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reidmotif · 6 months ago

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Dialing up for Trouble

Summary: Reader and Spencer were fuck-buddies, until Spencer cuts her off quite suddenly. A party and some risque images may be enough to get them back to their old routine.

Couple: Spencer Reid/Fem!Reader

Category: Smut

Content Warning: semi-public sex, sexting, mentions of nude images and descriptions of generic lingerie, masturbation (f!receiving), penetrative sex, semi-dom!spencer

Word Count: 3.5 k

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Clichés bothered me. There was no other way to put it. I’d grown up hating the likes of love triangles, meet-cutes, chosen ones, and right now, I was being reminded more than ever of that hatred because, what the fuck?

“Too much of a good thing” was the reasoning Spencer had cited when he proposed we stop sleeping together casually, and return to our previous relationship of “just coworkers”. I’d let him know how ridiculous I found his sentiment, and attempted every possible method to continue our secret rendezvous, but he was absolutely dead-set on his decision, it seemed.

No more sex. No more late-night calls. None of it. It was all over. All because of a cliche.

We seemed to agree on one thing, and that was, yes. The sex was fantastic. It really was that good. While I’d never wish weariness on Spencer Reid, I couldn’t deny that in the aftermath of stress and frustration from whatever life had chosen for him, the way he’d deal with that was absolutely electrifying for me.

I’d find myself constantly breathless, pulled into hotel rooms, storage closets- anything resembling the barest hint of privacy, and allow him to use me as he saw fit. I gave him complete trust and control over my body, and in turn, he rewarded me with some incredibly life-changing orgasms. And for what it’s worth, he seemed to get an equal amount of satisfaction out of our hidden trysts, which only made his recent decision that more devastating.

It’d been roughly a month since we’d had sex, or anything resembling the sort, and I found myself absolutely deprived. When the FBI gave out invitations to its semi-annual gala, I imagined the festivities would be enough to distract me, but I was completely in error for assuming so. Amidst drinks and conversations, there was the occasional lull where I couldn’t help but absentmindedly imagine the feel of his hands over my skin, squeezing the fat of my hips. His lips trailing up and down my neck, focusing on spots only he knew about. The way his hair would tickle against my thighs when he’d bury his head-

“Hey.”

The voice breaks me out of my thoughts, and I have to remind myself not to choke on my beverage. There he was. The current subject of my thoughts, standing in front of me, live and in the flesh. Spencer Reid.

“Hey.” I mirror back, taking a sip of my drink, acting as lax as I could, given the circumstances. “Enjoying yourself?” I ask, gesturing to the party in front of us, the general ambience.

“You know me.” He replies, pausing for a second, keeping his gaze trained on mine. “Not my scene but.. doable.”

I chuckle for a moment, understanding perfectly. Spencer wasn’t exactly the most social guy out there. I was honestly surprised he’d chosen to come to this thing at all in the first place.

“You look nice.” He says, suddenly. “Your dress. It’s nice.” He rushes out the words, as if he’s scared to say them in the first place.

I smooth down the fabric instinctively, nodding. I try not to let the compliment affect me so much, keeping my head down for a split second to hide the creeping heat emanating from my cheeks.

“Thank you. I appreciate it.”

I surprise myself with my own answer. The silence for that tick is horrible. I appreciate it? Jesus. I couldn’t think of the right words anymore. The correct and witty response that would allow this conversation to flow smoothly.

I truly wanted to fuck this man so bad, it made me look stupid.

And stupid I was, because yet again, I attempted to test the current parameters of our relationship he’d put us on. I swallow my pride, lifting my head to meet his eyes with mine.

“If you like it so much, you could- you know. Take it off.” I say, biting my lip. There’s a light tease in my voice, but it’s obvious I’m being as forthcoming as I possibly could. No games. No jokes. I didn’t want to dance around it, and I hoped my boldness would reward me as it did previously in the past.

But no, it seems that fortune does not favor the bold, because Spencer’s immediate response was to shake his head, lowering his voice. He pulled on my arm to decrease our proximity, to the point where it was ensured no passer-bys could possibly hear our conversation.

“Come on.” He pleads, almost looking desperate. “I told you we should stop- hasn’t that worked out? We can be coworkers. This works.”

I roll my eyes, letting my displeasure show plainly over my face. “This works?” I say, and the sarcasm is clear in my voice. “Sex worked too, you know.”

“I know it did!” He says, in a hushed whisper. “But- we can’t. No. It’s not right. Too much of a-”

“If you finish that sentence, I swear to god.” I say, my expression turning much more volatile. I forcibly shrug his arm off me. “This is stupid.” I continue, trying not to let my voice rise. “I see the way you look at me. I know it was good for both of us. I know you’re thinking about it just as much as I am, so why not!” There’s a hint of hurt in my voice as well. Underneath all the sex, I’d grown to miss the interactions after. The giggles under covers and the feel of his hair in my fingers. I missed him. All of him.

There’s a miserable pause on his end, and I hold my breath waiting for his next words. Spencer sputters, looking absolutely defeated. “Because- because we just can’t, okay?” He replies, helplessly, stepping back from me, as I’d done with him. “Look. I’m just going to enjoy the rest of the party, okay? Take care of yourself, yeah?”

Before I can get in another word, demanding a real explanation from the man, he leaves me alone, replaying the words of his confusing outburst in my mind.

I take a short time to myself, electing to go use the restroom and take a breather from the party, a bit on edge after our exchange. Was it possible he was completely fine with what the loss of our arrangement had done to us? Was I the only one absolutely losing my mind? Any attempt to diverge my attention from the topic proved futile, and I remained in the closed room, mindlessly adjusting myself in the mirror with no real rhyme or reason. There’s an eventual use of my phone, focusing the camera directly on my face to make sure nothing had smudged or looked off on my face in the time I’d last checked my makeup. In the use of the device, I remembered the pictures I’d taken before coming here.

The pictures weren’t meant to serve any true purpose. I’d bought new lingerie for this dress, as my previous bras weren’t suited to the cut and shape of the specific piece of clothing, and decided to take a few pictures for myself. It was lacy, and pretty, but nothing truly special. The bra had a slight push-up effect, and the panties were a bit cheekier than my normal, day-to-day undergarments. The actual lingerie was innocent- harmless, even. Looking at the images right now, though, a salacious idea creeped into my head.

Under the right circumstances, these could be exactly the catalyst to finally receiving what I wanted.

I open the messaging app on my phone, finding Spencer’s contact, and beginning to type out a simple message.

hey.

The response is immediate.

What’s up?

You good?

Where’d you go?

I laugh a little. I imagined him scanning the crowd for me, trying to figure out where I’d gone off to.

all good, don’t worry

so we’re still sticking to the no sex thing?

I see his typing bubble pop up, then pause. Then starts up again.

Yes.

Trust me, it’s for the better.

I groan internally. Of course he thinks that. Always thinks he knows what’s good for everyone.

trust me

if you knew what i had planned for us

you wouldn’t say that

I feel my phone vibrate in my hand, indicating he was now calling me? I hadn’t planned for this.

“Spencer?” I remark, waiting for his voice on the line.

“What do you mean?” He says, quickly. I can no longer hear the bustle of the party in the background, so it’s only reasonable to assume he’s moved somewhere quieter. Still, I ask.

“Are you around other people?” I murmur, keeping my voice low.

“No. Alone. What did you mean by your last message?” He repeats, quickly.

There’s my in. I respond, feigning an unmistakable innocence in my voice. “Mind if I show you?”

“Show me?” The confusion in his voice is palpable.

“Show you.” I reply, more definitively. “Check your messages.”

I bring my phone away from my ear, electing to send the first picture I saw in my camera roll, which prominently featured my breasts- a feature of mine I knew Spencer was quite interested in. I return to the call, my heart pounding wildly.

“Did you see?” I ask, hesitantly, when all I can hear is his breathing on the other line.

The response is a choked out, breathy mess of a sentence. “Yeah- I did. Jesus.”

“Want more?” I murmur, biting my lip as the realization dawned on me that this possibly had a chance of working.

There’s a delay in his words on the line, before I finally hear:

“Yes. God, yes.”

I grin ear-to-ear, beginning to send an assortment of pictures I’d taken previously in the day. Knowing this was having an effect on him, that somewhere in this party Spencer was sitting alone, his gaze trained on his phone intently, did something to me. He was behaving this way because of my body, because of what I could do to him.

It was hard not to get wet at the thought.

“You look so good.” He breathes out, and the desire in his voice is unmistakable.

“Yeah?” I mumble to the speaker. “You think so?”

“Mhm.” He murmurs. “You’re wearing this right now?” He asks, seemingly needing that confirmation at this moment.

“In all its glory.” I try not to giggle before murmuring teasingly, “What, you wanna see?”

“Where are you?” He asks, suddenly seeming very determined. I can hear the shuffling on the other line, indicating he was now starting to move from where he was currently situated. He was completely, and utterly serious about this.

“Bathroom, on the left corridor of the entrance.” I say, feeling exhilarated at the thought of him meeting me here. This was happening.

Finally.

“Stay.” He replies, and the call cuts.

There’s an impatient itch that creeps up on me during the two-minute wait for him, before I hear a solid knock on the door, and my name being whispered through the door, belonging to a voice I’d grown so accustomed to and fond of.

My fingers undo the lock, opening it just enough so that he could squeeze through without drawing too much attention to ourselves right now.

And as soon as he’s managed in, he’s practically on me, devouring me with a kiss with a passion I’d never felt from him before. My hands go to wrap around his neck, pressing our bodies flush against each other, every ragged breath of his shooting directly to my core, which was now throbbing with need.

“Fuck. Missed this so much.” He breathes out, gasping for air in between our kisses. I couldn’t so much as get a whimper out, before he’d dive right in again. It’s like he wanted to eat me alive.

And I’d let him.

I moan softly into his mouth, starved for more contact between us. It’s as if he can read my mind, because in an instant, he guides us from the center of the bathroom, towards a wall, slotting his thigh between my legs. He takes a momentary break from ravishing me with his lips, now adopting a slower, more sensual pace as he works down my neck, each soft kiss leaving me craving him even more.

His hands drift down to my hips, keeping me pinned against the wall as he murmured soft praises. My legs felt wobbly, absolutely taken aback by how quickly I could go weak for this man.

“You like this, mm?” He mumbles, letting his teeth nip over the lobe of my ear, before switching to a more neglected side of my neck. “Like me that much, mm?”

I don’t care about the cockiness in his tone. I don’t care how smug I render him. I just need him to continue this, for as long as I can have him.

“Yes.” I breathe out, my voice higher-pitched than it normally would be. “God. Love this so much.”

There’s a flash of hesitance from him, as he pulls his face away from my neck, staring at my eyes with his own. I can’t dwell on the pause, because for once, I’m finally seeing him. His hair was absolutely ruined, sticking up wildly in different directions. His cheeks were a light pink, serving to make his features even prettier and doe-like than before. But what got me were his eyes. His pupils were blown out, the normal honey-hazel I’d seen on a daily basis replaced with an absolute abyss of black. The darkness served to cause a surge within me, practically launching forward to meet his lips with mine.

There are no words required for what happens next, as I feel his hand creep up my back, pulling me away from the wall and towards the closest surface, which happened to be the sink. He guides me to bend over, and I do so with no resistance.

He could have me, whichever way he wanted, whenever he wanted. All I needed was his touch.

I can feel him crouch to his knees, slowly reaching under my dress to hook his fingers around my panties, slowly pulling them down. I can feel a string of my arousal clinging to the fabric, and it seems Spencer can too, because he practically moans as he drags the soiled piece of lingerie down my thighs. I step out of them quickly, and turn my head back, fast enough to see him stuff the proof of our debauchery down his suit pocket.

“Eyes ahead.” He whispers, leaning down close to my ear to nip at the sensitive flesh again.

“Okay.” I murmur, slipping into a more submissive version of myself that he seemed to bring out in me. There’s a sense of relaxation and excitement all at the same time, and I’m absolutely wracked with lust for him.

His fingers stroke my clit for a moment, applying pressure in just the right way. The movements are practiced, precise and guaranteed to hurl me off the edge if he continues this way.

“You’re soaked, sweetheart.” He murmurs, almost amazed, letting his fingers slip away. “All this for me?”

I can barely respond, whimpering and nodding. “Yes. Please- Spencer.” I beg, needily.

“I know, I know.” He replies, and I can hear how pleased he is. There’s a certain delight he derives from my submission, and while in any other circumstance, the smugness he displays would turn me off, right now it only served to further my hunger.

I can feel him start to work on his belt, sliding the coarse material of his dress pants just enough, so that his cock could spring free. I can’t see it, but I can feel it, his tip sliding through my folds, and I clench at the thought of him finally being inside of me.

Just when I believed his teasing to be done, there’s a knock at the door, and we both freeze. Spencer swallows, and quickly raises his voice. “Occupied!”

There’s silence, and that previous sense of lust and content drifts back into our bodies, Spencer’s fingers trace up to my face, and he lets his finger slip into my mouth. I can taste my arousal on his fingers, and there’s a genuine struggle on my end to stay upright. How could I, when the man behind me rendered me so indisposed?

He draws his fingers out of my mouth. “Good girl.” He whispers.

It seems the universe has other plans though, because yet again- a knock sounds at the door. I can hear Spencer’s groan, and watch through the mirror as he attempts to come up with a response that would give us the seclusion we required.

My patience however, had worn thin. His cock was right there, and I’d be damned if I was forced to wait any longer. I turn my head towards the door, complacency and submission gone from my voice.

“Do you mind? I’m trying to fuck him in here!” I say, snarking out the words.

There’s a silence, and a murmur of mortification on the other side of the door. Footsteps. And then at last, silence.

Spencer quickly leans down to kiss my cheek, mumbling out an “I love you.”

Before I can even comprehend the words, he’s guiding himself into me, sliding his cock through my walls, and I have to bite my lip to keep a scream in. He feels so fucking good inside of me, stretching me out in ways no man ever could. I can feel the underside of his cock hitting that spongy spot deep inside of me, and my breathing turns rapid in mere seconds.

“There we go, relax for me baby, yeah?” He mumbles. “Nice and slow.”

I moan out my affirmative, gripping onto the sink as I let my jaw drop, eyes squeezing in absolute ecstasy. “So good for me.” He murmurs. “So warm and wet, Jesus.”

And with that, he starts a pace that works for both of us. It’s hard and fast, but I wouldn’t have it any other way. The feel of his cock gliding through my puffy walls is intoxicating, and I can only wonder how I went so long without feeling it.

It seems Spencer’s having similar thoughts, because through my moans and his occasional groans, I can feel his grip on my hips get more bruising by the second, marking me as his own. I can hear occasional fragments of words through his noises.

“Never letting you go. Oh fuck. Fuck.” He mumbles, and despite the overwhelming amount of arousal shooting through me, my heart swells.

“Me too.” I whimper out, gripping the sink even harder. I can feel my wetness seeping all around us, splashing against my thighs with every movement he drives into me. “Need you so badly.”

“Rub your clit for me.” He demands, whispering out the words. “Need to see you come on my cock first, pretty girl.” The words are strained, and I can tell he’s doing everything to keep from spilling inside of me prematurely.

There’s no reason to temporize, and my fingers make their way down to the sensitive bundle of nerves, and the effect is almost immediate. It takes roughly a minute of my incessant rubbing and the feel of him inside me before I’m coming with a soft shout, growing limp against the sink as my muscles twitch and fill me with a deep sense of relief and satisfaction.

Spencer isn’t far behind me, humping into me a few more times before coming inside of me, the release signified with a loud moan and a sense of warmth flooding my deepest point. He slumps against my back, pressing a few, soft kisses to my neck.

As we both come down from our highs, I recall the words Spencer mumbled in my ear previously. I let out a self-satisfied giggle, which Spencer smiles at.

“Mm. What’s that about?” He murmurs.

“You love me?” I ask, softly.

A pause.

“A little.” He responds, voice equally as soft.

“Is that why you stopped having sex with me?” I mumble out, gently.

He presses another kiss to the nape of my neck. “Mhm. Please don’t be mad.”

I let out a soft chuckle. “Not mad. The opposite, really.”

He pulls me up, causing us both to look at each other. “You feel the same way?”

I nod, biting my lip. “We could try this out, I think. I want to, Spencer.”

I stop, and decide I do need to tease him a bit, especially after the sex-less agony he put me through for a month.

“Though, I do recall someone telling me too much of a good thing can go bad..”

His lips part in confusion, before he picks up the teasing nature of my words and leans in for a soft, simple kiss. He keeps his forehead on mind, his eyes staring into mine with a gentle reverence.

“Let’s indulge just this once.”

holy shit has it been a long time since i've written a fic!! i'm so sorry?! i've been dealing with life and other assorted things and writing sort of took a backseat in that period of time <3 i hope this was okay. as usual any feedback, likes, comments, reblogs are so so greatly appreciated. i love writing for spencer, and i hope you guys like that writing too <3 i'm sorry that the two previous fics i promised seem to be delayed, i swear i'm gonna write those next, but inspiration sort of just struck on my end f or this, and i hope it was good <3 but yeah!! thank you so much for reading and interacting with this in any way you choose!! i appreciate it greatly!!

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spotsandsocks · 10 months ago

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Fuck it Friday

Seeking opinions…I’m getting some art done and wobbling between 2 possibilities so I’m sharing the bits and if anyone has an opinion on which I should choose I’d love to hear about it.

First idea from good knight sweet prince - moonlight tower scene with pinky touch

Buck knows he's blushing again. He wishes he could stop it. He feels like a teenager again probably because this night has been like the dreams he had then of how he and Eddie could be more than friends. He may be imagining things but it feels like they could be more than friends tonight.

Eddie came back, he sought him out in the kitchen, he waited and he hasn’t left yet. He’s right here. It’s stupid, he knows it is, they’ve only just met each other again, it’s ridiculous to have hope but he does. His eyes drop to where Eddie’s hands are clutching the stone. Eddie’s looking out at the slowly brightening sky. It will be dawn soon and this one night they have together will be over.

Buck moves and places his hand near Eddie’s and slowly he lets his littlest finger move until skin is touching skin. Buck holds his breath. Will Eddie move away?

For a second Eddie doesn’t move and he doesn’t look. Buck would think he hadn’t even noticed the soft brush against his skin except for the fact that after a few more seconds of nervous waiting Eddie’s finger moves slightly and brushes back against his own. Then Eddie lifts his finger and hooks it over his own, linking them together.

The moon slowly vanishes as they stand there side by side, not looking, not touching except for that one tiny point of contact that burns them both.

Or from lost without you. When Eddie checks out Buck’s new magical tattoos and likes what he sees hMostly under cut cos it’s longer)

Buck watches him come closer “How many did you get?

“Five.”

Theres a nod and a little furrow between Eddie’s brow when he says “I’m sorry it hurt so much.”

He shrugs at that “If it works it’ll be worth it, it’s over now anyway.”

Eddie steps forward his voice hesitant “Can I, can I see them?”

Buck swallows, of course Eddie’s going to be curious, professional curiosity that’s what it is, he wants to know how the magic settled maybe, to see if he can tell if it’ll work. Despite that reasonable explanation his heart beats faster as he pulls off his top.

“Sure”

By the time he’s free from his shirt Eddie’s moved and Buck’s standing there inches from him with his chest bare and, he suspects, his feelings blazoned across his face.

Eddie’s eyes are lowered, staring at the three shapes newly imprinted on his chest, the square, circle and triangle that was created when he thought of his siblings.

“May I?” Eddie’s eyes lift to his and Buck’s breath catches, maybe it isn’t just professional curiosity after all.

Buck nods, barely a movement, but then Eddie’s fingers brush his skin, and he can’t help the sharp breath of air he needs to cope with the contact, maybe Eddie doesn’t notice because he’s focused on the movement of his fingers as they trace the pattern.

“I was thinking about Maddie and Daniel.”

Eddie nods, his fingers slide off his chest and he turns slightly to hold his arm up higher so he can look at the two bands that now live there permanently.

“Who are those for?”

“Maddie, Maddie and me.” Eddie smiles softly as again his fingers trace one of the lines and Buck’s skin burns once more. Eddie voice is gentle, “I like them, they look good on you”

He knows what going to happen next and he might as well be honest when he asks.

Eddie seems to be in a trance, eyes and fingers mapping out the new patterns on his skin, he can’t possibly know what the feel of his fingers is doing to him. Eddie sees the one on his inner arm and Buck gives him access to that skin as well.

“This one?”

It would be better if he wasn’t blushing but he can’t do anything about that.

“That one’s for Chris… and you.”

Now it’s Eddie’s breath that catches and his eyes snap up from the circle and line on his flesh and now there nothing cool or professional in his eyes,

“Us?”

Buck wonders how he can ask in such a surprised tone, “Of course, you both have become really important to me.”

Eddie rushes to reply “You’re important to us too.”

And its really hard not to read anything into those words with Eddie’s eyes like that and his fingers moving like they are, soft and gentle, making his skin tingle.

Then Eddie’s whole hand then cups his side, finger splayed over his ribs and his head tilts to look at the forth of his tattoos.

“And this one?”

He swears in the silence of his head, or course he’d ask but that one’s Eddie’s and he doesn’t know if he dares say it out loud,

“Buck?”

Then he does dare because Eddie’s eyes are wide, when he looks, his pupils are blown. He’s breathing as hard as Buck. Suddenly Buck wants Eddie to know, wants him to see that he feels so strongly about him that the magic found it and seared it onto his skin forever. Buck fills his lungs and prepares to be brave.

“That’s yours.”

Buck sees the breath he takes and how it doesn’t escape again until, a hushed “Mine” slips out, the word is barely audible.

There nothing left to say but the truth “It’s yours because I’m yours.”

The heat from Eddie's hand seeps into his skin. Buck waits to see what will happen next.

Eddie lets his fingers trace the image slowly then presses his hand against his side, he doesn’t move it when he looks into his eyes, sparks of gold stirring in the brown “show me the last one?”

Buck turns, grateful for a moment away from the intensity of Eddie’s eyes and to think about what he can see in those velvet brown depths, he’s starting to hope but he’s scared to let that feeling take root.

Once again fingers trace a pattern that’s been put on his skin by magic and love, this one was harder to see himself but he’s managed to glimpse it, a bird, wings spread, its bones on display, strength and grace; freedom. This one’s his, he thinks it means he’s accepting he deserves to want things for himself and his desire to be free.

“It’s beautiful”

Eddie’s reverent tone makes Buck’s eyes close then fly open seconds later. He gasps out loud when Eddie presses his lips to it, kisses his skin for the first time, then does it again.

Or the moonlight pinky scene from good knight

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my-rose-tinted-glasses · 10 months ago

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My memory is terrible so I wanted to do a breakdown of my stuff every once in a while. Might be monthly, might be whenever I feel like it.

BL - Currently Watching

7 Days Before Valentine [11/12] - Unlike some other shows, this one is actually getting better towards the end. I appreciate that Sunshine did some self reflection and became a better human being and I really enjoy the visuals here. Also, 7 days before valentine we will watch the finale, so that's neat.

Cherry Magic Th [7/12]– I like what the thai version is doing with the source material, I think they are being really smart and I'm so happy I got to watch the shopping date and the helicopter ride that were missing from the japanese live action.

Cherry Magic Anime [4/12]– I'm enjoying all the parallels way too much. Part of me wishes that it had stayed closer to the manga but since I get that also from Thailand, I can't complain.

Cooking Crush [9/12]– My expectations weren’t as low as maybe other people because I'm a OffGun fan but I am enjoying this show way more than I thought. It’s so refreshing to see good communication and well rounded characters that are given the space to work stuff out and be honest with each other. I feel for Samsee, cause, been there.

Dead Friend Forever [6/12]– this show continues to surprise me every week. I’m a big horror and slasher fan so for the premise alone I was gonna watch it. But I’m liking the way they chose to structure this story, moving from the slasher bit to the past at that moment was really smart. The visuals are so strong in this and I’m enjoying the communal murdering impulses towards the original friend group.

Ossan's Love Returns [3/12] - It’s chaos but the kind that only Japan can get away with for me. That season opener alone would’ve made me stop watching if it wasn’t for that. But the thing about these characters for me is that they get to be this ridiculous because it’s all grounded in such heart and kindness towards each other. It's a balancing act that only Japan can deliver at this level.

Playboyy [10/14] – I applaud the effort to make something new and out of the bl box, I think the show is trying to talk about interesting things and there are moments where the visuals are very strong. However, the acting is the weakest part of the whole thing and so I cannot connect to the characters, which leaves the whole experience kinda empty for me.

Although I Love You, and You? [3/10]- Japan my beloved. What’s there to say? Sakae is my new favourite boy and I’m really enjoying these two bridging the gap in their personalities.

The Sign [10/12]– Phaya and Tharn are delightful. Yai is the bestest boy ever. But there’s too many loose threads considering we only have 2 episodes left. There’s still to much going on and the investigation part of it just seems too disconnected for me to care. I really hope they're not counting on a special or a second season to wrap this up.

BL - Finished

Last Twilight – No need to repeat myself. here and here

Love for Love's Sake - What a wonderful surprise this was. Yeo Woon is one of the most adorable characters of all time and I seriously cannot handle it. From the beginning there was always a cloud over the whole story and I think in the end it all came together really well, to give us a happy ending that feels earned. Also really appreciated the way the story dealt with the triangle. Most of the time I hate them with a passion so I was really happy that Sang Won didn't just disappear and stayed in the group and kept teasing Yeo Woon. And now I'm just suppose to move on?

Night Dream – I liked the beginning a lot, but, as it’s becoming increasingly frequent, it dipped as it approached the end and although I liked how it finished I wasn’t a fan of the path to get there. Time skip once again not used well.

Sahara Sensei to Toki-kun - I have not seen the finale yet but I didn't want to wait so I might update this post when I watch it. However, Toki is my favourite boy, and I just want him to be happy.

VIP Only – Cute but ultimately forgettable.

Rose Watches OJBL

So this month I started my journey into older jbl stuff in order to have a bigger understanding of the landscape and what came before. With the help of the amazing @twig-tea I've started this journey with 2 films: Ai no Kotodama (2008) - Such a wonderful way to start this adventure. Really enjoyed this film. Without spoiling it, I understand that the beginning of the film might turn some people off of it but I think it's actually really smart and purposeful. I would definitely recommend it.

No Touching At All (2014) - Also really enjoyed this one. The direction is really interesting I thought. I feel it's all very intentional and it reflects very well the characters state of mind.

And because Cherry Magic opened the anime gates I also watched:

Given (2019) - This is SO GOOD. This show rewired my brain. Just now I was listening to THE SONG and I got emotional again. Every once in a while I enter this mindset where I feel like nothing that I watch can surprise me anymore. Then I watched this show. My thoughts after watching can be found here.

Not BL - Watched this month

The Killing Vote Taxi Driver 2 Vigilante Fermat no Ryori

Well, that's it I guess. Now I have to go and make some Love for Love's Sake gifs because I just can't move on and need to live there a little longer. Speaking of gifs, I'm always happy to take gif requests so let me know.

💜💜💜

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formulaborb · 8 months ago

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Love triangle where the two love interests get together instead😁👀

a little late and sort of maybe a twist on the prompt but i am HERE

George sighed as he trudged into the main part of the lavish mansion he and the other finalists were staying in.

Or rather, finalist. One contestant left without a rose, which meant that just he and Lewis Hamilton remained.

Quite frankly, he wasn't really sure why he'd gone along with this whole reality TV show thing in the first place, but George with his painfully long romantic streak had really thought he'd fallen in love with the bachelor of the season, and why not? After all, the man was tall, handsome, funny, and a great chef to boot. When George had gone on his first date alone with the bachelor, he thought he was the one.

Now, though, despite competing for his love and affection against so many other potential love interests (and winning more often than not), George found himself... uninterested.

It was ridiculous - He'd gone on so many dates, shared kisses, dinners, and even spoke at length about how perfect this guy was for him. They had so many hobbies in common and were even from the same area. With just one potential lover left, George should be feeling more ready than ever to win his heart.

But the last love interest was Lewis, and Lewis was...

God, he hated him at first, but as the show wore on, George got to know him and couldn't help but like what he saw. How could he not? They lived in the same space for months and months on end, constantly interacting in competitions and at night when they collected more and more roses.

Lewis was strong-willed, with a fiery competitive streak, and was so addicted to adrenaline that George wondered how he hadn't given himself a heart attack yet. He was so incredibly different to George - enough that he should constantly grate at his nerves, and at first he did, but then...

Then George would see how soft Lewis got when talking about his family and home. Would see how gentle he was with others, even in the midst of competition, always checking to make sure everyone was alright. Lewis would remember little details about the bachelor, of course, but also the other contestants he got along with - George included. He couldn't help but be enamoured by it all, especially when Lewis would ask him about his home or about whatever hobby he'd talked about earlier on in the competition.

They were little things, practically forgettable, but George was moved.

Because the bachelor, for all his beauty and smarts and humour, couldn't even remember George's favourite food, despite constantly saying how deep their connection was and how they knew each other "inside and out". It was silly, but George figured he'd made it this far, so why shouldn't he expect a little more?

It was the night before the final rose, and George and Lewis had finished their last solo dates with the bachelor. George had gone on a long walk with him, sharing kisses and a luxurious dinner together, with George smiling and trying to ignore the constant cameras surrounding them. It was a perfect date, ideal, but despite it being everything George would love, he was bored.

He looked up as Lewis sat down in the living space, looking similarly tired and wondered.

"So... How did your date go?" George asked hesitantly. The two had gotten shockingly close during the show, but he still felt a little awkward asking about their dates.

Lewis shrugged. "It was nice."

"Just nice?"

"How was yours?" Lewis asked back, and George bit his lip.

"...It was nice."

The two sat in silence for a long while before Lewis sighed. "Hey. Don't... don't yell at me, okay?"

George blinked. "O-okay."

"Do... do you want to go on a walk? Outside maybe? The sky is clear and the stars are out." Lewis said softly, looking a little awkward, and George found it incredibly... cute.

"Sure. That sounds nice. I could use some fresh air."

Lewis smiled and the two headed outside, ignoring the quiet cameras that followed.

They walked along the outside of the mansion for a bit, chatting about everything and nothing at the same time, and George felt lighter than he had in months. With Lewis, he didn't feel like he had to perform, and he was a little surprised to realise just how much he'd morphed himself into an ideal of his personality to fit the bachelor's wants and needs. With Lewis, he didn't have to worry about saying something wrong that would lose him a rose.

Sitting down on a hill, the two looked up at the stars.

"It's nice to relax once in a while." Lewis said softly, and George gazed at him, admiring the way the moonlight lit up Lewis' side-profile.

Perhaps it was the moon, or nervousness about tomorrow, or any number of things, but George began to wonder.

He'd gotten to know Lewis just as much as the bachelor over the months, perhaps more so due to their constant proximity. He'd seen Lewis in all sorts of states, both beautiful and annoying. He'd gotten on Lewis' nerves and vice versa. Competed with him, laughed with him, cried with him.

Lewis turned to look at George, who didn't look away, and somehow understood that he was on the same page.

"Hey... don't yell at me, okay?" George said softly, and Lewis gave a gentle smile.

"Okay."

Heart beating in his chest, George leaned forward a little, closing his eyes and capturing Lewis' lips in his.

He felt his heart soar when Lewis kissed back.

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hard-core-super-star · 1 year ago

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get her back! [H.Steinfeld]

pairing: hailee steinfeld x reader

summary: you and hailee try to get your relationship back on track while shooting the sunkissing music video. it’s easier said than done though, especially since the line between love and hate blurs more and more every day.

warnings: still a chaotic mix of angst and fluff; stubborn idiots finally admit their feelings but keep arguing because it's easier than figuring out how to make things work; mentions of crappy PR stunts; R being lowkey petty + hailee being absolutely clueless why; some metaphors get repetitive but it's part of the plot, i promise

wordcount: 1.6k

a/n: this is part two to one step forward, three steps back. slightly inspired by both get him back! and logical by olivia rodrigo because guts has taken over my life in the best of ways. thank you for all the love and the requests for a part two, i see you and i am eternally grateful to all of you. i love writing about these stubborn idiots and i can only hope you enjoy reading about them just as much <3

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Working with Hailee and being in love with her are two very different things that should definitely not mix. Not just because it’s incredibly unprofessional but also because it’s way too easy to pretend like you’re mad at each other because of the work you’re doing and not the messy way you’re handling being back in each other’s lives.

It’s immature and stupid and somehow not surprising at all considering the way you two act around each other. You both know what you want and yet neither of you wants to be the first one to take that leap. Which just leaves you with moments like these.

“You know what your problem is?” Hailee asks, her eyes narrowed and filled with a certain fire you can’t quite explain.

You’ve been on set for the SunKissing music video for about an hour and you’re both already at each other’s throats. The entire week has been filled with random arguments, borderline ridiculous complaints, and total radio silence on Hailee’s part about your relationship. Radio silence that should make working with her easier just like all the times before.

Instead, it’s just become the newest reason for you to push her away again. And okay, maybe you’re still pissed about the countless articles you’ve had to read about a supposed ‘love triangle’ because, for some reason, Hailee’s PR team insists on keeping the QB story running. Everyone knows it’s faker than the brunette’s heterosexuality and yet you’re still here.

Fighting for her attention like always.

You force yourself to push those thoughts away and focus back on the conversation at hand.

“You."

“No. You don’t know how to let yourself be happy.” It suddenly dawns on you that you’re not arguing about the music video choreography anymore. “You can take it out on me and on the job and on whatever else you want to make yourself feel better but don’t act like everything's always my fault. You’re the one who said you’d give me a chance and yet you’ve spent the entire week looking for reasons to push me away.”

She's right.

You both know that.

Of course, she's right. Because at the very top of the list of reasons why Hailee Steinfeld is the most infuriating person you've ever met is the fact that she knows you.

She understands you in ways you never thought anyone would. And it's just as terrifying as it is wonderful.

It's exactly that mix of feelings that makes you react in the only way you know how.

You lash out at her despite the voice in your head that tells you to suck it up and apologize before you take things too far. “So, if it’s not your fault then whose is it? I’m not the one ignoring your existence the second you leave or letting people write articles based on ridiculous lies.”

She groans, the sound so out-of-character for her it almost makes you forget about your complaints. Almost but not quite.

“Putting up with stupid rumors is part of the job, y/n. It’s nothing new so why does it bother you so much?”

The question is valid. Or at least it would be if you hadn’t made your feelings explicitly clear the day you agreed to help her with the music video. You’ve worked with her for years, most of which have been spent straddling the line between friendship and relationship, but this time was supposed to be different.

In a way it was different. You couldn’t deny how you felt about Hailee anymore and you couldn’t act like it didn’t bother you how clueless she was still acting about it.

You swallow back your cutting remarks and instead mumble out the only thing you can think of. “You know why.”

She stares at you for a few seconds, her eyes seem to almost look through you as if she's trying to figure you out. You don’t know what she’s looking for since your feelings aren’t exactly a secret anymore.

The silence lasts a second too long and you decide to walk away before you make things worse. It’s a move you learned from the brunette herself and one that’s driven you down this dead-end road you can’t seem to escape from.

For a second it seems like she’s going to let you go without a fight but then you feel her grip your wrist. Her hold on you is surprisingly soft like she’s wordlessly begging you to stay despite how much better it would be for both of you if you just walked away now.

Unfortunately for the logical part of your brain, you’re never able to say no to those stupidly soft hands and ridiculously warm eyes.

You turn around to face her again, trying to act like the close proximity isn’t making your mind swim with bad ideas. You’re definitely the worst actress out of the two of you but at least the brunette doesn’t comment on it.

“You’re a jerk,” you whisper, your voice lacking the usual bite it carries when you’re trying to piss Hailee off.

“I literally haven’t said anything yet.” The subtle smile on her face makes your heart skip multiple beats in the span of a few seconds.

You wait a bit before you respond, distracting yourself by shrugging her hand off your wrist so you can hold onto it instead. Hailee doesn’t rush you, seemingly understanding the storm of feelings in your head better than you do.

“I know.” You tilt your head down to avoid those brown eyes you fell for all those years ago. “That’s the problem. All you have to do is look at me and I forget all the reasons why I’m mad at you…why dating you would never work.”

“I don’t think your feelings for me are the problem, y/n.”

You’re well aware of the way she’s redirecting the conversation back to the dumb argument you were having mere moments ago but you don’t fight against it. All you want is answers and if it takes you tearing down your walls for her so be it.

“Why? Because I’m the problem?”

“No.” Her voice is so quiet you have to force yourself to fully focus or risk missing out on her vulnerability. “It’s because I messed up so badly that you feel like you can’t trust me again.”

She’s right.

Again.

You wish you could say you were surprised.

Your silence speaks volumes, at least to her, and it’s not long before you feel her free hand nudging your face. You lean into her touch and let her tilt your head up until your eyes meet again. You don’t want to ruin the moment but the need to be witty outweighs your need for honesty. “Is this supposed to be an apology?”

The question earns you a chuckle and the sound is more than enough to ease some of the tension that’s gathered inside of your chest. “Something like that.”

She leans forward the slightest bit, giving you the chance to put space between the two of you if you want. You appreciate the gesture, and all the sweet parts of her it represents, but you’re tired of running. Tired of tiptoeing around a truth so obvious it’s painful to deny.

You lean in the rest of the way and gently press your lips against her.

It’s not exactly fear that holds you back. You’re trying to show her you want more than the fleeting moments of passion and the heated arguments. You want the real thing. Even if it means you’ll get hurt even worse in the process. Anything is better than the months you’ve spent ignoring her existence.

“I’m sorry,” she mumbles against your lips. “I’m an idiot and an asshole but I really, really, want to be with you. For real this time.”

You lean back just enough to properly look into her eyes again. “Hailee-”

“I know, I know.” She silences your worries with another sweet kiss. “I thought it would be easier if we took our time with this but it was just an excuse. I don’t think I know how to be with you if we’re not arguing about something stupid all the time.”

“That’s because you’re immature,” you reply with the tiniest of smirks on your face. “And an idiot. And annoying in all the best ways.”

“Is that supposed to be a compliment?”

This time you're the one who laughs. It's insane how quickly you can go from total sincerity to playful jabs at each other. If you're being honest though, that's exactly why you love her. Because neither of you has to hold back around the other, even when it's infuriating.

“It’s supposed to be me telling you I’m okay with taking things at your pace. As long as you stop acting like we’re just friends.”

“You don’t want to be my friend? I’m heartbroken, baby.”

“I’m going to leave if you don’t stop.”

“Okay, okay. I’m kidding. But what do you want to be? Just so we’re on the same page ‘cause-”

You roll your eyes and shut her up with your lips. You have a feeling that’s exactly what she wanted you to do but you’re not about to complain. Especially when it results in her wrapping her arms around you and pulling you close.

You don't have all the answers you wanted, and there's still a lot the two of you have to figure out, but one thing is obvious. You're in this together. No matter how much you annoy the other or how scary it is to be completely honest after years of lies.

She's with you. For real, for real.

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phantomoftheorpheum · 5 months ago

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PLL: OS (Summer School) Finale Live Notes.

*Spoilers for the entirety of PLL Summer School

Okay friends, we've come to end of the season! I took notes throughout the episode, so here they are, plus some post-episode thoughts.

I knew Kelly wouldn't be dead! Faran had no reason to arrive so quickly if she wasn't going to be able to save her.

Okay, not important, but Kelly's hair always looks so good when they let it be wavy, I hope she'll get that style more in season 3 (assuming there is one), which would also set her apart from Karen.

Y'all, istg if the Ravenswood namedrop means they're taking an actual supernatural angle with this, I will be the one rioting.

"They just kinda showed up outta nowhere. I mean, doesn't that Christian guy make horror masks?" hkhjsdhfjk Heartbreaking: The Worst Person You Know Just Made A Great Point. Jk, jk, I promise I do not actually hate Jen or think she's the worst person in the show, I just really hate the love triangle trope and the way this storyline has been handled and this made me laugh, and while this feels like a big deflection, yet again (like... as did you?), she seriously does have a point, someone SHOULD be bringing up the masks.

I actually love the bickering when people start accusing each other’s SOs. I do like that the girls are supportive of each other, but they need conflict, too. Also interesting to see what comes out when people are getting defensive.

Aaaaand there's another Scream reference. Tabby: Safety in numbers! but then Tabby, approximately 2 seconds later: Let's go individually investigate our suspicious love interests and then regroup! TABBY YOU ARE A HORROR NERD, YOU SHOULD KNOW BETTER!

If Johnny is not involved, he really is the CHILLEST dude on the planet.

Confirmation that the Bloody Rose murders were filmed! That's so validating. At this point in the episode, I'm leaning towards Wes and not Christian in this aspect. They're (the girls) too worried about Johnny and Christian, which wouldn't make either of them a major twist, and they have been literally 0% worried about Wes (which I still maintain makes absolutely no sense, considering what Tabby and Christian found at his place. & the main reason he ever dropped ever so slightly on my suspect list [he was still very, very up there] was how ridiculously HUGE of a red flag that should have been that it felt like it could be a set up, but then Tabby didn't get suspicious [which was also my biggest red flag with Christian, but now she is suspicious of him] so...)

I thought it would be a stabbing and not her smashing him on the head (I also thought it might be a nightmare), but I WAS right about my “rule of threes” and my prediction that Johnny was going to fail to talk down Imogen, after successfully doing so twice before.

I'm not convinced he's actually an antagonist because if he were, why the fuck would he hide bodies at the place he works, like that is a ridiculously bad move, but also if this kills him & he’s not bad, that’s gonna be so fucked & also Imogen could definitely go to jail. So. Idk what to believe yet.

Y’ALL, I swear to god these are my as I am watching notes & I absolutely did not realize how hilarious me calling Johnny “the CHILLEST dude on the planet,” was going to end up being. I know this scene is serious, but I just lost it, knowing how it related to my notes.

Okay, on a more serious note. Survivability is not looking great for Johnny. Also, Imogen, word of advice- when you find bodies in the freezer, LEAVE and call the police, don’t go confront the guy you believe murdered them!!!

Okay, pause. Tabby just fell down the stairs at Christian’s (knew that was coming, obviously) after finding a Davie mask (not surprised), but since we have half an hour left in the episode, I’m guessing this means that the frame job I thought was happening IS happening and it’s happening to Christian (Wes hired Christian specifically to frame him?) and Johnny, meaning Wes is likely the mastermind. Also, this makes me VERY suspicious of Jen. She pushed the girls towards Johnny and Christian and now there’s the perfect evidence to turn Imogen and Tabby against them?

Right. So I did not have on my bingo card that Rose Waters would actually get her face carved off, that was honestly more brutal than I was expecting.

The body on the altar is Pastor Malachi, which I’m a little disappointed about (in myself), but I did say he was the only one of the other victims that I could make any argument for being there, but I really thought it was going to be somebody important to Rose.

Okay, WELL, yes on Mrs. Langsberry and yes on Wes, but I did NOT expect him to take that mask off during the livestream. I really thought he was going to try to pin everything on someone else. I also don’t believe for a second he intends to let Tabby live, no matter what she says (though I do believe he would let her “seem” to live for the sake of the film, then kill her after).

Did Christian not just say they should go to the screening room because there are no doors? But then immediately direct them out of some exit doors? I think this is just silly writing & not actually nefarious, but rofl.

“Mickey is a sick fuck who wants to get caught!" It really is Scream 2! It really is! Except Tabby didn't have a "wavering because I'm not sure if I can trust my boyfriend and maybe I shouldn't untie him," equivalent moment, really.

I know they all did self defense, but that last guy Tabby took out looked like a video game takedown, lol. I would have probably believed it more with Faran, but I get it.

Well, at least Faran got to punch Bloody Rose.

I AM SO MAD AT MYSELF. Tabby and Christian have that whole convo about their favorite horror movie deaths and she brings up the pitchfork, and at the time I even thought, “I wonder if someone is gonna get stabbed with a pitchfork,” and then I chose not to bother to type that up and I cannot believe I did not type that up! Of all the useless crap I typed up and that's the thing I didn't bother to ever post about? I'm disappointed in myself.

Y’all, maybe one of you should stay with Tabby, like maybe you don’t need 4 of you to go into the cabin to check the Wes situation.

I do love the “they always come back” Scream reference with Wes’s death here.

Okay, but... why did he kidnap Dr. Sullivan? And why was Pastor Malachi on the altar? And we're not gonna talk about the tests? Like I get they were for the movie, but we're just not even gonna mention them? Because if Wes is using that footage for his film, then isn't it kind of a problem that they all survived because that very much does not make Tabby the typical sole final girl.

Uuuuummmm…. Like assuming we’ve had all the important reveals and not considering what they might write next season, Imogen really fucked up the Johnny situation, turns out that really was the chillest dude on the planet.

Whoa. Wait. After all that, we’re just getting it thrown at us that Dr. Sullivan is actually a total asshole?? It's wild that she was actually risking her license just to write a book and she hates all of them.

I mean, Archie not actually being dead is the least surprising thing ever. Obviously he was not actually dead.

So.... are the girls wearing the girls masks supposed to be the movie Tabby is imagining? Or are we actually supposed to be concerned about this?

Wow, okay, lots to digest.

Immediate Post-Finale Thoughts

I'm so tired and I stayed up super late to watch this, so I will probably do a "now I've had some time to think about it," post finale post later, but this will have to do for now.

Overall, I thought this was a fun finale! Personally I like this reveal much better than the Principal Clanton one.

However, there are so many loose threads, unresolved storylines, and randomly missing characters, so I'm gonna go over a few of those.

Ash just basically stopped existing. They say his name a couple of times, but him just not being in the finale at all felt weird.

Same goes for Greg, who I normally wouldn't miss, except they had all the Faran/Greg stuff last episode. I'm not sure why they cut most of that, but then left what they did in 2x07. It feels like maybe they felt they had to keep some of it because they wanted to show Faran missing Kelly's phone call, but they couldn't explain why Faran and Greg were out together if they didn't have their hookup earlier in the episode, but... I think it would have been cleaner to just cut all of that and just show Faran seeing the missed call without any explanation of why she missed it. I don't know. I think this was a pretty messy way to handle it.

-longest sigh in the world- you're telling me that the Shawn/Noa/Jen love triangle literally had absolutely nothing to do with anything and we spent that much time on it????? This kills me. I gave the writers too much of the benefit of the doubt on this one. I really, really thought they wouldn't do all of that and literally not have any of it matter. Is this really what they wrote? This isn't the edit? Blegh. This was such a waste of time of a plot point. Why did they bother to have Shawn in this plot line at all? You're telling me not only did I sit through 2 of my least favorite tropes (love triangle and infidelity) and you could have just written Shawn out between seasons and had the conflict be that Noa is enamored with Jen, but one (or more) of the girls don't trust her because she showed up out of nowhere (like she accuses Christian and Johnny of doing) and keeps lying about things? But instead they did this? And for what? So Noa can call someone to hot wire a car? Because we didn't even get any drama out of it (aside from Noa smashing Shawn's car and the little bit of bickering in this episode) because the girls were immediately supportive and Shawn's reaction was relegated to some angry weightlifting. What the fuck? This was a huge miss, imo.

So... It seems like a lot of Imogen's stuff was only there to set up her attacking Johnny. Like the whole babysitting Estelle sequence never comes back around (but this is the first time Johnny sees her panicking with a knife), and the stuff with her dad and Rebecca didn't matter, except for the fact that Johnny also talks her down when she has a knife. Hm.

So? How long were those bodies in the freezer and what was the point of putting them there if Wes wanted to get caught anyway? Because surely Johnny would notice if they'd been there a long time, but also they weren't trying to frame him (poor dude got hit on the head with a wrench by his girlfriend and then locked in a freezer with 3 dead bodies), so?

I wish we'd gotten a little more explanation of Wes's plan. I still don't really get why he kidnapped Dr. Sullivan and tied her up in the shack. Where was that going?

Am I just super sleep deprived, or did all this just not have any connection to the Waters family lore, aside from Wes killing Rose (I think she's dead) and appropriating the Waters family story for the film? Also, how does his reveal work, since he's just suddenly not in character? Like what the hell is Wes's film?

Who/what did the snake in Imogen's poster represent? WAS it Dr. Sullivan and Wes knew about the book? I can't think of why it would be there, otherwise. This stuff feels quite messy to me.

I have a hard time believing Mrs. Beasley is just not going to be an abusive piece of crap any longer, but it's nice to see Kelly with the other girls.

How did SpookySpaghetti get all the girl's new phone numbers? That was not made clear.

Do we think there was someone else we know who was involved (I mean that they've actually planned for, not that they will retcon in later) that didn't get caught?

So the three figures in the poster are Wes as Archie, Mrs. Langsberry as Rose, and Chip? as the skeleton? I assume?

I do feel pleased that I called the combo of "someone making a movie and a mother avenging her dead child," but I'm a little disappointed a love interest didn't get revealed as evil, and also I thought the "mother" would be a bit more unhinged than Mrs. Langsberry ended up being. Like obviously she is committing a bunch of murders at Wes' direction, so not a shining example of rational thinking, and she's in denial about Chip, but I thought the "mother" was going to be fully delusional, tbh.

Am I still a little sad that they didn't find a way to shoehorn in a musical moment for Antonio? Yeah, a little, but he's alive so there's always possibly next season. (To be clear, I do not want them to do a musical episode, like please no, I just was hoping they do karaoke at some point this season or something, though I had no expectation of that fitting into the finale).

Season 3 renewal announcement soon?

Okay, I'm sure there's more, but I'm super exhausted and I need time to mentally digest this.

As usual, if you have any thoughts/feelings you want to share, feel free to shoot me an ask!

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bunnysnuff · 2 months ago

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Chapter 1.

Pairing: Charlie spring x F!twin!Reader (siblings), Charlie spring x nick Nelson, nick Nelson x F!reader.

Triggers warning: future love triangle, reader and Charlie are siblings. Wrote in the First Point of view. Reader is Female.

Masterlist.

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Summary: Dear Charlie, we shared the same womb; I love you. I’m sorry.

was a Tuesday afternoon, the kind of day that felt like a thousand others. The air was warm but not too hot, a faint breeze rustling through the trees outside as I sat on the front steps of our house, waiting for my brother Charlie to get home. School had just ended, and I was half-heartedly scrolling through my phone, trying to distract myself from the anticipation of meeting Charlie’s new friend—the mysterious Nick Nelson.

Charlie had been talking about Nick for weeks, ever since he’d transferred to our school. I hadn’t met him yet, but from everything Charlie had said, I’d gotten the impression that Nick was some sort of golden boy—captain of the rugby team, effortlessly charming, and, of course, “the nicest guy ever.” Charlie hadn’t stopped gushing about him, which had been kind of annoying but also, I’ll admit, made me a little curious.

Charlie wasn’t the type to get overly excited about people, so for him to be this enthusiastic about someone meant Nick must be something special. Still, I hadn’t really thought much of it—until Charlie had invited him over.

I heard the crunch of gravel as a familiar sound—the heavy thud of my brother’s school bag hitting the ground—came from the sidewalk. I looked up just in time to see Charlie walking toward me, his usual slightly tousled hair and worn-out sneakers giving him that casually cool look he never really tried to have but always managed to pull off.

But I wasn’t looking at Charlie. Walking beside him was Nick.

And, yeah, okay, I could kind of see what Charlie meant.

Nick was taller than Charlie, with broad shoulders and a rugby player’s build, his light brown hair catching the sunlight in a way that made it look almost golden. His smile was warm and easy, the kind that made you feel like you were the only person in the world when he looked at you. He was the kind of guy who probably had no idea just how attractive he was—which, of course, only made him more attractive.

"Hey," Charlie called, waving as they approached. "This is Nick."

Nick grinned at me, sticking out his hand with a friendly confidence that was somehow both disarming and infuriating. "Hey, I’m Nick. You must be Charlie’s sister."

"Yeah, I’m—" I stammered, momentarily caught off guard by the brightness of his smile. "Uh, I’m [Your Name]. Nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you too," Nick said, his handshake firm but not too strong. His hand was warm, and for a second, I had the ridiculous thought that I didn’t want to let go.

"Nick’s going to hang out with us for a bit," Charlie explained, not picking up on the weird tension that had suddenly settled over me. "We thought we’d play some video games or something."

"Sounds good," I muttered, my mind racing as I followed them inside.

As we settled in the living room, I couldn’t help but steal glances at Nick. It wasn’t just that he was handsome—though, let’s be real, he definitely was. There was something about him, a kind of presence that drew you in without even trying. And the way he talked to Charlie, laughing and joking like they’d been friends for years, made me feel like I was watching something I wasn’t supposed to.

Charlie had always been my closest friend. Even though we were different in a lot of ways—Charlie, always more laid-back and easygoing, while I was more intense, more competitive—we’d always had each other’s backs. But now, seeing him with Nick, I felt this unfamiliar pang of jealousy. It wasn’t that I didn’t want Charlie to have friends, but there was something about Nick that made me feel…off balance.

As the afternoon wore on, we all played video games, the banter light and fun. Charlie and Nick were in their element, laughing together as they teased each other over their virtual victories. I tried to join in, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was on the outside looking in. Worse, I couldn’t stop my eyes from drifting to Nick whenever he wasn’t looking. There was something about him that made my heart race, something I didn’t quite know how to handle.

At one point, Nick caught me staring, and for a moment, our eyes locked. He smiled, but there was something in his expression—something like curiosity. I looked away, heat creeping up my neck.

After a while, we paused the game for a snack break. Charlie got up to grab some drinks, leaving me alone with Nick. The silence that settled between us wasn’t exactly uncomfortable, but it wasn’t easy either.

"So," Nick said, turning to me with that disarming smile again. "You into rugby too, like Charlie?"

"Not really," I admitted, shrugging. "More into basketball, honestly."

"Cool," Nick nodded, his gaze steady. "I’ve always thought basketball seemed fun, but I’m terrible at it."

"Maybe I’ll have to show you sometime," I said before I could stop myself, my heart pounding at how casually the words had slipped out.

Nick’s eyes flickered with amusement. "I’d like that."

Before I could respond, Charlie returned with drinks, his usual bright smile plastered on his face as he handed us cans of soda.

"You guys getting along okay?" Charlie asked, glancing between us, completely oblivious to the silent undercurrent of tension.

"Yeah, your sisters cool," Nick said, winking at me, and I felt my stomach flip.

"Of course she is," Charlie grinned, throwing his arm around me in that casual, brotherly way that was both affectionate and a little annoying. “She’s my twin alright.”

As we sat back down, I couldn’t help but feel conflicted. There was this sudden, sharp awareness of Nick—of how I’d started to want his attention, even though Charlie clearly already had it. And I didn’t know how to feel about that. I wasn’t used to competing with my brother for something—someone—I wanted.

The rest of the day passed in a blur of laughter and video games, but that unspoken tension never left. By the time Nick left, I felt like I had spent the entire day trying to ignore something that was slowly growing between us. Something I wasn’t sure how to handle.

As the door clicked shut behind him, Charlie turned to me, grinning.

"See? I told you he’s great."

I forced a smile. "Yeah, he’s…something."

But as I walked up to my room later that night, my mind kept racing, the memory of Nick’s smile lingering longer than it should have. I had a sinking feeling that this was only the beginning of something much more complicated than I was ready for.

And the worst part?

Charlie had no idea.

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Diary Entry 1.

Dear Charlie,

I need to get this off my chest, and you’re the only one I can really talk to about it. Today was… different. Nick Nelson came over, and I have to admit, he’s just as charming as you’ve said. He’s funny and confident, and I can see why you’ve been raving about him for weeks.

But I don’t know how to explain this feeling I have. When we were all hanging out, I felt like I was on the outside looking in, like you two shared some secret language that I wasn’t a part of. I’m happy you’ve made a new friend, but there was this weird tug of jealousy in my gut that I wasn’t expecting.

He looked at me like I was more than just your sister, and I can’t shake the feeling that I might have liked it a little too much. It’s confusing. I want you to be happy, but I also want to feel like I matter in this new dynamic.

I guess what I’m trying to say is… how do I fit into all of this? Can we still be the same as we’ve always been, even with Nick around? I’m worried things are changing, and I don’t want to lose our connection.

Anyway, I just needed to vent.

Love you,

[Your Name].

#heartstopper imagines #heartstopper x reader #heartstopper season 2 #nick nelson #nick Nelson x reader #nick Nelson imagines #nick Nelson x Charlie spring #Charlie spring #Charlie spring x reader #Charlie spring x twin!reader #charlie spring imagine #tw love triangle

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boolpropper · 1 year ago

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A Quick Refresh!

Boy okay SO. It's been like 5 months since I've touched this game or posted about it. Here's a summary of my active hoods so as to spare everyone from a million posts of many months old drafts and for my own good LMAO. Read below for details!

Pleasantview While I've updated most of the premade hoods, I'm playing Pleasantview the most because I love being a homewrecker. There's a supernatural turf war brewing between resurrected alien Bella and vampire Mortimer because that's absolutely fucking ridiculous and awesome. Also, all the premade teens are in college and mingling with SSU premades. Greek life is a mess of love triangles (accurate to real life I think) based on what I last posted there! MAJOR UPDATES:

Don Lothario and Mary Sue are having a fling against all odds. It is definitely just physical. Also, Don went out with Goopy and it was very funny because Goopy got SUPER pissed at Don for being a two-timer. Er, 7-timer.

Cassie and Darren are married, with one alien hybrid baby and one human baby on the way. Dirk is in college and feels really weird about his dad remarrying and has a hard time connecting with Cassandra or the alien baby...understandably. Oh, did I mention Cassie is a witch?

The Caliente/Broke household is...broken? Something is wrong with the lot they're on so I'll have to figure that out BUT. Nina runs a gym and continues to flirt with every single eligible person on the planet. Dina and Brandi got married and have combined their households.

The Burbs are coping with Lucy growing up and developing a temper, and are raising a somewhat unexpected baby.

Daniel Pleasant and Kaylynn Langerak had a pretty dramatic falling out. They are both living on their own and trying to make ends meet.

Frogpoint Frogpoint is my BACP set vaguely in a 1970s/80s zeitgeist. You have to suspend your disbelief a little. Right now it's still in early stages with just three families (and I'm building a university since the eldest teen is about to age up), so there's nothing too funky going on yet.

Rita and Lewis Radisson, the young couple, just had a baby. The first born-in-game sim!

The Sikes are a wealthy family on the edge of town with of course a very rambunctious and counter-cultural daughter. I cannot wait for her to go to art school.

Finally, there's a commune of young adults near the not very well hidden secret government lab complex. Something something Cold War something something.

Damerel Damerel is my medieval hood that loosely follows the Warwickshire Challenge rules + my own rules. There's a lot going on and still several families I haven't introduced. It's busy. The last family I posted about was the Brewers family, which is HELL to play -- operating a business AND wrangling like seven grillion bajillion children, AND satisfying a lecherous patriarch. But I think the blacksmith is up next in my drafts!

There's a university being built (at no cost of course because the coffers of the crown are boundless) because the heir to the throne is incredibly depressed that he didn't attend.

The Blacksmith household is led by Jaco, a gruff and down to earth craftsman. He looks after two apprentices, Seamus and Allie. Seamus is hopelessly in love with Maud, one of the brewers.

The Bards are my lesbian songstress queens and I love them. I roll a random event for every household and theirs was to get pregnant SO that's pretty swag

#ts2 #the sims #sims 2 #the sims 2 #ts2 pleasantview #sims stories #ts2 gameplay #ts2 university #bacp #ts2 bacp #sims medieval #sims warwickshire challenge

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noa-ciharu · 2 years ago

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It's me 😎😎 with the ship questions-----// i bet you know which pair i will ask(?)

Ofc I know ;D

Ship it like FedEx

1) What made you ship them?

Actually once I got into X fandom I started shipping fuukam by default. I mean:

I'd be a fool to miss all that homoeroticism. However I didn't start shipping fuukam for real until I reread X last spring. It's a little bit complex what made me ship them so much and it overlaps with what's my favorite thing about them so I'll explain there.

2) What's your favorite thing about them?

In all honestly? Complexity of their relationship.

Of course, this is partially due to plot of X and particularly due to their dynamic.

What always got to me about their early X relationship was how tender and based on comfort it was. Kamui is someone with fear share of troubles, both imposed by his fate as Kamui and ones induced by his personality (and trauma). Yet even when he pushes those he cares about away he still craves comfort - which Fuuma provided effortlessly. Also most of the time Fuuma couldn't rly solve all of Kamui's problems but he often promised to protect Kamui in whichever way he could; also was physically very affectionate. Really, the number of times they've touched over few volumes prior to Fuuma's transformation is ridiculous. They just can't keep hands of one another, and not just in sexual manner, but rather gentle and comforting way of touching. Physical touch is love language of theirs

However once Kamui chose his fate and Fuuma fell into role of Dragon of Earth, their relationship took on a rather tainted and complex turn. And while it's easy to say homoerotic aspects of their late X relationship are most intriguing I'd disagree on that - it's the yearning and devotion that truly got me hooked onto fuukam

Despite all the pain and tragedy Kamui had been through, he still cannot give up on Fuuma. Obsessive and maladjusted emotional response yes, but X at its core is a story about deeply troubled and tragically individuals. In Clamp's works, having a wish translates to having a reason to live. If Kamui were to give up on Fuuma he wouldn't have anything to push him forward, nothing he would wish for. Hence even in moments of doubt, even when Fuuma hurts him and those around him, Kamui cannot stop wishing.

Now what's interesting is that Kamui is the only one who insists doe!Kamui is 'Fuuma' so it's sort of rly complex love triangle situation: Kamui years for old Fuuma and refuses to accept person in front of himself. Which leads me to another question: what is doe!Kamui precisely? And that's a million dollars question because X is unfortunately on hiatus

Alright, it was clear as day Kamui was obsessed/yearning for Fuuma, but what about doe!Kamui?

It's his expression when he thinks about Kamui that speak the most.

My working theory is that Fuuma's wish is for Kamui to continue existing no matter what (similar to what Yuuko wishes for Watanuki); that Kamui prioritizes himself first and actually wishes to live for himself. Because in process of loving 'Fuuma', Kamui lost sight of himself and ended up hurting Fuuma in process. Now I don't have answer for why doe!Kamui hurt Kamui in the first place, but if theory of doe!Kamui representing Kamui's subconsciousness/shadow self is correct, then it's possible part of Kamui's self-destructiveness is portrayed that way. Or doe!Kamui's version of 'love' involves trauma for life...

So yes, it's the psychological aspects of their twisted relationship that's most intriguing to me. Doe!Kamui is someone who's akin to Judgment arcana, someone who's above humanity (while possessing little of humanity himself - his connection to Kamui) and has insight into their psyche. He has tremendous of awareness of human's nature as well as self awareness. Kamui on other hand, he's in denial about own wish; it's probably so ego dystonic for him to conscious think about that he pushed it deep into subconsciousness. Doe!Kamui wants him to realize that wish, as well as accept him as other Kamui, rather than 'Fuuma'.

So many questions, not enough answers 😭 I'm a brainstormer so I doubt I'll ever move from this fandom until I get proper answers for what was going on with Fuuma and Kamui, be it via clamp or some amazing fan theory

Also im forever in love with the way 'Fuuma' looks at Kamui here:

Such emotional and conflicting expression I cri ;-;

3) do you have any unpopular opinion about them?

Hmm, not really about their relationship per se, but I wouldn't count theories I had about various X plot stuff because I don't even see X theories nowadays 😂😭 so I wouldn't even know if it's popular or unpopular opinion to have. I once read theory that deep down Kamui's wish was to bring destruction to the world and even if there's nothing too solid in canon to confirm that theory kinda stuck with me.

But beside that I sort of noticed fuukam isn't rly popular in clamp fandom? Honestly at times when I post about them or write fics I sometimes feel like in screaming into void ;-; I get X fandom is old and that ships like fuukam aren't everyone's cup of tea, but I wish fuukam was at least a little bit more popular; like on douwata level maybe, maybe even seisub level of popularity would be fine. X is one of clamp's most popular series, I get that fandom isn't enormous but sometimes it feel like a graveyard 😔 on other hand I'm always pleasantly surprised whenever I see fan arts, headcanons or fics about fuukam (or even just Fuuma).

#thanks for ask #i hope this makes some sense #fuukam #x/1999

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theoptimisticdaydreamer · 2 years ago

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It is rare that the ending is the most aggravating part of the drama. Love to Hate You did exactly this. I flew through this show in a matter of days and loved so much about it. I love the honest communication between the FL and ML, the lack of a love triangle, the chemistry between the FL and the ML, not dragging out any storylines, the bromance between the ML and the 2ML, and the hilarious older actress character Soo-jin. I was not expecting the ridiculous shenanigans of the final episode. The only thing that saved the final episode was the fact that they got back together and there is a happy ending. Everything leading up to that point made me want to tear my hair out.

This has definitely turned into a comfort romance drama that I will happily rewatch. Except fast forward through the entire 10th episode until the end because it is stupid.

~~~Rant Incoming~~~

I had such high hopes in the beginning because after the reveal that FL had a colorful dating past, the FL and the ML decided to date in secret and lie that they had broken up. Woo- don’t let the rest of the world decide your relationship when you are happily together. Now, in the year of 2023 and the fact that in real-life actors have successfully dated in secret for MONTHS, if not YEARS, and that at this point the ML is an established actor and the FL is a successful lawyer...their actions after this decision make no freaking sense. When you are dating in secret, and your “break-up” is fresh public gossip, YOU DO NOT GO TO EAT IN A CROWDED RESTAURANT. YOU DO NOT GO OUT FOR KARAOKE.

THEY SHOULD KNOW HOW TO BE FREAKING DISCREET.

If they had flown under the radar for a couple of months, it would have all worked itself out. Its not like they couldn’t have a dating life together in private for heaven’s sake. He has a second house and a car (though really should get a second car that is not bright blue and more discreet). There could be dates on the beach, in the park, in SECLUDED LOCATIONS. They could go out to eat in restaurants in rural towns run by people who don’t give a damn that he is a popular actor. But nooooooooooooooo.

The FL runs into the rabid mob otherwise known as the ML’s “fans”. The audacity of these bitches. I despised them the entire season and wring their necks in the final episode. Get a life already.

Then he holds a press conference. He states directly that he shouldn’t stop living his life just to please his fans. He proposes (!!!) to her during this press conference. This also gave me a lot of confidence that they were going to do away with the break-up-for-stupid-reasons troupe. Honestly, this would have worked. If you draw from present-day reality, it is a growing trend where popular actors/celebrities/idols write letters to their fans that straight up say I’m getting married, having a baby and I’m very happy. And there is support for them. Support from people who know where to draw the line in their love for a famous person. And once the support for his relationship changes enough in the public eye, the brands will also cave. It would have worked.

Until the FL, in the second burst of stupidity this entire show (the first being that she believed he was dating an minor based on one scene only and running with it and not stopping to fact check whatsoever), decides to BREAK UP WITH HIM during this live broadcast press conference. What is frustrating is up until this point, they TALKED TO ONE ANOTHER before making decisons that impacted the both of us. Yet all of a sudden, she is making this huge decision for the both of them, NEVER TALKING TO HIM ABOUT IT BEFOREHAND, acting like its the best for the both of them (she can’t possibly know this). She didn’t give him A CHOICE. Also the fact that this was not done privately really rubs me wrong. Also, SHE NEVER APOLOGIZES FOR THIS. Even when they get back together, she never admits any freaking fault in breaking them up in the first place- not making decisions for the both of them, not essentially discarding him and blindsiding him with the breakup (which is exactly what his first love did which was the source of all of his relationship trauma).

It is so incredibly stupid. SO FUCKING STUPID.

And then she doesn’t talk to him for a month?! What!

It also really bothers me when she never answers him when he asks her “circumstances can always change, so what’s different now, what changed”. Because if this happens again, what will be her response? Will she act rashly without talking things out with him? Will she assume that she knows whats best for the both of them but actually foolishly break both of their hearts in the process? Circumstances changed with his first love and that lead her to reporting him as a stalker out of fear of what being in a relationship would do to her image. I’m not saying that the FL is going to report the ML for stalking but she has not proven that she is anything but a fair-weather lover. When the going gets tough, she gets gone (WHICH IS CONTRARY TO HER ENTIRE CHARACTER).

Their reconciliation conversation is honestly one-sided when it shouldn’t be. She asks him why he’s here then if he’s going to break up with her because he didn’t need to do that in person. That makes no fucking sense because she literally broke up with him during the press conference. They were no longer together after that. That’s how breakups work (especially with the added humiliation of being broken up with on live TV after proposing to someone). He rightfully points out that she was the one who closed their chapter. She then says nothing else and he says everything. She is the one who should be doing all the talking.

SHE NEVER TAKES ANY ACCOUNTABILITY FOR HER WRONGS NOR SAYS ANYTHING THAT SHOWS THAT HER FEELINGS FOR HIM ARE STRONGER NOW AND SHE IS NO LONGER AS EASILY SHAKEN.

When he pushes her to give him answers (which he wholeheartedly deserves). She either says nothing, acts like a SIMPERING WOUNDED RABBIT, or AS IF ITS HIS FAULT (when she punches him for “being mean” I wanted to whack her with a newspaper-- she caused more emotional damage hands down). The nerve.

If you are going to write the breakup to be so nonsensical, you should have the respect for the ML and the FL and their relationship up until that point to write the reconciliation BETTER. She should have apologized and given an indication that things will be different and I die on that hill.

Also for her to be so proud of it later is insulting honestly.

Their reconciliation hug was very sweet (all of their affectionate scenes were) but that came down to the actor’s chemistry and physical acting and had little to do with the script itself.

What was also against her character was how the guys at the law firm had to “save” her public image. I’m surprised she didn’t defend herself considering she is headstrong and violence-prone in literally every other aspect of her life. It was nice though that they came to her defense and supported her in the sense that they had her back after beginning the season being wary and distrustful of her. I wish it would have happened a different way is all- one where she sticks up for herself first.

The romance between the 2FL and the 2ML was forced and annoying. They possess absolutely no chemistry and I would have prefered more scenes of the ML and the FL. The 2FL grated on my nerves more and more as the season went on (so freaking shallow and romance obsessed with nothing else to her character) and by the end, I wanted to reach in and drag her off the screen. Also, that public girlfriend-proposal was so uncomfortable to watch. I don’t know how he thought that was a good idea but I can guarantee you that at least 75% of women on this planet (which is a high enough % to freaking STOP) don’t like public proposals (especially featuring complete strangers).The feeling of public pressure and scrutiny is unbearable. She was visibly uncomfortable and he’s was like where is my answer. There was no convincing conversation before hand. Based off of the conversations they have had up until this point, absolutely nothing screams relationship ready. To be honest, the 2FL needed to find joy in her own company first.

I am happy that they didn’t forget about Choi Soo-jin considering that was the entire reason the FL got hired in the first place. I am glad that after 10 episodes we can see her successfully finish her job for her first client.

Final critique (that applies to the whole show in general), is that I am not a big fan of the overuse of alcohol. Yes, I get that drinking is a big part of Korean culture but it was completely unnecessary to exist to the extent it did in this show. Alcohol should not be necessary alongside every single social interaction. You can have a good time without alcohol. You don’t need to turn towards alcohol every single time you are sad. Can the media stop showcasing people self-soothing with alcohol? It implies that alcohol is necessary when it really isn’t.

All in all, a surprisingly enjoyable romantic comedy that delivered on both the romance and the comedy. Just think that the entire 10th episode could have been rewritten to do the characters and the storyline justice.

#love to hate you kdrama #love to hate you #comfort rom com drama #except through the entire final episode away #and rewrite it because wtf was that #contrary to their characters and their relationship up until that point #devoted to one another and communicated honestly with one another until she didn't #FL headstrong about everything until all of a sudden she wasn;t #the FL shouldn't have become a fair-weather lover #not a big fan of the lack of her accountability for emotional damage #APOLOGIZE #but their chemistry was AMAZING #10 out of 10 #yoo teo #kim ok bin #thank you for the lack of love triangles #and unnecessary painful relationship drama #until the aforementioned last episode which we will forget exists in its entirety thank you #easy enjoyable watch

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scenetocause · 1 year ago

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SHIP OPINION or something adjacent to it… when you rotate alex albon in your head who comes to mind? have you ever vibed with chalex? i luv their little flirty giggly thing like maybe it’s not DEEP but they bring each other little bits of joy. if you happen to have thoughts i would like to hear them!

alex is so incredibly polycule coded in my head. whether it's girlfriend swapping with george or the classic milky way situation with george and lando (thank you ao3 user sirius for my LIFE)

i sort of never think of charles for some reason except when i need someone to do depraved things with carlos. BUT chalex is very important. charles likes alex soooooo much it's really embarrassing and he was all over it when they were streaming in lockdown but he still does it now. like seeing alex is the most exciting thing possible and you know what, he's right.

charles, who's all, y'know. charles. il predestinato, the pain of being the one true ferrari driver, painted scarlet in agony and just as much in victory. charles is in awe of alex. clearly alex has a hell of a presence because like, lando was a little alex fanboy too and george likes alex a ridiculous amount but alex is god to charles in a way no one seemed to be. when he first arrived in f1, especially when he get to ferrari, he wasn't reverential to lewis and sebastian he just wanted to beat them. his attitude to alex, though, is worshipful. charles needs alex to like him even more than he needs every other human being on earth to love him, which is a lot. charles' thing for alex is irrational, unreasonable, a crush on a deep level that alex is a safe person to have it on because he'll brush it away and not feed on it. charles loves alex like someone in thrall to the supernatural and alex makes him a cup of tea or something and asks how the piano's going.

i don't think i can actually write any chalex so here's an old ultra-deep-cut actual fic of some alex/george/lando that got deleted a few years back. warning: features double penetration, background carlando, probably loads of errors cus it was the writing on my phone era after le grand concussion.

The little fucker is glowing. George knows he looks good, Alex obviously looks great but Lando is like a blushing bride, lit up and joyful and uninhibited in showing it. It's the same way he's always been, even when it used to be for just them.

It doesn't require genius detective work to know who's sparking Lando up now. George and Alex had never exactly broken up with Lando but they'd consciously made space around him for whatever was going on with Carlos. They were there when he reached out, never far but far enough to let Lando decide what he wanted.

And that had made them a bit less three and more two-and-one, which had always seemed almost inevitable but frustrated George. If they could solve the geometry of their triangle through some magical thinking, anything would be possible, surely?

But Lando is glowing like he's been lavished with attention, cackly laughter barely contained and with the sort of flush George knows isn't only post-coital but also anticipatory, bubbling with the affection Lando needs to want to go there. It makes him proud - and jealous.

He nudges Alex's knee with his own, gestures with a subtle movement of his thumb and appreciates Alex's eye roll. In between the tests, Alex will tell him he's an idiot. He'll push George into his own bedsheets and fuck him until George can't think about missing when there was three, only the join of two and George is grateful, so much but Alex must equally know he needs this jealous moment. A last gasp at possession, an acknowledgement of the loss.

Lando, small and annoying goblin that he is, had been a warm weight between them - vulnerability by proxy when neither of them could show it yet, eager to get fucked and cuddled and say the things that scared the shit out of them all, quietly, cradled between Alex and George after. Fears about their careers and lives and love that would've been too stark, said by anyone actually capable of articulating them.

But they're not rookies at this anymore. Alex has held him, crying and cum-stained and vice versa and the crutch Lando's inherent wobbliness had excused them had turned into proper support. At which point, George had to admit he just really missed kissing the little git.

He pokes Alex's thigh again, expecting another eye-roll but instead gets a micro-second of a hand covering his before Alex is obnoxiously manspreading, rubbing his knees against both George and Lando's and when the orange-clad body on the end looks round, his face and the glow in it is all for them.

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"I've missed you wankers." Lando swearing, unless it's with his hands clenched in sheets and hair messily crushed into a pillow, soaked in sweat, still sounds ridiculous. George pulls him tight against himself anyway, dragging Alex behind Lando.

"Thought you had some sexy new boy to keep you busy," Alex thwacks his arm and George knows he's being ridiculous but sometimes, from the back of the grid, he's not envious of them but he wants just as greedily as they both do.

Lando has to nearly climb his shoulders for a kiss, demanding and reassuring. "Yeah well I thought you'd gone off without me and you know I hate that."

Alex tuts at the pair of them, smoothing soothing hands down them both. This is how it works - front runner comforts midfield and backmarker in everything, from when Lando had to learn the finer points of lasting more than five seconds in bed to Alex getting taught how to relax enough to not need to charm everything into being his way and George's own lessons that in this, too, he could be patient.

"Carlos is good to you, yeah?" George feels guilty that it hadn't even occurred to him,too caught up in how obviously the most annoying big spoon in history had gone to wriggle every five seconds against someone else's neck. Carlos has a girlfriend or something, he's pretty sure.

"Yeah." Lando hides his face against George's jacket, lets them bracket him underneath this fire escape, as comfortable as ever without an exit route.

"Ok mate. I just miss shagging you, Alex never comes forty seconds after I get my cock in him." Both of them hit him, for that, "Oi, this is an abusive relationship."

Lando shushes him, snuggles closer. "You can still shag me, you giant moron."

Alex's hand moves to George's cheek, smoothing a thumb down his jaw, "That would be nice. I can't keep up with George's stamina alone."

Landos hand stretches up to cup Alex's as they all lean in, George's arms around both their thin waists. "What about tonight?"

Their joined-hand slap is more of a stroke and the kisses more than make up for it.

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Lando wears a nice shirt, like he's making an effort, which is frankly weird. It makes George's cock twitch, though, where the buttons are a little undone and he thinks about the times they've wrestled each other out of suits, Lando's fingers at George's collar while Alex pulls off his jacket, both their hands working his trousers open until Lando knelt in front of George, wet-mouthed and with Alex's hand in his hair.

"You still with us, G?" Alex has looked up from kissing Lando and they're a picture, one unusually well-groomed and the other in one of George's t-shirts that somehow doesn't fit despite their similar proportions, hanging off one of Alex's shoulders.

"Yeah. I was thinking about the Autosport Awards." Lando blushes, hides against Alex's chest and holds a hand out blindly, fingers reaching to George.

It had been one of the last times of three and Lando had disappeared after, made himself scarce from Alex's huge bed. George had been worried they'd hurt him, until he saw the Insta stories about shopping with Carlos and nestled down against a tanned chest, let Alex comfort them both about it.

After was one thing, the before, though.

Alex teases Lando's face up, with strong fingers, as George takes his outstretched hand. "Do you think you could be up for that, tonight?"

Lando looks uncertainly between them. "I can try - it's been. You know. Carlos doesn't fuck me, so."

George is suddenly harder than he's ever been in his life, "You don't have to."

Lando reels George in by their joined hands, puts George's fingers against his crotch to show him, "I want to."

Alex grumbles at them stealing all the attention between them and George has to kiss him for a bit, Alex's tongue in his mouth while his fingers play over Lando's cock through his jeans.

Something shifts and he realises Alex has picked Lando up, the youngest's legs round his waist to bring him up to their height, "Hey."

Alex looks dreamy, gazing into George's eyes before he looks to Lando. "Ready?"

"Might need some lube and stuff first but yeah." George can't help laughing - yeah, they probably will. He goes to find it, while Alex carries Lando to the bed and they go about undressing each other. "Leave his shirt on, I want that."

Alex looks up, his hands around Lando's thighs where he's yanking fabric down, an expression that's almost dangerously hungry, playful. "Whose?"

George slides onto the bed with a thud, lines himself up on his back next to Lando so they can hold hands while they're looking up at Alex. "Not the guy wearing my manky old Quiksilver from, what, F4?"

Lando grins, grabbing at George for kisses while Alex dispatches his jeans. "Oh G, that's hot - get naked."

Alex has always been the voyeur of the three, loved George and Lando's showoff tendencies and farbeit for him to resist an opportunity to take his top off. Especially with his boyfriend's (plural maybe, still) eyes on him, hot and dark and wanting.

That's what George likes, has always liked about this. The reassurance of not one but two, able to get deeply lost in them both and as he settles back down, Lando spreading his legs while Alex opens the lube George passed him seconds ago, George feels less possessive and more possessed, letting Lando grab at him and bite his shoulder when clever, elegant fingers disappear beneath him.

"Oh, we missed you." George trails his fingers over quivering abs, half-cradling Lando. Neither of the rest of them would try this, more seasoned at the art of knowing not to be frustrated by their limits while Lando still refuses to have any. "How does he feel, Alex?"

Lando writhes, annoyed George isn't kissing him and he acquiesced while Alex is commentating, feeling what he's doing to Lando through their tongues and lips. "Same as always, like someone made the perfect twink who's a total slut for your dick."

Lando breaks the kiss, grabbing at George's face but looking at Alex "It's not just his dick."

Alex leans down, placatingly kissing at Lando's chest as he must do something pretty good, that's a little bit on the edge. Lando arches up, makes a strangled noise and reaches for George's body, Alex's shoulder, "Fuck - fuck. I like your dick too, fuck's sake, I just. Fuck, Alex, please."

Lando is not capable of saying it, right now or ever but George basks in the incoherent affection, reaches out for Alex's dick to stroke him, make him shiver while he's still readying Lando.

"Oh fuck, G. Lando, keep talking and it's gonna be me coming first." Alex squeezes more lube out, both hands going between Lando's legs and the resulting gibberish out of the smaller man makes George's heart swell, watching Alex enraptured by it.

"Fuck, god, it's so much - it's so good, Alex I need you. I need you both, fuck, I missed you. Oh god, fuck me - George, please, I want you too." It's surprisingly actual-word-like, from Lando, maybe Carlos has been teaching him to use them rather than animal whimpers and soft noises that'd never fall out of him or Alex. Probably. Even if they had three of Alex's right fingers and one of his left, wrapped around George's index finger where he's stretched down to get involved, inside them.

"You want to try?" Lando whimpers, nods, mutters 'yes' and turns ragdoll between them as their fingers leave him, manhandled onto George's lap because he's bigger and it's easiest this way.

George hold a hand out for Alex, joining fingers over Lando's hip while he more helps the smallest of them onto him than fucks in, loosely fisting Lando's cock for some contented noises while he settles against George's shoulder. "Ok?"

"Very OK." George's cock twitches - and he knows Lando will have felt it - when Lando sweetly kisses under his jaw, across his collarbone. "Alex?"

Alex is looking down at them, fond and frankly, thirsty. "Fuck each other for a bit - I've missed watching you."

George doesn't need telling twice to thrust up into Lando, knowing he's more than ready. Alex is a little less keen to be fucked unless he's in the mood, which is fine and makes it so special between them. But there's something very appealing about someone who's really, really into it - and George is really trying not to let his mind wander to how the fuck Carlos isn't doing this all day - and Lando is so pliant and responsive in his arms, crying out and pushing back and using George for support.

When he feels Alex's fingers at his own balls, he slows - Lando whines about it but George remembers him liking what came next, so for the sake of both their dicks aching for a minute they can wait.

"Touch his dick, G," Alex's fingers are slick and wet against the base of George's cock, then alongside the shaft, in Lando.

"Fuck, no-" everyone stops "-no, no not no that, don't touch my dick or I'll cum. Sorry. Argh, Alex, do it."

Lando's voice is shaking, his thighs are trembling and when George brings one arm around him, supporting him, his whole body is a tremor through which George feels Alex push in, while their linked hands squeeze and dicks nudge together and George has to throw his head back and whine, delirious.

It's not really fucking, like this, just frantic little movements between them and gasps as they push each other into the support. George can feel Alex's legs shaking almost as badly as Lando's, as his own, Lando using a hand on George's chest to push himself back and make Alex grab at George, frantic with something while his other hand curls round Lando's chest, holding him.

It's barely like sex, too much - like a litany is what George keeps thinking but he has absolutely no idea what that means because his brain is glitching between the pressure of Lando's body and Alex's cock and his balls feel so tight he can't help it when it happens, crying out while he comes in Lando and over Alex's cock.

"So much for stamina," Alex is holding Lando up, over George, their dicks still inside him. "Wank him off, I'll be quick."

Lando sighs, content, eyes closed while Alex fucks him, "I like when you talk over me, like 'mm a toy."

It sounds so wrong, George's post-orgasmic state not as caught up in the filthiness as they are except that Lando says it with such affection he can't help moving his hand faster, tighter, desperate to get Lando to come as he sees Alex bite down on his shoulder, rough and broken in the noise he makes.

Lando is quiet when he comes, easily his least plausible trait if it weren't George knows he wanks off about seven times a day still and paddocks don't leave you much privacy. It's messy - all of them were, everything is, especially George's thighs where it's all leaked down and Lando must be a disaster but he can't do anything but bring them both down for a cuddle.

They have to be careful, Alex spooning Lando while George - clearly the designated jizz sponge for the night - lets him curl up against his collarbone, nuzzling Alex over Lando's head.

It's not a circle, it won't be even in every direction all the time, morphing and pulling but F1 isn't about equals, it's about finding what works.

#emptyhalf fic

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Please help me! I keep seeing odd black fluttering at the corner of my eye (when they’re open, it’s NOT my eyelashes) and I’m used to seeing full blown hallucinations in front of me. It’s really freaking me out. This combined with the patternicity (I’m shape delusion anon) is driving me crazy. I’m really scared. REALLY. And I’m struggling to go my kitchen and get water to hydrate myself because I’m scared there may be something (an entity) in there. I know I’m crazy, but this is getting too much. How do I control the fear? I’m really scared. I’m so scared I want to scream and cry and feel like I’m going to suffocate any minute from the fear. What can I do !! Anything, any tips, any thing to make me feel better, please just say it!! I won’t take those meds ever, but I’ll do anything else you say. I just want to control the fear! I love you, bye!!

Hi anon!! Sorry I didn't get back to you yet, I'm copying in your previous ask as well, so as to respond to both!

Previous ask:

"Ok well i am psychotic for sure and I can’t stand patterns of any kind, especially ones of squares or triangles because i hallucinate those shapes half of the days i live and i get scared like it’s a sign of something bad or as if the world isn’t real (I hallucinate delusional stuff like that)…. Please tell me how to deal with that. Please say “you are delusional” or something…. I try to be logical but it’s hard. I just want someone to say i will be ok or something"

Ok so first off!! Take a deep breath!! No, really, I know this suggestion will sound ridiculous when compared with your amount of distress, but I cannot overstate the importance of taking deep breaths and sitting down and allowing the stress to be limited to the symptoms, rather than adding the fear of the symptoms on top as well.

The first step is the physical. To get enough air. Enough calories, enough liquid. Enough sleep, if possible.

There's this really fucking annoying thing about health stuff of any kind, where it exists on two scales. What is the level of distress inherent in the symptom? And what is the distress associated with/caused by the symtom on a meta level.

In that way, to someone who is not presently psychotic, or has a history of psychosis (or other relevant health concern, including health anxiety), seeing odd black fluttering at the corner of their eyes would not be as distressing. They would think "huh, what an odd visual effect. I should keep an eye on it, and if it doesn't go away I should probably get it checked out by a doctor".

But that would be the end of it, bc the symtom doesn't signify anything beyond itself. To you, it is distressing bc you associate it with psychosis, loss of control and confusion.

I think it's important to take a deep breath and try to take a step back, and remind yourself of what is dangerous vs. what is distressing.

So on a very objective level, anything that has the potential to bring you physical harm is dangerous. Struggling to eat and hydrate can be dangerous. Things that would encourage you to harm yourself is dangerous. Etc.

In that way what I'm getting at is that many psychotic symptoms fall into the category of distressing and mentally harmful, but not all of them lead to physical danger to your person. It doesn't mean that you don't/can't feel that you are in danger physically and respond accordingly. It doesn't mean that the experience is inherently less scary than if you were in physical danger.

But it IS important to try to remember that the hallucinations won't hurt you physically, and that the physically dangerous part of thinking there is an entity is not the entity itself, but if the belief keeps you from staying safe and healthy on other terms.

I know where you are at, I know it all too well, so please believe that I speak with the utmost compassion to your state of mind.

Yes, anon. You are experiencing hallucinations and delusions. And yes, you are going to be ok eventually. And no, I am not going to have an opinion on whether you should take meds, that is YOUR choice.

I myself have specific patterns that upset me and trigger me. In the past I would become obsessed with these patterns to the point that anything would remind me of them, I would see them in any other pattern, my mind would conjure them for me as intrusive images alone in the dark of my mind. I couldn't let the obsession go, and it became part of my belief system. My way of being.

The patterns still trigger me to this day, but I am no longer afraid of being triggered. I don't obsess about avoiding the patterns, or about what my reaction 'really implies'. It just is what it is.

Anxiety, in a psychological sense, is often not a constructive emotion to engage with head-on. The anxiety itself makes it seem like the matter must be dealt with promptly, but in actuality, it often serves us better to let it rage. To view it with compassion, but not give it more credit than what it is due.

Brains are like horses. They panic about weird shit at irregular intervals. And we want to treat it with compassion, and there are ways to help the matter, but it should not be treated as a reflection of an objective, rational truth (about the horse's psyche, or about the world).

My point is.. I suppose. Try to look at things individually. Try not to stress about whether you are psychotic or not, just try to evaluate your experiences on the level of "is this causing be to behave in a way that is dangerous", "is this causing me distress in and of itself" or "is this primarily causing distress on a meta level of 'this is not normal and indicates a pattern of something bad' ".

And most importantly, I am sending my compassion your way. And my hope, born out of knowledge and experience, that you will be ok.

That this too, shall pass. That you will learn, and you will grow, and the skittish horse part of your brain, like mine, will respond to the care that you treat it with.

If you have any way to access a good therapist who knows how to help people with psychosis, therapy can absolutely help, it's a myth that psychosis only responds to medication. In terms of treatment, you should always feel safe, and you should have your agency respected. And this includes that no one can or should force you to work with any kind of mh precessional until you would be ready and want it for yourself.

I wish you the best of luck anon!!! I believe that you are safe, and I hope that you too, will one day soon feel safe.

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kaleb-is-definitely-sane · 2 years ago

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hardback or paperback: Hardback! Paperbacks break sooo easily and it’s annoying. 2 of my bibles no longer have faces. It’s ridiculous.

Borrow or buy: Buy. As much as I love libraries and think that we must do whatever we can to keep them open, i personally prefer to buy. I can’t be held responsible if i want to annotate or if my demonic angelic sisters rip a page,

fantasy or sci-fi: Fantasy 100%! Give me magic and foreign countries and magical politics and magic folks vs non-magic folks

love-triangle or love at first sight: Love at first sight. We do we need to pit women/men against each other. Have 2 people fall in love, deny it, and get pushed together by those around them (yes, i just read Much Ado About Nothing)

Wall shelves or bookcases: BOTH! I unfortunately have a (singular, one) bookshelf that my mom some how thought would be big enough. Like i told her i would help build it in order to assure it was big enough. But alas we haven’t reached that stage yet.

Bad plot with good characters or good plot with bad characters: I could care less about the plot. I love PJO. Not for the plot (though it is fantastic) but for the characters. How they interact. The themes they bring to the table. Make me fall in love with the characters i’ll stay for anything

Harry Potter or Percy Jackson: I have to go with PJO (srry Kate). It’s just funnier and the themes just strike me personally much harder.

Booklr or Bookstagram: Booklr. Tumblr is the only socials i have (does goodreads count 😂).

Contemporaries or Fantasy:

English books or books in your native language: My native language is english soo… 😂. I would like to read everybook in it’s authors original language tho.

Buy in a bookshop or buy online: Practically online is better. But if you’re a bibliophile you are (shockingly) definitely not practical! People think booklovers are these hyper smart, practical, sense (rather than sensibility) people but it’s quite the opposite. We’re emotional wrecks! The linger we live the more we know we’ll never know love or contentment cause we simply require too much. And we’😂 That’s a post all in it’s self. But yeah im definitely a bookstore person. I go in the store and I’m suddenly on a quest, sent by some benevolent ruler to find a book waste spend too much money on books and return home to please the ruler (myself) by reading rather than eating/sleeping/doing literally anything

amazon or book depository: Book depository

buy because of the cover or because of the description: Description. I go on goodreads. Read description. Read review and then i go to find the book. Never am I concerned about the cover. In fact i try to avoid thinking about it at all lest i chicken out cause i fear being made fun of for buying a book with flowers and women on it (i speak of little women. I saw this super cute cover with 4 girls and a floral design but i was scared of being made fun of and didn’t get it. I’m still ashamed.

Alphabetical shelves or colour coordinated: Neither! Organized by favorites.

different sized books or matching sizes: I prefer matching sizes cause if everything in my room will be a mess at least my bookshelf can be straight but alas… that’s not happening 😂

wait to marathon a series or read as they’re released

movie or tv adaptations: TV always TV. Every (1 or 2) Chapter = Episode.

zombies or vampires: When you get to the core of it (and the origins of their mythologies they’re both sympathetic. Zombies had their spirits/souls taken captive by evil voodoo sorcerers (think The Shadow Man from Princess and Frog) and were made slaves. Devoid of an afterlife in heaven or hell. But whereas human slaves can die to escape. Zombies couldn’t die. And thus not even death — the great equalizer — can save them. Vampires meanwhile are immortal meaning they make themselves “heartless” in order to avoid getting heartbroken. Falling in love, befriending for year after year, age after age, watching them die time and time again. Immortality (on earth not in heaven) is truly a curse.

Reading indoors or outdoors: I mostly read indoors but i love to read outdoors as well. As long as it’s not cold. Which it usually isn’t (cause i live in the South) but strangely — or i suppose not so strangely #global warming — the weather has been getting colder and the rain has been weird so i’ll be inside.

coffee or tea: I drink water, darling.

bookmarks or random objects to mark your page: Why would i soend money on bookmarks (a mistake i made a few years ago) when im too lazy to use them anyway! Is that a sticker/phone/other book/pillow/pencil/pen/charger/acorn/string/leaf (♥️)? No its a bookmark

dog-earing or bookmarks: Bookmarks 🔖 ♥️

Be your favourite character or be their best friend: Be their best friend for sure!

physical or e-book: Physical all the way ♥️

Read in bed or on a chair: Anywhere. In a box. With a fox. In a chair. With sky blue hair. On a train. In the rain. In my bed. Receiving… uhhh… nvm

audiobook or ebook: Ebook

series or stand-alones: Series! It motivates me to read and it motivates me to dive deeper into a story.

Reading in the winter or reading in the summer: Probably winter. It’s colder so i can just stay in, cuddle, bundle, and read

@princess-paramour id don’t know why tumblr is heing stupid fkr me right now but i couldn’t post your ask so here it is

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