#ok now I can get to those requests in my inbox. I worked on this for forever

[bold-embrace]

Since I started my recent playthrough with Therion and he wouldn’t willingly look for any allies, I had to make up a whole scenario that would get him stuck traveling with Alfyn

[racinggirl]

it's called love <3 || charles leclerc 16

type: one shot pairing: charles leclerc x reader word count: 3.2k summary: going to a gp with your boyfriend who's really protective when a creepy dude comes a little too close for comfort. requested: yes! '' Ok maybe something you are waiting for charles leclerc (you’re bf of 5yrs) and like a creep starts talking to you but you are polite and are just like no please go away. Then he starts like touching you(if you’re uncomfortable with that you can just write that the creep is like in your face) and charles is like losing his shit when he sees it. Have a lovely day 💗'' Requests are CLOSED!!! warnings: angst!charles, harassment? (not detailed, only mentioned), overprotective!charles, anxiety. notes: OH MY GODNESS I'M BACK BABY! Have you missed me? It's been SOOOOO long, I've missed you so much! It's been over 4 months!!! 4 MONTHS! I'm so glad many of you stayed, remember I was at 700 followers and I was doing the 700 drabbles celebration? well, I'm now at 970 followers. I will do a BIG thing for 1K followers, I'm just not sure what. If you have any ideas, let me now in my inbox :) Also, credits to creator of the GIF! Not proofread!

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Your hands rubbed themselves together, your cold fingers getting warmer every second, slowly, but surely. The wind moved your hair slightly, the small locks that framed your face getting stuck on lips which was coated with a nice layer of lip balm which was preventing them from being dry.

5 years, that’s how long you and your boyfriend had been together for. It was long, but not long enough. You knew he was the one, you just felt it. The way he treated you in front of your families was like you and him had been together forever. He was so polite to your parents, got along great with your siblings and always made sure to grab your mothers’ favourite chocolates and your fathers’ favourite beer before going to visit them with you. He was the definition of a perfect boyfriend.

You always tried your hardest to return the favour. Supporting him whenever you could, wherever you could. A red jacket was one of those ways to support him. The red sneakers, paired with the black jeans and red blazer was a way to blend in with the tifosi, but also to support Charles whenever he was driving the shit out of that car. You were supportive, and he knew.

You had promised him to meet him at the hotel in Australia, since you had arrived there a few hours before he would, his plane being delayed due to weather circumstances. The reason you weren’t flying together could get blamed on your work, as you had set meetings in a few minutes, you were either going on a plane which would arrive a few hours earlier, or a day later. You obviously chose the first option.

‘Almost there, bella, just a few more minutes <3’

He was never one to use emoji’s, he was more of an old school guy in that way. Smileys consisting of a colon and a bracket was his way of communicating whenever he was happy, and a left angle bracket followed by the number three made the perfect heart for you.

You rubbed your hands together once more as you were waiting near the entrance of the hotel. You were able to get inside and go to his room – at least you thought – so after a few more minutes of waiting you decided to do so.

‘’Hi, could I check in please?’’ You politely asked the brown-haired lady that was seated behind the desk. She was young, probably around 20 years old. She seemed a little nervous, as she was accompanied by a lady on her left. That lady was older, around her mid 40’s, and had long, blonde hair.

‘’Yeah, of course, what’s the name of the reservation?’’ It was probably the young lady’s first day, as she was following a tight script of questions to ask.

‘’I think it’s on Charles Leclerc, or Ferrari F1 team.’’ You smiled at the younger lady, before looking over as you felt the eyes of the older woman on you.

It never happened that you were checking in before him or any of his team, but you really had to get that meeting started.

‘’Sorry lady, but you’re not the first one to try come in this hotel.’’ The older woman said, and you furrowed your eyebrows a little at her comment.

‘’Excuse me?’’ You replied, your eyes moving from the younger lady to the older one. ‘’I know it might seem weird, but my boyfriend will arrive in a few minutes, and I have a meeting to get to, I’m sure the team doesn’t mind if I enter first.’’ You kindly responded, a soft and gentle smile on your face. ‘’He told me you were aware of this.’’ You continued, knowing Charles had told the team about the situation, and they must have told the hotel.

‘’Look, darling, we understand your problem, but there is a nice café next to the restaurant of the hotel where you can have the meeting. Those drivers want their privacy as well, and with all due respect, you’re the fourth girl trying to get into the hotel with a story like this. I’m sure you’ll get a chance to meet them, but you’ll have to do that around the track.’’ She replied, which made your mind spin. You were speechless, mostly because she thought you were a fan, but also because apparently the team hadn’t let the hotel know you were arriving earlier.

‘’I think there must have been some kind of mistake here.’’ You told the lady, but remaining to stay polite, they were doing their job, which you could only appreciate. ‘’But it’s alright, I’ll just wait here in the lobby till they arrive.’’ You said, grabbing your passport which was laying on the desk, along with your phone.

‘’Oh no, the lobby is only for hotel guests, dear, you’ll have to wait outside with the rest of them.’’ You turned around, slowly, leaning over a little to have a look at the outside of the hotel, the entrance, the gate which was closed. The gate where dozens of fans were waiting to catch a glimpse of their favourite driver.

You couldn’t be there, you’d get mobbed, knowing all too well those fans knew who you were. You didn’t want to be rude, or show off that you were Charles’ girlfriend, so you simply swallowed thickly and looked back at the lady.

‘’With all respect, miss, I’m going to get swarmed if I exit this hotel.’’ You said, reaching for your phone. ‘’I can promise you I’m not a fan, I know it might look like it, but I believe something went wrong with the message. I am Charles’ girlfriend; you can look up my name on Google if you’d like.’’ You said, showing the lady your passport with your name.

‘’I know her.’’ The younger lady spoke and looked over at you, nervously. The older lady looked at the pictures online, and her face immediately appeared to be full of guilt, shame. The younger girl looked at the woman and bit her bottom lip, a clear sign of nervosity. ‘’I do recall Rebecca mentioning something like this, there was a note on her desk this morning.’’

After both employees apologized more than once, they offered you the key for the room. However, you knew Charles would be arriving soon, so you asked them if it was okay for you to stay seated in the lobby till the team would arrive. They immediately agreed and offered you some fresh drinks on the house. 

You had just finished your meeting, which took around 30 minutes, before you could hear the fans screaming their lungs out. You got up, placed your laptop in your bag and zipped it up, making your way towards the hallway of the entrance.

‘’Babe!’’ Charles immediately had a big smile on his face when he saw you standing in the hotel.

‘’Hey, baby.’’ You giggled, feeling how his arms wrapped around your waist tightly. You could never get enough of his hugs, his embraces, it felt like heaven.

‘’How did your meeting go?’’ He asked, stepping to the side with you still in his arms to let the rest of the Ferrari team enter the hotel.

-

‘’You ready, amour?’’ You heard Charles’ low voice against your ear, his arms were tightly wrapped around your waist as he was pressing his chest against your back. You had just gotten ready to go to the track with him. Your love language was touch, and it made the both of you fall for one another even harder.

Once you had arrived at the track, the two of you passed the entrance of the paddock, many fans asking the Monegasque driver for an autograph or a selfie. It wasn’t something he wasn’t used to, and you had learned to get used to it those years you were with him. People loved him, adored him, and you could only feel proud of that same man that was loved by many.

You both decided to take a break and take a seat in the hospitality area, talking about work, your upcoming holiday and much more. Your eyes moved over his face, listening to how he was passionately talking about all the things they did at the factory a few days ago. The way his eyes were shining brightly, that small sparkle in them that could light up your day. He’d had a few rough seasons here at Ferrari, but this year went better than ever, with him leading the championship, Carlos being second in the rankings as well. Ferrari was doing much better.

‘’Come on, let’s say hi to the engineers.’’ He reached for your hand, his soft and warm one perfectly fitting into yours, like if you were made for one another. He gave your hand a gentle squeeze the moment he felt your fingers intertwining with his, and it felt reassuring. You were in love, and he made sure everybody knew.

As you walked towards the pit area, into the pitlane, you noticed a man staring at you. It made you uncomfortable, but you quickly brushed it off, assuming that it was just a fan who recognized Charles and was trying to get a closer look at the two of you.

You kept walking, holding Charles’ hand and smiled at his engineers as he greeted them.

‘’Y/n, hey, long time no see.’’ Some of the guys walked over to give you a hug, which you gladly returned.

‘’Hey guys, how are you doing?’’ You started talking to them, and Charles occasionally looked over into your direction. He felt so lucky to have you, he really was on cloud nine.

After catching up with the guys from the team, as well as talking to some of the girls on the team, you decided to walk towards the fence, moving your head from left to right to see all the teams nicely positioned in their garage boxes, working on their cars.

When you first started dating Charles, you were nervous when you’d come here, knowing people would look at you, perhaps even judge you for being Charles Leclerc’s girlfriend. But the gentleman he was, he found a way to reassure you, make you feel comfortable and keep you safe from all the paparazzi and fans that tried to get close to you.

As you were waiting, you noticed that same man from earlier step closer to you, causing you to look at him. Maybe he just wanted to have a talk, maybe he was an interviewer, or a fan?

The more he spoke, the more you got the idea he was the latter, a fan, but not particularly of Charles. You felt uncomfortable, nervous, but did not want to be rude and simply walk away. But Charles noticed. He was looking for you, since you were no longer in the garage, and the moment he saw the look on your face, and that man standing not even half a meter away from you, he sensed something was wrong.

He saw that man talking to you, and immediately made his way over towards them. As he approached, he heard the man ask if you wanted to go have a drink with him after the race.

Charles felt his blood boil. He was furious that someone was trying to hit on you, his girlfriend, right here in front of his eyes. He stepped in between the two of you, causing the man to step away to create some sort of space between him and Charles, who was glaring at him with piercing eyes.

‘’Excuse me, do you mind stepping away from my girlfriend?’’ He said, his voice dangerously low. You had never heard him talk like this, but it gave you some reassurance, once again.

The man, who had not expected Charles to react in such a manner, backed away immediately. Your boyfriend then placed a protective arm around you, walking away from that man.

‘’Do you know him?’’ He asked, clearly still somewhat angry at what just happened. You could see the anger still prominent on his face. Although you appreciated his concern, and you were glad he stepped in at that time, you didn’t want him to get into any trouble because of you.

You reached out for his hand, giving it a gentle squeeze before looking into his eyes the moment you were back in the garage. You shook your head at his question, but immediately tried to calm him down as you saw it made him even more mad.

‘’It’s okay, Charles. Thank you for protecting me, but please don’t get yourself into any trouble.’’ You said, your voice soft and calming. It helped, because you noticed Charles calming down at your words, something you always seemed to do.

He took a deep breath and looked at you, your eyes filled with love and understanding. He knew that he was lucky to have you by his side, and he didn’t want anything to come in between you two. It felt like his duty was to keep you safe, to keep you his.

‘’I’m sorry, y/n. I just can’t stand the thought of anyone trying to hurt you. You mean the world to me.’’ Charles said, his voice sincere. You knew he was meaning every single word he just said.

You simply smiled as a reply and leaned in closer to him, your lips brushing his gently before you placed a soft kiss on the corner of his mouth, causing those corners to curl upward into a smile.

-

You watched the race along with his team, standing the entire time as you were nervous. You always were, because you were aware of the fact one single mistake could have big consequences, such as the car diving into the wall, with a driver still inside of it.

As the race came to an end, Charles ended up on the podium, something that had become a habit lately. The trophies at your place were starting to become more and more, and the pole position tyres were almost filling up an entire room already. But you didn’t mind, you were proud of him, and you were hoping he’d get even more trophies, and even more tyres.

As Charles was climbing out of the car, he immediately searched for you, and the moment he saw you standing in the crowd, he smiled, everybody could see it in his eyes. He went for a dive into his team, receiving pats on the back and on his helmet. He took off his helmet, along with his balaclava, and he made his way over towards you. You were already feeling the cameras and phones being in your face, but you didn’t care. He won, and that’s the most important thing here.

He pressed his lips on yours, cupping your cheek and pulling away after a second or three as he had more duties to fulfil. You watched him get to the back, into the cooldown room before he was ready to take on the big trophy.

-

You were watching behind the cameras as Charles talked to the interviewer, occasionally looking into your direction to check if you were listening, and you were, to every little thing he said. You supported him, no matter what.

However, once he walked towards Sky Sports, you got accompanied by someone else. It was that man again, the one that asked you out for a drink.

‘’So, you up for that drink now?’’ He asked, a smirk plastered on his face. Charles was doing his interviews, so at the moment, he was focussed on the interviewer, his back facing you as it was on the other side of the media pen.

‘’Sorry but no, I’m not interested.’’ You politely rejected the man, but he wasn’t going to take no for an answer. It was at this moment you got scared, as he kept getting closer and closer to you.

‘’Come on, dear, I’m sure you’d love to spend some time with me.’’ The man said, his hand slowly reaching up to brush your cheek. You immediately took a step backwards, looking around to see Charles still facing the interviewer, his back facing you.

‘’I don’t, really, please leave me alone.’’ You were starting to get nervous, anxious, because it was so crowded here, all the drivers were here, so that’s where everybody’s attention went to. And he knew, the man knew nobody was here to protect you at this moment. Nobody to tell that man to back off but yourself.

‘’Why would you say no? Come on, let me buy you a drink, I’m sure you’ll enjoy it.’’ He smirked, tucking some hair behind your ear. He was getting too close, and you were looking around for help.

It was like he was aware you were nervous, but Charles looked around in the middle of his interview to try and find you. He looked behind the camera, but didn’t see you, so he simply looked back at the position you were during his other interview. And then he saw it, and the anger that was gone first came back immediately.

Without any apology to the interviewer, Charles jumped over the fence, stepping towards you and that man with heavy feet. The anger in his face was present, and it made all the camera’s, all the interviewers face him, record him.

‘’Mate, I think you didn’t get the first warning earlier today.’’ He said, stepping in between the two of you again, his arm wrapped around your shoulder protectively. You were shaking ever so slightly, feeling all cameras on the three of you.

‘’Back off, seriously, leave my girlfriend alone.’’ Charles stated, his voice low, on the edge of mad, angry, furious. You immediately reached for his left hand, the arm that was around your shoulder, and you gave him a gentle squeeze.

‘’Love, don’t get yourself in any trouble.’’ You whispered, which seemed to calm him just a tiny bit, but not enough. The man in front of you kept looking at you, and not at Charles, which only built the anger up inside of your boyfriend even more.

‘’Stop looking at her, leave her alone, step away from her.’’ He said, his eyes clearly showing he was furious. The security soon arrived, multiple people asking them to go to the media pen, so they did.

‘’This man, he’s harassing my girl, please get him away from here.’’ Charles spoke, and you felt how his grip around your shoulders tightened a little, pulling you closer to his body in order to keep you safe. The security soon took the man away, telling Charles they would handle it.

-

After the interviews, in which Charles made sure you were directly behind the interviewer so he wouldn’t lose you out his sight anymore, the both of you safely made your way back to the hotel. Your phones were already blowing up, you were trending on almost every social media platform out there. Pictures and videos of Charles jumping over the fence, him talking to that man, protecting you, people calling Charles an absolute hero, because he was.

He knew that he would always do whatever it takes to protect her, no matter what challenges lay ahead. Together, they knew that their love would always keep them strong and safe, because they always protected each other, and reassured each other. That’s what they had, and that’s called love.

[petew21-blog]

I am John Cena

Jesus why did I go to the movie industry in the first place, can you explain this to me, Robert? You have been my agent for 10 years now."

"Yes, sir"

"Then you know I only did those movie for fun. I still wanna fight and even the shooting of the movie is fun. But man, those interviews, the autographs, the mean fans. I just don't know if I can deal with that anymore."

"Sir, there might be a way how to help you"

"Disappear from the face of the earth, sure."

"No, sir. There is this organisation. They hodt parties in a big mansion, like a hotel, but these parties are only for the incited A-list celebrities. They get to swap bodies with their colleagues and... have fun"

"Why didn't you apply for me? That could be amazing"

"I... did. But they don't consider you an A-list celebrity. Sorry, sir. But, I managed to get the thing needed for the swap. It's not permanent. Only if the other person dies and the other person basically has nowhere to swap back to"

"Wait, this could work. I got Oscars to present the award tonight. You could go as me. I could enjoy some peivacy and free time in your body. And you could enjoy popularity for once. How does that sound?"

"Don't you... don't you maybe wanna swap with someone more attractive to have sex with? A woman maybe? Could be interesting"

"I don't doubt that, but with my body I can have as much sex as I want. What I want is some peace and quiet."

After the swap

"Ok, Robert. Enjoy the Oscars. Try to think of some funny bit, but don't embarass me too much. Something funny, but not that worthy remembering"

John was now sitting in Robert's living room, with his wife and children. Enjoying free time. His wife turned on the TV and the Oscars were just now playing

His own body. Presenting the award. Naked.

Jesus, Robert. I said NOT worth remembering

Inbox story request: Could you do a swap between John Cena and his agent?

[rzyraffek]

Hello I have a NSFWish?? Request could you do Eddie Gluskin and maybe Brahms W a pervy s/o? Like always checking them out, grabbing their booty and pecs - I know you've done some NSFWish stuff and this isn't explicit so I thought it'd be okie!

Thank you!!

- 🎨

O my god your a genius, I swear those guys are not expecting that! I hope that you don't mind adding few characters 😈 rest of notes at the end

They/them, Request open (yeah I know im taking long time to write but its summer time this person (me) is going o u t s i d e )

Slashers with pervy s/o

Eddie Gluskin

BRO TAKES IT AS INVITATION

Litteraly slaps their ass back

Kinda suprised at first, not used to people being so straightforward with him... and so brave... and- oh my darling your so...so...

bro caught simping

When they slapped him first time he just slowly turns around, he is about to whoop that ass HARDD

I swear anything playfully or just straightforward creepy/pervy this dude sees as flirt and a suggestion

But completely oblivious to their stares and eyes wandering in places, untill he looks at them directly he won't notice, BCS NOONE EVER YKNOW DID THAT TO HIM HE DOESNT EVEN THINK ABOUT IT

Brahms Heelshire

I just realised that hes name is so british... omg just say it out loud BRAHMS HeelSHIRE this dude is more british than queen herself (rip btw) LIKE IF anyone in amercia or anywhere else really was named brahms fucking heelshire he would be bullied so hard. Tbh maybe that's why he's in walls

Feels threatened... he was suppose to be pervy one! Not his s/o :((

At least you guys have fun running around mansion and slapping eachothers ass??? Yay relationship goals!!!

Man says "I mean I support equal rights" just to trow them from stairs or something

Also HE LITTERALY BLUSHES when they touch him normally NOW IMAGINE IF S/O does that to his bootie

"Are you checking me out again? Stoophh"

Pls he just tries to cuddle when he feels their arms slowly moving lower and lower and- hold up what do you think your doing love?🤨😳

Asa Emory

No

Nuh uh

You dont

He will litteraly cut their hands off if they try to do anything skechy

Hes so dreamy

Pov: asa just cutting vegetables for dinner, vibing, then suddenly out of dark corridor, emerges goblin-like creature (s/o) with evil grin, running to attack him, he tries to dogde it, but their evil arms are too quick, goblin smacks his ass so hard he collapses(dramatically), Asa feels the wave of embarrassment and dies immediately

Its currently 4am

Tbh he kinda likes the attention, like s/o is such a simp for him rn, his ego loves itttt

If some stuff doesr make sense im sorry, its 4am and I want to clear my inbox asap cuz I feel bad for all people that are waiting for my fics. Although you still can request!!! Im just trying to get some ideas for old ones (cuz tbh some of yall dont really have ideas for requests and just say "write for this dude ok bye" 😔�� plz ily all but I cant work with that, I need some sort of idea, even boring one or overused

[roses-bah-garden]

REQUESTS OPEN (no lvl 5)

COMMISSIONS INFO HERE

hi, we're rose ( @rose-rq ), and welcome to our build a headmate blog! we are a 20 y/o cisDID system, we use any pronouns, and we are radqueer + endo safe.

to request a headmate, simply send in an ask :3 asks can be as simple or as detailed as you'd like, so long as you specify which level of complexity you want your headmate pack to be (1-5)! complexity levels explained below the cut. up to 5 packs in a request, introjects of all kinds okay, i have the right to refuse any request!

we also do NPT (name, pronouns, titles) packs now! feel free to request those based on a character, media, or a general theme.

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LVL 2: (all of the above +) personality, at least one picture, hex code, bonus info (if applicable)

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LVL 4: (all of the above +) cisids, transids, kink/fetish/paras

LVL 5: (all of the above +) moodboard, playlist, kinlist

or, feel free to mix and match (eg "can i get a lvl 3 creators choice with transids and kinlist, no front triggers?")

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- lvl 4 decora kei (just started)

INBOX:

- lvl 4 sally may (next to be made!)

- lvl 4 transmasc mixtive

- lvl 5 charlie dalton (next to be made!)

- lvl 4 razzle and dazzle

- lvl 4 ein (phoenix drop / my street)

- lvl 4 dream smp duo (next to be made)

- lvl 3 regretevator + crying child

- lvl 4 apollo (greek myth)

- lvl 3 son of aphrodite

- lvl 4 brainmade incel

- lvl 4 creators choice (hermes / greek myth)

- lvl 4 joseph christiansen

- lvl 3 amity (the owl house)

- lvl 3.5 seven (numberblocks)

- lvl 4 mei overwatch

- lvl 4 grover underwood + leo valdez

- lvl 4 hearthstone (magnus chase)

- lvl 1 + transids dsmp cringe brainmade

- lvl 3 apocalypse brainmade (+ specs)

- lvl 2 + transids female medicalcore brainmade

- lvl 3 transfem michael mell (bmc)

- lvl 4 wallace wells (scott pilgrim)

- lvl 4 transmasc fluttershy

[herehavesomeheadcanons]

Hihi! I saw you were taking requests and so I was wondering if I could have Poe or Sigma fluff (and maybe angst if you're up for it, you don't have to!) hcs? Like where you are sick or smth and they take care of you? And possibly how they make you feel better? Can I also be 🍥 anon if you're okay with it?

Whew, back to writing requests. Sorry for the long wait, but my brain shut down after I finally finished that Christmas event. I'll try to get on with the requests still waiting in my inbox!

Anyway, fluff is absolutely my specialty, and these two dorks are the perfect characters to take care of a sick s/o! I had the idea floating around in my brain, so I added an accidental confession for Poe as well <3

Edgar Allen Poe and Sigma taking care of a sick reader~

As usual, snatched the images off Pinterest

Poe

🤎🦝 Poor Poe freaked out when he heard you were sick. He immediately rushed over to your house and insisted on taking care of you! It doesn't matter how many times you try to push him away and tell him he'll get sick too, he's determined to take care of you!

🤎🦝 The reason for this is that Ranpo gave him the idea. Poe wanted to know how he could win your affections, and Ranpo suggested that he should go and see if you needed care, since you called in sick that morning.

🤎🦝 So now you're being forced to lay on the couch while Poe spoon-feeds you soup that he made himself. I don't see why you would complain, except if you're one of those Akutagawa kinnies that won't admit you're sick until you're dead.

🤎🦝 Poe insists on doing everything for you. To be fair, he is a pretty big help, considering it feels like someone fucked with the Earth's gravity settings and turned them all the way up. Oh, and you're delirious with fever, so no amount of willpower is going to make you able to do chores.

🤎🦝 As you feared, Poe gets sick too. Somehow, he still managed to drag himself to your place, so now you're both lying inert on different couches with a bad flu. You have some absolutely hilarious conversations while you're both completely out of it with fever hallucinations. Unfortunately, you probably won't remember them.

🤎🦝 After a few days of this bullshit, you're starting to feel better. Poe isn't, but your head is starting to clear. One night, you wake up to him rambling on and on about something to Karl. As you listen, you realize he's talking about you.

🤎🦝 "Oh Karl... What am I to do?" *Karl noises* "Yes I suppose you're right... You're so wise, Karl!" *More Karl noises*

🤎🦝 If he didn't talk to Karl like this all the time, you'd probably suspect that the fever had addled his brain to the point of no return. You decide to speak up and see what this nonsense is all about.

🤎🦝 "Hey, Poe, what are you going on about?" "Y/N! You're awake?" "Obviously. Now what are you asking Karl about?" "Oh, I was just trying to figure out what to do about my feelings for you." "...your what?"

🤎🦝 It takes a moment for Poe to realize what he just said. Once he does, he hides under the the blanket for ages. He refuses to come back out and speak to you for the rest of the day. He won't even eat! He's going to need lots of reassurance after such an embarrassing mishap!

Sigma

🤍🎰 Sigma doesn't really have a lot of time on his hands, being the manager of the casino and all. So, when he hears that you're sick, he has an existential crisis. Should he take care of you? Stay? What if he gets sick too? Can the casino run smoothly without him?

🤍🎰 Seeing how worried he is, some of the people working directly under him (I couldn't think of a good word, ok? Leave me alone-) convince him to go look after you. They can handle running the casino in his absence.

🤍🎰 Let's get one thing straight: Sigma is a fabulous caretaker. He just has the instinct for it, I guess. You'll be perfectly fine under his care. He gets you any medicine you need, cooks for you, does chores, and anything else you need. He has absurd multitasking skills, and will keep everything neat and orderly to ensure your speedy recovery.

🤍🎰 He is an absolute sucker for you, so you could probably get away with a lot while sick. You want him to read to you? On it. You want him to sing you to sleep? He'll try his best. He won't do anything that could get him sick, though, so no physical contact. Sorry, but he can't afford to get sick too.

🤍🎰 He is rigorous about keeping your stress to a minimum. He sets limits on who can visit you, how often they can visit, and for how long. He's like your nurse or something. You know Madam Pomfrey from the Harry Potter series? Yeah he's like that.

[cddboxes]

Little announcement

As you probably saw I haven't posted in a while and my last userboxes where having a lot of mistakes and errors so I'm gonna explain a little bit about that, also to talk about my inbox and a little semi surprise(?) so stay here if you want to have a little context (While I understand if you might have an idea of what this post is for)

I have been having one of ths most difficult days and since almost the star of October I hadn't been getting proper self care, at first I thought maybe overworking myself with things I like to do (like sysboxes in this case) will calm my mind but in really only got me worse, that's why the last userboxes had less effort put trough or more mistakes, I was forcing myself to make them and to some point I just stopped because I felt so bad for making them wrong

I can't say I'm ok now becaue I'll be lying, but I feel better enough to start working again in the requests, so today I will start again fulfilling requests, I won't be doing like 10 requests per day as I used to, I will start fufilling them very slowly as I need to get used to again to make them all. By the time I'm doing this post there's 48 requests in my inbox and probably several of those asks are gonna have multiple requests so you can imagine I have a lot of work to do so be patient

About the inbox, I'm not gonna close it, at least not now, if I see there's more and more new request to the point there's more than 80 ask I will close it, but for now I won't, just have in mind I'll probably take my time to make your request because I have a lot of requests already waiting me to do them. I didn't delete any of the previous request, if you want an inbox check I'll do it so you can see if did or not a request. For all the asks in my inbox that aren't request related I'm gonna answer them first and then I'll start doing the requests

I'll probably delete the anon sign off, I don't really see a point for them if they're just gonna make requests and don't interact outside the request, I mean if you want to explain to me how in a request blog it's gonna be useful well I'm happy to hear, but for now I'm thinking about deleting the anon sign off, just saying because idk

The last thing, in this free time I started seeing things and learning new ones and I learned how to do stamps, blinkies and shinny buttons, I haven't made it yet but I'll probably make another blog for taking requests of those things, it will mostly depends on how I feel about the idea and if it would be good recieved, it's 100% confirmed but it's probable I'll do it

So yeah, that's all, a lot of text ik, sorry for that, I'm happy to be back again here and I see you in the posts, thanks for waiting and still sticking around this blog ✨

[positivelyholland]

The Fight For Our Lives

pairing: tom holland x sister!reader

genre: fluff 

warnings: so much talk of taylor swift, bad writing

summary: i don't wanna ruin the plot twist but just read it please 

A/N no one asked for this and I have a million requests in my inbox that i'm working on so just enjoy this short little thing while i work on everything else

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Everyone was so close to a mental breakdown, especially you. And at this point, you felt the need to go back in time and warn your past self. Tell her it's a terrible idea and she definitely shouldn't do it. If you could, you would've never put yourself in this situation in the first place. 

You needed to rewind time and tell Y/N from 45 minutes ago that this was going to end in disaster. 

And Tom felt the exact same way.

If only he wouldn't have accepted the job from his parents to do this. If only he would've thought thing through, then he wouldn't currently be on the verge of committing a crime. 

It was the moment that everyone had been dreading for 15 years. The task that everyone pushed off as a future problem, but now was the moment they had to face their biggest fear....

Teaching Y/N Holland how to drive. 

Tom had been stupid enough to accept the job that his parents offered him, and now he knows exactly why his parents didn't want to do it themselves. 

"Tom, I have a really important chore for you" Nicki started. 

"Ok...." tom responded, putting his phone down.

"Someone needs to teach y/n how to drive, and god knows you're the only one with enough patience to do so"

"ok i'll do it! how hard can it be?" tom laughed at his moms dramatics. 

Oh how naive he was to think that his mom was exaggerating how bad this was going to be, for both Tom and you. 

It had started off pretty smoothly, with only one curb getting hit and almost running over a couple of pedestrians. Although Tom wasn't too worried during those moments, he soon began to fear for his life and sanity. 

You got distracted because of the fact that you listening to Taylor Swift while you drove, so Tom tried to turn off the music after you almost ran a red light because of this. However, you were not pleased with your eldest brother disrupting your jamming session, so you instantly became very irritated. 

You tried to turn it back on, as you insisted that it helped you drive better, but due to the fact that any other person on this earth would disagree with your statement, Tom immediately slapped your hand away from the button that turns your music back on. 

"DONT TOUCH ME I'M LISTENING TO TAYLOR SWIFT" you practically screamed at him. 

"WELL I'M SORRY THAT I WANT TO SURVIVE THIS DRIVE" Tom said, matching your volume. 

"BUT WILDEST DREAMS (taylor's version) HELPS ME KEEP US ALIVE" you said, to which Tom rolled his eyes. 

"you literally missed 3 turns in a row because you were rambling about how good the bridge of this song would mix with 13 of her other songs" Tom started to calm down, but unfortunately for him, you had a point to make. 

"YOU'RE JUST BEING A HATER, AND I'M JUST GONNA SHAKE IT OFF BECAUSE I CAN DRIVE" you were so proud of that comeback that your little smirk accidentally showed through, which angered  your brother even more. 

"Y/N EYES ON THE ROAD" he was overreacting at this point. Everyone knows you can defend Taylor Swift and drive at the same time. You can practically do anything while fulfilling your swiftie duties. 

"I. NEED. TAYLOR. SWIFT." you weren't giving up on this anytime soon, so Tom decided to just let you win this argument. 

That doesn't mean he wasn't scared for his life though.

[annashadowstar]

Hey AnnaShad! Me again! I am so sorry for messing with your inbox too much (if it annoys you a lot) but this keeps in my mind for days... If you still remember that one ask I made to you about how Lay would feel about meeting Baojin for the first time, and I'm not sure if you're doing any writting requests but if you do then can you do a writting request of a scenario where Lay meets Baojin for the first time (to put things clear, Baojin is a biological child of Reginald and RHM, if you know what that means)

Again, I'm so sorry if I'm annoying you with this, but I can't hold it, my ADHD and Anxiety beating the crap out of me.

A little sister

BaoJin and Ronaldo Copperbottom -@lovelygirlnicole15 Amelia Copperbottom-@androidcharles Lay Copperbottom-me Cameron Calvin-@rarestdoge Brutus-@smoresthehalloweenqueen

Lay was walking around the airship as they just finished helping a new member of the Toppat member around the airship. They walk back to their room and sit down, bored out of their mind. Everyone is busy today, including all of their siblings. Amelia is on a mission with Sven and Carol today, and Cameron is having a small date with Brutus, so basically Lay is now alone. Lay look around their room and try to find something that will entertain them as they grab a piece of paper and draw.

Then, RHM and Reginald knock on Lay's door and walk in. "Hi, Dad! Hi father! Do you guys need anything?" Lay asked both Reginald and RHM. Reginald is pregnant, meaning the Toppat Clan has been as busy as ever. Reginald sits down next to Lay and smiles. "Well, since you are the only one that's not busy, we are just here to ask you if you want to spend some time with your dads." Lay's eyes start to spark and nod. "Of course!"

Lay, RHM, and Reginald have been spending time together ever since. Lay looks at Reginald since there's always a question in their mind. "Dad, why do you throw away the pregnancy test?" Reginald chuckles. "I don't even know myself, kid." 'Oh' is all Lay could say. After a while, there's a new member and Lay is already there to guide them around the airship. "And this is where you will work! If you have any other questions, feel free to come and ask me!" The new Toppat member thanks Lay as Lay walks away when Earrings run over to Lay in hurry.

"Lay! Come with me! Chief is about to give birth!" Lay take in the news and run to the medical. Cameron and Amelia were waiting outside the medical. "Where's Father?" Lay asks one of their siblings. Cameron looks at Lay while crossing his arms. "... Father is in there with dad..."

The Copperbottom siblings just now waiting outside the medical, all three of them looking pretty nervous. "I can't touch Dad's belly anymore..." Amelia whines as both Lay and Cameron look at her. "Is this really what you are about?!" Cameron asks/yells. "Guys..." Lay try to stop them before it gets heated. "What? I'm just saying! Don't you want to touch dad's belly?" Amelia ask back. "Why the F-"

"GUYS!!! Right now is not the right time to argue!" Cameron and Amelia look at Lay and sigh, staying quiet for the rest of the waiting. Lay noticed someone in the corner of their eyes and saw Ronaldo Copperbottom. "I'm gonna use the bathroom. You two better not start a fight when I'm gone..."

Cameron rolled his eyes. "No promises..." Lay walks over to Ronaldo and makes sure no one is near them. "Hi, Uncle Ronaldo... How are you doing?" Ronaldo smile. "I see you three are worried about your dad." Lay makes a nervous chuckle.

"Yeah... They have been in there a while now... Will they be ok?" Lay asks Ronaldo. Ronaldo smiles and pats their head. "Don't worry, kiddo. I know my twin brother and he will survive. You don't have to worry, ok?" Lay smiles and nods before walking back and waving goodbye to Ronaldo.

Lay walks back to Cameron and Amelia and just as they expected, they start to argue again... Lay sigh, those two are going to be the death of them. After a little more waiting, a nurse came out with a note. "Excuse me, are you three the Copperbottom siblings?" The three of them all nod. "Great! Please follow me to meet your little sister." The Copperbottom siblings follow the nurse into a room, saw RHM right next to Reginald while Reginald holding a baby.

Amelia is the first one to run over and check her out. Cameron then runs to Reginald's side to look at the baby. Lay slowly walks over, having some bad thoughts. 'What if she doesn't like me?... Will I be a bad sibling? I don't want to hurt her...' RHM walks over and picks Lay up. "Ya don't 'ave to be worry, kiddo." Lay stares at RHM as he brings Lay to Reginald. Cameron moves a bit to let Lay meet their little sister for the first time.

Lay look at the baby. "H-hi little sister..." The baby groans a bit and looks at Lay. Lay nervously smiles and waves. "Would you like to hold her?" Reginald asks Lay. Lay slowly nods as Reginald hands the baby to Lay. Lay gently holds the baby as the baby looks up at Lay and giggles. "Aww, she likes you."

"What are you guys going to name her?" Amelia ask. Reginald and RHM look at each other and smile. "We decided to name her 'BaoJin'."

"Bao what now? Ba Ji?" Cameron tried to pronounce the name completely wrong. "What does that even mean?"

"It means 'precious gold' in Chinese..." Lay answers Cameron's question and holds BaoJin close to them, smiling. "Welcome to the world, XiaoBao..."

"And what does that mean?"

"It means 'Little Precious', idiot."

"Hey! If you don't have Google Translate in you, you wouldn't even know the meaning!"

Cameron and Amelia start to fight again. The rest of them sigh and smile. Lay looks at the asleep BaoJin and smiles again. 'I will protect you no matter what happens, I promise.'

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Thanks for reading! And as for your question, no you are not bothering me. My ask is always open and I don't mind doing some writing request. I'm actually happy to answer some asks! I hold you enjoy reading this and hope you have a nice day or night!

[givemea-dam-break]

babes is back

hello my lovies!!!!!!

i am back!!!! much to your pleasure and simultaneous screaming because yes, if i am back, the fics will be back. and they will be painful.

i thought i’d give you guys a little explanation as to why i kind of randomly stopped coming on tumblr despite my reappearances in december, which were because the lovely @neewtmas had her 12 days of christmas (FIND THAT HERE) and we’re online friends in real life (if that makes any sense at all) and i wanted to support her!!!! my wife!!!!

under the cut below is my little rundown, under a cut simply because i don’t want to take up a million scrolls of your dash if you don’t want to read my reasonings or you are just happy i am back (i luv u)

i have felt terrible since becoming inactive on tumblr since i made so many friends and had so so so many people supporting not only my fanfictions but the edits i also started making, so this is also kind of like my apology to you guys because i went so unexpectedly and without any explanation. so if you want to keep reading, then keep reading!

BOO

scary cut. i know. it’s ok. i am here to protect u.

anyways, like i said, my inactivity on tumblr was a completely out of the blue thing that even i didn’t expect. one day, i just found myself unable to go on the app out of pure dread which i had never felt because it was one of my faves.

and not dread because of anything that had happened here per se, just because my life had been becoming a bit of a mess.

that goes way back, but the crux of it was when me and my boyfriend of 4 years (who i had been staying with after my mum moved away) broke up

i won’t get into details about the breakup itself for both my privacy and his (very unique instances caused it), but basically it got worse and worse, and by october time it was getting to a point where i wasn’t feeling right at all. he was messaging me all the time, begging to get back together, the usual, but he was always wanting to come see me at my dads and for SOME REASON felt as though he had some entitlement to meet my new cats aka my little babies. he was saying creepy things to me (that he didn’t mean as creepy) and by november i blocked him.

i wasn’t feeling safe physically, worried i’d see him on my walks home from the shop in a different town that he comes to often to hang out in with his best friend, but also mentally. i wasn’t in a good mental space at all. i was scared. i was confused. he had pushed all of the blame of the breakup onto me. i was working 35 hours a week while being a student (still am) and my brain had no time for anything but work, studying, and worrying.

tumblr isn’t my job, but the pure guilt i felt when i deleted the app hit me like a tonne of bricks. i felt terrible. one of the only things that gave me solace was something i couldn’t bring myself to go on to. i couldn’t bring myself to write the requests i had piling in, ones i still have huge guilt for never getting around to writing. i couldn’t bring myself to keep answering messages or reblogging things because i didn’t have it in me. i didn’t even write at all october-november because i just had nothing in me, which is so so unlike me.

one thing that did keep me going though, was my emails. “eden ew ur job alert emails? ur period tracker app trying to get u onto premium? the emails from the joint account u had with ur ex for his music career that went kasplut?” no silly. maybe the job alerts - my job has too much drama.

no. 15 year old eden logging back into tumblr and setting email notifs on for comments, tags, and inbox was perhaps the smartest thing she did, and she got all A’s in her exams.

every now and then, i’d get a little tumblr notification. one of those “put this in the inbox of one of your favourite blogs blah blah blah” i luv em. can never get myself to do them because of the 13 year old in me screaming to never do chain mail again after carmen winstead and her creepy voicenote. but i love them, and i appreciate every single person who sent me one.

i could see people commenting on my fics, and absolutely loving them. i could see what my mutuals tagged me in, even if i wasn’t able to react to them.

it gave me peace of mind to keep going with my life while still being able to cling onto the happiness this site brings me while not actually accessing it.

i will always be sorry that i left so suddenly, but it was a spur of the moment thing and something i couldn't even explain myself.

i'm back now, but i likely won't be as active as i used to be. i'm prioritising work and my studies as much as i can while still finding time to write. this being said, i can't promise that all requests sent to my inbox/messages will be answered. part of my leaving was being so overwhelmed by them all (and i thank you all for choosing me to requests fics from, it means a lot!) so if your request doesn't get answered, i truly am sorry and it isn't anything personal! maybe I'll get around to it in the future, but for now i want to bring the joy back to writing for me so i will not be overloading myself like i used to!

i hope you can all understand, and know i love you all so, so dearly! i wouldn't have the friends i do or be where i am in life without all of you!

love u all lots lovies <3

-ur favourite person ever ever ever, eden MWAH

[nomazee]

take me home

march 7th x reader 

word count: 1.3k

summary: it’s late at night, and your hands are stained with the harsh charcoal of your artwork—which means, naturally, that march’s hands are softening just to take care of you. 

content: COLLEGE AU, roommates, comfort (without any hurt really), pining, reader is an art major (I AM PROJECTING), sickeningly sweet, unspoken love

notes: a request has been sitting in my inbox for months now. this is not that request. i am so sorry. every time i add another wip to my in-progress page suddenly i lose all motivation to work on ANYTHING on that list and instead i do this. i vomit on a google doc. ok. anyways... ENJOY

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at midnight, you come back to the ground after working on autopilot for two hours. now that you’re present, grounded, in this world, you can feel the tremble of your hands and the ache in your stomach from only drinking lukewarm plain tea for half the day. 

it’s an awful, awful habit, and you know that. you just don’t have the space to work on fixing it in the throes of three midterm projects and an exam. you look down at your hands, stained with a mix of white and black charcoal. it’s caked under your fingers, too, and eraser shreds cling to your skin. in the dim light of your desk lamp, they kind of look like tiny worms, and the thought makes you shiver. 

march comes into your room, the only indicator being the clicks of your door opening and closing and the gentle shuffle of her slippers against your carpet. you don’t turn—you never need to, with her, because she’s already putting a gentle hand on your shoulder and leaning down to whisper something in your ear, something like “come eat, i made you dinner,” or maybe “take a shower, i’ll clean your room.” whatever it is, the specifics don’t matter, because these nights always end the same. 

it’s a gentle routine. something you don’t get often, which is good, because at least that means you don’t overwork yourself near the point of sickness too often. but it’s also terrible, because that means the uncharacteristic softness of march’s hands against your shoulders and voice against your cheek and weight against your back will always be that—uncharacteristic. like an astrological event that only comes once every million years, except you get it maybe once every month, which still isn’t enough for your yearning, empty hands. 

you’re in the kitchen, suddenly, led by march’s arm gently wrapped around your shoulders as she walks in tandem with you. her mouth presses against your cheek, you’re pretty sure, as she sits you down in your cramped, tiny kitchen and slides a hot bowl of something in front of you. 

“i’m gonna tidy your room. is there anything you don’t want me to touch?” and there’s a twitch in your face now, because you were right about the cleaning-your-room part, and march always asks this. if there’s anything she shouldn’t touch, because there’s something about the late hours of the night that makes her suddenly so considerate about little things like that. 

“just the drawing,” you tell her, because the drawing is thirty-six by forty-eight inches and took you two weeks and a lot of stress to finish, and if something happened to it then you’d burn the entire campus down, “but everything else is fine. thank— thank you.” 

and it’s hard getting that out, and you feel ridiculous for it. like you’re some spoiled kid who was never raised to say thank you in your life, but this is hard. this is different, because you’re twenty and your roommate has taken care of you more times than you’re willing to admit and yet she never expects anything of you. and it hurts because she’s the type of person who you think might hold it against you—in a joking, lighthearted way, like you have to get me one of those expensive coffee’ from the campus cafe before class tomorrow, or next time we order food you’re paying, but instead she just never mentions it and it makes you want to throw up, maybe. 

but you don’t—throw up, that is, because there’s a steaming bowl of rice and vegetables in front of you and the sound of shuffling and pencils being put away echoes from your room down the hall and everything is so domestic and it’s so late at night that you just sink into it. happy and content and warm, deep in your gut where the emptiness was sitting. 

march pulls you away, again, once your bowl is empty and you finish the cup of water she gave you. you close your eyes blearily and feel a wet wipe on your face, one of those cleansing wipes that you buy for times like this when you’re too tired to actually wash your face. of course, you didn’t expect them to be used like this when you first started buying them—with your roommate rubbing firm circles into your skin, close enough that you can hear the whistle of her nose every time she exhales. you don’t complain. not with march. never with march.

“i’m tired,” you’re saying, and your eyes are still shut and the ache in your hands has spread through your entire body. you’re well-fed and satiated and your face is damp with diluted tea tree oil instead of the icky sheen of sweat from before, and you’re tired. you whine it out, almost, like a petulant child in the car on a road trip asking are we there yet, and pretending to be asleep when the car engine slows to a stop and the car doors start to open.

march’s hands cradle your face, cleansing wipe discarded somewhere on the counter. and your eyes are still closed, and you’re really considering it—the whole faking-being-asleep thing, because you’d love nothing more than for march to guide you to bed with a hand slung around your waist, tracing the strip of skin under the hem of your shirt and maybe a gentle kiss on your cheek, or maybe even your neck. the night is deep, and your eyelids are weighing down on the rest of your body, and your inhibitions have dwindled with the sun a long time ago. there’s nothing stopping the flood of stupid sappy thoughts rushing through your sleep-addled brain. 

“i know,” march mumbles, something like affection in her voice. her words are cut off, like she wants to say something else, like she wants to tag on a pet name and call you my love or baby or sweetheart. you say, “i’m really tired, march,” because if you don’t get to bed soon then you’re going to start saying these things out loud and to her face. 

but that just makes it worse, because now it’s like she’s pouring everything she can into you. all her half-reluctant affections and the tenderness of her eyes and the way her thumbs are rubbing circles into your jaw now. she looks at you with furrowed brows and a corner of her mouth presses downward, like she’s worried, and you want to laugh because you never thought your stupid, half-rude, stubborn roommate would be worried for you. 

“okay. let’s get you to bed.” she puts an arm around your shoulder and guides you up from the couch that she set you down on when she was cleaning your face, and you want her to pick you up so badly that you can’t stop the way your hand comes up to clutch at her shoulder, too, while she walks patiently next to your weak, sluggish legs. you might cry, or kiss her, or fall asleep slumped against her side, and you don’t know what would be worse. 

there’s no more time to contemplate that, anyways, because now you’re in bed and march is tucking you in and you feel childish. “i’m sorry” bubbles up at your throat and you get half of it out before she clicks her tongue, letting out a heavy sigh as she kneels by your nightstand, tidying the scraps of paper and gum wrappers and dusty glasses of water. 

“what are you even apologizing for?” she asks rhetorically. it’s almost scolding, but she cares in her own way, and you’ve known her long enough to understand what her tone means. you wish she’d get mad instead of being so kind. you wish she would be as sarcastic as she is in the daytime with you instead of softening at the edges and at the center and at the sides. you wish she’d kiss you, maybe. 

“i don’t know.” you’re not even sure if your words are making any sense, if the vowels slur together or if your tongue even hits the roof of your mouth or if you’re already asleep—but you must be asleep, because you can feel a pressure against your cheek and surely that can’t be march kissing you goodnight. of course it wouldn’t be.

[requiemsystem]

Hey.

I saw your post to help out newly found systems/questioning systems. It was really helpful, I just have a question. How do you live with being a system?. It’s honestly so hard, whenever a lot of our alters front they don’t do things to keep up with day to day activity’s, so then me (the gatekeeper) and the host are forced to do a lot of those things. Communication is already extremely hard for us, and I’m getting super burnt out already.

-Gatekeeper

yeah, it really is hard. im not gonna lie and say i enjoy being a part of a system, because truthfully, i dont. i do want my own life and my own body. i think the best thing to keep in mind is that it is ok to be upset about being a part of a system, its ok to be hurt and not love being a system. a lot of people want to make it seem like its all positive, but its usually not that. yes, there can be good moments, but for us at least it usually sucks now, for the more practical part of living as a system. setting simple expectations and even system rules can be incredibly helpful for situations like this if you can get everyone on board with following them. for us, we have a few simple rules and guidelines with a simple rewards / consequences system in place to ensure everyone follows them. our rewards / consequences system looks something like this: if you follow the rules, you get more time in front or money to buy things you want or anything else practical that you want to request. if you repeatedly break the rules, you get put on front monitoring (another alter watches you when youre in front, usually a gatekeeper), sent for innerworld counselling, etc. depending on severity of rulebreaking since some of our rules are just like "go to work and keep up with responsibilities" while others relate to safety we will probably have a much more in depth post on system rules coming out in the near future, so if this seems beneficial to you, maybe keep an eye out for that as for the communication thing, id try starting with external communication since that tends to be easier. if this isnt possible for you, maybe look into other methods that may work for you. we have a whole post on communication that can be found here if you havent seen it yet if other alters are fronting and not doing things, maybe try to figure out why they arent doing these things. is there not enough incentive / motivation? if so, how can you make it more motivating for them? maybe you can implement a rewards system like discussed above, or you can find something else that would motivate them. are they not doing it because they are too busy with other things? what are they busy with? is this something they need to be doing? maybe ask them to re-evaluate how they spend their time. are they capable of doing the task that youre asking them to do? etc. just figure out why they arent doing it and try to problem solve from there i hope some of this advice is helpful, and i wish you the best of luck! as always, our inbox or messages are open for any further questions or comments! - grey

[unchartedwrites]

Heyy, could I request a fanfic where the reader meets Rafe in college/or university and they kinda hate each other at the beginning because the teacher wants them to do a project together: (could be any subject) but while working on that project they get closer to each other. Thank you, I hope that's not too much to ask and I hope you understood my shitty english. :D

A/N: Hello! First off, I do apologise that it has taken me so long to pick up this request. It literally has been sitting in my inbox for couple of years now. I’ve decided to go through my inbox and pick up requests to write and clear it down to those who did make one. It has been a while since I’ve written something so please forgive me if it’s a bit rusty, I’m going to keep it short and simple, so I hope that it’s ok! Wherever you may be in life, dear anon, I hope all is going well for you! :’)

It hasn’t been long since you had started college and you’ve seemed to settle in pretty well. You enjoyed your classes and found a couple of friends along the way. Regardless of your positive start, something or someone was always looming over in the back of your mind, almost like a dark shadow you couldn’t escape from. 

It was Rafe Adler.

It was an understatement to say that there weren’t many who haven’t yet heard his name. Oh no, he was quite the character, and very liked among his peers. Was it his good grades, his great communication skills, or his good looks? Well, that’s what everyone else would always narrow it down to.

Oh, but you weren’t so easily fooled, Rafe was nothing short of arrogant, cocky, handsome yes, but you could see right through him and that made you despise him. You hated him and it was no secret that he didn’t like you either…or so you though.

It was then that you were snapped out of your daze, thinking of him of all people, when the professor had called out your name, soon after followed by his.

You couldn’t believe it, there was no way that you were being paired up with him to do this project. Despite your internal turmoil, getting a good grade is what mattered the most, and you certainly weren’t going to let Rafe get in the way of that.

Being as subtle as possible you glanced his way, knowing exactly where he would be sitting, but to your surprise he was already looking directly at you, not so subtle at all. 

A smirk on his lips, his eyes never left yours. You felt heat rising up your body and flooding your face, why was your heart beating so much faster now. You quickly averted his gaze, not letting him have the satisfaction of seeing you like this. Was this his way of mocking you? You certainly didn’t want to dwell on this any longer. 

The moment the class was dismissed, you proceeded to pack up your things as quickly as possibly and make a hasty exit just to avoid having a run in with Rafe on the way out. Just as you thought you were nearly in the clear, your bag already zipped up and ready to go, you were stopped in your tracks.

“Y/N.” 

You recognised that voice. It was Rafe. 

So much for a swift exit, you had no choice but to look towards the man.

“Rafe.” You tried to sound as neutral as possible. “Something I can help you with?” You continued, hoping that this doesn’t have to go on longer than necessary.

“I’m glad you asked.” He smirked again, it was always that damn smirk. There he was, once again, making your blood boil. He then continued, “This upcoming project, I was hoping to make a start on it today.” He gestured between the both of you.

“Uh-huh, sure, that’s fine with me.” It was rather unlike Rafe to act this civil towards you, maybe he needed that good grade on this project too. That was the only one thing you would ever have in common with someone like him, at least that’s what you kept telling yourself.

“I’m free after seven, meet you at the library?” You suggested.

“Great.” He seemed satisfied with your proposal. Just as he was turning to head towards the exit, he gave you one last glance, “See you at the library, partner.”

You almost didn’t catch it, but did he just wink at you. You were left standing in your spot in utter disbelief as you watched him walk away. 

You knew right then, that this was going to be no ordinary semester at college, and there was only one person who is going to be responsible for this.

It was Rafe Adler.

[cyncerity]

ok this isn’t really a post about the situation but it is a minor update to how i’ll be handling a few of my aus:

the whole rant is under the cut but tldr: the aus i talk about here are Store Shifter, Dad’s Troubles, Flubber, and Epic. Store Shifter and Dad’s Troubles are getting left alone, Flubber is getting a minor recast, and Epic is getting more majorly reworked (mostly character wise, kinda plot wise). As of right now, Wil/crimeboy centric fics are on pause. Not cancelled, but i’ll see later down the road if they need changed or if i can learn to separate the character from the creator. I will be updating the Epic au soon with said reworkings cause i really really really wanna finish that story. I have yet to start and actually finish a chaptered fic and I want this to be my first.

most recently i’ve been posting a few updates on mainly the Store Shifter and Flubber au, while i’ve been kinda working on the Dad’s Troubles and Epic AU in the background.

For the most part, these aus will remain unchanged because you know who either isn’t in them or isn’t a main character. For the Store Shifter, i’m not changing it for now because he isn’t and was never planned to be an important character. I’m just gonna ignore him in that au. Dad’s Troubles he just straight up isn’t in, so that one is unchanged.

Flubber au is a little different: i’m just recasting. He doesn’t have a huge part, but it is a lore important one, so from now on in that story the main antagonist will be Dream (1: he’s easy to stick in the “Tommy’s antagonistic boss” role and 2: i need at least one au where Dream is an antagonist lol). So yeah i’ll make a more official post for that au later.

The main reason for this post tho is the Epic AU, which is one of my personal favorites and i have so much that I want to talk about it for and even a whole bunch of new characters and concepts and world building that I want to post about. However, this au faces a problem for me at this moment: it’s crimeboy centric.

As of right now, I do not feel comfortable updating any of my Wil/crimeboy centric aus/fics. This is not to say I’m discontinuing them, i’m personally very attached to my own fics and a lot of them were written to either help me feel better or to help other people feel better, so I don’t feel right just throwing them away. Also, i will never be deleting my fics or shutting down this account, so I don’t want people to worry there, either. However, I don’t know how comfortable I am with writing for c!Wil rn, especially since this situation is still so fresh and plenty of people haven’t shared their experiences/responses (not to say that I expect anyone to; i don’t expect everything to be handled publicly over twitter). I think in time i’ll be able to separate the character from the actor; unfortunately i’ve been through this before. i’ve seperated characters who were far more like their creator from said creator who had done far worse things (if anyone on this blog has watched TribeTwelve, you know exactly what I’m talking about).

However, even if I eventually decide that I can write c!Wil while separating him from his creator, i don’t know if i’ll ever feel fully comfortable incorporating him in stories with a bigger cast of characters given the cc responses to his actions. Any stories where I have him interacting with people like Ranboo, Tubbo, or especially Niki will likely need to be changed because i don’t feel comfortable portraying them like friends anymore.

I’ve kind of done this before, honestly, i just never posted about it last time: when beeduo first stopped talking publicly, i stopped writing for beeduo. To this day, i have a fuck ton of beeduo requests in my inbox that i never got to and may not ever write because i didn’t feel comfortable writing their characters being close when in real life they may have had a falling out or now hated each other (so, so sorry to the people that sent those btw). Over time, most people started to realize that it was because of the crazy amount of shipping. It was bad during the dsmp and only got worse when Ranboo came out and all the speculation over Tubbo’s sexuality hit its peak when he’d made it very clear that crossed his boundaries. After realizing their silence was likely just them trying to shut up a more toxic part of both of their fanbases, i became a bit more comfortable writing them as friends again. I still haven’t made any beeduo centric fics or stories since then cause i don’t know the full story of what happened between them, this is all just speculation, but i at least have them be friends as supporting characters in aus i’ve already made.

All this to say that the way i handle the rest of my aus really depends on how things play out more with the situation. Again, it’s still new and i’m still gathering my thoughts. I can think about it more clearly now that i’ve gotten over the shock, which is why i’m posting this, but not every decision will be finalized immediately.

However, back to the Epic AU, it will be getting a rework in a lot of ways. I’m changing up the cast, and i’ve decided to cut Wil entirely because 1: i’m impatient and this is an au that i really wanna start up again and keep working on right now and 2: in the au i have him being friends with Ranboo and Dream and Tubbo and again that’s just not something i feel super comfortable with rn. So, i’m recasting and minorly changing the plot so i can update that one soon cause honestly i just miss it. I’ve still got so many asks and art requests (Becky sent me an art request like almost a year ago now and istg i’m gonna fucking draw it if it kills me) and there was a whole nother species i teased a bunch and then just…never told you about.

So yeah expect an update on the Epic AU soon and thank you for reading this entire fucking essay. As a little bonus for taking your time to read this, i’ll give you a hint for the next au im working on: karlnapity and vampires >:)

Eat, drink water, and get a good nights rest, take care of yourself <3

[darlingpassion]

Hello are requests still open for villains that you will write a smut alphabet for? It looks like in your bio you don't take requests but I can't find any other posts. It's ok if not. 😅 I saw you have no other asks right now so Im just asking. Love your work

Unfortunately, no. I still have one alphabet to do that's from... Last year. I'm really sorry to the sender of that alphabet request 😣 it's in my drafts, and that's why my inbox is zero at the moment; it's in my drafts box. But I don't feel comfortable taking in another request for that until I finish the one that desperately needs to be done.

But thank you so much!!! It's so comforting and flattering to see you guys like my horny thoughts 😆 ^^ it genuinely is. I'm still new to NSFW writing, so this helps a lot to see so many are interested in my takes on these characters!! I'm trying to get better at requests. And thank you very much for asking before sending the request ^^

If you want to send in asks gushing about characters, or my thoughts on them (simple asks like what I think a character prefers, what i thinm about a headcannon of yours, or just what I think about them in general are way easier to do than requests and you can absolutely send those in ^^), I'd love to see it!! ^^

[demiesworld]

hi guys! so i wanted to give you all this update as to why i have not been posting as much. for the past month i have been working at my job diligently, and at the same time ultimately concerned with my health and wellbeing. i know i made a post a while ago, saying that i was worried about my health and my kidney function, because i am a type 2 diabetic and kidney disease is common in my family. i have visited my new primary care doctor (for those who do not live in the US a primary care doctor is a healthcare provider that practices in general medicine and they are the individual i can go to to get check ups, vaccinations, referrals to specialists etc.) and a blood test as well as a urine test was done just last week.

the results of the blood test, my primary care doctor told me were fine. my urine test, to me told a different story, i noticed that my creatinine in my urine was low. it was at 17 when the reference range is 20 to 275 according to the lab test. anyways, i didn't ask them about my creatinine levels yet because i will be doing another visit with them at the end of this month to discuss over my results and what we will be doing as patient and doctor to make sure that i will be ok.

my blood sugar levels have been excellent. my respiratory is fine. my heart beat is normal. however i just have a really huge concern for my kidney function. until i get to see a kidney doctor who will do a test and the test informs me that i am well then i won't be worrying anymore. right now i am constantly stressing about my kidney function, i have been trying to distract myself with trying to finish writing requests, watching new anime shows, and going to the gym to put my mind off of it, but at the end of the night when my head hits my pillow it is all that i am thinking about.

i am writing this post to you guys, my followers and new followers, because i want for you all to know that i am still here. im still around, and i am trying my hardest to fulfill requests in my inbox and drafts. i am suffering right now from a really bad case of writer's block and stress. i think that is better to be transparent with you guys, and to let you all know what is going on with me.

i feel really bad that im not writing as often as i should be. i just hope, pray, and wish that this writer's block will go away and i will start writing again.