦩, 🌱, 🫀, 🍓, CJ anon, 🐨, 🦤, 🐚, 💃, 🦇, 🌛, 🪼, 💤, 🍫, ⭐, 😈, spooky sweet tea anon, 🧠, 🧌, 🗣️, 🐄, corpse goon anon, 🦐, tiny anon, 🌟🦈, 💧, 🎱, 🦢, dewdrop anon, 🍵, 🥗, 🥠, :) anon, 🥥, 🐩, 🌝, 🪽🦦, (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠) anon, silly anon, jester anon, 🐡, 🎀,  anon H, Marchailina, 👟, horny anon, b. anon, 🍰, 🪢, 🦚, lads anon, lads anon #2, 😻, 💐, 🐢, 🍣, 🃏, ex Nanami-hater anon, ovulating anon, 🐼, 🐜, 🦗, 🚀, vet major anon

Why do you scare me?

I promise I don't bite unless asked to!!

[marsdql]

Game of Hearts [L.HS]

‧₊˚🏀彡ִ ࣪𖤐 Toxic!Heeseung x Toxic!Reader | g: Angst, Toxic Romance, High School Drama | cw: toxic relationship, making out, cheating | wc: 2.2k | @teddybeartaetae | bye im checking my unreleased works and i have things i forgot about in my notes app that r from nov when i first started posting....

High school was a game.

For you and Heeseung, it was your game, and everyone else? They were just pawns in the grand scheme of things.

You were the cheer captain—everyone’s favorite model-like bombshell, the girl who walked into every room with a smile so dazzling it could make any guy trip over his words. You had everything: the status, the popularity, and a boyfriend who was the absolute king of the school. Heeseung was the football captain, the one who could make even the teachers bend to his will with just a single look. The two of you were an unstoppable force.

Except… you both had your flaws. And those flaws were what made your relationship so exciting.

One day, after practice, you were sitting in the bleachers, flipping through your phone. Heeseung leaned against the post at the edge of the field, watching you, knowing you could feel his gaze burning into your back. You didn’t look up, though. It was a power play, and you both loved to play these games.

Heeseung smirked as he walked toward you, his footsteps slow and deliberate, making you feel every bit of his presence.

“You’re ignoring me now?” he asked, voice dripping with sarcasm.

You looked up slowly, not even bothering to hide the smirk that tugged at your lips. “Maybe I am. What are you gonna do about it, captain?”

Heeseung didn’t hesitate. He grabbed your wrist, pulling you up and slamming you against the nearest locker. His eyes were dark, and you could see the simmering anger in them, but there was also that familiar, intoxicating passion.

“You don’t get to ignore me, princess,” he muttered, his lips dangerously close to yours. “You know the rules.”

You chuckled, defiance dancing in your eyes. “I do whatever I want.”

Heeseung laughed, the sound low and dangerous. “You think you can walk all over me? You really think I won’t put you in your place, Y/N?”

You grinned, pushing him away playfully, but the look in his eyes never faltered. “Try me.”

The game was on.

Weeks passed, and the tension between the two of you only grew. Heeseung and you fed off each other’s toxic energy, constantly pushing each other’s buttons, and you loved it. The more he tried to control you, the more you pulled away, only to reel him back in with your sweet, sickly smiles.

You knew he hated the attention other guys gave you, but you played it up, flirting with anyone who looked your way, just to see the flicker of jealousy in his eyes. It was a game, after all.

One night at a party, you were surrounded by a crowd of friends and other popular kids. Heeseung was deep in conversation with a few teammates across the room, but his eyes never left you. You caught his gaze once and grinned, raising your drink in a playful toast to him. The moment he saw the guy beside you lean in a little too close, his jaw clenched.

You loved it.

You let the other guy touch your waist just to push Heeseung further. The next thing you knew, he was standing in front of you, grabbing your wrist and pulling you away from the crowd.

“How many times do I have to tell you not to flirt with everyone?” Heeseung growled, dragging you to a quieter corner.

You scoffed, crossing your arms over your chest. “Don’t act like you own me.”

Heeseung’s eyes darkened, his hand tightening on your wrist. “I’m your boyfriend, Y/N. You should respect that.”

You rolled your eyes, pushing against his chest. “I don’t have to do anything for you.”

His grip tightened, and before you could even react, he slammed you against the wall. “You will listen to me.”

The air between you crackled with tension. Both of you were seconds away from snapping. This was the game you played—the constant back-and-forth of dominance and submission, who could push the other the hardest, who could break first.

Heeseung leaned in, his lips brushing against yours, his breath hot against your skin. “You don’t like me controlling you, but you crave it, don’t you?”

You smirked, feeling the heat rush to your face. “Maybe.”

The next day at school, you had a fight—again.

It started with Heeseung catching you talking to another guy in the hall after class, his glare icy as he watched from across the room. You knew he was watching, and part of you loved it, but another part of you hated that he could make you feel like you were being punished for simply existing.

“Why were you talking to him?” His voice was low, dangerous, as he cornered you near your locker.

You crossed your arms over your chest, feeling that familiar thrill of defiance rush through you. “Maybe I wanted to. What’s it to you?”

Heeseung gritted his teeth, his hands curling into fists. “You belong to me. Not him.”

You raised an eyebrow, tilting your head. “Oh? I didn’t realize I was property now, Heeseung.”

His expression turned icy, and for a split second, you thought you might have gone too far. But then he stepped closer, his breath a whisper against your ear. “Don’t test me, Y/N. You wouldn’t like the consequences.”

You narrowed your eyes, defiance and desire swirling together in a heady mix. “Then do something about it.”

Heeseung chuckled, the sound dark and low. “I will. Just you wait.”

The toxic dynamic between you both didn’t just stay in public. At night, when you were alone in his car, things were always the same. You knew what buttons to push to make him lose control, and he knew how to make you feel like you were on the edge, craving something deeper, darker.

You were laying across the backseat, your legs draped over his lap, your fingers tracing the buttons on his shirt. “Why don’t you let me have some fun too?”

Heeseung’s hand shot out, grabbing your wrist and pulling you closer. “You think you can play me, Y/N? You think I’m just gonna let you walk all over me?”

You smirked, wrapping your legs around his waist. “I know I can.”

His eyes flickered with the familiar dark intensity you were addicted to. “You’re pushing it.”

“Then push back,” you whispered, your lips hovering just a breath away from his.

Without warning, Heeseung crushed his lips to yours, the kiss intense and possessive. His hands tangled in your hair, his control slipping as you melted into him. But even in the heat of the moment, you knew this was just part of the game—this dangerous, toxic game that you both thrived in.

You pulled away, smirking. “You’re so easy to control.”

Heeseung chuckled darkly. “And you think I don’t know that?”

The two of you were a perfect storm, constantly clashing, constantly tearing at each other, but you wouldn’t have it any other way. The toxicity, the manipulation, the jealousy—it was all a game. And in this game, you were both playing to win.

The next day, things escalated quickly. You were walking down the hallway, minding your business, when you saw Heeseung talking to some of the other girls. One of them was practically hanging off his arm, laughing like she was the most important person in the world.

Your stomach churned. You knew he was trying to get you back for the previous stunts you've been pulling on him for the past week.

You didn’t waste any time. Striding up to him, you shot him a smile that was all sweetness, but there was a sharpness to it. “Having fun?” you asked, crossing your arms.

Heeseung glanced at you, his smirk never leaving his lips. “Just enjoying the company.” He looked at the girl next to him again, his gaze lingering a little too long for your liking.

You raised an eyebrow, playing it cool. “That so?” Your tone was light, but there was a hint of something darker beneath it.

“Yeah,” he replied casually, clearly enjoying the effect he was having on you. Then, to really get under your skin, he added, “You should join us sometime.”

Your heart skipped, but you wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of showing how much it was affecting you. Instead, you shot him a look, leaned in slightly, and said, “I’ll think about it.”

You turned away, feeling the burn of his eyes on your back as you walked off, a smirk tugging at your lips. You were playing his game now, but you weren’t going to make it easy for him.

Later that day, during practice, you noticed Heeseung wasn’t just making you jealous—he was making everyone else aware of it too. He kept chatting and laughing with her, throwing you looks to make sure you noticed.

You weren’t going to sit around and let him have all the fun.

You turned to one of the guys on your team, who always seemed to have his eye on you, and casually started a conversation, laughing a little too loud, making sure Heeseung would see.

Sure enough, when you glanced his way, his eyes were narrow, his jaw clenched. You could practically hear his thoughts—What the hell are you doing?

You smiled to yourself, enjoying the rush of power. Heeseung was the one who always got to control the situation, but now you were flipping the script.

After practice, your phone buzzed with a message from him. You had a feeling you knew what it was going to say, but you couldn’t resist checking it.

Heeseung: You think I don’t notice what you’re doing?

You rolled your eyes, already preparing your response.

You: You’re just mad because you can’t stand that someone else is getting my attention.

A few minutes passed before he replied.

Heeseung: You’re so toxic, Y/n. But I kind of like it.

You felt a twinge of excitement, even though his words stung. You were both so wrapped up in this game that neither of you was ready to stop.

You: Maybe I like making you mad.

Heeseung: Maybe you just like knowing you have control over me.

You smirked.

You: You can’t handle me, Heeseung.

His reply came quickly.

Heeseung: We’ll see about that.

The next day, you both were at it again. Heeseung was practically glued to that girl, giving her his full attention. You were standing with your friends, but your gaze kept shifting to him. He saw you looking and gave you a sly grin, making sure you knew that he knew exactly what he was doing.

You hated how much it worked.

But you couldn’t back down now.

You were about to walk over when you saw Heeseung’s hand resting on the girl’s back, his fingers just a little too close to her waist. You could feel the jealousy rising in your chest, but this time, you were ready. You turned around and walked straight up to Sunoo, that cute guy from class, and threw your arm around his shoulder with an exaggerated laugh.

Heeseung’s eyes instantly darted to you. His gaze was sharp, watching you closely. The smile on his lips faltered for just a second before he tried to hide it with another chuckle.

You loved it.

You didn’t even wait for a reaction; you just let him stew in it. Let him feel how it felt when he pushed your buttons.

Later that night, your phone buzzed with a text.

Heeseung: Stop playing games, Y/N.

You smirked.

You: I’m not the one trying to make someone jealous.

Heeseung: You think I’m doing this to get a rise out of you? You think I care?

You: You wouldn’t be doing it if you didn’t care.

Heeseung: Yeah, well, maybe I do care. But not the way you think.

You: Whatever you say, Heeseung. Just don’t pretend like you’re not enjoying it.

Heeseung: You enjoy it too, don’t lie.

The next day, the game continued. But this time, you were both a little more aware of what you were doing. Heeseung was still talking to the girl, still trying to push your buttons, but now, you just laughed.

You weren’t playing the same toxic game anymore—you were both in it together.

You found him after practice, and without a word, he pulled you aside, his hands on your waist, his eyes challenging. “You know we’re both fucked up, right?”

bye i didnt know how to end this im sorry...

[hisfavegirl]

Aegon Targaryen As Your Soulmate.

a/n : With Reaction.

When He Propose To You.

The night in Paris was breathtaking. The Eiffel Tower shimmered in the distance, its golden lights reflecting off the Seine, casting a dreamy glow over the quiet streets. The air was crisp, carrying the faint scent of roses from the nearby garden, and the city buzzed softly in the background.

Aegon had been unusually quiet all evening, his fingers laced with yours as he led you down a secluded pathway near the river. You didn’t think much of it—he often got like this when something was on his mind. But when he suddenly stopped under the silver glow of the moonlight, his grip on your hand tightening, your heart began to race.

“What is it?” you whispered, searching his face.

His violet eyes burned with an emotion so raw it made your breath hitch. He exhaled, almost like he was steadying himself, before reaching into his pocket. And then—he got down on one knee.

Your lips parted, a sharp gasp slipping out as your hands flew to your mouth.

“I’ve been trying to find the right words for this,” Aegon started, his voice softer than you’d ever heard it. “But the truth is, there are no perfect words—only this. Only you.”

Your heart thundered.

“You are the best damn thing that has ever happened to me,” he continued, his voice thick with emotion. “And I don’t want another day to pass where I don’t call you my wife.”

He opened the small velvet box, revealing a stunning ring that caught the moonlight just right, sparkling like the stars above you.

“Marry me.”

You felt everything all at once. The world around you blurred, your vision swimming with unshed tears as your chest tightened with overwhelming love, shock, joy.

You dropped to your knees, throwing your arms around him, knocking him back onto the pavement with your weight.

“Yes,” you choked out, pressing frantic kisses to his face. “Yes, Aegon—yes, yes, a thousand times, yes!”

He laughed breathlessly, his hands burying in your hair as he pulled you in for a deep, lingering kiss, the kind that made your toes curl and the rest of the world fade away.

Paris had never felt more like a dream.

When You And Aegon Posted The Announcement Of Your Engagement.

When you and Aegon Targaryen dropped your engagement announcement, the world stopped spinning.

The first photo? Utter perfection.

Paris at night. The Eiffel Tower glowing behind you. Aegon’s hands gripping your waist, pulling you flush against him as he kissed you breathless. And your left hand? Front and center, flashing a massive diamond ring.

The second slide? Even worse for them.

Aegon, smirking against your neck, his arms wrapped possessively around you as if to say, “She’s mine.”

And then the caption? A KILL SHOT.

“Said yes to the love of my life. Forever with my king.”

Then? Mass hysteria.

Aegon’s fangirls:

“I’M GONNA BE SICK. THIS ISN’T HAPPENING.”

“WHY DID HE HAVE TO PROPOSE IN PARIS??? WHY DID IT HAVE TO BE SO ROMANTIC???”

“Not Aegon Targaryen taking my last shred of hope and throwing it into the Seine.”

“SHE REALLY PUT ‘FOREVER’ IN THE CAPTION. I’M UNWELL.”

“The way he’s holding her… the way he’s KISSING her… this is worse than heartbreak.”

Some were in complete denial:

“This is fake. They’re trolling us. RIGHT???”

“The way I am IGNORING this post and going about my day as if I didn’t see it.”

“NO. I REFUSE. I WILL NOT ACCEPT THIS.”

And then, the grief hit.

“It should have been me.”

“I can’t even HATE her because she looks so happy. But I’m still dying inside.”

“How do I explain to my boss that I can’t work today because Aegon Targaryen is officially off the market???”

“I hope Paris was worth the pain you’ve caused me.”

Then? The edits.

Slow-motion clips of Aegon smirking, winking, running his hand through his hair. Montages of his best moments, now labeled: “HE’S GONE, HE’S TAKEN, I’M IN TEARS.”

And the hashtags? Immediate trending topics.

#AegonEngaged

#SheWonWeLost

#ParisTookEverythingFromUs

#HePutARingOnItAndABulletInMyHeart

Your fanboys? Equally destroyed.

“BRO, HOW DID SHE SECURE AEGON TARGARYEN???”

“She’s officially sold out. We lost, boys.”

“The way he’s devouring her in that kiss??? I CAN’T.”

“I respect it… but I’m also sobbing.”

Some had full meltdowns:

“I WAS HOLDING ONTO HOPE. NOW I HAVE NOTHING.”

“Not only did she win, but she won IN PARIS. The disrespect is astronomical.”

“We can’t even say she’s just a fling. SHE HAS A RING. IT’S OVER.”

Meanwhile, the overanalyzing began.

“The way Aegon is holding her like he’s afraid to let go…”

“You can SEE the obsession in his eyes. He’s never letting her go.”

“This isn’t just a proposal. This is a CLAIM.”

At this point, no one could deny it.

This wasn’t just an engagement.

This was a global tragedy. And Aegon’s fangirls & your fanboys?

Never recovering from this heartbreak.

Aegon Family Reaction To Your Engagement Announcement.

When Aegon dropped the engagement bomb on Instagram, his entire family group chat EXPLODED.

Alicent (His Mother) – SHOCKED. EMOTIONAL. PANICKING.

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN ENGAGED??? AEGON???”

“YOU DIDN’T TELL ME YOU WERE GOING TO PROPOSE???”

“I AM YOUR MOTHER. I SHOULD HAVE BEEN WARNED.”

“DID YOU EVEN PLAN A WEDDING DATE? HAVE YOU TWO TALKED ABOUT THE FUTURE?”

(…then sends a million heart emojis because she loves you and is already planning a royal-level wedding in her head.)

Helaena (His Sister) – SOFT AND SUPPORTIVE.

“Awwww. I love this. You two are perfect together.”

“Mom, let them enjoy their moment.”

“Also, I’m already picking out gifts for the wedding.”

Aemond (His Brother) – ANNOYED BUT SECRETLY AMUSED.

“This is what you’re doing in Paris? Proposing?”

“You couldn’t even warn us first?”

“You know your fangirls are crying themselves to sleep tonight, right?”

(But deep down, he’s actually happy for you both—he just refuses to admit it.)

Daemon (His Uncle) – ABSOLUTELY LOVING THE CHAOS.

“HAHAHAHA. YOU REALLY DID IT, YOU MADMAN.”

“This is hilarious. The internet is in flames.”

“Also, Aegon, if you don’t throw the most INSANE bachelor party, I’m disowning you.”

Rhaenyra (His Half-Sister) – SURPRISED BUT SUPPORTIVE.

“I have to admit, I didn’t think you’d be the first to settle down.”

“But… I’m genuinely happy for you.”

“You found someone who can handle your insanity. That’s true love.”

Otto Hightower (His Grandfather) – PANICKING LIKE A CEO.

“DO YOU KNOW HOW THIS AFFECTS YOUR IMAGE, AEGON?”

“The world is going to talk about this for WEEKS.”

“Did you sign a prenup?”

(Alicent kicks him out of the group chat for ruining the mood.)

Criston Cole (Family Bodyguard) – SILENTLY JUDGING BUT ACCEPTING HIS FATE.

“Guess I’m protecting her now too. Great.”

Meanwhile, Aegon?

Smirking at the chaos he just unleashed.

When You And Aegon Posted Your Wedding Video On Internet.

The internet exploded the moment the wedding video was posted—Aegon walking out of the church, smiling brighter than ever, hand in hand with you, the new Mrs. Targaryen. The video was cinematic, capturing every perfect moment: the way he looked at you with pure adoration, the way he kissed you like you were his entire world, and the way you both laughed, danced, and celebrated at the extravagant reception.

The caption?

“Beyond Happy. Forever my queen.”

And with that, Aegon’s fangirls completely lost their minds.

Instagram Comments Section: A Fan Meltdown

“NOOOOOOOOOO THIS CAN’T BE REAL!!! I WAS SUPPOSED TO BE THE ONE!!!!” 😭💔

“HOW DARE SHE LOOK THAT BEAUTIFUL?? AEGON, BLINK TWICE IF YOU WERE FORCED INTO THIS!!”

“He looks so happy… I hate this."

“Not me sobbing while watching this in my room at 3AM.”

“I CAN’T EVEN LOOK AT HIM. HE WAS OURS, GIRLS. NOW HE’S HERS.”

“I just know she’s the luckiest woman ALIVE.”

Twitter/X Fangirl Breakdown :

“I am LITERALLY inconsolable. Aegon is MARRIED. To HER. I need therapy.”

“Someone check on the fandom. We’re NOT okay.”

“Why does he look so in love? This HURTS MORE.”

“Watching my man walk out of the church with another woman… worst pain of my life.”

“Aegon’s smile in that wedding video just ended my entire existence.”

TikTok Reaction Videos :

One girl, full mascara streaks down her face: “I just saw the wedding video… I need a moment.”

Another girl, drinking straight from a vodka bottle: “It’s official. I’m entering my villain era.”

A group of fangirls screaming in their car: “WE LOST HIM. HE’S GONE. HE BELONGS TO HER NOW.”

Someone dramatically playing sad music while clutching a framed photo of Aegon: “This could have been me…”

The Ultimate Fangirl Betrayal: Aegon’s Wedding Reception Photos. If the video wasn’t enough, the photos from the wedding reception sent the fangirls into a frenzy.

Aegon twirling you on the dance floor, his eyes only on you.

Aegon kissing you like he was drowning and you were air.

Aegon lifting you up bridal-style, grinning at the camera.

Aegon feeding you cake, licking frosting off your fingers.

At this point, some girls deleted their fan pages, some started crying in their pillows, and some just accepted their fate.

But the real heartbreak? Aegon himself responding to the meltdown:

@AegonTargaryen: “She’s my wife now. Y’all better deal with it.” 😎💍

When You And Aegon Posted About Your Pregnancy

When the post went up, the internet exploded.

Aegon’s Instagram—normally flooded with thirsty comments and heart emojis—was now a war zone of disbelief, heartbreak, and sheer chaos.

The photo? Devastating.

It was a beautiful shot of you and Aegon—his hand resting possessively over your very visible baby bump while he kissed the side of your head. The second slide? An ultrasound.

Two embryos.

Twins.

The caption? Simple, smug, and absolutely soul-crushing:

“Our greatest blessing. Can’t wait to meet our little dragons.”

And then—pure pandemonium.

“TWINS?!! BITCH STOLE BOTH OUR BABIES?!”

“I HAVEN’T EVEN RECOVERED FROM THE ENGAGEMENT ANNOUNCEMENT WTF.”

“I’m gonna be sick. Aegon was supposed to impregnate ME.”

“Not one. BUT TWO. SHE TOOK BOTH. I CAN’T BREATHE.”

“I need a moment. Aegon Targaryen rawdogged this woman twice and now she’s carrying TWINS. I can’t function.”

“We lost, ladies. This is our red wedding.”

“I was delulu, but this… this is the final nail in the coffin.”

Some were in full denial:

“That’s AI. That’s NOT real. I REFUSE.”

“Maybe it’s for a movie role? Right? RIGHT?!”

“The ultrasound is Photoshopped. I checked.” (It was not.)

And then there were the true unhinged ones:

“I’M GONNA PRETEND THOSE ARE MY BABIES.”

“Okay but what if she lets me babysit?”

“I hope the twins grow up knowing their father was mine first.”

Within an hour, your name was #1 trending worldwide. Fan edits, conspiracy theories, and pure devastation flooded every corner of the internet. It was over for them.

You had won.

When You And Aegon Posted About Your Twins Arrival.

The moment Aegon posted the photo—you lying in the hospital bed, exhausted but glowing, holding your newborn twins in your arms, while he kissed you with tears in his eyes—social media imploded.

The Caption That Broke the Internet:

“Welcome to the world, little dragons. Your mother is the strongest woman I know. I love you forever.”

And just like that, Aegon’s fangirls and your fanboys lost their collective minds.

Instagram Comments Section: An Emotional Warzone

“I AM CRYING, THROWING UP, SCREAMING—THIS CAN’T BE REAL.”

“Aegon crying over his wife and babies? Yeah, I’m done for.”

“I should’ve logged out when they got married. Now they have KIDS?!?”

“Not him looking at her like she hung the moon while holding their babies. This is actual pain.”

“You mean to tell me Aegon, the playboy prince, is a devoted husband and crying father now? Yeah, I lost.”

Twitter/X Reactions: A Global Tragedy

“Not only did we lose Aegon, but now he’s a full-time husband AND father? We lost him forever.”

“He cried. HE CRIED WHILE KISSING HER. How do you expect me to survive this?”

“I thought the wedding was bad, but the baby announcement just ended me.”

“Aegon went from heartbreaker to husband of the year and now devoted girl dad?? This is unfair.”

“We are officially extinct. Aegon belongs to HER and their BABIES now.”

TikTok Reaction Videos: Fangirls & Fanboys Mourning

One girl dramatically closing her laptop and walking away: “Nope. Nope. This is my villain origin story.”

A fanboy sobbing into a pillow: “First she took him, now she has his children. I have nothing left.”

A group of fangirls screaming at the screen: “NOT THE TEARFUL KISS. NOT THE BABIES. I CAN’T.”

Someone chugging wine in a dark room: “I need time to process this betrayal.”

A TikTok edit of Aegon’s bad boy days fading into husband & dad Aegon with the caption: “WE LOST HIM FOREVER.”

The Final Blow: Aegon’s Response to the Fangirl Meltdown

Just as the internet was spiraling into despair, Aegon added another post—a short video clip of him holding one of the twins against his chest, murmuring softly while the baby cooed, and then looking at you with the most lovestruck expression.

@AegonTargaryen: “I never knew I could love like this. My world. My family.”

And just like that, his fangirls & your fanboys flatlined.

Tag list : @danytar @julessworldd @hangmanscoming @yazzzmints @giirlinblack @searatarg @vaelry @callsignwidow @ashblooddragons

Big thanks to @zaldritzosrose for letting me use your beautiful dividers

[julietsf1]

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irritating but irresistible (8k words) Alex Albon’s sister is not happy with Logan’s new replacement who seems to be very sure of himself.

Best Day Ever ☆ (6k words) Oscar's win and Franco's first points have to be celebrated. With her best friend Lando playing matchmaker and the tension between Y/N and Franco simmering, the night promises to be anything but ordinary. Sparks fly on the dance floor, but is Y/N ready to admit what’s really going on?

Post-Race Snuggles (1k words) After an intense Singapore GP, Franco’s idea of the perfect cool down is snuggling up in his girlfriend’s lap

From Raya to Rivalry (9k words) Carlos Sainz's little sister is pushed to the limit when rookie Franco Colapinto, who stood her up after a flirtatious encounter on Raya, re-enters her life—without any sign he remembers her at all. Between race weekends and time with friends the tension between them becomes impossible to ignore. Will Franco finally remember why she’s been driving him mad all along?

Chef's Kiss... but Maybe Not the Cooking (1.2k words) Franco might not be the best chef, but that doesn't ruin the night

Push & Pull (6k words) She has always kept Franco at a distance, teasing and confident that he’d never give up on her. But when he suddenly pulls away, she can’t stop thinking about him, realizing she might care more than she’s let on. Could it be that he’s been waiting for her to figure it out all along?

The Secret Admirer ☆ (7.5k words) She thought the biggest challenge this season would be her dynamic with her cold teammate, but mysterious notes and gifts start to complicate things. Who’s behind it, and what happens when she finds out?

Hurricane (5k words) When a hurricane leaves Y/N stranded at Charles’s Monaco apartment with a few of his friends, Y/N has to navigate both the storm outside and the one brewing inside.

Focus with Franco (2k words) Studying for exams is tough, but trying to focus while your yapper boyfriend, Franco, is around? Impossible.

Frights & Feuds (6.5k words) She and Franco never liked each other, but leave it to Lando to throw them into matching costumes at his Halloween party.

Love at first fright (2.2k words) You don’t know what is scarier, the haunted house where you are interviewing Franco or the way your heart speeds up around him.

Factory Reset (6k words) After a major crash, Franco Colapinto is sent to the Williams factory to work alongside the engineers repairing his car. Tensions run high as he’s forced to confront the realities of their work and the sharp wit of performance engineer Y/N. What begins as a clash of worlds becomes an eye-opening experience for both.

Holly Jolly Faking ☆ (8k words) Two people who can’t stand each other agree to fake a relationship to avoid meddling friends and unwanted matchmaking during their Christmas weekend away. What could possibly go wrong? [st. mleux reader]

A Technical Mistake ☆ (7k words) peaceful paddock mornings of stocking caps and shirts are flipped upside down when Franco Colapinto, a charming stranger she assumes is part of the AV crew, comes into her store and gives her weekend an unexpected turn.

The Sparks at Midnight (2k words) NYE at Lando's: a jar full of resolutions, a group of friends gathered around the fire to laugh, tease, and guess whose secrets were written on each slip of paper. With one very special resolution shaking things up for Y/N.

Crushes and Cortados (2.5k words) as a barista you see a lot of weird customers in a day, and this one Argentinian boy who keeps coming in every day is definitely one of them.

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The Idiot I Call Mine ☆ (7.1k words) best friends are supposed to share laughs, inside jokes, fries and the occasional late-night drive. what they’re not supposed to do is flirt like it’s a competitive sport or make you question every unspoken rule of friendship. at least, unless your name is Lando Norris apparently.

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The Potion Project (12k words) When a week-long potions project pairs two opposites, something starts brewing between them as well

Home Again (4.5k words) eight years, one city, and a thousand unspoken words—will a chance encounter in London bring closure, or is there more in store for Monaco's golden boy and the one who got away

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[stxrysnow]

— for the season i like is a short thing, it melted away without me noticing.

contents. satoru gojo x gn!reader. fluff. (to) angst.

★ jiah’s notes. listening to for lovers again was(n’t) a good idea. yeah, uh, anyways.

winter caresses satoru’s skin, and he can only close his eyes. just this once, he thinks to himself. just this once, and i’ll open them again.

although the chill seeped into his bones and rattled against his lungs, satoru adored it— the hands that touched his face and the lips that peppered little kisses across his neck where his scarf was a bit loose.

(satoru adores this little feeling that makes him feel.)

it made him alive, this dance that the frost’s outstretched hand had started. it hummed into his ears and made his lips twitch into a soft grin; it ruffled his hair and laughed when his steps faltered on the snow and he nearly fell over.

(winter was warmer than summer could ever be.)

“you comin’ or are you just gonna laugh?” he calls out, azure eyes crinkled with amusement when he watches you waddle your way through the snow. “c’mon, darling. you can’t be that slow. the mochi shop’s ages away!”

“not . . not everyone has street lights for legs, unfortunately,” oh, you look so loveable like this, face flushed and your nose doing the tiny scrunch it always did when you were annoyed, “can’t you wait just a little, satoru?”

(wait, satoru. you need to wait.)

satoru tilts his head, and you feel your cheeks burn a little more.

“i’ve been waiting for ages, though,” this bastard. “you wouldn’t want to keep your lovely lamp post ’toru waiting for too long, would you?”

he knows exactly what he’s doing— you know better than to fall for the pout on his face and the faux miserable look in his eyes. of course you do— the tiny smirk doesn’t go unnoticed by your sharp scrutiny. it is what, in the end, always betrays his feigned innocence. always.

(it makes you feel a little more warm, despite the cold cutting through your nose to force its way inside.)

“oh, shut up,” you grumble, ignoring the delighted wriggle of his eyebrows when you walk past him, “lovely lamp post? more like lamentable lamp post.”

“okay, that’s a good one,” satoru’s arms wrap around you from behind whilst he hums, chin on your head, “you really know how to bite back, don’t you?”

a large hand ruffles your hair, messing it up even more so— a masterpiece of the frost and his own doing.

(at least to him, anyway. although, he can’t deny the tiny, happy flip his heart does when you grumble.)

“ ’course i do,” a roll of your eyes and he’s huffing out a laugh again, “learnt from the best.”

“well, at least you acknowledge me being the best,” he replies airily, and you tilt your head up to stare at him with a question mark on your face. “that’s enough for me, baby.”

your gaze softens.

(enough for him.)

satoru’s eyes close when you reach up to press your lips against his chin.

(it lingers on his skin to haunt him forever.)

satoru’s still dancing with the cold. his steps are languid and unhurried, with wispy arms around his neck and your breath against his chin— none to watch but frozen memories and the ashes of what burnt so fiercely in the chilly wind.

ashes which melt away, bleeding all over the snow and rotting in the back of his mind.

(that’s enough for me, he thinks, as his steps slow down, eyes opening as he feels the performance nears its end. always is.)

satoru adores this little feeling that makes him feel, even if only its corpse is left behind.

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