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victoriartdrawings · 4 months

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snowbaird snowbaird snowbaird something something the way he acts ( manipulative, i hate you) influences the way Lucy Gray reacts to him (manipulative, affectionnate).because she such a snake and songbird but mostly snake with him. they're both master manipulator. (not the same but in the same time very much so) but then.then she plays him so well its so sweet. snowbaird snowbaird coriolanus and the way Lucy Gray interacts with him. manipulates him.loves him. it's harsh. it's hard loving him still. but sometimes there is some honesty in all of that ...

#snowbaird #YOU KNOW THIS POST THAT SAYS A SHIP IS A MILLION TIMES BETTER WHEN YOU STAN BOTH THE CHARACTERS SEPARATELY???? ITS HOW I FEEL TOWARD THEM #LUCY GRAY I LOVE YOU (affectionate)#CORIOLANUS SNOW I HATE YOU (affectionate)#EVEN THOUGH OBVIOUSLY CORYO IS FURTHERMORE AN IDIOT WANTING THE POWER THE ASCENDANT AND THE CONTROL #OVER HER BECAUSE EVERYTHING ABOUT HER AND THE WORLD MUST BE HIS BIG SIGH......#coryo snow #coryo x lucy #lucy gray baird #coryolucy #coriolanus snow #snow lands on top #on top of the list of the most idiot #stupid #assholish people in all of Panem

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comradekatara · 2 months

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i don’t want to watch natla but i appreciate very much you posting about “zuko’s little faggot diary” that shit made me crack up laughing ty

that’s just canon to me. he’s a boy who loves to monologue. of course he keeps a diary. how else is he gonna keep track of his special interests. where else is he gonna write down his angsty poetry. you know he spent months tracking aang down taking detailed notes on his garb, his fighting style, his flight patterns, and not once ever bothered taking note of his name, even though he easily could’ve learned it from the million times katara screamed it over the course of their fights.

which, if you’ll allow me to go on a tangent, is another thing that bothers me. when ppl are like “zuko learned their names because they all say one another’s names constantly.” and you think that means he actively made an effort to REMEMBER it????? you must be out of your damn gourd if you think that the most one-track minded human being in the history of the universe is paying attention to anything that doesn’t directly interest him in that very moment. but i digress.

i just KNOW that zuko was soo mad that he lost his diary after his ship got blown up by zhao because years of precious poetry and avatar lore, burned to cinders by that PHILISTINE!!!! and then as a refugee in the earth kingdom, he languishes, diaryless, because he’s too embarrassed to actually spend what little money they have on something so extraneous. and then once back in the fire nation he obviously can’t keep a diary because azula will do everything in her power to read it (he learned that the hard way as a child). but then, finally, once he flees to the western air temple, he can actually keep a diary again, now that he is surrounded by nice, normal people who don’t actually care enough about him to snoop through his belongings.

or so he thinks.

now, aang, being a respectful young lad, would never share his findings with the rest of the group, especially since none of them have actually warmed up to him yet. but that doesn’t prevent him from reading everything zuko has ever written in that diary. and of course, he doesn’t tell zuko, because he has the tact and savvy to know that if he alerts zuko to his snooping, then he will simply hide his diary better, or even worse, stop writing in it altogether. and zuko can’t stop writing!! for he has a poet’s soul!!!

also, zuko has somehow gathered a lot of information on sokka that aang himself did not know, despite being friends with him for nearly a year now (like the fact that he dated the moon??? or the fact that his mother was killed by the fire nation??? although that one he really should’ve figured out on his own. considering that he and katara are siblings, and thus logically would share a mother). and so aang really needs zuko to keep updating his SOKKA LORE notebook because he feels kind of guilty that he knew basically nothing about his friend and yet zuko, the least observant person he has ever met, is somehow an expert in sokkology (although aang is deeply offended on katara’s behalf that he simply refers to her as “sokka’s sister” or sometimes “the angry one”).

for the record, aang never actually puts together WHY zuko is so fascinated by sokka. he’s just like “of course he’d be intrigued by sokka. he has a very complex mind, what an adventure to attempt to fathom the depths of his psyche.” like he just assumes that zuko is using sokka as a case study for completely innocuous reasons. he also assumes that zuko, like any teenage boy with eyes, is infatuated with katara. not at first, obviously, because to zuko she is still “girl sister, long hair” but eventually. once they reconcile, and become friends. and then his diary makes a sharp turn from carefully documenting any and all sokka lore to “katara said this really funny thing today” “katara is so nice and pretty” “katara is such a good waterbender” and suddenly aang is NOT having fun anymore!!!! halt the presses!!!!!

so aang just kind of sulks to himself for a while because it’s not like he can TELL anyone about his NEW ROMANTIC RIVAL in the BID FOR KATARA’S AFFECTIONS, but he does try to vaguely intimate to sokka and toph that it bothers him. and toph’s just like “what?? you mean all those times she hooked up with haru at the western air temple???” and aang’s just like. “HARU??????!!?!!??!?!?”

anyway. zuko isn’t a complete idiot, so after a few good years of being friends with aang, he finally catches onto the fact that aang has been keeping up with his diary every time he visits the palace, after like, the fourth or fifth time that aang accidentally lets a piece of information slip that he only could’ve known via reading zuko’s diary. so zuko decides to mess with him, and starts keeping a fake diary in the place he used to keep his real diary (columbus style) and writing shit in it like, “aang’s recent experimentations with facial hair are so embarrassing. just because you’re finally old enough to grow a weak little mustache doesn’t mean that you, under any circumstances, SHOULD. i bet katara is throwing up puking every day just having to kiss his horrendous furry mouth.” or, “katara said that she thinks roku was not only hotter, but also a way better avatar than aang, and personally, i agree. if he was still the avatar today no one would ever go hungry and we would have total world peace.” or, “aang is way too comfortable going shirtless. if i had that scrawny lanky body i would cover that shit up with a big ol sweater every day.” or, “aang said something really mean the other day and it hurt my feelings and i cried alone in my room for 3 hours. aang is literally a bully????”

and aang can’t even SAY anything because zuko is allowed to say whatever he wants about his friends in the privacy of his own journal, but also he decides that if zuko truly hates him so much, then he will simply stop visiting the fire nation so frequently, out of respect to his friend. at which point zuko realizes that he may have gone too far, so the next time aang visits him, he puts his real diary in his drawer with an entry that reads, “i can’t believe aang keeps falling for my fake diary prank. he doesn’t even know that im messing with him. and he never will, because my system is flawless, and i’ll never ever lose track of which diary is the real one and which one is the fake.”

at which point aang runs headfirst into a meeting between fire lord zuko and his senior council and is just like “ZUKO!!!!!!!!!!! YOU IDIOT!!!!!!!!!!!!” and tackles him in a hug with no regard for propriety. he nearly gives zuko a concussion from the force of his hug. but dammit if it isn’t worth it.

#boyfriendgideon #asks #all of this is canon btw.#zuko #aang #aang&zuko #katara&zuko #aang&katara #sokkaxzuko #also yeah. don’t watch natla. truly NOT worth it in the slightest . u made a good call there

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gnomewithalaptop · 5 months

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Transcendence AU Dash Simulator GO!!!

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okay but actually block me if you ship mizcor -- 'hurr durr but we age stella up' -- SHUT UPPP she's literally a minor and alcor's canonically over a million years old so how about you stop being a freak

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Babe I hate to break this to you but Mizcor's literally one of the most famous relationships in all of post-transcendental literature

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I could not have more obviously been talking about Mizar the Magnificent but you know what? Yeah classic Mizcor supporters can fuck off too actually.

Everybody likes to whip out Twin Souls like some kind of gotcha but have you even actually read it??? Like it's literally supporting demon worship and pedophilia -- both of which are EXTREMELY ILLEGAL btw. So yeah if I see any of my followers reblogging that shit I'm reporting you to the Occult Defense Agency idc if we're mutuals

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*looks at my Alcorian Literature PhD* guess we better stock up on prison shivs buddy

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okay I'm sorry but

and Mizar the Magnificent isn't????

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Los Angeles 🏝️

#sunken city of los angeles #new california #travel #ocean #photography #lmao i almost got eaten by a kelpie trying to take this pic pls reblog it

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Hey guys! Just wanted to let you know that The Scepter of Vanquished Souls, the newest book in the Wanderlust Trilogy, is now available for pre order on Glamazon!

Purchasers of the hard-cover edition will also receive never-before-seen content, including a deleted scene between Princess Samia and the Shadow King!

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Boosting because I honestly cannot recommend this book enough. Truly one of Mira's best (and I'm not just saying that because she married me!)

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CONGRATULATIONS!!!

You are the 6 billionth user to log into Jumblr today!! This means you are eligible to win a FREE WACBOOK PRO!!!! Click here to claim your prize and win BIG BIG REWARDS!!

#twin souls #mizar #alcor #mizcor #twin souls: reawakened #twin souls: breaking circles #twin souls: newest moon #twinner #twincon3015 #not a scam

Based on your likes!

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So. I had a day.

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Okay, but consider

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I don't remember my older brother's wedding

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A small price to pay for no middle school trauma

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Okay so I just read the url and--

Asfdksfjk go off you funky lil intern

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I'm actually the senior librarian. But thanks!

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Posts that have 10k notes. To me

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Today's demon of the day is Nxlar the Antithetical! Responsible for the Florida Springs Massacre of 3007, the body count for this purveyor of madness is estimated to be over 400 (source).

🐸 that-one-half-elf-bitch

I could fix her

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literally screaming crying throwing up rn I've turned off 'Based on your likes' like eight times @staff can't you just get rid of him already

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#i accidentally set my alchemy textbook on fire today and i don't even care AAAAAA this is going to be amazing #northwest mansion mystery #pacifica northwest #rosa darling #im about to be so insufferable about this just you wait

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Nxlar SWEEEEEP!!!

#if you love me at all you'll vote for my lady love #LISTEN i could bring her to the light i nkow i could

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Lmao so Nxlar the Antithetical totally turned my apartment complex into a pile of sentient sludge yesterday. I'm fine -- I was at work when it all went down, but uh... yeah, my situation obviously just became super not-great. I hate to ask, but I don't get paid til the 15th, so if some of y'all could float me some cash just so I can get a motel room for a couple nights, I'll fr owe you a life debt

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#fuck demons fr #like seriously what'd i ever do to them 😭😭😭 #mutual aid #pls boost #don't tag as donation

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Important PSA

So idk if y'all have been reading the news lately, but the alcor virus has been making the rounds on the interwebs again. I feel like I shouldn't have to say this but PLEASE don't click any random links rn, ESPECIALLY if they're tagged with twin souls.

I know we twinners love to joke about it, but the alcor virus is legitimately dangerous and has been known to seriously ruin people's lives. Idk. Just like be smart and practice basic caution I guess? Jumblr's pretty much dead these days, so he might skip over us, but it's always better to be safe than sorry

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This is a good point! It is always better to be safe than sorry! That's why if you're smart, you'll click here for a list of ways to virus-proof your computer. Stay safe out there everybody!

Based on your likes!

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Anyone else just randomly crave connective tissue sometimes

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no actually i think that might just be a you thing

#also i heard screaming on the other line when i called you earlier there better not be a mess when i get home #beloved demon brother tag

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Okay guys I might be crazy but what if the Shadow King was actually telling the truth when he said Princess Samia's brother is still alive??? Like, if you think about it, there's a tonnnn of foreshadowing in Crown of Ghosts and the author tweeted that there was gonna be a surprise twist in the new book sooo 👀👀

#i've connected the dots -- YOU DIDN'T CONNECT SHIT -- i've connected them #wanderlust trilogy #mira ramachandran #crown of ghosts #scepter of vanquished souls #princess samia #samia of cleves #shadow king #ahmed of cleves #bookblr

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Reminder that you are beautiful exactly as you are and there are thousands who would sell their souls to imitate what you do naturally <3

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I actually really needed this today 💗

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Yo quit reblogging this op is a blatant human supremacist

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And? No one cares lmao

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Enjoy deactivation. Lmao.

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#I sent screenshots of that one centaur post to her boss too #give you two guesses what species his wife is (tags by @alv)

Holy shit. Am I actually rooting for the alcor virus rn?

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maybe the real virus was the friends we made along the way <3

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No, the real virus is me. Don't take credit for my accomplishments.

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Heritage post

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I just want to get dicked down again =/

#THIS IS NOT ME TAKING A STANCE ON SHIPPING DISCOURSE I LITERALLY DON'T CARE #best hits tag #i'm basing this entirely off the vibes i got from 2015/2016 tumblr #i just feel like the mizar the magnificent fanbase would be highkey insufferable lmao (to the dismay of all creators involved)#mizar the magnificent #transcendence au #alcor the dreambender #ian beale #mira ramachandran #rosa darling #alcor virus #al-v #twin souls #unreality #tumblr dashboard simulator #tumblr dash simulator

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kagooleo · 4 months

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so with confidence I present my rarepair...fluffyriceshipping!

they were originally a joke ship (which was my last chance to get out) but they grew on me more and more throughout last year, and months later they've become my favorite pair to draw! their name was the funniest thing to make of them because i got to joke around with their jpn names

the tl:dr of them is that there's a lot of good drama to make of thirty-somethings with the weight of responsibility of their respective cultures on their shoulders, as well as their personal thoughts of the trainers of their respective regions, all this culminating together to be really compelling for me to develop, so I'll ramble a Whole lot more under the cut about them :D!!

ok now that the people that wanted to see more about what i'm crazy about when i'm not online are here you guys better prepare for the worddump lmao

before they meet its postgame and they’re both in their thirties (early to mid), lance post gsc/hgss still upholds his champion position and managing the dragon's den alongside any g-man/undercover rocket work on the side (in workaholic mode), riley post dppt is occasionally battling at the battleground but also holing himself up with patrols on iron island and doing egg research and training his aura (Also in workaholic mode)

i'd say all the work makes byron and roark try to get him a break from all that, convincing him at some point to take a vacation! see the sights my guy you've been workin yourself to the bone

it's canonically shown in hgss that riley does appear as a partner for the battle tower, so at some point he is in johto! the region resonates with his cultural sensibilities so maybe he revisits it again to instead actually relax there.

lance would probably catch his hat flying away when he's visiting elm's lab (a fellow egg researcher) in new bark and riley would have absolutely fell first for him (and i'm a sucker for meet-cutes,,,)

and from there they hit it off! being both skilled trainers in their own right they battle and go out to eat after and talk about their family (clair and the elders, for riley's case his family friends byron and roark), their culture (dragon clans and aura guardians), and then when they talk about their respective trainer kiddos (silver and dawn) something clicks between them (it’s a Really rough snippet but hopefully it’s decent)-

"Do you have any kids? I know the news loves to make up some kind of story about secret love affairs with a random person." the guardian says, awkwardly.

Lance smiles, "Oh, yeah! I have one but he's technically not mine." Riley chokes on his iced tea.

"I'm sorry?" A million thoughts roll through his mind as he processes his words said so matter-of-factly.

"Haha, sorry, sorry, I'm only partly joking."

"E-Elaborate..."

The champion explains the general gist of things as he's met him, Silver, his kid-by-odd-circumstance, was homeless for a while, but was training alongside some other up and coming trainers. Uncovering some Rocket related files, he learns he's the son of the boss of the entire organization, and after some on and off meetings he eventually got him a place to stay at the Dragon's Den, and soon after began living with him at his place when he warmed up to the idea of adoption.

There are times he gets overwhelmed with all that he's been through, and some nights its all too much. But Lance was there with him, stayed with him every step of the way, unlike the one who gave him that abandonment anxiety in the first place.

"He's my kid, not by blood, and maybe not by his family, either. But instead, by his own decision he chose to stay with me. I'd want him to keep the freedom he has now." Lance states, firmly. "And now he's grown up as strong as I believed he could. I'm proud of him, as much as he tends to deny that." Riley senses his draconic aura swell with pride, mixed with a humbling sincerity in his words.

"What about you? Any kids of your own?" the sudden flip of the question surprises the guardian briefly.

"N-Nothing adoptive but…I suppose it's similar, in a way to meeting them as you have."

The guardian's turn, now. Dawn was someone he met when he was training on Iron Island, and also served as a guide to get her through the caverns. When he felt something off in the aura surrounding the area, he eventually learned of Galactic causing the pokemon on the island to feel restless and agitated. With her, they were able to clear the island of their antics and even gifted her a Riolu egg on her journey. From there, he was impressed with how strong she was, and did hear from Cynthia that she raised his present up to evolving her into a Lucario. He couldn't have been happier.

That was the case, until he caught the aftermath of the events of Mt. Coronet.

What Cyrus did, the lengths he'd go to, and dragging the both of them into a mess that could have torn the world apart.

After that, Dawn stayed home for a while. Cynthia put him as a contact for her mom, who was really worried for her. With his aura and her friends, Lucas and Barry, they were a big help for her recovery. And eventually, after a lot of time and work, she became the region's champion. She messages every now and then to him, as processing any trauma is never an easy road, but he realized how lucky she was to have the people she'd met to keep her steady, and knew she'll be alright.

"I...still wish I could've done more for her," Riley says, quieter. "Cynthia told me about what happened in that other world, and it...it was a lot for Dawn, a lot of emotions to help her figure out." he finishes, sheepish.

"…I don't blame you for feeling that way, I wouldn't know what to do in a scenario like that, either." the champion says, unsure too.

"It's amazing, in a way. All these kids going through so much on their own. I'd be proud were it not so scary, realizing how young they are to go through what they have been through."

"There's only so much you really can do, as an adult. I've realized that fact a long time ago." Lance's aura felt oddly melancholic, as bright and pretty as it may appear. "It's either immediate or slow when things change for them, and sometimes you'll have to make a choice on the spot when the time comes for them to decide what they want to do." It sounds like he’s speaking from experience, but the melancholy makes it appear that he's had some regrets.

“I trust in them to find their own path, eventually. When they’re together, those kids are gonna be alright on their own.”

His reassurance helped, even if only by a small amount.

I should make some kind of master post about them at some point but WAH god I’m so happy I can actually put them together in pokemon masters, they’ve really grown on me and I’ve developed a lot for the both of them in my free time, but yeah this is the rarepair that’s been on my brain for ages now, a gaze into my goo brain 🤪

#kagarts #pokemon gsc #pokemon hgss #pokemon dppt #trainer riley #stat trainer riley #champion lance #lance pokemon #fluffyriceshipping #🌊🍚🐉#yeah I’m establishing the tag for em in emojis. free reign bitches!!!!!#long post #writing a fic is hard but i could write millions of words about these two. the character analysis is compelling #catch me being annoying about them in the coming months #being able to talk about them is so nice bc I was pretty scared before because of some people I used to know #but now I get to be free and awesome without worry and it’s been great! I’ve got a friend who’s encouraged me to talk about them here #and so I shall! to my friend I want to kiss you on your forehead for hearing me out about these two #new year new yaoi new me >:]

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What about an alternate universe where y/n is the big celebrity and Eren is the social media influencer🤯

omg, because this would actually be so cute! Like imagine (y/n) being a rapper/singer instead and you’re always the hot topic, constantly having your sound bytes trending on tiktok because not only are you a talented artist but you come up with the catchiest one liners. So one day, one of your songs is circulating the app and there’s a video with this boy using it to make a dance or pose off of..and it’s gotten millions of views and likes in the process. In the caption he says, ‘y’all don’t understand how much I love this woman and her music.’ Low and behold, he wasn’t joking. There were a handful of videos scattered across his feed talking about his celebrity crush, (Y/N) (L/N). (i.e. the ‘i’d never let someone tell me what to do’ until my crush pops up or the ‘I’ll never get in the car with a stranger’ trend. Y’all know what I’m talking about) falling out and reacting to your twerk videos. So you decide to duet and stitch his video. Granted, he’s got over two millions followers and a majority female fanbase so there’s no question that he’s pretty popular himself but that doesn’t stop him from having a total fanboy moment. Out of complete curiosity, you decide to scroll his other socials because you guys are close in age but you got your come up in a different way..one that was a little more difficult so you had to see what he done to gain his notoriety. That’s when you learned that he was a digital creator named Eren Jaeger. He done everything from photography, fashion design, making skits with his friends, art and even dabbled in cars. He was on YouTube, Insta, Twitter…all of them having nearly a million followers. But honestly, his star ascended mainly because of his good looks and amazing humor. He was so fine, that even you had to admit it. After that little interaction, this of course sparks the shipping rumors and content..people started saying that y’all would actually look cute together and that it’d be fun to see you two link. He even jokes and says “that’s my wife already, y’all need to catch up.” So he’s hosting an Instagram live where you decide to pop in and join with him. The two of you are a whole vibe. This man is FUNNY, he’s sweet and obviously tryna run game. So different from the other men in your industry and a breath of fresh air. Like you were literally smiling the entire time. The video makes its round on Twitter after being screen recorded by his followers. But what really gets people talking is when you drop a surprise music video for one of your hit singles and he’s in it..as your love interest! Rubbing all over him, the two of you kissing and him even picking you up. It’s the collab of the century and everybody loses their minds. Eventually, the two of you begin dating and he loves making content of and with you. Doing dances and those corny couple trends but they’re so cute. (and he knows when and when not to post certain things because some moments are better left private.) When you perform, he’s taking pictures and everything. Truly is your biggest fan and will STEP if anyone comes at you sideways..people joke and says he manifested or ‘he trapped you to secure his own career’ with you but he really is the best thing to ever happen in your life.

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TWIG! Friend! I couldn't help but notice your tags in my excitement post about getting to La Pluie -- I see that you and I are YYY mutuals. :) Let's call YYY... say... zany or offbeat -- off the beaten path of the usual romance-dominated field of Thai BLs. What are some other "zanier" BLs (not just Thailand, but everywhere in Asia) that you love and would recommend for an off-the-wall experience? And, why?

@waitmyturtles I'm so sorry you sent this a million years ago and then I kept letting it languish. And it's extra rude because I love this question! It's so hard to add something like YYY to a rec list without a billion caveats, so this is a great chance to shout out some of the series & shorts that don't get as much attention. A few of these I know you've seen but I have to include them for completeness.

First, for the sake of other people reading this, as Turtles has written about, Cheewin brings his own kind of zaniness to almost everything he works on; my faves of his other than YYY are Make It Right and Secret Crush on You (the exception is Bed Friend, which is not in any way zany but I still liked it).

Also going to mention that since Turtles asked for off the beaten path zany, I won't be mentioning any of the popular comedies (in case you're wondering why I Became the Lead in A BL Drama or Man Who Defies the World of BL aren't on this list).

Alright now that's out of the way, let's get into the other recs!

Zany lesser-known BLs other than YYY

Ossan's Love Franchise (Japanese, 2016-2024, GagaOOLala)

It is... less true now that this series is lesser-known than it was when I started writing this draft (in uh... August 2023) but I shall persist! The franchise details alone for this series are complete crack:

A 2016 45-minute short [skippable imo];

The 2018 original series which builds the short into a zany 7-episode comedy series about a man in his late 20s who suddenly finds himself the love interest of his older boss (in his ~50s) and his coworker/roommate (in his mid-20s);

The sequel film Ossan's Love: Love or Dead (2019)which turns into an action film halfway through for no clear reason but also remains a romantic comedy in which the mains from the original season decide if they want to stay together

The AU season Ossan's Love: In the Sky (2019) which has the same characters of the lead and his boss from S1 and the short, but this time they work in an airport and all of the surrounding cast is different and leads to a very confusing love rhombus. Incredible 10/10 no notes [people hate this because they like the mains from S1 & the film but I loved the mess]

The sequel season to S1 and the film, Ossan's Love Returns (2024) which you can absolutely watch in isolation and is about the main couple re-establishing their relationship and their found family friend group after being long distance for a few years.

It's truly excellent comedy, and gets better every outing; there are some barriers that might prevent some enjoying the earlier seasons but the most recent one is really delightful. You can hear me talk more about this series with @bengiyo and @shortpplfedup on The Conversation podcast!

Diary of Tootsies (Thai, 2017, grey/Netflix (for the movie))

I love Diary of Tootsies and the follow-ups so much. SO much. One of the best laughs of my life was the opening to the movie, and I cannot be in a long car ride without thinking about the purse incident in s1. This show doesn't get a lot of BL fandom attention because the romance arcs are not typical for BL (but that's one of the things I love about them). And the friendship in this series is truly what sells it. Season 1 is self-contained, a lot of people dislike the romance plot of S2; I really like the arc across s2 to the movie (as established above, I tend to be less invested in a particular ship across a franchise or multiple franchises). The movie plot is all about reconciling who you thought you wanted and who you are with (amongst all kinds of shenanigans).

HeHe and He (Hong Kong, 2018-ongoing, YouTube)

This mockumentary sitcom-style series does tackle some serious topics and is also absolutely hilarious nonsense across its 3 seasons. The very simple premise is that a gay guy ("hehe" is slang for gay) and a straight guy who are old friends become roommates when the gay friend breaks up with his longterm boyfriend and needs a place to stay, and hijinks ensue. They do direct-to-camera confessionals spliced in with scenes from their lives. I love this show so much, and it would actually be high up in my indie BL rankings if it were completed. I lose it at least once an episode. It's very queer (if you want a show that tackles everything from hookups to turning everything into a joke to being so, so mean to each other while also loving each other dearly to even chemsex, look no further), and I am in love with all of the wacky characters that have formed a love-hate found family that is deeply relatable. The creators posted a video a few months ago saying they're struggling to end it in a way that they're happy with so I'm not sure we'll ever get an ending for the show. But if you like comedy and queer content it's worth a watch even incomplete! I've been very patiently following this project since 2018 and it's legitimately one of my favourite shows.

Rainbow Prince the Series (Filippino, 2022, YouTube)

This is a musical; it is a lot of campy nonsense. There is royalty, political intrigue, a dog, kidnappings, and so. much. singing. The songs are surprisingly catchy and it's all extremely good fun. Also a lot of the dialogue is very clearly improvised.

Hey! First Love (Vietnamese, 2019, YouTube)

This series of shorts are mostly just silly fluff. The very tenuous plot is that these shorts are slice-of-life moments from a young established couple, but it's all really just excuses for Vietnamese comedy and BL romance tropes. If you haven't watched anything from Vietnam, this is a very low-stakes commitment (I think it's under 30 minutes of content all told; there are 4 "episodes" which are spliced together shorts, each of which has a tiny plot but there is not much of an overarching narrative, and then a Q&A with the actors at the end) and gives you a sense of the Vietnamese sense of humour. Both of these actors have gone on to continue to be in other Vietnamese BLs, so if you have watched Vietnamese BL you may recognize them! The production quality on this is charmingly low.

Shubh Mangal Zyada Saavdhan (India, 2019, Amazon Prime)

This film was such a joy to experience in a live theatre. Billed "the first Gay Bollywood RomCom", this movie was a riot of chaos, dance numbers, shenanigans, hilarity, and cuteness. I loved the way this film incorporated the very real legal change to decriminalize homosexuality in its story. Arguably not "BL" as it very much fits in the bollywood tradition not the BL tradition, but OP did ask for all of Asia!

Like Love (China, 2014-15, grey)

And no I don't mean censored--this is from before China started censoring its BLs. This show has kisses as shown in the gif, and even (poorly cropped) sex scenes. It also is super bizarre. I was so confused by this show, the characterization, the fourth wall breaks, and how disjointed it was so I went to read the source material and...it turns out it's one of the most perfect adaptations I've ever seen, the book is in fact exactly like this. The characters are caricatures, there is no bridging between scenes, and the plot is the most absurd take on 'loserfail no-thoughts-head-empty character who doesn't admit he's gay but still ends up in a dedicated and loving relationship with a rich handsome domineering man ' I've ever seen. It's a bewildering experience. Note the sound quality on this one is suuuper miserable. I like s2 way more than s1 (s1 is getting together and includes a lot of the bullying-teasing and I'm-not-gay-I-just-need-him-to-pay-attention-to-me stuff, s2 is the honeymoon phase + getting the homophobic parents on board) but S1 is definitely the zanier of the two. That being said, if you wanted, I think you can dive right in to s2 (there's a direct-to-camera explanation of what happened in s1 at the start of it). Note that they set up a cliffhanger at the end of 2 in anticipation of s3 which was going to be made in 2016 but was cancelled because of the political changes in China in 2016 (this is one of the reasons I went to read the source material; they do get a happy ending in the books).

This is an extremely silly but also touching franchise with a lot of tropes I don't love, but also a lot of things I do (and just neat to see some stuff so early in BL: Underwater kiss? Helicopter ride? Femme fatale becomes friend of the faen? Supportive grandparent? It's all here). There are some fantastic speeches in s2 about supporting your gay children; I liked how in this the kids didn't give up on their parents but try to reconcile their filial piety with their dedication to each other. If you do watch S1, highly recommended you watch the series version rather than the film. For "S2"/the follow-up film, make sure you look for the uncensored film version.

The Lover Room 709 Cut (Korean/Japanese, 2016, grey)

This starts extremely silly, plays with BL tropes, and gets a little bit serious at the end but is mostly just full of puns and innuendos. Includes one of the most hilarious takes on kabedon, and egregious use of the soundtrack from Brokeback Mountain. Also: fart jokes. Folks worried it was going to stay teasing the audience but it does commit and we do get an actual resolution that is satisfying. I admit I've never seen the whole series (which includes stories of 3 other couples in the apartment building) but the BL cut is readily available if you search. Make sure you look for the deleted scene with the lotion application--this scene walked so IFYLITA could run (I'm kidding, but it's very funny seeing this scene now and thinking about that one).

The Boy Next Door (Korean, 2018, YouTube)

This is another older series playing with censorship (similar to The Lover) in which the two characters end up in BL romance tropes but are not actually in love...or are they? The shenanigans are very fun. This one is left more ambiguous than The Lover, which is one of the reasons it's further down the list.

Go! Go! G-Boys (Taiwan, 2006, grey)

I debated between this and another quirky comedy from Taiwan in the early 2000s, Formula 17, but while that's unequivocally a better movie, this one is lesser known and more zany, so it technically better fits the bill for this ask (but if you haven't, go watch Formula 17!). The plot is a bit cringe--straight boy signs up to gay beauty contest to pay off his girlfriend's debts (accompanied by his gay childhood friend who is in love with him) and finds his truth. Meanwhile a homophobic police officer has also infiltrated the contest for investigative purposes. Amongst all that admittedly not great setup, however, are several bizarre sequences including the incredible Lord of the Rings recreation scene (complete with Gatchaman of course), a killer soundtrack, a random delivery of poultry, someone slapping a cake, and, most absurdly unbelievable at all: police taking harassing death threats to the gay contest seriously. It does a great job of setting up what should be a dramatic scene and then immediately undercutting the tension with something absurd. It's not narratively good, but it is a fun ride! And yes, there is a happy ending. Stick around for a fourth wall break (literally) after the credits.

Something Crunchy Crunchy (Korean, 2018, GagaOOLala)

Extremely bizarre little musical short in which snacks are anthropomorphized as hot guys and they sing songs about being eaten and wanting to be eaten. Played entirely sincerely, but the concept is screamingly funny. Fascinating. Also, kind of poly?

Dom (Korean, 2016, GagaOOLala)

Another hilarious and weird Korean short, this time in which we see the protagonist's sex life from the perspective of the condom boxes that are anthropomorphized and given personalities based on their brands.

And since we can't leave out the ladies,

A few zany GLs:

Lily Fever (Korean, 2015, YouTube)

I wrote about this one a little in my GL rec list; it is absolutely bonkers nonsense. There is not really a plot, it's a fever dream of a show. Chaos! Not so much a romance as an excuse to see cute girls flirt and make out.

Legend of Yunqian (China, 2020, grey)

I debated including this one because only the middle is really the zany part, it's sandwiched with more serious xianxia drama. But in the middle of this miniseries is an extremely cute interlude in which xianxia characters time travel to present day for ~reasons. It's censored but there is very little uncertainty about feelings, and manages to be absolutely charming. Worth the short runtime for this kitten quickcut (subbed "Whomst?!" in the show for ultimate comedy). Warning for character death (but it's ok because time travel to reincarnated character!) Subtitled by the indispensable @douqi7s [see their pinned post for links].

BetCin (Filippino, 2022, WeTV)

A lesbian couple with a YouTube following decide to break up but then find out there's a contest for couples, and they decide to pretend to still be together to try and win the contest rather than tell their fans they've broken up. This series does some really interesting things by starting with a breakup and then looking at how two people who are no longer dating manage BGP while also managing their feelings. There's a lot going on in this show, and the hijinks definitely ensue!

Perfect One Night Stand (Korean, 2020, GagaOOLala)

This is a cute Strongberry GL short in which a friend agrees to help her other friend find a girl to have sex with before the day is over; they go through several quirky candidates looking for the titular perfect one night stand.

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hardly-an-escape · 10 months

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this post by @valeriianz burrowed its way into my brain and would not let me rest until I finished this. hope you enjoy, friend!

First Time

Square: E3 - Flirting Rating: E Word Count: 6096 Ship(s): Dream of the Endless | Morpheus/Hob Gadling Warnings: No archive warnings apply Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - human, bi-curious Dream of the Endless | Morpheus, bisexual Hob Gadling, alcohol consumption, first time blowjobs, oral sex, Johanna Constantine is a good friend and a bad influence, Hob is a bit of service top, Morpheus is a bit of a pillow princess, but not exclusively, strangers to lovers, my best friend dragged me out to this dingy pub and all I got was a boyfriend Summary: After yet another bad breakup, Johanna tries to convince her good friend Morpheus that what he really needs is to finally hook up with a few guys. At the pub that night, Morpheus meets Hob Gadling, a handsome grad student who is only too happy to help him achieve that goal… Read on AO3 | fill for @dreamlingbingo

Morpheus shivered at the sound of his name in Hob’s mouth. He was suddenly, sharply, aware of how close they were standing to one another: close enough that he could smell Hob’s cologne and beneath it, faintly, his sweat; close enough that he could see the stubble on his neck and the few strands of grey in his hair, even in the glow of the pub’s neon sign. “I thought,” Morpheus said, and his voice was gravelly. He cleared his throat. “I thought. You weren’t interested.” “Mm. I wasn’t interested in giving Johanna the satisfaction of knowing I’d fallen for her schemes,” Hob said, still toying with Morpheus’s lapel. “But I would say I’m very interested in you.”

Johanna blew into Morpheus’s office one Friday afternoon like a breath of fresh air – for a given definition of “fresh.” When Johanna was around that generally meant stale cigarettes, oversteeped tea, and occasionally and somewhat concerningly, petrol.

“Knew I’d find you in here,” she said. “Swot.”

Morpheus sighed. “What do you want, Johanna?” he asked in the same monotone he seemed to be using for everything these days.

“Oh, I want a lot of things. A million pounds, for starters. A really posh flat in Chelsea. A manicure.” She circled the desk and perched obnoxiously on the edge, crowding Morpheus’s elbow and forcing him to slide the manuscript he’d been looking at to the side. “But right now I’d settle for my best friend dragging his sorry arse out of his dingy office and coming out for a pint.”

“I can’t possibly be your best friend,” Morpheus objected, pointedly not looking up from his work.

Johanna made a noise of pure frustration. “Is it the editor in you that drives you to nitpick every fucking thing I say?” she demanded. “Can you not, I don’t know, turn that bit of your brain off for a few hours and just come out and get a little drunk? For me?”

Morpheus sighed again, finally looking up to meet her gaze. The concern in her eyes belied the annoyed tone of her voice, and he felt something twist guiltily in his belly. She really was worried about him.

“Come on, McDreamy,” she coaxed, voice gentling. “It’s been what? Three weeks now? It’s not going to get better if you just sit in a dark office and brood.”

Morpheus pursed his lips. “Fine,” he said eventually. “I will come out with you, if –” Johanna crowed and pushed herself off the desk “– if you swear never to call me that again.”

“No promises, mate!”

She dragged him into exactly the kind of bar he always pictured when he thought of nights out with Johanna Constantine: ancient show flyers pasted to the walls, slightly sticky floors, and a bartender who greeted her by name.

“Do you know every publican in the city of London?” Morpheus inquired sarcastically as Johanna returned to their table with an intimidating number of shots balanced on a small tray.

“Professional investment, innit?” she said, shoving half of the shot glasses toward him. “You never know when some wayward spouse is going to do something dodgy in a dive like this. A friendly barkeep is the private investigator’s best friend. Now, drink up.”

They’d worked their way through the shots and Morpheus was nursing a gin and tonic by the time Johanna finally brought up his recent heartbreak – which she did in her typically blunt manner.

“I reckon what you need now is to bang a few blokes,” she said, jabbing a decisive finger at his chest. Morpheus choked on an ice cube.

“I beg your pardon?!” he sputtered.

“Oh, don’t come over all prudish now. You’ve been dropping precious little hints about if the right guy came along ever since uni. And I saw you and Cory getting hot and heavy at that New Year’s party five years ago, and I know you chickened out.”

“I didn’t – it simply wasn’t –”

“So I say, time to put your money where your mouth is. Or put your mouth where your… mouth is.” It took a second for her to get the straw of her whiskey sour between her lips before she could take a reflective sip. “What I mean to say is, you need to get some dick, McDreamy.”

“Don’t call me that,” Morpheus muttered, sinking low in his chair. “I can’t believe I go out in public with you, Constantine.”

Morpheus was on his second watery gin and tonic and Johanna was already working on a third whiskey when the bell over the pub door jingled cheerfully. Johanna looked up automatically and immediately grinned, shooting one hand in the air and waving enthusiastically.

Oh no. Morpheus was familiar with that particular grin. It generally didn’t bode well for a calm conclusion to the night.

“Oi, Hob!” Johanna called. “Come over here and pull up a chair!”

Curious, Morpheus turned to see who she was talking to. The man was about average height, with dark brown hair long enough to be tucked behind his ear. He had a strong chin and a slightly Roman nose. He smiled and waved back to Johanna, pointing to the bar and then gesturing between himself and their table.

“Excellent,” Johanna said. “Now it’s a night out. Hob is always good for a laugh, you’ll like him.” She turned back to Morpheus. Out of the corner of his eye he saw her register that he was still looking at the man – Hob, she’d called him; odd name – and yet he couldn’t quite pull his eyes away from Hob’s quick smile, the line of his back as he leaned against the bar, waiting for his drink. “Oooh. Maybe you’ll like him like him. Not a bad choice, Dreamface. I happen to know he swings both ways.”

“Johanna,” he hissed, whipping back around as Hob took his pint and headed toward them. “I am begging you to stop saying… whatever it is you’re saying. Please.”

“Spoilsport.”

And then Hob was next to them, snagging a chair from a neighboring table.

“Well, if it isn’t the hellblazer herself,” he said, giving Johanna a one-armed hug as he sat down. “What are you doing in my neck of the woods?”

“Drowning our sorrows in the time-honored tradition,” she responded. “Mister ray-of-sunshine here recently got broken up with, again, so we are commiserating on the subject of fickle love and drinking hard liquor. Dream, Hob. Hob, Dream. Ite in pace. Deo gratias. Amen.” She solemnly sketched the sign of the cross over the tabletop and tossed back the rest of her drink in one go.

Morpheus extended his hand across the table. “I prefer Morpheus, if you don’t mind.”

“Of course.” Hob took his hand with a smile. His palm was warm and his grip was firm. “Pleasure to meet you, Morpheus.”

They chatted about nothing much for a while. Hob was doing an advanced degree in history, having returned to academia at the ripe old age of 33, and was currently avoiding revising for an exam. Johanna shared some juicy details about a missing person case she’d been working, where the person in question turned out to be not missing so much as on the lam. But after another round of drinks, she managed to turn the conversation back to one of her favorite topics: Morpheus’s love life. Specifically, the disasters thereof.

“I’m just saying there’s been a trend. And the trend is that you keep getting dumped by women,” she said, tapping a finger insistently on the table.

“I am very aware of who has dumped me so far, thank you, Johanna,” Morpheus said, burying his face in his hands. He just knew he was bright red.

“So fuck the trend! Buck the trend, whatever. You know they say the definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over, blah blah blah. So do something else! Or someone else,” she added significantly. “You need to branch out, gender-wise.”

“I do find that it increases the potential dating pool by a statistically significant amount,” put in Hob.

Johanna’s eyes gleamed suddenly, and Morpheus groaned inwardly.

“What about you, then? Hob’ll try it on with anyone, he’s easy,” Johanna said.

“Oh, thanks ever so,” Hob said genially.

“Own it, baby! Hob about it, how? I mean, how about it, Hob? Are you down to do the dirty with our Dreamy here? He needs it,” she whispered, leaning in with a tipsy and conspiratory air.

Hob chuckled and leaned back in his chair as he took a long sip of his pint. Morpheus couldn’t help but think he was stalling. Of course a man like Hob, with his effortless good looks and easy charm, would not be tempted by Morpheus, who was – as he was constantly reminded – too much. Too intense, too work-focused, too gloomy, too skinny, too… him.

Thus, when he realized Hob was in fact giving him a speculative once-over glance across the rim of his glass, the look of panic he felt blooming on his face.

And Hob must have noticed it, because he immediately shifted: his posture became loose and unthreatening and he leaned toward Johanna, punching her gently on the shoulder.

“Nah mate, I’m done with dating for a while,” he said. “The only reason people do it anyway is ‘cause everyone does it. I’m working on myself for a bit.”

“Oh, g’wan, pull the other one, Hobert,” hooted Johanna. “You’re a serial monogamist and you know it. You love sex, and you love love. You’re a fucking sap, admit it.”

“Well, maybe I’m just ready to save it up for the right person,” Hob said.

Was there a quick flick of brown eyes toward blue as he spoke, or was Morpheus simply imagining things?

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#the sandman #dreamling #dreamling bingo #dream of the endless #johanna constantine #hob gadling #my writing #this is unbetaed and barely edited and frankly I think it's distressingly similar to the last fic I posted. but it's DONE!

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da-proti-toku-grem · 3 months

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7 with bojere?

I'm going to be honest here, this one was a bit harder for me to write because I've never written them (or Jere) and I haven't read a single bojere fic since September (or October maybe?) so… yeah. But I hope it didn't turned out too bad 😅

Oh btw! Since I already posted all the previous ones on ao3 (you can find the links in my pinned post), from now on I'll post them both here and on ao3 directly. So, if you prefer to read there or whatever you can find the link at the end of each post (and of course, kudos and comments are always appreciated ☺🩷)

Send me a Ship and a Number and I will Write a Kiss

7. … to shut them up.

Jere was curled up in bed, mindlessly scrolling on his phone while some random reality show played on the back, but he wasn't paying attention to any of that.

Having a break from the tour and having time to be alone and relax was really nice, but having more time alone also meant having more time to think, and more time to think meant that his thoughts drifted to a certain brown-haired Slovenian guy more often than usual.

That soft brown hair with those few white strands that gave it a really nice touch, those chocolate brown eyes that sparkled when they looked at something – or someone – he loved and wrinkled a little when he smiled, that radiant smile that never failed to make you smile even on the worst days, those soft lips that he couldn't wait to feel again on his, the feeling of his arms around his body, pulling him close... All of him.

Usually, at times like this, Jere would call him. Just hearing his voice or seeing his face, even through a screen, always made the Finn feel a little better. But unfortunately, Bojan had let him know in the morning that he had a busy day ahead of him – something about them having to spend all day in the studio discussing options for their next song – so he probably wouldn't be able to talk to him until the evening.

Just a couple more hours, he thought, sighing heavily and putting the phone back on the bedside table. Maybe a little nap would help the time pass faster.

Just as his eyelids began to grow heavy and he began to feel his body relaxing, drifting closer and closer to sleep, soft hair and brown eyes the only things occupying his mind, the unpleasant sound of the doorbell echoed through the house.

Groaning, he threw off the blanket and got out of bed, walking towards the apartment door. He wasn't expecting any visits, so it had better be something important enough to interrupt his nap.

Out of all the possible people who could have been behind the door, he definitely wasn't expecting this one.

Bojan, his Bojan, was there, standing in front of his door with a big smile on his face, a suitcase beside him, and a box of chocolates in his left hand.

A million questions flashed through Jere's still half-asleep mind at that moment. How was he here? Shouldn't he be in the studio in Slovenia? How did he get here? Was he dreaming? Yes, he was definitely dreaming. This was not real. His mind was playing tricks on him.

He realized he had gone too long without saying anything when he saw Bojan's smile fade, being replaced by an expression of concern – perhaps a hint of insecurity.

“Hey, Jere, are you okay?” The younger broke the silence before quickly starting to explain himself. “Shit, I'm sorry; I should’ve let you know I was coming. I know I told you we were going to be in the studio all day, but I- I lied. I wanted it to be a surprise, so I called Mikke to find out when you'd be home. It's just... We haven't seen each other for such a long time and... and I missed you so fucking much, and I couldn't wait to see you and…”

God, he's so cute, Jere thought before he grabbed his face in his hands and pulled him close, pressing their lips together in a kiss that he hoped would be able to show how excited and happy he was that his boyfriend was there.

He could feel the Slovene slowly relax and begin to reciprocate the kiss. Jere's hands moved down from Bojan's face, caressing his arms until they reached his hands, which were still holding his stuff. The older could feel a shiver run through Bojan's body as his tongue licked his bottom lip teasingly.

Before the kiss could get any heated and they ended up making out in the middle of the hallway, where anyone could walk in on them at any minute, the Finn reluctantly pulled away from Bojan, earning a little whine from the other.

“Come inside, yes?” Jere said, tugging on his arm until he pulled him inside the apartment, closing the door behind them.

Bojan set the suitcase aside and dropped the box of chocolates on the small table at the entrance, turning to look at Jere, who immediately threw himself into his arms. The action almost made them both fall to the floor, causing them to burst out laughing.

Amidst laughter, Jere wrapped his arms around Bojan. “I've missed you so so much,” he said, accenting each word with a kiss somewhere on his face, making him giggle.

“I've missed you too, Jerč, so so much,” Bojan replied, giving him a warm smile and bending down a little until their lips met again in a tender kiss.

And there it was – that laughter he so longed to hear next to that ear, those brown eyes that sparkled brighter than ever when they looked at him, those arms that wrapped around him and clung to him almost as if afraid that it was all a dream and he might wake up at any moment, and those soft lips he so loved to feel on his.

If he had to describe the feeling in one word, he wouldn't hesitate for a second before saying "home".

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#finally had a bit of time to write again :D #i'm back with some soft bojere to heal your souls <3 #joker out #bojan cvjetićanin #käärijä #bojere #ask #mine #maca writes #kiss prompts #this is probably a bad time to post bc of the concert but oh well

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Genuinely what did Dazai do? Out of even anime characters in general, what is so bad and evil about him? In the same anime he’s from there’s a pedophile, why doesn’t he cause such visceral hatred from people? Most Dazai haters like characters like Light or Sasuke, are you telling me Dazai is worse than a genocidal maniac or a Dictator with a god complex? More specifically, his main competitor, Chuuya, why is he considered so kind and good just because he’s not “manipulative”? Why is Chuuya’s evil actions either ignored or justified constantly 24/7 but we have to be reminded of Dazai’s everytime? Why is there such hypocrisy? Why are all Dazai ships so hated? Why do people ship Soukoku or any other Dazai ship if they hate Dazai and think he shouldn’t be with anyone romantically? Why do you even think that way? Dazai also deserves love, what did he do so evil that even a pedophile and a misogynist gets so much more sympathy from him? What exactly did Dazai do to this fandom?

Why does Dazai only need to be in love with Chuuya in soukoku and not the other way around? Why do the shippers only enjoy this ship when it’s one sided and Dazai is constantly suffering? Why do Skk shippers not want Chuuya to like Dazai back? How is it exactly that Chuuya is the one who deserves better, when it’s Dazai who keeps saying Chuuya is a human but is told his own humanity is a “joke” by this same person Dazai is kind to? Why do shippers defend this? Apparently both Skk are not perfect people, so when it’s Dazai is accepted he did Chuuya wrong which is I don’t know what exactly, but when it’s Chuuya doing shitty things to Dazai, it’s not an issue, it needs to justified somehow? Why do Dazai “stans” like this people or this ship so much if they “love” Dazai, why are all Dazai “stans” even okay with this? Why do you stan him then? Why do you say you “love” Dazai if you think Chuuya is cooler?? Why can’t you just go and stan him?? What did Dazai do to skk shippers? What is so cool about Chuuya when he’s criminal who still actively harms people?

imagine how successful you'd be if you showed this level of tenacity in academics and life instead of being on my ass for liking Chuuya

genuinely why are you constantly sending me shit still when i haven't even done anything to you or said anything hateful about Dazai. it has been almost 4 YEARS. why are you still in this one-sided beef with Chuuya and with me. why do you feel the need to harass and send people death threats simply bc they like Chuuya more. why do you claim to dislike Chuuya and Chuuya stans yet you come searching for my account all the time and doing the absolute fucking most to circumvent my blocking. why is it so difficult for you to grasp that just bc some people like Chuuya more, it does not mean they hate or even dislike Dazai. why is it so hard for you to take a step back and realize that not everything is meant to be "anti-Dazai" just bc you have interpreted it as such. you have harassed people over obvious jokes, you have harassed people when they haven't even mentioned Dazai bc you always feel the need to insert him into the narrative and then attack the person. i could mention Chuuya and the Flags and here you come with 10 messages telling me i should kill myself and slit my wrists bc the Flags are "flop Buraiha". why are you making it seem like it's about you defending Dazai when reality is it's about you not liking Chuuya. why do you not spend your time talking about Dazai on your own account rather than searching up Chuuya on the daily and making 5 million burners on every social media platform possible to attack people for posts that aren't even remotely harmful or related to Dazai. do you actually give a fuck about Dazai, or do you just hate to see Chuuya get loved by the fandom?

majority of the people you have deemed "Dazai haters" (which, frankly, you have deluded yourself into thinking is everyone besides you) don't even hate Dazai. they'll make one harmless joke or a random post and suddenly they'll be branded by you as a "Dazai anti", bc you do not know how to consume media in a healthy way, and you feel the need to project and make your problem everyone else's. there are plenty of people who have spoken in Dazai's defense of his change after leaving port mafia, about his fight in the light, yet you don't see that bc you are too busy searching up Chuuya and getting mad at Chuuya stans for talking about Chuuya. you seek out certain content that you know you don't like, then nitpick and generalize the fandom as a whole when it is your problem to deal with. don't even come here with that bitchass whining about certain people not "loving" Dazai bc the minute someone you don't like says something about Dazai, even if it's positive, you'll be there telling them to shut up and not speak on him. i have already been through your questions with you in the past so there's no point in going over them again, considering all you'll do is spam me with insults and threats bc you have no actual intentions of having a civil conversation. byeee

#ena replies #are you in love with me or something #the way you make burners just to check in on me constantly...like ok #i implore you to go outside breathe in some fresh air to clear out the cobwebs in that echo chamber you call a skull

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howtobecomeadragon · 1 year

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yeah I'm done with the reddit polls. milevens are harassing the op about everything, in the comments and her dm's, bc of a couple hundred votes from tumblr on a subreddit with over a million subscribers, and we're still the ones that will probably be left out of a mileven consolation vote to make them feel better about losing? that's so silly. and the fact that the op even mentioned being "surprised that byler was still in bc they're soooo hated" in the same comment with the voting link was 🙄

we're not rigging anything. several people share the link, several people advocate to vote for this ship or that ship. a lot of us have similar opinions, in which case we vote similarly, and when we don't, we don't vote the same. i've seen plenty of disagreements in the tags and replies in my posts, so I know that we're absolutely not all voting together.

the redditors are doing the same thing in their comments anyway: they make a quick pitch for why one ship sucks and if it gets a lot of upvotes, that ship is usually voted out, all in the pursuit of keeping their favorites in. it's the same exact thing. that's how it works, that's why it's fun, apparently until the ship they usually report or downvote into oblivion actually has a chance to have their say in the votes.

I got a few nasty messages in my posts last night after I turned my anonymous asks off bc my tumblr was posted in the reddit comments like 5 times. with that and everything else, I'm just not having any fun anymore, this is making me too anxious. go vote if you want, have fun with it, I'm just not posting about it anymore.

#byler #st reddit ship elimination

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timetorace · 2 years

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𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞?

I had to post this before my girls murdered me. @diorleclerc @libraryofloveletters @lickmeleclerc this is for u <3

ship: esteban ocon x fem!reader.

summary: Your friend, Esteban, agrees to be your date at your sister’s wedding... with your ex. Things can only get better from there, can’t they?

warnings: bad language probably. disfuntional family. Ben (my usual readers will get it). tequila mention. cheating mention. smut. unprotected sex. SO SORRY FOR THE GRAMMAR MISTAKES THAT YOU MIGHT FOUND.

word count: +12.9K.

PART ONE HERE

THURSDAY

The next morning when you woke up, Esteban was nowhere to be found. It was around 10 AM and you had the morning free from any wedding activity. Thanks to God cause with how things were between you two, you didn't think you could pull out a smile. That night you had your sister’s bachelorette party. It gave you a headache just thinking about having to attend.

Everything was a complete disaster. You didn’t even know if Esteban hadn’t already left after the fight you had last night. You lifted your head from the pillow. His backpack was still on the couch, so he wasn’t gone. Good. How did everything go down the drain so fast last night? After you believed everything was fine and you were questioning our relationship with him after that kiss. Maybe you shouldn't overthink anything and just leave everything like that. Last night, everything had been ruined in a matter of minutes.

When you went down to the pool in an attempt to relax and not go crazy in the room waiting to see what would happen with Esteban. Your sister and some of her friends, including the bridesmaids, were sitting in one corner of the pool. You were going to pretend dementia as if you hadn’t seen them, but your sister raised her hand. Damn, now you had to go say hi. Maybe you should have stayed in your room. Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed how there were a couple of people in the pool playing volleyball, among whom you found Phillip... and Esteban. There he was then. And yes, seeing him without a shirt caused things suddenly. You didn’t understand why, but the image of him without a shirt and only with his shorts was incredibly tempting. It wasn’t the first time you saw him like that since you used to go on vacation together with your friends, but it was the first time that seeing him like that caused something in you.

“Hi everyone,” you greeted them when you were by their side. You sat down in one of the empty chairs.

“Your boyfriend is fineeeee,” One of Chloé’s friends said, lowering her sunglasses to look at Esteban. Yesterday you met her at the party, was it Cindy? Sydney? Sandy! That was her name.

“Thank you?” You answered with a tone of doubt, not being sure what to say.

“True, I ran into him today at the gym and I think my ovaries exploded,” another of Chloé’s friends said.

“She liked him since they were kids,” Chloé finally said

“I didn't, Chloé.” you rolled your eyes and stretched out on the lounge.

“Please, you always liked a good charity case,” she pointed. That was it. You were going to send her to hell if she kept talking about Esteban like that.

“Charity?” Sandy asked

“He was poor,” Chloé explained, “And he lived in a caravan with his parents”

“Diuh,” Sandy said, wrinkling her nose as if that was gross.

“Chloé,” you warned her with a threatening tone. You were tired of the way she dismissed Esteban.

“Are you going to tell me it’s a lie?” Your sister said, raising her brows. You purse your lips. Chloé knew very well that you would not make a fuss in public, that just wasn’t your style.

“Some people have to work,” you signaled.

“Ugh, work.” Sandy wrinkled her nose again.

“He is still a commoner, a new rich, one of those who had a stroke of luck,” Chloé told you. She was going to find you if she kept picking on you like this.

“Now that he has some millions, things got interesting,” Chloé’s other friend said.

“Yes, they did,” your sister replied, and the look Chloé gave to him before looking at you again gave you a chill. What was she up to? Her look could not bode well. What did she have in mind? You weren’t sure you wanted to know.

After a while, Sandy and the other friend you had discovered her name was Tiffany, headed inside to go to a massage session they had booked at the hotel spa.

“Trouble in paradise?” Your sister suddenly asked as you opened your eyes to look at her.

“Not at all”

“You haven’t looked at him once since you sat here.” She pointed, and you rolled your eyes, trying to dismiss her theory.

“You’re seeing things, Chloé” You pointed out still without looking at him “I've him all for me in our room, no need to brag about it in public, right?“

“You know? It’s okay if you just admit that he came with you out of pity” He was your fake boyfriend, so technically it’s not like he was with you because he loved you. Despite that, it was bothering you that your sister wanted to make you feel bad because a boy like Esteban had paid attention to you. Yes, you had braces and glasses when you met him in high school, but for years now, you wore contact lenses and had your braces removed.

“Again with that? I know it’s hard for you to believe, but he is with me because he wants to”

“Bothering mon tresór again, Chloé?” Esteban’s voice interrupted them. You turned to look at him appear behind you and lean on the back of your lounger.

“Whatever” Your sister didn’t even bother to address Esteban. You knew it was partly because she didn’t consider him worthy enough to talk to her. He just ignored her and gave you a lopsided smile instead that made things to you. If he wasn’t mad at you and if you didn’t know your relationship wasn’t like that, you would say he was flirting with you “Hi babe” He said and you looked up at him before he leaned down to kiss you on the lips. His kiss was short but slow and so sensual that you could feel something stirring inside you. ‘It’s not like that’ you repeated to yourself internally. The way you looked at each other, touched and kissed, was too intimate to be ‘just friends', but you understood it could be your mind playing tricks on you. After all, you were pretending to be something else to everyone else.

“Ugh, find a room,” Chloé interrupted him and a couple of seconds later, you separated.

“Jealous?” You asked, trying to get some arrogance out. Maybe Esteban was right yesterday. It was time for you to give Chloé back some of her nastiness.

“You wished,” she huffed before getting up from her lounger and walking inside. When you raised your head to see him, Esteban had already left. You threw your head back on the lounger. Perfect. Just perfect. Despite the small moment you just shared, you were still at war.

When you got back to the room, he wasn’t there either and didn’t show until you were finishing putting on your earrings. You were ready to meet the rest of the bridesmaids and your sister in the hotel lobby. Esteban just stared at you. He was still dressed as he came from the beach, which didn’t surprise you.

“Are you staying?” You asked before taking your little bag.

“Yes,” The answer did not surprise you. He could barely tolerate Ben, so you didn’t see Esteban attending his bachelor party. From what you’ve heard about the bridesmaids, the bachelor party was going to have some strippers.

“Good,” you told him, walking towards the door

“Good,” He replied before you left.

You two had been friends for so long that you wanted to believe there was a solution, but at the moment, you were both stubborn. Esteban didn’t seem to give in and you weren’t going to either. You kept your position that you didn’t think you had done anything wrong to deserve such treatment from him. It wasn’t your fault that Ben approached you.

When you got to the lobby, your sister was already wearing a headband that said ‘I’m getting married’ and the bridesmaids had one that said ‘We’re her bridesmaids’. Your sister had arranged for your father to charter a yacht, so everything was up and running when you arrived at the port. How had she thrown a party like this when she was on the other side of the world? You’d rather not know. As soon as the group dispersed, you took off your headband and threw it around. You would not walk around with a bright pink sign, you preferred to go unnoticed.

You were sitting in one of the yacht’s dining room chairs drinking a margarita when someone slid in next to you. You looked up only to see your sister. Chloé was a pain in the ass. You rolled your eyes, determined to ignore her.

“You know (Y/N), there’s something I’ve wanted to tell you for a long time and I didn’t quite know how to approach it”

You frowned. Your sister’s expression seemed conflicted. Well, that was something new “You will say”

“It’s about Ben”

“Then I don’t want to hear it” You shook your head “I’m not interested in anything that has to do with him”

“I think this is important for you to know” She bit her lower lip as if thinking what to say next “Even though Ben asked me not to tell you”

“Ok, I hear you” If that made Chloé leave faster than you were going to hear her digress.

“Our thing started earlier than everyone thinks”

You raised your brows “Meaning?”

“Ben and I were together while you and he were dating.”

“I’m sorry?” You asked, wanting to make sure you hadn’t misheard.

“I’m sorry” You knew she wasn’t sorry one bit. Knowing your sister, she had done the act of the sorry sister only for you to fall for her story. That little- “He kept promising me he was going to break up with you all that time until he finally did”

Break up with you? You had broken up with him. Ben wanted you to stay, almost begged you. “Chloé, he didn’t break up with me. I broke up with him.”

“You don’t have to lie to me, (Y/N), I know the truth” She clucked her tongue and the gesture Chloé made told you she knew nothing about that. Oh, God.

“It’s the truth. I broke up with him. He begged me not to leave him” ‘before he proposed to me so I wouldn’t leave' you wanted to add, but you didn't want to do that to her. As much as she was a bitch, you wanted to believe that you were better, you had to be better, right?

“We love each other so much,” she said in a sonorous voice that just made you roll your eyes.

“Good for you, but did you have to put me in the middle? Couldn’t you at least wait until we were over?” You asked before biting the inside of your cheek hard, trying to control your emotions.

“You know what they say, sis, love is love. We couldn’t help it.” Chloé shrugged.

You didn’t want to fall into her trap but you needed to know the truth. At least she seemed willing to give it up to hurt you “For how long?”

“For how long, what?” she asked.

“How long were you sleeping for?”

“Let me see” Your sister made a thoughtful expression. She enjoyed that. “For two years? Maybe more?”

“That’s more than half of our relationship,” you gasped. You thought maybe you had hooked up towards the end of your relationship when you and Ben weren’t that connected anymore, but it seems he had been lying right under your nose for pretty much your entire relationship.

“Sorry sis, it is what it is” Chloé shrugged before getting up and winking at you “Enjoy the party though”

And boy, you enjoyed the party. Before the night was over, you drank most of the alcohol in the bar. It felt like you were an idiot. You felt betrayed. You didn’t even care that much about Ben not being yours, but about the betrayal. He and your sister must have had the time of their lives laughing at you behind your back. During the day, he saw you and at night he slept with Chloé. It made you nauseous to think that he had been fucking both of them at the same time.

You were so drunk that one guest had to help you safely off the yacht and walk across the harbor to safety to the limo you had come in with your sister and her friends. The chauffeur agreed to take you to the hotel and return to the port later to look for your sister and her friends. You spent the travel dozing until they got to the hotel, and you thanked him before getting out of the car. You had taken off your heels, so you entered the hotel with your heels in hand and when you saw yourself in the elevator mirror. Your reflection was deplorable, your eyeliner and mascara were smudged, and your hair was all messed up.

You opened the door of the room trying to be as quiet as possible considering that the lights were off. However, in your eagerness not to turn on the lights, you hit your toe on the wall. You let out a moan loud enough to hear how Esteban moved in bed.

“(Y/N)?” he asked softly.

“I’m sorry,” you replied with a sob. The hit wasn’t even the problem, that was the straw that had filled a night full of emotions that made you feel stupid, angry, and sad at the same time.

“You’re crying?” He asked before turning on the light, “Oh god, are you ok?” Your appearance must have been worse than you thought, judging by the speed with which he jumped out of bed to walk beside you.

“He cheated on me” You sobbed now and cried.

“Who?” He asked, approaching you.

“Ben”

“What?”

“He cheated on me with Chloe,” you replied as he wrapped his arms around you. You rested your head on his chest.

“What? He told you that?”

“My sister did,” you explained to her in her raspy voice “He was sleeping with her for almost all our relation”

“With your sister?” He asked with a tone an octave higher than normal “Oh mon tresór, I’m so sorry” Esteban started stroking your hair. It was the first time he was calling you that when you weren’t in public, but you were going to let it slide. You were too tired to overthink.

“No, you don’t” He had told you many times that by the way Ben acted, he was hiding things from you. You believed Esteban was just being dramatic about it “This is a moment where you tell me you were right”

“But I don’t want to be right,” He let out a sigh “I’m sorry he did that to you”

“Yes, me too”

“Are you sure it’s true? Your sister is capable of making it up,” He suggested and you shook your head in response.

“No, she seemed very pleased to tell me” That didn’t assure you that Chloé wasn’t fabricating the story. It was difficult to express but her look, her expression, told you that your sister was not making anything up.

“I’m sorry,” He murmured, kissing you on the top of your head before you closed your eyes leaning against him. Esteban caressed your cheeks, trying to dry your tears.

“Sorry to wake you up”

“I wasn’t sleeping, I was waiting for you to come back” That statement, as simple as it sounded, suddenly seemed incredibly personal. Something so simple and so normal was suddenly so intimate.

“You were right yesterday, when you told me I always want to please everyone,” you admitted “I tried doing it with my parents and Ben and see where that got me”

“I was being an idiot,” He replied “You shouldn’t regret being a good person, I just want you to be happy too”

You were about to answer when you felt a wave of nausea wash over you. You ran to the bathroom before throwing up. God, the last round of tequila had been a bad idea. You threw up again. Maybe the last two rounds of tequila were unnecessary.

“Are you ok?” His voice asked before feeling how they caressed your back.

“No,” you moaned, leaning against the bathtub “I feel so stupid”

“Don’t do it. He’s an idiot, not you.” He helped you up before putting paste on your toothbrush so you could brush your teeth and mouthwash in a glass.

“I know, my rational part knows, but I still feel like an idiot,” you told her once you finished brushing your teeth.

“It’s not your fault,” He repeated before giving you your pajamas and some privacy so you could change. When you were ready, you just crawled into bed before he came back with a glass of water and a painkiller that he left on your nightstand.

“You can sleep under the sheets if you want?” you suggested as you slipped under the covers.

“Let’s just leave it at that,” He replied, and you moved against him to lay your head on your shoulder. Just like that, you two fell asleep.

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FRIDAY

The next morning, to say that you felt as if a truck had run over you was an understatement. You felt terrible. The hangover didn’t let you think straight. Those last two rounds of tequila were unnecessary. You let out a groan without being willing to open your eyes to face the day. Your moan was greeted by a giggle from Esteban.

“How do you feel?”

“Is it necessary to ask? Like shit,” You moaned.

“Take the painkiller,” He suggested, and you rolled over to get the pill and glass of water from your nightstand “That might help"

“I’m never going to drink again,” you said after taking the painkiller “Ever again“

“Sadly, I don’t believe a word of you”

“I’m serious,” you insisted, “I think I drank three bottles of tequila by myself”

“How do you feel?” He asked, and you knew Esteban wasn’t talking about your hangover.

“Fine” You shrugged. The news still felt strange to you, but there was nothing you could do about it. Although you were furious with them, you didn’t want to give your sister the satisfaction of seeing how she had affected you.

“Yesterday you were crying about him”

“Again with that?” you complained. What was his obsession with stirring up your past with Ben?

“Why would you cry if you don’t want to go back to him?”

“I don’t want to go back to Ben. I was crying because I felt like an idiot for trusting him.” You pointed. The broken trust hurt you the most, with your sister and with Ben. Both of them should have been honest or not bedded in the first place “How could you think I’d go back to Ben? After everything, he did to me?”

He stared at you as if he was processing your words, “You’re right, I’m sorry”

“Okay, but stop suggesting that.” You let out a sigh “I don’t think I can move. Bring me something to eat?” You asked and he let out a laugh.

“Yes, give me a minute,” Esteban replied before taking his clothes and disappearing into the bathroom.

Yes, everything seemed to be fine again between you. You two spent the rest of the day in the room. Nothing romantic at all. You had slept most of the morning and noon and he watched some TV show on Netflix. You liked the way he had gently stroked your hair until you fell asleep, but that was it. The seamstress brought your bridesmaid dress in the afternoon and she left it for you to try on.

“Look, I told you, I’m a shiny peach,” You told him and he let out a laugh “Thank you” you replied sarcastically

“You’re a cute shiny peach though”

“I don’t want to be a peach,” you complained with a groan.

“Don’t worry, you could wear a garbage bag, you’ll still be the most beautiful girl in the room”

You stared at him “You don’t have to say things like that”

“I mean it”

“Thank you, I guess,” you replied, feeling how your face got a little hot and placing a lock of hair behind your ear. Why were you suddenly acting like a schoolgirl? He was just trying to be nice and make you feel better about the ugliest dress your sister could have picked out for you. That was what friends did, right? Make the other feel better when they were down. The dress was hideous and not even a catwalk beauty could make that dress look good. The satin fabric shone even brighter in the lights, so you weren’t sure you’d want to see the wedding photos again after that weekend.

An hour later, you were finishing your makeup in the bathroom, already dressed for the rehearsal dinner, when you saw him approach out of the corner of your eye.

“A little help?” Esteban asked with his tie undone around his neck.

“Don’t worry about it today, don’t even wear the suit jacket”

“No sparkly peach dress today?”

“Not today,” You let out a dramatic sigh “You’ll see it in all its splendor tomorrow”

“What if you tell your mother you don’t want to use it?” He asked.

“It would kill me,” you replied, causing him to laugh “My sister too but my mother above all, for breaking with the aesthetics of the wedding and my sister’s wishes”

“For what it’s worth, it doesn’t matter if you look like a shiny peach, you’ll still be the prettiest girl in the room.” You wanted to feel ok about it but you had the insecurity that you didn’t understand what it meant to feel that. Esteban was just being a good friend to you, wasn’t he? Not being sure of the answer to that question made you even more nervous about it.

“Thanks, keep it up and I’ll believe everything and I’ll have my self-esteem through the roof,” you replied, passing by him to get your bag.

“You should,” He shrugged “Ready?”

“Yeah,” You opened the door “Although the last thing I want is to have to see Chloe or Ben,” You added as you walked down the hall towards the elevator “The very idea makes me sick”

“Your sister just wants to be the center of attention. Don’t give her the pleasure,” Esteban told you, pressing the button to call the elevator.

“She’s the bride, she’s the center of attention indeed,” you pointed out.

“You know what I mean,” He told you as you entered the elevator “Don’t let her enjoy making you miserable”

“I’m not miserable,” You shrugged “I’m upset because I feel like that is a shitty thing to do to your sister”

“Chloé just wants the pleasure of making you feel bad about it”

“She thinks we’re in some kind of competition and that she won because she stayed with Ben.”

“Ignore them and show them you’re happy”

“My sister is going to love that I ignore her,” you let out a laugh “And I have to brag about how happy I am with my new boyfriend,” you added, giving him a wink and joking.

“I heard that your new boyfriend is a topic of conversation”

“Oh yes, he is a great catch, incredibly attentive and charming even though he snores a lot”

Esteban frowned before the elevator doors opened “I don’t snore”

You raised your brows “How do you know if you’re asleep?”

“No one ever complained,” He shrugged.

“Ok, too much information.” You raised your hand “I don’t wanna know how many girls you slept with”

He cleared his throat. “I was talking about my physical therapist.”

You raised your brows as you entered the hotel room “He watches you sleep?”

“Sometimes he is in the motorhome when I rest”

You were about to answer him, but your mother walked toward you. Esteban slipped his hand over yours. You liked the way in those days that gesture had become almost second nature between you. A way for him to let you know he was there for you as a support. You appreciated it. You didn’t know if you could have survived that weekend without Esteban.

“Sorry to interrupt,” your mother said before taking your arm in a firm grip “Honey, your sister wants to talk to you”

“I'll be back,” you said to Esteban before your mother dragged you away from him.

“Chloé prefers that Tiffany be the one to give the maid of honor speech along with Ben’s best man tomorrow.” Your mother said and you could tell she was nervous judging by how she looked around her.

“Oh, it’s fine”

“She’s going to say a few short words today, too.”

“It’s fine by me”

“What are people going to say? People are going to talk about (Y/N) not making a speech.” Your mother shrieked in a whisper.

You saw how your sister rolled her eyes “Nothing mom, people ain’t gonna say anything,” Chloé turned to look at you “Besides, (Y/N) doesn’t care, right sis?”

“Not at all” You shrugged, dismissing it as exactly what you knew was going to upset Chloé. You really couldn’t care less that she didn’t pick you to give a speech at the wedding reception. Did she think that would bother you? You had prepared nothing because, being honest, you had nothing nice to say about your sister other than a couple of childhood memories, so you thought to improvise and mostly lie to create a delightful story that wasn’t true about your sister.

“I just think it’s better that you don’t talk,” Chloé repeated as if wanting to make sure that you had understood the fact that she wanted to exclude you as much as possible.

“Okay,” you agreed with a shrug. In the end, Esteban was right, your sister didn’t deserve even a second of your time “If you’ll excuse me I’ll go back to Este” You added before turning around to walk towards the one who was sitting already talking to some guests. The seat next to him had a sign with your name on it, so you sat there before moving a little closer to him and burying your head on his shoulder.

“Are you angry?” He asked in a whisper so that only you would hear.

“I’m tired,” you replied, nuzzling his shoulder with your nose “I can’t wait for all this to end”

“There is only one day left” He comforted you and you felt how he kissed the top of your head. “Just one day”

“I’m so done with all the drama,” you complained before hiding your head.

“Well, if it makes you happy, it looks like she’s going to explode at any moment. If looks could kill, you’d already be underground.” You did your best not to look at Chloé and just giggled, looking up to see her.

“She thought I was going to be mad if she took my reception speech away,” you explained before rolling your eyes “Please, all I was going to say were lies, anyway”

“Anything about how good your sister is and how much she and Ben deserve each other?” He asked.

“Exactly” You nodded your head.

He leaned towards you and grabbed your chin so you would look at him “I’m gonna kiss you right now” Esteban murmured against your lips and you just nodded your head slightly in response. The closeness still made you feel dizzy. It was like you couldn’t deny him anything when he went into “fake boyfriend” mode. The way he looked at you as if you two had been together for a long time made you think that Esteban would have been an excellent actor if he hadn’t succeeded as a driver.

He caught your lower lip between his before wrapping your mouth around his. His kiss was slow and a little too short for your liking, but the way he left you was something else. Without a doubt, you could describe that kiss as the most sensual you had ever had. Unfamiliar sensations ran through your entire body at that moment.

“I bet my mother must be loving this PDA,” you whispered, hiding your face in his neck.

He giggled at the tickle. “Who cares about what she thinks?” Esteban asked before the clinking of a couple of glasses interrupted them. You rested your head on his shoulder to listen as Ben addressed a couple of words of thanks to everyone. Esteban made fun of him a little, which made you let out small giggles. They were almost like teenagers again, whispering in class. You took advantage while a couple of Chloé’s friends were making a fool of themselves at karaoke to go to the toilet. When you came out, you didn’t expect to find Ben leaning against the hallway wall. What was he doing there? You thought you had made things clear the other day on the terrace.

“I don’t want to talk to you” You rolled your eyes to walk past him.

“Come on, don’t be jealous,” He told you, taking your arm, you turned around and walked away from him.

“Jealous? Chloe told me everything. You disgust me more than anything else,” you snorted.

You saw how Ben opened his eyes a little and turned white. What? He thought your sister was not gonna tell you about their little affair? “She seduced me, I swear”

“Oh my God” Did he think you would not find out that he had been fucking your sister behind your back? “What a pathetic excuse for a human being you are, are you going to blame my sister?” You could feel the fair building slowly inside of you. The way he treated you like a fool was pissing you off.

“It’s the truth,” He told you taking a step towards you and you took one back “I swear, she jumped on me”

“And I suppose you were a poor, helpless victim?”

“You know how Chloé is” he suggested your sister was what? a whore? Annoying? Insistent? whimsical? She might be all that, but he still had some responsibility for that.

“You’re pathetic” You shook your head and crossed your arms before turning around to walk towards the living room again.

“We were going through a rough patch,” Ben yelled, standing in front of you so you couldn’t pass “You barely paid attention to me”

Was he blaming you for all of that? He couldn’t admit that he had been sleeping with Chloé and that he was wrong? After all, he still wanted to blame you as if you had failed at something? “And fucking my sister behind my back was going to fix it?”

“It was a moment of weakness!” He groaned before scratching the back of his neck.

“Weak moment? Ben! You’re going to marry her. That’s more than just a moment for me.” You crossed your arms.

“It’s not a marriage, marriage”

“Tell my sister that,” You rolled your eyes, “You told her you broke up with me for her” You raised your brows to let him know you caught him in her lie “You know that’s not true, I broke up with you”

“It was what she wanted to hear” He shrugged as if he had just told a white lie

“So you lied to him?” you mocked You already found it funny how pathetic he was “You could have at least had the decency to break up with me before her and not spend two years with her behind my back”

“That was a mistake, it was all a mistake”

“And you conveniently left out that you asked me to marry you with the same ring you gave her” You saw how Ben took a step back as if someone had slapped him. Did he think you wouldn't see the engagement ring? “Yes Ben, I saw the ring”

“It was what I had to do,” He moaned like a teenager “You didn’t want to marry me”

“The fact that you believe that my sister and I are interchangeable is disgusting” Not only were you two different people but Ben in his eagerness to belong to your family and connect with the family fortune and your father above all not even He had bothered to pretend that it wasn’t “You are unbelievable, the best thing that happened to me in my life was not marrying you” You added before walking around him and walking to the banquet hall.

“I didn’t say you could leave,” Ben said behind your back.

“Bold of you to think that I have to ask your permission for anything,” you replied, looking him up and down.

“Mon tresór, everything is alright?” You heard Esteban’s voice behind you before you felt his hands on your shoulders.

“Yeah, I was taking out the trash,” you replied scathingly, staring at Ben. You had gone from being angry to being furious. The audacity of that guy.

“No one called you,” Ben added without taking his eyes off you “Stay out, commoner”

“Commoner? What century are you in? You stupid, arrogant pig” You insulted him stepping forward ready to punch him in the face. Ben took a step towards you, also apparently intending to do the same, but with a single movement, Esteban pulled you back and stood in front of you.

“If I were you I would think about my next move,” He warned Ben, “I’m tired of you and no patience left”

“Who do you think you are to talk to me like that?” Ben asked, looking offended and lifting his chin to look at Esteban, who was taller than him.

“Leave my girlfriend alone” The way he called you his girlfriend, even if it was all false, made your heart swell a little. The way he was incredibly patient but Esteban had had enough of Ben “She’s not interested in you as I think she already made it clear” He added sliding his hand to take yours “You’re getting married tomorrow dude, move on”

Ben let out a mocking laugh. “You come here, strutting around, but we all know that no matter how hard you try, you will always be that boy that used to live in a caravan.” You gasped. How dare you talk to him like that? You felt your blood boil, and you were ready to go over him but Esteban’s hand had you tightly trapped next to him “You can try to buy nice cars, get together with the right people but we all know the truth, you will never be one of us, you will never belong no matter how hard you try”

Esteban simply snorted in response “Who said I wanted to belong? And belong to what? To the rich kids’ club? If this is it, I don’t want to belong”

You raised your head to give him a proud smile. Clearly, he had much more patience than you and also seemed unmoved by Ben’s insult “I admire more a self-made man than a rich little brat” You added. He stopped looking at Ben to look at you and give you a small smile.

“Thank you, mon tresór” He gave you a smile after your little moment. “Why are you still here?” Esteban rolled his eyes which made you let out a giggle that you stifled against his shoulder “The fact that you think that’s an insult talks more about you than me, Ben”

“And show how pathetic you are, one more time” You finished before Esteban put his arm around your shoulders to walk towards the elevator. The night seemed like it was going to end early for you that night. The elevator doors closed, and you felt the urge to say something.

“I like that boy and I like this one” You started swallowing hard “Cause the essence is still the same” You could see flashes of teenage Esteban many times although he was now much more mature “You haven’t changed” You added “You grew up, you learned and you gave back to your parents everything they had to give up for you” His first goal when he had earned enough money had been to buy his parents a house so they could stop renting. You couldn’t do anything but respect “All the sacrifices they had to do” Esteban’s parents were two of the best people you had ever met, you had seen them many times in the paddock, and in part, you understood why Esteban was like that, his parents had raised him so that humility and hard work were big parts of his personality “You gave them back the house they sold for you, that speaks more about you than anything else” You shrugged.

Esteban just stared at you for a few minutes until the elevator door opened again. He didn’t say a word, he just walked over to you and gave you a brief kiss on the lips before you guys got out of the elevator. What had that been? You weren’t in public. Then why did he kiss you? Had you misunderstood everything and something else was going on with you? Had you given Esteban the wrong signals? You were getting nervous thinking about all the probable reasons he could have kissed you like that out of the blue.

When you got into bed that night, you couldn’t stop thinking if things had changed between you without you realizing it.

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SATURDAY

Saturday had finally arrived. The wedding had arrived. After that day, everything would be over. Last night you hadn’t stopped thinking about the kiss that Esteban had given you in the elevator, wondering if there wasn’t something else you had missed and if that wasn’t a sign that something else was going on between you that you weren’t picking up. Until the night before, everything had been normal, or so you thought.

The wedding wasn’t until the afternoon, so a couple of hours before you took a shower and changed so you could go to your sister’s suite where the rest of the bridesmaids were going to finish getting ready.

“I’m proud of you,” Esteban told you when you took your dress so you could leave the room with it in your hand.

“For what?” you tilted your head

“For showing up anyway,” He explained “It requires a lot of courage”

“Thanks but it’s not that impressive” You shrugged and cleared your throat to change the subject “See you later?”

“I’ll see you later,” Esteban confirmed before you left.

Well, that had been awkward but you still couldn’t process the kiss from the night before and connect it with everything else like the gestures of intimacy, you were also realizing that you seemed to enjoy the moments of intimacy with him and that these moments they seemed almost natural and not at all forced. The way he held your hand almost instinctively, how it was always there, even when he hadn’t been out on Thursday night, but yet still he was waiting for you when you came back from the yacht.

Esteban had always been your friend. You had been one of the few people in school who hadn’t made fun of him when he first started there. At first, out of pity and because you always needed to defend what was right, but then because you had liked him and he had proven to be a good boy. On the first day of classes, everyone knew he had a scholarship, which in your school was synonymous with being poor, so your classmates, including Ben, had not hesitated to make fun of him for that. “I didn’t know you were such a snob and a bully,” you had told Ben and after that, your classmates had taken care of their business. Esteban had smiled at you in gratitude and you smiled back at him. That was the beginning of your friendship.

“Hey” you greeted Chloé walking into her suite. The seamstress was finishing fitting the dress “You look good” You added trying to reach an olive branch to keep the peace, at least for that day.

“Of course I do,” Chloé replied, and you rolled your eyes at her arrogance “How does it feel to know that I won in the end?”

You frowned and left the dress on her sofa before turning to see her. You couldn’t understand how Chloé could believe that she had won by marrying Ben, you didn’t know if she was in love or if she believed that what she and Ben had was love but you felt a little sorry for her “You think you won because you’re going to marry Ben? Chloé, there is no winning here”

“I ended up staying with him” Only because you had rejected him first but you weren't going to say that to her, as Ben had proposed to you as long as he didn’t leave and with the same engagement ring that she was now wearing.

“You know he is a person and not a thing, right?” You told him, raising your brows.

“Whatever,” she rolled the reds “I understand you are jealous but you can’t have everything I have”

“Me? You are the one dating my leftovers,” She thought you were jealous and that couldn’t be further from the truth, you felt sorry because their marriage was more like a business than anything else and you didn’t know if your sister was more excited about getting married or for believing that you felt bad because she was marrying Ben “Couldn’t you get another man for yourself?”

“It hurts, doesn’t it?” She asked, giving you a lopsided smile as if she had just been told that she had won an award.

“No, I’m just sorry for you,” You shrugged. She was attempting to hit you low. You took a deep breath. You didn’t want to have “You’re beautiful and you could get any man you wanted, but you went out with a man who was with your sister first?”

“One more time, I prove I am the best of the two. He stayed with me” Chloé was delusional. She thought it was better because she was getting married and she had ‘stolen’ Ben from you. Nothing further from reality. “If you’re not interested in Ben, then why are you here, after all?”

“Your wedding doesn’t interest me, Chloé” You replied at the same time that the door opened and your mother, the makeup artist, and the hairdresser walked in “I’m only here because I have to be, don’t get confused”

You got into the bridesmaid's dress before sitting down so the hairdresser could fix your hair. Your mom started babbling about Chloé and Ben and how perfectly they were together. She didn’t even bother you about that. You were feeling uncomfortable, and a little frustrated because your mother didn’t even consider it strange that your sister was about to marry your ex. Your mother hadn’t even mentioned the fact that Chloé had gone after Ben of all men on earth. You had always tried to be as indifferent as possible to the favor your parents had for your sister. You had tried not to take it too personally or let it get to you, but at some point you were human. At that moment, you were being human, and you wanted to get angry about how your mother favored Chloé and granted her every whim. The way Chloé behaved was largely the fault of how your parents had pampered her all her life and told her she was always right and that she did nothing wrong.

You bit the inside of your cheek to stay calm and not open your mouth and say something you might regret. It wasn’t worth it. In a few hours, it would all be over. You spent almost all that time debating internally between your desire to explode and your desire to go unnoticed to end all that once and for all. Finally, anger won.

“After many years of knowing each other, they finally realized that they were meant to be,” you heard your mom say to the makeup artist. Chloé was four years younger than Ben and you, so it wasn’t like they both walked through the same social circles and the same people. Ben’s friends were part of ‘your social circle’ because most of them had gone to school with you, even though you might not like most of them for being arrogant pigs.

“And you see nothing strange in all that?” you asked, raising your brows

Your mother frowned “They are in love” You hated the way she talked about Chloé and Ben as if they had been friends forever and one day she realized they were in love with each other. That led you to think about Esteban and you, and you didn’t like to associate the two of you with them. You weren’t sure what was going on with you, but there couldn’t be more than friendship going on, right?

“You forgot he was dating me for much of that time,” You asked “Or does that part not fit into the fairy tale you made up in your head?” Your family was trying to sell a perfect fairy tale between Chloé and Ben, trying to keep up the image and possibly quell any speculation because you knew most of the guests today were going to remember that Ben had been with you before.

“They couldn’t help each other, love is love, dear” If someone else told you that ‘love is love’ you were going to explode, first Chloé and then your mother, did they want to pass all that off as love?

“Are you listening to yourself right now? One of your daughters fucked with your other daughter’s boyfriend behind her back and you think that’s ok? You had already lost your composure and now you were standing looking at your mother. You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. You didn’t think your mother knew exactly how Chloe and Ben’s relationship had started, but if she didn’t, she gave you no sign of it.

“Language,” she challenged you before putting her lips in a fine line. You could tell that she must not be happy that the makeup artist and the hairdresser were witnessing the entire scene. You weren’t happy about making all that public either, but you had had enough.

“Did you hear me? She slept with him throughout our relationship and you are defending her?”

“They are gonna get married,” your mother frowned “They are meant to be, like soul mates”

“Wha-” It wasn’t worth it. Your mother was a basket case. She would not change her mind and you didn’t want to waste your time trying to make her think otherwise. If up to that moment she hadn’t seen Chloé’s fakes, it was very unlikely that she would see them because you were pointing them out “You know what? This whole wedding can go to hell for as long as I care. I’m out,” you said before turning around to walk towards the door.

“You cannot leave” Your mother warned you

“I can and I will,” you answered “Watch me”

“What happened sis, can’t you handle the pressure?” Your sister spoke behind your back.

You turned to see her. Anger was bubbling up inside of you “Me? You spent your entire wedding week wanting to make me suffer because you think I’m still in love with him.” You looked her up and down “You pity me more than anything else”

“If you’re not in love with him, then why the fuss, sis?” You hated the way Chloé called you ‘sis’ in a teasing way. She was not enough to be an idiot?

“I can not credit the hypocrisy of this family, that’s why” You answered.

“Girls, calm down,” your mother interrupted, but neither of you paid any attention. Emotions were high.

“I’ve had enough of you” Not just for the wedding but in every way. You didn’t know if you wanted to continue putting up with your family after that day “Of all of you,” you added, looking briefly at your mother “I’m out”

“Let her go, mom, she can’t bear to see him marry me,” Chloé said with a smirk and crossed her arms over her chest. You remembered Chloé was allowed to call them ‘mom’ and ‘dad’ but you had always had to use ‘mother’ and ‘father’.

“I can’t bear that you think that having slept with him when he was still with me is fine and that she,” You pointed at your mother with a nod of your head “Don’t let you know how messed up that is”

“As mom told you, we couldn’t help it. Love is love, yes” If someone else repeated that phrase, it would end badly. Why would someone believe that this was love? Because even your sister didn’t seem to believe it. At that point, you weren’t even sure about the romance story she had told you the other day on the yacht.

“Whatever,” You rolled your eyes “I’m not jealous of you, I already told you, I feel sorry for you, you’re a poor soul who spent the week of her wedding paying attention to her sister instead of being happy to be about to marry the supposed love of her life” You didn’t want to be cruel you had already told Chloé earlier that you thought she was beautiful and could get any man she wanted and instead she was stuck with Ben just on a whim.

“How dare you, loser” She pushed you by the shoulders and you staggered

You stepped back and glared at her “Don’t touch me”

“I’ll do what I want,” Chloé answered before pushing you again, this time a little harder, which made you wobble again and lose your balance, stepping on your dress. You weren’t as steady in those heels as you would like. You heard a cloth rip and your butt hit the ground. The hairdresser made a gesture to approach you but you raised your hand so that he wouldn’t come closer and you got up alone.

You had had enough. If Chloé wanted to play, then they were going to play. You hated having to pay her back in kind, but if your sister had gotten into that mess, then she had to know the whole truth.

“You know? I’ve always hated that ring” You told him standing up, and you brushed off your dress. You noticed it was torn from the fall. “Ben gave me the same one when he proposed” You added and saw how Chloé’s expression faltered. “He told you the story about how his grandmother had that ring until his grandfather died because she never stopped loving him, didn’t he?” You did not know if Ben had used the same story with her, but now Chloé had stopped smiling and looked somewhere between horrified and confused.

“How-“ Your sister began. There it was. He had told her the same story, which, to top it off, was a lie.

“And he told you he bought it, especially for you, right?” You ventured “He told me that too”

“Liar”

You rolled your eyes “He did, he beg me not to leave him after I told him we were done, and then he asked me to marry him so I wouldn’t leave” After breaking up with him, Ben had opened a drawer and pulled out the ring to ask you married couple talking nonstop about why you two supposedly belonged together “He even told me his grandmother’s story to change my mind” One thing he knew was that you had a sensitive side he had probably wanted to appeal to with that story “Funny thing is that a week after he proposed to me that same ring was in Cartier” You had entered Cartier to buy a Christmas present for your mother and it turns out that the same ring that Ben had was on the counter of the store “It wasn’t as old as I thought then” The clerk had told you that the ring was from the new collection so there was no way it could be as old as Ben told you it was. Dude didn’t even bother to fake it.

Chloé stared at you. Not even a fly flew in the room “I don’t believe you,” she finally replied after a few seconds.

“Believe what you want is up to you,” you told her before turning around to leave the room. The truth was out. For you, Chloé was so desperate that she had taken your trash and recycled it. The only explanation was that Chloé was in love with Ben because otherwise, you didn’t understand why she was with him when she could have any man she wanted.

Your blood boiled. You had tried by all means not to explode, but you had had enough with your mother’s audacity. You couldn’t believe that she couldn’t even see how messed up I had been by what Chloé had done to you, not that you wanted Ben for yourself. It was that you couldn’t believe that no one would hold your sister accountable for the shitty move she had done on you.

You entered the room and slammed the door behind you. You could feel yourself trembling with fury. Esteban wasn’t there, but you could hear the shower running. You sat on the bed and examined the damage to the dress. The fabric of the skirt had ripped, and the damage was very clear. There was no way to hide it, it could be arranged, but there was a long time before the wedding. Maybe that was a sign that you guys really should go. It bothered you a little after putting up with it all week, but that was it.

Esteban’s voice interrupted your thoughts “Are you ok?” He asked you and you turned to see him. Bad idea. Especially since he was in a towel and fresh out of the shower. An image you didn’t need, especially after you didn’t know where you guys were standing after last night’s kiss. Maybe you were making a big deal on nothing.

“We should leave,” you replied, looking to your dress “This whole thing was a terrible idea from the beginning”

“What happened to the dress? Did you have a fit of rage or something?” He asked, and you heard his footsteps approaching you.

“Something like that” In theory, if you had had a fit of rage that had triggered the fight with your sister, but the dress had been Chloé’s fault. “I fought with Chloé”

“Tell me something new,” He replied, and you rolled your eyes “I’m going to get dressed now, don’t look”

“I didn’t mean to either.” You rolled your eyes and began to examine the fabric of the dress up close. It was nothing that could not be arranged if it were not because the wedding was hours away.

“Were you saying?” He told you and you heard the noise of clothes moving next to him. Maybe staying there while he did that wasn’t the best idea you’d ever had.

“I fought with Chloé. She pushed me and ripped her dress”

“Are you OK?”

“Yes” You nodded “But I think we should go”

“Hey if you wanna leave, I’m 100% on your side but-“

“But I made it this far and survived the entire week for nothing.” You finished it for him.

“Exactly,” He agreed as you listened as he zipped up his pants. Yes, staying there had not been a good idea because now your mind did not stop flying to places not so holy “But I understand if you want to leave,” He added.

“My mother just defended Chloé. She talks as if she hadn’t been under my nose with Ben all that time.” You sighed.

“Is that new? You already knew that your mother supports your sister” Esteban appeared in your range of vision and you turned to see him, he already had his suit pants on and was buttoning his shirt. ‘Keep your thoughts in line’, especially since a week ago your thoughts wouldn’t have strayed like this. Although a week ago, you would never have been in that situation with him.

“Yeah, but I didn’t think expectations were that low,” you added, throwing your head back. That whole week was a complete mess.

“We can go,” Esteban suggested “Or you can have fun at a wedding paid for by other people”

“I’m so done with all of them I swear” You ran your hands over your face before patting your legs and jumping out of bed “I’m going to have to change this dress”

“That’s my girl” He gave you a wink and you let out a slightly nervous laugh. Why did that statement suddenly seem so personal between you? “You came just in time,” He added “I’m going to need help with the tie knot”

“Of course, you will.” Before heading to the closet, you rolled your eyes. You were going to have to wear the same dress you had worn to the rehearsal dinner yesterday, but at least it would not be the dress that made you look like a peach. You had your hair done and your makeup half done thanks to the scene you had done before you left your sister’s suite, so when you were both ready you tied Esteban’s tie.

“You should learn how to do it, it’s not that hard,” you teased, finishing the knot and taking your clutch to leave the room.

“What would I do without you?” He asked, closing the door behind you.

“Nothing,” you replied, smiling at him, although something felt strange. It was like you were tickled because he admitted you were important in his life with something so small as helping him with his tie knot.

The wedding was going to take place outdoors. The hotel garden had like a cliff with a beautiful view of the beach, so it was a beautiful place to carry out the ceremony and the weather was good, so the reception was also going to be outside. Since you no longer had the bridesmaid dress, you were going to sit next to your parents in the front row instead.

“Your sister is mad,” Your father told you as soon as you sat down next to him. ‘Hello to you too, dad’ he hadn’t even bothered to say hello before he started demanding things from you.

“When isn’t she?” You responded by rolling your eyes, and Esteban reached out to place his hand on yours. You were getting used to the way he subtly supported you.

“I don’t know what happened but fix it” Your father put his lips in a thin line letting you know he wasn’t happy “Your mother is giving me a headache”

“So it’s about you and not Chloé and her wedding day, right?” The issue was how much your mother was bothering him and not about your sister’s happiness on her wedding day. Your family worked in strange ways.

Your father gave you a warning look “Fix it,” He murmured to you before picking up the phone to take a call.

You massaged your temples. You guys should have left when you had the chance. Make some silly excuse and get out of there. Your family would never change and all that was a headache. You felt Esteban’s hand slide down your back to caress your shoulders.

“I’m so doing,” you moaned, resting your head on his shoulder.

“Couple more hours and then it’s all over,” He replied, stroking your hair gently. You found his caresses soothing.

“Keep it up and I’m going to fall in love with you,” you murmured.

“That wouldn’t be so bad after all,” He answered without even flinching. You didn’t want to look up to see him. Why did he have to say those things? You didn’t want to admit how you were reacting to his gestures, and you didn’t want to admit that when he said things like that, your heart seemed to fly.

The ceremony had been short, but it had been delayed because your sister wanted it to be right at sunset for the magazine photos. You two had been hand in hand throughout the ceremony until all the guests stood up to applaud the bride and groom.

Esteban’s breath tickled the back of your neck “Look at him, he seems constipated every time he kisses her” He whispered in your ear which made you let out a small laugh that earned you a disapproving look from your mother.

At least you had fun guaranteed with him. It was one thing that you had always had. You could laugh at the silliest things all the time. Your group of friends was relatively small. You two were friends from high school and then maybe a couple more friends who had joined, but your friendship went way back.

You had to admit that all the wedding decorations were incredibly beautiful. The wedding planner had strutted her stuff and your sister had always had an elegant taste, which made it feel like walking into your grandma’s house and afraid you’d break one of her expensive vases.

At least it was time you wanted to thank your sister for not having put you at the head table with your parents and Ben because that would have been uncomfortable. You had ended up at the table with a couple of Ben’s cousins that you knew and luckily liked. Philipp was also at the same table, which was fun for sure. He didn’t have a date, so he had flirt mode on.

“Look at him, he’s going to scare them,” Esteban scoffed as you watched Phillip flirt with Sandy.

“He isn’t leaving by himself today.”

“He isn’t” He agreed and you both let out a laugh. Both were sitting after finishing dinner and the speeches of the bride and groom, the best man, and Tiffany. You had your back against him and Esteban had his arms around you, hugging you from behind.

“Let’s dance,” He suggested, standing up and holding out his hand.

You nodded “Let’s do it”

You were prepared to suffer a couple of stomps from Esteban, but you were surprised when he was more than able to keep up with the music. Having hit the growth spurt very early, when he was a teenager, he used to have coordination problems and you remembered your stomping feet at the prom.

“Ok, you took dance classes, don’t lie.” You raised your brows.

“I did,” He nodded as they swayed to the rhythm of the music “Mainly so I don’t have to make a fool of myself at gala dinners”

“I see, now you can coordinate the legs”

“I started taking salsa classes so I could coordinate the top with the bottom.” He rolled his eyes.

You giggled as you imagined Esteban in the shirt and fringes worn by salsa dancers “Salsa? Oh, my god.”

“I swear it was very useful”

“Yeah, I bet he was.” Now he had some pretty good dancing skills. You had taken classes when you were young, one of the few things you didn’t regret that your mother had forced you to go.

Esteban opened his mouth as if to say something, but closed it again when they called to toss the bouquet. He simply kissed you on the forehead before turning away to walk back to the table. You reached out and took his arm.

“Wait,” you said before adjusting the knot of his tie.

“Thanks” He gave you a nod in response before returning to his seat. You stayed looking at it. Why the lonely look? Was something going on that you didn’t know about?

You had never kissed each other and yet now it was almost normal for Esteban to kiss your forehead, intertwine his fingers with yours when holding your hand or give you those looks that couples give each other over two friends. Looks like a couple would give each other. After all, you were technically a couple, weren’t you? At least they were until the wedding was over. After that, you could organize your mind and get back to normal before that week started. Before that week, you would never have thought of having stolen glances or forehead kisses as intimacy with him.

You weren’t even paying full attention to your sister; the bridesmaids were clustered almost to the front, and you paid attention when one elbowed you and sent you reeling. There was no need to go wild over a bouquet. However, the look Chloé gave you when she turned around and she saw you were the one who had taken the bouquet made you think that perhaps it would have been better if you had not directly taken part in the activity. You weren’t planning on getting married soon, but you couldn’t say anything but smile when the guests started making jokes about your marriage to Esteban coming soon. You sat next to him, stretching your legs to rest a bit.

“I’m sorry about that” You made a face. He must not have felt very comfortable having the whole world poking at him about when the two of you were getting married.

“It’s okay” He shrugged and gave you a reassuring smile.

“We are not even together and they are already planning our fake wedding” You let out a nervous laugh. Still, the idea didn’t sound as alarming to you as it should. It was almost as if the idea was natural.

“We should be,” He replied, and you stared at him. Just said...? What was happening? Did you misunderstand or had I just suggested that you...?

“What?” you gasped. Maybe you had misunderstood, and he was playing with you.

“I love you, (Y/N)” He replied without taking his eyes off you. He wasn’t faking it. Esteban was not acting. He felt that way about you and you hadn’t caught the signs.

“That’s-" You swallowed hard. You closed your eyes briefly, you could feel your heart beating so hard that it was going to come out of your chest “That’s a strong statement”

“But it’s true”

You shook your head “We shouldn’t be doing this” Especially to preserve the friendship you had for so many years.

“I love you,” He repeated “I’ve loved you for a long time”

“No, you don’t” Was it easy to confuse love with friendship? You didn’t want to believe that he had loved you for so long and that you hadn’t realized it. You couldn’t understand if you were too distracted, or he had been very good at hiding it.

“I do, I’ve loved you for a long time”

You stared at him for a few seconds before speaking again. Esteban looked like he was talking dead serious and he wasn’t kidding at all. The party around you had faded. Now you could only think that your friendship would never be the same.

“Wait, is that why you say yes to this whole thing?” The only reason he had agreed to spend that week with you in Mexico was because Esteban expected something else to happen between you? You wanted to think better of him, but at that moment, everything was spinning.

“I said yes cause you are my friend first”

“Why didn’t you say anything?” You asked, frowning.

“I was hoping I could push my feelings deep enough to get through this week.” Oh, God. Things were getting more intense by the second.

“Because right now?” If I had loved you for so long, then I could have told you sooner.

“Before you were with Ben and then when you broke up with him I didn’t want to be your second course”

“And what about our friendship?”

“I don’t know” “but it's worth being brave if everything works out in the end”

“Is that why you told my mom we were dating?”

He shook his head. “I thought maybe you could use a hand.”

“Then I saw it as an opportunity for you to see me as something more” So he wasn’t faking any of that. The kisses, the gestures, the looks. He wasn’t just helping you, he was “Did it work?”

“It did” Did you feel something for him? Yes. Were you in love? You couldn’t tell. It was too soon to know what you felt for him. If it was part of your abandonment problems and always looking for the love that you never had with your family. That had been the reason you had broken up with Ben. When you were younger, you were so desperate for someone to love you, that you had broken up with the first boy who had promised you to love and given you a little cuddle.

“I don’t expect you to stop seeing me as your friend overnight, especially with me having hidden this for so long,” He clarified “But at least I want us to give each other a chance”

You gave him a lopsided smile and leaned into him. “I have a question though,” you murmured.

“You will say”

“What happens after tonight?” And if it didn’t work? What if you were not what he had idealized in his head? And if later he decided that in the end, he didn’t love you? What was going to happen to your friendship?

Esteban smiled at you slightly “We will see, for today we have tonight”

You smiled back at him before nodding “I like that.”

He joined his lips with yours and then you felt it. That feeling of accomplishment where you realized you were probably already more into him than you thought. It was a connection you couldn’t explain. At that moment, you knew nothing was ever going to be the same again. The way only Esteban’s confession had changed things. You smiled between the kiss. You also weren’t sure you wanted to go back to what you were before that.

“May I have this dance?”

You rolled your eyes in response to his formality before taking his hand, both of you moving towards the dance floor. There was a song too slow to dance to, so you just leaned your head against his shoulder and swayed to the beat of the music.

“I’m afraid I’m not the image you’ve made of me in your head,” you murmured after a couple of minutes.

He let out a laugh. “We’ve been friends long enough that I don’t have to picture myself in my head. I know exactly who you are.”

“Perhaps you idolized me and ended up disappointing yourself.” You bit your lower lip suddenly, not so sure that you were okay with trying.

“How can you even know what’s going through my head?” You looked up to see him and you saw that he had raised brows “Stop overthinking everything” He added with a soft look “Stop with the ‘what if’” He knew perfectly well that you needed to have everything clear and organized, you didn’t get along very well with the vertigo that improvisation generated in you.

“Sorry I just-“ It gave you a bit of vertigo, not knowing what could happen to everything you had been until now or rather everything you thought you were because Esteban had bottled up his feelings for a long time, and not I wanted to be just your friend “I don’t want to lose our friendship in case-“

He placed a finger on your lips and you stopped talking “Don’t jinx it” Esteban murmured before leaning down to kiss your forehead “We’re going to be fine”

You drank. You laughed. You had fun. After you decided that you had had enough, you called the night early. You had such a good time with the one that you hadn’t even paid attention to the rest. It was as if both of them had gone out partying alone. Sometimes your soulmate didn’t have to be your lover or your crush, sometimes it was your best friend.

The kisses, the caresses, the soft touches felt more exciting than ever. The sensations that you had had the previous days when he touched you or kissed you had multiplied by a thousand.

“You can sleep under the sheets today if you want to,” you told him when they both got off the elevator.

“Let’s just leave it like that,” Esteban let out a laugh “I don’t want to fall into any temptation”

“So what if I want you to do it?” You asked, and that made him stand in his place.

“I’d tell you’ve had too much to drink”

“You know I’m not even drunk” Although maybe you should be to have that conversation with the “I’m serious Este”

“We should take it slow,” He pointed out.

“I don’t want that,” you replied, pouting slightly with your lips.

“Don’t look at me like that,” Esteban complained with a groan.

“Why?”

“It’s dangerous” It was dangerous to add sex to that cocktail of emotions that you guys were having. He was right, but you weren’t thinking rationally.

“You said we only had tonight,” You said turning to him and walking back “Let’s have tonight then” you lowered the strap of your dress slightly before winking at him. You saw a playful twinkle play in his eyes before he advanced on you.

You turned around and started running down the hall toward your room. He caught up with you halfway and grabbed you around the waist, pulling you towards him. You giggled as he scooped you up and carried you the remaining few feet to your door. You put your feet on the ground and pulled him towards you to kiss him. He lifted you back into the air and you didn’t know how he opened the door to push both of you into your room.

When Esteban separated from you to breathe, you saw he opened his mouth as if to say something and you interrupted him. “Shut up” You answered “Don’t jinx it” you added and they both let out a laugh before kissing again.

Did it feel like this to be with your best friend? So natural and so exciting at the same time. It was as if a train of emotions was going through you at that moment. You pulled him towards you by his tie and ran your hands over his shoulders to remove his suit jacket. He slid his hands down your back to unbutton your dress and, with a movement of your shoulders, you let it fall to the floor, leaving only your panties. You laughed between kisses, trying to breathe between them. You yanked his tie off and some buttons on his shirt popped off. He took you by the ass and lifted you to place you against the door. Your heart was beating at full speed. Esteban loved you. For the first time, the thought just made you smile and didn’t scare you. Your hands slid to unbutton his pants as he nibbled on your ear and his fingers slid inside your panties to play gently with your clit. You didn’t want foreplay and judging by the way he quickly got rid of your panties, neither did he.

When he spread your legs and held you against the doors before brushing the tip of his cock with your opening. The air in the room hit your pussy, feeling how your moisture wet the tip of his cock.

“What are you waiting for?” you gasped.

“I don’t know. I think I’m having fun like this,” Esteban replied, leaning over you to nibble your neck. Bastard. He was enjoying playing with you like that.

You let out an answering grunt that made him laugh before slowly penetrating you, almost making you despair at the pace he was having until he went all the way inside you and pulled out his cock, only to go deep again in just one move

“Fuck yes,” He moaned, and you responded with another moan, throwing your head back and hitting it with the door. You could feel how he would have passed inside you easily thanks to your moisture. They hadn’t even needed previous games.

After a couple of thrusts, he spread your legs wide open, holding you in that position and increasing the pace, making your walls stretch, feeling how deep he was going in that position. You didn’t know you loved him so much, but now it wasn’t a matter of wanting anymore. You needed him so badly.

You could feel how he controlled his onslaught to come with you, so when he noticed you were close to cumming, he increased the pace, causing you to let out a little yelp of surprise. He had a couple of moves up his sleeve that you hadn’t seen coming because of how tired you were. You felt your walls contract around him as a prelude to your orgasm, which made him come, and you followed him a few seconds later.

You both stayed in that position for a couple of minutes, trying to catch your breath. Esteban had his head resting on your shoulder when you spoke again.

“I don’t think I can come back to normal after this,” you gasped

“I don’t wanna come back to normal,” He replied

“Neither do I”

“Let’s make a new normal then,” He said, and you thought it was the best suggestion you had ever heard. You were going to figure it out.

#esteban ocon x reader #esteban ocon x you #esteban ocon imagine #esteban ocon one shot #f1 imagine #f1 x reader #f1 x you #f1 x oc #f1 one shot #f1 fanfic #formula one imagine #formula one one shot #formula one fanfic #formula one x reader

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sizzlingpatrolfox · 2 months

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I blocked 11 accounts today because I logged into tumblr after days and wanted to see what Jimin has been upto and his hashtags were polluted with random Jikook ship stuff. It was so annoying. Some lewser claiming the youngest doesn’t think of JM as the best dancer or handsome but thinks of him as his beloved. I threw up internally and physically had a visceral reaction, ngl. Good lord, does it not make you ashamed to write the other half of your ship isn’t as talented as the group but that’s okay because the maknae loves him? What god level image do you have of JK that you can only appreciate JM because he likes him? “It doesn’t matter if JM isn’t the best dancer coz JK looks at him like he hung the stars”???? Who the fk died made JK the lord of judgements? IDC what his opinion is. I need my guy to get his flowers. Have they ever thought of Park Motherfkn Jimin as an artist? I need them to go extinct. I don’t care for shipping, you do you. But to never acknowledge their artistry is a sickness.

Someone sent me a link to the post, so yeah I saw it.

My opinion's still the same as when he went on and on during a live about Taehyung being the most handsome/beautiful (I don't remember the korean word he used for it) person he's ever seen. And at the time jikookers were trying to find excuses but I said; I know it's normal to think other people are more beautiful than your partner; it can happen, we're not always going to date the most incredible looking person on earth, and that's okay. What is not ok to me is go live to millions of people and say "his best friend is the most good looking person I've ever seen". If you're in a relationship, you can't just say that your partner's best friend takes your breath away like...

Jungkook has never thought Jimin was the best in the group at anything. At least he's never said it and he never will. Once too, they went to that show where they had to write something they wanted to hear from another member and Jungkook wanted to hear "you're a good dancer" from Hoseok. And he wanted to hear from him because he respects Hoseok as a dancer and wanted his approval. So I do think he means it when he says Hoseok is the best dancer to him.

I guess what's annoying about shippers is

1) that Jimin actually talks about Jungkook like he's the best in a lot of stuff. He's talked a lot about looking to him for help in singing, and has even said Jungkook is a better dancer than him even when everyone knows that's not true. Jimin goes as far as including Jungkook in the "visual" line, even though the official narrative is Jin and V are, so he'd be okay if he just said vjin. But Jimin is actually a person with a defined personality that doesn't compromise his morals or opinions for others. So if he thinks Jungkook is good looking as V and Jin, he will just say so. And yet all those things fly over jikookers heads. They'll ignore all that and will tirelessly go back to the one time Jungkook compliments Jimin to make up for all the other times he could've, but didn't.

2) that they can't just acknowledge and accept it. They have to write ten thousand excuses and turn everything into a romance novel to make it seem like yes, Jungkook is saying this or that but secretly he thinks different. Secretly, he thinks the world of Jimin and Jimin only. Secretly, he would never think anyone is better than Jimin.

Just the amount of coping.

As I've said once before too, it's gotten to the point where not only they scramble to find reasons (beyond skinship) to think that they're dating, but also to make Jungkook the kind of boyfriend they think he is. They can't just be like "okay jikook might be dating and Jungkook is kind of a piece of shit for saying this or doing that". No. They have to turn everything around and write stuff like "he hung the stars on the sky" only so Jungkook won't stop being the ideal boyfriend they've made up in their minds.

And that relates to what you say about us not really caring about Jungkook's opinion, but how we have to acknowledge these things anyways because all this discourse does is feed into the idea that Jimin is not as good as someone else. I've written about it before, too; that it really doesn't matter that it's him saying it, but just about giving credit where credit is due. Pjms actually have these conversations about Yoongi and other members as well.

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gottawriteanegoortwo · 7 months

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A Letter From Yancy

Another year on from the events of Heist and meeting you for the first time, Yancy wants to mark it. Easier said than done when you are in a spaceship millions of miles away.

But, strange things have happened on this ship.

Word count: 1,643

It was a quiet day on the Invincible, a rare relief for you. After your morning duties, you found you had free time to do things that you wanted to do.

That, of course, started with a nap.

The nap was exactly what you needed after a busy week, and you felt rejuvenated to properly check in on various teams on the ship. You kept a professional air, but everyone seemed to know you were in the mood for casual chat. For once, it was nice to lower your guard a little and let the crew see you as a person rather than some mysterious, looming figure.

Well… Mostly. Gunther had gleefully pointed out how members of the ‘Captain Fan Club’ had been lingering around, peeking glances into whatever room you happened to be in. When you tried to look at them, the club members quickly spun around and tried to play it cool through random topics of conversation or pointing out different features like they were on duty. You weren’t exactly sure how a member of the ADS was supposed to give any professional opinions on what were actually oxygen pipes, but you left them to it.

Eventually, you gave them the slip and went down a small side corridor. The engineering department had a workshop dedicated to reparations and other projects. Mark had mentioned he had been building a prototype of a ‘cool idea’, and you would be lying if you said you weren’t curious about it.

“Captain! You’re just in time! Come here, come here!” Your Head Engineer was in high spirits as he grabbed you by the arm and yanked you across the workshop. “So I was talking to Burt a few weeks ago and - you know how he does the whole poetry thing? Turns out? He writes it! And not on the tech pads. On paper! I didn’t think anyone even did that these days!”

You raise an eyebrow, deciding not to point out that writing on paper was not fully extinct. Best to let him be excited as he showed off the large machine with tubes poking out of it.

“So it got me thinking. What if there was an automated postal system? Once you’ve written your letter and sealed it, you write the number code of the person you want to send it to. Then, you’d put the envelope in here.” A handle was pulled to reveal an opening. “From there, the computer scans the code, sorts it, and sends it zipping to its destination! The tubes would go in different directions, with the aim to bring it directly to the person’s cabin. Or! If you’re out, you can pick it up from over here.” He waved at you to follow him, where there was the end of a tube just over a small platform. “You type in your code here, scan your hand here, and it’ll send it right back here. Like this.” Stepping around you, Mark followed the steps. Three short, aggressive beeps followed, accompanied by an automated message saying there was no post available. “You try! I’ve only tested it on my code so it’ll be good practice to see if it will recognise anyone else.”

You nod, and follow Mark’s instructions. First, the code. Then, the scan.

One long, less aggressive beep was heard.

“That’s not right-”

‘Please Wait. Your post will be with you shortly.’

“Hold on. There shouldn’t be anything!” Mark put an arm out, stepping in front of you protectively as you both waited to see what would arrive. A tube to the left rattled. The main body of the machine lit up in a sequence of lights. Mark braced himself as the tube in front of you shook and spat out… A letter.

You lean forward, peering over Mark’s shoulder as you stare, dumbfounded at the post that was successfully delivered.

“Captain…? I think this is a trap. What do we do?”

Two options appeared before you: destroy the letter, or examine it.

Curiosity got the better of you as you moved around Mark to open the hatch. There was a brief, childish squabble as he attempted to block you from getting there, but your strength guaranteed that you could simply lift him up and place him behind you.

“Er… Sorry, Captain. You do know what’s best…”

Satisfied that he wouldn’t cause another ruckus, you finally claimed the letter and examined the envelope. As expected, it was addressed to you, but not how Mark said it should be. Rather, it was for your old address on Earth. Had you been there still, it would have arrived safely. A different handwriting had your number code in the top corner, just beside the stamps, with a small moustache drawn underneath.

“So… Is it safe?”

You nodded as you reread your old address. The handwriting was messy and scratchy, but it was so familiar. You had seen it a dozen times before.

The question is… How did a letter from Yancy get here?

With Mark distracted on his mission to figure out who onboard sent the letter, you sat at his desk and opened the envelope. Everything was untouched, meaning that the second sender didn’t peek inside. Yancy knew about ‘space camp’ and how you were inaccessible, yet… he wrote anyway?

Your name was on the top of the creased, lined paper. To the right, you could see it was dated from the start of October. Everything was the same as always - from the scratchy pencil he over-sharpened, to the bad spelling and grammar. It was quintessentially ‘Yancy’.

I don’t even know why I’m doing this. You isn’t living here. You moved out ages ago. But i has been thinking. It’s the middle of the night here. Still in Happy Trails, still on the slow path to a parole hearing. And I has been looking at the sky. There ain’t many stars out there but they make me think of you. You doing okay out there? Bet you is so fucking far away by now. Maybe you found new planets or something. Doubt this little rock is even on the back of your mind but… it’s been quiet. Not being able to see you, I mean. Look, I gotta be honest. It’s october, and that’s the month when we first met. It’s hard to let the month pass and not mark that somehow, even if its through a shitty letter that ill get back in a week or two. Things ain’t easy right now. The parole thing? I know its the right thing to do, but it’s intimidating now that im in the middle of it. When that hearing comes itll be the first time i has seen my brother and sisters since the incidents. Ain’t looking forward to that. And they can say that they don’t think me fit to leave too. Not that i blame them. Dont think they can get my sentence upgraded to the death penalty but theres a real big chance that im gonna be rejected. I know i should give up while im ahead and save the embarasmant. But then i gets to thinking that it ain’t the right thing for me no more. I might fuck up and get refused but i gets to say i tried. That’s something, right? And anyway, i ain’t letting you down. You believe in me. You always said you believe in me when you came to visitation. Giving up is quitters talk anyway, and im no coward. You dont get scars like mine from hiding all scared!! But i aint that kid no more. The person who did those things is me but isnt me. Does that make sense? Hes me, but im not him. I think ive grown up more than i realised. Im not that trapped kid. Im Yancy, and im going to do right. Once i get out……. Itll be a good thing. Maybe I could get up to where you is. Or maybe by then you is back and maybe we could… do something. I dunno. Im still proud of you for all you is doing, even when you is having one of them bad days.. Dont forget that. Except if you is a nosy shit who this letter ain’t for. You can fuck right off. Or send me a letter back so i can see whether i should be proud of you too. Oh! Remember. Back or side of the knees is a GRATE weak point if you needs a quick escape. Not that i want you to get in trouble or nothing. Just giving some good advice! Wait. I should probably go back to bed. fuck. Hope you is safe. Yancy.

You couldn’t stop the wistful smile as you finished the letter. At the bottom, you noticed an addition written in pen, the same one that was used to address the envelope.

PS. Nearly sent this in but someone brought in one of them instant camera things! Asked them to take a photo of me so you dont forget this handsome mug!

That caught your interest, and you lifted the envelope to peer in. Sure enough, there was a Polaroid tucked away at the bottom that was swiftly retrieved.

Yancy was certainly a little older than you remembered. He still had a pompadour style, but it wasn’t held back as tightly and allowed the curls to loosely fall. His eyes were squeezed shut to accompany the wide, goofy smile and two thumbs up. You chuckled at the conversation that must have happened when the photo was taken about what pose to do. Instead of one to remind you of how tough he was, he instead opted for one that proved that, despite everything, he was still a friend you valued.

You were proud of him too, even if you couldn’t tell him.

#ahwm yancy #a heist with markiplier #in space with markiplier #(read more is for tidiness! :d )#(I've wanted to throw something here to show I'm not dead and it's my boy that finally spurred me on)#(hope it reads okay! It's a first draft because I'm not feeling well and want to go to bed before work)#(also engineer mark is here)#(I've left all dynamics vague to allow people to decide who they are shipped with - if anyone)

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foxes-that-run · 6 months

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Coney Island

To Zane Lowe (at 36mins) Taylor talked about Coney Island being about male regret and place everyone wanted to be but now with the lights are off. In this Lyric video Taylor referenced Harry's winding wheels, a metaphor for soulmates. It is co-written with William Bowery, Joe has no credit.

Winding Wheel

The Winding Wheel is a Ryan Adams’ song. (Ryan made a rock cover album of 1989). There is a post about it here. Ryan described it as a metaphor for an “ultimate soulmate”.

13 December 2013, Harry posted 'better still be my winding wheel' on Taylor's birthday. Say don't go was written 2 weeks later.

27 February 2015, the first photos of Taylor with Calvin were posted and Harry posted an overgrown winding wheel to IG

11 January 2018, Taylor put a Ferris Wheel in the open of End Game

11 December 2020, this Lyric Video has a ferris wheel

This is very long, this song hits so many classic Haylor themes that its dense. When it is all written out like this it boggles my mind people would think it is about another muse or several.

Taylor also said on radio about Coney Island:

"Aaron Dessner sent me this track that he created with his brother Bryce, and I wrote the lyrics and the melody with William Bowery. I was coming from a place of somebody who’s been in a relationship for decades and wakes up one day & realizes that they have taken their partner for granted. It speaks to people who are trying to communicate - but they’re two ships passing in the night. They’re trying to love each other but their signals are somehow missing each other.”

She also said ships in the nights about Exile in that interview and in the lyrics of Willow.

Live performances

Coney Island has been played live once, 28 April 2023 in Atlanta. This is one day before the High Infidelity anniversary of April 29. The other song was The Other Side of the Door which has similar theme of wanting a lover back and regret for ruining a relationship.

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Taylor Swift] Break my soul in two looking for you But you're right here If I can't relate to you anymore Then who am I related to?

The opening verse does not pull punches, it ends with 'if I can't relate to who then who am I related to?' Taylor and Harry have a lot of shared history, similar careers and while no one is as big as Taylor Harry is in a small group who can relate. They have respectively sung about being each others soulmate. To loose that is devastating.

Breaking her soul looking is similar to:

Don't blame me "For you, I would cross the line / fall from grace"

Illicit affairs "And you know damn well / For you I would ruin myself / …a million little times"

Slut! "And if they call me a slut / You know it might be worth it for once"

And if this is the long haul How'd we get here so soon? Did I close my fist around something delicate? Did I shatter you?

This again refers to this concept that even apart they are each others person, so to feel they aren’t connecting is a loss

Closing her fist around something Delicate is a reference to the song, which is also about Harry, more on why here. Shattering him is a reference to Falling, to be so lonely. and possibly renegade. Shattered pieces are also in mirrorball.

[Chorus: Taylor Swift] And I'm sitting on a bench in Coney Island Wondering, where did my baby go? The fast times, the bright lights, the merry go Sorry for not making you my centerfold

The fast times, bright lights describe their life, the place to be:

I Know Places: "Lights flash and we’ll run for the fences"

Wonderland: "Flashing lights and we took a wrong turn and we fell down a rabbit hole"

New Romantics: "We’re all here, the lights and noise are blinding"

Is it Over Now: "And did you think I didn't see you? / There were flashin' lights"

Merry-go round, and lost again with no surprises, disappointments refers to the cyclical nature of their relationship.

Blank Space: "But you’ll come back each time you leave"

Style: "And when we go crashing down we come back every time"

Cardigan: "And I knew you’d come back to"me"

OOTW "We were built to fall apart / Then fall back together (back together)"

Sorry for not making me your centerfold breaks my heart, meaning sorry you were not her end game when she thought he would stay with Joe. Lets take Labyrinth as a nice sequel.

Over and over Lost again with no surprises Disappointments, close your eyes And it gets colder and colder When the sun goes down

Maroon "How the hell did we lose sight of us again? Sobbin' with your head in your hands Ain't that the way shit always ends?" The chorus ends sadly, with it getting colder and colder the longer it goes on like that.

Taylor has referred to watching sunsets with Harry, usually in happy, wistful times, but here it is sad, the sun is setting on them. Sunsets are also in:

Out Of The Woods: When you started crying, baby, I did, too, but when the sun came up I was looking at you

Wildest Dreams: "Say you’ll remember me standing in a nice dress, staring at the sunset, babe"

It’s Nice To Have A Friend: Light pink sky up on the roof, sun sinks down, no curfew

Harry and Taylor also posted Sunset photos in Cannes a year apart, which Taylor referenced in the promotion for Cruel Summer, Slut!'s music video also had a similar sky.

[Verse 2: Matt Berninger with Taylor Swift] The question pounds my head What's a lifetime of achievement If I pushed you to the edge But you were too polite to leave me?

The lifetime achievement having no meaning without this muse reflects a theme that Harry and Taylor have sung about the cost of fame in Mirrorball, your on your own kid and Sign of the Times. In Suburban Legends Taylor sings "I didn't come here to make friends We were born to be suburban legends" which to me plays into the idea that they put their careers first and the relationship suffered.

Suburban Legends "I broke my own heart 'cause you were too polite to do it"

And do you miss the rogue Who coaxed you into paradise and left you there? Will you forgive my soul When you're too wise to trust me and too old to care?

Taylor describes Harry as a rogue is a troublemaker Harry has been in IKYWT, "you were trouble", 22 "you look like bad news" Style "James Dean daydream" and Ready for it? "Knew he was a killer first time that I saw him". Harry has also described himself this way in Trouble "You know i’m trouble / I’m trouble with you"

He coaxed her into paradise and left her there in the Virgin Isles in Now that we don't talk and famously the boat.

[Chorus: Taylor Swift with Matt Berninger] 'Cause we were like the mall before the internet It was the one place to be The mischief, the gift-wrapped suburban dreams Sorry for not winning you an arcade ring

Taylor talks about the line of the mall before the internet because it was the one place to be to Zane Lowe, linked above. I love this line, they were the one place to be, the two biggest pop stars in love. I also find a parallel in this line and August, "And say, "Meet me behind the mall" August being the other person, not Harry and Taylor, they meet behind the mall which Harry and Taylor are.

Gift-wrapped suburban dreams refers to Suburban Legends, where Harry and Taylor are the idols of suburbia. "We were born to be suburban legends [...] We were born to be national treasures/ When you told me we'd get back together"

Similar to the centerfold line, not winning you an arcade ring is saying sorry for not getting back together as they had thought. Falling is Harry's perspective on this belief that Taylor would stay with someone else. This time I will choose SOTB as my sequel track. ;)

[Bridge: Taylor Swift, Matt Berninger, Both] Were you waiting at our old spot In the tree line by the gold clock Did I leave you hanging every single day? Were you standing in the hallway With a big cake, happy birthday

In the unreleased Hunger Harry indicates they may have broken up on his birthday "We could ruin a perfect night / On my birthday I made you cry". This may have been in 2015, they had been seen together in late 2014, up to 2 weeks before Harry's birthday. Then Taylor was in Nashville on his birthday and she met CH 3 weeks later.

Hallways are also in 10 songs, generally meeting in them, but here they break up. Taylor also mentioned the birthday line to Zane Lowe as the album came out just before her birthday.

Did I paint your bluest skies the darkest grey? A universe away And when I got into the accident The sight that flashed before me was your face But when I walked up to the podium I think that I forgot to say your name

The accident is a reference to the Snow mobile accident in Is it over now? and OOTW: "Remember when you hit the brakes too soon / Twenty stitches in a hospital room / When you started crying, baby, I did too / But when the sun came up, I was looking at you"

To me, I forgot to say your name at the podium is a reference to Taylors 2013 VMA speech where she said "I'd like to say the person who inspired this song, you know exactly who you are, and now I have one of these!" Harry and Taylor were both musicians, the inspired each other and as evidenced by still writing to each other 10 years later this speech diminished that.

Harry’s unreleased Talk and includes “You forgot my name / Sick and tired of me, I can feel the heat” which, no one forgets his name so I take it as referring to the podium.

#haylor #evermore #coney island

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Red Skies Warning: (POTC, 2003)

OFC x Captain Jack Sparrow

I am so pleasantly surprised at how many interactions I got on my first post, but then again it's not that surprising because I think POTC has a huge fandom and like... zilch written for it. It's unlawful, honestly. Jackie deserves so much more love than he gets.

The sea was, in lack of a better word, blue.

Not the type of blue that she was used to seeing. No, Edwina rarely did anything other than stare at the sea from the shoreline of Port Royal, and though the weather was fair and the island beautiful, seeing the white crest of waves in the distance that broke up the solemn blue of the ocean did not do it justice.

In reality, the sea wasn't just a wash of aquamarine, but turquoise, seafoam, navy and royal, with wafts of white, purple, and pink depending on the time of day. It was so clear that she could see schools of fish jolt near the surface, dolphins that played in the wake of the HMS Interceptor. At night, the sunset would cast hues of every color imaginable on the horizon; at sunrise, she could catch swirls of orange and red lit up like fire.

Even she had to admit that art did it no justice. It was absolutely breathtaking.

"Beautiful, ain't it?"

Jack settled a pair of tan hands on the wooden railing next to her, and though Edwina had been enjoying her rare moment of quiet, she supposed that his company was better than Will's surly demeanor at the moment.

Besides, he was agreeing with her.

So, rather than start a fight, Edwina nodded as her gaze crept along the horizon. She could see other ships in the distance as they approached port, leaving her to soak up what little time they had left of the calm sea. "Prettier than I thought it would be," she admitted after a moment.

"You'd never seen it?"

Edwina gave him a look. "I lived on an island. Of course I saw it. I just... didn't realize that it would be so different out here."

"You've never been sailing before?"

"Was I young, when we first came to Port Royal, but... not since. My father didn't particularly like the idea of me following him around at at work."

Jack hummed, but it was a thoughtless noise. He did that a lot; appeared to agree, yet, when she actually looked at him, Edwina got the sneaking suspicion that his mind was a million miles away.

"Rich lassies don't get to enjoy all the fun things, then, eh?"

The beauty of the moment soured, and Edwina sighed loudly at his jab. Because it was a jab. "I'm not rich."

"Ay?" he asked, eyes lingering on the soft pads of her hands for a moment. "Could'a fooled me, love."

"You know many rich women that long to be stuck on a stolen Navy ship with a pirate and a moody blacksmith?" she shot back, crossing one arm over the other.

Yet, Jack's mouth twitched into a toothy grin; like he had been waiting for her to lose her patience with him.

An idiot then, she decided, truly the dumbest man she had ever met.

"You're hardly the first woman to want a taste of something more exciting, love," he told her, leaning a bit too close for comfort, before he was swaying backwards with a twinkle in his eye. "It won't be long before you get bored of the life. They all do. And when you leave alongside Turner and the girl, I'll gladly share a sip of run to celebrate the occasion. I'll even wave."

Edwina narrowed her eyes down the slant of her nose at him. "Just because a woman gets tired of your stench, Sparrow, doesn't mean that all women who long for something more are eventually going to lose interest."

He sniffed his nose at her irritably. "S'called a musk, love," he said. As if that was the most important part of her argument. She blinked at him in disbelief, and Jack sniffed a second time before adding, "s'better than those wigs and makeup your Navy men wear. To think you'd rather that—"

"I do not rather that," she cut him off before he could even go down that particular tangent. His mouth twitched again, happy as a clam to hear her say it, and she just as quickly wiped the pleased look off his face by adding, "in fact, I think I'd prefer the company of a rat infested island than any of the men in my life. Navy or pirate."

He glared for half a second, before something smarmy turned his features. "Don't suppose you've put that to the test, have you, love?"

"Have I marooned myself on a rat infested island before?"

"I meant more in the favor or a Navy man or a pirate."

"Has anyone ever called you despicable before?"

His smile crooked, eyes lit up to show just how much he was enjoying riling her up, and Edwina envisioned slapping the gold tooth out of his mouth. "You can call me whatever you want, love. S'long as you answer a question for me."

Edwina perked a brow. "I already call you whatever I want."

Jack considered that, before decidedly ignoring the statement altogether to redirect his gaze to the horizon. She watched him watch it for a moment, before Jack slowly asked, "what are you really doing out here?"

It was a stupid question out of nowhere; yet, she didn't laugh. She supposed she was too thrown off guard to laugh. It was a genuine question on his part.

So, she gave him a genuine answer. "Pirates kidnapped Elizabeth, who is my only female friend on the island; the only friend I have that dreads marriage for power as much as I do."

He considered that. "Not a fan of power, eh?"

"You're a pirate. Tell me; what does power bring if you have it but not the freedom to do with it what you wish?"

Some sort of understanding flickered in his eyes, but she didn't see it for long before Jack was swaying against the wooden railing with a golden-toothed grin. "You and Turner both, then?"

She furrowed her brows at him; this time, she did laugh. "I'm not exactly keen on rescuing Elizabeth just so I can confess my love for her," she corrected.

He rolled his eyes, swaying close enough that she could see something soft and honeyed in them, to say, "you're both pirates who aren't pirates. Ay?"

"Yes, well," she tutted, glancing towards the other end of the boat where she knew Will liked to stew in his thoughts and feelings when talking to Jack got too much. "I was raised by a Navy man; wasn't exactly taught how to be a pirate other than to drink all the time."

"Not a bad start. What's dear William's excuse?"

Edwina almost answered that inquiry truthfully—his parents were killed by pirates, so the story goes—but a single look at Jack reminded her of how sneaky he had proven to be. A drunkard, certainly, but one that remembered the things he was told.

So, rather than give in, she said, "you know, I heard Norrington talk about you after the stunt you pulled with Elizabeth."

"Heralds of my heroics are passing already?"

"He said you were the worst pirate he had ever met."

Jack's smile soured a bit, but he waved a hand indifferently in the air as if it didn't bother him a bit to hear such slander. "Your dear Commodore clearly hasn't spent much time meetin' pirates, then."

"Are you trying to say that you're a good pirate, or simply that the other pirates out there are far worse at it then you?" she asked.

He blinked; at her, at the ground, then at her again, and she could see the question churning in his head before he realized that he wouldn't be pleased with either answer. He tutted at her, sticking a finger in her face, to point out, "you're not nearly as fun as Turner, you know. And that's saying something. Poor sod moans more than a nun in church."

Edwina was pretty sure that wasn't a saying. And, if it was a saying, she was pretty sure that wasn't how the saying went.

Regardless, she swatted his hand out of her face like a fly. "Will hasn't exactly been having a good year. It doesn't help his mood out at all when you poke fun."

"Did the hat store run out of peacock feathers?" he taunted.

"The Commodore dislikes him nearly as much as you."

Jack considered that. But when he gave her a lewd smile it became clear that he hadn't taken her point at all, and instead got sidetracked by something else. "Ah, and here I thought you didn't like Navy men, love."

The idea that she spent any matter of time with someone as lawful and stoic as James Norrington had Edwina huffing. He was a handsome man, she supposed, if one squinted at the right angle, but she had met pelicans with more personality than he had. "Haven't you heard? Commodore Norrington is far more infatuated with Elizabeth than a girl like me."

Jack's brow ticked up. "Oh?" he asked. Then, thinking it through properly, she watched as he swept his gaze towards the far side of the boat where Will had last been seen. "Oh. Seems to make more sense why the eunuch is so—"

He made a face, waving his hands in a way that she would certainly never be able to interpret, before shooting an overdramatic wince her way.

"He's awfully pathetic, isn't he?"

Edwina rolled her eyes; even when Will wasn't in hearing distance, Jack still seemed to take the piss out on him. "Have you ever heard a saying about a pot meeting a kettle?"

"I've met a pot before—shan't be doing that again. Far too much bruising," he muttered.

She didn't bother try to interpret that thought, either. Instead, Edwina glanced towards the sails in the distance. "How likely are you to end up in irons once we get to Tortuga?"

"Tortuga? No one ends up in irons on Tortuga, love. That's the beauty of it," he said, wiggling his eyebrows at her with a toothy grin. "The only law is never start a fight with someone bigger than yourself, and if you do that, you'd best be sure your gun is bigger than theirs."

"That's two laws."

"No, we won't be finding trouble in Tortuga. Not the Navy type, anyway," he said with a glance to the horizon. "There's no saying what sort of trouble we might find once the sun has set and me bottle is full of rum."

"I'm starting to think we should leave you on the ship."

Jack looked scandalized at the suggestion. "Better to be leavin' you on the ship with that sort of mutinous talk," he said, deciding that it would be a perfect time to leave the conversation entirely.

Edwina watched him stumble towards the other end of the boat where he was about to badger Will about something mundane, no doubt, and she rolled her eyes after him before turning her attention back to the sea. It wouldn't be long before they made port now, and a trepidatious feeling stirred in her stomach.

She wasn't sure what would be worse—Jack Sparrow drinking all the rum he could find or Jack Sparrow not finding a single drop of it.

She sighed knowing that she was about to find out one way or another.

#pirates of the caribbean #captain jack sparrow #jack sparrow x ofc #original female character #plot bunny #red skies warning

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vodika-vibes · 7 months

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Hi,

Because I haven’t requested a million fics. 😝. Request From the “I’ll keep you safe” prompts with my love Darman. Him saying it.

⋆ “no one’s ever going to hurt you again. i promise you that on everything i believe in.”

Please and thank you. 💜

💕Before I forget again. Thank you for tagging me on all of your fics. I get so excited when I get a notification that you’ve posted a new fic.💕

No One Will Ever Hurt You

Summary: When you get hurt, Darman is there to soothe you.

Pairing: Darman Skirata x Reader

Word Count: 702

Warnings: It gets spicy-ish near the end.

Divider by Saradika

You hiss under your breath as you try to twist out of your bindings. It won’t work. It hasn’t worked any of the last six times you tried this, and it won’t work now, but you still try.

So far as you’re aware, no one knows where you are.

Though you hope that that’s not the case.

You should have known better than to go off on your own. You should have stuck close to Darman and the others. Maybe if you had, then you wouldn’t be in this situation.

This situation, of course, is you being a hostage for the Separatists.

You stop struggling and lean back against the cold wall behind you. You’re pretty sure that you’re in a shipping container, based on the way the wall feels behind you, though you’re also blindfolded, so maybe you’re not.

You freeze when you hear blaster fire and the sound of heavy footsteps. And then you hear the sound of your cell door getting wrenched open, and then gentle hands pull your blindfold off and the manacles holding your hands behind your back are broken.

Before you know it, you’ve been ushered to a medic, and are airlifted back to your base, where you’re immediately shoved into the care of the base doctor, who spent three hours chiding you for allowing yourself to get captured, before he finally releases you.

And then you’re safe in your room, and you ache because of bruises that the doctor left “to teach you a lesson” and you feel kind of numb and kind of exposed and really not safe-

And so when the door to your quarters slams open and Darman bursts into the room, you jump and whip around to stare at him with wide eyes, and your hands are clenched into shaking fists-

“Cyare,” His voice is too loud, at first, and he rips off his helmet and throws it on your bed, “Cyare,” He repeats, his voice softer, gentler, but there’s something wild in his gaze.

He reaches for you too quickly, and you flinch away, and then you freeze and turn a horrified gaze towards him, an apology on your tongue, but his smile is so soft and so gentle.

And when he reaches for you again, his movements are slower, “Oh, my cyare.” He breathes as his gloved hands come up to cup your face, and his thumb lightly brushes against a bruise blooming just under your eye, “My beautiful, perfect cyare-”

“I’m sorry,” you whisper, “I shouldn’t have wandered, I-”

“No, no. My perfect, clever, beautiful cyare.” Darman whispers, “I should have stayed with you. I’m so, so sorry I wasn’t there to protect you.”

“It’s not your fault.”

He steps closer to you, lightly pulling you as close as his armor allows, and he rains feather light kisses across your face, “My cyare,” Darman breathes against your skin, “No one’s ever going to hurt you again.” He promises as something dark and dangerous slides through his voice, though you only feel safe, “I promise you that on everything I believe.”

You wrap your arms around him, and smile shakily, “You’re still in your armor.”

“I came right here as soon as I heard you were safe.” He explains as an apology, “I…hold on-” With your help, he removes his armor and allows it all fall to the floor in a messy pile.

While he would normally be more careful with his armor, he wants, needs, to feel you in his arms. For that reason he also peels off the top of his blacks, and is rewarded with you pressing yourself against him, warm and soft and alive.

He presses his face against your neck and kicks his armor out of the way as he walks you backwards to the bed, “Dar?” You whisper his name as your fingers trail down his chest.

“I’ll be gentle, cyare.” He whispers before he kisses you, “I’ll be gentle, but I need you against me.”

You squeak as you topple back on the bed, but you’re not able to say anything as Darman’s lips seal over yours, taking everything that’s yours and replacing it with him.

And you love him for it.

#star wars #tcw #darman skirata x reader #darman x reader #star wars fanfiction #x reader fanfiction #answered asks

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