#long snippet oops 🤭

[autumnapricot]

number 4 for the snippet game pls?

hello 🫶🏼 thanks for your ask :)

4 — you be the ocean, i be the storm

[Charles is the prince of Monaco, living a life as normal as possible away from the duties that come with being a part of the royal family. When his former bodyguard quits his job, Charles is assigned an ex-military—who takes his new duties a little too serious for Charles’ liking. His name is Max.] is the basic summary—there‘s a lot to flesh out for this story but mhm i love a little bodyguard kinda enemies to lovers moment 😋

„Good morning, catastrophe. Had fun last night?“ Max asks, a bare hint of a smirk on his otherwise stoic face as he strolls into Charles‘ open kitchen. „Sounded like it. At least on her side.“

„Good morning, sunshine.“ Charles bites back with extra sweet venom oozing from his voice. He narrows his eyes, almost pouring his coffee onto the counter instead of into his mug. „Are you now monitoring and safety-checking my sex life too?“

Because that’s kind of…weird. But also hot? No, not hot, just weird. He kind of cringes to himself then when he remembers that the woman he was with was kind of a little loud, maybe a little over the top loud, and his windows were open. And Max does live right next to him, after all. So it‘s not that surprising that Max heard it.

„I do check, actually, yes.“

Charles promptly misses his mouth and spills the coffee down his chin and onto his bare chest, cursing when the hot liquid stings and he hurries to wipe it off.

„You what?“ he hisses once he‘s ridden himself of hot coffee where it‘s not supposed to be and glares at Max, who looks unimpressed. „I‘m sorry, but I think that goes a little over the top of safety measurements even for you, Max.“

Max remains unfazed—at least, his facial expression seems so. Charles recognizes the sharpness in his bright eyes, always alert, always present, always calculating.

Not for the first time, Charles thinks about what a beautiful shade of a color Max’s eyes are for how unnerving the stare behind them actually is.

„I background check all of the people you are in contact with, Mr. Leclerc.“ Max says then, nonchalant but with the slightest hint of something beneath his tone. „Especially the ones you bring to your house.“

Great.

Now Charles can‘t even take someone home without being scrutinized to his very core. If Andrea did this too, then at least his former bodyguard had the decency to not rub into his face.

„And?“ he huffs back, lips half-pressed to his mug. „Was she a serial killer of some sorts? In that case I‘m sure you should have tried to tell me that before I took her home.“

There is that something in Max‘s eyes again, the way he slightly but slowly pulls his bottom lip between the front of his teeth, as if he‘s contemplating, but Charles would rather label it as scheming. Like a shark, waiting to attack, maybe. Charles feels like he‘s constantly waiting for that eye-roll of the shark that indicates it‘s about to snap and maul him apart.

„No,“ he shrugs then, cool, leaning against the table in Charles‘ dining room as if he‘s home here himself. Actually, he kind of is. „Katie—Kathrine Hables, in case she didn’t tell you her full nume—is just is a bit of a gold-digger, you know, likes rich guys and to be invited on their yachts and private islands. You didn‘t invite her to your yacht by any chance, did you?“

Max smiles a bit at that but Charles feels nothing but hounded by it—he wants Andrea back. He was infinitely nicer and didn‘t make Charles feel like an idiot half of the time.

„No, I did not.“ he growls, annoyed, and Max pulls his lips into a brief pout, his arms crossed in the front of his chest. „Good. Did you check your drawer of watches, by the way? Maybe she took some, you never know with these types of girls.“

Charles almost all but slams his cup of coffee onto the marble counter.

It‘s barely half past nine in the fucking morning and Charles wants to fucking strangle someone.

That someone being his own personal bodyguard, to be precise.

Too bad Max is an ex Marine Corps soldier who strike him down before Charles would be even able to lift his hand to do so.

[fabbyf1]

It's moving week, besties. Come get y'all juice!

I'll be driving 3,000 miles over the next few days with an 8-foot trailer attached to my car, a 150-pound dog, and nothing but this damn fic running through my mind.

No idea when this will be finished, but uhhh... enjoy the snippet 🤭

(82% of you asked; daddy provides.)

OP: [image attached] 

Logan was in the middle of a hot lap on the sim when the text came in. His phone was propped up against the edge of his screen, and he let his eyes flick over to it while barreling down the straight of Melbourne. He only looked long enough to see it was from Oscar before snapping his eyes back to the racing line. 

He started a new lap. 

And then another. 

And then another. 

Then his phone lit up again. 

OP: oops lol 

He finished the lap he was on before pressing pause. He stretched his neck to the left and right before finally reaching for his phone, but nothing could have ever prepared him for what he was about to see. He swiped his phone unlocked, chewing his bottom lip into his mouth as he opened the text. 

Then he proceeded to choke on the air in his lungs. 

“What the fuck!” Logan exclaimed, dropping his phone as if he had been burned. The phone clattered loudly to the ground, landing somewhere between his feet with a loud slap against the wooden floor. Logan stared blankly at the screen of his sim for one, two, three seconds before repeating, “What the fuck?!”

He must be seeing things. 

He sat up in his chair, reaching around on the floor until his fingers touched his phone. He turned it over in his hands, the picture still open and still—that—before he hastily swiped out of it. He stared at Oscar’s name at the top of the thread and then at the preview of the picture again, his mind racing and trying to make sense of everything. 

There was no way that Oscar Piastri just sent him a dick pic.

What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck.

[shslskaterboy]

hyello

may i ask about And Then there was You? 🥺

You absolutely may 🙏

Attwy is my ongoing multi chapter pegoryu fic, so far I’m at 4 chapters posted with the fifth one in the works (oops got distracted don’t mind the 5-6 month gap in posting)

Basically it started bc I had a bazillion ideas of scenes from persona 5 I could rewrite to be More Gay and push my agenda, and then I went 👁️👁️ wait I can string this into a cohesive narrative. So it went from being a bunch of potential one-shots to an ongoing story about Ren and the pressure of compulsory heteronormativity, and the Oops I Think I’m In Love With My Best Friend But He’s Straight (he’s not but they don’t know that at this point 🤭) struggles.

As for snippets, allow me to pick an excerpt from each chapter for the funsies (including the unposted one whoa go crazy with it) and put them under the read more so this post isn't a thousand miles long

(but thank you for asking I am greatly proud of this one and it's a lotta fun to write and I'll take any opportunity to talk about it)

Why him? What a stupid question. Why not him? Ryuji was like the sun itself- Ren could be having the most shit day imaginable and all of it would be forgotten after one bright smile from Ryuji. He couldn’t even fathom what his life would be like now if they had never had that fateful meeting one rainy day. No one in the world was as easy to talk to, as easy to be with than Ryuji- it all came as naturally as breathing air, and if Morgana was gonna be weird about it, then that sounded like his problem, not theirs.

“You’re not going to be alone. Ever.” Ren repeated, louder this time as he took Ryuji’s uninjured cheek in his hand. His heartbeat had picked up again, but this time it was more determination than nerves. “That’s a pretty bold claim to make,” Ryuji snorted, averting his eyes as a soft blush crept into his face. “I’m serious Ryuji, I don’t care what happens, I will always be your friend no matter what,” Ren insisted, turning his friend’s face so he couldn’t shy away from his eyes. “You said yourself that life was scarier until we met, so as long as we’re together it’s never gonna be like that ever again, I swear.”

Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad- he was at least comfortable, even if his erratic heartbeat kept him from getting much sleep. Yeah, it’s not like they hadn’t been in close quarters before, maybe not quite as intimate as this, but they were still best friends- this shouldn’t really change anything. This was something Ren kept telling himself as he tried not to have a heart attack every time Ryuji shifted in his sleep, never once letting his grip loosen. He felt guilty, but it was so easy to melt into the touch- if he wasn’t careful he might accidentally end up enjoying it. Nah that can’t be right, this was just an innocent indulgence, the natural byproduct of humanity’s inherent desire for contact and nothing more. It was that kind of thinking that allowed him to relax and let his guard down, almost able to fall asleep again as he listened to the sound of Ryuji’s slow slumbering breaths, and permitted himself to tentatively let his own arm drape across his friend’s side.

“Ren, you know I love you very dearly,” she said, placing her hand gently on his arm. “You have been there for me through it all; I don’t know if I’d ever have been able to face Shiho if it weren’t for your support.” He nodded slightly, unsure exactly where she was going with this. “You and Ryuji were both there with me during the hardest time in my life, and I could never express to you how much that means to me,” she continued slowly, before fixing her eyes resolutely on him. “But you two are being so monumentally stupid right now that it hurts to watch.”

He looked up at her, and she looked down on him, and for the first time in many many weeks, he felt like there was a light shining within him. The dark corner he’d taken to shoving things in had a spotlight on it now, revealing it to be completely bare- the last shadows of doubt slithering away as if Makoto had barged in with the world’s largest feather duster and started beating them over the head with it. Everything he’d thought, everything he’d felt, none of it had made sense until now- but with the haze cleared it almost seemed laughable how obvious the answer was.