#my friend wrote a thing that reminded me of it

[bratbarzal]

for ur valentines blurb pretty please these prompts with quinn hughes ☺️😘

¹⁾ “you really planned this?! remind me how you’re single, again?”

⁴⁾ “c’mon, like i need an excuse to spend time with you.”

⁵⁾ “i can’t help but think that this is a little more effort than someone would normally put in for their friend.”

✩‧₊˚ bratbarzal's valentines event!˚₊‧✩

idk why I give prompts and then continue to go off script but I honestly think I have a problem with being told what to do lmao. something about scripted sentence cuts a creative wire in my brain. THE SENTIMENT OF WHAT I WROTE IS THE SAME!!!!! I promise. also I like this one lmao!! I hope you like it too thanks for requesting!! and stacking the prompts is very cool gave me a nice little story to follow I love it!!! I wrote this whole thing and realised I didn't mention valentines once, but it's belated, so..... we're going to pretend it's okay I've decided on your behalf thanks love you

this ended up at 3.4k words lol - warnings for fade to black type smut, slightly angsty

Quinn: you coming over tonight?

A text from him has never filled you with anxiety like this.

But then again, for as long as the two of you have been friends, you've never actively avoided Quinn until now.

Monday had been one word answers, Tuesday had been emojis, Wednesday had been reactions, and Thursday had been radio silence, because he hadn't texted you, anyway.

It's not that you're mad at him. You wish you could be mad - wish you had any reason other than your own shame to be turning down all attempts at contact. But instead, all you can think when you see his name is how much you had fucked everything up the last time you saw him.

You: idk

And only because you feel instantly bad about how short that is, you immediately follow up with:

You: work has kicked my ass this week

You see the little dots keep popping up, and you're only torturing yourself to watch them come and go as he figures out what to say - how to salvage what you'd so carelessly made a gigantic mess of only last weekend.

You should really just say yes, you think - be the bigger person. Fridays have been your thing, all season. The day of the week he most frequently has the night off, and an end to your usually-hectic work-week, it has just made sense for the two of you to hang out, to make a routine of doing so.

Bailing on him is harsh, you know that. And with such a weak excuse too - you've had much worse times in your job, and it's never come between the two of you before.

And you know that he knows what you're doing. It's obvious. It's just whether he's in any mood to try and recover whatever scraps of your friendship still remain. Whether he even cares, anymore.

Quinn: please?

The two minutes it took for him to type just one word dragged longer than they ever have in your life, and you blink at your phone screen as you see the dots jump up again.

You chew nervously at your lip and wait, tapping your foot against the side of your desk and watching this time as it stays.

Quinn: I've already bought enough to cook for us both

He's such a guilt tripper.

You sigh, typing back and sending an immediate response, figuring a week of the bare minimum is punishment enough without blanking him or making him wait.

You: okay

A heart pops up below your message almost immediately, the reaction only worsening your anxiety at the thought of how hard keeping your distance is.

You: I'm finishing later than usual, should be there around 8

Quinn: ok I'll have dinner ready for then!

--

You knock on Quinn's door a little after 8pm - still in your work clothes, although that is usually how you come over, in your defence. Quinn loans you something comfy, and you usually change, but changing means staying over, and you're kind of trying to avoid all that again.

So when he welcomes you in, you awkwardly pat at his back as he tries to embrace you, before hovering around the kitchen instead of making your way back to his room.

He frowns a little as he watches you - he's in a hoodie and sweats, settled in now for the night with no intentions of getting back up once the two of you have eventually sunk down into the couch together - and waits a second to see if you're just on a delay, if you're just beat from work, like you said.

"I left a change of clothes for you on my bed," he says once he realises you aren't shifting, glancing quickly at you before he starts to busy himself with dishing up dinner.

"I'm good," you tell him, short, with a tight lipped smile sent his way when his eyes meet yours, narrowed in curiosity.

You're wearing a skirt and heels, for Christ's sake, and a blouse that's a little too restrictive around your shoulders. You've been in them all day, too. Of course you aren't good, and of course he knows that, but he drops it, a resigned nod and an awkward shift of his gaze back to the task at hand, spooning an assortment of green vegetables beside the rice on your plate.

You chance a good look at him while he's distracted - his hair soft, pushed back messily in a way that makes it flop straight back into place, and he looks a little tired, but he's had a long week, too. Back in training, pushing himself, dealing with a best friend who isn't reciprocating his energy. He's probably exhausted.

His jaw is clenched as he finishes the meal off, clattering utensils a little louder the longer you're quiet, and letting out heavy sighs when he's clearly growing more frustrated with how little you're giving back.

"How was work?" he tries, reaching into the draw and retrieving a knife and fork for the two of you.

"Long," you sigh, offering a small smile when he looks over to let him know that this particular instance of a short response isn't personal. You are genuinely exhausted - you'd worked an extra long day, just to get a major project finished, and, if you're honest, you're just ready for bed. "Glad it's the weekend, I'm probably gonna hit my pillow tonight and not see tomorrow."

The initial spark that lit up in his eyes when you started speaking a full sentence to him dulled immediately when he realised that you had all intentions of going home.

"You're not staying over?"

"I can hardly sleep here until Sunday, Quinn, that would be insane." Like you haven't spent consecutive days around his apartment, before. Like you haven't spent weeks with him back at his lake house in Michigan in the summer. Like the two of you didn't isolate together when you both got covid, probably from each other.

He nods, brief and sharp, jaw tensing again as he mutters out a bitter, "Right."

God, this is hard.

"Do you want me to carry anything?" You ask, trying to be helpful, just to make yourself feel better.

He wordlessly hands over the cutlery before turning to grab both plates on his own, nodding for you to make your way out of the kitchen for him to follow.

You do as he asks, holding the door for him so he doesn't struggle, stepping nervously behind him as he guides you through to where he's set the dining table up.

His curtains are drawn, a picturesque view of the nightlife of downtown Vancouver, twinkling city lights and the distant flash of vehicles passing by below stands as the most perfect backdrop to his set-up - the table candle-lit, a vase of fresh flowers in the middle, wine glasses and a salad bowl situated around the nice placemats you'd made him buy the last time the two of you went shopping together.

You hesitate when you get a little closer, eyeing up the setting reluctantly as Quinn places the plates in your retrospective places.

He's usually neat when it comes to his dinner table - usually likes to set things up so that they look nice, placemats, coasters. cutlery and napkins - but it's never like this.

"What's all this?" You ask, meeting his eye as he leans across the table to place down the knives and forks you hand to him.

"You said you had a bad week," he shrugs, "Wanted to do something nice."

He shuffles around you, the light placement of his hand on your hip as he does so jolting you toward the table, head swivelling to watch him disappear back toward the kitchen.

"You planned this?" you call after him, turning to look down at everything - a meal that he cooked, something nutritious and filling, knowing you wouldn't have the energy to make as much yourself, pretty flowers, and a calm, ambient atmosphere flooding the room. Your fingers poke softly at the petals on the flowers, lifting them a little to get a better look, mindful of the roses in the arrangement, careful not to be pricked by their thorns. "And you said you didn't think you'd be a good boyfriend,"

The latter sentence is muttered to yourself more than anything, a remembrance of something he'd said a while ago now - something that had always been in the back of your mind when you considered anything more - but your heart drops when you hear him chuckle from not too far behind, spinning on your heels to look at him, wide-eyed and apologetic. "I didnt-,"

“It’s fine,” he assures you, dipping his head but still keeping his gaze on yours, “Wine?”

He holds the bottle up in one hand, and your mouth goes a little dry at the sight of the label, mind going straight back to this time last week, when you had shared a few glasses with him. When things had gone too far.

Quinn's hands were holding you in place on his lap, soft fingers slipping under the hem of his sweatshirt that you wore, sliding up to press into the warm skin of your back, rocking you on his lap as his tongue swiped languidly against your own.

You couldn't quite tell whose mouth the taste of plummy Malbec sat within, but at that point, you didn't care - you'd both drunk enough of it to find yourselves in such a situation, you were at equal fault.

Not that any of it felt wrong in the moment, his hips bucking up as you straddled his thighs, your fingers clutching where his hair grew thick at the back of his neck. Quinn was humming soft, delicious groans straight between your lips, his own closing around your tongue as he sucked on it - all other bodily movements frantic and stuttered until he was repositioning the two of you, laying you back on the couch and gripping the elastic waist of your sweatpants.

It can't have been wrong - not with how easy it all unfolded, your hips lifting until he slid your bottoms off, his fingertips sneaking their beneath the hem of your panties - too drunk to care how sexy they might have been, never expecting to have to even consider such a thing around Quinn - all the while his mouth pressing firm, bruising kisses to your own.

"I shouldn't, I'm driving," you mumble, a soft shake of your head supposed to let him down easy, and to bring your senses back to the present, but his frown just deepens, the crease between his eyebrows now almost a fold.

"You can stay, you know," he tells you, pouring his own glass. "I don't care if you sleep until Sunday, it's not like you haven't spent the weekend before."

"I don't know," You sit cautiously in your seat, watching as he lowers into his own, face morphing into a hard scowl before he lets out a heavy sigh. "What?"

"It's like you've been making excuses not to hang out."

"Or maybe you've been making excuses to hang out," you retort, cringing yourself at how stupid it sounds, looking down into your lap as you place your napkin there so that he can't see the visible curl of your features.

"That doesn't even make sense," you know that, obviously, but you've been avoiding him for a reason - you don't want to have this conversation. You're not ready. "I don't need an excuse, we're friends, it's what friends do."

And God, you wish he'd just stop saying it. It's getting annoying now, your jaw tensing as you huff a short breath out, still keeping your head down to avoid him reading you like an open book - a book that may as well be pictures, at this point, or written for children with the most basic reading comprehension, one sentence per page and clear as day.

"What friends do," you mutter, in disbelief. He's one to talk about what friends do.

Friends don't do what you did last week.

Quinn's body had pretty much completely flopped onto yours, his chest rising and falling in heavy pants, but still careful enough not to bare all his weight on you so that yours could do the same.

Your skin felt clammy all over, baby hairs sticking to the back of your neck and your forehead, your neck slick from where his lips had been pressing all into it, sucking and nipping and you swear you'd even felt the glorious scratch of teeth at one point, and the heat of him above you was doing little to remedy the feeling.

You brought a hand up, almost absent-mindedly, to scratch softly at the back of his head as he came down, an overwhelming dizziness gripping at your eyelids, pulling you down as you felt him follow.

"You're making me feel like I'm going crazy," you sigh, "You can't seriously set all this up and not realise that it's way more effort than anyone would normally put in for someone that's just a friend,"

"You're not just anything," he counters, "When did I say you were just anything?"

He looks annoyed, that much is obvious - and yeah, you've technically been avoiding him, just like he assumes, but he was the one who made you feel like you had to.

A soft, sleepy groan was the first sound that brought you into consciousness the next morning - raspy and thick, and so close to your ear that the feeling of it buzzed the whole way down to your toes.

Then came unassuming movements, a twist of his torso, a shuffle of his hips, the stretch of his legs, all of which had been pressed right against all the same parts of your body - the sticky warmth of him catching your skin and rousing you fully from your sleep.

His arms tightened their hold around you before you really thought he knew what he was doing - a lethargic sigh huffing from his nostrils as he got comfortable again - and you had maybe a solid minute in his embrace until he fully came to.

The two of you were naked, one of the throws from the back of the couch draped lazily over your modesty, but that didn't really matter when you could feel the heavy press of him all over - your chest, your stomach, your hips, your thighs.

His fingers tightened, pressing a little into your waist before his touch disappeared completely. Before he was retreating, untangling himself from your body and sitting up. You felt the couch move as he shuffled around doing God-knows-what - felt the soft drape of the throw back over your body, and the whoosh of cold that followed and refused to leave.

When you dared to open your eyes, he was sat on the other side, leaning over, head in his hands after shrugging his boxers back on.

"Quinn?" you asked, your own voice thick with sleep, straightening to face him properly and rubbing at your eyes until they focused. "What's going on?"

"How much did we have to drink last night?"

Your heart dropped at the question, but your eyes floated over to the coffee table, two empty bottles standing on the other side. "A lot, I guess."

"Shit," he cursed, pushing himself up and pacing in front of the couch, refusing to look at you. "Fuck."

"Q, you're making me dizzy."

"I just," he stopped in place and scratched at the back of his neck, eyes lowering down your body in a way that made heat creep back up your neck, and your shoulders practically fold in on themselves consciously. "I didn't mean for it to go that far."

Your lips parted, although you didn't really know what to say to that. All you could do was nod, stuttered and slow, your gaze shifting too until it landed on the carpeted rug in front of him, focusing too hard on the pattern. "It's fine."

You could feel the weight of his stormy stare, but you couldn't look up - too afraid of rejection, too afraid of regret.

"We're friends, you know, you're-,"

"I know," you confirmed, not needing to hear how he didn't ever intend to be anything more. "We were drunk, Q, it's fine."

Your attempt at a reassuring smile probably looked a little more like a grimace, but you were saved probably by the fact that the two of you had had a lot to drink, and you were honestly a little queasy.

And maybe it had been the cold hard slap of rejection you woke up to that made you feel that way - after years of wanting more with Quinn - but he didn't need to know that. Not if he was already 10 toes deep into a regret spiral so soon after opening his eyes.

"We're friends."

"You said it last Saturday," you frown, "Saturday morning."

"No, you said we were drunk. I said we were friends, but you cut me off-,"

"Yeah, 'cause I didn't really want the first thing you said to me that morning to be that you made a mistake!"

"And here you are again, cutting me off!" his voice is a little raised now - so unlike the soft-spoken Quinn you're used to - easy going and well natured. "I can't win with you, you're either avoiding me like the plague, or you're not letting me speak, either way, I can't clear all this up!"

"What's there to clear up?" you scoff, "I don't need you to hold my hand and give me the full speech, okay, I get it, you don't want to be anything more than-," your body is jolted quickly by the sudden scrape of your chair across the floor, Quinn's grip firm on the leg as he pulls, "Hey, what are you-,"

And he's at the perfect height, then, to meet your lips once you're close enough, his hand leaving the chair to grip at your face - hold you in place so that you can't protest, can't cut him off in this, too, like you have been doing with every other way he's tried to communicate his feelings for you.

His kiss feels familiar, achingly so, the swipe of his tongue soft at the parting of your lips, his own mouth closing in a soft pressure against yours, over and over at a disorienting intensity - all thoughts melting away at his endeavour.

When he pulls away, he keeps his hands in place, watching intently as your eyes flutter open, and you slowly sink back into consciousness, pupils blown when they meet his, intense in their focus on you.

"You're really important to me."

You frown, because your brain will only allow you to process that as the start of rejection - followed by, which is why we can't go further - but that's not the direction Quinn is taking this.

"I wanted to do all of this right. That's why I freaked out last week. I didn't want you to think it was a drunken mistake."

Oh.

You're still a little dazed from the kiss, if you're honest, and so you find yourself blinking slowly back at him, mouth bopping open and closed while you figure out what to say.

"What?" Is all that comes out when you find your voice, watching as he rolls his eyes - part exasperated, part amused.

"Now you have nothing to say?" He scoffs, thumb swiping gently at your cheek as if to show you he's kidding. "I like you. I have for a while, and I want to be more than friends. I want you to stay at my place whenever you come over, and wear my clothes, and eat my food, and drink my wine," he lists, dipping his head closer and closer until you're face to face, a mere inch or two from him kissing you again. "And I want you to sleep here until Sunday. Maybe even after."

"Okay." you respond - the kind of one word answer you've been throwing his way to avoid getting hurt all week. And because you feel guilty, you add, "I want all that, too."

He breathes out a sigh of relief, closing his eyes and smiling slowly - an infectious kind of smile, that has you doing it right back, noses just brushing before you kiss him, again.

Stone cold sober, no longer looking to avoid your feelings, with the intention of being so much more than his friend.

[whatifitis]

♡ 150 reasons - LN 4 ♡

Summary: 150 reasons why lando loves you

Author's note: idk i thought it'd be nice

CW: literally just fluff

Hi baby!! :D

I saw this trend on tiktok just now and wanted to do it for you. I love you a lot and you know how hard it is for me to show it sometimes. I thought this could be a nice small way to at least show you a bit of how much I love you. My love for you knows no boundaries. <3

P.S. if there’s any misspelings dont say shit cause im dyslexic and you know that :(

Your smile

Your eyes

The way your eyes sparekl all the time

Your rosy cheeks

Your wavy hair (you hate it but u love it)

Your heart

Your brain

Your patience with evrything (including me)

Your honesty

Your inteligence

Your humor

The way you’re always there for anyone. Doesnt mater if u know them well or not

You always listen to people and help them when they need it even if your tired

You challenge me and help me become a better person

You never judge me

You make me feel safe

You believe in me, even when idont

You inspire me everyday whether it’s work related or just life in general

You’ve seen teh good and the bad in me and you still love me

You laugh at all my jokes even if they suck

You’re my best friend (🎶you can hear it in the silence🎶)

You respect my space when i need it, even if i go about it awfully (when writing ‘about it’ i accidentally wrote ‘tit’ :I)

You give the best fucking hugs 

When i get anxious, you always help me, even if it’s just when you sit with me and help me breathe 

You took the time to learn about me and my mental struggles so that you could help me better

You make life so much more better 

You remind me that i’m worth more than i think i do

You chose me

You make me blush and happy

Your music taste is amazing as well (btw i got us tickets to see Noah Kahan)

You’re like my personal google and dictionary

You get along with my family

My mum loves you (i think she loves u more than she loves me ngl)

You get along with max and you mock sometimes and it makes me laugh so much

You stay even if im mean and dont deserve it

You sacrifice a lot

You always put others before you 

You don’t mind my gaming (even when i keep you up late with my screaming)

You always listen to me talk about the things i like 

You hold my hand in public (it sounds stupid but it makes sense ok so shut it) <3

You never give up on me

You bring out the best in me

Max said he hadn’t seen me so happy until i met you

You make me feel lucky to have u

You support my career and stuff even though it gets really hard sometimes

You make the bad days better

You make everyday better as well, not just the bad ones

You never make me feel bad or ashamed about feeling certain ways

You always validate me when i need it

You never lie to me

You always tell me straight up when im the one in the wrong

The way you smell

The way you look when u see me

The way you hold me tight even if i’ve just raced singapore and am sweating out of every crevise

You stay strong for the both of us

Your attitude

Your kisses

You’re always down to play video games with me (IM SORRY FOR IT TAKES TWO I DIDNT KNOW IT WAS HARD)

The way you call me your love

You stand up for me even when im not deserving of it

Your cooking skills

The way you play with my hair

How we’re able to joke with eachother

The way you tell stories

The way you talk in general

How funny you were when telling me about work and snot shot out of my nose 

You match my freak

Your singing (even if its off key sometimes)

You never doubt me

U dont mind my clinginess (sorry about scaring u in the shower the other day as well)

You never tell me to go away

You always communicate with me

You plan things for our future

When you send me vlogs when im away (or even when im home but youre at work)

You make my heart feel full

You’re consistent with loving me. Whether you’re sad or mad or happy or anything, you still love me the same

Youre never too busy for me

The way we can just sit in silence together and do nothing but still have fun

The way you help me pack when im getting ready to travel

The way you pack my favorite snacks for me when im going away for a while

We can share victories together, big or small (lol big or small, ya know, like dicks)

You never make me feel alone

You watch stupid ass movies with me all the time

You dont get mad at me when you try to teach me to play valorant (it’s fucking hard, csgo is better anyways)

The way your face lit up and you started talking faster when you were talking to me about your favorite artist

The way you speak to me so gently when i need it

The way you make a playlist for every mood possible

The way you make a playlist for every book you read, even if the book was bad

How you insist we don’t have enough driving playlists so we always make more

The way you introduce me to new things (i still wont try fish, screw that)

Youre adventurous

You put up with my shananigens

The way you made a million stickers on whatsapp

How you always say ‘i love you’ with the ‘i’

When you tell me goodmorning and goodnight even if youre mad at me

How you help me dress better

How u kiss me in a way that screws me up forever

How you always ask me about my day

How you always put your leg on mine

How you show me how forever feels

How you put up with my stupidity (I REALLY THOUGHT THE MATTRESS WAS GONNA HELP)

You’re gonna be an amazing mum someday

How you spam me with tiktoks

Your laugh is the best sound ive ever heard

Youre beautiful inside and out

How u were able to make me laugh even after i’d poked by hand with a knife when i tried cutting an avocado

How you helped me escape the bed sheet when we discovered my new found claustrophobia

How you always rep mclaren and quadrant merch

How you always make backed goods and make them healthy sometimes so i can still eat them

How when we’re out and you can tell im anxious

And when you realize it you find small ways to ground me like holding my hands or tapping my foot with yours

You love the pictures i put in the new digital frame (you cant lie and say u dont like yassified alonso)

If im hungry in the middle of the night, you join me in snacking or ordering a whole pizza

How you know you’re lactose intolerant but still eat dairy filled foods

And how you lock me out the room when you have to deal with the aftermath of eating dairy

How you're already naming our future children

How you laugh til you cry at 3 in the morning from watching tiktoks 

And waking me up to watch them with you

How you get so excited when talking to me about the last book you read 

How you tell me about the book theories you hear and your own theories (violet’s mom was definitely venin)

How when u find me snacking in the middle of the night, you don’t question it

How we have dance parties in the living room

How you quote random things all the time, especially tiktok sounds

Your love for musicals

How you say “me and boq” every 5 mins

Your unconditional love for not just me, but everyone 

Your love knowing no boundaries

The way you didn’t get scared away when faced with so much hate and shit when we first started dating

Your strength

How you learned the “wait, they dont love you like i love you” thing in different languages

Your high streak on duolingo

Your creativity

Your piano skills

Your love for celsius (although it’s not good for you and you should probably slow down on them :( try coffee instead)

How you and my mum go shopping together all the time

How you’re invited home more than i am…

Your dedication to work

Your work ethic (it’s not the same as the reason above)

Your vast knowledge of everything in Marvel

How you interact with the fans

How you show me off in every way possibel (i might've said this already)

How you help me with quadrant shit

How you give me a room tour anytime youre somewhere new

The light you emit

The way you make everything so much brighter

How you always try to learn new things (we should try tarot reading again, that one was fun and we can scare the shit out of max with it)

The way you never let go no matter what

The way you always give back to people

The way you live everyday like it’s the last

The way you love me and hold onto me

[bringmeanangel]

Struggling

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner and Reader

Tags/warning: gentle Dom Aaron Hotchner, spanking. Crying. Hugging. Use of good girl. Non-sexual submission. Caring Aaron Hotchner. Mildly proofread

Synopsis: you struggle to take care of yourself from time to time and Aaron steps in and reminds you.

You got up and tried to write, but your brain felt foggy. You wrote some things, but then you got up and turned to watching tv. You didn't eat all day, you had coffee, but that was it.

Finally you went to your friend's house. You two had dinner and made cheesecake. Then you watched two episodes of a reality show and went home.

When you got home, Aaron was there.

"Hey sweetheart" Aaron said, kissing you. "Did you have fun?" he combed his fingers through your hair and you sighed at his touch. 

"I did have fun. There's cheesecake for you" you smiled.

"Ooh" he said. He noticed that you looked a bit tired. "What's wrong, baby?" He kissed your forehead.

"Mmm, nothing. Just the dinner was the first thing I ate today." 

Aaron sighed, a hand wrapped around the back of your neck. He looked at you sternly.

"Sweetheart. That's not good. You know you need to eat." 

"I did" you whispered

"Only dinner isn't healthy. Over my knee." He soothed, cupping his cheek.

"Seriously?" You said and his eyes softened. 

"Yes. We made a deal. You need to learn to properly take care of yourself or ask for help when you can't. When you're struggling to do that you will be disciplined." 

Aaron was always a gentle dom, except when you asked him to be a bit rough. He was always careful with his words.

He always said disciplined instead of punishment. He never used the word "fail" for describing something you struggle with.

He knew you tried your hardest and some days, like today, were more challenging for you.

He led you over to the couch and sat down. Aaron undid your jeans, pulling them and your underwear to your knees.

"I'm not mad, honey. I know you try. This is just to remind you to try a little harder or..."

"Or ask for help" you whispered looking down.

"Good girl" he praised.

He helped you over his knee and hooked a leg over yours to keep you in place.

He rested a hand on your lower back, Aaron's other hand went to massage your neck a few times helping you relax.

"Eleven sound fair?" You knew he wasn't really asking. "Here we go."

A sharp hard smack was brought to your right butt cheek. You gasped and braced yourself for the next one.

Each were firm and sharp. Alternating sides. He didn't give you a break. He knew not to drag this out

You yelped at the last one. It was harder than the other ones. You hadn't even noticed you were crying.

"Good girl" he praised, helping you up. 

He pulled your pants up and you knelt between his legs. 

"You need to eat. You need to take better care of yourself." 

"But-" you started and he gripped your chin.

"Do. Not. Argue with me" he said and you nodded. "Good girl. Come on baby, let's get you in comfy clothes" Aaron helped you stand up.

"M'sorry" you mumbled and he cupped your cheeks and kissed your forehead. 

"I worry about you, honey." He whispered, rubbing his hands up and down your arms.

You nodded, sniffing a bit. Aaron reached up and wiped your tears. You wrapped your arms under his and pressed yourself close to him.

Aaron rubbed a hand up and down your back, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead.

"Come on, honey." he soothed.

Aaron lifted you up and carried you to get changed.

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ahem yes hello hi welcome to herearedragons dot tumblr dot com where being not normal about Selene (my moon godlike cipher) and Edér is my favorite pastime.

Selene's thing is that she's a cipher with Big Trauma from growing up in an Ondrite cult that almost ritually drowned her, and her first moment relating to Edér comes when she realizes the way he talks about Eothas reminds her a lot of how she feels about being an Ondrite: this thing that used to bring you comfort, walking through the halls of a temple and knowing that miracles are real, but it's gone now. gone because your god has directly or indirectly ordered your death, and you have chosen to live, and now you can never go back.

all throughout POE1 Edér is her closest friend out of all the canon companions, partially because she relates to him, partially because listening to his thoughts grounds her (she can't really turn off her telepathy but she can choose when and where to tune in), and partially because she just. likes him. his attitude of "you can tear your hair out and check yourself into the sanitarium, or you can keep going", his ability to find joy in the small things despite everything he's been through, his faith in people and his ability to understand what they feel. and for Edér, well, he really just needs a purpose and an excuse to do anything other than let Gilded Vale eat him alive, and following a shiny stranger is as good a reason as any, and at first she's weird and alien and impossible to read, but there are things about her he understands. he knows she's been through something bad, because the signs he sees in her he's seen in other soldiers and in himself. he knows she's keeping it to herself, and he doesn't pry because it's none of his business, but he also knows it can get lonely going like this, so he offers a little support, in whatever way she'll accept it. conversations by the campfire. he keeps her distracted with jokes. he tries to figure out if there's a substance she can take to make the voices in her head quieter - hey, he's got his whiteleaf, right? might work for her too.

basically not to quote my own post but before there ever was an "I love you" or even a "you're my friend" between these two there was an "I want you to live" and that's really the Edérene Thesis if I'm being real.

everything under the readmore is SPOILERS so everyone who hasn't finished the White March Part II DLC: DON'T LOOK

okay so The White March. The Ondra DLC. The Ondra And Abydon Were In Love DLC. the "wish they knew you like I did" DLC. that DLC.

my first iteration of Selene's White March arc had her stay behind to strike the crystal and realize some Feelings upon hearing Edér's "wish they knew you like I did" line, but the rewrite that eventually became the "canon" version for me is SO much more fun to me.

I wrote a whole fic about it and I am legally obligated to plug it here. it's like 10K words in total.

the short version is: Selene is DEEPLY unwell about the Abbey of the Fallen Moon and the Low Tide because that's what SHE was. when her cipher powers awakened supplicants would come to her to have painful memories removed, remembered by her instead, and when she couldn't bear it anymore she was supposed to be drowned like the Low Tide. but she wasn't. she killed four priests and escaped.

coming back to the White March, realizing that the Eyeless are Ondra's, feels like her decades of running away brought her exactly to where she started. a dread settles in. she's going to die here.

but she's stronger now. not alone. she resists. she defies Ondra again. she sets the Low Tide free. she reads past her words and realizes that she was in love with the god she killed.

Ondra decides to teach her a lesson.

there's no choice, when it comes to striking the crystal. Ondra sweeps in and floods the cave, and when the water recedes, almost all of Selene's party is by the exit, and one of them is near the crystal, with the hammer. and it's Edér. and there is a cave-in separating him from the exit.

see, Ondra saw her godlike standing there, having defied her over and over again, confident, in love (and she hasn't even realized it yet), and decided to put Selene in her place. make her choose between saving everyone and saving the man she loves.

Edér tells her to leave him. she tries to argue, but, eventually, she does. out in the snow, she collapses and communes with the Eyeless, and asks them to rebuild Abydon, to rebuild him angry, so he can hurt Ondra like she never could.

and then Edér survives. he's carried out of the cave by the spirits of the Forge. they both make it. and, at some point, Selene realizes two things:

- Ondra chose Edér as a direct stand-in for Abydon, because Selene loves him

- if she tries to act on her feelings, Ondra just might try to kill him again just out of pettiness

so Selene decides, well, it's fine. she doesn't really need anything more than they have right now, anyway. just having him around is enough. which serves her alright until Thaos is dead and Edér leaves to find his own way or whatever and she's UNWELL. she buries herself in work (restoring Dunryd Row after Lady Webb's death) and tries not to think about it (she's thinking about it.)

......about two years later she gets a letter from Edér saying that he settled down in Dyrford and inviting her over, and she starts visiting, and it takes a few months before Edér realizes having her in his house feels right in a way that probably Means Something aaaaand he confesses to her and she's not made of stone so she confesses right back and then they kiss about it. and by the time Deadfire rolls around they've been together for a couple of years and HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO I think you might have to send me a separate ask about that one because it's a WHOLE OTHER THING and I've already typed out a lot but: basically I'm rewriting a lof of things about Deadfire Edér. kind of have to because they're Already In A Relationship. Bearn is still there. Selene is doing badly again. then she gets better. Selene has to confront the fact that, being elf-born, she's going to outlive Edér by A LOT. they have a breakup arc and then get married midgame.

.......also idk if you want to read Edér x Watcher fic it's like. most of my fic these days dhsjdhdkdndj you can look at the Pillars fic list in my pinned post or in my "#edérene tag" tag or on my AO3 or whatever, I. literally cannot shut up about them. emotional load bearing sun/moon ship

[winniethewife]

I'll be your gravity, you be my oxygen

(Creature!II x F!Reader)

Words:1928

A/N: I'm really excited about this one!! This fic has a They/them Editon posted on Ao3, I wrote it both ways and I couldn't decide which way I liked it more so I posted the two versions! As Always if you want to hear me shout into the void about this band (And others) Please follow me over at @lyricallymelodic

Disclaimer: All fan fic written by me for this fandom is based on a fictional depiction of the personas of the band members, no real people were perceived in the making of this fiction.   Tags: Creature Feature AU, Fluff,

He waited for her like always, waiting almost too close to the edge of the forest. Watching the smoke billow up from the blacksmith in town. II had waited here every day since the first day, the day he had wandered into town, unaware that the humans would try to hurt him. Well most of the humans. She would never. That day even as a small child she had seen him and tried to secret him away.

“They don’t really like anyone whose different around here, and you’re even more different than I am”  The memory of their fist interaction played in his head, How she had snuck him into her home, giving him a small amount of food before throwing her father’s winter cloak over him and guiding him back to the forest. Ever since they had met up almost every day. When she was young it was to play games, tag and hide and seek. Now it was more often to talk, to explore the forest, just being near each other. Today was special though, he had planned this exact day out for a while. He had talked with the others, made sure everything was exactly right. Just then he saw her approaching. He felt the feathers on the back of his neck stand up slightly in excitement, reminding himself not to extend his wing span. He was so eager to see her, but didn’t want to be seen by anyone who might be watching her leave.

She could see him in the distance and she picked up her pace. She couldn’t contain her excitement. It didn’t matter how many times she saw him in a week, every time was special to her. She was used to being completely isolated in her own home, no one seemed to notice her in town. No one tried to be her friend, no one tried to get to know her past the surface, except for him. That day he had stumbles into her life was the best day of her life. Once she was close enough she took in his appearance. He short and sort of bulky, but she knew this was mostly just fluff. She took in his piercing blue eyes, his dark grey feathers and grey hued skin. Folded against his back were his gorgeous wings, his body covered in her fathers old winter cloak, modified to allow his wings to be free, with the hood pulled over his head. She smiles at him as she finally closed the massive distance between them.

“Hello, II! I missed you!” She said excitedly as she embraced him, feeling the soft velvet of his skin as he wrapped his arms around her.

“And I missed you.” II muttered, his voice low and filled with an unusual vibrato, something she had become familiar with despite how strange it sounded. “I have something to show you. Something I’ve been wanting to show you for a while.” She could hear the excitement in his voice. She was curious, with all the years they’d known each other what in the forest of Eden had she not seen?

“Well then, sounds like we’re going on an adventure! Good thing I wore my boots.” She said with a grin. He couldn’t help but chuckle, He took her hand in his and started to lead the way down the winding forest path. They conversed along the way, she told him what had been going on in town, the gossip and the rumors that he so enjoyed, and he told her about his last visit to see Vessel on the other side of the forest, and his recent adventures with IV and III. When the two of them pass their usual spot by the river she starts to wonder what his plan is.

“So, where are you taking me exactly?” She asked as she hopped across the stones leading across the calm part of the river. II was ahead of her using his wingspan to balance as he also carefully makes his way over the path.

“What you don’t trust me?” he jests taking a jump to reach the other side, turning on his heel to face her, offering her a hand to help her. She takes it with a smile and once her feet are back on solid ground she gives him a smile.

“If I didn’t trust you I wouldn’t be following you deep into the forest to places unknown.” She countered with playful look in her eyes. “But I would like to know where you’re taking me.” II grinned at her request. He shrugged, the movement of the muscles causing the slightest movement along his wings.   

“I guess you’ll just have to see. We’re almost there anyway.” He chuckled, the odd vibration of his voice tickles the back of her mind. She could listen to him talk for hours. They kept walking for a little longer, until they made it to a cliffside. II stood on the edge and she stood next to him looking over the continuing forest below, in the distance she could see the ocean. She had known the forest of Eden was expansive but this was something else. II looked over at her, this is the part it would get risky, but it was worth it.

“Are you sure you trust me?” He asked hesitantly. She was still looking over the view below, rendered speechless by the beautiful vista. She looked back at him and nodded. He took this as a go ahead, and he lifted her into his arms, wrapping one arm around her back and lifting her by the back of her knees until she was cradled in his arms. She gasped softly watching as his wings spread, the sun hitting the dark feathers causing them to show their true iridescent nature. He turned his gaze to her reaction for just a moment, and he was glad he did, the way her eyes lit up and her mouth opened in awe was worth the momentary distraction from what he was about to do.

“Hold on tight” He muttered tightening his grip on her before he took a step off the cliff. She grabs at him quickly, shocked by his actions, but she wasn’t afraid. She knew she should be, he could easily drop her and she would plummet to her death but she knew he wouldn’t. His wings flapping gracefully as he moved through the air, circling down to the cave that was embedded into the cliff side that he called home. When he landed he steadied himself before setting her feet on the ground.

“II! That was…Amazing!’ she said breathlessly as she finds her sense of balance again a wide smile on her face. She took a look around the cave, and that’s when she started to realize what this was, where he had brought her. “Is this?”

“My nest, yeah.” He said softly, looking at her with adoration, he wasn’t sure what else to say. She thought back to the day that she had brought him to her home, how he had reacted. He had resisted and was confused, jabbering at her in what she would learn to be Sleep’s speak. Later when he knew how to speak her language he would explain that generally his species didn’t invite someone into their nest unless they were courting or wished to court the other, so at the time it hadn’t made sense why this child was pulling him into her home. They had laughed about that for years. Now it seemed less funny, a warmth blossoming in her chest as the realization came to her.

“You…I…Me? But I…and we…” Her thoughts were running faster than she could speak them. How would this even work? They were so different? And yet she had known him all her life, it made sense even, she never spent time with anyone in her home town, and she was in love with him.

Oh.

Oh…

She was in love with him. She had never thought that before, how long had she been in love with him? How long had he been in love with her? II took her face in his hands, he could tell she was over analyzing everything.

“Deep breaths.” He muttered, gently running the pads of his thumbs across her cheeks, his icy eyes looking into hers with such soft affection. He knew this would be a lot for her to take in at first, but as she put her hands on his face as well he knew he had made the right choice. He pressed his forehead to hers and let out a soft sound, the quiet Perch-coo like that of the doves that would fly through the village in the early morning. She melted, letting herself relax, leaning into his touch, breathing deeply.

“I can’t believe I didn’t…how could I have been so blind?” She hummed as she found her hands drifting to the back of his head holding him closer to her. II let out a soft laugh, adjusting his stance so he could hold her closer to him.

“I could make a joke about bird folk having better vision than humans but that feels in bad taste” He joked, moving his hands from her face to her waist. She laughed, he was so funny once you got to know him. She closed her eyes and took another deep breath in, letting his scent fill her senses.

“Well, at least we both know now…right?” she whispered, they had gravitated so close together that he could feel her breath on his lips. II had no impulse control left, he had to kiss her. His lips press against hers, his eyes flutter closed, his hands travel up her back gently pulling her closer. She let out the sweetest little noise II had ever heard in his life, and he instantly knew he needed to hear it again. Pulling at her hips as he deepens the kiss, licking into her mouth, tasting her, feeling her, memorizing every bit of her. He couldn’t get enough, especially as she started to pull at him, eager to be even closer if possible. To know she was his, to know she wanted him as much as he wanted her was a euphoric experience. Instinctively his wings moved to shroud them as he pulled away from the kiss, out of breath. She looked into his eyes, the way they glowed softly in the low light of the shadows of the cave and the cover of his wings. Everything about this moment sang with love, a love she had thought she’d never known, but now realized she’d known since the day he walked into her life. II mutters something in Sleeps speak as he stared in her eyes.

“What was that?” She asked, thinking in the back of her mind that she needed to learn that language at some point. He repeated the short phrase.

“I don’t think there’s a good direct translation, but it basically means, I will follow you though life until the day we both die because I will not spend a single minute without you.” He spoke reverently, like he was making a vow. She looked at him stunned for a moment.

“Now just saying ‘I love you too’ feels uniquely inadequate.” She mumbles. II shook his head.  

“You would never be inadequate my love.” He presses a kiss to her forehead, then her nose, then finally back onto her lips.

For once in her life.

She felt wanted.

And she was.

~

Masterlist

Taglist: @silvernight-m @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction @stellasplendens @ierofrnkk

[souenkun]

I don't see this talked about often in the english side of the fandom, as this tidbit got lost in translation, but:

In the japanese versions for both texts and voice lines in the middle-aged opposites venet, kabu addresses larry with "—kun (くん)" in their second meeting in front of the restaurant. It's a japanese honorific to address someone who is a junior than you, in terms of either age or work experience/status. Inferring from this, kabu may either (1) be slightly older than larry in age (as I think they both have equal years of experience, just that larry happened be slightly superior to kabu in terms of their workplace status because he is also an elite four member), (2) be that friendly and warm as a person that he calls larry with "—kun (くん)" right away in the second part of their event's story, or (3) both.

Take what you will from this, friends! 🫡

[k-0re]

Datv is awakening the writer in me again. Cuz tell me why I’m trying to make parallels with my rook and solas and how they use cunning and manipulation to get their way and both have serious regrets in their life and then trying to connect the horrors of the American health industry towards POC and low income citizens with rook’s backstory

[puppppppppy]

I love you when we haven’t talked in weeks and months I love you when I have 12 unread messages I love you when im not in the mood to talk. We’re still friends even when we spend time apart

[sarsaparilla-star]

I LOVE FALLOUT!!!!!!!!

[b4kuch1n]

tdov was like a week ago already but I just wanna say when I came over to vacation slash help my sworn brother move flat he told me, "ever since you said you wanted to get top surgery I've been thinking about it. it's straight up number two on my bucket list"

[starkittnd93]

*glances at Temenos’s distrust of authority figures* same Temenos same. Institutions are very fucked a lot of the time. Go do your doubting that you do. And bonk those authority figures. In the head. With your staff. Doubtfully.

[unriding]

Me sneaking into your asks with this drabble:

Disclaimer: I have yet to get a good grasp of Moze's character so this might be a bit OOC and on your side as well (sorry). I did my best. Also, this was inspired by the post you made abt telling Moze your tasks for the day | 600+ words (not proofread)

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In Moze's eyes, you reminded him of a dog catching a case of the zoomies.

You were quite literally everywhere. He'd find you talking to someone one moment before you're rushing off to do something else entirely the next. It seemed like you had quite a lot on your plate as of recently. Tasks, things you wanted to do, and so much more spinning around that mind of yours. You've told him a bit of your plans so he has a general idea. But seeing you juggling all of those tasks at once makes both admiration and concern bloom in his chest.

One time, Moze found you carrying a box filled with items. It would've been amusing to him how comical it was that the items piled so high— he could barely see you behind it. However, he did worry right after given how you almost tripped over something. He managed to catch you and the items before both came crashing all over the floor.

He insisted on helping you carry the items to wherever its destination was. It took a bit of pursuasion on his side. Convincing you that it truly wasn't a bother to him at all, and that he'd be very much glad to be of assistance to you.

"I need to get these delivered first. Then go stop by the shop to buy some things. After that…" You go on to ramble about the things you had to do to help get a better vision on what else you had to do. "Oh, no… I messed up." The smile on your face dropping at the thought that had slipped your mind until that moment. "I forgot to invite Jiaoqiu to dinner with the others—"

"It's tomorrow evening, right? He knows. I mentioned it last time when I spoke to him." Moze says with a calm tone.

You blink at him, slightly caught off-guard by the man beside you. Though it's immediately replaced with relief and gratitude. The smile on your face already back, lighting up your features once more. Infectious as always, it makes the corners of his lips tug upwards as well. A small part of him feels quite proud to have been able to help you ease your worries even by a bit.

And this is when you start noticing it.

Did you mention that you're running out of a certain skincare product, but you can't find the time to stop by the store to buy it? Moze conveniently has to stop by near the store and buys it for you. Did you also mention that you wanted to do a certain task but keep forgetting about it? He gently reminds you about it via message or verbal if he's nearby. Did you also happen to mention that you've been meaning to try out a certain desert from a cafe, but the schedule simply doesn't seem to allow you? No fear, he passes by the store to buy you the treat.

Moze doesn't see you as someone incapable of handling things by yourself. To him, he simply sees it as a way to show his care. If making a quick stop somewhere, sending you a small reminder of something you had to do that day, or even helping you out with the tasks you need to accomplish, makes you smile? Gives you a chance to take a break? Let you worry less about the things you need to do? It's worth it in his eyes.

He does his best to avoid making you feel like you're bothering or troubling him (you really aren't). Most of the time, he does them discrcetly and casually. Partially, since he's also scared that you'll think he's weird or a creep for acting like that.

Please don't think of him badly.

Moze truly means well.

[deepsixsquid]

Would you fuck with Splatoon the way that you do if you didn't have anyone to play/talk about the game with? No splat social media, forums, discord, or friends. Just you, Nocchan, and the solo queue

THAT is a really good question, had to think about this one for a long time For about as long as I can remember, I've been fine with enjoying a vast majority of things by myself, still kinda do even now. BUT, while I know that I would still enjoy Splatoon if I were completely solo, as I went into this series on my own in the first place, I would definitely NOT be as into it as I am now if I were on my own the whole time. A lot would be different if I didn't have places for clips/videos, talking with people, learning from people and, most importantly, if I didn't have my team. Honestly, without them, Nocchan probably wouldn't be here, I'd probably have an entirely different, and far less intense, squid being my main OC, and I definitely wouldn't be as confident, or as much of a fighter, if I didn't have all this.

I could ramble A LOT about this one, it got me thinkin about so many things But, to sum it up, nah, I wouldn't be as into it as I am without everything else, especially my friends It'd be more like "Man, this game's fun~" instead of "This series has gone on to have a profound impact on my life and changed me, as a a person, on a fundamental level"

[mutalune]

hey siri how do I stop feeling gutwrenchingly anxious in the guilt way for using the treatment methods available to me to not be in constant misery

[steelthroat]

I feel like I should have done this at the end of 2023 or smth, but maybe not.

I just took a picture of my desktop, and this is the work of one year, almost 200k words of ideas and wips that I wasn't able to finish and publish through the year now passed. But I don't want to look at this and say it's a failure, maybe it is but it's also the foundation for all the things I'm gonna do, continue and possibly finish in this new year.

And lol, silly me for not writing some of the ideas down because I honestly don't remember what some of these documents were about - damn.

Writers, write your ideas and plots down because the brain is stupid, but y'all already know this, don't ya 💀

So, like... this is my 2023 writing recap, yayyy. 44 wips (and some more that are just titles/ideas and I haven't started yet) and 5 published works.

If someone is curious about something hit me up... I'll always answer as fast as I can unless I'm sleeping, so yeah. We'll see what happens in 2024... so now.

[unusualshrimp]

people might be better or worse than me but literally no one can be me tbh