#been going through it lol but things are well
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[☆] — long way home | c.sc
synopsis ‣ choi seungcheol knew the city roads like the back of his hand. 30 minutes was more than enough time he needed to take you home, but driving slow whilst taking the long route doesn't sound all too bad, especially if it's with you
pairing bf!seungcheol x fem reader
genre fluff, drabble | warnings not proof-read, use of pet-names (baby & love), kissing, reader calls seungcheol a dork lol
wordcount 0.5k
✷ first post ! been reading tumblr fics for a while but its my first time publishing anything :—) idea was sparked by the 5sos song "long way home" and my current obsession over coups heh enjoooy !
you were strolling around the park with seungcheol after having a hearty dinner at the newly opened italian restaurant you've been wanting to visit, followed by a quick stop for coffee on your way to said park.
hands intertwined, stomachs full, and the dim lights casting a glow on your lovely boyfriends face, you felt content.
and a tad bit sleepy.
"cheol, let's go home?"
you softly ask him, your head laying on his shoulder as you watch him snap a picture of a cute dog wearing a vest in an even cuter shade of pink. you make a mental note to look for one for kkuma, maybe you could even turn it into a matching outfit for all three of you.
"come on, baby"
the sound of seungcheol's voice breaks your train of thought and you look to him, his hand extended for you to take.
you gladly do so, jumping on your feet as you swing both of your arms back and forth all the way to the parking lot.
like muscle memory, seungcheol opens your door and buckles your seatbelt for you, not forgetting to send a cheeky wink your way when your eyes interlock as the buckle clicks into position.
"careful now, i've got a boyfriend you know"
"yeah? can he drive as well as i can?"
"for your information, he can!"
"well i'd like to meet this hotshot then, maybe i could snag his number and take him from you"
"hey!"
he giggles at your remark, admiring the way your hand fit in his as he drove through the roads of seoul with ease. you had always praised seungcheol for his driving, never once making you feel dizzy or nauseous especially for a person who gets motion sickness quite easily.
of course he was and is extremely proud about it.
driving together was easily one of your favorite things to do. drives with seungcheol always made you feel like you two were the only people in the world. laughter, intimacy, and conversations about anything under the sun filled the atmosphere of his cozy bmw.
"so we're taking the long way home?"
you ask in a teasing tone, hiding the hint of hoping that he would say yes. you loved drives with your boyfriend you won't let that get to his head, of course.
"you know it. i'd love to get lost and drive forever with you, baby"
a small giggle is elicited from you as seungcheol kisses your knuckle
"well i guess we should start our forever now."
"waaay ahead of you, love. been waiting for our forever... forever."
your smile widens as you spot his dimples, the streetlights casting yet another glow on your boyfriend's pretty face. the lighting gods must love him i guess, you do too.
"you can always make up for that lost time by kissing me everytime we come across a stop sign"
the amusement in his voice is evident as you spot a big red octagon with the word stop in its famous big bold white text.
the car does exactly as the sign says and seungcheol turns to face you, a boyish grin spread across his face, dimples present and everything.
"you're such a dork, cheol!"
that was all you said before flashing him your own signature smile and giving him a kiss that made him forget his name.
seungcheol made sure to pass by every stop sign on your route home after that.
#choi seungcheol#seungcheol fluff#svt fluff#seungcheol x reader#svt#seventeen fluff#seungcheol scenarios#seungcheol imagines#seventeen x reader#svt drabbles#seungcheol drabbles#kwonnyangel
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Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x fem!reader
Warning: 18+, NSFW, Penetrative Sex, Hardcore sex, Praise, Creampie
Précis: He’s an overprotective ‘best friend’.
A/N: this is my first write, bare with me lol, also major credits to @cherryredstars for inspiring me, thank u :)
Edits & Look-overs: 2
It’s 3am.
You’re walking back to your college dormitory building, exhausted from a night out. Your feet hurt, you have a slight wobble in your walk, and your lungs feel like they burn with every step you take due to the cold air. A misty cloud fleets from your mouth with every exhale.
You left without Miguel’s knowledge. Which, to him, is a big no-no. He isn’t possessive over you, per se, but he does like to know when you leave the dorm you two share together. That’s all he asks for, and you didn’t even do that. He’s been protective over you your whole friendship with him. It pisses you off sometimes but you can’t help but wonder why he is the way he is with you. You mulled over how he’d always hold you close whenever you two went out, like he was trying to show off this imaginary ownership over you, and when he’d give guys death stares at their attempts to flirt with you. That was the least he did — there was a long list of his overprotective ways with you, but those are just the ones you thought about mostly.
When you finally get to your dorm, you unlock the door with your key before quietly opening the door. Thankfully it wasn’t a squeaky door, the faintest squeak of the door or a creak of a floorboard would probably wake Miguel up. He was a really light sleeper. You close the door behind you and lock it before turning around and seeing Miguel sitting on the couch, his feet propped up on the coffee table, his laptop on his lap as he types away, not even looking at you. You freeze up, staring at him with wide eyes. “Miguel? Why are you up so late?” you ask, holding your breath as you wait for his answer. “I could ask you the same thing.” he replies, his husky voice making you exhale nervously.
“Well… I was out,” you mutter, “I didn’t want to wake you just to tell you so I-”
“Don’t.” he interrupts, “just don’t. You didn’t wake me up and tell me because you didn��t want me to know. Look, you’re my best friend and I worry about you. I worry about what could happen to you when you’re out of my sight. I feel responsible for your well-being, and all I ask of you is to just let me know where you’re going, and you can’t even do that, mm? Do you know how worried I was, huh? Huh?!” he exclaims, his voice getting louder as he spoke. You stay silent for a few minutes before sighing, not knowing what to say. “I’m sorry, I just… I-” you’re cut off again by his booming voice, “No, you’re not fucking sorry! Carajo!”
There’s a long pause. You’re a little shaken up, he’s never yelled at you before. “Where were you?” he finally asked, closing his laptop and setting it down before finally looking at you with slightly tired eyes. “I was out clubbing.” you say. He groans at your words, pinching his temple. “With?” he asks shortly after. “I was alone…” you say quietly, causing him to open his eyes. He stands up and walks over to you, his 6’9" frame towering over you. He barely keeps a distance between you and him.
“Listen to me and listen well,” he grunts, grabbing your arm, “I don’t know if you’re too dull to understand this but if something ever happens to you I couldn’t possibly live after that. You may think I’m being overdramatic, and while I’m not disagreeing with you, it’s for a reason, Y/N.” He sighs, staring at you with those piercing crimson red eyes.
“You understand the danger of going out alone, right? I wouldn’t have to be like this if people weren’t horrible, but Y/N, you don’t understand how easily you can get snatched up, hurt, killed, and so on. Especially at night, where sickos like that lurk every street corner and alleyway. I’ve lived through it. You haven’t. I don’t know if it’s the alcohol that makes you so unaware when you’re walking home, but whatever it is, it’s pissing me off.”
You pause for a minute as he gives his big spiel. “How’d you know I was drinking?” you ask, crossing your arms. “Are you serious? You have a wobble in your walk. Either your feet hurt and you’re drunk or it’s a mix of both, your breath reeks of alcohol, and you’re slightly slurring. If you were trying to hide it then that’s… that’s just sad.” Miguel sighs. “I’m glad you’re safe, I really am, but can’t you acknowledge what I’m saying?”
“I… I-I just…” you trail off, sniffling. You try to retract your arm from his grasp but his hand is clenched around your arm. “You just what?” Miguel asks. “I just don’t understand why you care about me so much!” you finally exclaim. After a moment of silence, he’s finally had enough. He tugs you by the arm, “Let’s go.” You’re fucked. Probably in many other ways than metaphorically. He drags you to his room, slamming the door open and pushing you in. He shuts the door behind him and locks it before grabbing you and setting you on the bed, slipping his shirt over his head and tossing it on the floor. You had a feeling this wasn’t going to be sensual, passionate, gentle sex.
He climbs in bed and gets on top of you, staring at you. Your breath was hitched, your eyes were wide. He rolls his eyes before looking down and beginning to unbutton your shirt. It was agonizingly slow, like he wanted to build up your anticipation. “I guess I have to show you how much I care about you since you can’t understand.” Miguel says, getting to the last few buttons. You squirmed slightly, not saying anything back other than an ‘I’m sorry’ under your breath. Miguel just shook his head gently, unbuttoning the last button.
He slipped your pretty blouse off and tossed it to the side. He leaned down more, his mouth hovering over your lips. He finally leaned in just a bit more, enough for your lips to barely touch. But he didn’t want to give you the satisfaction. He just gently grazed his teeth over your lip before trailing his lips down to your neck, where they’d actually settle. His tongue poked out of his lips to graze it over your neck.
He reached his arm up, his large hand going behind your neck and grabbing a fistful of hair to keep you in place as he licked and sucked your neck. He eventually started leaving carmine red hickeys all over your neck. You whined and whimpered under him, all you could really do. He was in tune with your body. Your sensitive spots, what your body responded to, what it didn’t. He knew you.
He pulled back to gauge your expression. You were all hot and bothered, your breaths coming in and out in little huffs. The edges of his lips slightly curled up in a devilish smirk. His thumb rubbed your bottom lip. That ‘tender’ moment didn’t last long until he went back to work. He leaned down and continued kissing and marking you all over, his kisses trailing down your body and leaving spots of saliva in their wake. When he reached the hem of your jeans, he began unbuttoning them.
Once that was done, he pulled them off in one strong tug and tossed them onto the floor behind him. One more obstacle — your panties. He kissed your inner thighs, rubbing your wetness through your panties. He could practically feel your sex pulsing in your panties. He ran his fingers over the black laced hem before slipped them off and tossing them to the side. There it was, what he was looking for. “So wet already.” Miguel mumbled as he began unbuttoning his jeans and tugging them off. He grabs the hem of his boxers and slips those off too, tossing the fabric to the side. Your eyes widen at his length, and you try to push yourself away from him. Miguel tuts in annoyance, grabbing your thigh and roughly pulling you back under him, where you were before. You whine when he slaps his heavy cock against your cunt. You freeze under him, finally learning that squirming gets you nowhere.
He positions himself over you, and you struggled a little bit more. “M-Miguel, it’s been a while since I’ve done this, I’m not-”
“Shh,” Miguel interrupts, patting your cheek a little roughly, “no need to talk. You’ll be fine.” You stay silent but you’re breathing heavily through your nose as you feel Miguel reach down and stroke his tip along your folds. “I’m sure you can take me.” he says, his tone nothing close to passionate. His voice was husky and rough. He stopped teasing you with his tip once he felt your entrance before sinking into you with one push. It was slow and painful, but then it dissipated as he began moving his hips. The pace itself didn’t start off slow or soft, he immediately dove into hammering into you.
You cried out, throwing your head back onto the pillow as his shaft slid in and out of your wet sex. You closed your eyes and panted, but you flinched as you felt Miguel’s hand tightly gripping your chin. “Look at me. Mírame.” he says as he pounds into you. You let out a whine in response as your glassy eyes looked into his. He curses under his breath, holding your waist so you stay in place with one hand, and holding himself up with the other. You never knew dick felt this amazing.
You were feeling this way and he was only a little over halfway in. He was making his way deeper, and you felt it. You went to hold his hand, and he took his hand in yours, your fingers intertwining. Your mouth slightly fell agape and you let out a choked out moan as he bottomed out inside you, his balls nestling tightly against your ass. He fucks the noise out of you, you can’t do anything but let out choked out moans. “Lift your hips for me.” Miguel says, wanting better leverage to your pussy. You weakly lift your hips and he grabs ahold of them, sitting up just a tad to fuck you better. His balls repeatedly slap against your ass with every thrust, fucking a pathetic noise out of you every once in a while. Your boobs moved up and down with the movement, and the headboard squeaked as your body hit it.
“So beautiful…” Miguel murmured, taking one of your boobs in his hand and resting it there, his grip tight on your titty.
You were slightly lightheaded on dick. Creamy little clap noises mixed with Miguel’s grunts and your little noises filled the room. Your seeping juices coat Miguel’s cock with every in-and-out motion his shaft does into you, leaving his cock slicked and with a shiny little coat on it from you.
He was like a machine, his stamina was incredible because he showed no signs of slowing down just yet. “Who’s my good girl, hm? Had a bit of a scare tonight, didn’t we?” he says, hoisting your knees up on his shoulders so he had more leverage. He reaches down and toys with your clit, rubbing his thumb in circular motions on your nub. You whine at the double stimulation. You don’t know if you can take much longer of this before climax slowly comes knocking. Miguel struggled to hold off his climax the more your walls pulsated and tightened around his throbbing cock.
But it didn’t end there. He pulled out of you suddenly, flipping you onto your back roughly and getting behind you. You didn’t even have enough time to react. “Keep that back arched baby.” Miguel says, placing his hand on your back to keep your arch in that position. He uses his other hand to guide himself back in your dripping cunt again, continuing his rough pace. His strokes were deep, fast, and most importantly, calculated. You nuzzled your face in the pillow, and Miguel grinned slightly your muffled screams of pleasure, his lips curving upward.
“Such a good girl… you take me so well…” he breathed out, catching your hand as you swung it back to hold his. “Give me your other hand.” Miguel said, getting both hands and holding them by your wrists as he continued to fuck you roughly. Your upper half bounced slightly upward with every thrust because your arms were being pulled back. “M-Mig.. Mig…” you choke out, whining as his balls smack against your clit. “Qué te pasa, mami? Hm?” he asked rhetorically, his shaft sliding in and out of you with ease. He was getting so close.
He let go of your hands, your hands plopping back at your sides. He had a new fixation — your ass. He grabs both of your ass cheeks in his large hands, groping them and pulling them more towards him, meeting you halfway with his thrusts. With a few more of… doing that, his warm cum eventually shot inside of you.
The two of you moan loudly as you climax at the same time, your juices seeping onto his cock. He pulled out, leaving a trail of warm cum on the sheets, and it seeped out of you. He creampied you. Your best friend gave you a creampie.
“Come here. Fuck, come here.” Miguel pants, pulling you close to him. He wraps his arms around you from behind, both of you collapsing on the sheets.
“So, tell me,” he starts, “still think I don’t care about you?”
You inhaled and exhaled heavily before responding, “I do, I just knew if I said ‘I don’t understand why you care about me so much’ this would be the outcome.” you smirked, rolling over to face him. He froze.
“What?”
#miguel o'hara#astv miguel#across the spiderverse#miguel spiderverse#miguel o’hara x reader#astv#spiderman astv#astv x reader#astv x you#fantasy#fanfic#fandom#18+ blog#blog#first post#miguel 2099#miguel o’hara smut#miguel o’hara fanfiction#miguel o’hara x you
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I wanna share some sleep related LU head canons :)
Sky isn’t a napper. He doesn’t nap much because he always sleep very deeply, it’s hard to wake him up. He also is very slow to wake under normal circumstances, the stress of being on an adventure being the only thing to get him up and moving quickly.
Four is a huge napper, and he loves sleeping. He doesn’t nap as much as he would like to, because this adventure is a lot more stressful than his other ones. He also has the absolute worst bedhead, but he became very good at managing it over the years. Also, if the bed he’s in isn’t comfy enough, he’ll go to sleep with a big ol frown on his face.
Wild barely sleeps, at all. He just doesn’t really get sleepy. Sure he gets tired, exhausted even, but sleepy? Nah. After 100 years of being sleeping beauty, he had more than enough sleep for his lifetime. He only really sleeps when the Chain sleeps because he thinks that they’ll think he’s weird if he’s just running around all night. And he’ll also sleep if he’s hurt, but only if it’s in a very comfy bed.
Wars is a very light sleeper, product of the war. He also wakes up hours earlier than he wants to, so he just lays down until it’s time to get up(totally not me projecting). He has eye bags upon eye bags, and he’s very good at covering them up. He also rarely has bed hair, he wakes up and his hair is nearly perfect almost 100% of the time.
That’s all for now lol
I LOVE THESE
I so agree with Wars just laying in bed awake. That man does not sleep well unless he had a breakdown and crashed, then he’ll be absolutely OUT for a good few hours. Wild just sleeping because he doesn’t want the others to think he’s weird is SO him, if he could have it his way I bet he’d be climbin the trees at 4 am. FOUR IS A BIGGER NAPPER FOR REAL, I know he curls up on rainy days by windows and just crashes. Sky to me takes naps only when he’s so exhausted he can’t stay awake, but he’s definitely a big sleeper and normally on good days doesn’t need to take naps.
If I may add for the others:
Legend sleeps like he’s dead. Yknow how bunnies just crash and look dead? He does that. He absolutely crashes and good luck waking him up when that happens. It’s not an every night thing, but it does happen
Twilight will cuddle up with his wolf pelt if none of the others will sleep near him. He can’t sleep without it, but if he has it he’ll be able to sleep all the way through the night without waking up.
Time wakes up like every two hours and has to get up and walk around before he can go back to bed. He HAS to check on things, and he’s always the first one physically up (Warriors wakes up first but he pretends to be asleep until he hears Time getting up for the day For Real)
Wind has so much energy he struggles to fall asleep and he has to run around sometimes before bedtime or he can’t sleep. He’ll say he doesn’t want a nap because he’s ‘not a child’, but if other people are taking naps he’ll join them because sometimes hes a bit eepy and a good nap will fix him
Hyrule naps so deeply he wakes up like how you wake up from an after school nap. He has no idea where he is, his hair is a mess, there are sticks in it somehow, his pants are rolled up to his knees, and he feels like he’s been dropped through space and time. He can also fall asleep on ANY surface
#jes talks#jes ask#linked universe#linkeduniverse#lu time#lu warriors#lu twilight#lu sky#lu hyrule#lu legend#lu wild#lu four#lu wind#lu headcanons
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My hurt/comfort request:
Reader and eddie somehow survived the upside down together, despite spending time in the hospital afterward for a good few weeks. Now it's well after all that hell, but reader isn't doing well mentally. They keep pushing Eddie away, indulge in drinking far too much, and rely on pills to feel numb. But the PTSD is strong, and nightmares won't go away. Sleep is a luxury now.
One night reader risks calling Eddie while drinking, only to hang up after a few words feeling like it was a mistake. Eddie doesn't take it lightly and comes over to find reader on the floor with a bottle of alcohol, crying and shaking from their last nightmare. Comfort ensues.
Feel free to change anything if you write this!! I know it's a pretty heavy prompt but I rarely see people explore the PTSD side of things with these characters. We forget how much hell the show actually portrayed. (Apologies for the long request lol)
Thanks so much for the request, lovely! This is exactly what I was looking for!
cw: mention of PTSD, reader’s deteriorating mental heath, and abuse of both alcohol and medication, hurt/comfort
You didn’t know how you did it, but after being dragged through hell and back, you had barely escaped death in the Upside Down. Both you and your boyfriend Eddie had been experienced the most unimaginable injuries, seeking immediate help at the hospital even though you knew that they wouldn’t believe how you had gotten hurt so badly.
Both of you had spent weeks there, racking up outrages bills as you were nursed back to health. Eddie had been worse than you, though, having to be on life support, but you were definitely suffering more mentally. Even though you had escaped the Upside Down physically, you hadn’t been able to in your mind.
All of the horrific, traumatic images replayed in your head on a torturous loop that you hadn’t been able to shake. It was as if you had never left even after months of being back in the real world. You couldn’t think of anything else. Especially when it was time to go to bed. Even falling asleep next to Eddie didn’t help. You still somehow always woke up screaming.
Eddie did his best, but it was so hard to watch you fall apart right before him. The person that he loved the most was in absolute shambles and you wouldn’t let him help you. You just insisted that you were fine and told him to leave it alone whenever he suggested alternatives to your unhealthy coping mechanisms.
Instead of seeking therapy like you probably should have, you resorted to the pills you had been prescribed for your anxiety and alcohol to numb your pain. If you weren’t drinking, you were popping pills after pill, and when you were really desperate, you’d combine them, even though it said very clearly on the bottle not to mix them with alcohol.
Over time, you favored your new obsessions over your own boyfriend. You found yourself pushing him away, not wanting to hear his judgement, even though you knew very well that he’d never judge you. He just cared for you in a way no one else did and it made him sick to sit by and watch you self-sabotage.
You sat on the floor of your bathroom, surrounded by empty beer bottles, your phone right in front of you, practically begging you to call your boyfriend who you hadn’t spoken to in weeks. And it wasn’t because you didn’t want to. It was because you couldn’t. You had convinced yourself that he had been upset with you and you just didn’t want to hear it.
But you did want to hear his voice. It was one of the only things that brought you instant comfort, never failing to make all your worries fade away. You knew he would have picked up if you called so you didn’t know why you were so nervous.
You picked up the phone and used the rotary to dial his number, surprised you could do it with how drunk you were. It rang once before your picked up, Eddie’s lovely voice ringing through the phone.
“Y/n?” He asked, breathless, like he had been holding it for too long.
“Eddie,” you cried, feeling tears welling up in your eyes, desperately wishing he would hold you in his arms. You knew he would if you just asked. Why couldn’t you ask?
“Y/n, oh my god. It’s so good to hear your voice, honey. What’s wrong?”
“The nightmares-” you cut yourself off, terrified to tell him what they were really about. You felt like talking about them would make them even worse.
“What about them? Have they gotten worse?” Eddie could always somehow read your mind. Maybe that was why you worked so well together. If you were even together anymore. You wouldn’t have been surprised if he would have broken up with you because of you pushing him away. You thought you deserved it.
You didn’t know why, but you pulled the phone away from your ear and put it back on top of the rotary, scooting away from it once it rang again. You knew it was Eddie and you didn’t want to talk to him anymore. Calling him was a mistake.
You curled up and buried your face into your knees, letting out soft sobs as the nightmares flashed in your head. They were always the same. Always a reminder of the trauma you had gone through. You in Vecna’s clutches, so close to death until you found yourself in Eddie’s arms, him cradling your almost lifeless bodies in his hands, letting out wail and wail as he begged for you to come back.
You cracked open another beer and shotgunned it, before laying on the cold, hard tile, left alone with nothing but your thoughts. Nothing could fix it, nothing could save you. You were just hopeless.
The bathroom door bursted open and you sat up, startled by the sudden noise. There, in the doorway was your boyfriend Eddie, a duffle bag in his hand. He let it fall to the floor and headed toward you before dropping to the tile and pulling you into his lap.
You wrapped your arms around him and buried your face into his neck, sobbing into it while he ran his hands up and down your back as a way to comfort you. He was always so good at it.
“I’m sorry I hung up on you,” you told him when you had run out of tears. He just shook his head and brought his hands up to your face, stroking your cheeks with the pads of his thumbs.
“You have nothing to apologize for. You’ve been going through things that people couldn’t even imagine.” Eddie knew how much you were struggling and it broke his heart that you were blaming yourself for doing what you needed to do to heal.
“But I pushed you away.” Your eyebrows furrowed and you suddenly felt silly for thinking that Eddie would have been mad at you. He couldn’t have been mad at you if he tried.
“You needed your space. I’ll always wait for you, you know that.” You did know that. He had told you those exact words time and time again, especially in the past few months, when you had been going through your darkest times.
“I-I thought you were going to break up with me.” Tears started welling up in your eyes again and Eddie was quick to wipe away the ones that fell.
“Why would I do that? I love you. Nothing could make me want to leave you. You know that, right?” Sometimes he was concerned by how much he loved you. That he would defend you even when he knew you were wrong. He was always just so desperate to be on your side.
“I do now,” you nodded then looked around at all of the empty bottles that surrounded you. You couldn’t believe that you had consumed all of that alcohol in such a short amount of time. Maybe it was time to quit and get some help. You owed that to yourself after all you had gone through. “I-I think I want to go to therapy. I’m sick of feeling this way, so empty and hollow.”
“Honey,” he pulled you into a hug before pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “I’m so proud of you.”
“You are?”
“Always,” he nodded. “Not everyone can see that they need to make changes in their life and you did. Even if it took you a minute to get there.”
“You’ll help me?” You asked, twirling a strand of his hair around your pointer finger.
“Don’t I always,” he chuckled. “Now c’mon. Let’s get you some water and then head to bed. I feel like you could really use some sleep.”
Eddie helped you up from the floor and carried you to the kitchen to get some much needed water. You looked up at him as he took you down the stairs, wondering how you had gotten so lucky as to have someone like him that was so caring and willing to help you even when you had treated him like absolute shit. You never thought that you had deserved him, but maybe after getting some help, you’d be able to work on that and realize that you really did deserve to have him in your life.
#stranger things#eddie munson#eddie munson x reader#eddie x y/n#eddie munson x you#eddie munson x gender neutral reader#eddie munson fluff#eddie munson hurt/comfort
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Hello, I love your writing!! And the Kurt taking care of an overworked lover really melted my heart 🫠💕 could I ask for a similar prompt with Logan? He's my #1 X Men man. If this ptompt is too specific no worries, feel free to make it work within your own parameters- but I live with chronic pain/illness, so maybe it could be someone with a condition that flairing up and they refuse to rest/ask for help, making things worse, and Logan finally steps in, maybe scoops them up in his big arms and lovingly forces them to take a break? Logan has such a big protective heart under all his gruffness, and I think we need to see more of it in the Fandom.
💖 Love and Bless You 💖
Wolverine/GN!Reader
UGH I love this request!! I hope it's okay that i didn't write about a specific illness, but describe a general chronic pain/mobility difficulty due to it. I need to write soft logan like this more often UGH- also, I was picturing the flirty Logan from Wolverine and the X-men here. He's infected my brain and I need more versions of him like that lol.
TWS: Chronic pain/illness. flareups.
If there's one thing anyone knows about Logan, it's that's he's crazy observant, especially with that sniffer of his.
Sure me might not be able to smell when you're in pain, but I 100% thing that he just -knows- when something is off. It's like a sixth sense. Like you move in a particular way or eat your "fuck I hurt" food and he's on you like a goddamn bloodhound.
It doesn't matter how much you protest, or how much you fight him on it, he's not willing to budge when it comes to letting you rest- and if he can sneak in a few extra cuddles, or more time in bed with you, it's just a perk.
Today has been a rough day since you woke up, and you knew it would most likely get worse.
You were having a bit of a flare-up. Well, you say a bit, in all actuality, it was an uphill battle from here. There was just something off the moment you woke up. Your joints were stiff and painful, everyday actions became a chore, and you were hurting much more than normal. But, if there was one thing about you everyone knew, it was that you were certainly stubborn.
You’re in the kitchen currently, resting at the table after popping a batch of cookies in the oven. Jubilee had been begging you to make her some sweet treats, and with her coming home from a rather long mission tomorrow, you decided to surprise her. Your body’s timing was… unfortunate, but there was no stopping you now. You were exhausted after making the dough, and rolling it into balls. After you had popped them in the oven you had painstakingly walked to the fridge to put the rest of the dough inside, muscles protesting each and every step. You had collapsed into the nearest chair, leaning your head back with a sigh, which is where you are now. You let your eyes drift closed as you wait for the timer to go off, relaxing into the seat.
“Hey~” You jump at the sound of the voice, opening your eyes to see a smirking Logan, his arms draped across the back of your chair. You let out a huff, smiling at him.
“Hi Logan.” You say sweetly. One of his hands reaches down to run through your hair, and you feel like a cat as you eagerly lean into the touch.
“How are you feeling?” He asks. You hum, grimacing at the question.
“Fine?” You respond, an unsure tilt in your voice. Logan raises an eyebrow at you.
“Don't bullshit me, sweetheart. I know somethings off.” Logan rumbles. You make a face, sitting up from the chair as normally as you can as the timer for the cookies goes off.
“It's just a minor flare-up. It's fine, I'm fine. I have to finish baking these cookies for tomorrow anyway, so I don't really have a choice.” You say. If he sees the way you stumble a little, he doesn’t comment on it. Logan watches as you take a moment before you open the oven, resting against the counter. You realize that you may have gotten up from the chair just a little too fast as stars spot your eyes. After a minute of rest, hyper-aware of Logan’s eyes on you, you go for it. You barely crack the oven door open before Logan grabs you by the waist.
“Alright, that's enough.” He says. You yelp as Logan drags you away from the oven. He takes the cookies out quickly before he turns around and immediately throws you over his shoulder. Your yelp is more of a screech this time.
“Logan! Let me go- what are you doing?!”
“I'm not gonna stand back and watch you do this to yourself. I'm taking you to bed.” Logan huffs. He’s already walking you out of the kitchen and into the other parts of the mansion as you hit your palms against his back, trying to convince him to put you down.
“But- I- the cookies!” You cry out. Logan has already gotten to your door opening it as he carries you inside.
“I got it. Now just- relax.” He says, plopping you down on the bed. The action has you a little dizzy, and Logan leans in to kiss you on the forehead before he tucks you under the covers.
“I'm going to go get you some water and vitamins. Stay. Here.” You don’t have time to protest before he’s gone, having shut the door behind him. You want to get up and chase after him, tell him that you don’t need any special treatment and that you were fine on your own, but you’re not sure you can really run right now- and the comfort and warmth of your bed and covers are calling you like a goddamn siren song.
You drift in and out of consciousness in bed until Logan is back, with a glass of water and vitamins as promised. He hands you a flintstone gummy as he sits on the bed, and you can’t help but snicker. Logan rolls his eyes, still having delivered vitamins as promised.
“What did you do about the cookies?” You ask as Logan peels back the covers to lie in the bed with you. He pulls you close as he settles in, rubbing his hands soothingly across the parts of you he knows tend to ache the most.
“I put a new batch in the oven. I’ll smell them when they’re ready.” He says. You roll your eyes at him, resting your head against his chest.
“Thank you, you know. Not just for the cookies, but… for caring.” You whisper. He huffs a laugh, leaning down to kiss you on the lips this time.
“You don’t have to thank me, sweetheart. Just rest.”
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Never Ending Summer
Pairings - Nico Hischier x Reader, Trevor Zegras x Reader, Jack Hughes x Reader, John Marino x Reader
a:n this has been pushed off for way too long, even I was getting annoyed with myself. I love these men so much I am incredibly jealous of y/n 24/7.
Warnings - Homie Hopping lol, pet names, cursing, alcohol usage, maybe some grinding ;)
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Word Count: 4494
Part 2
The laughter and chatter from the volleyball game carried over into the house as the group made their way inside, ready to unwind after an evening filled with drinking. Jack's arm remained draped around Y/N's shoulders. He pulled her close, his voice low and flirtatious as he recounted some of the game's highlights, making sure to emphasize his own impressive plays.
Y/N couldn't help but laugh at his antics, her cheeks flushing slightly as she leaned into his side. There was something about Jack's easy charm and confident demeanor that drew her in, made her feel like the center of his universe.
They were engrossed in conversation, Jack's eyes never leaving Y/N's face as she responded.
The others settled into the living room, the conversation flowing freely, Trevor spoke up, a mischievous glint in his eye as he leaned over the back of the couch. "Hey, guys, how about we take this party to the pool? A little night swim to cool off after that heated game?"
His suggestion was met with a chorus of enthusiastic agreement, everyone eager to keep the night's fun and excitement going. They began to disperse, heading off to change into their swimsuits, when Jack's voice cut through the chatter.
"Hey, Y/N," he called out, his eyes locked on hers from across the room. "I'll wait for you at the foot of the stairs, okay? We can head out to the pool together."
Y/N felt her heart skip a beat, a blush creeping up her neck at the intensity of Jack's gaze. She nodded, a shy smile playing on her lips. "Thanks, Jack. I'll meet you there in a few minutes."
With a wink and a grin, Jack headed off to change, leaving Y/N to make her way upstairs with the rest of the girls. As they climbed the steps, their laughter and chatter filling the air, Y/N couldn't help but feel a flutter of excitement in her stomach.
Once they reached the bathroom, the girls began to change into their swimsuits, the space filled with the sound of giggles and good-natured teasing. Y/N slipped into her bikini, the soft fabric hugging her curves in all the right places.
As she stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the straps of her top, Lila sidled up beside her, a knowing smirk on her face. "So, Y/N," she began, her voice lowered to a conspiratorial whisper, "have you noticed the way all the guys have been drooling over you tonight?"
Y/N's eyes widened, a blush staining her cheeks. "What? No, they haven't. They're just being friendly, that's all."
Sarah, overhearing the conversation, let out a laugh. "Oh, please. Friendly is an understatement. I mean, have you seen the way Jack looks at you? It's like you're the only girl in the world."
Y/N shook her head, a small smile tugging at her lips. "You guys are imagining things. Besides, I'm just here to have fun with everyone, not to start any drama."
Lila leaned in closer, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Well, drama or not, you've definitely made an impression. And it's not just Jack. Trevor's been stealing glances at you all night, and don't even get me started on Nico."
Y/N's heart raced at the mention of Nico's name, her mind flashing back to the moment they had shared by the pool earlier, the way his eyes had seemed to see straight into her soul.
"Nico?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. "What about him?"
Lila grinned, exchanging a knowing look with Sarah. "Oh, honey, he's totally smitten. I've known Nico for years, and I've never seen him look at anyone the way he looks at you. It's like you've cast some kind of spell on him."
Y/N felt a warmth spread through her chest, a mix of excitement and confusion swirling in her gut. She had felt a connection with Nico, a spark that she couldn't quite explain, but the thought of him being genuinely interested in her seemed almost too good to be true.
As the girls finished getting ready, their conversation shifting to lighter topics, Y/N's mind continued to race. She couldn't deny the thrill that came with the thought of all these amazing guys vying for her attention, but a part of her wondered if it was all too much, too fast.
she made her way downstairs, her eyes locking with Jack's as he stood waiting for her at the foot of the stairs, his gaze filled with undisguised admiration. With a smile that lit up her whole face, Y/N took Jack's outstretched hand, allowing him to lead her out into the warm summer night.
…
Y/N and the girls waded into the inviting waters of the pool, the laughter and chatter from the group filled the air, mingling with the gentle splashing of water against the tiled edges. The pool area was a true oasis, the crystal-clear water shimmering under the soft glow of the strategically placed lights, creating an almost ethereal atmosphere.
Just as they were about to fully immerse themselves in the refreshing embrace of the pool, Jack's voice called out from the edge. "Hey, ladies! I'm gonna grab some drinks for us. Any special requests?"
The girls exchanged excited glances, their eyes sparkling with anticipation. "Surprise us, Jack!" Lila called back, her voice filled with playful mirth. "But make sure it's something sweet and refreshing, just like our girl Y/N here!"
Y/N felt a blush creep up her cheeks at Lila's words, a shy smile tugging at her lips. The girls giggled, their laughter ringing out across the pool area as Jack gave them a mock salute before heading off to prepare their drinks.
With Jack momentarily out of sight, the girls huddled closer together in the water, their voices lowering to a conspiratorial whisper. "So, Y/N," Sarah began, her eyes twinkling with mischief, "spill the tea. What's going on with you and all these gorgeous guys? They're practically falling over themselves to get your attention!"
Y/N shook her head, a bemused smile on her face. "Oh, come on, you guys. They're just being friendly, that's all. I'm sure they're like this with everyone."
Lila scoffed, rolling her eyes playfully. "Girl, please. I've been coming to these weekend getaways for years, and I've never seen the guys act like this before. It's like you've put them under some kind of spell!"
The other girls nodded in agreement, their expressions a mix of awe and admiration. Y/N felt a flutter of excitement in her chest, the idea of all these amazing guys vying for her attention sending a thrill through her veins.
"I don't know, you guys," she said, her voice barely audible over the gentle lapping of the water. "I mean, it's flattering, but I don't want to cause any drama or hurt anyone's feelings."
Sarah reached out, placing a comforting hand on Y/N's shoulder. "Oh, honey, don't worry about that. These guys are big boys, they can handle a little friendly competition. And besides, it's not like you're leading them on or anything. You're just being your charming, beautiful self!"
The girls erupted into another fit of giggles, their laughter echoing across the pool. Y/N couldn't help but join in, their infectious joy and camaraderie washing over her like a warm, comforting wave.
Just as Y/N was about to share a funny story about her last summer vacation, she felt a pair of strong arms wrap around her waist from behind. She let out a surprised squeal, turning to find Trevor's mischievous grin mere inches from her face.
"Mind if I steal you away for a bit?" he asked, his voice low and playful. "I feel like I've barely gotten to talk to you all night."
Y/N glanced over at the girls, who were now wearing knowing smiles and giving her playful winks. "Go ahead," Lila urged, her eyes sparkling with mirth. "We'll be here when you get back."
With a grateful smile, Y/N allowed Trevor to guide her towards the deep end of the pool, his arms still securely wrapped around her waist. As they drifted away from the group, the sounds of laughter and conversation fading into the background, Y/N couldn't help but feel a flutter of excitement in her chest.
The water grew deeper as they moved further from the edge, the cool embrace of the pool sending shivers down Y/N's spine. Trevor's arms tightened around her waist, pulling her closer until their bodies were flush against each other.
"So," Trevor began, his voice taking on a teasing tone, "you've been quite the social butterfly tonight. I was beginning to think you'd forgotten all about me."
Y/N laughed, playfully splashing water at him. "Oh, please. As if anyone could forget about the great Trevor. You're practically the life of the party."
Trevor's grin widened, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "True, but it seems like every time I turn around, you're off charming someone else. First Marino and Jack, then Nico, and now the girls. I'm starting to feel a little neglected over here."
Y/N's heart skipped a beat at the mention of Nico's name, her mind flashing back to the moment they had shared earlier. But she quickly pushed those thoughts aside, focusing instead on the man in front of her.
"Well, you have my undivided attention now," she said, her voice low and flirtatious. "So, what did you want to talk about?"
Trevor's expression softened, his eyes roaming over her face as if trying to memorize every detail. "I just wanted to make sure you were having a good time. I know this whole weekend getaway thing can be a bit overwhelming, especially with this crazy bunch."
Y/N smiled, touched by his concern. "I'm having an amazing time, Trevor. Honestly, I couldn't have asked for a better group of people to spend my summer with."
Trevor's face lit up, his smile brighter than the twinkling lights that surrounded them. "I'm glad to hear that. Because I have a feeling this is just the beginning of an unforgettable summer."
As they floated in the deep end, the water lapping gently against their skin, Y/N couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment wash over her. Here, in Trevor's arms, surrounded by the laughter and joy of her new friends, she felt like she was exactly where she was meant to be.
But even as she lost herself in the moment, she couldn't shake the feeling that there was something else lurking beneath the surface, a tension that crackled between them like electricity.
Trevor and Y/N were enjoying their moment together in the pool, the sound of his name being called caught their attention. The group was gathering at the edge of the pool, waving Trevor over to join them.
"Duty calls," Trevor said with a playful grin, giving Y/N a gentle squeeze before making his way towards the edge of the pool. "I'll be back in a bit. Don't have too much fun without me!"
Y/N laughed, watching as Trevor hoisted himself out of the water and made his way over to the group. As she floated lazily in the pool, she noticed Nico sitting by the edge, his feet dangling in the water. With a smile, she swam over to him, coming to rest her arms on the pool's edge.
"Hey there, stranger," she said, her voice playful. "Enjoying the view?"
Nico looked down at her, a warm smile spreading across his face. "I am now," he replied, his eyes twinkling in the soft glow of the pool lights. He gestured for her to come closer, patting the spot next to him on the edge.
Y/N hoisted herself out of the water, settling in beside Nico, their shoulders brushing lightly. They sat in comfortable silence for a moment, taking in the laughter and chatter of their friends, the warm summer breeze caressing their skin.
"You know," Nico began, his voice soft and contemplative, "I've been coming to this beach house for years, but I don't think I've ever seen it quite as alive as it is tonight. And I have a feeling that has a lot to do with you."
Y/N felt a blush creep up her neck, a small smile tugging at her lips. "I don't know about that. I think it has more to do with the amazing people you've surrounded yourself with."
Nico turned to face her, his expression serious yet gentle. "Don't sell yourself short, Y/N. You have a way of bringing out the best in people. It's a rare and beautiful thing."
Just as Y/N was about to respond, a flicker of movement caught her eye. She gasped, her eyes widening in wonder as she watched tiny green lights dance across the lawn, their soft glow illuminating the night.
"Fireflies!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with childlike excitement. She hopped off the edge of the pool, her feet carrying her towards the patches of grass where the fireflies were gathering.
Nico watched her go, a smile playing on his lips. "Give me a second," he called out, before disappearing into the house.
Y/N barely registered his absence, too entranced by the magical display before her. She watched as the fireflies danced and swirled, their light pulsing in a mesmerizing rhythm.
Moments later, Nico reappeared by her side, two glass jars in his hands. He handed one to Y/N, a mischievous grin on his face. "Ready?”
Together, they set off across the lawn, their laughter mingling with the gentle hum of the fireflies. They moved in sync, their hands reaching out to gently capture the glowing insects, carefully placing them in their jars.
Y/N couldn't help but steal glances at Nico, admiring the way the soft glow of the fireflies danced across his features, casting him in an almost ethereal light. There was something about the moment, the two of them lost in the wonder of nature, that felt intimate and special.
When their jars were filled with a handful of gently pulsing fireflies, Nico and Y/N made their way back to the edge of the pool, settling in side by side. They held their jars up, admiring the way the tiny lights cast a warm glow over their faces.
"Thank you for this," Y/N said softly, her eyes meeting Nico's. "I don't think I've ever experienced something quite so magical."
Nico smiled, his gaze holding hers. "The magic was already there, Y/N. You just had a way of bringing it to life."
the rest of the group began to take notice of the magical display happening on the lawn. Curiosity piqued, they made their way over, their eyes widening in wonder as they took in the sight of the dancing lights.
"Whoa, are those fireflies?" Lila exclaimed, her voice filled with excitement. "I haven't seen them in years!"
The group gathered around Nico and Y/N, their faces lit up with childlike wonder. They watched as the fireflies danced and swirled, their tiny lights casting a magical glow over the entire backyard.
Suddenly, a firefly flew towards the group, its light pulsing brightly. Sarah let out a surprised screech as it flew past her face, causing everyone to erupt in laughter.
"Watch out, Sarah!" Jack teased, a grin spreading across his face. "I think that one has a crush on you!"
Sarah laughed, swatting playfully at Jack's arm. "Very funny. I just wasn't expecting it to get so close!"
…
Y/N woke up to the gentle rustling of leaves outside her window and the faint sound of laughter echoing from downstairs. She blinked slowly, a sleepy smile spreading across her face as the memories of the previous night's festivities slowly came into focus.
The girls had stayed up late into the night, their conversations flowing effortlessly from one topic to another, their laughter ringing out through the house like a joyful melody. It had been a night filled with warmth, camaraderie, and the forging of new friendships that felt as if they had always been meant to be.
As Y/N made her way downstairs, the rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee and the mouthwatering scent of breakfast guiding her steps, she couldn't help but feel a flutter of excitement in her chest.
She stepped into the kitchen, greeted by the sight of the guys gathered around the large, wooden table, their faces breaking into wide, affectionate smiles as they noticed her arrival.
"Well, well, well, look who finally decided to join us," Jack teased, his voice filled with playful warmth. He crossed the room in a few long strides, enveloping Y/N in a big bear hug that lifted her feet off the ground.
Y/N laughed, hugging him back just as tightly. "Good morning to you too, Jack. I see you're as charming as ever."
Jack grinned against her shoulder. "You know it, babe. I've got to keep these other guys on their toes somehow."
As Jack set her back down, Trevor approached, a soft smile on his face. He leaned in, placing a gentle kiss on the top of her head. "Morning, beautiful. We were starting to think you'd sleep the whole day away."
Y/N felt a blush creep up her cheeks, her heart fluttering at the tender gesture. "And miss out on all the fun? Not a chance."
Nico, who had been quietly observing the exchange, stepped forward, a steaming mug of coffee in his hand. He held it out to Y/N, his eyes sparkling with warmth. "I made sure to save you a cup. Just the way you like it."
Y/N accepted the mug gratefully, her fingers brushing against Nico's in a fleeting moment of contact that sent a shiver down her spine. "Thank you, Nico. You're a lifesaver."
As she took a sip of the perfectly prepared coffee, John caught her eye from across the table. He grinned, patting the empty seat next to him invitingly. "Come on, Y/N. I saved you a spot right here. Can't have you missing out on all the riveting breakfast conversation."
Y/N made her way over to the table, settling into the chair beside John. As she looked around at the smiling faces of her friends, each one radiating affection and warmth, she felt a sense of belonging wash over her.
The conversation flowed easily, everyone tossing around ideas for how to spend the beautiful summer day that stretched out before them. Laughter filled the air, punctuated by the clinking of utensils against plates and the occasional playful jab.
"I was thinking we could hit up that cute little farmers market we passed on the way in," Lila suggested, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "I heard they have the most amazing homemade jams and fresh produce."
Nico nodded, a thoughtful expression on his face. "That sounds great, but we should also make time for a hike. There's a trail not far from here that's supposed to have some incredible views of the coastline."
…
The group made their way to the local farmers market, the sun beating down on their shoulders and the scent of fresh produce filling the air.
The market was a bustling hub of activity, with vendors calling out to passersby and tables overflowing with colorful fruits, vegetables, and handcrafted goods. The girls immediately took off, their eyes sparkling with delight as they flitted from one stall to another.
The group split up, each person drawn to a different stall or display. Y/N was just about to follow them when she felt a gentle hand on her arm. She turned to find Nico standing beside her, a small smile on his face.
"Hey, I was wondering if you might want to check out the artisan cheese stall with me? I heard they have some incredible local varieties."
Y/N hesitated for a moment, glancing over at where the girls had disappeared into the crowd. But the hopeful look in Nico's eyes was impossible to resist. "Sure, that sounds great. Lead the way."
As they made their way through the market, stopping to sample various cheeses and chat with the friendly vendors, Y/N found herself lost in conversation with Nico.
They were just laughing over a particularly amusing anecdote when Y/N found herself drawn to a table filled with beautiful, handwoven baskets. She excused herself from nico for a moment, running her fingers over the intricate designs, admiring the craftsmanship, a deep voice from behind her caught her attention.
"Those are some pretty impressive baskets. You have a good eye."
Y/N turned, coming face to face with a tall, handsome stranger. He had dark hair, piercing blue eyes, and a smile that seemed to light up his whole face.
"Oh, thank you," Y/N replied, feeling a blush creep up her cheeks. "I've always admired handmade crafts like these. The amount of time and skill that goes into each piece is just incredible."
The stranger nodded, his eyes never leaving hers. "I couldn't agree more. There's something so special about owning something that's been crafted with love and care."
From across the market, Trevor, Nico, Jack, and John watched the exchange with growing unease. They had never seen Y/N so engaged with someone outside of their group, and the sight of her laughing and smiling with this handsome stranger sent a pang of jealousy through each of their hearts.
Luca reached out, placing a hand on Y/N's arm in a gesture that seemed a little too familiar, Trevor felt his jaw clench. He started to make his way over to the pair, determined to interrupt whatever was happening, but Nico placed a hand on his chest, stopping him.
"Easy, Trev," Nico murmured, his voice low and calm. "We don't want to make a scene. Y/N's a big girl, she can handle herself."
But even as he said the words, Nico couldn't ignore the twisting feeling in his gut. He didn't like seeing Y/N so close with someone else, someone who wasn't a part of their tight-knit group.
As Y/N and Luca continued to chat, oblivious to the tension brewing among her friends, Jack and John exchanged a look of concern. They knew that Y/N had every right to talk to whomever she pleased, but they couldn't shake the feeling that something about this situation wasn't quite right.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Y/N said her goodbyes to Luca and made her way back over to the group. She was smiling, her cheeks flushed with excitement.
"Guys, you'll never believe it! Luca invited us to a bonfire tonight on the beach. He said there'll be music, drinks, and a whole bunch of his friends. It sounds like so much fun!"
But as Y/N looked around at the faces of her friends, she was surprised to see expressions of hesitation and concern instead of the excitement she had expected.
"I don't know, Y/N," Trevor said, his voice tight with an emotion she couldn't quite place. "We don't really know this guy. Maybe it's not the best idea to go off with a bunch of strangers."
Y/N's smile faltered, confusion and a hint of hurt flickering across her face. As an uncomfortable silence settled over the group, each person lost in their own thoughts and emotions, Y/N couldn't shake the feeling that something had shifted.
…
She pulled Trevor aside, fixing him with her best puppy dog eyes as the group made their way back to the house. "Trevor, please," she implored, her voice soft and earnest. "I know this bonfire thing might seem a little out of the blue, but I really think it could be a lot of fun. Can't we just give it a chance?"
Trevor looked down at her, his resolve wavering in the face of her hopeful expression. Y/N clasped her hands together and he couldn't help but feel a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. He could never resist Y/N when she looked at him like that, with those big, pleading eyes that seemed to see straight into his soul.
"Alright, alright," he relented, shaking his head with a rueful chuckle. "I suppose one night of spontaneous fun won't kill us. I'll talk to the guys, see if I can get them on board. But we stick together, okay? No wandering off alone."
Y/N beamed, throwing her arms around Trevor in a tight hug. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!" she squealed, bouncing on the balls of her feet with excitement.
From across the room, the girls watched the exchange with knowing smiles, giggling behind their hands as they watched Trevor's resistance crumble under the force of Y/N's enthusiasm. They rushed over to Y/N, their eyes sparkling with excitement.
"Looks like we're going to a bonfire, ladies!" Lila announced, her voice ringing out with excitement. "Let's go get ready and show these boys how it's done!"
"We need to pick out the perfect outfits, something that says 'beachy chic' but also 'ready to party.'" Sarah gushed, bouncing on the balls of her feet.
Lila nodded, a mischievous grin spreading across her face. "And we definitely need to do something about your hair, Y/N. I'm thinking loose waves, maybe a little braid action.”
With a chorus of cheers and laughter, the girls rushed upstairs, their voices echoing through the house as they began to plan their outfits and debate hairstyles.
Y/N lingered downstairs for a moment, her heart full to bursting with affection for her friends. she turned to make her way upstairs, she caught sight of Marino leaning against the doorframe, a soft smile on his face. On an impulse, she skipped over to him, grabbing his hands and pulling him into an impromptu dance.
Marino laughed, his eyes sparkling with surprise and delight as he twirled Y/N around the room, their laughter mingling together like a joyful melody. The other guys watched, smiles spreading across their faces as they were swept up in the infectious energy of the moment.
"Looks like we're in for a wild night, boys," Jack said, shaking his head with a grin. "Better grab your dancing shoes."
Before long, the girls reappeared, looking stunning in their carefully chosen outfits. They joined in the dancing, the living room transforming into a makeshift dance floor as the group moved together, their bodies swaying to the rhythm of the music that poured from the speakers.
"Damn, ladies," Nico said, his eyes widening as he took in the sight of them. "You sure do clean up nice."
Trevor and Lila moved together, their bodies perfectly in sync as they swayed to the beat. Jack and Sarah shimmied and shook, their laughter mixing with the music in a joyful cacophony. Even Nico and John, who were usually more reserved, couldn't resist the infectious energy. They bopped and grooved, their smiles wide and carefree.
The trip to the beach was pleasing, the sun beginning to sink into the horizon and painting the sky in shades of orange and pink, the group couldn't stop smiling.
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ROs reactions to a drunken MC tearfully confessing that they have feelings for them?
Awe, poor MC is feeling it.
These turned out a tiny bit angsty too, maybe I'm feeling it, lol.
Oswin: He lets the MC slur through it all, lean all over him, spill their drink a little before he gently takes it away and puts a tankard of water in their hands instead. He gives them a soft cloth to wipe their eyes while he rubs their back for a while before leading them up to bed and getting them tucked in. If only it were true.
Zahn: Oh, this is fun. They hold MC and pet their hair while they absorb all the words. Zahn knew something has been brewing between them. They’ve been hopeful, and feel that these are probably MC’s real feelings that they just can’t get out on their own power right now. Zahn will be here though when MC is able to tell them these things sober.
Duri: Eating it up. Asking questions like, “Do you think I’m pretty?” “How pretty?” “When did you first know you liked me?” “Do you dream about me?” They are going to pull all that juicy stuff from MC’s lips while they have the chance. But it’s all just in good fun. Right? …Right? MC couldn’t really feel all that, they’re just having a good time like Duri is. It’s just fun.
Rune: They are hiding a chuckle. They have heard drunken confessions a hundred times before. It was always annoying. But this isn’t annoying. Well, not in the same sense at least. Rune’s robe is stained with tears and booze, and that should make them mad, but instead they feel a pang of something odd. They really should send MC to bed, but they’d like to listen just a bit longer.
???: He smiles as he watches MC tearfully unburden themselves - slurring their words, sniffling, blinking one eye at a time. They are too cute. He’ll remember this always, but tomorrow he’ll pretend he doesn’t.
Thank you for the ask, Anon! ^_^
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a likodot themed analysis of HZ049
hello it's been a while since my last truly longform post like this but guess who watched HZ049 today and is going absolutely fucking feral bonkers about it. it's me. and i have things to say about it of the likodot variety because if i don't get these thoughts out of my head i'll explode.
forgive me for my shipping bias because i'm not sorry. however i am slightly sorry for how messy this post ended up being my god i had a lot of thoughts but i did my best to make this at least somewhat entertaining to read and comprehensive. but it really is a long winding mess LOL. FULL OF PASSION AND ADORATION I LOVE THIS SHOW AND I LOVE LIKO AND DOT MORE THAN ANYTHING IN THIS WORLD
obviously there are heavy spoilers below the cut i'm going to be violently pulling apart all the scenes where these two interact and gnawing at all of it
so. first off. this episode displays massive growth in liko and dot's relationship by method of showing how much liko's behavior around gurumin has changed since these two met and since dot initially confessed to being gurumin. as we all know liko was a massive superfan of gurumin, and then when dot confessed to being gurumin... well liko's reaction was. Uh
well she was having a little bit of a crisis about it LOL. historically liko has gotten very flustered and panicked when reminded that dot is gurumin. and she has been really prone to fangirling still (ie. getting really excited about helping gurumin in HZ019 with the bakery stuff or helping gurumin with the pig town stuff in HZ036), despite knowing the person in the suit. she goes as far as to try to ignore that dot is in the suit entirely and keep them separate in her brain (shown for instance by her freaking out over seeing dot halfway in the gurumin suit in HZ039) because if she were to mentally cross those wires, she wouldn't be able to handle it.
but now in this episode, things have obviously changed a lot over time. the episode opens with a small scene that explains what dot is doing about gurumin while they are traveling on the terastal course (filming them beforehand and scheduling ahead of time lol) but liko and dot have a conversation about (a really CUTE conversation) about gurumin in the process.
do not get it twisted, liko is still very much a fan of gurumin, but this conversation is a lot more comfortable and grounded. she gets a notification about a new gurumin video and she's excited (and surprised because of the timing), but she is not panicking about it. and her first reaction to this information is to directly ask dot (with the softest expression fucking ever??) about it. this directly connects dot and gurumin together in a strong way. liko is no longer running from the fact that dot is the youtuber she looks up to, and in fact she's being pretty upfront about it.
not related to my main point, but i also just want to gush a little here about this scene more - dot reacts similarly to liko showing so much affection for her work in a similar way to how she reacted in HZ008 to liko complimenting her through the door - getting flustered about liko's genuine energy, but this time they know each other and are looking at each other face to face. liko's affectionate energy is enough to make her relent that maybe someday... she could film outside... which shows the sort of effect liko has on her. and also this becomes relevant later in the episode where dot literally does film gurumin videos outside - it's just good writing/foreshadowing lol
anyway, this continues later on when liko is the first to get worried about dot doing the battle livestream with nanjamo as gurumin instead of herself. i think if this situation had happened much earlier on, liko would have been thinking a lot more about the excitement of the idea of seeing gurumin battle in real life, but she doesn't even initially have that thought and have to backtrack, she's immediately worried about dot instead.
ironically, liko recognizing that gurumin isn't dot, as in gurumin is a mask that dot puts on instead of being representational of her true self, drives home liko's recognition of dot as gurumin even more. she understands the connection between dot and gurumin and what gurumin is to dot enough to have this concern in the first place - one roy initially doesn't understand, that is specific to liko. there is zero compartmentalization of dot being a youtuber here! liko is concerned about her friend who is an influencer, where she puts on a mask to be confident and outgoing. dot and gurumin are fully connected.
it's also worth acknowledging that liko holds the gurumin suit and is concerned about it being damaged but nothing more - unlike in HZ021 when she goes to dot's room to give her the suit after it's been washed and cleaned, and she's a little nervous and flustered about it still.
i've always talked about how there's a bit of a difference between shipping liko and dot, and liko and gurumin - not that those two sectors have zero overlap, but that to liko, gurumin and dot were usually kept so separate mentally that fans online could often be sorted into camps of being interested in the running silliness of liko's fascination and flustered behavior with the whole gurumin thing, and liko and dot's connection with each other as normal (girl)friends... liko has progressively adjusted more to dot being gurumin and has had moments where she is able to set aside her fangirl heart to be there for dot (like when she mentions dot being gurumin in her little supportive speech in HZ027), but this episode shows that in a much more drastic and meaningful way, and now those two sectors are FULLY overlapping canonically. i think it is overall a sweet and good thing for them that liko is able to see dot as a whole and directly appreciate her creative skills/work. it is obviously meaningful to dot!
TLDR;
HZ039:
HZ049:
you get the point.
NOW. onto the SECOND thing i want to talk about. the thing i've dubbed LIKODOT TELEPATHY. aka holy shit these girls understand each other without words. liko and dot understand each other on an intrinsic level and often notice when the other is worried, or pushing themselves too hard, or etc. that is EXTREMELY evident in this episode through liko's concern towards dot.
going back to the first scene before the opening theme, liko detects immediately when dot comments on roy's upbeat attitude that dot might be feeling nervous about her upcoming battle, and immediately offers reassurance.
(unfortunately i have to put aside my ramble about liko's continued lack of self esteem and her putting herself down here for another time because otherwise this post will get so off-topic and longer than it has any right to be, but you get the point. also holy shit dot saying "you don't have to fuss so much" but smiling and saying that line like she's happy to have liko fretting about her makes me CRAZY. I LOVE THEM SO MUCH. BUT. coughs. ANYWAY)
then, like i mentioned earlier, liko is the first to be worried about dot in this episode. she's the first to notice dot's anxious/shutting down behavior:
the first to recognize that dot might actually walk away unhappy if she were to do her terastal exam as gurumin instead of herself:
and the first to recognize that her filming videos outside is not as genuinely upbeat and happy as it may seem:
(two quick side notes about this, i really like how the writing puts emphasis on liko's concern by contrasting roy's total lack of it multiple times - NOT that he doesn't care of course, but just that liko understands dot particularly well and is in touch with dot's feelings in a special way that roy isn't. additionally, it makes me feel crazy that dot probably got the idea to film outside from liko's affectionate encouragement in the first scene in the episode... like, she's basically trying to use liko's advice to hype herself up and get through this... of course she would!! trusting liko's words has always ended up positively for her!! liko is such a massive support for her!! and liko acknowledges herself that yeah she said that but that isn't what she meant. GOD. i'm so insane about these girls)
this is notable not only because it's very sweet that liko is so concerned about dot, but also because dot doesn't really understand this herself. she is trying so hard to put on the gurumin facade, to run away from her anxiety as far as possible, to avoid the bad. and yet despite her attempts to cover her true feelings up as much as possible, even from herself, liko sees straight through it. dot cannot mask around liko, she understands regardless, sees the parts of her she doesn't want to acknowledge.
the contrast between dot's understanding of herself and liko's understanding of her is immense. directly after dot boldly proclaims that she feels so much stronger as gurumin and happily mentions that she has nanjamo's permission to do their battle as gurumin is when liko finally confronts her. the difference in mood is startling, almost, and easily shows that contrast. i need to break down this confrontation in detail cause it makes me insane
first, liko is still too nervous to say what she wants to say, but as per usual with LIKODOT TELEPATHY (tm) dot immediately notices liko going into her polite i-don't-want-to-inconvenience-you voice and pushes for what the matter is. she can tell immediately that liko has a problem even though liko hasn't said anything yet.
liko doesn't want to rock the boat and is overly gentle with her words (once again i have to push aside my ramble about liko's confidence problems AGH) but finally speaks her piece about the situation.
i want to mention here as well, these two situations are very different, but the similarities of dot noticing liko pushing herself back in HZ027 and then liko recognizing dot pushing herself in kind... SIIIGH
dot's reaction is to stammer with MUCH less confidence than before that she wasn't forcing anything. she's taken offguard by liko's concerns, but it's evident she recognizes what liko is saying within herself and is grappling with trying to maintain her mental wall after liko has cracked it in half with her words. liko was right and saw right through her, and dot isn't sure how to handle it. she avoids eye contact and everything.
this is where i bridge my conversation about likodot telepathy into talking about dot's characterization and growth as a character, so bear with me - quaxly attempts to drive the point liko is making home by separating dot from the gurumin suit, but afterwards is... The Scene. liko tries to bring the conversation back to what they were saying before, but at this point dot is overwhelmed by quaxly's actions and feels socially/emotionally cornered and... she explodes and screams at liko.
i think it's an interesting part of her personality that she is prone to irritable/angry outbursts and yelling when she has her buttons pushed too far and i'm glad that remains consistent for her, especially because...
the last time dot yelled directly at liko like this was in HZ008. the situation is actually quite similar with dot being pushed too far into a situation she doesn't know how to handle by liko reaching out to her more than she is ready for, causing her to lash out. but some MAJOR things have changed since then - obviously, the first time was through the door before they really knew each other, before liko had even seen her face, but this time it's up close and personal and they know each other. but secondly, at the beginning of the show, dot is irritated and overwhelmed by pretty much any attempt at conversation. she has come such a long way that now she's brought to screaming by something much, much more massive, with the whole being streamed live while battling in real life thing, showing how much she has overcome since then... and not only that!! thirdly! the first time, liko was encouraging gurumin, sharing how much of a fan of gurumin she was, and now this second time, it's in reaction to liko essentially telling her "i don't think you actually want to be gurumin in this situation". point is, the amount of growth dot has had is ironically so easy to see in her screaming at liko here because of the sheer level of contrast between the two times it's happened.
by this happening again, it also gives dot the chance to recognize her own shitty behavior and apologize for yelling later even though liko (nor roy) were asking for an apology - in fact they seemed to be surprised that dot wanted to apologize in the first place, like they had forgotten all about it. i think both liko and roy are used to shrugging off some of dot's more irritable behaviors, but this time dot noticed herself that she messed up and takes that moment to say sorry, which is sweet of her and once again a moment of character growth.
considering that dot also follows this up with the statement that she will take her terastal exam as herself, the apology is also connected to it - like she recognized that what liko was saying, the thing that made her yell, ended up being true. it was liko's genuine attempt to help her. and now that she's come to that conclusion on her own, she can see that yelling was even more misguided.
and that's my final conversation topic about this episode - the fact that dot came to that conclusion on her own. yes, liko cracked the wall she was putting up and gave her that starting push, but dot went above and beyond to take that crack and then smash that wall into pieces without liko's help. which despite what it sounds like i think is extremely important for these two's dynamic moving forward.
i'm going to spare you the analysis of dot's fear of cameras, why she hides behind gurumin, as well as a breakdown of the whole part of the episode with varoom bc i'm trying to talk mostly about likodot here, but assuming you've watched the episode you know what i'm talking about. here, i'm focused on the part where liko exclaims that they have to help dot, and dot denies her help and says she wants to handle it on her own, and then from this experience she is able to conclude she wants to do her terastal exam as herself.
this is massive. for so long, liko has practically dragged dot along and held her hand through tackling new experiences... sometimes literally lol, thinking about the scene in HZ027 where liko drags dot to chase after terapagos by the arm. but anyway, on top of that, this is also different from her standing up to her mom in HZ041, which was ALSO massive, but a large part of that episode consisted of liko's interventions, and she was pushed into that situation where she really had no choice in the matter. she had to if she wanted to stay on the brave asagi which was non negotiable. but here? there was nothing stopping dot from just taking the help and running from the cameras. in fact it probably would have been much easier to do that. but she wants to prove herself, and not because she has to to get the thing she wants, but just because... she wants to. she wants to succeed on her own.
and i think that's really important in the context of not just dot herself, but likodot, because while it is very sweet of liko to constantly be pushing dot and leading her to further self understanding and more confidence, and i will always be emotional about liko essentially caring for her to the point of dot braving ending her time as a NEET, the end goal for that should always be that dot is given confidence in herself to exist as a person independently of liko's pushing, for her own sake.
i think it's also incredibly meaningful that liko saw this happen - she experienced running out to help dot like usual, and then actually having her advances denied, but not for bad reasons this time... she gets to see dot be a better version of herself and come to that conclusion liko tried to push earlier, on her own accord, in her own way.
i say all this because i want liko to be able to love dot not as a person to fix but also just... a person. i want what liko has done for her to cause dot to be a better person outside of what liko does, for herself. and i want liko to be able to love the wonderful and more confident person dot becomes as a result. do you understand. am i making sense. GAH. i am so worked up about this. i'm holding them both in my hands and shaking them violentlySJDFJFSD
god. thank you for reading if you've actually come this far. i am going to end off this messy and deranged casual "essay" with a couple of notes i wasn't sure how to fit anywhere else.
one, i think it's very nice that when roy thinks dot's in trouble, liko is sure enough in dot's intelligence and battling skills to say with great confidence that dot MUST have a plan
and TWO, AHHHH I'M SO EXCITED FOR THE NEXT EPISODE AHHHH AHHHHHH WE ARE GOING TO GET EVEN MORE DOT CHARACTERIZATION AND GROWTH AND SHE'S GOING TO FACE HER MENTOR FIGURE HOW AM I GOING TO HANDLE IT AFTER ALREADY WRITING THIS MUCH ABOUT THE FIRST EPISODE IN THIS TWO-PARTER AND ALSO WHAT WAS THIS GAY SHIT IN THE EPISODE PREVIEW AHHHH AHHH
thank you for coming to my ted talk. goodnight tri state area
#likodot#dotliko#guruminshipping#pokemon horizons#trainer dot#trainer liko#anipoke#pokemon horizons spoilers#anipoke spoilers#long post#kiki was here#kiki.txt#horizons#i'm so fucking insanea bout them. hi
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Pairing: Charles LeClerc x Hamilton!OC
Genre: Slice of Life; Fluff
Word Count: 502
Warning: N/A
Rating: PG-13
Author's Note: Dates and times don't matter.
The days before media day are usually ones where drivers aren’t expected to be at the track for long, but this is a track that has been off the calendar for so long that none of the twenty drivers feel comfortable enough to leave exploring it for later in the week. Especially Charles, who has walked the thing twice and is halfway through a scooter “walkthrough.” His mind is focused solely on mapping things out and imagining himself in his car taking the route. It’s a struggle, but it’s helping calm his nerves.
A hand slamming down onto his shoulder throws off his concentration and startles him. Other drivers have gone by him, but he’d been alone for several minutes.
As he calms his racing heart he meets Lewis’ gaze. He wishes he hadn’t though. Charles has rarely seen the older man look angry, he hides it well even when he’s voicing displeasure, but right in this moment Charles feels fear enter his body. Something tells him he’s in danger, though he can’t fathom why. He opens his mouth to ask questions, but Lewis raises his phone so that it’s eye level with Charles. That makes him a little more confused, but then he squints at the screen and his heart rate picks up again.
“No, no, no, no. It’s not what…”
“I know it isn’t. At least it better not be?”
Charles shakes his head. “It is not.”
“Then how are you going to fix it? I don’t appreciate my sister seeing shit like this. And I don’t like the comments it’s bringing to her social media.”
“I… I didn’t know that that was up. I would have… This would be down and I would have dealt with it if I knew.”
Lewis softens, but not much. “Well, you know now, fix it.”
With that he leaves. Lewis’ scootering away doesn’t deescalate the heightened emotions Charles feels and George appearing and following Lewis doesn’t either. Even if the Brit turns back to give Charles a tense, but reassuring smile.
Another thing he would know about him, but at least this time Charles would know how George got the information.
But he couldn’t even find it in himself to think about that for too long, pulling out his phone and hopping online to see all the posts he’d been tagged in. They’re tamer than the ones he wasn’t tagged in and his hand unconsciously moved to his hair to tug at it.
Of course, the one time he would have preferred to not be seen with an ex he is, while all the other times it wouldn’t have mattered, he'd flown under the radar. He’s sure that the rumors about him and Iman are partly to blame for the increase in eyes on him, but he can’t bring himself to blame the girl who’d seen them that first time or the people at the club.
“Fuck!” he shouts.
After taking a breath, he pockets his phone and races back to the garage.
charlesleclerc Maybe be sure about who I give my affection to before posting.
immyham charles
↳charlesleclerc mon ange, I told you I couldn't help myself
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user not him just full on hard launching
↳user It's not like we didn't know
user Oop not the grid in the comments also calling y'all out? Even Oscar. Apologies with tears from all of you immediately.
user They're so cute
hateruser Oh...
user And y'all better not bring up his ex either.
user he told y'all to shut the fuck up LOL
immyham well my soft launch is ruined, but i'm still going to post this because it's cute. maybe when someone learns to not go rouge he'll get his own dump
lewishamilton Why you make it look like I was flipping you off?
↳immyham uh because you were????
charlesleclerc I won't say sorry, mon ange.
↳immyham 🙄
user he calls her mon ange 😍
user They're so cute
user and y'all swore charles would never
user HA I WAS RIGHT
user logan and her looking like menaces to society
user not her failed soft launch including all three of her favorite men. immy is so cute
hateruser Ew, he should have gotten back with his ex.
#charles leclerc x black reader#charles leclerc x reader#f1 x reader#f1 x black!reader#formula one x black reader#formula one x reader#formula 1 x black!reader#formula 1 x reader#charles leclerc fanfic#f1 fanfic#f1 fanfiction#f1 imagine#formula one x oc#formula 1 x oc#charles leclerc x oc
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Hi guys, I am writing this in case anyone wonders why I have been kind of MIA lately. No, I haven't forgotten you, but I have had a difficult week, more than a difficult week, I have been through a real ordeal. Where or how it started it's a long story which I don't have the time or the energy to tell, so I'll just share a brief chronology of what happened during this past week.
Friday May 3 - I turned in my finished work and set out to do my sims posts, play and rest for the weekend since more work would be coming my way on Monday.
Saturday May 4 - My husband came down with the flu, I spent most of the day with him in the emergency room.
Sunday May 5 - I spent it taking care of my husband, who fortunately no longer had a fever. I barely slept two hours at night giving care and medication.
Monday 6 May - My birthday, we couldn't go out for dinner as usual, so we celebrated at home.
Tuesday, May 7 - My son comes down with the flu, too, another afternoon in the ER and sleepless night caring for him and bringing down his fever.
Wednesday, May 8 - My son starts to feel better, and begins to recover very quickly. I start working on the following translations, at the same time I take care of both my husband and my sick son, do food, laundry, order home medicines, and all kinds of small chores, including disinfecting things. It's like going back to 2020.
Thursday, May 9 - My husband no longer has a fever but does have a cough that won't go away and minor problems with his asthma.
Friday, May 10 - Mother's Day, my son was feeling fine, my husband still had a cough, and had a doctor's appointment at noon, when he returned, we celebrated at home just like on my birthday, I spent the rest of the day working, and juggling a thousand other things. In the evening my daughter started to feel sick, but still no fever.
Saturday, May 11 (yesterday) - My daughter woke up with a fever, another visit to the ER. She was prescribed flu medicine, painkillers and rest, and sent home.
And that's my odyssey so far. On top of it all, from Wednesday through Saturday we were in the middle of a heat wave with temperatures of 37ºC with real feel of up to 45ºC; at night we get a "cooler" temperature of 29ºC. So imagine a person with a fever of 38 ºC and with this heat, obviously it's not of much help.
Surprisingly, I haven't gotten sick so far, but I'm not claiming victory. I have been taking care of my family for a week, sleeping two or three hours a night, getting up at different times to check on them, or give them medicine. I don't have time for getting sick! Lol. Thankfully, everyone is better and last night for the first time in a week I was able to sleep straight through. Honestly, I don't need many hours of sleep, but I am routinely and usually I am in bed a 11 pm and up at 8 am every day, so all this did upset my sleep cycle a little bit.
Anyway, that is the reason why I wasn't here much, since the whole day I was too busy, and at night I was so tired all I wanted was to go to bed. I apologize if I've fallen behind on your updates, I'm not ignoring you in any way, I just didn't have the strength or the time, not even to play The Sims. If I did, it was just a little free play to distract myself.
Last week I told you that I was juggling a lot of things, well now I have even more things, lol, at times I feel really exhausted, and even a little cranky from lack of sleep, the first few days my feet and legs hurt so much from going back and forth, but I'm fine, healthy, and in good spirits. Today I believe, as never before, that the universe does not send you more than you can handle.
At this point my family is already in recovery, if I don't get sick too, it's likely by I'll be able to get back to my simming routine. Now, if I do get sick, I hope to recover as quickly as the others. Whatever happens, I'll be around. Know that, even if I don't comment, I read you, and I am with you, especially with those who are going through difficult times of any kind.
Ok, I said to myself this was going to be a short post, but I made a wall of text instead (for a change). My apologies if it's written in a sloppy or confusing way, I just wanted to write it quickly to let you know where I have been and what has been going on with me these days. I hope you are all well, please take care of yourselves, health is a treasure that can be lost at any moment, the flu is a nasty disease, we must never let our guard down and forget to take the necessary measures to prevent it.
Last, but not least, I want to thank all of you who have mentioned me, tagged me, sent me asks and/or stars to my inbox, commented and/or liked what few posts I could do these days, I appreciate it very much and I'll try to reply to you as soon as I can, though I've fallen so far behind that I don't know if I'll be able to find your mentions in my notifications. In any case, thank you very, very much to all of you for thinking about me in my absence. 💗 I'll see you soon, hopefully, with more sim adventures, stay tuned!
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Which Ewanverse character is the biggest red flag? And why is it Ettore🤣
You're so right fkdsjghksd!! Let me go through all the Ewan boys, from the greenest flag to the reddest flag (coughEttorecough):
Billy Taylor - He literally wouldn't hurt a fly. He's close with his family, he's a hard worker, and he stands up for people when they've been hurt. You would DEFINITELY want to take this young man home to meet your parents.
Osferth - Strong moral compass, general pookie bear behavior, caretaker of everyone around him. He's right up there with Billy T.
Michael - The most harm this guy would do is probably bore you to tears talking about math. He can be a bit of an asshole sometimes, too, but he would bring you crunchies when you're feeling down.
Tom - Certified criminal and all around wild child. Your parents would hate him. But, he cares deeply for the people he loves so you could depend on him. You may need to polish his edges a little bit, but he'd get there.
Billy W. - Mostly harmless... aside from getting sucked into alt right bullshit and probably being racist, yeesh. He's kind of a hot mess and probably wouldn't be very dependable.
Abraham - Literally murdered a guy and then held his fiancee's new beau at gunpoint. I mean, if you're into a really dedicated guy, then he's your man, but he definitely has some anger and jealousy issues.
Will - Robber by profession and it's insinuated that he slept with his friend's girlfriend. He would gift you either stolen jewelry or gifts bought with money he got pawning stolen goods. Plus, he makes a truly diabolical cup of tea.
Genyen - DO NOT TRUST THIS MAN. He hasn't killed anyone, so he's not higher up on the list, but you would never ever ever want to leave this man around anything valuable you own. Do not invite him into your home, oh my god!
Aemond - Controversial opinion(?), but Aemond is a serious red flag to me! He has years of pent of anger and resentment that are just waiting to boil over. I think he would treat you well, but we're about to see this man go absolutely hog wild in season two, soooo. I mean, he's a kinslayer, the most reviled thing you can be in Westeros.
Ettore - We all know why he's here, lol.
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ANTI THIS, ANTI THAT
I think it's funny how antis love to talk about how much eluciens dislike Elain and gwynriels dislike Azriel. And then go on about how they are so pro both of them. Even though ya'll want Elain to suffer an unaccepted mating bond she'll feel for the rest of her life and rot in the Night Court when it's been mentioned several times (by both her sisters) that she would love the Spring Court. You don't want Elain and Azriel to be with their mates even though that's the ultimate happily-ever after in Sarah's books.
Let me break it down for ya'll:🕺
Some elucien's doesn't like Azriel (not Elain)
They don't like the way he thinks of her and overall believes them to be a very bad match. Some have described his actions towards Mor and Elain as "incel behaviour" for the way he thinks and speaks for them, but none of them have said the same thing applies to the way he thinks and speaks to Gwyn and others. People saying: "I just want bby Lulu to be happy" can apply to him being happy single, with his mate, with Vassa, with anyone. That's a Lucien stan, not necessary an elucien. Ya'll don't want your faves to be happy?
Some gwynriel's doesn't like Elain (not Azriel)
Mostly because she has been very passive through-out the series and don't think she's a good match for Azriel. I've seen some calling her boring, but many are open to having their minds changed. Some doesn't care about Elain, which is fine, you don't have to. We have yet to see her fully shine and she's one of the few characters that we haven't gotten a pov from.
A LOT of e/riel's doesn't like Lucien nor Gwyn
Just because they don't like him and they think Azriel is hotter. I have yet to see a (good) reason why Elain and Lucien aren't a good match. People have called Lucien and Gwyn ugly (the gollum pic for instance - even though Lucien's described as handsome and Gwyn as beautiful - another day of antis ignoring canon), making fun of them for being gingers, making fun of Gwyn for working in the library and her, as well as Luciens, SA. Mocking Lucien for having to be carried because he can't fly. Calling Gwyn forgettable even though you talk about her every single day. Speaking for Gwyn (something antis preach about how we speak for Elain and how wrong it is. Even though they speak for her when they say she still wants Azriel yet she returned the necklace - a downright rejection) about how she should not want to have sex and especially not with the freak in the sheets Azriel. How convenient.. yet, canon begs to differ.
The great thing about shipping gwynriel and elucien is that you aren't anti anyone. You can call characters out for their behaviour, but you still want them to be happy and you still like them!
P.s! If it's racist to call out Azriel's entitlement over Elain then it's racist and ableist to speak badly of Lucien too. Also, I see you! You make fun of his disability all the time and it's not cute. Hope ya'll don't do that in real life. :D
P.s.s: You can't preach about feminism while making fun of other (fictional) women simply because they threaten your ship. This also applies to indirectly calling Nesta ugly by talking about how they had to dull Elain's beauty (by putting her in a black dress lol) when that's something you came up with. Nothing in the book supports your claim. Do you even listen to Elain? When she spoke about how Nesta, at the age of fourteen, was able to seduce a duke. And that was without Elain wearing black.
#elucien#gwynriel#pro elain archeron#pro lucien vanserra#pro elain#pro gwyneth berdara#pro azriel#anti e/riel#acotar
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in light of how egregious anti-trans fascism keeps getting in the UK I (from a US "safe state" (a term which... lol)) want to say that the work you're doing with queer youth has got to be super impactful in ways that go way beyond just the people you directly serve. & it makes me feel more empowered to protect my community knowing that it's a global project as well as a personal one. sending so much love & courage
The work that I and my colleagues do, and the work of all the other queer organisations and movements who are doing all kinds of amazing things around the country and the world has really been what’s kept me going through all the terrible things which keep happening to trans people here and abroad.
It’s not always easy, especially when we have to explain quite how bad the situation is to someone who assumes that they/ their child will have easy access to rights at school or any kind of medical intervention before being 18. But the support and community we can and do offer is lifesaving for so many people, and brings so much joy and hope which is so important and needed right now.
Thank you so much for this message, it’s so nice to hear the impact of our work and get a reminder of how much of a community exists globally.
Love and courage 💜
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I have an Ivysaur with a different flower and leages on her back than the standard breed— she has a lilypad and a lotus flower on her back! I had a theory that she could have some lotad within her genes, but she could also just have a variation that makes her flower different! Have you had any experience with any offspring with a venusaur mother and a ludicolo father?
Have had some experience with that, yeah. But they never gained a lotus flower or a water typing! At least, from my knowledge, crossbreeds never change type, and from what I know right now, there isn't any water type bulbasaur variant (at lwsst a living one). BUT, Bulbasaur have a lot of variants, including a Lotus flower variant. And while the rules could be different for your universe (the multiverse is a real thing), perhaps its just a rare mutation caused by both the Lotus Breed and Ludicolo living near the Water? Either way, your Ivysaur is very interesting!
Pokemon Crossbreeds: Lotus Pad
Lotus Pad is the name for a mix of Ivy Pad (Bulbasaur with Ludicolo father), and the Lotus Breed (bulbasaur variant). The breed have gained the traits of the Ludicolo line and a Lotus flower.
Bulbasaur
Lotus Pad Bulbasaur gain the traits of Lotad and the Lotus flower breed. Their skin becomes a more bluish color, and they gain the markings if lotads lilypad on their skin, as well as the Lily pad itself. Atop this Lily pad is a closed Lotus flower.
Not much changes behavior wise, as both standard Bulbasaur and Lotus Pad Bulbasaur live near the water. But they swim a lot more and can hold their breath for longer.
Ivysaur
Lotus Pad Ivysaur gain some traits of Lombre, such as their plant pattern and lighter blue skin. Their Lotus flower is almost bloomed as well. Lombre's strength (they carry a giant leaf on their head) is added to Ivysaur, making them faster and able to carry a lot more. They also love the water.
Venasaur
Lotus Pad Venasaur now have a fully bloomed flower! Their markings match that of Ludicolo's. Throughout history, these breed has been loved for their unique markings and beautiful flower. Despite their serious face, they are actually very hyper pokemon and are very cheerful.
//My designs can be used by anyone if you credit me! Also, I might just stick to simple crossbreed requests unless I decide to make them, bcuz my brain had to go through so many mental gymnastics of how types and genes would work and I don't want overly complicated requests, lol. Still very proud of this one though! Also, sorry if it's not what you were expecting!
#quill awnsers#bulbasaur#ivysaur#venasaur#crossbreed pokemon#pokemon crossbreeds#venasaur crossbreeds#rotomblr#pokemon irl#pokeblogging#pokeblog#irl pokemon#pokemon#pokeblr#rotumblr#pkmn irl#pokemon roleplay#irl pkmn#pokemon variations
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I really need to revamp my aliens au because I stole so many concepts from that AU and shoved them into CS as I had written the initial Aliens post a bit before CS was created. Now I want to make it fresh but still creature-feature with the boys—just Alien Edition™
Just to list off a few things I originally envisioned for this AU:
Sun and Moon can hear heartbeats. Specifically hear, unlike the cryptid boys who have a whole sense for it, but nonetheless, the whole heart awareness started here. I'm thinking of maybe changing this to Alien!Sun/Moon picking up on Y/N's breathing or scrapping it entirely.
Y/N is enthusiastic and wants to study the boys. I think Scientist Y/N can bypass the whole fear thing pretty easily and go straight to nerding out, whereas CS!Y/N is very much in denial about their excitement, and rationalizes it as 'for the hunt'. I think I can make it interesting via scientist Y/N for the Aliens AU even if it's still a concept of 'wants to learn about an intriguing subject that now involves the boys'. Just different flavors.
Sun/Moon eating very unpleasant things. Of course, cryptid boys eat hearts, but the alien boys are just hungry for any kind of meat, and hey, with a desolate and dark ship filled with recently slaughtered humans, it's kind of an all-you-can-eat buffet.
That's the summary of concept similarities, but I do want to focus on the difference, such as, of course:
there being two alien creatures.
how different everything will function in a setting within space/spaceship.
a language barrier between scientist Y/N, and Sun and Moon.
a focus on Y/N's physical trauma with their blown-off arm. They're going to want to make the journey through the desolate spaceship to retrieve said arm that has been preserved and then need to get to the medical bay (think protective cylinder) to hopefully have the ship's installed medical AI and tools perform surgery to reattach it, which is a big risk when there's something else roaming the gray halls that even intimidating and powerful aliens Sun and Moon would rather Y/N doesn't encounter.
Sun and Moon also have their own designs and special abilities relating to their celestial themes as well as indulging in freaky monster details, like Moon's 'nightcap'. It is extremely long and acts as a sensitive feeler for things in the air and is somewhat prehensile. Sun's sun rays have more purpose than just being pointy and armor-plate-like, as well as having those same plates on his spine, and he almost seems to be on the brink of being too hot, sometimes radiating heatwaves like an oven.
their alien design is a mix of translucent, starry, and colored flesh, almost like jelly but smooth and slightly cool and moist to the touch, coating the bones of Fazco brand endoskeletons.
their legs are digitigrade.
their mouths are wide and look like they're smiling all the time, but their mouths can get bigger and open even wider, especially when they're eating/attacking—it's as if their entire face is going to split in half but nope, that's just to let out their other teeth.
That's all I have for now. I want to think about it some more.
#i want to focus on y/n's journey through processing the physical mental and emotional trauma of losing a limb#and that unfortunately means that the surgery doesn't go well (including how much distress it causes sun and moon to be separated from you)#(as watching metal sharp things produce by human technology start working on you while separated by glass that even they can't break)#(is a bit stressful for aliens)#random burst of inspiration for this au i haven't touched in months take it or leave it lol#i've been thinking about aliens a lot lately#aliens au#this just hit me as last thoughts: moon could sense y/n's breathing with his feeler nightcap thing#sun could sense y/n's body temperature and if they got too hot or too cold#okay posting now
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happy autism acceptance month!! i doodled salad to celebrate <3
he’s one of the best unintentional autistic reps imo
#sal is my sugar pie honey bunch <3#kissing him holding him in my arms. his breath stinks but that’s okay mine does too lmao#he means so much to me .. every time i see him i do a little happy stim :3#btw!! this month marks like… 9 years?? since i first discovered salad fingers!#i joined the fandom last year but i’ve liked david’s stuff much longer than that. i didn’t even know sf had a fandom until recently lol#salad fingers#the pose is kinda awkward but it’s fitting i think#i hate how simple my art style is but i don’t want it to be complex either ☹️ oh well#tho i guess it’s ok cuz i like the more cartoony look. the only thing i wanna rlly improve on is shading#i’m practicing i promise ……#i’m gonna go a bit crazy w/ the tags cause… i think i deserve it#tbh creature#autism creature#ngl the tbh creature would fit right into the sf universe#autism acceptance#autism acceptence month#autistic artist#actually autistic#btw if you’re wondering how i post art so fast it’s bc i have like 500 sketches in my files that i’ve never finished 😭😭#i’ve been going through them and just. cleaning them up a bit before shoving them down everyone’s throats#ok bye love u guys /p#> rust's art <
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