#the whole thing feels like a missed opportunity bc i didn’t do anything i wanted to really

[j-esbian]

thinking abt how much of my life i’ve lost to depression and i truly want to throw up

[joesalw]

Old swiftie here. I'm so over Taylor shading Joe. Like, I've always defended her because she, as an artist, is allowed to express herself and sing about her life, but she's literally just been taking cheap, coordinated shots against him for months now and it's just ugly. It's one thing for her to write about her feelings, another to shit talk him to her girlfriends, and a WHOLE OTHER THING to take every opportunity to blast him in front of the whole world. It's even worse to me that he really wanted to be private and now that they're over she's making everything public as a last laugh. He hasn't said anything, he's barely shown his face since the break up. All of this could have gone away by now, if she didn't keep bringing it back up. For someone who talked a whole lot about her accomplishments being diminished by the media in favor of her love life and how unfair that is, right now she's the only one to blame for it. She's really not missing any chances when it comes to talking about Travis and even worse comparing them being public to Joe. And I'm sorry, but some of the stuff she says is just hurtful no matter what unfolded. Wasted time? Really? I just don't get how someone can write such beautiful love songs, be so in love, talk for YEARS about how being private is the right thing and what she needed for their mental health, and then go "wow what a load of wasted time you were, and I gotta tell the whole world about it." She just flipped on him so hard and that's the kind of thing I always defended her from. I'm not finding her at all different from the likes of Kanye. That's not the kind of person I'd like to be around in real life and it definitely isn't the kind of person I want to be supporting. Idk I just really can't with the way she's rewriting history. It's like she forgot she disappeared for a reason and has now fully bought into the idea that he kept her locked in her basement or something. I always thought that if you really wanted to know someone's character you should put them on top of the world and see what they do with all that power and I'm sad to say nothing Taylor has done this year has made me think she's someone I should root for. Working with a rapist, dating a racist/misogynist/zionist then defending him, turning on someone she once implied save her life, the way she handled the Rio shows in Brazil (as a brazilian fan)... It's all just rotten. A real shame bc I've been with her since 06 but better late than never I guess.

A real shame indeed, because she's someone i used to defend a lot as well. But with everything that has happened this year have put such a bad taste in my mouth and also made me realize how her haters have always been so right. I used to think she has improved herself a lot both personally and professionally but to throw away all those character development as a wastage of time just because a relationship didn’t work out is so childish and embarrassing, like how can her fans not see through this?

[azure-firecracker]

ATLA Live Action Episode 5: Overall Thoughts.

I think this is an unpopular opinion but I didn’t mind that everyone got trapped in the Spirit World this time. This show tends to do better at crafting new material than adapting the original’s material, largely due to the fact that anything they do to that material will most likely pale in comparison. This isn’t to say I think they should rewrite the whole plot, but it’s cool when they get to explore a totally new thing. I like the spirit world as a setting, and I like the “creepy place that none of the characters know how to deal with” trope so that in itself did work for me. I saw people annoyed that Wan Shi Tong was there but I didn’t really care one way or another (with the exception of wondering what they’ll do if they get a Book 2 bc I love The Library). I also saw people annoyed that Aang knew who Hei Bai was right away, but to me that was required for this new plot so again, that didn’t bother me.

On Aang: this episode is where the show’s tone shift really got to me. I like that this show was more willing to delve into Aang’s trauma and how tragic his backstory was: while the original dealt with it well, it had limitations due to its being a kids show. This version had an opportunity to explore it more and I’m glad it did. But this episode was where I started to miss the levity of original Aang. It felt like every line was about his destiny, his guilt, his need to be a hero, etc. etc. And this is great in small doses but it can’t be Aang’s (or anyone’s) whole character. Aang needs to feel like a person beyond the backstory, and in this episode he didn’t (and I know it’s writing not acting because Gordon acted the hell out of those lines as usual). Aang being the only one who could resist the fog felt plot armor-y to me but it’s whatever. I liked the further development of Aang and Gyatso’s relationship, they’re very sweet, BUT this is the billionth instance of the show taking something important Katara did (in this case telling Aang he couldn’t have stopped the Air Nomad genocide) and giving it to a male character. They need to stop doing that.

Katara has gone back to doing nothing and having things happen to her but that was true for everyone this episode so I’ll let it slide THIS TIME! Her flashback was well-done (both Kiawentiio and whoever plays young Katara DELIVERED on the acting). The change of having her mother die explicitly because of her bending, while dark, has potential for really interesting exploration in the future, and also sets up some parallels with Aang if they want to explore that. There are also some rather problematic aspects of it relative to her arc as a whole (explained in this awesome post), but in isolation I think it works as a writing choice.

Sokka’s backstory was also well done and I liked that they laid the foundations for where his insecurities come from. I saw some people saying Hakoda would never say that, but I don’t think he was characterized thoroughly enough in the original to make that call. I also think that he’s a minor enough character that they can make those changes without much of a consequence. I do, however, think they needed to switch Sokka and Katara’s flashbacks in terms of order, because Katara’s is objectively way worse but having Sokka’s after it makes it feel like it’s not and it’s just weird.

Zuko didn’t do a lot this episode but Dallas Liu continues to be great.

Highlight of the episode was definitely the Azula scenes for me (and yes this is definitely influenced by my bias since she’s my favorite character). I wasn’t sure how I felt about her nearly burning the trainer because she’s not a RAAAH ANGER character and I didn’t want them to make her one, but I thought about it and realized it made sense if it was more of an “I’m practicing and I can’t stop” thing. I decided to interpret it that way and give it the benefit of the doubt. Of course I loved the “You’re perfect” “It’s not good enough” exchange. It’s an echo of Azula’s book 2 intro but with a younger Azula who’s with her friends and doesn’t have to wear the same masks and hasn’t beaten all the insecurities out of herself yet. I like that this show is allowing her to show so many emotions right off the bat. I loved Azula as a villain in Book 2 but it felt like the original didn’t decide they wanted her to be more than that until mid book 3. This show wants her to be more layered right off the bat, and as someone who always advocates for acknowledging Azula’s depth I really appreciate that. I also loved the shots of her training and just being so frustrated with herself during Gyatso’s final monologue. The narration suited her well and it was something I always pictured her doing when I imagined her life in between Zuko’s banishment and Book 2. It felt very in character.

My overall impression was that not a lot happened in this episode. Like, almost nothing happened. They introduced a cool new setting which I think worked. They used the lack of plot to do some good character work, with varying degrees of success. The flashbacks were good, but the show needs to do more thinking on how those events shaped the characters beyond just having them be their trauma. The main trio’s dynamic did improve a little bit in the spirit world. Sokka and Katara both got to be snarky which was great, but I do still feel like that dynamic is lacking and I can’t put my finger on why. I think it’s serious tone because every time the three of them are together they’re talking about some massive thing. They’re never just…together. I appreciated that this episode had some together time, even if only a little. Azula was by far the highlight (for me) I hope I like her future scenes just as much. And here’s a reminder that anyone who hates on Lizzy Yu for not looking exactly like a cartoon character is not welcome on this blog.

I’ll give this episode an 8.4/10 (elevated because of the Azula scenes).

[insomniakisses]

Sometimes you have to learn to share

Requested? no

Warnings/Notes: jealousy, drama in friendships, jennie being a smol sassy bean, Sua lowkey jennie bashes, kind of ooc but i feel like pissed of and jealous Sua is lowkey a bitch.

Note 2: i spent days on this bc i have minimal time to dedicate a day to wrote so i thing it may flick between tenses.

Fic type: fluff, slightly angst

Reader: fem reader

You’d been Boras best friend for what felt like a lifetime. The two of you having met when you were trainees eventually debuting in different companies. Her in Happy face, later DCC and you in YG entertainment. Which was were you had originally met Jennie, finding her having some extra practice in on of the practice rooms.

You fondly remember how she had been so on guard about you interrupting her, assuming you were some crazy fan that had walked in rather than what you were; a trainee who had booked the practice room for extra practice the before before your debut.

That night the two of you had decided to share the room, intending to practice together as one was preparing for debut and the other a solo comeback. However the night took a turn when you fell trying to do a flip and Jennie managed to keep you from falling flat on your face. After that the two of you spent the night talking and getting to know each other, only realising how much of a fuck up that was when the morning staff entered the room and you were both very late for your schedules.

It was 2 months after that day that you two saw each other again, your schedules aligning and you running into each other in the YG canteen. Well she was running you were daydreaming. Regardless, it ended in her ice coffee all over your white shirt and her “helping” by rubbing it in even more. You proposed changing while she went to the studio since she seemed so desperate to get there fast but you never would of guessed leaving with her number.

She laughed at your shocked face when she had asked if she could give you her number, giving the excuse of replacing your shirt. Taking the opportunity to grab your wrist and pull out a marker, scribbling something down before skipping away.

“X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X, Jennie x”

It was the weekend when you finally text her, filled with nerves and slight embarrassment at your awkwardness. Fearing she might not remember you at all.

Unknown 10:23 am: Hey! Its y/n

Unknown 10:26 am: realised you probably don’t know my name, we met in the practice room.. then you spilt your coffee on me

Jennie 🫢 12:34 pm: Oh hey sorry, i was recording!! I’m free in an hour if you want to go shopping and replace that hideous shirt

Clumsy Girl 12:34 pm: So my shirts hideous now 🤨 I’m not good enough for the likes of miss Jennie Kim of BLACKPINK? I see i see 😂

Jennie 🫢 12:35 pm: Well… it was a nice colour?? 😂 AND i didn’t even mention your shoes 😉

Clumsy Girl☺️ 12:35 pm: So i guess ill meet you outside the building in 10, should i dress up for u little miss Chanel?

Chanel Princess 👑 12:36 pm: Like you could 😂😉

Chanel Princess 👑 12:36 pm: See you in 5! ☺️ I wait for no one 😌

You remember having to sprint half way there just to be on time, only for her to record your out of breath half walk half jog when you arrived. Claiming it was the best thing she had scene all day. And although you had planned on going on a shopping spree you had seen an arcade and practically dragged the girl in claiming she had to play at least one game.

Having spent the day playing game after game, you ended the night with a go on the claw machines winning her a dumpling plush and claiming it looked just like her. You could see the red taint her cheeks and how her gummy smile practically lit up the whole street and in that moment you couldn’t understand why anyone could possibly hate her.

Though the sky was dark and the air has began to get chilly, you decided to walk her home talking about anything and everything until you saw her starting to get a bit cold. Stopping you had attempted to take off your jacket only for her to raise a brow at you,

“If you think your going to go all knight in shining armour on me and give me that flimsy hoodie to ‘keep me warm’ then your dead wrong” she huffed pulling out a designer jacked from her bag and slipping it on.

“I am prepared and stylish!” She flicks her hair dramatically with a wink, “besides, it takes more than a half ripped hoodie that smells of arcade and practice room to woo me miss lover girl” she gives you a light shove.

Raising your hands in defence you nod approvingly “noted.” Smiling softly you pick up your conversation once more, unaware to the buzzing of your phone in your pocket.

Walking her up the drive to her house you could help but smile when she stopped at the door to give you a shy wave, holding back her grin before she all but skipped inside leaving you a giddy mess as you made your way back to your own house, finally fishing your phone out of your hoodie.

27 miss calls from Dancing Queen 💃🏻

23 messages from Drancing Queen 💃🏻

112 messages from Dreamcatcher and Y/N 💖

Gasping you quickly dialled Boras number going straight to answer machine, which was expected given it seemed like you had been ignoring her. Trying her phone again, this time it picked up,

~on the phone~

You: Bora Hey! I’m so sorry i was out and-

Siyeon: She doesn’t want to talk to you.

You: W-What? But she called me? Many times i might add

Siyeon: Maybe because you missed out weekly film night and didn’t even give us a reason why… we were all worried you know.

You: I’m so sorry! I can come round now? With ice cream and more stuff and-

Beeeeeeep

Sighing you decided to just go home figuring your friends would talk when they felt less hurt. Walking inside your bedroom you went straight to bed feeling incredibly guilty.

For the next few weeks you got radio silence from dreamcatcher, bar Jiu who had called a few times to check you were okay. Feeling alone you leaned on your members a lot more and made many new friends in the company. Eventually regularly having lunch with ur band mates, Blackpink and even some of the soloists and BTS members.

With all the radio silence on dreamcatchers end you felt your friendship with them drifting away to the point you figured they didn’t want to be around you any more. It hurt more that bora, a long time friend you saw as an older sister was leaving you out also.

But with all the lunch time hangouts around friends you and Jennie were only growing closer and closer and maybe you were so focused on your new routine and daily life you forgot to check in with dreamcatcher as much, missed some of there calls and even declined a few while hanging out with them.

It had been 4 months since your first date with Jennie and you could honestly say you were head over heals in love with her. She was the cutest person you’d ever met with twice as much sass. But despite her walls to protect her self deep inside was a shy and caring person who wouldn’t harm a fly, unless your names Lisa and you wear her clothes.

So caught up in your conversation with Jennie you failed to notice Bora, Gahyeon and Yoohyeon coming into the canteen planning to have lunch with you since they figured you still ate alone being to shy to talk to anyone. But there you were on a massive table of boisterous idols laughing and joking with your eyes locked on Jennie’s both of you smiling so wide as you conversed. Giggling and laughing about something nothing but love in your eyes. The boiling point being when she leaned in to peck your lips before winking and scurrying off with the rest of her group leaving you a bright red mess. The boys all cheering and making kissing noises at you while you sat still in shock.

Huffing she stormed off throwing the lunch she had made for you in the trash and angrily texting you to meet her at your dorm later, claiming you had to talk. Which leads you to now. Standing in your groups kitchen awkwardly as the older girl prepares food for you girls, the girls in questing hiding in there rooms from fear of Boras rage never having seen her so pissed.

“So,” she starts cutting the pepper way more harshly than needed causing you to wince “I hear you and Blackpink’s Jennie Kim are very… close”

Laughing awkwardly you hum, “w-well we are kind of close I guess..” you back away slightly as her chopping speeds up sparing a glance to the girls who were peering out their doors, silently asking for help but receiving doors shutting as an answer..

“Look Bora, Jen just-“ the chopping stops but she doesn’t turn to face you, but you can feel the way her face screws up and eyes harden. The air turning cold and tense around you.

“I mean, Jennie, she’s just so nice and sweet. Jennie is a caring person and we got close while around the company, Jennie even likes the show i wanted you to watch and-“

“Jennie this! Jennie that! WHO CARES ABOUT JENNIE!?” She turns around knife pointing at you.

“Bora.. i.. do..?” You chuckle awkwardly eyes flicking between her and the knife until she slams it down. “I like her a lot actually!”

“But does that dumb bitch spare a thought for you! Or is it all money and sex for her, wouldn’t put it past her“ she laughs “probably just using you because she’s bored and your such an easy target for a slut like he-“

“Don’t even finish that sentence!” You growl turning around to get the door intending to tell her to leave but freezing when u see Jennie standing there, silent tears rolling down her face as she begins to back up.

“Jennie! No don’t leave please!” You pull her into your arms as she cries, feeling Bora glare daggers at you from the kitchen.

“Well she should, There isn’t any room for her or food” she huffs with a laugh “Go on little miss big shot idol, leave!”

“No.” Tightening your arms around a shaking Jennie you glare at your old friend. “She stays. You go! You can come back when you learn some fucking manners”

She storms out telling you how Jennie will be bored of you in a week and not to come crawling back to her when that happens. But you couldn’t give a shit about that right now. Kissing jennies head you pull her to the couch and wipe her tears as she sniffles. “Y-you know none of thats true right, i would never-“

“I know” you smile, rubbing her back as she leans into you. “Why would you do that for me, loose a friend I mean?” You look at her like she had grown another head, “because bora was out of line and i care about you… i care about you a lot”

You feel her smile into your chest. “Does that mean were dating?” You let out a shocked laugh before exclaiming “was that not clear the last 3 times we made out!”

“Oh shush” she huffs curling into you as she turns on a movie to watch, rearranging herself till she was basically tucked into you like a baby kitten. Your baby kitten.

A/n: i accept no dreamcatcher or blackpink bashing tho!

Anyway! I hope you like it ;)

ps. originally was a male reader but i changed it sooo

[sluttywonwoo]

Hi! What do you think the svt members reaction would be to another member liking their crush as well - like would they try to win their crush over or are they more likely to back away / anything else? 👀

adding a cut just bc this one got a lil long!!

seungcheol: this puts him in a very precarious position because he’s supposed to be the leader. he’s supposed to be unbiased and love all of his members equally. but it’s hard to do that when one of said members also has heart eyes for you. he’d sort of give that member the silent treatment, and try spending more time with you as a result. he isn’t eager to tell you how he feels because he’s terrified you’ll reject him, but he doesn’t want to miss his chance so he’ll work up the courage to confess, waiting for the right moment.

jeonghan: unless he’s convinced you’re the love of his life, he’d tell the other member to go for it and let you go </3 if it’s just a simple crush, jeonghan figures it will pass eventually and he’ll find someone new. he doesn’t think it’s worth it to fight over a crush with someone he’s forced to spend all his time with and has to work with for at least the next seven years.

joshua: he’ll try and tell you how he feels first, beating the other guy to it. joshua isn’t sure if you’ll reciprocate but he wants to put himself out there so at least he won’t spend the rest of his life wondering “what if”.

jun: he’s more annoyed about it than he lets on. whoever the other member is, he’ll kind of laugh about it with them in the moment, but then when he’s alone again he’ll sulk. his moodiness might even bleed into his hangouts with you, leading you to ask him what’s wrong. he’ll either spill everything or just pretend like he’s tired, either way he’s getting cuddles from you as a result.

soonyoung: it turns into a sitcom-level competition for this dude, like who can win your heart faster— it doesn’t matter who it is, he’s going to fight for you and will do whatever it takes to come out on top.

wonwoo: he’s sooo so shy, it’d be like his worst nightmare to learn that one of his members also likes you. he would need major evidence that you also like him to even begin to consider confessing to you so he’d have to sort of… drop hints and test the waters to try and gauge your feelings.

jihoon: he hates conflict so he’d let the other member make a move first. if you don’t reciprocate, then he’ll shoot his shot and try and win you over fair and square. but if you do reciprocate, jihoon will simply be bitter about it forever and hold a grudge against them until the day he dies.

seokmin: poor guys panics, and ends up telling you everything, even though you didn’t ask. he basically blurts out all of his feelings and also mentions that he knows his member has a crush on you too. and then after dumping all of this info on you he’ll just. dip. he’d run off, leaving you there to process all the things he’d just said.

mingyu: listen, he gives everything his best shot. he knows he’s a good looking dude and thinks he might have a decent chance with you so he’d go for it. he thinks he can offer a lot too, but then again so can any member of seventeen which makes him a little less confident about the whole thing. at the very least, he knows he’s taller than the other guy which is a win for him (but only if you’re into tall guys).

minghao: minghao is quiet and reserved, but when it comes to love i think he’s a bit more headstrong. he’s a romantic, but also a realist, meaning he knows he has to work for what he wants. he can’t just sit around and wait for a relationship to fall into his lap and if he wants to be with you he needs to speak up. putting himself out there like that would be sooo difficult for him but he’s able to convince himself that it’s worth it for the opportunity to be with you.

seungkwan: he would honestly get pretty jealous— as anyone would if they were suddenly competing for their crush— and would do his best to steer you away from said competitor. he’d suddenly start spending all of his time with you so that the other member couldn’t get you alone, just silently hoping you aren’t getting sick of having him around.

vernon: he doesn’t think he’s bothered by it until he watches you laughing at their joke and realizes “oh fuck, i can’t let this happen”. however, how he decides to fix it… he doesn’t even know. he’d have to ask one of his other members (one that isn’t also in love with you) for advice.

chan: it’s tricky for him as the maknae because technically there’s a degree of respect he’s supposed to pay the older members but he’d honestly just say fuck it and do what he wants (he always does anyway). and in this case what he wants is you. he’s too proud to bow out so he’d be up front with you and lay it all out there.

[nitewrighter]

Hello (there is a prompt at the end of this I promise)

I had a dream about Gency and it reminded me of you bc I used to love love LOVE Gency (still do!) and your fics are so well written and I am so sad that Blizzard fucked up overwatch (and it’s lore kinda?) over the last couple years :(

Also the way they removed a bunch of Gency interactions and are kinda like..changing their relationship dynamic? And the line in the biography story mode thing about how mercy was genjis cyberneticist?? even though she previously was never mentioned to like… do that stuff and that kinda reframes how they interacted pre-fall and its a minor thing but it really just grinds my gears :(

(I pretend it is not canon because i know overwatch better that the current OW2 writers 👍)

And pushing more Pharah/Mercy stuff after literal YEARS of gradual Gency buildup in OW1?

and also the way some Gency artists literally don’t feel SAFE to post their ship art (of a ship that actually has a decent amount of support and is based in canon, mind you) on Twitter.. but that’s more a Twitter thing than anything

i wanted to be into this games lore so bad and i used to have such a good handle on it and now every so often i get this huge wave of nostalgia when i look back over fics from years ago and get sentimental and mad over what was and what could have been (just in general) if blizzard didn’t fuck it up :(

admittedly I haven’t examined what’s going on in the lore of the game too much over the last couple months, so if they revived it somehow or Mr. Developer looked us in the eye and said “Gency is real” then throw this whole thing out the window 😭

Anyways there was a really cool plot to the dream and i was gonna give you a prompt so you could write something akin to it if you ever wanted but I now forgot the plot ☹️ but I love your writing and i hope even in your creative, non-overwatch-related endeavors, all goes well

hmmm but here’s a prompt idea (I don’t know if this would actually be in line with the canon for your overwatch prompts now, it’s more of a what-if):

what if Genji and Mercy crossed paths after the fall of overwatch? Before they started sending each other letters, before the recall, by pure coincidence—maybe before or while Genji was under Zenyatta’s teaching—either way, he isn’t at peace with himself yet. Would Genji try to hide his identity? Would he feel like he isn’t good enough to face her? Or guilty after she goes, missing a one-in-a-million opportunity to connect with her again? Or maybe they do talk, but are obscured and don’t know who the other is until too late? Or maybe they fully know who the other is—what do they say? What do they do? I am super interested to read your take on this prompt if you ever want to write something akin to this!

I am going to. binge all your Gency fics now. Goodbye

First of all... WOW! Thank you for taking the time to write all this! And also thank you for reading my gency stuff. I still love them too, for all my disillusionment with Overwatch and its overall storytelling. I definitely share your sentiments with regards to the fact that the revolving door of writers has basically lead to Overwatch no longer giving a shit about continuity and actual storytelling and just defaulting to what they think will suck the dicks of fanon in the most satisfactory manner. And it's not just writing Gency out of existence either--it's about erasing the tragedy of Widowmaker and the complexity of Reinhardt. It's about reducing Gabriel to a shitty radicalized cop. It's about bringing in characters who make no sense chronologically and have fuck all to do with anything and honestly just heighten the truth of the "stereotype+fetish" joke of Overwatch character design (Yes, I'm talking about Kiriko and Illari). It's about bringing in Mauga 4 years late and acting like they're the cleverest damn people in the world for doing it. It's about expending an absurd amount of narrative and advertisement funding and energy on fucking ASHE of all members of the cast.

Okay--okay--I'm calming myself down.

With regards to your prompt, I'm just going to say, I played the general timeline out between Genji and Mercy the way it played out with very specific reasons. The truth was, as far as character development goes, for all of his love of Mercy (as far as my fic continuity goes) Genji simply wasn't in the mental or emotional space to have a healthy relationship with *anyone,* let alone Mercy. And that's also why I have him mentioning hooking up with Cassidy during his time in Blackwatch in the broad general fic continuity, because it's this very fucked up emotional period for both of them and they have this *very strong link* for a time but as they progress to healthier mindsets they both sort of outgrow each other. Genji moves on to Angela and Cassidy moves on to Hanzo and that's *good* because that indicates they've both grown into their own respective people past being in a really painful codependent state.

The *whole point* was Genji getting away from Overwatch, hallucinating Mercy at his lowest point, and realizing *he* needs to be the person to get himself out of his most fucked up mental corners, and then meeting Zenyatta so that he can develop the right mental tools for that. I'm realizing this is a very western interpretation of this, but then again Overwatch slotted in Robot Jesus with Aurora so fuck it, but if I had to break it down into a solid narrative, it's a Divine Comedy where Genji is Dante, Zenyatta is Virgil, and Mercy is Beatrice. You can have your idealized love and your most beloved mentor, but ultimately YOU have to claw YOUR OWN way out of hell.

If he met with Mercy or made contact with Mercy at any point before Zurich exploded in my fic continuity, that wouldn't give catharsis for ANYONE. The only position they would be in, would be for angst wank. And like, YEAH, I *can* write Gency angst wank that doesn't actually go anywhere and doesn't contribute anything to the characters beyond making them feel sad, but honestly I'd rather write my Anarky-Assassinated-President-Lex-Luthor fic. That's a nice fatty mutton bone I can chew on.

[starliights-shining]

DROPS IN FROM UR STORIES PILE MESSILY

NNBMNWNSJ where do I start?? AH YES. ur stories. They..are fragging AMAZING?!?!!? Actually it would be more than one word if I could even describe them.

And if ur request are open, could u do Cybertron Jolt? Bc he is so unloved..

Oh and, NSFW? Well, if u do them? I just feel like he would be jealous and I mean really jealous- if we hung out with the kids and minicons instead of him- and female human?

oh hey! If u have alot of request or something, take ur time and please do take care of urself! Thank u and goodbye! :)

Hello, Sorry this took so long. I got caught up in writing something else and I dont really know Jolt like that, but of course I got it done. I'm glad you like my writing! My requests are always open as well, but I hope this story is to your liking! Take care of yourself as well, Enjoy! :)

Pairing: Jolt x Female!Reader

Warnings: NSFW, Female Reader,

An off day, a day you get to spend time with the Autobots and the kids. So you spent the day cooking, cooking for the kids. You lived in a rural area, so no one would notice the large robot chilling outside your house. You decided it would be fun to have a little picnic, you had accounted for everyone, small or large, but it was just the kids, the mini-bots and Landmind. Everyone you regularly talked to was there, except Jolt. 

“Hey, where's Jolt?” 

You asked anyone, a worried but sad look seemed to be present on your face, your grip on the serving dish tightening as no one was answering your question. 

“He said he had something to do, then he’d be here.” 

Lori said, sitting at the picnic table. 

“But he should be here by now. We’ve been at Miss (Y/N)’s house since 10.” 

“Maybe he just got caught up in what he was doing,”

Colby said, he saw the worry on your face. He smiled at you before also sitting at the picnic table. Jolt never missed the opportunity to be with you, even though you had previously told him about the idea before inviting people. He had told you he would be here, but you guess with him being the avatar of primus and all, he must have gotten busy. 

By the time the picnic was over, It was just you and minicons. You had sent Lori, Bud and Colby home. They didn’t want to leave but with the excuse of ‘needing lots of energy for tomorrow's great adventures.’ they left with the happiness and excitement of any other kid. You had cleaned up the house with the help of the minicons, a smile on your face as Reverb handed you the dried serving plate, and Six Speed drained the skin. 

“Heyy, thanks for the help guys. Y’all probably want to get back to the base, so I can take it from here.” 

Both the minicons nodded, they helped clean up the kitchen and then left. Jolt's arrival was something else, almost all the lights in your house were off and you sat on the couch watching some weird documentary. 

“Hey! Where is everyone?” 

His question threw you off guard, you turned your head to look towards the bot.

“They all left, considering half the group were children, and I sent the other minicons back to base. They helped me clean up, so I didn’t wanna keep them any longer.”

He hummed, walking around to where you were sitting. There was a moment of silence before jolt sat down. The tv in the background is still talking about some type of animal as you thought about what to say next. 

“Next time you see Reverb, please thank him for me. He did a whole lot of things, he didn’t have to do anything at all.” 

You paused, turning to fully see Jolt, watching as the colors flash on his face plate. You noticed he didn’t have the glass dome around his helm this time, his rest folded behind his helm. You really could see the way his plating connected, you knew that cybertronians were different then humans, but no matter how many times you started at other mechs, the way they're playing fits together to make their version of skin fascinates you.

You reached out towards his helm. Your fingertips lightly brush over the seams. You startled him, he originally pulled back but then came closer to your touch. 

“No matter how many times I see you guys. I’m always fascinated. The different configurations of plating, and textures are so different. Your plating feels smooth, almost like it's been untouched its whole lifetime. While Reverbs has the same configuration but its rougher, battle worn. Then,” 

You paused, climbing into his lap, turning on the side tables lamp before you grabbed his whole helm. Moving it around and examining it.

“Then it ranges in difference from the big guys, like Jetfire or Landmine.” 

You drag your thumbs under his optics, Hearing his intake in the process. He places both his servos on your hips, his thumbs  rubbing back and forth on the skin under your shirt. 

“You guys are so human, but made out of metal.” 

You brought your hands down to his mandible, resting them lightly there as you angle his helm down and then back up again. Your thumb is running over his bottom lip, you glanced up at his optics as you felt his servos tighten on your hips. 

“I wonder if Reverb or,” 

You were cut off by Jolt, his lips hungrily eating at yours. You felt him pulling back, but grabbed the sides of his helm pulling him into you. You weren’t letting this go, you felt the way his grip tightened, the simple actions that he thought would go unnoticed. He lets the kiss go, pulling back to say something. 

“Stop talking about them,” 

He kissed you again, a more possessive kiss, like he was trying to claim you. 

“This isn’t about them.” 

You can feel his servos getting antsy, one of them trying to move further down while the other is moving upwards. His servos that moved down finally found what it was looking for, pressure pressed on as he pulled away from the kiss. 

“You haven’t shut up about some other ‘bot since I got here.” 

You let out the moan you had been holding in since his servos found its spot there, moving around his servos, his digits found their way into your panties, and straight to your slit. Moving from the bottom up, giving your clit a little nudge before repeating the process. Each time he meets your clit his nudge gets harder.

Each moan you let out getting louder and louder, until you're practically just moaning his name. Your body rested fully into his, your knees brought to the side of his tibulen, the fingering he did to you hitting in just the right places. Your hands were not displaced to his shoulder plating, at this point you just wanted release. 

“Any questions you have about my plating, I’ll answer myself. No need for you to ask anyone else. Ya got that?” 

You could tell he was in fact very upset, comparing his plating to some other bots, not shutting up about some other bot, hanging out with the other minicons and the children, and not just him. This was punishable, and he knew how he was going to do it. He wanted your confirmation of his question. You were to come to him with such questions about cybertronian plating or anything, and he’ll show you. He allow for touching, pulling, pushing, and if need be he’ll fuck it into you. But you were for him and only him, not Reverb, not Six Speed, not Jetfire, just him. 

He still hadn’t received his confirmation, so he picked his pace up. The once slow and normal pace was replaced with a quick one, one that brought you closer to finishing, the knot tightening far too fast then your use to. 

“Im need an answer, (Y/N).” 

You hum first, then change into a fast string of yes’s, until you're begging to cum. His pace is still not letting up. 

“I can’t hear you.”

“Yess yes yess, I'll do anything, please Jolt.” 

You managed to mona out in between breaths. He hums in agreement, which you take as a cue to let go. Jolt slows his pace to an almost stop. 

“I didn’t say you could finish.” 

You let out a whine, a high pitched whine. You were so close, yet he would not allow you to finish, so in the wake of not moaning like a pornstar, between breaths you look up at him through your eyelashes and ask.

“Why can’t I finish?”

And with the most evil and devilish smirk, he responds. 

“Because, you spent the day with other bots and people.”

A pause as you lower your head, a whine escaping your mouth as he lean in placing a kiss to your forehead while saying, 

“You're only mine.” 

[sunlightmurdock]

Can we get director’s commentary on THE bathroom scene and a ⭐️ for anything else you’d like to talk about

*cracks knuckles* okay let’s talk

“Can you just stop being such a child for five fucking minutes?” Rooster snaps.

Starting off strong with him cutting her down in one of the most hurtful ways he possibly could’ve. This part, I feel like, really sets the tone for the whole scene. He wouldn’t have said it if he didn’t mean it and they both know that. From this point on, she’s got a point to prove and he’s got something to make up for.

“I fucking missed you so much.” He admits against your collarbone. It scares him, how much he means it. It delights you. He doesn’t want this to stop.

It’s at this point in the fic that Rooster really begins to spiral. He had the perfect opportunity to end things with Amy and he didn’t — he tried to end things with Reader and yet he wound up here.

He’s feeling pretty powerless, completely tangled up in this little web and it’s all completely his own fault. Which, is when he begins to want to pass the blame. As seen below.

If she hadn’t left him in the first place, he never would’ve fallen into your arms. But — chance after chance has arisen for him to fix things, this isn’t her fault anymore. It’s just him being weak.

Your brows furrowed slightly. You swallow hard, grabbing onto his back for leverage, gasping for air. “I-Is someone calling you?”

And then it gets real. She’s been being really cool about this whole thing, reader has been trusting Rooster’s word even though she definitely has this gut feeling that something is wrong. And then, she has to look at Amy’s face on that contact picture.

Just like Rooster said, reader is being childish. She’s feeling wounded and possessive.

“Just ignore it, she’ll stop.” Bradley murmurs against your throat, nudging your jaw back and pressing his tongue firmly against your skin as he sucks warm kisses against your neck.

And then Rooster confirms that he knows exactly who it is that’s calling him without even having to look. It’s a complete kick in the chest, realising that for whatever reason, Amy isn’t going to leave them alone on her own. She’s going to keep calling. She’s always going to be there.

We all know what comes next and it’s probably the most immature and cruel thing that she could’ve done. Oddly enough, I don’t blame her — I don’t agree with what she did by any measure, bc it was fucked up — but I don’t think it’s her fault for doing what she did.

It’s important to remember that she went into this knowing that Rooster had just spent a weekend with his ‘ex’. That Amy seems so much more mature, and she has known Rooster for way longer, and that right before this it seemed like Rooster was going to tell her something bad. I think reader knew that they had slept together honestly.

[mariesocuniverse]

Byeol’s Relationships: Maknae Line

HanByeol

You know how people say jisung is Chan’s first kid? Yeah that

the same thing basically goes for byeol as well

As much as they clown each other jisung really values her opinions and always asks for it

Whether it be music, lyrics or anything else he always asks Byeol for her opinion

he hasn’t told her this before but he tried writing a song for Byeol to sing solo but he’s too shy about it

also another person she forces to go to bed bc 3racha can wait i’ll fight you all myself if i have to

She’s the sister he never knew he wanted

he gets really sad whenever he does something that disappoints her and doesn’t want her to have that facial expression again

he also very much is very greedy whenever he wants byeol’s love and affection

like what do you mean hyunjin is her favorite? that’s a lie

very clingy and likes to hug and hold her hand whenever they’re going somewhere

he denies it but jisung gets very pouty whenever he doesn’t get enough attention

you know thats ppl who go “Byeoooooooooool” when calling someone? he’s like that

byeol pretends to be annoyed but hasn’t done anything to stop it so everyone knows shes lying

ByeoLix

byeol literally had to do a double take when she heard felix speak for the first time bc that face and voice did not match upon first glance

after that tho?

sun can’t compare with how much these two shine

she didn’t know what it was about Felix but she immediately wanted to become friends with him on sight

she wasn’t surprised at all when felix befriended chan even though chan had his whole dark and edgy persona

Byeol likes to call him her personal energizer

One time he made her brownies when she was on her period and she cried

They’re just so soft with each other it’s so sweet

She was so heartbroken when he got eliminated and needed a moment to take a break

She once again wanted to fight jyp when he came back

sometimes when he speaks english she repeats after him in tiny

Felix’s family jokes that she might be a lost Lee sister that they never knew they had and one of felix’s sisters said byeol might be replacing them

in another world, Lee Byeol would be the biological sibling to Felix

although she’s still very much like family to him even though not by blood :D

he’s very much the person who would go out and be like “Oh noona would like this” or “this reminds me of noona”, etc etc

they both have sections in the rooms of stuff they’ve both for each other

they giggle so much whenever they’re together its honestly so adorable

SeungByeol

this guy right here

Surprisingly these two were very awkward when they first met

Seungmin thought Byeol had a certain aura to her that intimidated him so he felt a little uncomfortable

Byeol did her best to make him feel comfortable while also trying not to push boundaries

But it worked!!!

Sometimes Byeol jokingly says she regrets it bc now?

This boy takes any opportunity to tease her without fail much to her dismay

one little mistake and it wouldn’t be missed by this little shit

seungmin is literally “i can be your angle or i can be your devil” to her

but its all in good fun so she usually lets it go

top tier banter with the two of them and sometimes they don’t stop until someone pulls them apart

he called her cringe once and byeol has never felt more offended in her life

he really is the annoying yet endearing younger brother byeol didn’t know she wanted

whenever seungmin records byeol likes to sit in the recording room and listen bc she likes his voice a lot

seungmin thinks that the two of them have a nice mix of voices and want to do a cover together with jeongin

he likes hearing her sing and play piano bc its calming to him

just a typical sibling dynamic

JeongByeol

Byeol’s baby!

She just has the urge to love and take care of the boy you know?

Does he take advantage of it? Depends on the day

byeol always make sure that jeongin is okay and that he knows he’s talented and worthy of being in the group and debuting

she always has this proud look on her face whenever he’s singing

she ruffles his hair and pinches his cheeks a lot like a grandma

sometimes byeol’s sister likes to joke that he’s basically replacing her as the younger sibling

its not yang jeongin anymore guys in lee jeongin

he accidentally called her mom once and everyone could not stop laughing for a whole five minutes

byeol is like an emotional pillar for jeongin to lean on whenever he needs to talk about anything

he’s the youngest so byeol knows that he needs to be taken care of 

she makes sure his voice is always heard during interviews and hypes him up during variety shows

jeongin also returns the favor by doing things like pulling her away from crowds whenever she gets too far

she’s very much someone he looks up to bc he knows how difficult it is to be in this type of group

he has the mindset of “if its this hard for me, it must be harder on byeol” so he does his best to help byeol even if its the tiniest bit

[stuckinapril]

it’s the “break the ice or to not” girl. ok here they are. first fallout happened around august 2021. i’ll call her crab bc shes a cancer. she was someone i could go to whenever i needed someone. have sleepovers and talk about anything with): i really miss that about her. but it seemed like whenever i would ask to hang out she would flake. the whole day would go by and sometimes she wouldn’t say anything until the next day. i felt like it was disrespectful. she also seemed to never have time to hang out with me but always had time for her other friends and boyfriend. after the most recent incident of that happening, i decided i would just not talk to her anymore because it was a constant issue. my other cousin who is the 2nd one i had a falling out with, ill call her fish bc shes a pisces, told me that crab had gone up to her and asked why i was no longer talking to her. i decided i’d tell crab because she had the right to know. i told her how i felt about her being flaky and that i didn’t respect that and it seemed like she understood and told me she had problems with me too. i was understanding. it seemed like everything was okay. then fish tells me that crab went up to her and told her “she said she doesnt respect what i do? i don’t need her respect” that caught me off guard and i tried to talk to her about it but she didnt reply to my message. i wasn’t aggressive about it just asked if we could talk. she then said we could hang out the following sunday. i was okay with it, i decided i would let her text me about hanging out since i told her i had problems with her never being the one to initiate it and her always flaking or not telling me she wouldnt be able to hang out until the next day. sunday came and she did the exact same thing. no text all day. i was surprised. but i took that as her showing me how she felt about our friendship. that was a year ago. she randomly called a few months ago asking for a favor which i did because it was more of a favor for my aunt, but i was expecting her to call and say thank you for it or use that as an opportunity to talk but she didn’t.

no offense but crab gives me major bitch energy. i think the only thing i might’ve done differently is maybe i would’ve tried to communicate my feelings to her before deciding not to talk to her altogether. but evidently it wouldn’t have made a difference, bc she proceeded to ignore all that you said and ghost you yet again. she’s definitely in the wrong overall & definitely does not value your time. and if i learned one thing as of late, it’s not to chase anyone. anyone. not your cousin, not your boyfriend, not your best friend of 8 years. chasing implies the person does not want to be caught. & your cousin just doesn’t care for you enough. you were right to cut her off the first time. you gave her multiple chances & she didn’t act on them. you were also the one to initiate talking to her despite her behavior. she is simply not worth your time

[southieparkie]

Little word of advice: If you want a trope or a headcanon or whatever to get more popular in fandom, being mad that no one has that trope/hc for their fav character isn’t gonna do anything?

Like, okay, it’s very obvious that you can feel however you want to feel in your space of media. Whether it be a blog, a youtube channel, a twitter page, etc.. but like…if you want something to be popular in fandom popularize it??

If you have a headcanon that you like but isn’t that common, share it with the world!! One person will like it and then make a post about it, then another person will do the same thing, then two more, then three, and then before you know it your headcanon is taking flight and gaining popularity!!! The only reason one specific headcanon is more common and virtually approved than the more “accurate” ones is because one person in a fandom says something silly, everyone likes the silly little thing they said, and then boom. You have jock stan (no shade im just using an example) You see?? Its a chain reaction!!! The revolutionization of jock stan didn’t start overnight. Several people around the world didn’t just wake up simultaneously and go “stan is a football player!!” thats just rather silly. a bit goofy, if you will :p

the reason why i say don’t vocalize your dissapointment/enragement at your headcanon or someone else’s not being popular is because there are people on the internet who will go “stay mad, lol” and not consider it at all, making the headcanon a target outlier. let me just give you guys an example!

A: Why do I not see more peanut butter sandwiches with honey on my dash? It’s pissing me off!!! The fact that so many people miss the opportunity to make a delicious pb & honey sandwich when the ingredients are in their kitchen makes me so damn mad. More pb&h sammiches now!!

B: I think honey and peanut butter together in a sandwich would make for a delicious meal! think about it, peanut butter is a bit bitter and thick and the sweet, thin honey can smooth it out and make the pb so much tastier, why not give it a shot?! just a fun little idea to put out there for you :)

There’s a visible difference, isn’t there?? One is more convincing!! (to me, at least) Also, don’t put down other hcs to raise yours up. One thing I commonly see here is the whole “your hc is invalid bc it isnt canon compliant, whereas mine is totally valid because it is canon compliant.”

“Stan wouldn’t be a football star in high school, thats cliche and totally unrealistic!!” My brother/sister/sibling in christ, Matt and Trey are responsible for drawing humanoid crabb alien overlords, a giant battle robot barbra streisand, a talking anthropomorphic stoner towel, grown men bouncing on their oversized balls, and four little boys (five, actually) traveling to miami from peru to defeat the evil giant guinea pig costume monsters that have invaded their town. If one character being a talented football player for a football team is where you draw the line at believability…idk more power to ya i guess!!

Everyone is creative, share your creativity wisely and passionately!!!!!! <3

[loucutie]

super depressed and in pain bc it’s 38 degrees out and i physically can’t do anything when it’s cold like my body is Stiff and it fucking sucks and i took my adderall this morning bc it helps distract from pain but i’m also just so throughly depressed like i’m 24 and i can’t do anything without assistance in some capacity. i always feel like a burden and i drain everyone around me i feel like a bottomless pit of take take take and no matter how much my partner or my family or friends say i’m ok i feel useless. i can’t drive, i haven’t gone to college yet, i don’t have skills, i can only work a job for so long before i get fired or quit bc of my pain. i lost the house i grew up in after grandma died and my mom was getting paid to take care of her so she lost her mom and her job and i feel responsible. i got sick in middle school and she was in her last rotation for dental assisting but she left school to help me bc i couldn’t get out of bed without physical assistance. she could’ve had a career and financial freedom but she left school to take care of me full time and i carry that with me everyday. my dream is have a history doctorate i want to study archiving i want curate entire exhibits. i haven’t even gone to community college. i tried but had to fail out bc of attendance. professors were unwilling to prerecord lectures or even let me attend virtually. that’s why seeing how quickly schools made accommodations for virtual learning made me so angry. the exact protocols for online learning especially in the area i went to school are things my mom and i spent my whole high school career fighting for. when i requested to be able to zoom into class i was told it was ridiculous and it was just never going to happen but flash forward 2 years and it suddenly matters to accommodate able bodied students. location shouldn’t stop a child from learning! but it didn’t matter when it was me bc i’m already a lost cause. black, poor, physically disabled, why should we help her pass? it’s not like she’ll make anything of her self so let’s not waste the resources. i graduated by the skin of my teeth. i start working at a second hand teen clothing store (iykyk) it’s great and they’re willing to accommodate my needs. i work there for years but my body gave out and i couldn’t pretend to be “normal” so even with all the accommodations i still had to leave bc i couldn’t handle it. i apply for community college and it’s great for a while until my professors decide not to accommodate me anymore. one of my professors is also disabled. he had no interest in my 504 plan. i emailed him my dr note for missing class a couple days in a row and he emailed me back saying essentially he can’t worry about me and even if i have notes he refuses to record his lecture and so any info i miss is my problem. i asked what i could do to make my accommodations easier for him. keep in mind this is a cis white man who also uses mobility aids. he told me that i need to help myself more and stop relying on others. at the same time i’m also being medicated for my adhd for the first time and trying to adjust. i asked my english teacher for extra explanation on an assignment and she took every single opportunity to belittle me. i even explained my recent diagnosis and she said that if it’s not on my 504 she does t have to do anything about it and told me to ask classmates about it. she constantly critiqued without teaching us how to do better. a truly vile woman who is def racist (like when she failed my paper on the angry black woman stereotype bc “i don’t understand how being powerful and strong could be a negative thing. women have been seen a delicate and too weak to do anything so this must just be something you made up” and in the next essay prompt she put a little not that said not to talk about taxes or religion or social justice bc “my taxes are high enough.” like she writes grants for the hospital in the area which is terrifying. a racist writing grant for a hospital that has a history of profiling it’s patients.)

all of this to say i’m having the worst time with self worth and confidence in my abilities. i don’t have anything to show for living this long i can’t even drive a car or cook that well or move around when the weather is cold. laying in bed for rest is the most isolating experience. when i was a kid my days were just taking medication that would make me sleep for hours, wake up to eat something and watch animal cops, take more medicine, and fall back asleep. it was truly the worst experience of my life. i lost so many friends and even family bc i couldn’t physically get out of bed.

this pain has taken everything from me and so tired. i want to do something with my life but i’m terrified i’ll have to give it up bc i can’t stand for too long or be in cold temps too long or bend over or lift anything heavy. it’s so isolating. my partner is helpless when i’m having a bad pain day bc she’s a doctor but knows she can’t do anything for me in the moment. i know how much of a burden my disability is on my friends and family and i hate myself so much for it. i’m grateful they love me but i don’t want to trap them in this with me. they say they don’t mind but can see the toll it takes on them. i hate seeing my partner cry bc i’m in so much pain and she can’t do anything. i feel so guilty when she gets home from work and has to help me bc i couldn’t get out of bed all day. i feel like i’ve been afforded too much kind that i didn’t earn. all i do is ask for help or hurt myself trying to do it myself. both are humiliating in completely different ways.

i’m so exhausted like physically mentally emotionally exhausted.

[definitelynotafurinasimp]

Okay. How about a male S/O bridal carrying Ei, Miko, & Eula for some reason?

Them being bridal carried by reader

characters: Eula/Ei/Yae Miko x male!/gn!reader

a/n: This has been written with a male reader in mind, but you can alternatively read it with anything you want since the gender isn't stated anywhere (reader being adressed with "you", bc 2nd person). I hope that's okay with you, if not just say so and I'll try rewriting it. I just normally write in 2nd person, so I would have to go out of my way to clearly state a gender.

Anyway, hope you enjoy!

Eula

Confrontations with all sorts of enemies was about the least unexpected thing that happened on your missions in Dragonspine. It was the whole reason you and Eula were there in the first place, so when you were attacked by a couple of Fatui, you swiftly dealt with them, but when you noticed how much Eula seemed to lean on her claymore afterwards, you couldn’t help but worry about her, only for her to brush your worries off, saying that she was just a bit tired.

For the entirety of your march back to Mondstadt, your entire focus was on Eula’s small limp and while she had tried talking to you a few times, she quickly noticed that you weren’t really paying attention to what she was saying. Something that prompted her to proclaim that she would avenge such rude behaviour, only to see you give her a small nod a response, the kind of nod you reserved for occasions in which you weren’t listening but pretended to do so, nonetheless. She had seen you use it multiple times, just never on her.

Eula was so busy thinking about how to avenge your disrespectfulness, that she didn’t notice a small a small hole in the ground, causing her to step into it with her already strained foot, causing her to let out a small yelp before quickly covering her mouth. But before you even had the chance to worry, Eula turned around and stepped on her foot again, wanting to show you that there was nothing to worry about, only to realise that it hurt more than she expected, causing her to wince for a moment. She didn’t even get the chance to say anything before you swept her off her feet and started bridal carrying her around, Eula not missing a single opportunity to complain about it.

“You have guts lifting an aristocrat without even asking beforehand”, Eula stated after realising that her attempts of trying to convince you to let her go through physical actions had failed. “You can consider yourself lucky that you don’t live in the past, because doing something like that would have cost you your life back then”, she continued only for you to let out a tired sigh.

“Eula, your foot is injured, so I won’t let you down until we are at home. Now can you stop resisting? The less you move around the quicker I let you go”, your statement seemed to have succeeded in making Eula silent and for the rest of the way to Mondstadt, she let herself be carried while crossing her arms and looking away from you. Even though she would never ever admit it, there was something nice to being carried around like that, it almost made her feel like the romanticised version of aristocracy instead of its rather depressing real-life counterpart. But when you arrived in the vicinity of the city, Eula’s complaining began once again. Being carried privately was one thing, but if anyone else saw her like that she wouldn’t be able to set foot outside her home without cringing.

And so, she finally convinced you of putting her down, slightly limping the rest of the way. Only ever stopping and turning back to you once you arrived home. “Carrying an aristocrat without warning and ignoring their complaints, so disrespectful. I will have my vengeance for that.”

Ei

500 years were a long time in which entire civilisation could vanish or pop up, so it wasn’t all too surprising that the Inazuma Ei had known from back then had very little to do with the one of the present. Sure, shops closed, and new ones opened, whole new cities were formed while other villages had long been reclaimed by nature, but the most infuriating part, was that there where whole new phrases Ei didn’t even understand.

Over time she got used to most changes, your help and explanations making the whole process much easier, but there where still times she would come to you and ask you what certain things were, so you weren’t all too surprised when she came through your door one quiet evening.

“Would you mind explaining something to me?”, she asked and when you looked in her direction, you saw her with one of the novels from Yae Publishing house you had bought her. You didn’t hesitate for a second, instantly agreeing to do so before standing up from your seat and walking over to her. “What’s this bridal carry thing they are talking about?”, she asked before pointing to a specific line. You gave her the best explanation you could think of before assuming that you job was finished, only to be caught off-guard by her next question. “Can we try it out? I’m kind of curious how it feels.”

You tried your best to talk her out of it, knowing that you would be even more embarrassed, once you carried her around like that, than you already were, but a combination of your brain partly stopping working and her innocent stare eventually got you to agree. When you lifted her from the ground, you were surprised by how light she was. Well, it made sense, it was an artificial body after all, now that you were thinking about it, did the Shogun have organs like a normal person? You quickly snapped out of your thoughts, deciding that this was not the moment to think about the way the shogun worked, not that you wanted to know it in the first place.

The two of you remained in your current position for quite a while, Ei deciding to continue reading her novel, seemingly forgetting that you still had to hold her. But eventually you were forced to put her back down, your arms starting to hurt from carrying her, because even if she was light, it was still a human body.

“And? Are you satisfied?”, you asked her while trying your best to hide your blush in a fashion that didn’t make it too obvious, miserably failing in your attempts.

“I think. I can certainly understand why they talk about it so much; it feels rather nice”, she admitted with a smile, only for her face to change into one of worry once she looked at you. “Are you alright? Your face is completely red.”

“Yeah! I’m fine don’t worry!”, you almost yelled out before quickly glancing around the room, hoping to find a new topic to distract her with. “So, what exactly are you reading?”

Yae Miko

You had decided to visit Yae at the shrine, thinking that it would be a nice surprise to bring her a bit of fried tofu, but when you had arrived, she was nowhere to be seen, causing you to ask one of the shrine maidens. That way you found out that Yae was on break and that you should wait in her office. When you eventually did so, you were surprised to find a small fox sleeping there and while you at first tried your best to hold back the urge to pet it, not wanting to wake it up, the way it was rolling around in it’s sleep eventually caused you to do so, nonetheless. One pet quickly turned into a whole petting session, eventually leading you to pick it up in your arms.

“Oh, look at you, so cute. Who’s the cutest fox in Teyvat? You are!”, you started talking to it in a rather high-pitched voice and in one moment of realisation you quickly glanced to the door, fearing that Yae might have returned. If she heard you talk like that, she would never let you forget, so you let out the biggest sigh of relief when you saw nothing but a small door. You still couldn’t keep yourself from staring at the door. “Oof, you’re pretty heavy for such a small fox”, you stated absentmindedly, only to nearly get a heart attack when you heard a response.

“Who are you calling heavy?”, when you looked down into your arms, you were greeted with Yae instead of the small fox you held in your arms before. You nearly let her fall to the ground out of pure shock, only barely managing not to.

“T-That was you?! I-I mean, how long were you a-awake?”, you managed to stutter out, your entire face being red from embarrassment. What surprised you even more, was how casual she looked, not even showing the slightest hint of embarrassment herself.

“Hmm, wouldn’t you like to know. Let’s just say, the cutest fox in Teyvat needs a nap from time to time.” Oh oh, she was awake long enough to witness your baby talk. Your very visible gulp, coupled with your panicking face caused the fox envoy to start giggling to herself. “Well, I don’t have anything against being bridal carried by you, but don’t you want to put me down already?” At this point you had almost completely forgotten about the fact that you were still carrying her the same way you did while she was in her fox form and quickly put her down.

“I wanted to bring you fried tofu, but you seemingly weren’t here, so I decided to wait in your office”, you told her before handing her the container you had put the tofu in, hoping that it was enough to buy her silence.

“How nice of you. The cutest fox in Teyvat needs her favourite food-”, she continued teasing you nonetheless after taking the food, causing your face to heat up once again.

“Can you stop!?”

[adoringhaikyuu]

hello!! i have a bit of a request! could i get oikawa bokuto and kuroo w a s/o who absolutely loves to cook and bake and does so a lot, but always always always shares the food they make? n they kinda slowed down in making food bc ppl arent accepting or wanting the food they make and its making them really down :(

ive been having this issue w my roommates bc i always cook for them w lots of love and they never eat what i make and its,, draining on me,,,,

but yea!! i just want oikawa bokuto n kuroo to make me feel a lil better :( thank u so so so much!!!! i love ur blog n ur writing so much 🖤

THEY AREN'T EATING YOUR FOOD SO YOU STOP COOKING FOR THEM

CHARACTERS: bokuto + kuroo + oikawa + (gn!reader)

WARNINGS: none

NOTES: i hope everything is ok and if not i hope it gets better!! <3 + i tried to make these a little happier ! they all take place over a week + i tried a new format with this we'll see if i stick w it sfkjhg

bokuto:

bokuto honestly didn't not want to eat your food

it's just that he had to go on a new diet for the upcoming season, his trainer and nutritionist told him to try it out to see how it works with him

and the things you cooked and baked were on the no eating list

he just loved when you made food for him, it tasted amazing and he could feel the love you put into it

he was planning on waiting the diet out and stockpiling all the food you made for afterwards as a treat

but he may or may not have failed to tell you that

so when you noticed he wasn't eating the food you left for him when he came home late after practice, you were disheartened and not to be dramatic, but heartbroken as well

deciding not to waste anymore, you simply stopped

turns out, the diet wasn't really working with bokuto, his nutritionist decided it was unecessary since he was getting the same results when he wasn't on it––thanks to his genetics, metabolism and workout routine. if anything he was glad, he was beyond excited to come home and finally eat your cooking again.

he practically ran home with a skip in his step, shouting out cheerfully as soon as he stepped past the front door. "baby i'm home!" he put his things down and took his shoes off, before gliding in front of the fridge to open it. "what's for dinner?––" he trailed off when he noticed there was nothing cooking, maybe you were starting later? he looked through the shelves in the fridge, looking for something to snack on in the mean time and gasped abruptly when he couldn't find the containers of food he'd been saving over the past week.

he closed the doors and frantically looked around the kitchen, opening random cupboards that couldn't possibly keep any refrigerated food fresh.

you walked in to find him searching around like a madman and you paused. "kou? what's wrong?"

he looked up at the sound of your voice and ran over to you, placing his hands on your waist. he kissed your forehead to say hello, despite the pout on his face and the clearly pressing matter on his mind. "hi baby doll. i was looking for all the food that was in the fridge, did you move them?"

you paused, "well i––i threw them out?"

his eyes almost bulged out of his head, "what?! why??"

you were confused by his sudden outburst, it's not like he was eating any of it. "i mean you weren't eating, kou...it's been a week since you've stopped eating my food, i just didn't see the point in keeping it all in there...that's also why i'm not making dinner right now."

he stared at you, shocked and disappointed in himself, he had no idea you were feeling this upset. "oh my god...did i forget to tell you?" your brows furrowed curiously but he simply pulled you into his arms for a tight hug. "i'm so sorry bub––they wanted me to try out this new diet, that's why i wasn't eating! i didn't mean to make you upset! i was even planning on eating all of the dinners i missed afterwards...but the diet wasn't for me so i can go back to eating normally now!"

you pulled back slightly to look at him, not knowing what to say. "oh..."

he gave you a sad smile, "yeah," he brought a hand up to hold your cheek, "you know i love your food––it honestly hurt my heart when they told me i couldn't eat it!"

you cracked a smile and he gave you one right back, "i'm serious!"

you sighed happily, "okay...so i guess i should start making dinner then?––"

he was pulling you over to the fridge before you could finish your sentence, "absolutely! and i'm helping!"

you laughed and started getting the ingredients together, "how about i make your favorite tonight?"

he nodded like a child excited for ice cream and kissed you on the cheek. he wasn't really a chef himself, that's why he left it to you––he didn't want to burn down the kitchen. so he'd mostly be staying by your side, maybe handing you things or mixing things, but you enjoyed his company nonetheless.

you had started seasoning the food when he slid his arms around you from behind, leaning down to rest his head on your shoulder. "hey baby?" you hummed in response and his hold on you tightened a bit. "would you...mind making my favorite dessert tonight too? i've been craving it for a while now..."

you smiled to yourself and nodded, "i'd love to."

he squeezed you and kissed your cheek loudly, "yes! thank you i love you so much!–"

kuroo:

almost every day you sent kuroo off to work with a baked good you made him

he loved them and you loved making them so it was a win-win

you'd put them in a little container with a cute note

and though he knew what to expect each time, they never failed to brighten his day

but earlier this week you stopped by kuroo's office to drop off the treat he'd forgotten to take with him today in his rush out the door

he was in a meeting so his assistant let you into his office

and you felt an ache in your chest when you noticed four of the treats you'd given him this past week all on his desk, unopened

that day, you went back home with all the uneaten sweets and unshed tears aching to fall from your eyes

did he just take them to please you? did he not really want them this whole time? was he just trying to be a good husband?

all these questions flooded your mind, only confusing and hurting you further

but one thing was for certain, you'd stop baking them for him

it didn't make sense for you to if you knew it'd be going to waste

kuroo was beyond done with his day and it wasn't even halfway over. he sighed, loosening his tie as he shut the door to his office, drained from the two hour meeting he'd been in.

thankfully, he had no more meetings today so he could sit and relax while he worked in his office. he sat down at his desk and shut his eyes for a moment, needing to calm down and regenerate himself. he reached over to his left blindly, knowing he'd left the treats you baked him there––things had been getting so hectic lately, he barely had time to eat them, but he was saving them for when he did have the time.

his hand smacked down on the desk three times as he tried to reach for the containers before he finally opened his eyes. his brows furrowed slightly, "what the..." he looked around the desk, opening the drawers and everything before giving up and calling his assistant in.

she knocked on the door and he signaled for her to come in.

"yes sir?"

"hi, do you know where the sweets i had on my desk are? i thought i left them here."

his assistant thought for a moment before perking up, "oh i believe your partner came and collected them while you were in your meeting, sir."

he frowned, "y/n was here? why didn't you tell me?"

"they asked me not to disturb you."

kuroo nodded, "oh alright...well, thank you, that'll be all."

he immediately pulled his personal phone out and called your number, you must have been back home by now.

you saw his name pop up on your screen as you were about to throw out the baked goods and hesitated for a good while before sighing and picking up. "yes?"

you could practically hear the smirk on his face as he spoke through the phone.

kuroo leaned back in his chair, looking up at the ceiling as he spoke. "you stole my sweets from me? where'd you hide them? or did you eat them?"

he didn't even feel bad that he'd just left them there?––"well you clearly weren't eating them kuroo," the smirk dropped from his face and he sat up, alert. woah––kuroo? why did you sound upset? "they were just sitting on your desk––anyway, i was about to throw them out."

"woah, what?? why would you do that?!"

he was speaking to you but you honestly weren't listening, too annoyed and too hurt to pay attention. "look if you didn't like them, you could have just told me so i wouldn't have to waste hours every day busting my ass to make them for you––were you just throwing them out this whole time, is that it?––"

he shook his head with each word you uttered before realizing you couldn't see him, he was just in complete shock. "what? no no, kitten listen to me, hey listen, okay?" you paused, mostly to catch your breath, but he took that opportunity to speak up. "i love when you bake for me, everything you make tastes amazing. i love eating the sweets you make when i'm at work because they remind me of you and of how much you love me––this week's just been a complete pain in my ass and i haven't had the time to sit down, eat and enjoy your treats, i love them and you too much to just scarf them down in a minute. i need to savor them, you know?" despite the adrenaline running in your body, you cracked a smile. "i finally had some time to myself and i was gonna eat them just now when i realized they were missing so i called you..."

he trailed off and you took that as your cue to speak up. "oh..."

you could hear his smirk again, "yeah, oh."

"so i...maybe...overreacted a bit."

he chuckled, the sound warm even through the phone. "no kitten you didn't, i get why you were upset––but, you should have asked me about it first."

you sighed, "yeah, yeah..." you looked at the open containers in front of you, only now noticing the notes you put in them were gone––he must have taken them out to read them even though he didn't have time to eat––"wait a minute, if you haven't had time to eat..." you could hear him clear his throat awkwardly, "kuroo you haven't been eating lunch?!"

he laughed awkwardly, "um, i mean, i eat after work––"

"that's not the same!" you rolled your eyes, "i'm coming back over there and i'm bringing you lunch and you're going to eat it, understand?"

he poked his tongue to the side of his cheek. "okay, kitten."

you sighed, "you're lucky i love you."

he leaned back in his chair again, "oh could you bring one of the––"

you cut him off, putting one of the already closed containers back in your bag. "already on it."

he grinned, "god, i love you."

oikawa:

oikawa loves your cooking

and normally he scrambles home after practice to eat it

but this past week training was grueling and tiring, so by the time he came out every day, he was drained mentally and physically

and he was starving

he couldn't wait any longer as soon as he stepped foot out of the gym

so he went to the nearest takeout place, bodega, whatever to get something to eat quickly,, for the whole week

he thought nothing of it

but when he came home every night for a week straight saying he'd already eaten when you tried to offer him the food you spent hours making?

it hurt, a lot

so you decided you'd stop cooking

oikawa was aching to go home––he was exhausted and all he thought about to get him through the day was you, your cooking and your cuddles. he needed all three immediately. when his coach said they were all free to go home, he could almost feel a weight lifting off his shoulders.

he sighed loudly as he stepped into your home, peeling his sneakers off and setting his things aside. he padded into the house, going straight to the kitchen and frowned when you were nowhere in sight. he'd come home a bit early today, around the time you were usually making dinner.

he looked around and walked to the living room, smiling to himself when he found you sitting on the couch, looking for something to watch on tv.

you smiled up at him and greeted him, the sound of your voice making him feel warm inside. "hi baby, how was your day?"

he huffed and slid onto the couch, lying down so his head was in your lap. "don't even talk to me about the day i've had––i was thinking about you the whole time." he took your hand in his and brought it up to his lips to give it a soft kiss. "you got me through it."

he placed one of your hands on his cheek and the other in his hair, mumbling a thank you when you started playing with the slightly damp mess on his head. "mm that feels good baby." he closed his eyes and sighed contently, settling in comfortably to your touch.

after a few moments, he spoke up softly, trying his best not to fall asleep. "what's for dinner?"

"um i'm not sure," your eyes were focused back on the tv as you thought for a moment. "what do you wanna order?"

he paused and cracked one eye open, opening the other when he realized you weren't joking. "wha––order?"

you looked down at him and nodded hesitantly, "yeah? like takeout?"

he sat up abruptly and turned to face you, "what? why?"

you paused this time, unsure of how to respond. "well...every night for the past week you haven't been eating my food. i think it's fair for me to assume you don't want my food anymore."

he felt a piece of himself break on the inside, "oh angel..." he grabbed your hands, "no no––i love your food, you know that––i've just been so tired this week, i couldn't even wait to get home to eat, so i stopped by the nearest places with the boys." he scooted closer to you. "i'm so sorry i made you feel like i didn't appreciate what you do for me––i promise from now on i'll drag myself on my hands and knees if i have to to come home to you and eat––"

you laughed and shook your head, "tooru there's no need for that––"

he cut you off, almost offended. "of course there is! i hurt your feelings baby, i never want to do that again!"

you smiled and pulled him in for a sweet kiss that he quickly melted into. you pulled away to look at him earnestly. "it's okay babe. just...maybe tell me next time? i was just worried you were tired of my food, that's all."

he pulled you into his lap and held you tight. "i could never and will never be tired of anything you do for me, i promise." he kissed your cheek. "though it is my fault, i did miss your cooking this week––but if you're not in the mood to make anything i understand and we can still order––"

you shook your head, "i'll make your favorite, okay?"

he pulled you in for another kiss, "i really don't deserve you."

[theringers]

illicit affairs - pierre gasly

summary: “It's born from just one single glance but it dies, and it dies, and it dies, a million little times”

request: You asked for angst so… Taylor swift’s illicit affairs based imagine with mr gasly?

a/n: this request came to me just a few hours ago but as soon as i listened to the song with this in mind i couldn’t stop writing so enjoy lovelies xoxo

“request: So i was thinking maybe that pierre and the reader sleep with each other but pierre has a gf🌝” is wife good enough???

warnings: nsfw, 18+, smut, angst, cheating, sex ig

missing the days on tumblr of b&w gifs so i’m including this one to get ya thinking bc it’s what inspired me xoxo

The sun was beating down in the paddock where you walked hand in hand with your husband. A photographer was seated a few feet away and tried to grab your attention for a quick shot. “Y/n, over here,” they said. You smiled and waved to appease them.

It was a hectic weekend in Austria, the second race of a double-header. You wandered as you people watched, one of your favorite hobbies. Your eyes met with Pierre’s in the Alpha Tauri garage, sending chills all the way through your body.

“You okay?” Your husband looked down at you to make sure you were comfortable, taking notice of your shivers. He knew that sometimes this whole environment could be too overwhelming for you.

You nodded in response. “I’m okay.” You smiled at him, thankful for his sweet gesture. Even on race weekends, you were a top priority for him. You looked past your husband and saw Pierre still focused on you. He was in his white fireproof suit, half of it hanging around his waist, and messing with his earbuds, but his gaze was directed anywhere else but his garage.

Sweat started to pool on your palms and you’d hoped Max didn’t notice. He didn’t need anything else to worry about today except for winning the race. In the distance, Pierre pulled his undershirt up to wipe off the sweat on his face, exposing his tanned and toned abdomen. You took a deep breath, starting to feel faint. He wasn’t doing anything on purpose but your mind couldn’t help but think back to a few weeks ago.

“C’mon buddy!” You patted your legs, trying to get your dog off the couch. You held his leash in your hand. “Wanna go for a walk?” The word walk sending him and his curly golden hair barreling full speed at you. You laughed at him and put his leash on, heading out the door.

It was a hot summer morning in Monaco and despite the fact that you had no effort to do anything today, you decided to get up and take Winston for a walk. After you got home, you could relax and settle in for the rest of the day.

Max had left yesterday for the UK. He was working on a promotional photoshoot for one of his sponsors and was supposed to be gone for at least a few days. You took this opportunity to get the apartment in order and spend some extra time on self-care. Today you had planned a bath, face mask, and a manicure.

Winston’s favorite place to walk was along the harbor. There were always so many people he could stop and sniff. He was also mesmerized watching boats come and go out of their slips. You were hoping someday that Max would come to his senses and agree to get a boat. You lived in Monaco for crying out loud. It was about damn time. Winston would love it too, and Max always wanted Winston to be happy.

You tugged on Winston's leash so he would stop staring out at the water and actually walk somewhere. He wouldn't budge and you groaned, hoping to get a move on. "Winston, buddy, come on. Mommy wants to go home and take a nap."

"Oh, that's hilarious," a familiar voice said, getting closer. You looked up and saw Pierre, shirtless and jogging towards you.

A laugh escaped your lips. "Hi, Pierre."

"He's not cooperating, huh?" He took out his headphones and tried to catch his breath.

"Unfortunately not. He really likes to watch things. And not move when he does it. Not a great multitasker, I guess."

He bent down to the ground and started to scratch Winston's head. "At least you're cute," he said, giving him a kiss. He pet him a few more times before standing up. "How are you, y/n? I haven't seen you around the paddock lately."

"I'm doing well! I was at the race last weekend, but I watched it from Max's drivers room. I wasn't feeling too great and the heat wasn't helping."

"Totally understandable. It can get so hot around there." He shuffled his feet for a moment. "Where's Max at? I usually see him walking the dog around this time." Monaco was a small city and it was convenient to have friends around always.

"He flew out to London yesterday. Some sponsor photoshoot thing."

Pierre nodded. "Ahhh." He was all too familiar with the promo shoots. "Well, if you don't have any plans tonight, I'm having some friends and family over for dinner if you feel like spending your night with good company."

Even though you were planning on spending the evening inside, Pierre's invitation sounded like a good time. "Sure, that sounds great." The corners of your lips curved up into a smile. "What time?"

"Any time after 6 works."

"Let me know if there's anything I can bring, I'd be more than happy to help out."

"I appreciate that, y/n." He pulled his headphones out of his pocket to get started on his run again. "I'll see you later?" He began to back away.

You laughed. "See you then."

6 o'clock came quicker than you expected. You knocked on Pierre's front door with a bottle of wine in hand. He opened the door with a smile plastered on his face. "Y/n. So glad you could come." He embraced you and placed a quick kiss on each cheek.

You looked around as you walked into his apartment. "I can't remember the last time I was here. Your birthday, maybe?"

"That was a long time ago." He took the bottle of wine from your hand and directed you to the kitchen where everyone stood around the island socializing. You introduced yourself to friends of his you hadn't met before and said hello to those you have.

The marble island was covered in hors d'oeuvres and small bites. The food looked delicious and was beautifully prepared - you were sure Pierre had this dinner catered. Or there was a secret chef hiding in his prep kitchen. Either way, you were happy to be here.

Moving to Monaco after your wedding last year was definitely an adjustment. You left all of your friends back home and you missed them dearly. They did come to visit often but it was the times between visits where you didn't have anything to do, your husband was out of town on work, and things could get lonely. Times like these. When you wished you had friends to have fun dinner parties with. You were blessed that a lot of Max's friends and other drivers lived in Monaco, too. Pierre was sweet to open his home to you and invite you tonight.

The night was filled with small talk and fun chats with Pierre's family and friends. He had a cousin who was local to Monaco that you got on really well with. You exchanged numbers with her and hoped that she could be someone to fill your free time with.

You took the final sip of your wine as Pierre watched you. "Another?" He asked.

"I shouldn't. It's getting late." You set the glass of wine down on the counter. "Let me help you clean, though.” Over the last hour, guests had slowly trickled out, leaving just you and Pierre to finish your drinks.

"You don't have to do that," he petitioned.

You smiled at him. "What if I want to?"

“Fine, if you insist.” He laughed.

You started to gather napkins and trash from the counters and dining table, tossing them in the garbage. You grabbed a plate with some food scraps on it and walked over to the trash can. You scraped what was left of the small bites into the trash when Pierre walked behind you.

"Excusez moi," he said, placing his hands on your lower back to pass by. His fingers were filled with electricity and your eyes immediately shot up when he touched you. You were frozen in time, and so was he, his hands unmoving. Unsure of how to respond, you said nothing. Your eyes were glued forward and you weren't sure how to proceed.

Your heartbeat became prominent and it was all you could feel. The thumps of your heart and his fingers. And the cool metal on his ring finger. "Y/n," he leaned down and whispered into your ear. You took a deep breath in and exhaled. He gently kissed the sweet spot behind your ear and leaned back, waiting for a response from you. He didn't want to continue unless you did.

You put the plate on the counter and turned around, taking in another deep breath. You looked up at him and he ran his tongue slowly between his lips. His hand embraced your face and he leaned in to press your lips together. You kissed him back, letting your mouth open slightly to allow his tongue into your mouth. The kisses were soft and rhythmic, hands shifting from cupping each other's faces to running your fingers through each other's hair.

He leaned into you, pressing you against the island. You softly moaned into the kiss causing him to roll his pelvis against yours. Your bodies fit together perfectly as your arms wrapped around each other.

You felt the cold stone against your bare thighs. Pierre hoisted you up onto the counter without breaking the kiss. His hands rested on your legs, thumbs moving from side to side over your soft skin.

Max's thumb rubbed your hand in his. "You sure you're okay?" His voice knocked you out of your trance.

"I'm okay," you forced a soft smile and continued walking the paddock towards the Red Bull garage.

The race went as expected. Many would complain about the lack of excitement but you were excited to see your husband on the podium once again.

While you were packing up a few things in his driver's room, he walked in with a smile on his face. "Some of the crew are heading out for drinks tonight to celebrate. Join me?"

"I think I'm going to have to pass on this one tonight, but you deserve to go and celebrate." You pulled Max in for a hug and kissed his cheek. "Congratulations, baby."

He quickly changed out of his race suit and prepared to head out. “Let me know when you get back to the hotel, okay?” You nodded to him as he walked out the door. You only had a few more things to pack up before you could catch a car back to your hotel.

You threw your bags down on the bed and fell backward in exhaustion. Race weekends were a lot of work and took a lot out of you. Especially now after your encounter with Pierre, it took a lot more work to go to the races and act like everything was normal.

You could not believe what you did that night a few weeks ago and you thought about it for days and weeks after. But for what it was worth, you didn't regret a single moment of it. Pierre made you feel so incredible, a way you've never felt before.

He kissed you and worshipped your body like you were the only girl in the world. His main priority was making you feel good and he didn't stop until you were completely satisfied. Your hand grazed over your breast thinking about that night, wishing it was Pierre's strong hand. Your mind wandered to his long fingers that sent you over the edge more than once on his kitchen counter.

You were interrupted by a knock at your hotel door. Still in a bit of a trance, you opened the door, only to see the man you were daydreaming about staring back at you. "Can I come in?"

You nodded and stepped out of the way, shutting the door behind him.

"You decided not to go out with the team tonight?" He asked.

"I wasn't feeling it. Today was a bit... overwhelming."

"Tell me about it." Pierre had a tough race, finishing ninth place ultimately. It made sense why he was here instead of out with the rest of the Red Bull crew. He paced around the room slowly.

"We need-"

"Y/n-" you both spoke at the same time.

You took a breath. "What were you going to say?"

"I wanted to talk about what happened that night at my place." He took a step towards you. "But, I-" his voice dropped deeper as he cleared his throat. "I'm not sure."

He looked in your eyes and you swore time stopped. "Do we have to?"

He shook his head side to side and closed the gap between you with a passionate kiss. Many thoughts ran through your head but not a single one indicating that this was wrong.

"Max could walk in at any moment," you broke the kiss.

"I don't care."

He embraced you tightly and you felt at home in his arms. You sat back on the bed and pulled him down on top of you. His lips left your mouth and kissed down your neck. The trail followed to your exposed cleavage and down your stomach.

He reached the top of your thighs and pushed your sundress up. He kissed both of your hip bones and peeled off your lace thong.

His lips met your clit and you immediately jerked in response. He took notice, placing his forearm across your abdomen to keep you in place.

"Oh, Pierre," your legs tightened around his head but he used his free hand to push your knees down onto the bed. He flicked his tongue and sucked on your sensitive spot while you moaned and reacted to his touches.

He lifted his mouth and his thumb gently brushed between your folds. "I want to make you feel good." Your eyes rolled to the back of your head at his words.

"I need you, Pierre. Please," you pleaded. He knew how to make you feel good but right now, you needed him inside of you. He slid off his shorts and undergarments and reached in his pocket for a condom.

You moaned at the feeling of him inside of you, unlike anything you've ever experienced. He thrust into you and looked into your eyes, smiling. You returned the smile quickly before letting out a breathy moan. "You feel so good inside of me."

He grunted and began to thrust harder. "Your pussy feels like heaven." It wasn't long after before he spilled into the condom and pulled out. He cleaned up after himself and laid down next to you on the bed.

"We're going to need to talk about this eventually."

"Today's not that day." You sat up slowly and walked into the bathroom. "Make sure no one sees you leave." You shut the bathroom door behind you.

All he wanted was to lay with you and talk about life. Talk about your futures, your hopes, his dreams. He wanted to tell you to drop the attitude and give him a kiss. He wanted to tell you to stop being so short with him but he couldn't. He wanted to pick you up and spin you around, seeing you smile and know that he was the reason for it.

He had to take what he could get and not expect anything more. Especially from a married woman. Max's wife.

He left without words or conversations. You couldn't bear to accept the truth of what you two had done and what better way to do that than to ignore it?

Weeks had passed and you hadn't seen him around Monaco too much. You actively avoided him in the paddock because you didn't need a repeat of Austria happening again. Max knew something was off that day but he didn’t know what. And you wanted to keep it that way.

It was late one night and Max was already in bed, preparing for an early workout tomorrow. You wandered out to the balcony to get some fresh air and clear your head. People watching and staring up at the stars.

A familiar figure ran under the street lights and glanced up to the third floor apartment as he ran by.

Not too long after, your phone buzzed with a text. "I'm coming to pick you up" the text read. You looked down and saw the shirtless man in running shorts and sneakers jogging back to where he came from.

You could hear the rumble of his sports car down the street, but in Monaco, that wasn't unusual, no matter the time of day.

You were careful to shut the door quietly as you walked down the stairs to the street. You wore a big hoodie over your head and ducked into his car as he pulled up.

Driving away, he spoke. "I can't keep doing this."

"This is the first time we've done this." You looked at him confused.

"No, I mean I can't keep going home to my wife every night and pretending like everything is okay. I go out running every night because my thoughts are flooded with you when I lay down to sleep."

You let out an ironic chuckle. "At least you know how I feel, then."

“We either need to do something about this, or stop doing this, because I can’t handle it anymore.” His grip on the steering wheel was tight and he glanced over at you to gauge your feelings.

“I feel the most like myself when I’m with you,” you said softly, “and I hate to admit it.” You twiddled with your fingers trying to process your thoughts.

“Don’t you want to be happy?” He asked.

“I do, but there’s only so much I can do about it. There’s only so much you can do about it too.” You held up your left hand flashing your massive diamond ring at him. “Look at the mess we made, Pierre.”

He followed suit with an accepting, flat smile and a wedding band on his left ring finger. “We fucked up.”

“What do you want to do?” You asked him, curious to see where exactly his head was at.

“It doesn’t matter what I want, really. I know you’re never going to leave him. He’s Max fucking Verstappen for crying out loud. The fact that I was delusional enough to think things would change is my fault.”

You looked down at your hands. “So you would leave her for me?”

“You won’t leave Max.”

“That doesn’t answer my question, Pierre.”

He inhaled deeply and you watched as his chest rose and fell. “I’ve never felt this way in my entire life. Not even on my wedding day. If that doesn’t tell you how I feel-”

“Just answer the question.” You bluntly interrupted him.

“Yes.”

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[allhallowstiel]

it’s hard to articulate my feelings because a lot of them are conflicting and confusing so im just gonna do bullet points:

under the cut bc this got long

i had a feeling the marwa situation wouldn’t get brought up again so . yeah. there’s that. that’s just a thing we have to accept now ig. i’m sure i don’t need to explain why that was fucked up as many people have already done so in much better ways than i ever could. "but other characters get treated bad too-" you're telling me you don't see anything wrong with a woman of color turning into a white man and the idea that she's "happier like that"?

the colin reveal was fucking amazing like. jaw dropped and everything like. THAT was incredible and i think colin’s storyline this season overall- including his relationship with laszlo- was really well done. im gonna miss baby colin, but we knew from the get-go that it was temporary. i just wasn't expecting him to forget everything.

as far as nandermo goes, i didn’t want them together in this season like. At All. they’ve still got a long way to go and i thought that even before freddie, the episode that people say ruined nandermo. but, going back to what paul said about nandor, if nandor learned nothing from turning marwa into a freddie clone, then it does have me a little concerned on whether or not he’ll learn anything in season 5. in order for him to actually feel regret for how he has treated guillermo and work towards fixing it, he needs a major fucking realization (not necessarily a romantic one) so, it makes me worry that in season 5 their reunion will be nandor begging to have guillermo back because he can barely manage to take care of himself without him, when that shouldn’t be what reunites them at all. in fact, if that does happen, guillermo should reject him. 

so, this season pretty much reset everything and wiped the slate clean. colin robinson is back to his old self and remembers nothing from his childhood. laszlo no longer has the responsibility of parenting anymore. nadja’s club is pretty much dead. and nandor is back to being lonely and single and wants to pretend he doesn’t give a shit. guillermo comments on this, outright saying that nothing there ever changes and that he’s fucking tired of it, so he dips. and, like- i get that the vampires are very set in their ways. i wouldn’t expect them not to be. but this plus paul simms saying that nandor learned nothing this season kind of has me concerned- both for nandermo and for the show in general, but more for the show overall.

on the other hand, the season cliffhanger is an absolutely perfect set-up for some real change to happen all-around, not just with nandermo. probably not anything groundbreaking because we still have to consider how the vampires are- but wiping the slate clean creates new opportunities. but again, what paul simms said has me worried. if he wants the vampires to remain static and never actually become better or stronger people, and have guillermo be the sole dynamic character, that’s fine. despite being static, the vampires are funny enough to continue being entertaining- wwdits is a comedy first and foremost, after all. but that leaves guillermo with the task of moving whatever plot wwdits has forward- and now he’s set his sights on becoming a vampire. i doubt he’ll get what he wants right away- i don't see this whole derek thing immediately going the way guillermo wants it to- but right now it feels like guillermo is kind of carrying the show on his back (one could easily argue that he's BEEN carrying it). if he loses what makes him so relatable to the audience- his humanity- and none of the other vampires show any signs of ever even slightly changing... that kinda worries me. i mean, will i still keep watching?? uh, yeah. of course i will. i love guillermo. but it will change my thoughts on some things.

and yes, one could make the argument that guillermo’s “humanity” even as a human is barely there, given what he does and all. but the fact that he’s the only human main character allows him to connect with the audience in a way that the vampires can’t.

THAT BEING SAID. after the whole marwa thing and now paul simms saying this, im a bit... nervous. not angry (besides the marwa thing)- just nervous. so i’m going to sum up this very lengthy post with some of my hopes for s5: 

(i also want to make it clear that when i talk about the vampires changing i don’t mean them becoming “good people”. god no. by “change” i mean seeing the world in new perspectives, adapting better to the modern world, changing old ideas or beliefs, and yes- even changing how they treat the people that are important to them, because despite how stuck in their ways they are, i don’t think the vampires are completely incapable of genuine love)

i want the guide upgraded to be a main character in season 5. sean too because i think that would be fun, but i’m mostly concerned about the guide bc i think this show needs some more female characters in its main cast.

i also don’t want nandor’s two remaining wishes to be swept under the rug. this is mostly fueled by my desire to see the djinn again.

i want nandor to begin the process of accepting that he cares about guillermo and wants him in his life as more than just a familiar. im not saying i want a love confession right away- i don’t think they should dive into romance right away. i think they should take it slow, but they should also not be afraid of having nandor express care and concern for guillermo, especially if they want that relationship to be endgame (and I still believe it will be. im just a bit shaken rn but i promise im still an endgame truther).

and lastly i want nadja to kiss a woman. as wonderful as wwdits is with representing queer men, i feel like the guide and nadja don’t really get to openly express their pansexuality as much as nandor and laszlo do, so i’d like to see that explored more as well.