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thatsdemko · 8 months

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to live, to learn, and to love - d.ricciardo

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pairings: Daniel ricciardo x athlete!reader

warnings: time jump + talks of Covid + some depression talks + some inaccuracies of Daniels career

a/n: hope this cheers everyone up xx

2018 - to live

“so what do you guys have planned this summer?” you ask. the tiny microphone clipped to your shirt is finally off for good. for the first time in a year, cameras would no longer follow your ever move, microphones would no longer hover of your head, you could go back to a normal life of training and relaxing. freedom at last.

“we are actually filming a new docuseries, ever heard of formula one?”

you shake your head, puzzle look on your face creates a little laughter from everyone’s lips as they agreed to never hearing about it until Daniel. whoever Daniel was, he seemed to be quite popular to the crew.

“I guess I haven’t, but hey I’m all about growing sports.”

“well you wouldn’t believe where we get to go next weekend— you should come! it’ll be so much fun.”

the film crew talks of Monaco and the infamous track that they’ve learned can be brutal but kind. their invitation lingers around the room for a couple more minutes as crew begins to clean up the scene.

“so? you coming or what?”

“when’s the plane leave?”

—

Monaco roars with noise you’ve never heard. so much so, the noise canceling headphones can’t even drown out the cheers for the drivers. you spend all mid-afternoon shaking hands and learning names of the drivers you’re sure you’ll forget by the night. but Daniel sticks out.

you knew right away who he was. by the laughter and his smile, he had a way with the crew that nobody on your team had. the smile on all the crew members for not only Netflix, but his own team were contagious. he had you smiling within minutes.

“congratulations on your season and Netflix series! I’ve got it downloaded for the plane ride.” he engulfs you into a tight hug for a brief second before showing you his car. the mighty Red Bull car, sleek in its red and blue stripes under the Monaco sun, his pride is contagious, you can’t help but grow confidence in his racing skills.

“how’s Monaco treating you?” you look up at him, his tan skin kissed by the sun and genetics, his beautiful brown curls make your fingers itch to run through them. it’s not only his smile that makes your stomach twirl, it’s all of him.

“just about alright, I’ve got a good spot on the grid and I’m ready to kick ass.” he claps his hands mischievously making a laugh escape your body.

“you’ll do great! I believe in you!”

you like to think your words of encouragement solidified his win in Monaco, but that would be a selfish reason. you’d like to hate Monaco for all the reasons why you left completely enamored by Daniel ricciardo.

2020 - to learn

boredom struck. your legs, mind, and rest of your body itch to train while you’re copped up in your parents house; a tragedy as nobody else lives here. you sit alone in the basement that once had become your personal gym, but now only has a treadmill that you’ve become bored of.

you huff out a sigh, looking around the room there’s not one object heavy enough for you to lift. you curse your parents for taking all the things you needed to their stupid summer home, and you curse them for not wanting to spend time with you.

loneliness was at an all time high. you’d become so exhausted of it, that talking to yourself became the only answer. it was the only thing you had left.

you moved from the big city where all your teammates stayed put. you didn’t bother to look back once restrictions were set in place, you needed to be somewhere sane, but rather that was the opposite. you were going insane.

an alert on your phone pulls you away from the five pound weights in your hand. you look down on the floor to see an Instagram notification which was awfully unusual.

danielricciardo: if I show up on a horse in Austin, would that get me laid?

yourusername: depends. who are you trying to get with?

you can’t help but laugh. you hadn’t heard from him in four years. you’d occasional check his instagram, see what he was doing, and even become friends on LinkedIn, but the boredom must’ve been at an all time high for him to message you.

danielricciardo: you.

—

“I’d kiss the chef.” he says almost immediately once your face comes up on the screen. the apron you’re wearing was to prevent spilling or messes to your clothes, it was definitely not an attractive sight. but to Daniel it was.

“you can kiss me right here.” you point to your ass, hearing his laugh erupt on the other side of the screen. it was morning time in Perth, and by morning, you meant way to fucking early in the morning for anyone but him to be awake.

“what are you making?”

“none of your business.”

“well it’s my business when you call me.” he says watching you prop up the cook book that lay beside your phone. you point to the page that had flour, sugar, and all other ingredients across the page.

“ah a birthday cake, and who’s this for?”

“my neighbor. he turns ninety tomorrow so it’s a big deal! it has to be good!”

“and you need my help why?” he reminds you of why you called. you stick out your tongue and your middle finger earning a laugh. you want more of that laughter, you’d do anything to hear it in person again.

“because what do men like? I need to get him a gift.”

“y/n, I’m thirty. I’m not even close to ninety are you insinuating I’m old?”

a blush creeps into your cheeks that’s noticeable on the screen, “I’m kidding! I get why you called, you don’t have to close off.”

in the minimal amount of time knowing Daniel, he calls you out on all of your shit. like how he knows you missed garbage day based off the way your bathroom looks, or how he judges you for not taking the chance to run faster. he’s far worse than personal trainer, but you’d keep him around for his honesty and his kindness.

“I have to go to the store early tomorrow, so what do you think he’d like?”

“you didn’t buy toilet paper again?”

“people don’t listen to the two per person rule! I swear!”

he tsks you so much you can’t even put in a single word. your nervous laughter fills his ears and warms his chest. why did you have to live thousands of miles away? he’s praying they find a cure for Covid fast, he doesn’t think he can live another second without you.

2021 - to learn

a new year, a new set of restrictions, oh and you.

you, in the silly 2021 plastic glasses, sit on the couch in the mixed of his friends and family in his Monaco home. he couldn’t believe the sight, it was a winter miracle you’d made it out alive of the winter storm to his side.

after months of talking, you’d considered yourselves dating. it was different—with not being physically intimate or even having real dates—but the attraction and energy that flowed through you two was undeniable. you couldn’t stay friends, not after every phone call, text message, and filthy instagram dm, Daniel ricciardo wove his way right into your heart.

“what’s your wish for new years?”

“wish? isn’t it a resolution?” you give him a pointed look watching his hands fly up in defense, “we do things differently here. we don’t set goals, we set wishes. so what do you wish for?”

you think long and hard for a moment staring at the man in front of you. his brown eyes full of life and beauty stare into yours. his family and friends wait patiently as you think to yourself.

“I wish for love.”

he scoffs in response almost instantly. he couldn’t help it, to wish for love felt stupid, but Daniels hand clasping against yours makes your heart flutter and skin warm to his touch, “well your wish came true, because I’m here to show you just how much I love you.”

2022 - to love

pregnant.

it’s no wonder doing mundane activities were killing you, and getting up any time before 6am was a threat to your immune system. little did you know it didn’t matter when you woke up, you’d still be pregnant and with a heavy case of morning sickness.

and while 2022 is looking awful to different from the past two years of your relationship, Daniel was changing. you’d noticed how physically unfit he was for training, and it wasn’t because he lost his touch, he looked more sick than you did.

the smile that once reached his eyes and infected a dozen or more individuals, was fading. the light in his eyes barely shined anymore, and while he should be happy his girlfriend is pregnant, the glow on his face doesn’t reflect his words.

you’d talked with zak, asked him how Daniel had been doing and to monitor his health, but little did you know the same man you trusted was the reason for his depression.

“Danny,” you whisper slightly hoping to god he doesn’t answer, but he hardly sleeps anymore.

your touch sinks his body further into the mattress. you mold your body and growing belly against him, fingers drawing all sorts of relaxing shapes, “I love you,” you whisper trying to your best to hold in the sob desperately trying to escape, “but I hate how sad you are. I miss you, I miss us.”

your sudden words ache his heart. he hears your pain, it makes him lift his hand and clasp his hand on top of yours allowing your silent sob to increase in volume, “what’s happening to you, it’s not right.“

“I know,” he whispers back. his words hang in the room for a little longer before he turns to face you, his fingers quickly wipe your tears, “I’m going to get better. for you, for us, and for her. okay?”

“okay.”

—

“can you keep a secret?”

“depends,” lando responds turning on his heel, his adorable smile turning his lips upward, “what’s my reward?”

“a kiss on the cheek?”

he nods in approval, “kiss first, secret later.” he taps his cheek, watching you roll your eyes before you quickly press your lips to his skin and pull away.

“I’m pregnant.”

“old news, what else?” he shrugs it off.

“Daniels leaving.”

“what?” you watch lando’s shoulders fall as he collapses into the chair below him, “please tell me it’s because of the baby and not anything else?”

your hesitation earns a permanent frown on his lips, “I thought I could save him.” he lets out a deep sigh allowing you wrap him into your arms, “I think it’s what’s best.”

“I agree, but you’ll still have cool uncle rights.”

“yes! oh, that’s the best news ever! I have to tell max!”

Daniels foot steps echo throughout the hallway of the private room you were in with lando. not another soul is in the McLaren hospitality, as everyone had seemed to vanish once practice rounds were over, but you’d stayed waiting despite longing for a warm shower and Daniels hands against your belly. god, how much more love sick could you be? it was evident Daniel didn’t feel much of the same right now, and you tried your best to put on a big smile and positive attitude.

“there he is.” you move over to him, wrapping your arms around his neck pulling him downward so you can press a kiss to his lips.

“I have to stay a little later.” he mumbles before pressing another kiss to your lips, “why don’t you head back with lando?”

“but I want to stay.” you frown pulling away from his body. it gives you a chance to look him in the eyes, the dark circles are much more evident, the glimmer of hope and love have seemed to vanish his eyes replaced with sadness. why did this have to happen to him? it’s just not right, you think to yourself.

“will you at least eat dinner with me?”

he shakes his head, “I really have to get back to the car.” he pushes a strand of your hair behind your shoulder, “why don’t you order room service? it’s on me, get whatever you’re craving.”

“I’m craving you, but you’re making yourself unavailable—again, might I add.”

his eyes close for a brief moment. his fingers play with the hem of his bright orange shirt, you can feel the anxiety radiating off of him. it terrifies you what’s next. “y/n, they are terminating my contract. can you just go home with lando?”

the grit of his words are like nails on a chalkboard. you swear you could feel yourself becoming lightheaded you don’t even realize lando was the one to catch you from falling backward. terminate? they were done with him? you feel a sob take over your body, it takes ten minutes for lando to calm you down, as Daniel was nowhere to be seen.

the car ride to the hotel was silent. with lando taping away on his phone, and you staring out the window in a daze there was nothing that could pull you away. well, maybe there was.

danielricciardo: if I do ridiculous side burns would you still sleep with me?

a snort escapes your lips. he knows how to turn a bad day into a good one.

yourusername: depends. how ridiculous are they?

danielricciardo: so ridiculous you might wish I didn’t get you pregnant.

yourusername: now I would never wish on that. we love you Danny.

love. it’s a strange feeling that’s settling into his chest right now as he stares at zak brown, the man he’d been warned about years ago, but he never listened. now hearing it from you, he knew love conquered all of his fears and anxiety about leaving. because in the end, your love made him feel whole again.

to live, to learn, and to love.

[BONUS SCENE]

2023 - living, learning, and loving

“oh my, you’re so big now! what are they feeding you?” lando’s gasp earns a ripple of head turns. he’s rushing his way over to you and your new born daughter, mila.

“whatever it is, it’s clearly working on you too. what’s this you’ve got going on? is it a beard?” you carefully run your fingers over the hair on his chin making him pull away, a blush creeping onto his cheeks, “fine I’ll shave it.”

“take it from me, the minute I got home from Austin I wasn’t allowed in the bed until I shaved it all off.” Daniel rubs his fingers over the stubby hairs against his cheeks, “some women don’t like that down there—“

“Daniel!” you hiss, hands placed against his chest you give him a hard shove.

the roar of his laughter echoes throughout the paddock. it brings a flock of his friends and former colleagues together surrounding you both and your daughter, mila.

she was a happy blessing out of a horrible year. her arrival was earlier than expected, but seeing Daniels smile finally reach his eyes, it was like she knew he needed that.

“I can’t decide what’s cuter, her curls or her rolls. how do you sleep at night with such a difficult question?” Charles looks between you two and watches the devilish smirk lift upon Daniels lips, “actually don’t answer that, I see where your mind is taking you.”

“it’s good to have you back.” the Ferrari driver smiles. before he walks away he says one more thing to brighten your days, “and I mean that. it’s good to have the you we all love back.”

you lived, you learned, and you’re still loving.

tags: @oconso @xcicix @imsorare @weasleyswizardwheezes-blog @monzabee @lpab @frreyaa @motorsp0rt @lovelytsunoda @smoothopz @jaehyunluvcult @iloveyou3000morgan @lunnnix @leclerc13

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azuphere · 2 months

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Okay but you still haven’t explained what the glitch theory is, like what does it mean??

omgg lore dump time this is so exciting, more under the cut but the glitch theory basically revolves around this merch from phil from november 2019 !

(re: this ask)

so like at the time, this piece of merch had ppl like 👀👀 bc the concept and the graphic novel vibe and the way it said ‘to be continued’ had ppl thinking this might be a hint at a secret project!

and over the years, phil would keep hinting at wanting to channel his creative energies into a project, and how he'd love to do smth interactive like bandersnatch ! esp in 2019/early-2020:

in an interview from february 2019, he said that his plans for 2020 included: "a few projects on the burn which I'm not ready to announce fully yet. They all involve writing. There are some stories I'd like to tell, so with some hard work and a bit of luck I might be able to share these with you on-screen on in print next year."

in 'The Scary Reason I Didn't Buy A House' (april 2019), he said: "I do actually have a story in my head, I'm just not quite sure how I wanna tell it yet. So it could be a book, it could be like a TV series-style screenplay, it could be a movie script. I just need to consolidate all these ideas in my head and turn them into the thing. But I have been thinking about it for about five years, so it's just when the right time is to actually release the ideas."

in 'draw my life: part 2' (august 2019), he said: "maybe for the next secret big project, it's time for Philly to think about the big dreams he's always had! [...] What I've always dreamed of doing is writing stories and directing films to take what's in my mind and share it with the world on your screen, maybe even a bigger screen. Now remember the rule of secret projects! Who knows what's going on and if it'll ever be real, but let's just say some writing is happening."

in the TalentWorks podcast from vidcon london (february 2020) at about 29:35 (spotify link | acast link), he said: "I think I've reached a point where I'm ready to sink my teeth into a new big project [...] I'm ready to do something new that's also very Phil and very my own thing, so I've been looking into- I'm really obsessed with interactivity. I think there's been a big boom of it since Bandersnatch [...]. I already pitched one interactive thing which didn't work out, but I got a lot of other ideas that I'm thinking of."

and in one of the stereo shows, dnp also confirmed that they tried pitching an interactive show to netflix but it fell through cause of covid ! and there was this insta story of dan being in LA in january 2020, which aligns with the timeline mentioned in the podcast. a transcription of that stereo moment is here

so it was never confirmed whether the glitch hoodie was actually supposed to be smth greater or if it was just a fun merch idea, but it was a common fan theory that glitch was supposed to be one of phil's projects!

and i think one of the most notable theories that supported the glitch concept was that a couple weeks after the merch release, phil tweeted this:

bc the suspicious thing is that it's nearly identical to smth he tweeted 4 years prior on literally the same day and almost the same exact time ! so we’d joke about how it was like a glitch (!!) in the simulation and he even responded to a tweet about it. and he also talks about it in this liveshow (at 24:39), where he just jokes about how he's living in the matrix

so yea! tldr: glitch is just one theory about what (one of) phil's secret projects is <3

#but then again he didn't say anything about his nose twitching on dec 3 2023 so does that kill the theory.#the answer is no i still choose to believe #and after compiling all these quotes like. maybe i will make a 'phil secret projects' gifset one day <3 #also me re-listening to the whole podcast again just to find where he talked about ~secret projects~ and the podcast was so lovelyyy ;-;#like the way he speaks 🤌🤌

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riatheghoul · 24 days

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Outta Control

Pairing: Vernon Chwe x Black Reader

Song: Outta Control by Destin Conrad

Warnings: fluff, pet names used: baby for reader and babe, honey, and lover for Vernon, this is just cute couple shit and i love it sm.

Word count: 697

Request(?): nope

Disclaimers: I do NOT own any of these picture credits to the owners and this is PURE FICTION ALSO UNEDITED

Tag list: @cookiesdiaryx @penny44224 @heeyboooo

“Ran out of ways to say it, I know your shit too fire.”

“It took like two, three days, and I'on't rush shit either.”

“Little do you know, I'm your baby, you just don't see me in that light.”

“But when I get to showing off, touching you in private.”

“I can tell that you won't fight it, yeah, oh.”

You body swayed while you did your lil two step. The music is loud blaring through your large flat screen tv while you swept the floor. Today is cleaning day well, more so a cleaning morning. You wanted to do something for your boyfriend because schedules are just starting to pick back up again and he’ll need all the help he can get. So, this morning when he left for the gym you got up you put on one of his shirts and some black shorts under for comfort then got to work.

You continued to dance around your living room grinding, letting the music take over for a moment. You hadn’t felt the pair of eyes on you watching your every move. Nor did you hear the footsteps get closer to you, but you did feel an arm snake around your waist pulling you in so close that you felt someone breath on your neck. You could smell the faint remnants of sweat and rosemary and you knew exactly who it was, but you didn’t turn around, you wanted this time with him.

“Oh, I can tell that it's crazy by how you move (just how you move)”

“I don't want no hesitation, come through (just come through)”

“You must want drive me crazy with no head light.”

“I wanna feel up on your body 'til it feels right, mmm it feels right

Is this real life?”

You finally turned around to look at him and he gets prettier and prettier each time you grabbed the remote and paused your music giving him look. “Lover ima need you to not leave the house lookin like this” you teased “What? What’s wrong with this” he questioned laughing looking down at his outfit which was a sleeveless compression shirt that you didn’t recognize and some grey sweats. You pouted “I don’t want other bitches to see you lookin this good” he smirked knowing that you were the slightest bit jealous he gave a quick peck to your pouty lips.

“It’s ok if they look, I’ll tell them that my girlfriend is crazy and kills people.” He replied you burst into laughter you can’t even be mad at him for too long. “What’s funny?” he asked laughing with you “I can’t be mad at you for too long you’re too cute babe” you giggle. He takes this time to cup your face and kiss you all over “You’re too pretty baby” you smile at him showing off your pretty teeth “Well, since we’ve established that we are a bisexual person’s wet dream I have some more cleaning to do” you said reaching and grabbing the broom from the corner of the wall.

“Ok I’ll help, what haven’t you got to yet?” he insisted. You nodded your head towards the dishes, and he got right too it. Four hands are better than two, so you guys finished everything in good timing. After you guys got done you flopped onto the couch letting out a sigh of relief. It smelled clean and looked pretty. He flopped next to you holding up his hand, you gave him a high five and grabbed the remote off of the coffee table. You looked over at him “What do you want to watch honey?”

He looked up, tapping his chin thinking for a moment then shrugged his shoulders “We can watch whatever you want to watch baby” he said so you looked back to the tv and went to Netflix. After picking scrolling through the shows on your watch list you went back and fourth from queen Charlotte or bloodhounds. You looked up again “Which one lover?” he pondered for a moment “Ummmmm queen Charlotte” he answered, “Final answer?” you quipped, and he chuckled “Yes, final answer” you nodded your head and started the show.

A/N (before official post): I'm kinda excited for this one

A/N (after official post): This one is short but i am proud of it non the less. did y'all see Ateez at Coachella becuase whewwww chile. and WHERE THE FUCK WAS MINGI AND SAN'S CLOTHES AT ALL THEM DAYUM SUIT CASES AND ALL I SEE IS SKIN. thank you for coming to my little ted talk o byeeeeeeeeeeeeee~

p.s. what are your opinions on the posting schedule hopefully y'all dont get bored of waiting for me. also show of hands after i post the actual story do you guys get the notifications or no because i can tag you guys when the story is done of that works better.

dividers cred: @benkeibear @viixcyre

#seventeen x black reader #seventeen carat #seventeen kpop #vernon #svt #vernon x black reader #hansol vernon chwe #chwe vernon #chwe hansol x black reader #chwe hansol #vernon chwe #seventeen hansol #vernon fluff #x black reader

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love-dove-noora · 9 months

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hii <3 do you have any headcanons on how 141 would react to late night construction thats keeping both them and their partner up? maybe their partner's finally like "😐 i need a drink and a movie" sorry if its specific it's 11:42PM they're doing roadwork outside and it's killing me inside 💀💀

I’m sorry you haven’t been able to sleep, i wish you restful nights💗

Ps. Sorry i don’t write headcannons simply fics and blurps

The only 141 men i write for are Soap and Ghost, just letting y’all know😊

Construction site

You and your boyfriend have just been able to move in due to Ghosts or as you know him Simons vacation being postponed. The landlord did inform the two of you that there would be a construction work being done near by soon but you didn’t have a specific time on when to expect them. So now you find yourself with roadwork being done right at your apartment buildings front door. Due to said complications you didn’t get to drag in some of the big items *cough* your bed, which led you here at the beautiful hour of 22.48 in your mattress with your boyfriend “What is this a construction site, please people live here!” You exclaimed to Simon. He knew there was nothing he could do. He wishes to sleep as much as you do. Maybe he’ll file a complaint in the morning he thinks. You were just finishing your rant as he brings out a bottle of wine from one of the boxes “you want a drink?” He asks gently stirring you out of your frustration. “Yes but we don’t have wine glasses they are still in the back of the truck.” You say still a little frustrated but calmer. He motions at you to go to the couch as he mutters about handling the glasses. You pick a movie and spend the rest of the night with a movie coming from the tv and drinking wine out of mugs.

Johnny was staying the night at your place, the two of you were just laughing as you got back from dinner. Now on your couch with a lot comfier clothes you laugh as you ask “why do they call you Soap anyway?” Just as he is about to answer that’s when it starts. The drilling, it’s like the whole building is shaking, and it probably is. You groan as you feel it. “Seriously there are families with little kids living here, why do they have to do this now.” The question completely rhetorical, you look at your boyfriend as a way to say sorry for the noise interrupting the night. He just smiles like this doesn’t bother him, he’s just happy to finally spend time together. He kisses you softly as in to say everything is all right and the night is still young. He turns to the television the two of you have been ignoring witch is showing the front page of Netflix. He goes through genres as you get up and go to the kitchen, once you come out with two beers in hand he has all ready narrowed down movie options.

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seventeenytiny · 1 year

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Good Vibes

Summery: You decide to surprise your lovely boyfriend Felix with a gift, a little remote controlled vibrator you can fit in your panties.

Contains: Smut/Sexual themes, Minors DNI

Authors note - Kinda thinking about maybe making a part two where another member stumbles upon this mysterious remote. Anyways, hopefully this is good, I haven’t written anything in a long time, sorry if I’m a bit rusty. I guess I should disclose this includes things such as toy usage, orgasm control, cumplay, and oral (male receiving). Oh, also assume reader is on birth control.

Word count: 2kish

You grabbed the small package at the front of your door, eager to show Felix what was inside. You hoped this little toy would be as much fun for him as it would be for you. You quickly bring it over to your bedroom, excited to finally play with it. Carefully, you opened up the box, pulling out a tiny pink toy with a matching pink remote. You click the button on the remote, the toy begins to quietly vibrate in your hand, its exactly what you had hoped for.

“Hey Felix, come here, I wanna show you something,” You call out to your boyfriend as he passes by.

“What is it my love?” He walks over to you, placing his hand on the small of your back. A slightly puzzled expression appears on his face as he looks at what's in your hands. You hand him the remote, his confusion quickly melting away as his lips curl up into a devilish smile. You smirk and look innocently at him, “What do you think Love? Do you want to try it out?”

He nods fervently, “Put it in your panties right now, I wanna see how this shit works.”

You obey, turning around to reach into your panties to put it into place. Its not like he hasn’t seen you naked before, but he doesn’t deserve to see you like that, not now, not yet.

“Okay, I think its in place.”

Without hesitation he hits the button on the remote, he flashes that same devilish grin at you again as he sees your whole body react. Your eyes roll back into your head as you reach out to him to help keep your balance. The sensation in your panties causes you to shudder and your thighs to squeeze together, you bite your lip to try to stifle a moan.

Felix holds you up, his arm around your waist as he leans in to whisper in your ear.

“Feel good babe?” his low voice causes a bolt of pleasure to shoot right down to your core. Before you can even respond to him the vibrations in between your legs stop. You whine, Felix looks to you and shrugs, pretending like you weren’t just about to cum right there on the spot.

He pulls you into one of his signature bear hugs, placing a kiss on your head before pulling away to look at you.

“How about we change into our comfy clothes for the night and watch a movie together? Wouldn’t that be fun my love?” he asks as he tucks a stray strand of hair behind your ear. You can’t deny how amazing of an idea that sounds, it seems as if getting time alone together becomes more and more rare these days.

“Sounds like a plan,” you say, unbuttoning your jeans to trade them for sweatpants. Felix does the same, although you can feel his eyes burning holes into as you change. You blush, even after all the times the two of you have seen each other naked neither of you can deny how god damn attractive the other is.

Once dressed, he grabs your hand, pulling you towards the living room.

“You can pick the movie while I go make some popcorn.”

You sit down on the couch in front of the TV, grabbing the remote to start scrolling through Netflix. You decide on some stupid looking romcom, seemed like it would be a good choice as you had a feeling you’d hardly be watching it anyways.

All of the sudden you tense up, feeling the low grumble of the vibrator again. You allow your body to sink into the couch, letting yourself fully enjoy the feeling since Felix isn’t right there to watch you. The sensation continues for another couple of minutes, stopping right before Felix walks into the room with a bowl of popcorn in his hand. He takes in the sight of you, sprawled out on the couch with a disheveled look on your face. He decides not to comment on it, but the smug look on his face and the slight bulge you see through his sweatpants tells you all you need to know.

He sits down next to you, you snuggle up to him, kissing the side of his neck before starting the movie. The two of you stay like that for a bit, taking in the warmth of each other as the movie plays. He hand feeds you popcorn while placing loving kisses to your temple, you feel so at peace, soaking in the moment as much as you can. The movie plays on for about 30 minutes before the feeling in your panties returns. At this point you had honestly forgotten the toy was even there.

You bury your face into his shoulder, his shirt helps to muffle your moans. He places a hand to the back of your head, cradling you as you lose yourself in pleasure. Your legs start to tremble, you can start to sense that familiar feeling building up inside of you. Felix holds you tight as you get ready to let pleasure take over your body. Then, the feeling you were enjoying so much inside your panties stops, you take a deep breath as you regain your composure.

“Are you still doing okay Love?” Felix smiles at you, not smugly though, pure love and care is behind that smile. You can still see his eyes are filled with darkness and lust, but he still does truly care about you and wants to make sure you’re still having fun. You smile back at him, throwing your arms around him.

“I’m amazing, don’t feel like you have to hold back”.

Felix grabs you, moving you to sit in between his legs on the chaise, one of his arms wrapped around your waist and the other holding the remote. The two of you have pretty much forgotten about the movie at this point. You lean up to kiss him, he deepens the kiss by parting his mouth, his tongue swiping over your bottom lip. The two of you continue your heated exchange for a bit, you can feel his bulge slowly hardening against your lower back. He messes with you by clicking the button on the remote on and off, not letting you feel anything for more than thirty seconds. He suddenly pulls away, deciding to pretend to be interested in the movie.

“Felix…” you whine, wanting more.

He decides to ignore you, but also still gives you exactly what you want. The vibrations return, you can feel the intensity of the toy increasing each second. Your hands shoot between your legs, your legs start to shake. You lean back into Felix, looking up into his eyes as you let moans slip out past your lips.

“Felix...” his name comes out as a whisper, “I think I’m gonna cum.”

“Then do it, let it all out baby.”

Your body shakes and trembles, you clench your legs together as you work through your orgasm. The heat that’s been building up inside of you all this time finally releasing. Felix holds you tightly, kissing the top of your head and whispering sweet nothings as you ride out your orgasm. You turn to him, breathless, the vibrating finally stopping.

He runs his fingers through your hair, pushing it off your face, “How do you feel angel?”

“Amazing.”

“Do you feel up to going into the bedroom?”

You look down, he’s rock hard, you can see the precum leaking through his sweatpants. You let your actions speak for you, turning the movie off and grabbing his hand to lead him to the bedroom.

You stop him in front of the bed, quickly getting on your knees in front of him. You loop your fingers around the band of his sweatpants, quickly pulling them down. His cock springs up in your face, the tip pink and glistening with precum. You give him a couple of pumps with your hand before your tongue starts to tease his tip. He immediately throws back his head, deep moans leaving his mouth as his hands pull at your hair. You take as much of him in as you can, using your hand to pump what you can’t fit in. He starts to thrust into your mouth, using you like his own fucktoy.

Right before he gets too close to cumming he pulls out, as much as he loves oral he definitely wants to feel the real thing tonight. He pulls you up off your knees, planting a passionate kiss onto your lips. He pulls away only to undress you, letting the toy fall out of your panties and onto the floor.

He pushes you up against the bed, your legs hanging off as he stands in between. He aligns himself up with your center, coating his tip with your wetness from your previous orgasm. He looks into your eyes, silently asking for permission, you smile at him and nod. You’d trust Felix with your life, so of course you’d trust him with your body. He places a kiss to your check before slowly thrusting into you, giving you time to adjust before picking up the pace. He quickly builds up speed, his hands holding a firm grip on your hips as your bodies move together.

You glance over to your personal vibrator on the nightstand, Felix’s eyes catching what your looking at. He leans over to grab it, never losing connection with your body. He turns it on and hands in to you, you place it onto your still sensitive clit as he continues to thrust in and out of you. You moan at the feeling of being stretched out by your boyfriend along with the sensation on your clit. Your pussy starts to clench around your his cock without you even realizing.

You can see sweat running down Felix’s forehead, he moans to you. “Are you close my love? I don’t think I can last much longer.”

“Don’t worry about me,” you say you breathlessly. “Felix, I want you to cum on my stomach,”

That’s all he needed to hear, he gives you a couple more deep thrusts before pulling out, pumping himself as warm cum covers your lower body. The feeling of his cum hitting your skin is all you need to trigger your second orgasm of the night. You press the vibrator tightly to your swollen clit as you ride out your orgasm, this one more intense then the first. Your mind goes completely blank as you scream out your boyfriend’s name, the room feeling as if its spinning. Felix’s hands lovingly rub at your sides to help ground you as he carefully places sweet kisses all along your face.

You both look at each other with post orgasm bliss.

“I love you Felix,” you say so quietly, only he could ever hear it.

“I love you too Y/N,” an angelic smile appearing on his face. He pulls away from you to grab a tissue, wiping most of the cum off your stomach before he leads you to the bathroom. He starts the shower for you, climbing in with you to help wash off the mess he’s made on you. He grabs the wash cloth and carefully wipes your body down, being mindful of how sensitive you must be.

The two of you step out of the shower, deciding to brush your teeth and head to bed. After the both of you are settled in bed he reaches over and pulls you close.

“Hey Y/N, you know I love you a lot, right?”

Every time he says that it gives you butterflies. “I know Felix, you know I love you a lot too, right?”

He hums happily, burying his face into your hair. The two of you feel exhaustion quickly taking over your bodies, its not long before you hear quiet snores leave his mouth. You smile, you’re so in love with this man, nothing could be better than falling asleep in his arms.

While you may not have talked about it that night, you both knew you’d definitely be using your new toy again.

#felix #lee felix #lee yongbok #felix smut #stray kids #stray kids smut #skz #skz felix #skz writing #skz smut #stray kids x reader #skz x reader

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terrifictomholland · 11 months

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I know everyone thinks I’ve disappeared (I pretty much have, but I actually wrote something! Sliiightly based off of a conversation me and my bf had not too long ago, it’s a complete fluff piece. But with our favourite Tom instead of my bf, or no one would read (maybe you’re not judging by how inactive I am on here lmao 😂✌🏻) anyway, almost 11pm blurbs - here you are 😊

Idk if anyone is even here anymore and not on a hiatus or have completely abandoned ship but some of my mutuals - here you are @spidey-sophie @worldoftom @stuckonspidey @tetralea @duskholland @userholland

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You unlocked the door to your shared flat, stepping inside to the sounds of mugs clinking about, an audiobook playing and Tom humming a song to himself. No doubt being in the midst of making some tea.

“Honey, I’m home!” you sing sang only for his face to pop out from the doorway leading from the kitchen to the hallway. “Hi cakes!” He grinned, “you want a cuppa?”

You took off your shoes, placing them neatly beside his. “Yeah sure hun, just going to the bathroom! Give me a moment!” You quickly went inside the bathroom doing your business and coming out after drying your hands.

Sneaking up behind him and wrapping your arms around his waist. You felt his sculpted back and shoulder blades underneath your touch through his cosy-looking hoodie.

“How’s your day been?” You murmured, lips pressing against the back of his neck, sensing the shiver that ran through him.

“It’s been good, haven’t done too much - did some tidying up and took some garbage out.” He said swiftly turning sideways to fully wrap you up in his strong and safe arms.

“Oh, thank you,” you positively beamed hearing that. If there was one thing you absolutely despised it was taking out the garbage. Such a hideously boring task.

“You talked in your sleep again,” you laughed thinking back on early this morning before you left for work. He tightened his hold on you. “Oh yeah? What was it this time then?”

“That your team apparently sucked so hard, they aren’t getting any of the 4 blocks of chocolate. We’ll be keeping them all to ourselves.” You cackled seeing the way Toms cheeks turned pink before he burst out into hysterical laughter. “Well that sucks for them, not for us though,” he grinned.

For a second he let go of you to throw the teabags into the sink. “Oh come on,” you complained seeing where he threw the tea bags. He simply shushed you with a kiss.

“Come join me on the couch, what do you fancy watching?” He was already on his way to the living room and you had no other choice but to follow him.

“I’m not too bothered,” you said tucking your legs under you in the couch. Tom sitting right beside you giving you a sweet smile.

“I’ve missed you,” to hear those words made your heart swell, “I’ve missed you more,” and his eyes softened with a much smaller smile, but the one he always reserved just for you, on these moments where it was just the two of you in your own little world.

“Do you fancy watching Mindhunter?” You asked after you took a sip of your peach and mango black tea. No milk, no sugar - just some honey in it.

“The FBI show?” And you nodded, he shrugged and turned the TV on, going to Netflix to search for the show.

After a good while of watching the second episode, you snuggled up against Tom’s chest, playing with the strings of his hoodie. His steady heartbeat soothing and calming you right down.

“Do you ever think about what our song is, Tom? Like that one song every couple has?” You asked quietly feeling him run a hand through your hair.

“Sometimes, which song do you think is ours?” His voice laced with curiosity now. You took a moment to ponder over his question.

“For me, spontaneously I’d have to say ‘Photograph’ by Ed,” you landed on, “I feel that song has stuck with us through thick and thin,” you added and felt his lips on your forehead. “Yeah I agree, Ed’s been there for us a lot hasn’t he?” He joked and you buried your face in his clothed chest, laughter bubbling out of you.

“He sure has,” you lifted your head up, looking into his eyes, just getting lost in those brown eyes, the longer slightly curly hair at the ends that framed his defined face so well.

“Do you ever think about the day when we get married? Like, our first song to dance too?” You mumbled slightly embarrassed now that you had exposed the thought of being married to Tom.

The tiniest of smiles played at his lips, eyes glittering ever so slightly, “yeah I do,” he said almost nonchalantly and your eyebrow lifted at that. “Oh?”

“How could I not? It’s gonna happen one day, don’t you worry,” he smiled matter-of-factly, stealing a kiss from you. “What song would you choose?” He mumbled pulling away from your lips ever so slightly, still close enough for his breath to land on your face.

“You’re Still the One by Shania Twain,” you said embarrassingly fast and his lips formed a massive smile. “Play it for me, please.” he urged handing you his phone.

Soon enough, the intro to You’re Still the One started up and you revelled at being in his arms, hearing the song you hopefully danced to one way day in the future, wearing a pretty tux and a beautiful dress.

“I’m feeling really vulnerable right now,” you whispered as to not ruin your moment with the song still playing in the background. “Why?” He whispered back, placing two fingers under your chin gently, to meet his gaze.

“Because I’m exposing such a deep and private part of me, to you for you the best my innermost truest feelings for you - and as much as I love you, it’s still scary to put all of this trust and love in your hands although I know you’d never do anything to hurt me or in any way jeopardise my love for you.” You got out, your eyes turning misty as did Toms at your confession.

“Thank you darling for letting me hear your innermost personal song, but I think it describes us perfectly and I’d be more than honoured to dance our first dance to this song.” His smile could have lightened up ten thousands miles, your heart about to burst with love for this man. Knowing how precious you were to him, for him to treat your feelings so respectfully it meant everything to you.

“I love you, those words aren’t even close to describing the way I really feel about you but they’ll have to do - though I’m more of a shower on how I feel, you know that.” a lone tear spilled over your cheek as you poured your heart out to him and all he did was smile that special smile just for you.

“I love you too, more than words could ever mean,”

#my rambles #tom holland x reader #tom holland x y/n #tom holland x you #does anyone actually read tags anymore?

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spicy-picklez · 1 year

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Rainbow after a Storm(P2)

Includes:

Rape and self harm mentions.

Characters:

Larissa Weems x female reader

Summary:

You and Larissa trust each other with some meaningful secrets as she helps take care of you after the incident.

Word Count:

2.4k

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Rolling over, the morning sun peeking through the curtains hits your face. Slowly opening your eyes, you have to take a moment to figure out you live in Principal Weems’ quarters now. The space on the bed which was occupied by Principal Weems is now vacant. You reach for your phone, checking the time. 10.27am.

“Shit. I’m so dead!” You rapidly sit up, a shooting pain running through your veins as you push off your arm. “Motherfucking shitcunt… fuck!” Standing up, you take a glimpse at your arm, blood starting to seep through again. “For fucks sake.” You mutter, walking over to grab your uniform.

The door flies open, you turn around to see Principal Weems’ coming over to you, concern written on her face. “Y/N hun, are you ok?” Her eyes no doubt looking at the fresh blood staining the white bandages. “I’m great, only horribly late to class and accidentally reopened my arm getting outta bed.” You say, rummaging through your clothes trying to find your uniform.

“Y/N, did you not think that there was a reason I didn’t wake you up for your classes? I do run the school incase you’ve forgotten. I told your teachers that for the next two days you won’t be attending classes.” Amusement in her voice as she says this. Confused, you raise your head to look at her.

“But.. why?” You had never had anyone show you such compassion and thoughtfulness. You least expected it to come from your principal, this was evident in your voice as you ask.

She takes a step closer to you. “Y/N, why are you always so surprised when a human being actually tries to show you compassion and help you? I didn’t tell your teachers about what happened, I didn’t believe they needed to know. The only people aware of yesterdays events are Wednesday, Ms Thornhill, Coach Vlad and us. I thought if you wanted people to know, it should be you to tell them. You have these next two days to start healing.”

At this point, you couldn’t tell if her kindness was genuine or if she had a deeper motive behind it. But there was something so calming about her presence, you felt yourself inclined to give her the benefit of the doubt… something you haven’t done in nearly a decade.

“I just… never really thought it’d be a principal to show me what compassion is.” You mutter, breaking the eye contact. Her hand reaches out to grab your uninjured wrist. “Y/N…” Her name soft on her tongue, sadness and compassion in her voice. “Listen, I gotta go back to work, my office is just right through that door so call me if you need anything. But tonight, if you want, we can head down to the Weathervane for hot chocolate.”

At the mention of Jericho, your heart races. You feel his hands on your body, rough and degrading. Your hands pinned against the brick wall behind your back, tears streaking down your face.

“Y/N?” Concern plaguing Principal Weems’ voice as it brings you back to reality. Realising she’s still waiting for your response, you clear your throat.

“Hot chocolate sounds great but the last time I went to Jericho, it didn’t end well…”

“Y/N, what do you mean?” You can feel her grip on your wrist gently tighten as her body tenses, her heart rate increasing.

“Not now, you have work.” You say, giving her a not at all convincing smile. “I’ll be ok.”

She holds your gaze for a second, before giving a gentle nod. “If you need anything, I’ll just be in the next room. I mean it Y/N. Anything.” She gives your hand a comforting squeeze before exiting the room, her heels clicking against the wooden floor.

What just happened? Not once have you trusted someone as easily as her. The hold she has over you just by her showing you compassion is overwhelming. Lying back down on the bed, you mindlessly put on Netflix on your phone and begin to space out as Orange is the New Black’s theme song sounds around the room.

9 episodes later, the sound of the door opening causes you to break your gaze away from the screen. Larissa enters the room, heaving a sigh as she mutters something under her breath, leaning against the back of the now shut door.

“Rough day?” A warm smile on your lips as you ask. She seems to remember you’re there and jumps, her head turning towards you. “Y/N!” She exclaims, you’re unable to stifle your chuckle. She grins. “Yeah something like that. How’s your injuries?”

You glance at your arm, still the single bloodstain from earlier. “Well I haven’t managed to reopen any others so I’d say it’s doing good.” A cheeky grin appearing on your face as she reciprocates an amused smile.

“Well how about we change that dressing and I’ll make us some hot chocolates.” She says, already heading to grab new bandages from the bathroom.

Following her, you start unwrapping your arm. A small “fuck” escapes you as you realise some of the stitches, which you honestly forgot you have, have come undone. “Principal Weems?” You say turning the corner into the bathroom.

“Y/N, you’re living in my quarters, I believe you’ve earned the right to call me Larissa.” She says, turning around to face you. Your face turns red as she says this. “Larissa…” Hers turning the same shade as she hears her name fall off your tongue. She was never fond of her name after being teased for it as a kid but the way it sounded coming from you was enough to make her heart race. “Did you have any tweezers? I need to twist a few stitches back together.” You continue, her eyes dropping to your arm before reaching into a drawer and pulling out a pair.

“Hold your arm up.” She says, her voice soft and you obey, holding it up as she redoes the stitches, her soft hands gently brushing your skin. She reaches into her pocket and pulls out a packet of saline wipes.

“I got this today to help your wounds heal. Forgive me but this might sting.” She says grabbing a wipe out of the packet. “Its ok, I can handle a fair amount of pain.” She takes a sharp breath as you say that. Slowly, she gently caresses your wounds with the wipe, sharp stings of the saline touching your cuts making you clench your fist but still don’t move. “Good…” She breathes out, grabbing a clean tissue and gently patting your arm dry. Your stomach twists as she says that, heat rising in your core. How did that one word have such an effect on you? She begins bandaging your arm, both of you standing in silence. You are hyperaware of your proximity to each other. The way her hand has a gentle but firm grasp holding the gauze in place.

As she finishes wrapping your arm, neither of you say anything, both just staring into each others eyes. Larissa can feel your heartbeat increase as she maintains holding your wrist. Your eyes are hooked on her gorgeous blue ones. Realising just how close you two were, Larissa clears her throat, stepping away. “So, hot chocolate?” She says with a soft smile, your wrist still in her hand. You nod. “Yeah… sounds good.” It’s at your words that the eye contact is finally broken.

She leads you over to the couch, the fire already lit. As you sit down, she walks into another room in the quarters, presumably the kitchen. She returns a few minutes later with two mugs of hot chocolate, small marshmallows floating on the top. Handing you a cup, she takes a seat next to you, folding her legs up onto the couch next to her. Her elbow resting on the arm rest.

“Y/N…” She starts, her voice soft but cautious, not sure how you’d react to her following question. “Earlier today you mentioned that the last time you went to Jericho, things didnt go well… the last time you went to Jericho was earlier that day. Was that what caused you to hurt yourself?”

Taking a deep breath, you nod. You already knew this question was coming. “I was walking down the street when I saw someone I had a not so great past with. He came up to me and I tried to get away but he’s twice my size. I got dragged into an alleyway and trapped up against a wall with my arms behind my back. I fought-.” Its at this point that the tears start leaking from your eyes, a lump forming in your throat.

Her hand reaches over and places it on your thigh comfortingly, she could already guess what you were going to say next. “I fought so hard. I didn’t want him to do it to me again. I didn’t want to go through it again. But he didnt stop. One hand was cupped over my mouth, pushing my head back into the wall and I got lightheaded. I couldn’t fight him much after that. I just had to stand there as he… as he raped me.” She straightens her legs out, reaching over to pull you back into her.

Her arms wrap around you, one hand stroking your hair as you cry into her shoulder. You try to focus on her breathing, feeling her chest rise up and down against you. Her perfume wafts up your nose as you breath in her now familiar scent of Beyoncé’s Heat Kissed. Calming your tears, you steady your breath. “It wasn’t the first time I’ve been raped. What upset me most about it was he was the first person to rape me. We were best friends as kids before he raped me in his backyard when we were 7 years old. I hadn’t seen him since then.”

You feel one of her hands unwrap itself from around you as she places it under your chin, lifting your head up to look at her. “Y/N… I’m so sorry. You shouldn’t have ever had to go through that and I promise you that as long as I shall live, you will never experience anything like that again. You are safe here, Y/N.” Her eyes watering as she says this, a single tear running down her cheek. She wraps her hand back around you and holds you tight.

“You’re safe.” She whispers, continuing stroking your hair. You believe her, wrapping your arms around her, fully embracing each other. Both of you knew it was wrong being this close with each other. God, you’re a student and she’s your principal. Yet, neither of you can deny you have a connection so you both relax into each others embrace.

“You know, I’ve never been raped, the complete opposite actually. I was known as the freak, and I know it’s normal for outcasts but even when I attended school here, no one dared approach me. My height and my ability making me different from the other outcasts. I was the only shapeshifter to attend here at the time.” She says quietly, remembering the days where she was trapped in dark closets, screaming for help as her bullies laughed.

“Why do you think no one knows mine? I’ve always hidden it from everyone… until now.” You say quietly. You’ve never shown anyone your ability on purpose but you know she’d understand better than anyone else. She is captivated on your every word, her breath catching in her throat as she watches you transform into her. Her hand reaches up to cup your face as you transform back into yourself. “You’re a shapeshifter…” She whispers, barely believing her eyes. Shapeshifters are rare, she wasn’t aware anyone currently attending Nevermore was one. You were the only one without an ability listed to your name.

“Y/N…” She says, pulling you into a tighter embrace. “Thank you.”

You knew she meant it. Until you found out she herself was a shapeshifter, you had felt so alone, so out of place and you know that thats exactly how she felt until now. She lets her body slip further down on the couch, you still wrapped in her embrace. You close your eyes, feeling her warm arms gentle but firm pulling you close, the fire against your cheek, enjoying her perfume.

It’s at this point where both you and Larissa should realise how wrong this would look if someone were to see. But if either of you did, neither mentioned it. Both just enjoying the comfort and touch of another person that they’ve so desperately lacked.

Larissa’s ringtone made your eyes fly open. You do admit that you’d fallen asleep while in her embrace, not too sure exactly what time it is. “Hello?” Her voice, deep and groggy, suggests she’d done the same. Her hand around your body pulls you closer as you try to reach for your phone, letting you know that you’re staying there.

The caller and Larissa share a few minutes of conversation, most likely something about the school. You weren’t sure, you weren’t paying attention, too content in her embrace to focus on anything else. As the caller says their goodbyes, you lift your head off her shoulder. “Whats the time?” You ask, not realising just how asleep you were, surprising yourself with how groggy it sounds.

She checks her phone, “10.30pm give or take a few. We should head to bed.” You nod as she says this, realising you’re about to fall asleep again. You let her slide off the couch as she stands, reaching a hand out to help you up. Taking it, you stand. The minute you reach the bed, you collapse onto it, pretty much asleep before you hit the pillow.

Larissa smiles as you fall onto the bed, she knew what you two had already done wasn’t safe but after falling asleep with you, she longed for that again. Climbing over you, she rolls onto her side of the bed. Lying on her side, she slings an arm around you. The two of you sleep, chests rising and falling with each breath.

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#principal weems #larissa x reader #larissa weems #forbidden love #forbidden romance #nevermore

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jasonsmirrorball · 8 months

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fixating so hard on roommate!jason..

meeting up with some guy from tinder because you haven’t been laid in ages and the attention is nice.

he ends up being a total douche, only talks about himself and his stupid finance career and orders your meal for you. you tough it out, and he does pay (at least), but when he tries to coax you to come home with him you decline before hurrying into your car and driving back to the apartment asap.

it doesn’t help that right before you left for your date, jason had just gotten back from a run and hadn’t showered yet, wearing shorts and no shirt and glistening with sweat and flushed cheeks as he chugged water in the kitchen. you were on edge the entire date, with jason in the back of your mind, because christ he’s gorgeous.

you get home in a huff and jason’s in the living room now, absentmindedly watching some show on netflix. he’s showered and cozy at this point, in gray sweats and an old t-shirt, and you swear you can smell his body wash from here, and jesus christ you really do need to get laid, and he asks how the date went and you want nothing more than to jump his bones and tell him you never wanna go on another date again unless it’s with him

literally me right now i have a date tomorrow and i am just...ugh.

anyway i agree i agree i agree.

you get all pretty and you walk out the door smelling nice and hope it'll at least be a good time (jason is quietly seething in the kitchen because i like to think this is set after he realises he's so attracted to you and he's just. so jealous. he's too consumed with that to notice the way you eye him as you're on your way out)

but you come home with a pout and way too early for the hours you'd put into preparing yourself for it, and jason is no help to your pent up self because he takes a look at you and makes an 'aw' sound in his throat that's a little sympathetic and a little amused. and he just looks so...like he belongs in your home (even beyond the fact that it's his home too) that you're fighting back the urge to kiss him as you slump on the couch next to him and steal a bite of his stir fry. and usually he'd hold it away from you but he just passes the bowl over silently and puts on a movie while talking about something stupid.

you have to sit through two hours of the movie pretending you aren't incredibly frustrated by the proximity, biting your tongue so hard so you don't tell him all the things you want him to do.

sigh

#love letters 💌#jay my heart #roommate!jason #loverboy 💌

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theatricalfangirl · 2 months

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I’m 2 episodes in to the new Avatar the Last Airbender and I’ve got some thoughts. I was cautiously optimistic about this show, and I’m still holding firm to that until I finish it.

I’m not sure how I feel about Iroh so far, I liked that he and Aang had a conversation when Zuko first captured him. I don’t know if I like how blunt he is with his nephew, he basically said “Yeah your dad doesn’t love you.” And I feel like, Iroh is supposed to be the wise old mentor and to just come right out and say that threw me off kilter.

Suki is cool if a little thirsty, I love the Kyoshi warriors costumes and makeup being so true to the original. I liked that Suki and Sokka sparred and had their cute little moments. Honestly, I can’t blame Suki for having a crush on Sokka, me too girl. I do wish they included the warriors teaching him more about their culture and educating him on why they’re “not just warriors. They’re Kyoshi warriors.”

Also! Live action Avatar Kyoshi! She was hard on Aang, but that’s exactly what I would expect of her. Lady lived 200 years as an amazing avatar only to be followed by Roku who was a C- at best and died trying to fight a volcano. Now she’s got a pacifist air bender who, unintentionally I’ll grant, abandoned the world. I’d be pissed too.

I haven’t really formed an opinion yet on Sokka, beyond I think he and Suki are cute together. He doesn’t seem as misogynistic as he was at first in the cartoon and I like that and don’t at the same time. He’s funny, but I really liked the character growth.

Katara is not my favorite right now. She’s supposed to be an angry character, she has rage, she’s emotional, she feels things deeply. She seems like they focused more on her kind, soft, “girlish” qualities than really letting her feel and act on all her feelings. I’m hoping Pakku will flip the switch and set off her feminist rage. She’s also getting waterbending really fast, I kinda like that in some ways, I feel like it’ll give us hope when she fights Pakku that she might have a chance to beat him.

Aang is a kid, and the cartoon emphasized this especially in the early seasons with his behavior. You can tell he’s a child in the Netflix show too, the size difference between him and Kyoshi makes it pretty obvious, but I feel like they could do more with it. Maybe they will, like I said, I’m not all the way through yet.

Zuko, I am living for this chaos child. Throwing a tantrum because Aang stole his diary? Iconic, I love it. Zuko as an art kid? I always saw him as a theatre kid, but I’ll accept the crossover. My boy is trying so hard, he’s consistent so far, and I think he’s my favorite.

None of what I’ve said is meant as criticism of the actors, they’re all doing amazing and even if the show isn’t the same as the original that’s okay! I know the live action will be different because they’re translating one medium to another and they HAVE to change things. These are all my opinions and you are not obligated to share them.

#avatar the last airbender #avatar the last Airbender Netflix #avatar aang #sokka #katara #uncle iroh #prince zuko #atla suki #avatar kyoshi

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praxeus-13 · 2 years

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Would you write river x general neutral reader cuddling at night (nothing nsfw please) and river gets cuddly and soft, and she tells reader that everything is gonna be okay in the end? 👉👈 Just been having a rough time lately and really need her, haha

(or honestly any scenario of her being soft and comfy and cozy! She brings me so much comfort)

Darling

Pairing: River Song x Reader

Word Count: 850

Summary: See above

Warnings: None

For: Anon

A/N: Anon I am soooo sorry this took so long! I was having writer's block :( I hope you’re doing better now, and if not I hope this cheers you up!

You’d had worse than a bad day, worse than a bad week. At the very least you’d had a bad month. It was the annoying kind of bad month, where instead of having one or two big events to blame your emotional distress on, it was just many little things slowly adding up overtime. Today had just been the final straw, too many people bothering you at work, too many things not going right, you returned home completely exhausted.

Unfortunately, as you opened the door to your home, you saw the very last thing you needed right now - River’s TARDIS. Or rather, The Doctor’s TARDIS, that River had borrowed (stolen) away for the night. She’d show up randomly, drag you into the box with wild promises and give you the time of your life. However, while River did always take you where she said she would, your adventures often ended up with the two of you running from some sort of trouble - usually when she stole artefacts from wherever you were. River stood leaning against the TARDIS doors, a drink in her hand evidence that she’d raided your fridge, and as soon as she saw you she perked up.

“Ah, there you are darling, I was beginning to question whether I’d got the timing right. Now I have a lovely evening planned out for us-” River was clearly about to start her ‘sales pitch’, and usually you would be all ears, but tonight you interrupted.

“River, I’m sure that whatever you’ve got planned is lovely, but I’m really not in the mood. All I want to do is lie down and rest.” Part of you felt bad for saying no to her, but you knew that if you went with her you’d just feel worse.

River looked slightly shocked for a moment, before quickly recovering, “Well it’s not what I had planned, but I’d certainly be up for a night in if you need it.”

Now it was your turn to look shocked, “Uh, are you sure? I mean I’m really not up for anything, I’ve had a shitty few weeks.”

“Y/N, I love our adventures, but I love you more. So go change and have a shower while I make dinner.” She booped you on the nose before spinning on her heel and waltzing into your kitchen.

You stood there dumbfounded for a moment, before edging your way around the police box sat in your living room and heading towards your bedroom.

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Just over half an hour later you stepped back into your living room with a new, comfier set of clothes on and damp hair. Enticed by the smells, you made your way towards your kitchen, stopping in the doorway to watch as River started to dish up. She caught sight of you and smiled as she added the sauce into the bowls of pasta.

“Go sit down darling, I’ll bring these through in a moment.”

You did as she asked, sitting on the sofa and starting to flick through Netflix to see the latest films available. Finding one that looked good, you put it on just as River handed you your food and sat down next to you.

“Thank you River, I really needed this.” You told her earnestly.

She laughed, “You haven’t even tried it yet darling.”

“I meant-“ You started to correct her, though she cut you off.

“I know, now eat your food and shush so we can watch this film.”

You smiled lovingly at her in response, obeying her command without protest.

Later, when your pasta was long gone and the movie credits were rolling on the screen, you were curled up in your lover’s arms contentedly. River reached forward to grab the remote and turned your TV off completely, before increasing her tight hold on you.

“You know you can always call me if you need, and I’ll come running.” She was speaking in a soft tone, one that you were sure could lull you to sleep.

“Are you sure? You seem to have a busy life, I don’t ever want to get in the way of that just because I’m feeling a bit down.” You replied groggily.

River grabbed your cheek and tilted your head to look at her, “If you need me, you call, I’m a time traveller remember?”

You nodded and laughed softly at the reminder. “Even if I just need you to tell me that everything’s gonna be okay in the end?”

“Especially if you need me to tell you that everything’s gonna be okay in the end.”

You hummed softly at the thought, life would always have it ups and downs, but it would be nice to have someone to brighten up your days when you were feeling down. Snuggling back into your previous position, you closed your eyes and listened to River’s heartbeat as you started to fall asleep.

“Y/N?” River’s voice was even softer now, and you simply hummed in response, “Everything will be okay in the end, I promise.”

You smiled to yourself, glad that you got the affirmation, before you finally fell asleep in your lover’s arms.

#river song x reader #river song #doctor who reader insert #river song x you

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frostandflamesfanfic · 2 years

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The Simple Things (Strange x Ace!Reader)

The Simple Things (Rated T)

Request?: YES (For Anon)

Pairing: Stephen Strange x Asexual!Fem!Reader (Romantic)

Warnings: Quite a few here; anxiety, fear of coming out, self-deprecation, acephobia, slight homophobia (if you squint). ASEXUALITY IS A REAL ORIENTATION, FOLKS. Don't think you're less than beautiful people just because you don’t feel the same as others do, because you are amazing -- Happy Pride!

Summary: For you, relationships were about having a serious connection. After years of being with others fixated on "fixing" you, you had all but given up hope of finding happiness and love. Enter Stephen Strange. When Stephen convinces you to go to your high school class reunion, you happen to overhear a comment that makes you uncomfortable. Can you still have your happily ever after?

Baby blue green eyes. They were the first sight that greeted you in the morning and the last thing you saw before you allowed yourself to drift into the endless void of sleep. It was those same eyes that you were currently scanning for throughout the room.

There were so many people around. It was almost like you were suffocating, which was odd. You’ve never been claustrophobic before in your life. It wasn’t that you hadn’t been around this many people, either – you lived in Greenwich Village, for God’s sake. Maybe there was just something about being around people who tormented you for four years and made your life a living hell.

Yeah, that would most definitely do the trick.

It was the fifteen year reunion for your graduating class. You honestly weren’t even sure why you had made the decision to even go to the event. In high school, you never were the most popular. You were a bit of a wallflower, forced to go into hiding after endless teasing and harassment. While everyone else was out sneaking beer and hooking up in their parents’ pool- which was beyond unsanitary and would cause more problems down the line- you were content with coffee and a book in the library.

Unlike your classmates, sex was never a priority for you. You understood its purpose and how it could be fulfilling for some. You weren’t afraid of it. It just didn’t appeal to you. There were far better things out there that could give your relationship purpose. It was the simple things; small acts of kindness to show you truly cared for the other person. None of your past relationships could grasp the concept. It turned out sex was an important part of a romantic connection. The minute you flinched from their advances, they would always try to “fix” you.

“Baby girl,” they would say as they ran a hand against your side. You would grimace at the feeling of their invasive fingers under your shirt, tracing circles on the skin it found. To you, it was crossing a personal boundary. “You’re so beautiful. You just haven’t found the right person yet. Let me show you.”

As the years went on, you continued to go through the motions with lovers…if you’d even call them that. Every time you would establish a connection- a meaningful one- with someone, they would disappear the minute they found out you didn’t want to sleep with them. There were instances where you would curl up in your room wondering why you felt like this. Was there something wrong with you? Was what you wanted really so wrong?

It was around that time you had decided you had enough. You were tired of constantly feeling there was something wrong with you, where people would belittle you for your comforts every chance they had. If there wasn’t a person that could accept how you felt, then maybe you would just be better off alone. Sure, it hurt knowing you wouldn’t be able to have a connection with someone in the way you would like. There was nothing you wanted more than someone to watch Netflix and eat pizza until midnight, hold you while you cried over bad days, place kisses against your forehead when your anxiety got the best of you. Yet, you could never find that.

That all changed when you met Doctor Stephen Strange.

The two of you had met at the deli across town from the Sanctum. You were struggling to place your order, social anxiety not pairing well with your overwhelming hunger. While you were waiting for your name to be called, your brain was already distracted by picking apart everything you said to the cashier. You internally cringed at the way you greeted them and how many times you stumbled over your words. By the time your order was ready, you didn’t even realize you grabbed the wrong sandwich bag.

Stephen had needed to catch up with you, gently reaching for your arm in order to garner your attention. There was a sparking sensation the second he touched you. From the moment the two of you locked eyes, there was no going back. Life with Stephen was easy. Not wanting to risk falling too hard too fast, you somehow found the courage to explain your hesitancy to be intimate. To your surprise, he actually understood.

Stephen never pushed you into doing things you hated or made you uncomfortable. There would be nights the two of you would stay in the Sanctum’s library reading, just enjoying each other’s company. Sometimes you would cook together in the kitchen- easy meals, though, as neither of you were Michelin star chefs. It was beautiful and wonderful all at once. At the same time, you found yourself becoming afraid of messing it up. Surely there would come a time where Stephen would have enough of waiting for any intimacy. What if he changed his mind about your boundaries? Would he think he could fix you, too?

You had tried to fight the fear, truly you did. Yet they persisted and you began to find it more difficult to not give in. You ultimately decided that in order to prevent any future heartbreak, you needed to distance yourself from the sorcerer bit by bit. It led you to becoming nervous and tongue-tied around him – more than usual, anyway. When he noticed your anxieties, he encouraged you to try and see a therapist. He helped you to find someone you’d feel comfortable speaking with and was always willing to talk to you about anything, granted you brought it up to him.

That was the thing with Stephen: he never pressured you into doing something you didn’t want. It was because of him you discovered you were asexual. Even though it didn’t change anything, by having a title, a label, just something to explain how you felt. . .it was almost a relief. There wasn’t anything wrong with you. You were normal. You nearly broke down at the thought of knowing everything you had criticized yourself about was a lie.

It had taken you a bit of time to feel comfortable enough to come out to Stephen, who was officially your boyfriend by then. Your therapist had suggested you set boundaries, being prepared to end the relationship if any new pressures were added. If he can’t appreciate what you are willing to give, Doctor Morrison’s words echoed in your mind, then he isn’t worth having.

When you finished explaining what it meant for the two of you, you were surprised to see a smile on his face. “What’s wrong?” you had asked.

“Nothing,” the tall dark-haired sorcerer spoke as he stood up. “I’m just really proud of you.” He held you at arms length, blue-green eyes locked onto yours. There was an emotion hidden behind them, one you couldn’t really place. Was this really what pride looked like? Stephen leaned down to hesitantly capture your lips with his own, touch gentle and slow. “You can always tell me no. Always.”

You had never felt happier than you ever had that day. If it wasn’t for Stephen, it may have been years before you finally realized what you needed. You may have let your fear get the better of you and lost your chance at happiness with him in the process.

In fact, Stephen was the reason you were here tonight. When he saw the invite in the mail pile, he immediately asked if you were planning on attending. You told him no; what was the point in going when you haven't done much in your life? Reunions were times to brag about how superficially perfect your life was. It was a place for people to fight for the spotlight – something you never were particularly fond of. You didn’t want to jinx any progress you were making at that point, nor go through the humiliating process of being ripped to shreds for the first time since high school.

“I think you should go,” Stephen countered. It was a bit of a shock to you, given how you’ve told him about your hellish high school experience. Why would he want you to go back to relive the trauma after you just started to break away from it? “Show them the person you’ve become.” He paused to give you a bit of a wink. “Besides, I can get a closer look at where my beautiful girlfriend grew up. If things go south, I think Wong would be able to overlook a few transformed humans in the basement.”

When you still hesitated, Stephen sighed. “Look,” he tried again, pressing a kiss to your forehead. The sweet gesture sent a shiver down your spine and you felt your face begin to heat up with the promise of a blush. Only he had the ability to make you feel like this. “You’re making progress and you should be proud of yourself, just like I am of you. You don’t have to say anything about it – you just deserve a day where you get to get dressed up and kick some ass. Preferably not mine.”

You weaved your way through the crowd of people schmoozing over thin stemmed glass champagne flutes. Eyes tore through the room, pleading with the universe to allow them to find your boyfriend. Things hadn’t changed much since the days you were roaming the halls as a teenager. Drinks were plentiful and flirting was considered a social courtesy.

Unfortunately for you, Marsha Collins, the former class president, had made it her mission to stop you in your tracks. She clearly wanted to be sure you knew how much she had forgotten you. “Oh my god!” she exclaimed. “I almost missed you! You look so good, so much different!” She tossed a handful of her platinum blonde hair behind her. “I heard you’re dating someone? I remember you were going through that whole celibacy thing in high school!! Everyone thought you were going to be a nun!”

You cleared your throat as she continued laughing. They used that joke they had in high school and they were still using it now. As you tried to defend yourself, you cringed at the fact that your voice cracked and stuttered. “I-I am dating someone. An Ave-avenger, actually.”

“Whoa, good for you.” You couldn’t help the microsmirk that tugged at your lips. “How good was the score?”

“...pardon?”

“You know, how good was he?”

You could feel your face burst into flames as your anxiety began to kick in. It was just like high school all over again. All you wanted to do was run into the bathroom to hide. In an attempt to get out of the conversation, you abruptly excused yourself from the conversation and raced into the school hallways. You pulled your phone out of your clutch and dialed Stephen’s number, only to reach voicemail on the fifth ring.

You ran a hand down against your face as you sighed in frustration. No one understood it. They only wanted to make you feel insignificant. You had just started to welcome the idea of your newfound identity and here they were trying to tear it down. While you wandered through the hall, you heard a series of laughter and a familiar richly deep voice.

“Oh god,” the voice you recognized to be Patrick Marduso, “there goes Elizabeth and Maxine. I think I’d jump off a bridge if I were in a sexless marriage like theirs. I mean, it’s bad enough that they’re married, but could you imagine the bedroom between them…” He let out a low groan. “Hot.”

That’s when you heard a familiar laugh in the crowd. A sound you had grown to love within your home. Stephen was laughing at something as humiliating as that. Not only that, but you could barely contain yourself with the next question.

“I'm sure she keeps you satisfied," Patrick mentioned in what you assumed was regards to you.

“Pardon?” the shuffling of feet came to a halt as Stephen contemplated the other male’s question.”

“I’m talking about your girlfriend, dude!” Patrick was smug now. “You know, I always thought she was hot. But then she went and did that whole celibacy thing and got us all screwed over. Nobody could get her to do anything. It became a bit of a bet to see who could get to her first.”

Stephen nodded. “Well, I can assure you I'm plenty satisfied.” What?

There was a smack sound as Patrick clapped a palm against your boyfriend’s shoulder. “My guy!” he exclaimed, speech slightly slurred from too many trips to the champagne refill table. “Glad to see someone could get her to open up! You got it good, man. I mean, damn, did you see her in that dress tonight? You’re in for something tonight.”

When the next laugh escaped from your boyfriend, you felt your heart shatter into pieces. “I think it’s the other way around,” Stephen replied with a chuckle. “She’s going to have a night that she’ll never forget.”

That did it. The wolf whistle from Patrick, along with a shouting of, “my man!” was enough to send you over the edge. Without another thought, you sent a text to Stephen telling him you needed to leave. You also told him you needed to talk after he returned home from his new friends.

You didn’t waste any time after returning to the Sanctum to peel the dress off of your form and snuggle into a baggy sweatsuit. Before you left, you were actually proud of your appearance. Everything had hugged the best curves of your body in the best way possible. You looked good and most importantly you felt good. Now you couldn’t get away from the mirror fast enough.

The fears you had worked so hard to prevent came back like a phoenix from the ashes. You had been so proud of the progress you were making, not to mention the connection you had with Stephen. You knew you should have just laughed everything off. It wasn’t your previous classmates’ business to know what happened behind closed doors. Yet the minute they started to peel at your layers, you felt exposed and you hated that feeling. Suddenly, you were back in high school, hiding in the girl’s bathroom just waiting for everything to just stop.

“Darling?” Stephen’s voice called the minute you curled up on your side of your shared bed. You could hear his quick pace as he checked through the Sanctum. He swore loudly when he tripped over a rug and collided with an object in the hallway. “Damn it, where are you?”

You didn’t want to alert him of your presence in the bedroom, but a small part of you felt bad about letting him panic for your safety. “In here,” you called quietly.

A sigh of relief sounded from the sorcerer and he shuffled his way through the door frame. Even though you were frustrated with him, you still couldn’t help but to admire how nice he looked in his suit. You rarely had an opportunity to see him in anything else than his robes and Cloak of Levitation. A small smile threatened to slip out when you noticed how the black jacket made his blue-green eyes just pop in the dim light of your bedroom.

“Hey,” he spoke softly and moved to kneel next to the bed. “What’s going on? Are you feeling alright? Is that why you left?”

After a shaky intake of breath, you closed your eyes to prepare your question. You had never been a confrontational person, but this was Stephen. This was the love of your life. You wanted things to work out between the two of you – they just had to. In order to move past this, though, you just needed to know. “Why would you tell them that, Stephen?”

“Tell who what?” The dark haired man in front of you frowned in confusion.

“You told Patrick that you were satisfied!”

“So I can’t tell them that I’m comfortable with our relationship?!” he retorted, voice raised ever-so-slightly. “Because I am. What we have-”

“They probably thought you were talking about sex.”

Your boyfriend shrugged. “So what if they did? How is it their business?” he countered. “I wasn’t going to say anything about you that would make you uncomfortable-”

“Because, Stephen!! They’re going to think the worst of me!” You were fuming now as you tugged at the roots of your hair, beyond frustrated at this point. “God, did you even think about how this could have affected me?” You could feel your chest heaving as breathing became increasingly difficult to take air into your lungs. “Did you not hear the things they said to me?!”

This flustered the tall man in front of you. He hadn’t seen you like this in a long time. “What did they say?” His voice was firm and his jaw set in a hard line. His shaking hands gathered into fists. “What did they say to you that got you so upset? Tell. Me.”

“It wasn’t so much what they said,” you admitted. “More like how they…made me feel…”

Stephen’s facial expression softened. His eyebrows lifted and he reached over to gently cradle the side of your face. “Sweetheart,” he tried again. “What happened?”

You couldn’t stop the tears from welling up in your eyes. “How can you put up with me?” your voice was barely a whisper between sobs that unexpectedly ripped from your throat. “Why haven’t you pushed me away yet? How could you want to stay with someone that was so broken for so long?”

“Why?” Stephen was surprised yet again. “Because I love you with all of my heart,” he started. “You should know that…that isn’t easy for me to admit. The last time I let myself fall in love, I lost her for so many reasons; most of those being because I was a huge jerk. I put myself and my job first in everything. It put so much pressure on me to compensate for the time I was away. When I met you, I made a vow I would never make the same mistake again.

“What we have, darling, is special. You…you’ve made me a better person. The time we share together is special to me. You’ve shown me how it’s the simplest of things that can make life worth living. Sitting down to a home cooked dinner with you every night, holding you in my arms while you sleep… That’s all that matters. And I want to hold onto that feeling for as long as I can,” Stephen shifted in his position to reach into his jacket pocket. “That’s why I wanted to ask you…if you’d be willing to marry me?”

A small gasp escaped your lips as he flipped open a red velvet box to reveal the most beautiful ring you’ve ever seen. It was a simple gold band, but it held a teardrop diamond in the center that sparkled in the moonlight streaming in from the window.

“Stephen,” his name hardly left your lips before you were nodding excessively. You realized in that moment there was nothing else you wanted more than to know he would be yours forever. He was the one person in the world you knew would always understand and support you. He made you feel like the most important person in his life, just like he was in yours. “Yes, yes, a million times yes.”

A wide grin stretched across your boyfriend’s, now fiance’s, face. While he slipped the ring onto your finger, you could hear a quiet chanting of three words you’ll remember for as long as you live. “I love you,” he whispered as he pressed a few kisses against your face and cheeks, causing you to giggle uncontrollably. “I love you so much.”

“So when you said, ‘she’s going to have a night that she’ll never forget’…” you realized with a small smile.

“I was going to bring us back home, make us hot chocolate, and give you this big speech about how proud I was of you and how I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you, yes,” Stephen rambled with a short nod.

You couldn’t help but press a kiss to his lips. “I love you,” you whispered and you genuinely meant it. With Stephen, you knew you could be yourself. The two of you could care less what you were doing. It could be the simplest of things, but it would still be perfect.

All that mattered was that you were together.

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Author's Note: Well, here we are. Happy June 1st, everyone! To say I was nervous about writing this fic is an understatement. I'm always a bit anxious when it comes to writing for LGBTQ+ characters mainly because I'm always concerned about getting the representation right. As someone who identifies as part of the community, it can always be frustrating to see something done halfway or just skimmed over for whatever reason. Either way, anon, I hope I did it justice!! <3

As usual, leave a like, a comment, and even a cheeky reblog to help me out with the algorithm here. I plan on opening requests up again sometime soon (hopefully before the summer ends, while I still have some time between uni work). Until next time, little sparks!

PS: Also as a side comment, when I looked up gifs for "asexual doctor strange," it came up with BBC Sherlock. I just about died laughing at how accurate that was. Hopefully there are a few people out there that actually get this joke lol

#frostandflamesfanfic #doctor strange x reader #doctor strange #stephen strange x reader #marvel mcu #stephen strange fanfiction #doctor strange fanfiction #benedict cumberbatch #doctor strange fluff #doctor strange imagine #lgbtq #lgbtq community #ace!reader #romantic relationship #marvel pride #dr stephen strange

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tellmeastorytblr · 2 years

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I watched the 7 lives of Lea on Netflix a while ago. It’s overall a very good watch, but there is something that bothered me about it. I’m about to spoil some parts of the show now so if you haven’t watched it yet and want to in the future, stop right there.

Now, let’s be real, there are a lot of problematic things about that show, but the one thing that bothers me the most about it is the fact that we discover in the fourth of fifth episode of the season that Ismael was having a relationship with Patricia. Well, more like they had a friends with benefits situation. At least that’s how the writers were trying to portray whatever they had going on which was deeply messed up. Like Patricia could literally be his mother and he was a teenager! I understand that the writers needed to find something that would tie these two characters together for the mystery aspect of the show but literally any other type of relationship would’ve worked. I feel like the writers just wanted to put these two together because they needed a little plot twist regarding the mysterious person Ismael was writing his song about. Which bring me to my next point. The song should’ve been about Stephane. It would’ve made everything so much better. First, that would’ve been an actual good twist. Discovering that the song wasn’t about Lea’s mother but about her father, AMAZING. Plus, i feel like it would’ve worked better with the theme of forbidden love Ismael was trying to communicate through the song. I don’t think i would’ve made them date tho. I think it would’ve been even more tragic if they had both been pining for each other the entire time without the other ever knowing. Because then, it’s like Stephane has to live his life thinking that he killed the first boy he ever loved and that his love was unrequited. So much miss opportunities.

#the 7 lives of lea

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I finally watched the entire first season of Neil Gaiman’s The Sandman on Netflix. Like others who grew up loving the graphic novels, I was apprehensive about this TV series. When I got the first six volumes 25 years ago, these collection of stories within a story about epic mythology sprinkled with piercing mortality, brought to life through beautiful words and occasionally dark images, just stuck in my brain throughout my college years. And now my oldest son is almost a teenager! He’s snuck a peek at the comics, but (I’m) not quite ready to let him read or watch them all yet…

However, I AM glad Neil Gaiman never gave up on insisting to tell the Dream King’s endless story the right way. The TV series benefited from that clear direction and cinematography — you could almost sense the passion from everyone involved across the script, casting, acting, special effects, soundtrack, costume and art design. It’s an incredible adaptation that stays true to the essence of the story arc (or rather, stories?) while allowing for some thoughtful, contemporary updates.

Netflix, why haven’t you renewed it yet?! This show is easily the best programme you’ve had in recent months. Besides prompting a long overdue re-read of all the comics again, here are some added links I found — from creator / cast interviews to fanfic :)

IBC behind the scenes to the TV series

BBC journey from comic to Netflix

Netflix Geeked full cast official after show (spoilers)

Netflix Geeked date and trailer reveal cast panel (non-spoilers)

Vanity Fair official trailer breakdown with Neil

Jake’s Takes cast talk

Entertainment Weekly interview with Neil and Tom

2022 San Diego Comic Con full panel

Netflix interview with Mason Alexander Park on Desire

Netflix explaining The Sandman’s Season 1 ending

IGN on the (great) changes to Calliope

Rolling Stones interview with Neil

Josh Horowitz’s Happy Sad Confused with Neil

A final word by aLittleBirdToldMe (Lucifer Morningstar)

A draught of cool water by keelywolfe (Lucifer Morningstar, Nada references)

The foolish little thing called Hope by Picture_Yourself (Sleep of the Just AU, H/C, Jessamy didn’t die, Robert Burgess, Hob Gadling)

Nightmare & Sins by GhostShade (Sleep of the Just AU, H/C, Johanna Constantine, OFC, Ethel Dee; Matthew)

Glass and Iron by Blue_Sunshine (Sleep of the Just, Corinthian)

Spite is as good a reason as any by Blue_Sunshine (Sleep of the Just AU, Hob Gadling, Johanna Constantine, Paul Maguire)

A glass sphere and a painted circle by RadAceFriend (Sleep of the Just AU, Jessamy)

A little fear is a good thing by canis_cosmos (Lost Hearts AU, Corinthian, Lucienne, Fiddler’s Green)

So live by AmbitiousWitch (The Wake comics, missing conversation, Morpheus/Calliope)

Poets and dreamers (Morpheus/Calliope)

Meanwhile, I’ll be dreaming of the next season….

#the sandman #neil gaiman #netflix #dream of the endless #sandman #morpheus #fanfic #interviews #oneiros

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The Siren and The Vampire

Ok so this is a new book I'm working on, I think it will be really good but idk,I took some inspo from the Netflix show First Kill, but not a ton so it's very different. Uh there's really no description. Enjoy 😊.

I winced as Will wrapped my hand. “Serena, you need to be more careful.” Will scolded me.

“Yeah like it was my fault he stabbed a PENCIL THROUGH MY HAND!” I yelled, shoving my half wrapped palm in front of his face. He gently tugged it back down so he could finish wrapping it.

“I know it wasn’t your fault, but you need to be more careful around them, especially since the whole ‘drama’ between our two groups.” Will stated, as he finished wrapping up my hand.

“I will Uncle. I promise.” I replied, holding my hand close to my chest. He got up and patted my shoulder, then he walked away without another word. I sat in silence for a few minutes until I got up and went to our gym and started to send flames towards the wall. Suddenly I was interrupted by a knock at the front door.

“Serena! Can you get that!” Will yelled.

“Sure!” I yelled back, sending one last flame at the wall.

I got up to the front door and opened it. Immediately met with a face I did not want to see. “What the hell are you doing here?” I growled, a blue flame bursting in my right hand.

“Woah! Woah! Calm down for a second.” He pleaded, putting his hands up.

“Calm down?! Like hell!” I responded with venom in my voice, raising my flame encased hand.

“Please!” He announced.

“Serena? Who's at the door?” Will questioned, walking over. I swore under my breath and muttered a sleeping spell on him. Will’s voice slowly trailed off as I heard him collapse on the couch.

“You have one minute to explain why I shouldn't incinerate you, what the hell you are doing here, and how the hell you found where I live.” I stated, looking him in the eyes, my right hand still raised above my head.

“Ok! Ok. I found where you lived because I saw you walk here a bit ago. I wanted to apologize because I thought you were going to kill me or something so I stabbed a pencil through your hand. And please don’t blast me with flames.” He said all in one breath. I lowered my hand to my side.

“The hell would I kill you for?” I asked, my accent shining through loudly.

“I don’t know. Just with all the conflict between Witches and Vampires?” He stated, hesitantly lowering his hands.

“I don’t have a reason to kill anyone, it didn’t involve me.” I remarked. My phone started to vibrate violently in my pocket. I told him to stay quiet. “Helloooo, Willow!” I said faking cheeriness.

“Why isn’t uncle answering his phone?”

“he uh” I looked over to the couch “He’s sleeping”

“oh, ok. Well when he wakes up tell him that i arrived in germany and will be home whenever this shit is over "

"Aye aye captain.” I remarked, sarcastically.

“Don’t be a smart ass sister.”

“I am not!”

“Yeah ok whatever.”

“I got to go, I’ll tell Uncle to call you later.”

“Why, do you have better things to do than talk to your sister, who -may I add- you haven’t seen since the start of all this shit.”

“Yes. Oh yeah that reminds me, THANKS FOR TELLING ME ASSHOLE!” I yelled.

“I didn’t think it was important to mention.”

“Oh yeah because not telling me that we are at war with another group of people isn't important?”

“Vamps you mean.”

“Whatever, ok but I seriously got to go. Talk to you later bye.” Hanging up before she could say anything else. “Sorry about that, annoying sister called.” I stated, turning back to him.

“Uh, it’s fine.” He said standing awkwardly in my doorway.

“Anything else, or are you gonna stand there all night.” Putting my non hurt hand on my hip.

“Not really, my name is Ethan by the way. I know, such an original vampire name” He mentioned. This prompted me to start laughing.

“It’s fine.” I said, catching my breath from laughing.

“I have to go, I'll see you at school,” he said, turning.

“Wait. We can’t really talk to each other. My sister is a huge ass wipe about this shit” I remarked.

“Right. How about we meet up soon.” he said, before taking a look at my untrusting countenance. “When we start to trust each other more.” He added.

“Sure-”

“Serena…” Will grumbled sleepily.

“Go! Before he screams at me and does something dumb he will regret.” I whispered. Ethan hesitated before turning into the shape of a bat and flying away. Will walked over to me.

“Who was at the door?” He questioned as I shut the door.

“I don’t know, some rando delivery driver that got the wrong house.” I said with a sigh.

“Ok…” he questioned suspiciously.

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Does Lucas on the line talk about Billy (derogatory) at all? On one hand I would hate to see people make Lucas’s book about him of all people but. That seems like a pretty significant moment of racism lucas faced. If it doesn’t come up at all I smell something fishy from the duffers bc it seems like they don’t want to admit Billy’s a racist even though it was blatantly obvious. But apparently (I haven’t verified this so I could be wrong) the scene where Jonathon takes pictures of Nancy in s1 has been removed so stranger things seems more than willing to pull some strings to revise their flawed white boys’ entire characters.

Absolutely no hate intended to the author I really suspect if this is the case they were told they weren’t allowed to shine certain negative lights on “redeemed” characters

Hi! Thank you for the ask, sorry for just now getting to answering it, I wanted to take the time to answer it properly and with the quote from the book. A couple of disclaimers to start off with: I am white, so obviously can't speak about any of these topics through my own experiences, and only as a viewer of the show and a fan of Lucas as a character and having read the book. And also, I hate B*lly (may he rot in hell) and won't stand for any apologism and I have always read his treatment of Lucas as obviously racist from the start. So just a reminder that if you are a B*lly fan, my blog is not for you.

Starting off with the last topic you brought up, the ST writers room twitter confirmed that they have not edited or removed scenes from any earlier episodes. I also wanted to see for myself to be sure so I went and checked since I have the episode downloads, and the scene on Netflix now is the same it's always been. So that was just a rumor, they haven’t gone and changed anything (and in the case of that scene of Jonathan taking the pictures, there’s no way they could’ve easily taken it out without also having to remove later scenes as well, it just wouldn’t be doable.)

Okay so now onto your actual question, sorry for such a longwinded answer haha! So B*lly is mentioned in the book a couple times, but there isn’t a lot of focus on him, which I appreciated, the less we have to hear about that piece of shit, the better. The times he comes up are mostly in relation to Max and her trauma, or the consequences of his death on her and her family's life, and aren’t elaborated on that much.

The most significant point in which B*lly comes up is the following passage:

"She always said she didn’t consider Billy family, but there’s something about seeing a person die before your eyes. I will admit I absolutely hated Billy for how he treated her, how he treated me. But standing right there, watching the Spider Monster dig into his chest like he was a throwaway mannequin—it still gives me nightmares. She cried a lot that night—and many days after—and there was nothing I could do but try to be there for her. A part of me wanted to be upset, to say, Billy made your life a living hell. When she later told me something he once said about me being bad news for her, it made me even angrier. He didn’t know me, but thought I was a problem? And what did he base that on? A part of me thought maybe he deserved what happened to him, that maybe the Mind Flayer chose him as a vessel for destruction because he already had so much darkness in his heart. Because Billy was a destroyer himself. But no one deserves to die like that. And no one deserves to watch that happen to family."

So that part is really interesting as it highlights Lucas’s struggle of understanding Max’s pain and its complexity, and then also the fact that he did hate B*lly and in a way thought he deserved to die. It is interesting how similar his thoughts are to Max’s monologue in the s4 finale, about hating B*lly for making Max’s life a living hell and thinking he deserved what happened to him, but then feeling guilty for thinking that.

B*lly’s racist treatment of Lucas isn’t spelled out but reading between the lines of reading his point of view, it’s quite clear that he knows that’s what it was. And I mean, in an interview after volume 2 Caleb himself talked about B*lly being racist, so if it wasn’t clear before (to me it has been clear even since he referred to Lucas as “certain type of person to stay away from”) it sure is now. And all in all the book does not shy away from discussing Lucas’s experience as a Black boy living in a rural, mostly-white town, and the author has said it was important to him as someone who also grew up being both Black and a nerd, that that dynamic and identity was explored. And I thought that it was a really well done and added a lot of depth.

So to answer to your question: No, I didn't get the impression that the author was made, or the book was trying to downplay or redeem B*lly in any way. He is not in focus in any way, and only discussed in relation to Lucas trying to understand Max's complicated situation and feelings after his death.

#answered #lucas on the line #again i am not Black so i can't really talk about racism and other topics the book explored in much depth #but i am a proud b*lly hater so i'm speaking on that merit #and i didn't get the impression at all that the text in any way redeemed him #kaisa talks

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