#this the only thing i've ever written that literally made me tear up
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oscar's logan's girl * ls2 op81
oscar truly never thought he would ever see the girl that was the cause of his first ever heartbreak
pairings: logan sargeant oscar piastri x fem!reader
notes: first of all, i want to thank everyone for liking the first part to this huhuhu i PERSONALLY think this is one of the fics i've written for an individual driver that has gotten this much feedback and responses... i never thought, in the 6 hours it took me to write that, that people would even like it so much... thank you for the kind words u guys <;/3
and now i would like to apologise if this did NOT go the way you thought it would... i couldn't bear hurting either logan or oscar, and holding grudges seemed like such an unlikely thing for a man of oscar's caliber... sorry if it doesn't go the way you thought <;/3
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(oscar's girl) // (f1 masterlist)
you let out the heaviest sigh, clutching onto the almost empty mercedes cup in your hand. you look over your shoulder, watching lily and carmen walk away without you in the direction of where the boys would be.
you stare at the unfamiliar, yet somehow most familiar, pair of brown eyes boring into your own. in the back of your mind, you remember the hushed giggles and how his hand used to feel in yours while you were in the streets of melbourne. you can almost remember what he sounded like when you were just kids, and the man that stands in front of you barely looks like what you remember of him.
you were devastated when you lost oscar's phone number. when you moved away to inevitably stay in the united states, you had every single intention of keeping the friendship with oscar. you just needed a week of settling in. you barely made any other meaningful friendships worth keeping in melbourne; all except the one that you had developed with oscar.
arguably, you could have done more to find him again. you could have gone on instagram, or any other social media site to try and keep the friendship alive. but you thought, after all those tears you shed before your departure, it would be better to stay away.
you only ever thought of oscar once in the past couple of years. the night before your first date with logan: you couldn't fall asleep from the nerves and anxiety. you had gotten along well over the phone, the williams driver playing his cards right every single time he would send you a text message and had your cheeks hurting from smiling too much and kicking your feet in the air.
you came across pictures of you and the young boy in melbourne, tucked away in a dusty photo album that you kept stored under your bed. you don't reminisce much: the memories you had up until you were 16 are a blur in your head. too much had happened, and the only memory that you keep with you is the fact that you moved around more than the average person.
"it's been a while," you finally speak, readjusting your shirt. the wet patch on your shirt, now slightly cold from the weather, your jacket doesn't really do much now to keep you warm. "how have you been?"
you can physically see the gears in oscar's head turn. his eyes bore into yours as he contemplates what he will say to you. if this had happened sooner after you had stopped talking to him, he would know what to say to you. because he spent his nights, and logan's mornings, talking about what he would say to you.
oscar presses his lips into a thin line. he has two choices now: unload the frustration he's forgotten about as he grew into an adult, or just be civil with the girl he could have sworn was the love of his life at 14. you never left his mind, even after all of these years, up until the moment that he met his now girlfriend, lily. he's a firm believer that you would have lasted forever if you had just stayed.
"i've been good. i'm a race car driver now," he smiles, gesturing to the paddocks around him. he's just going to try and ignore the fact that you're dating his literal best friend. "i told you."
you throw your head back with a laugh, making oscar drop his smile in the slightest of ways. he feels his chest close in on itself at the sound you're making. sometimes he fears that he'd never truly gotten over you, but that seems more like an overreaction in normal circumstances.
oscar wasn't aware of the fact that it could very well be the truth right now.
"you always did tell me you're going to be a racer," you agree with a smile. you remember going along with him to an obscure go-kart establishment once when you were growing up. it simply wasn't your thing, but you supported him through and through even as a young 14-year-old. "small world, huh?"
oscar nods with a small smile. "so, um. what happened?"
you tilt your head. "what do you mean?"
"you stopped answering my text messages out of the blue one day after you moved," oscar laughs softly, shrugging. "did i do something wrong? what happened?"
you sigh, closing your eyes as it hits you. there is something about the way his eyes are turned down slightly, and it doesn't take a genius to tell that he's trying to smile through whatever emotion he is feeling.
and you understand it if you were to put yourself in his shoes. it's genuinely all on you: you had promised that you wouldn't drift away from him before you left. you promised him, back then, that there would come a time that would bring you back together to give your relationship a fighting chance.
keeping in contact was very essential to that promise.
you don't think of oscar. but now that you do, you can see the scene of when you were about to leave playing vividly in your head. he had asked you for one simple thing: not to drift away so that someday, you can meet again and give yourselves a real fighting chance.
because realistically, at 14, there was not much to fight for but the overwhelming surge of emotions you have for something that is often categorised as puppy love.
but oscar knew even then that there was definitely something more.
"i dropped my phone in the lake. i got a new phone and a new number," you whisper dejectedly, trying to avoid the intensity of his stare. and you're prepared to receive the brunt of his anger, understandably so after you had unintentionally ghosted him. "i'm sorry. in hindsight, i should have done more to reconnect with you - social media is powerful, after all."
oscar nods, his lips pressed into a polite smile. though you can notice him clenching his jaw as he tries to force himself not to cause a scene in such a public setting.
a setting where your boyfriend, his best friend, would be involved. and his girlfriend who doesn't deserve this type of scandal tied to her name.
"we were just kids," oscar shrugs. but there's a bitterness in his mouth that he cannot ignore for too long. there is a bubbling urge from the deepest part of his gut to scream at you for all those days he swore he was going to go crazy from the pain of suddenly losing you. "i was bummed, though, when i lost you."
bummed is an understatement. the degree to which he grieved is unspoken between him and logan.
he doesn't blame logan for being overprotective of him when lily started to come into the picture. he was sat down by the american, by the sidewalks during their morning run, asking him to think long and hard about this.
it's the only time they had spoken of the instance that oscar almost lost himself. oscar waved off his concerns and said he was sure of what he has with lily, and that's a decision that he is still very proud of.
"i was devastated. but i was also scared," you whisper with a smile. "we were 14, but what i felt for you at the time... it was bigger than us, oscar. we had no fight against something like that."
oscar smiles. "logan is good to you, i hope?"
"we only just got together a couple months ago," you nod, "but he is amazing."
oscar nudges his head towards the direction that lily and carmen had walked towards earlier. you hop off your spot to catch up as he starts to walk by his side. "i've got a girlfriend of my own now. her name's lily too."
"doesn't that get confusing when you're all together? with alex's girlfriend and yours?"
"sometimes. but we don't hang out with the older drivers often," oscar admits with a scrunch of his nose. you have to bite back a laugh at his habit, seeing that it's something that has never left him. "it's a bit awkward. logan and i are typically together more often than not."
"how come?"
"we've only got each other," oscar shrugs. " we met at a karting race when we were really young. we kept in contact when we were apart. i think i may have told you about him a couple of times - my best friend living in florida."
you purse your lips, trying to rake at your brain for a time that oscar said that to you. unfortunately, your memory doesn't go that far back into the details of what you had. "wow. there's a lot i must have forgotten. i didn't know you went way back."
oscar smiles. with the little bit of resentment he has towards you, he completely understands (at his big age) why you don't seem to remember it as well as he did.
which is why he hated that he fell in love with you. he had made you his world and the meaning of his life, causing him to fall apart and crack at your goodbye.
you were an integral part of his life, but he was just a sliver of a memory in one of the places you had stayed in for a year or two. it had taken a while to start seeing it the way he does now. he hated you for what you did for years until everything started to fall into place for him in his head.
suddenly he understood why you were hesitant to befriend him in the first place. it must not have been easy to keep leaving friends behind.
"nah, it's alright. if i had such unstable environments like you did growing up, i'd have turned out much worse than you," oscar laughs. "did you move again after you moved to washington?"
you nod again. "one more time. we moved to la after three years - you know my dad. but it wasn't as severe as moving end to end of the world from australia to the united states, i guess."
"ba- oh." you calmly turn to the side, beaming when logan approaches you with confusion on his face. "i was looking for you all over the place. lily and carmen told me you ran into an old friend?"
logan had noticed oscar before you, the bright papaya orange that oscar sports all year around is not easy to miss. "i see you met oscar! what a coincidence."
"yeah, we," you laugh, rolling your eyes playfully as you meet him halfway, "funny enough, babe. we used to go to school together. in melbourne when my dad had business there when i was younger."
oscar presses his lips together, shoving his hands into his pockets and rocks back and forth on his feet. he knows it won't take long for logan to complete the puzzle.
"oh?" logan furrows his eyebrows at you, one hand on your back protectively. "small world. oscar's actually my best friend - he's on the family fridge back in florida."
"yeah, he mentioned!" you beam, wrapping your arms around his. "who would have thought that the oscar you keep talking about is the same one i know?"
logan smiles, wrapping an arm around your shoulder. "right! so this is my guest for the weekend, man. my girlfriend - we met over the winter break. i can't believe you guys go way back! this makes it so much easier, doesn't it?"
oscar wants to run away. doesn't matter where, or how he will get there, because all he can focus on is the way you're leaning into logan's touch and the way logan's smile is so bright that it could be seen by the stars.
you clearly just had that effect on people. he's just another one of those people who fell for the welcoming aura you emit.
"did you guys know each other well?" logan asks.
oscar shares a glance with you. but he knows logan, more than you, perhaps. if logan finds out the history that you share, he will not be able to live with himself. he would leave you, leaving all three of you devastated.
so as you open your mouth to respond excitedly, oscar speaks over your mutter. "not really, just had a couple of classes together," oscar lies with a smile. he reluctantly settles for logan's excitement instead of your confusion. "we bumped into one another, i thought she looked familiar."
"oh, yeah! have you got an extra shirt i could borrow? i spilled coffee all over my top," you laugh, pulling down the zip of your jacket slightly to show him the patch.
"mate, i need to go and find lily," oscar says, reaching out to pat his friend on the shoulder. "i'll see you tonight. dinner afterwards, right?"
truthfully, he wants to ditch it. but you were both 14. it's not fair to keep holding it against you when all the odds were stacked against you both.
"absolutely. i'll see you tonight, man," logan smiles, waving at him as he walks away.
he can briefly hear your conversation as he fought all urges to turn around and glance at you.
"are you sure you want to borrow my shirt? i've only got my williams team shirts in my driver's room. i can ask someone to go out and find you one, if you'd like."
"no, of course not! i want everyone to know i'm with the williams driver, you know? announce it to the world."
logan sounds so into you, and he can't fault him for that. you've got a way with people that just reel them in. he should know - he was one of those people that were wrapped around your finger.
oscar's girl, as logan would tease during karting when he was resigned to a corner to text you after the race.
but in his head, you will always be his girl, because that's what he used to call you. that's the memory of you that will live in his head forever.
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Being drunk and complaining how you think your bf is prettier than you (genshin men x fem reader)
I'm picking the men who i think have feminine facial features for this, but if you'd like, feel free to ask for a character that hasn't been written :)
(attempted)pure fluff and having your pretty boy reassure you that youre pretty too <3
Albedo was studying your reaction to the potion he made, or 'special drink' as he'd like to call it. It was apparently supposed to taste like whatever the drinker liked most-yours just happened to be alcohol. At least he's learned that the drink will also bear whatever effects the original drink may have. Your face was warm as you drank your-how many shots have you had again? This..was alcohol right? He didn't poison you by luring you with his pretty face? Oh my fucking god he's so pretty. You gaze at his face lovingly, and suddenly shouting, "I can't believe my boyfriend is prettier than me..." You start crying. "Your so fucking gorgeous Albedo oh my god.." You hit your head on the table, surprising him. "Y/n!" he rushed to your side and caressed you forehead, which was now red. "Darling," he stated, "I think you're the prettiest person I've ever seen." You threw his hands off and pointed at him accusingly. "Albedo...we need to get you a mirror," you sob, "you are literally the prettiest thing to ever exist." you started to absolutely praise his whole fucking existence because if you dont you really dont deserve this guy hes fucking gorgeous
Kazuha was panicking at your state of mind. You were off the side of the path/road, hugging your knees and absolutely sobbing. "Y/n! Y/n!" he shook your shoulders franticly. Now, usually he's pretty calm but your the type of person to get into some deep shit whenever your alone. You looked up at kazuha, teary-eyed. This guy with his weird sense of smell could immediately smell the strong stench of alcohol on you. "My lovely and pretty boyfriend has come to save me again..." you pulled him down with a hug as he collapsed onto you. worried about hurting you he attempted to free himself, but drunk y/n is hella fucking strong, like the equivalent of being on steroids. "y/n i dont wanna hurt you or crush you..please let go.." You were not having it. "My darling kazuha..youre so fucking pretty.." you cry even harder. "how can a guy be prettier than a girl?!" this man's shoulder was drenched with tears. and despite being drunk, you noticed his shoulder was wet, so you switched to the other fucking shoulder. "Why do i have the muscles and you have the face?!?! shouldnt it be the opposite?" you cried even harder. like-damn.. kazuha looks like he jumped into the ocean and came out. admitting his defeat, kazuha now only sought to comfort you. "hey..shh..theres no need to cry love, you know i think your the prettiest girl out there right?.." he patted your head softly, whispering only the loveliest of compliments in your ear, until you fell asleep.
Kaeya laughed. This little shit knows he's gorgeous and practically flaunts his beauty, but seeing you insecure about it made him a bit sad, so why not cheer you up? "Y/n...your the woman I want to marry and you think I'd fall for someone who's not on my level?" He grins teasingly, as he places a finger on your chin and lifts your face up. "If anyone, and I mean anyone tells you otherwise, just tell me ok babe?" he peppers you with kisses, and stops you from making a mess in the tavern..If his brother were to find out, he'd for sure kick you and him out. "Kaeya, my beloved, the love of my life..." you slurred, "please stop using such a cringy name.." You were falling asleep, tired from blabbing on how pretty he was. After all it never hurt to hear such compliments from you. "Well," he smiled at you with love, "I'd like to call you my wife soon."
Heizou was currently walking just outside of inazuma city, after the tenryou commission recieved multipule complaints, he had over heard that it was near the place you'd like to hangout, he got curious and decided to check it out himself. (the commission were flabbergasted asf, well i suppose if its you then its a whole different story) And here you were, sitting on one of the larger branches of a tree crying loudly. Like...sobbing hysterically. He was surprised to say the least, you usually were quite happy go lucky. He studied you, noticing the bottle in you hand, as well as the flushed expression on your face. Just how much did you drink? You had finally noticed your curious boyfriend studying and observing you. "My pretty boyfriend the love of my life..." you slurred. suddenly, you shot down from the tree and charged at him, engulfing heizou in a tight embrace. "Woah! y/n are you alright?" he laughed, you were quite harmless when you were drunk, though that did leave you defenseless and made him a bit worried when you were without him. "you bastard..." you seethed in anger. "What the fuck is your skin routine? how are you so gorgeous? perfect? i love you soooo much heizou.." To be honest, he never recieved lots of compliments, as he was usually deemed annoying. perhaps he was good at masking it, but boy his insides were practically on fire. He loved you to the ends of the observable universe and back. he would gush at every compliment you gave him. "Y/n...you are the absolute best thing that could've happened to me, sometimes I feel like I dont even deserve you. You are the prettiest person i have ever known, and you make me the happiest. I love you so much." ok...so now he's tearing up. you, still drunk but still as in love with this lovely man as you are sober, made sure he felt loved on your walk home.
Venti is girlypop already saying every compliment that comes to mind, hell this guy is about to sing about how much he loves you and how gorgeous you are for hours, EVERYWHERE. the whole mondstat shall know how much he adores you. Thats because he's also drunk!! <3 You honestly, and swore, that you would watch him incase he does something stupid, but here you are, drunk (venti the lovely drunkard is hella good at convincing you to do stupid stuff with him.) and complaining how absolutely magnificent his face is. Although it is his deceased friends face, he takes it as you would get along with his deceased friend, and that makes him happy. a bit self concious though when you mention his physical features,(you dont just like his looks right?...right?) but he tries his best to stay positive. You know he's the anemo archon, but not that he takes on the looks of dead people. You suddenly burst into tears. "Venti i'm SO SO SORRY.." drunk venti is confused, flabbergasted, confused pikachu face kind of emotion. "Heyyyyyyy dont cry you'll make me sad to" he pats your head, a bit roughly since well he's drunk. way too much alcohol for an archon to drink. "Your pretty y/n verrrrrrrrry pretty." you shot up and look at him. "No! thats *hic*not why im *hic*crying!" you cried too much, to the point where you were hiccupping and couldnt breath (idk how to really describe it but yeah) "I made*hic* you s*hic*ad!" did you notice? In that moment, venti started to sniffle. So you noticed every little detail, even when drunk? Oh how he loved you so much. He was so so thankful to have you by his side. Now...this all happened at the angel's share, you guys were definitely banned from coming there ever again.. not even after paying off venti's rather expensive tab.
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THE END >:) it got a lil angsty but thats ok
should i do pretty adult women too ehehehehhehehehehehheheh
#genshin x reader#genshin impact x reader#genshin men x reader#genshin x female reader#albedo x reader#kazuha x reader#kaeya x reader#heizou x reader#venti x reader
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📚 10 f1 fics i've loved lately 🏎️
been thinking a lot about how to organise fic recs into some sort of sensible post, 'cus there are so many (great!) pairings and (delicious!) driver combinations, not to mention so many varying styles of fic and SUPER TALENTED WRITERS!!111!!
just gonna list a bunch in no particular order, with accompanying pics, so you can get a sense of the vibes.
'cus what is f1 rpf but all about the ✨ vibes?! 🏁
p.s. people are in this community making amazing stuff for freeee!! if you liked these please leave a kudos or a comment, it makes a writer's day 🫡
let's gooooo--
objects in the mirror by linearity (@drivestraight)
charles/max. 87k words (series), rated t then e
listen. LISTEN! charles to rbr is one of the best premises ever and i will read it in like a thousand iterations. but this fic. this fic series in particular cleared my skin, made me want to cut my hair into a bob out of sheer emotion. i would be remiss not to start with this one because its impact on my f1 rpf trajectory should be studied by science. you know when a story just jumps off the page and it's so real that it becomes your canon. a kind of meteoric inevitability. plus, i almost never cry at fics. but by the time the third act of this one hit, i just went -- damn, am i rly about to tear up at a f1 rpf fanfiction rn? (yes.)
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sawtooth by nottonyharrison (@nottonyharrison)
charles/max. 40k words, rated e
max as a f1 engineer? for CARLOS at FERRARI? sign me the fuckkk up. first off, awesome premise. there's always going to be something so heartwrenching about "what ifs", especially in any universe where max isn't a racer. despite the change of circumstances, just... the sheer poetry of two characters who just inexplicably find their way to each other in any universe... 🤧 also this story nails racing scenes in a way that's so visceral, i feel like a fly on the damn halo with them. and, aside from the gourmet lestappen, carlos's whole thing in this fic is joyous! spicy! he's so unapologetic and vaguely annoying! hilarious! + the swimming pool scene lives rent-free in my head.
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salt skin by peachbellini (@strawberry-daiquiris)
oscar/lando. 12k words, rated e
this fic is magic. literally and figuratively. (MERMAID LANDO???? MERMAID LANDO.) the kind of story that makes you gasp and melt a little bit. and made me want to throw my phone at the writer, 'cause it's really that good. the yearning, the metaphor for all that's monstrous, a boy who is lost (and the boy who he finds, is equally so). this is just beautifully written and a little quirky and so well executed. i think i put it in my bookmarks as "what if lando was a mermaid and it was filmed by a24" or something. pearl of a story.
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hockey!! shrimp colors :) by leafmeal0ne (@ocontraire)
oscar/lando. 13k words, rated t
leaf meal one. i have only known you a week but if anything were to happen to you i would wreck everyone in the room including myself. in all seriousness, anything that leaf writes is brilliant. they're one of these writers who could do a throwaway line on the label of a ketchup bottle and i will probably scream about it. the precision, the way they switch up sentence structures, the freaking darcy-level regency yearning transposed onto a contemporary sports setting. i'd rec all of leaf's sports AUs and i'll probably talk about more in a future fic rec post. BUT. the hockeyyy one my GOD. the barely restrained violence, their mutual desire, the theme of finding your place... *wails uncontrollably*
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you almost unearthly thing by anonymous
max/daniel, 3.7k words, rated g
max is a governess(govern..lad?) and daniel is the mystery man at the manor. this was a response to a request i made in the kinkmeme! (if you haven't read those fics go check 'em out, there are so many great ones, and not necessarily all rated e). this is a criminally underrated little story that has my favourite repressed feelings + people dancing around each other + gothic vibes + "what the hell is wrong with y'all in this tale" combo that i really adore. it's really well written and captures the atmosphere so well.
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the so-called narrative by antimonyandthyme (@antimonyandthyme)
oscar/carlos, 10k words, rated e
i'm once again asking why there are only 7 carlos/oscar works in the tag. I'M ONCE AGAIN ASKING-- *is sedated*. *jolts awake* okay but for real this is a great story. hot, fake-friendship-to-situationship which so happens is one of my favourite places to be. also hello miscommunication/they're so weird about it/they both want each other but can't express themselves for shit/insane racer boys energy.
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and silver, and samarium by pink_mink (@on-softs)
george/toto, 5.2k words, rated e
i profess i am not usually the biggest fan of A/B/O (altho!! this fandom has made me go BUT ACTUALLY HM at least a few times). and this fic freaking nails it, along with the twisted power dynamics between TPs and drivers, as seen through the lens of omegaverse. this story rattles around my head like a stubborn ghoul just from the style and prose and sheer audacity alone. george kneeling at toto's knees while he's working..... ohhhhhhhhh i was this close to calling my lawyers.
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algorithm by anney (@badboy-george)
charles/max, 16k words, rated e
i LOVE, LOOOOVE a sci fi concept alright. love that shit, will inhale it like moon dust with zero regrets. and what a fantastic one this one is!! the premise is that the FIA can now statistically show the compatibility of drivers on the grid and it's very pacific rim-y drift compatible, mixed with the surreal vibes of eternal sunshine or HER or some such. it should be outrageous, but it really works. that's the beauty of a great fic right there.
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trajectory of trojan asteroids by redpaint (@redpaint)
nico/lewis, 3.3k words, rated g
also one of the fics i first read when i hopped on board the f1 rpf train. the pain and poignancy just gets worse the more i learn about brocedes. you know when you're like "there's no way this was reallll" and then you're like "fuck, it was so real". then you get a fic like this that just encapsulates all that rage and loss and grief and upset, set against the starry vista of endless space. *clutches tablecloth* god.
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p.s please bear in mind that these recs are entirely subjective! i enjoy loads of f1 stories but these are the ones that have especially stuck with me for some inexplicable reason.
p.p.s if your fic is on here and you want it taken off for whatever reason, i'm happy to, no questions asked 💛
BYE for now / until part 2. (i also love talking to ppl about fics so pls feel free to send an ask or hit me up in DMs or whatever.)
xoxo,
-- wizz
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#32
TW: Knives, references to violence, restraints, bruises/wounds, flirty?
I am literally sauurrr sorry for being so inactive but college is destroying me. It's been so long since I've written too, so I do hope the quality of this piece isn't affected. Missed u guys 💙
"Do I scare you?" the hero asked, her voice devoid of any emotion, all while her eyes stared straight through the villain like he was transparent, searching for something in his expression.
Except his face remained defiantly blank, looking up at her, fire in his honey brown eyes, surprisingly not sparing any effort to attempt escaping his restraints.
When the hero stuck one of her nails into a small, open cut on his neck, the villain bit back a wince, an irritated frown tugging at the corner of his lip. "Yes," he supplied, his tone even and calm, not even hostile, trying to render himself as passive as possible.
Except he'd licked his lip in that quick, almost imperceptible manner, something he only ever did when he lied, something the hero wasn't supposed to know.
But she did.
"Stop lying," she snarled, sticking her nail again in the cut.
"The hell do you want, Hero?" he snapped, hissing as her finger left his cut.
The breaking point. The point where the villain was done placating and playing along and already back to his normal, wild state, where he could care less about whatever earned the hero's ire.
She'd spent the last three hours mostly in silence, only ever talking to ask the villain a question she knew would irritate him. He held up surprisingly well, even though his self-preservation instincts were usually nowhere to be found. So she wondered why he'd act so placidly in the beginning.
The villain liked to talk. He did most of the talking during their fights. The quiet drove him insane, and now he had his teeth bared like an animal, murder in his eyes and tension in his jaw.
This was the part where the hero should've laughed or slapped him across the face, or done anything just as cruel.
The truth was that they'd both been nothing but cruel to each other, enemies by virtue. The villain had beat the hero black and blue, had called her a myriad of flithy names, had screamed at her because of how much he hated that she was quiet. In turn, the hero made sure that every nick with a knife and every punch against skin had left a mark on the villain. She fought to scar, not just to incapacitate. She knew the scars were more a wound to his ego than his body, proof she'd hurt him.
And yet, the villain had pulled her out of a ditch and bandaged up her nearly destroyed leg, effectively saving her life when he had no business being there. In turn, she'd pulled him up when he almost slipped off a roof during one of their fights.
And situations like that would only keep happening more and more often, almost a staple of their atypical relationship. The villain would laugh, would crack a joke, would be so careful with her wounds, would be anything but his usual abrasive self.
And the very next fight, they would be even more horrible to each other, as though whatever had happened the day before had never been, as though cruelty was the only language they could speak.
The hero didn't have friends. They were another luxury she couldn't afford. Her teammates weren't actively cruel or anything of the like, but the agency left no room for any semblance of friendship or love or all the things the hero wanted but could never really have. And the villain wasn't her friend. He wasn't supposed to be anyone. But he was genuine, almost the only person in her life who didn't sound and act like a robot. He'd had actual conversations with the hero. And maybe she was not stupid enough to think that made him any good, but maybe she was stupid enough to think that made him mean something to her.
"Answer me, Hero," he snarled coldly, tearing her chain of thought in half.
The hero didn't consider spending any time on thinking of an intelligible response. People weren't logical when they were desperate. Desperate was the hero's hand cupping the villain's jaw so gently that the shiver up his spine was still awfully intense, even with his numb body. Desperate was staring into the villain's eyes, watching the way his lashes fluttered, as his eyes told a completely different story from the harsh frown on his lips. Desperate was the hero's lips on his cheekbone, warm against his skin, shy, terrified, staying there for a fleeting moment that still felt like too long and retracting away with shame written all over her features.
"I'm sorry."
Villain's eyes had widened, even though it seemed impossible they could grow any bigger. "I- come closer again," he half-whispered, all the roughness from his voice gone. "Lean down a little."
And the hero obliged, even though it went against every single thing she'd been taught, and in turn the villain's lips were pressed to her jaw, careful but in no way timid. They weren't supposed to be velvet-soft, and hints of the villain's spicy cologne shouldn't have still managed to be distinguishable through the blood and the sweat. But of course the seemingly impossible was happening.
"Yes," he answered, "you do scare me, but not in the way that you asked, so I was lying," he continued against the hero's jaw.
And she hated how palpable the relief was when he hadn't licked his lips.
"This is how you actually kiss someone." The smirk on the villain's face may have been merciless as he pulled away, but it was clear he was trying to break the tension that they could have sliced through with a blade.
God, the hero could barely breathe. She never knew something that felt almost forbidden could feel so right. She was scared the villain's response had been a trick and more scared that it hadn't. She wanted to scream at him and slam her fists into his body, to split his rose-petal-like lips with a jagged streak of crimson. But more than anything, she wanted him close enough to her that they were breathing each other's air, she wanted to kiss his face again, properly this time, so that it truly felt like something, something that set the hero's nerves on fire.
The hero had pulled out her twin knives, cutting through his ropes with one, while the other remained pressed against his carotid artery, as he still remained sitting on the chair.
Except the villain had pulled the knife out of her hand, slightly scratching himself, and he got up, twirling the knife with his hand and pressing its cold, flat edge to the hero's jaw, his breath warm on her face. "Don't fight it. That's all you've done, all I've done, and I'm sick of it."
And in all honesty, so was she. Sick of having no one, sick of wanting someone who was right there and yet so far away, sick of pushing a knife into the skin of the same boy who had bandaged her bleeding knuckles and made fun of the stupid kids' designs etched on them, the only thing he had, the next day after it happened.
The hero nodded, slowly putting her knives away when the villain handed her the other blade back, slinging an arm around the villain's waist, surprisingly small for someone so athletically built, but not any less attractive.
"Let's go home. I mean, my place," the villain suggested, utterly exhausted, but a hint of a smile was still there in his words as he wrapped his arm around the hero's shoulder, his fingers gripping onto the fabric of her suit a little playfully.
And the hero simply nodded, mirroring the villain's own soft smile.
Emotions are hard to understand, no rules or logic existent that could ever explain the power they hold over a person; the power that the heart exercises so ruthlessly over the mind. And yet nearly nothing could ever leave one feeling so certain, so absolutely euphoric to the point that not even the entire world would seem to matter compared to the one person love tethers you to.
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Your headcanon about Eddie actually wanting to be babied a bit is SO good you’re so damn smart! Just letting him rest his pretty head on your tits and stroking him off real slow, going ‘good boy’ and ‘that’s it, honey’. The pleasure combined with feeling so safe and loved hits him like a truck and-I’m broken. My brain is a slushie over this. Need to take care of man need to put him in jar with holes poked in the lid like a firefly
Let Me Be Good to You
My love, the inspiration you have provided for me is simply *chef's kiss* 🤌 I've thought about it every day since you've shared it with me, and I hope you enjoy this little blurb I've written in response 💖
Please let me know if you liked this—comments always make my week! Requests are open if you'd like to send something in or scream your thoughts about this perfect boy 🥰
Eddie x Gender Neutral Reader
Warnings: no spoilers, 18+ only!, hand job (m recieving), spit as lube, cum eating, eddie is self-deprecating, PRAISE KINK, pet names, veeeeeeeeerrrrrry soft dom/sub dynamics if you're looking for it, idk if it's good or not I'm just horny lol
Eddie flops down on the mattress beside you with a dramatic sigh, burying his face in your stuffed ewok. He made fun of you for buying it in the moment, but you know it's his favorite—always in his arms whenever he's stretched long across your bed. Out of habit, your fingers stroke through his hair, scratching your nails at the scalp the way you know he likes.
"Rough day?"
Eddie nods, his big eyes finding yours over the horizon of your pillows, tough exterior discarded along with his jacket on your floor.
You lay back so you're at his level, pressing a kiss to the bridge of his nose. "Wanna talk about it?"
He pauses, chewing on the words. It doesn't surprise you—Eddie lets most things roll off his shoulders, but when he gets hit by something, it hits hard.
"It's nothing, just, uh,"—he flips onto his back, posed like a corpse with the ewok trapped under his arms— "I'm probably gonna flunk Mrs. O'Donnell's class again, 'cause I . . . I failed her last test."
"What?"
It's literally the last thing you'd ever expected him to say. You'd helped him study for that test yourself, gone over the practice problems with until you were sure he could could do them blind-folded, underwater, and half-dead. The stupidest thing was that you didn't really need to do that much prep; Eddie was good at math. He was good at a lot of things when it came to school . . . he just had a hard time getting himself to focus.
His big, brown eyes are glassy with tears, pointed at the ceiling, unblinking, so they won't stain his cheeks. "She wouldn't even grade it. Said I cheated."
His voice is soft, and small—quieter than you're used to. You, on the other hand, are ready to explode.
"Are you shitting me?"
You're off the bed—leaping over him—grabbing your keys, balling up a jacket in your hand, about to march to the door before he grabs at your wrist, pulling you back to him with a few stumbling steps.
"Babe, where are you going?"
"To the school. I'm gonna give that raggedy bitch a piece of my mind."
He pulls you back down against the mattress, slipping your keys from your hand and tossing them onto your bedside table. You're still thinking about escape—until he pulls you tight against his chest, bodies curled around each other, legs intertwined. You've always been a little helpless when you're trapped in Eddie's arms.
"You don't have to do that, honey. My counselor said she'd talk to Mrs. O'Donnell, at least convince her to let me retake it."
"That's so unfair," you sigh, limply punching at one of the pillows. Against your best attempts, he's kneaded the anger right out of you, the rings on his fingers catching along your shoulder blade with every stroke of his hand.
"It's whatever," Eddie shrugs, like the action could make him care less, "she's always hated me. And it's not like she's wrong. I'd think I was too stupid to do it on my own, if I were her."
Stupid. God, you couldn't hate that fucking word more. You shift onto your hip, sick to your stomach that he could even think that way.
"Don't say that."
He's still not looking at you, chewing at his bottom lip, fiddling with the hem of your top. "Why not? It's true."
"No it isn't, Eddie." You've got his face sandwiched in both of your hands, begging him to look you in the eyes, even if he doesn't want you to see him cry. "You're smart, Eddie. You are. I don't give a fuck what Mrs. O'Donnell thinks."
The tears are there, pooling against the junctions of your thumbs. It breaks your fucking heart to think how little he hears those words—not from teachers, not from people in his classes, probably not even from his friends. Wayne was a good guy, but school had never really been all that great for him either. He wouldn't even think a worry like that would be on Eddie's mind.
Eddie's voice is wet, lips trembling around the word. "Really?"
"Yes, really,"—you're getting a little enthusiastic, but you mean it, and you can't temper your praise when he needs it so badly—"of course you're smart. You're so, so, so smart, Eddie."
He laughs weakly, pushing at your shoulder when you start to pepper him with kisses, but you know his heart's not in it, petting along the side of your face, warm fingers cupped around the back of your neck.
Big eyes locked onto yours, he couldn't hide from you if he tried. "Say it again."
You press your lips against his temple, punctuating each compliment with another gentle kiss. "You are smart. And you're fucking talented. And kind. And so, so good to me."
Your path leads you to his lips, capturing them against yours, pressing him so far back into the pillows that strands of his hair are tickling at your cheeks. His hand comes to rest at your jaw, the bottom of his palm just barely brushing against your skin, like he's still not sure if he should be allowed to touch you. You lean in to his hand.
Eddie kisses you the way he knows you like, darting the tip of his tongue against your lips before upping the pressure, moaning against your skin. His free hand travels along your spine, fingers striking up a melody that only he can hear.
And then he grips tight at your waist, and things are decidedly less sweet, fingers carving indents in your side as you shift more of your weight on top of him, chest to chest, the top of your thigh dragging along his crotch.
Eddie groans at the feeling, a twitch in his hips, looking for a little more friction.
You're gonna give him more than a little.
Petting a hand over his thigh, you slide closer to the distended fabric of his jeans, just barely stroking the edge of your thumb across the shape of him, feeling his cock throb for you through the thick fabric.
Spit spreads across his chin as you whisper, his head pressed back and eyes clenched tight. "Let me take care of you, baby."
Eddie nods—your teasing has taken the words out of his mouth, but he's putty in your hands, compliant as you get comfortable against your headboard, pulling him into the space between your legs.
Gentle fingers brush a few strands of his hair away from your face as his head comes to rest against your shoulder, his wet breaths at your neck. Eddie stares at the soft patch of skin just below your earlobe, vision going dark at the edges when you slip your hand inside his unbuttoned pants.
He sighs, lifting his back as he shifts into your grip, coming back down to rest with his head pillowed against your chest.
"Comfortable?" you ask, meeting his eyes with a sly smile. He's got a pretty little flush in his cheeks, dark eyelashes framing his big doe-eyes, looking up at you with a kind of disbelief you'd never understand.
He nods, flushing darker when you press a kiss to the top of his head.
Eddie's cock is pretty, and thick—dark red when you slip it from the confines of his boxers and bring it into the light. He whines when you let go, but the sound is cut off in his throat when he hears your spit meet the palm of your hand.
"How does that feel?"
You're coating the base of him, stroking higher, further over his hot skin—always gentle with him—rolling the tip of his cock in your palm until it's all shiny and slick, your spit mixing with the first drops of pre-cum he's leaking.
The groan he answers with rumbles through your own chest, hair tickling at your chin as he nods. "Feels good—real good, baby, please don't stop."
There's no need to worry about that. Heat builds at your own core just watching him squirm, his lips parted and glistening and eyes shut tight.
You feel his fingers wrap tight around your thigh, the softness of hands contrasted with the bite of his rings, and he struggles in vain to get at your core, trying to give back some of the pleasure he's getting. You kick his hand down to the sheets with a gentle nudge of your leg. His knuckles turn white with the grip he's got on the fabric.
"Don't worry about me, baby. This is about you."
Eddie nods, lips pressed tight, trying to stopper the little moans slipping through. You don't want him to hold back.
Kissing across his temples, you pepper praises into his ear, listening closely to the sounds he makes in response.
"You're such a good boy, Eddie. So good for me. Such a smart, pretty boy. God you're pretty, Eddie. Did you know that?"
He's having a hard time responding, his cock pulsing in your hand. Your fingers travel easier over his skin with the slick he's beginning to spill. Eddie's head falls back, eyes blown wide, when you play with his slit, massaging the sensitive skin with the pad of your thumb.
"Baby," he calls out, his sweat-slicked t-shirt riding up a little over his hips with the way he writhes, revealing the thin stretch of skin above his belt, and the dark little hairs that grow there, "m'gonna cum."
You just tighten the circle of your fingers, speeding the pace of your hand over his taut skin.
"Go ahead, baby," you tell him, your own breathing heavy, "I want you to."
He spills, thick white ropes of cum staining his black t-shirt, and his body curves around the sound he makes, a deep, satisfied groan coursing from his lungs.
"Fuck, baby," he breathes, big eyes meeting yours, going wider when you clean some of the cum off his shirt with your thumb, popping it between your lips.
He mashes his face against yours, kissing the taste of him from your mouth, his tongue licking at yours.
You laugh at the dopey grin on his face when you part from the kiss. "Feeling better?"
"Uh, yeah," Eddie chuckles, tucking himself back into his pants, a little self-conscious. You take his hands in your own, twining your fingers together. His tongue darts over dark pink lips, eyes locked on yours.
"Good," —you give him a soft peck, and then another—" 'cause you deserve it, Eddie. You deserve the whole goddamn world."
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i'm intrigued by the mantis!gyutaro?
The mantis Gyutaro fic is one I started about a year ago and I have 2 chapters written. But I never posted it because I didn't want to commit to another fic. I will say it is one of my favorite things I've written though. ・:*(〃∇〃人)*:・
Someone gave me the idea of a cryptid Gyutaro on my old blog, then I made these sketches which inspired the fic.
I'll also include some paragraphs from chapter 1! If you like it, maybe I'll post more of this au because I really do love it -♡
𝑴𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒔!𝑮𝒚𝒖𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒐 𝒙 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓
Scrambling to your knees, you turn around to face whatever thought you’d make an easy meal.
It’s a man. No… It’s an insect.
The creature has the body and the face of a man, albeit very thin and bony. He has black hair that fades into green halfway down, partially tied up in a messy topknot. Large folded up wings lay on his back. His forearms are decorated with long, sharp spikes. His entire body is covered in ink-like black splotches. Two long antennae hang in front of his face.
The thing is sitting down, groaning with its head in its palms.
Your thoughts are spiraling. There’s no way that this is actually happening right? The sane person in you wants to run away screaming before this thing gets back up. But the entomologist in you wants to investigate further. You know you’re playing with fire, but your curiosity gets the best of you.
You take a moment to admire his appearance again. Antennae, tibial spines, large wings. This creature resembles a mantis. Ok, what do you know about mantids? They’re aggressive predators, territorial, and they’ll eat almost anything. Shit, none of that information helps you right now. It only diminishes your chances of getting out of this alive.
You took too long, and the creature has recovered from your headbutt. Staring at you with wide eyes, it slowly moves towards you. Inching ever so slowly.
Reaching into your pocket, you grab the small jar of honey you were going to use as bait later in the night. You know that mantids only eat live prey, but this is all that you have.
You fumble with the lid, scooting yourself backwards as the creature continues its crawl towards you. With a huff, your back hits a tree, stopping your path. You are met with glowing yellow eyes and deadly mandibles inches from your face.
Somehow, you managed to open the jar. The sweet aroma of artisan honey fills the air around you. In a desperate attempt to distract the creature, you hold the honey out to him.
“H-here. F-for you…” you stutter, voice barely above a whisper.
Guttural clicks rumble from his chest. He exhales in your face, the rich scent of blood fills your nose. Almost making you gag. You must’ve not been the first item on the menu tonight.
With curiosity, the creature sniffs the jar in your hand. He places a hand on your hip to keep you in place, as a long tongue slips out of its mouth. Its tongue is pitch black and forked at the tip.
You feel like you can’t breathe as this thing starts to lick the honey from the jar. Seemingly satisfied by its sweetness he continues. This creature is quite literally, eating from the palm of your hand.
It’s great that you managed to distract it, but what do you do now? It’s holding you down so you won’t be able to get away. All you can do is watch as the jar slowly empties, your fate approaching. You thought you were being smart by offering the honey, but all you managed to do is give him an appetizer.
It only takes a few minutes for the jar to be licked clean. His hungry gaze shifted back to you. He licks his mandibles as he inches his face closer to yours, tickling the top of your head with his antennae.
“P-please… I-I don’t wanna die,” you whimper. Lowering your head and squeezing your eyes shut as tears roll down your cheeks.
All you can do is wait for the pain of being ripped apart.
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moon knight system x fem!reader
ok so this fic is wildly self-indulgent and all the feeling thats written has happened to me or is happening to me :') please reblog and comment!
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TW: panic attack, self-deprecating thoughts, i've literally inserted myself into this fic, comparison, fear of failure, lots of crying, anger. might have errors idk.
REPOSTING BECAUSE TAGS WEREN'T WORKING FOR LIKE 2 MONTHS AND I WAS TOO LAZY~
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It was becoming too much. The stress of exams, the late nights, the constant thought that was playing in your head like some stupid broken record- you're going to fail, you're going to fail, you're going to fail.
And you knew that it was a possibility. While you were able to choose what you wanted to do, you also had one compulsory subject to take-mathematics.
What you were pursuing was journalism, which was the polar opposite of math and the whole reason you chose to be a journalist was because you hated math. And honestly you sucked at it. Your fear of exams and fear of failure didn't exactly help the situation.
You were bent over a rough notebook, trying to solve the stupid problem at around 1 am while Steven was worriedly looking at you periodically from his position opposite you as he read another book.
Ever since you were a kid, you wanted to be like your brothers, who excelled at everything. Your parents never compared you to them, even going so far as to scolding you for even thinking that you weren't as good as them. But you knew the truth, you knew that every time they saw the C or D appear in your report card for mathematics or science, they'd wonder why you were the way you were.
Maybe it was true, maybe it wasn't. What was true was the fact that, that was what you thought. Why can't I be as good as them?
When they were in 10th, one of them was head boy, he was in a band, he had people swooning over him, he was loved by teachers and students alike, and on top of that, he got over 95 percent in everything. While the other was house captain, won awards, was respected. And again, got 95 percent in everything.
And you? when you were in 10th, you lost the student elections, you weren't as good at sports as you used to be, you sucked at math and science 'the important subjects' and the only awards you used to win weren't for amazing things. Everyone you had a crush on went and dated your best friends and you were left wondering what the hell was wrong with you, why you weren't loved like you wanted to be loved. Why, when you had so much love to give, no one wanted it, not even platonically. You realized the answer. You were not enough. That was how you felt through college and now even in university.
So even when you were assured everyday by your boyfriends, (how you landed them, you had no idea) that they loved you, you had that doubt, that fear. That just like almost everyone in your life, they too would stop wanting your love.
That fear, coupled with the stress and pressure, made you want to burst into tears. And then you'd berate yourself, comparing yourself to them. They handled so much shit in their life, so much pressure, so many life-threatening situations and here you were, panicking at the mere thought of a simple damn exam. Pathetic.
As your answer came wrong, again, you felt like tearing the notebook up and throwing it out the window and then sobbing your heart out because it was too much and you were screaming into your hand because your head was pounding and your hands hurt and all you wanted to do was sleep for weeks.
When you felt strong hands pulling your own from your face you realized that you just did what you were thinking about.
Shit. Shitshitshitshit. You ruined their flat, you'd thrown the book out, you disturbed Steven, you made a fool out of yourself, youwere a failure what was wrong with you?
"Love? Love? You're panicking, hey, hey it's okay! Deep breaths darling, in and out." Steven's calm voice filled your senses as he breathed in, his movements accentuated so that you could follow them, and breathed out.
After a while, your breathing was slowed to normal and the man in front of you smiled softly and kissed your forehead.
That little show of affection was enough for you to pull him into a hug as you sank onto your knees, him falling with you as you sobbed into his chest. Your body was shaking and you were sure that his shirt was now ruined with tears and mucus.
"I just want to be good enough." you muttered out between sobs.
Steven froze and his posture changed. From his fisted hands and straight back, you knew that it was now Marc who was rubbing your back and shushing you.
"Baby, you need to stop crying. You're going to get a horrible headache." he murmured, "Come on." he stood up and pulled you up to your feet before hooking his arms behind your legs and carrying you like a little baby. Your arms flew around his neck as you shrieked. Marc carried you to bed and plopped you down, making sure you were comfortable. Before kissing your cheek and lying down beside you.
"Tell me what's wrong, baby." he pushed stray hairs behind your ears.
You breathe deeply, unsure of where to begin, "don't want to make a big deal out of this."
He snorted, "You're not, believe me. Steven, Jake and I just want to know what's wrong. Jake and Steven are so worried."
Tears began to form and he wiped them away, "Don't waste your water."
You choked out an, 'okay' before spilling out everything that was in your brain. The fear, the comparison, the stress, the insecurity.
Unbeknownst to you, Marc had hidden his face in his pillow because he started to cry, and so were Steven and Jake. The fact that you, their beloved girl was feeling so horrible was enough for them to burst into tears.
When you were done, you pulled your shirt collar over your nose and blew so you could actually breathe. Crying was amazing but the stuffed nose wasn't.
The half-lidded eyes and the furrowed eyebrows told you that it was Jake who was now staring at you, as you coughed awkwardly.
"So, yeah. Um- that's it."
Jake shook his head, "Babe. I don't know why you feel this way, and I know that this feeling won't go away for a while. But I need you to know, that you ARE good enough, you are perfect the way you are. Everyone sees that and it breaks our hearts that you can't. I promise that we love you, no matter what. You do not have to prove yourself too us, or to anyone. You are enough, mi amor."
Your eyes began to fill again and your wiped your eyes. Your voice was hoarse as you whispered, "Okay."
He gave you a small smile and pulled you to him.
"I love you." he whispered as he pecked your lips.
"Don't stress, love. We're here." Steven said as he pecked your lips, making you giggle.
"Rest, baby." Marc murmured as he kissed you, his eyebrows furrowing as his hands moved to cup your face.
"Let me change." you said.
"What?" he opened his eyes.
You snorted, "My shirt, and yours too."
He grinned when he saw the smile on your wet face. Your eyes were swollen and you looked so tired. But he swore he had never seen someone as amazing and lovely as you.
After, when you were in his arms, you smiled. Things weren't magically all better and you didn't suddenly feel like the most confident person in the world. But you knew that no matter what, your boys would help you through anything, as would you.
Because that what you do when you love someone, right?
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I've been thinking about Henry and Alex's wedding again
I think that it would be absolutely balls-to-the-walls fucking mental. It'd be a royal wedding that even my parents and I (very much anti-monarchist) would watch and enjoy. I want a royal wedding that would give Piers Morgan cardiac arrest six ways from Sunday.
Like, speakers on every street corner blasting Bowie, Jagger, Queen, Blondie, Gloria Gaynor, Taylor Swift and One Direction.
If they HAVE to sing God Save the Queen, I want it sang by Adam Lambert while Brian May absolutely shreds a guitar solo on the top of Buckingham Palace.
An autumn wedding because Henry told Alex that if a wedding happens during term-time, kids get the day off school and who is he to deny them that.
Mexican food and burgers and hot dogs, curries and fish and chips. None of this pretentious canopies and whatever else it is rich people have at weddings
Cornettos and wedding cake made of red velvet and funfetti.
Elton John singing "Your Song" as a first dance.
Queen Catherine leading Britain's nobility in the Macarena and the Cha Cha Slide and Martha having to drag Philip onto the dancefloor.
Foreign Monarchs and Dignitaries and the fucking Prime Minister's Cabinet becoming wild party animals for one night and one night only.
Jaffa Cake donuts, because they're a thing and they are the best thing ever.
The presenting team has Holly and Phil but also Baga Chipz, Lawrence Chaney, Suzi Ruffell, Tom Alan, Rylan, Nick Grimshaw, Graham Norton, Sue Perkins, Courtney Act, Trixie Mattel, Katya Zamo and the original cast of Horrible Histories (cuz Henry loved that show as a kid and you can't convince me otherwise)
The guest list includes Britain and America's gay icons except for Ellen. The entire Harry Potter cast and NOT JKR every James Bond actor they can get and kids from Henry's shelters.
Traditional CofE readings but also passages from the great FEMALE writers of Britain and classical mythology and Sappho.
Mexican love songs in the middle of the service, that make everyone tear up, regardless of whether they understand Spanish.
Their personally written vows would be exchanged in a private ceremony the day before.
Ellen and Oscar walking Alex down the aisle.
Shaan and Zahra being event coordinators.
St. George's Chapel being decked out in beautiful floral arrangements.
Pez and Nora being the best best man and woman.
Pez, June and Nora getting blackout drunk and ending up in the same hotel room.
Bea and Catherine staying back to help with the clean up and taking loads of left overs back up to the apartment to share with the staff.
Ellen, Oscar, Luna and Leo managing to slip away from their security and going to a nightclub in Soho and sending some very confusing but hysterical voice notes to Alex.
Henry stopping the car to get a donner kebab because he's English and drunk.
Apartment 6F becoming royalists for the first and only time in their lives and setting aside a whole week to watch everything related to it.
Street Parties in London and Washington going from the night before until the night after.
Sweet elderly people who have been in the crowd at every royal wedding for the last sixty years and have become very supportive of the queer community ever since their grandchildren came out to them.
A proper English Bloke™ who looks like he'd be homophobic but isn't and a bi girl with pink hair and a nose ring getting absolutely plastered together.
A sea of Union Jacks and Star-Spangled Banners being waved alongside every variety of Pride Flag.
It'd be a royal wedding that literally no other couple would be capable of planning.
#yeah i think about this way to much#but here ya go#firstprince#firstprince wedding#henry fox mountchristen windsor#alex claremont diaz#alex x henry#red white & royal blue#red white and royal blue#rwarb#rwrb#rw&rb#cerys rambles
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Hello dear author! I've just recently watched Moriarty the Patriot and I cannot get over the fact how beautiful the protagonist Willy is. Thus I'd like to request prompt 2,8 & 10 with him. A fluff piece overall. Additionally I would like add the reader kissing him here and there as to cherish him like the cheek, forehead, the spot behind the ear, neck, collarbone, the spot of the nose between the eyes, on the shoulder, back of his hand, the palm of his hand, the wrist [woah that's a lot] and anywhere else honestly
Please bear with me, I love this precious man so much and on top of that I'man hopeless romantic. If I was talking about timeline then may it be after the stunt he pulled on that broken bridge or whatever with Sherlock trying to save him
Yes and thank you very much ❤️💙
AFTER THE FALL - WILLIAM MORIARTY X READER
Warnings : none I think, just general talk of William’s suicide attempt, this is not proofread, reader is gender-neutral!
Genre : hurt/comfort I think? Not sure
Word count : 1.2K words (oh shit)
Additional notes : Hi love! I’m sure we share the same feelings for William. He’s quite lovely, and I think he’s brilliantly written and complex. This is supposed to be an event for works 1.0K words long and under, so I couldn’t fit all those kisses in the request without it being too cramped. I did try my best though, so I hope you like it!💗
Prompts : “Could you play with my hair?” “You put your arm around me and I literally felt my knees buckle, this is so pathetic.” “You’re legally obligated to keep holding me.”
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“Months?” William managed to croak out, an incredulous look in his bleary eyes as he tried to sit upright, only to have them stop him with a hand on his shoulder.
Shaking their head, they wondered how long it would take to convince him to take things slow; to finally rest easy after…
Before they could choke on their tears, they blinked them back and instead crawled into the space beside him on the bed. It took everything they had in them to not fling their arms around him and squeeze him in an embrace he could never escape from.
They had to settle for only curling up against his side, carefully reaching out and parting his fringe, checking whether or not the scar had healed up enough for them to be less cautious while touching him.
“Does it hurt?” they asked, deft fingers combing through his pretty bangs, careful so as not to tear it. After staying at the hospital for so long, it was only natural that his hair would grow duller and drier, much to their disappointment.
“Not really,” he thoughtfully answered, “Maybe a little twinge every now and then, but I mostly can’t feel my eye.” William watched as they mindlessly fiddled with the few strands in front of his good eye, before he spoke up again in a quiet voice. “Could you… play with my hair?“
Their movements stilled for a few beats, before a half-smile made its way on their face. “Of course.” And they obliged, one hand gently cradling the back of his neck, while the other began to run through his locks, fondness filling their chest as they watched the way his eyelids fluttered peacefully.
“Feels nice, does it?” they chuckled a little, feeling confident enough to let their other hand trail down his back, stroking his clammy skin until oh-so-carefully resting at the small of his back.
“Yeah,” their lover mumbled out. Despite the relaxed look on his face, William somehow managed to still look utterly exhausted. They supposed it was only normal, after having nearly flung his life into the pitfalls of hell—almost literally too, if one believed in God.
The very thought brought a stinging pain to their chest that wouldn’t let up no matter how hard they willed it to. After all, nothing could erase the memories of seeing William aching and moaning in feverish unconsciousness, welts and blisters covering his entire drenched body that shivered on the riverbank. It took more effort than they ever had to try and push these dreadful thoughts to the back of their mind, and focus on his now-healthy body in their embrace.
He let out a sound that was a mix between a depreciative sigh and a bitter laugh. Giving him a questioning look, they noticed how he failed to meet their eyes. “You put your arm around me and I literally felt my knees buckle, this is so pathetic. To not even be able to pull myself up…”
Weakly smiling, they tried to offer some sort of comfort. “If it makes you feel any better, the first time you reached out for me in your sleep I nearly passed out from crying so much.”
“It doesn’t,” he solemnly replied, “Make me feel better, that is. I’ve left you all alone…”
Before he could go on with his abundantly clear self-hatred, they interrupted him with a tender kiss to his now-exposed forehead. “I prefer having you in a hospital bed than not having you at all. You intended to leave us all, William. I’m just glad we somehow got you to stay.”
He fell silent for a few minutes, before his crimson eyes blew wide open and he scrambled to get up. “Sherlock—!”
Another kiss to his soft cheek. “He’s alright, darling. He’s been visiting you regularly, you know, even though he was quite banged up himself.”
That didn’t seem to ease his nerves; something they should’ve foreseen. “How bad is it? Is he alright? I must see him—“
“Absolutely not,” they firmly stopped him, pushing him down by the shoulder, hoping that it was with enough force to convince him to stay without causing him any pain. He settled back down, but the unease in his eyes didn’t let up. In hopes of soothing his rattled nerves, they pressed a chaste kiss to his shoulder. “You’re not going anywhere before the doctor allows it. He’ll be here in a few minutes.”
Momentarily distracted, he asked, “You called for him?”
“I rang the bell as soon as you began waking up, yes. He’ll need to run another check-up to clear you out.” As they answered his questions, they began to press soft, lingering kisses to wherever they could reach in their position. The tip of his nose, the corner of his rosebud mouth, his chin… it was enough of a distraction to have him sighing at the lovely feeling.
William somehow managed to ask another question. “And everything’s working? Aside from my left eye, that is.”
In response to that, they pressed their lips to that spot between his furrowed eyebrows, hoping to soften the creases formed there. “Perfectly well, yes. Worry more about getting your strength back.” With a teasing smile, they leaned down to nip at the junction between his jaw and his neck. “After all, I’m sure Miss Moneypenny will need a helping hand getting the mansion back in order.”
“Miss Moneypenny and everyone…” A concerned look came on his face, consternation clear in his eyes. “Are they ok?”
“Liam, I’m begging you to stop worrying,” they huffed, “I’ve already written to them. Last time I had, they were fine, but I knew you’d work yourself up as soon as you awakened, so I made sure to contact them again.”
“I can’t help it.”
“I know you can’t, but that’s why I’m here.” Smoothing out the wrinkles between his eyebrows that refused to disappear, they looked at him with a look that was equal parts exasperation and adoration. “You always want to carry everyone’s burdens along with your own, and never ask for help either. It’s what got us into this mess in the first place.”
Swallowing thickly, William seemed to be blinking back his own tears as he visibly struggled to find the words. Ever-so-patiently, they waited, stroking his skin, giving him the time to think of what he wanted to say. Though under any other circumstances it might’ve been an act of seduction, the kisses they littered down his chin, over his throat, and on his collarbone were nothing more than an affirmation of love and a form of encouragement.
He took in a rattling breath. “I’m… I’m sorry.”
“Sorry does often feel like the hardest word, doesn’t it?” they said, though not unkindly. It was that smile of theirs that they gave him that spoke volumes of their adoration and immense relief to simply have him in their embrace once again. “You shouldn’t tire yourself out with your thoughts, my love.”
“Hmm, I’ll try not to.”
They shook their head, before nudging his neck with their nose, kissing behind his ear as they did. “You say that, but I know you’ll still be in your head until you fall asleep. So, let’s busy you with something else. As of now, you’re legally obligated to keep holding me.”
A weak, watery sort of chuckle left William. If they knew him half as well as they know they did, their lover would now be silently crying in their arms, where he was undoubtedly relieved that they couldn’t see him. “I’ll gladly be taken into custody, then.”
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Childhood Crush with Will Byers (Male!Reader)
Part Two
Hi!
I've never written headcanons before but I've read loads, and I wanted to give it a try!
I want to make it clear that this isn't a whole age gap thing between the reader and Will, the reader/you will be the same age as him.
Will Byers x Male!Reader
Warnings: Cursing (literally only 1 time)
Thanks for reading!
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So you've been apart of the party since season 1 AKA before shit went down
You had always kinda been closer with Will than the other boys
You were the "tough one" of the group, even though Mike, Dustin, and Lucas would never admit it
You had to grow up fast because your parents worked all the time
And you had three younger siblings
(one set of twins and then the youngest, who's a toddler)
But the party not-so-secretly planned the campaign hangouts for when they knew your parents would be home
Or someone else came to watch your siblings
Because you worried a lot over them and would not be able to take your mind off of them the entire hangout
Anyways- I got a bit carried away with backstory there
The reason you were closer with Will was because he got teased a lot and was just generally quieter
Which made you protect him/be the more extroverted one in your friendship with him
When Will went missing you were the first to bring major alarm
When Hopper came to investigate you were clearly panicking but were just trying to figure out where he went or if he was safe
Because you cared a lot about him
He was one of your best friends
Yup, friends.
When Will came back you would barely leave his side
And ever since then you two were basically inseparable
Through all of Will's suffering
Through every following event (*cough* season *cough*)
You were right there.
When Mike and Lucas got girlfriends and Dustin went away for camp, you two took solace in each other like never before
Hanging out literally every free second you had
(You had gotten much more after the twins got old enough to watch the youngest by themselves)
Oh, and you were crushing on each other hard
Like- if the others weren't so immersed in their own cringey problems they would've seen through you two like you were both in a glass closet
Will would vent to you about how the party was split up
And how no one wanted to play DnD anymore
So you encouraged him to press further, see if Mike and Lucas would break out of their girl obsessed shells
Dressed in a cloak and tall hat and holding a stick Will shouted in the basement.
"CALL ME BY MY FULL NAME!"
The other boys were unimpressed but played along
Teasing and snickering at him
You were getting annoyed at their behavior
This poor boy (that you totally didn't have a crush on)
Had gone through so much
And just wanted to play DnD like the old days
But no.
They just had to sit there and basically ignore Will and his efforts
You held your anger back, not wanting to upset Will further
When it got too much for even the sweet quiet boy
Shouting at Mike and ripping off his costume, Will stormed up the stairs and to the garage
You followed closely after
But so did Mike
In the garage the two boys went at it
Saying things they regretted in the heat of the moment
And then that line.
"WELL IT'S NOT MY FAULT YOU DON'T LIKE GIRLS"
Will looked at Mike with betrayal and hurt
But Mike- the stubborn kid- didn't apologize
After basically telling Will and you to grow up, you both pedaled away
And went to Castle Byers.
Will was angry and upset- rightfully so!
You sat with him as he cried in the small fort
Wrapping your arms around him you held him as an effort to comfort him
Rain pouring down around you
Will looked at the drawings hung around him, even his Will the Wise drawing
His shaking hand reached up to tear it down, his intentions clear
Your hand shot up and held his wrist gently, pulling a gasp from his throat
You shook your head and looked at Will with sympathy
"Don't. You know you'll regret it," you whisper to him
"But it's stupid and childish!" Will cried, taunting himself and beating himself further down his hole of hatred
"Why? It's your home."
"Will, look at me."
He did
You gently lifted your hands up and cupped his cheeks, brushing the pads of your thumbs under the bags in his eyes
Most likely caused by the nightmares you wished you could comfort him from
And dried his tears as best you could, leaving him hiccupping as more flowed down
"Will...?"
He looked at you with wide, questioning eyes
"Can I kiss you?"
The question left him speechless but in a moment of pure emotion
All of it having built up inside his chest
He lunged over to you and connected your lips
It was wet with his tears and the rain that had managed to leak in from the cracks in the roof
But it was perfect
You poured every emotion you'd harbored for the boy into that kiss
Every stolen glance
Every yearning in your heart to hold him, to dance with him, to just look into his eyes for hours
Everything felt right.
Will had finally felt whole again
He'd found the thing he seemed to have lost years ago
And as you held his waist
And he cupped your face
Nothing could've been better than that moment.
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My first attempt at headcanons! I don't think it went very well in the traditional idea of headcannons 😅
I enjoyed it nonetheless!
Let me know how you liked it?
-Author Max <3
#headcanon#x reader#x male reader#will byers#gay mlm#will byers x reader#stranger things#will x reader#headcanons#reader insert
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hellow my angel zadie loml ^^
1; plagiarism means copying someones ideas exactly, never once have u done that n all ur ideas r unique so anon in question is schewpid
2; ceo concept is FUN, who gives a fuck if it's been done before??? i can't count how many times i've written brothers best friend fics bc i like the concept?? doesn't make it plagiarism
3; if they had a genuine issue they would have come w evidence, anon is making baseless claims w no backup so obvs they're just saying things for the sake of it atp like bffr
4; anon needs to touch some grass
5; i love u
6; i love ur smau's n like i said i'm going to read poison soon once i'm back home n have time n i'm so excited to read strictly business once it's completed!! i lit rally hardly read smau's anymore but always always i'll make an exception for urs bc i lov ur writing n can't wait to read ur finished fics!
7; pls block future anons like that my love, they're not worth ur time or energy! save ur words for people who deserve it!
8; i love u sm u r the light of my life
9; don't listen to people who make rude comments on ur works, they're only trying to bring u down bc they're upset they r not u, jealousy is a disease
10; lov u endlessly n pls don't let people like that upset u! they're not worth ur time! focus on those who support u n like ur fics, i can promise u that u never have to worry about plagiarism or anything bc ur doing amazing n keep doing what ur doing!!!! u have my full support always ^^
can we please talk about how cinna is the sweetest souled person to ever exist :( this genuinely made me tear up and actually calmed me down you guys dont understand how much i love and appreciate this woman, i'd literally burn the world for her happiness 🥺💞 thank you so much baby, i love you so so so much and am so grateful to have you, sending you the fattest kiss rn 🥺💞💗🩷💞💗🩷💞🧸
#i already confessed my undying love to her in the dms#but pls you guys :(#i love her sm#literally so happy and grateful for a friend like this :(#; mailbox 📬
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Twenty Questions: Fic Author Edition
tagged by @professionalfangrrl and @no-where-new-hero Thank you!
1-How many works do you have on ao3?
23. Since tumblr is such a mess I try to even post my drabbles there.
2-What's your total AO3 word count?
303,924 (literally how is it that many??)
3-What fandoms do you write for?
The Hunger Games, The Office, and The Blue Castle. Back on ff.net I also had one fic for Twilight and one for Persuasion, though these are no longer posted and I don't have plans to re-post them.
4-What are your top 5 fics by kudos?
Katniss Wants Kisses
I Do
Sing You Back Home
The Only One
Better Man
5-Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?
99% of the time, yes, at least on ao3. I don't always if someone replies to my reply, lol. It's a delight to respond to readers! Especially those that take time to comment.
6-What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
The angstiest ending I've written is I Do, probably. It's an AU taking place in a similar situation to Mockingjay so I'd say it's fairly equivalent in terms of death and trauma.
7-What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
The True Name, I'd say. As a Blue Castle fanfic, The True Name sticks with the canon super fairy tale ending.
8-Do you get hate on fics?
I did get one call-out comment on ao3 for a post I'd made here on tumblr, but other than that I don't remember any negative comments on ao3. I for sure got hate on ff.net all those years ago. It was rare in comparison to the positive comments, but I got PMs for I Do that I would consider hate, and some more critical comments on that one. I did get a straight-up anon hate comment directed toward me, the author, not the work, on Roses and Pearls the first time I posted it on ff.net, but the person ended up PMing me and apologizing which was big of them.
9-Do you write smut? If so what kind?
I have written explicit smut that I haven't published and "M" rated smut that is mild and I have published. And some fade-to-black. I'm trying to get more comfortable in this area though I don't think I'll ever be an author someone goes to for smut.
10-Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?
I am currently working on a Hungers Game/Hadestown crossover and I am breaking my creative brain to work it.
11-Have you ever had a fic stolen?
Not that I know of. I haven't looked for it and no one has alerted me to any. I know some of my deleted work exists in personal libraries, but I don't care as long as those aren't shared publicly.
12-Have you ever had a fic translated?
I Do was translated into Chinese and Russian as far as I remember. I think some of the old Roses and Pearls was translated into Chinese also. My old deleted fic Sing For Me might have been translated as well? Not aware of/remember any others!
13-Have you ever cowritten a fic before?
Nothing that's been published.
14-What's your all-time favorite ship?
Everlark. They are my true, ultimate OTP.
15-What's a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?
Ah a call-out! Probably Both Sides Now. I'd like for it to be finished, but you know, there are some things that just like that.
16-What are your writing strengths?
You want me to compliment myself?! Well, I like writing dialogue and a comment I often get is that I write in-character for my fics, which is something I strive to do.
17-What are your writing weaknesses?
My prose. I have to think real hard about that stuff. I feel my prose is very cliche and pedestrian, and anything that isn't comes from my blood, sweat, and tears to make it decent. The atmosphere of my writing especially suffers for this.
18-Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?
I wrote some descriptions of ASL for Both Sides Now as I made Lavinia deaf in that fic. I took four semesters of ASL in college so I felt comfortable with that, but other than maybe some Spanish I otherwise would only feel comfortable using someone's help with the translation.
19-First fandom you wrote for?
Wrote for would be The Hunger Games. I would "write" fanfiction in my head since I was a little kid and Sabrina and Harvey broke up on Sabrina the Teenage Witch but first actual writing was The Hunger Games. Waiting for Mockingjay to be released was a bitch and got me started.
20-Favorite fic you've ever written?
Following my heart, I have to go with Sing You Back Home. I put a lot into it, including my own tears. As an Everlark shipper its premise is very important to me--Prim lives and so Katniss and Gale don't have a falling out and it's confirmed again and again that no matter what, Everlark would have happened anyway.
Tagging: @bodyelectric77 @jenniferiawrence @katnissmellarkkk @adsosfraser @caesarflickermans @browneyeddevil and anyone else I might be forgetting!
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late night confessions
so this was written for @ssunnae as part of the @kflixnet exchange event. It was pretty fun and they are such a nice person so i hope you like it <3
Bestfriend!Taehyun x Bestfriend!GN reader
plot; Taehyun tells you how he feels while on a late night hangout
genre; fluff
warnings; none (let me know if i've missed any)
word count; 0.52k
networks; @kflixnet @k-labels
You could swear up and down that night air could heal any wounds. Not literally, but nothing can dry your tears faster than the soft wind with a light chill that exists no matter the season. This belief is how you ended up walking with one of your closest friends as the sun began to set.
Taehyun is someone that has always been by your side through everything. Through past relationships that never worked out, through family drama, through exams, through everything that you had ever faced Taehyun was there for you and you were there for him. It was this closeness that first sparked your feelings towards him.
It was always stolen glances and wishes that his actions were something more than friendly but you kept your feelings quiet because the only thing worse than rejection would be living without him in your life.
Little did you know Taehyun had also fallen for you, he had fallen harder than you could have ever imagined. You had fallen for him first but he had fallen harder for you, honestly it’s as if it was a romance novel, and it was only a matter of time until one of you began to crack.
It just so happened that this one warm June night was the time that Taehyun had enough of the secrecy and decided that it was time for open admiration of who he thought was the most beautiful person he has ever seen. So while sat on the swings watching as the sky shifts from orange to inky black he waited until he felt the time was right to tell you how he had fallen head over heels for his best friend.
As the stars began to reflect in your eyes he felt that there was no better time to reveal his feelings as he turned to you and poured his heart into the world letting all fears of rejection melt away as he focuses on the way that your face seems to glow under the moonlight. It was only after he had finished that he noticed the smile spread wide across your face as you began to laugh into the night air.
This was not out of mockery but out of pure joy that the man you had always viewed as too good, too handsome, too smart actually liked you back. It felt amazing to know that the person you had fallen for had fallen just as deep for you. Looking into his eyes and telling him that you felt the same was the best feeling as you knew that you now had someone who would love you endlessly and never leave your side. Walking back to his car, hand in hand it felt as if everything had righted itself as you knew that the future would be full of unconditional love and kindness.
The night air had a way of changing things. Good or bad the darkness always brought a change and this night just made you believe that even more but with the way that Taehyun looked at you, you knew that his feelings wouldn't be changing anytime soon.
#kfn: the exchange event#kflixnet#k lables#taehyun fluff#txt taehyun#taehyun x reader#taehyun x y/n#kang taehyun#txt x reader#txt fluff#txt fanfiction#taehyun fanfic#txt drabbles
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sluttysnails 2023 A03 Recap!
I am stealing this idea from PCE, so I will tag them for credit, @1moreoffkeyanthem
Total Works: 20!
12 Oneshots
3, twoshots, 2 threeshots, (they aren't full series so it felt weird to included them in that lol)
4 Series ( I technically only have one, but in my head a series is anything that is more than 3 chapters.)
1 Stick of Truth story
Most Kudos: Sliverstone and Goldfeather, 288
Most Comments: Also Sliverstone and Goldfeather, comment thread 98, comments 221
Most hits/bookmarks: it is ALSO Sliverstone and Goldfeather, it's sweeping this year everyone. It has 6,083 hits, and 49 Bookmarks
Longest Work: Sliverstone and Goldfeather, and it's still not done yall because it's #lazygirlwinter it is currently at 37,611 words
0 TFBW stories, sadly
Most written pairing: CREEKKK my oxygen, my life source, can never get enough of them fr
Work that made me cry while writing: Are We Still Friends? The first fanfic I ever posted. It wasn't sad tears, I was just happy I finished writing it, and was really proud of it lol.
Favorite Character to write from: Tweek, especially in S&G he is lowkey like my self insert, if I was like a fictional blonde gay man
Favorite AU: I like my SOT AU, even though the work has 2 chapters, lol, but I've written some of it, and just haven't posted it yet.
Least Fav Work: I Watch The Moon, it was the second thing I ever posted, and like it's not awful, but I would just write it so differently now, and I do think I might rewrite it at a later date.
Works that mean the most to me: Are We Still Friends, Sliverstone and Goldfeather, Camp Cottonwood, why didn't you call me back?, Love Like You, now you suck! god only knows where I'd be without you, ( all for diff reasons, might do a separate post on why)
Favorites:
We can leave the Christmas lights up 'til January
kissin' I hope they caught us,
baby you've got something in your nose ( probably my favorite style thing I've written tbh)
feeling:
how am I supposed to pretend, that I never want to see you again,
and you never knew how much I really liked you
running through the six with my woes!
Most Bizarre Fic: Either now you suck! or my man is my man, is your man, heard its his man too.
okayyyyy, lol this was fun, i love writing fan fiction and I had a really tough year and the South Park fandom has been so welcoming and I've made a lot of friends through it, that I will cherish for years to come.
THANK YOU for reading my fics if you do, even if you only ever read one, and if you haven't read my fics ever, thank you for just following me on here!! thank you for EVERYONE for baring with me and not finishing and/or taking literal months to update my stuff, you guys are the real ones. 🥹🥹🥹🥹
EVERYONE HAVE A HAPPY NEW YEAR AND 2024!!! 🎉🥳🍾🎈🎊🤸🏽♀️🤪
you can find me on a03 as sluttysnails!!! (sorry idk how to link it lol)
#south park#sp creek#sp style#south park fanfiction#a03 fanfic#ao3 writer#happy new year#read on a03#fanfic writers#fanfiction#ao3 author
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ROUND 5 MATCH 11: USAGI VS. KIRBY
Usagi Tsukino from Sailor Moon faces Kirby from Kirby. Who do you like more?
Usagi Propaganda:
"One of the literal most popular characters of all time, but also in my opinion the best protagonist ever written. Kindhearted and loving, powerful and pacifistic. She feels incredibly human and is universally loved in the fandom and across continents in popular culture."
"Girlie is bordering godhood, a reincarnation of a princess of an old moon kingdom, is the strongest in the universe, other people who are also some of the strongest serve her. Yet she's. Still the same person she was in the beginning. She's silly, and despite her kindness and power, she keeps being incredibly goofy.
And despite it all, she's so cringefail!!! Will cry bc a 5 year old got candy and not her, will call it unfair (and that 5 year old is her daughter from the future. Despite her power, she is incredibly human.
And while she is a stereotypical teen girl, and has her own thing about romance going on, the ultimate focus of her life is being Sailor Moon. It is protection not only of the Earth and the human world, but the universe entirely.
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Lastly, I've seen some people mention that Norma is bisexual for their propaganda, but so is Usagi! Yes, she ends up with Mamoru, however throughout the series and the manga she develops numerous crushes on women. Haruka, the character above, is one of the examples. She also very commonly remarks on other women's attractiveness throughout the series.
And while the anime (especially 90s version) hid Usagi's queerness, the original manga shows many instances of her crushing on girls.
Lastly, no matter if you're a die hard Sailor Moon fan or someone who watched Sailor Moon as a kid, her cultural impact is undeniable. Sailor Moon is one of the most iconic, one of the best written, characters ever created. She led to the modern resurgence of currently popular pop culture themes such as first love, personalification of celestial bodies, powerful women in media, fashion trends from the 90s to today. And while several characters had wonderful style, Usagi's was the most influential of them all:
She influenced 90s comeback, high chromatic clothing, preppy style sweaters and crop tops, full pastel, big cropped denim jackets on top of preppier styles, and overall femme styles.
Her influence also shines through fansites that have been running for decades.
That's all that really comes to mind, so vote Sailor Moon RIGHT NOW!!!"
Kirby Propaganda:
"round + pink + nonbiney + likely a godling + hungery + power of friendship- If I hadn't made it clear he is just. omifuginggods. He is an antidepressant to me. I would litterally be contemplating death but then i see them and MMMMMMMMMM. They make me so happy. A little guy with a greater power of friendship than twilight sparkle and soooo overpowered but is also just a cool kid who likes food. If he was non-fictional and became real I would cry from happiness and the mentioned tears would water my crops. He means the world to me and they are the most character of all characters of all time that they cured my dededepression. Vote for them rn plslpslpls."
"HE SUPPLIES ME WITH SO MUCH HAPPINESS I LOVE HIM SO MUCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HE BRIGHTENS MY DAY AND HE HAS THE HAPPINESS"
"I'm lov he <3 Also hyperfixation go brrrr"
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You may already be aware, but I actually found ppl going back and forth on Reddit about a post you'd made on here (re Viserys being a shite parent). It's under r/HouseOfTheDragon in case you ever wanted to check it out. I just recognized your name, as I follow you and it was shared as a screenshot from here.
lmao i will never get over how wild reposting on the internet actually is. that fucker has over a thousand comments and i had no idea until you told me just now! literally made a reddit account to try to add my voice to the din just to encourage people to discuss on the original platform so i can see but tbh people on reddit are a lot meaner than tumblr so i won't be mad if it doesn't get too many upvotes.
reddit's responses to this post is such an interesting case study in the polarization that's happening everywhere online. i get SO MANY accusations of being wildly biased from supporters of both "teams" all the time and it's funny because like am i too team green or too team black bc i can't be both right? mostly i think it's because people get really defensive when you criticize a character and assume it means you hate them. like bruh we are adults with big girl emotions can't it be a little more complex than that?
when i say i think viserys is a bad parent, i'm not saying it as team green propaganda. i've said before that rhaenyra is the rightful ruler and that i absolutely adore her as a character (let's just say aemond isn't my only babygirl). there's a reason i've written 100k+ words of fanfic designing a political scenario where she'll be able to happily rule without any of her children dying. spoiler alert: it's not because i hate her and think she's a bad ruler. and she's far from the only character on team black i love: daemon, jacaerys, lucerys, and baela all come to mind.
it's also really interesting to me that people see my opinion about viserys and, even though i literally did not mention rhaenyra, assume that i'm somehow shitting on her. it just goes to show how much they stand blindly by one team or another. that to criticize one member of their "team" feels to them like you're criticizing every member. like baby, i'm not the one making it about teams: you are! honestly, i understand why the team mentality was a good marketing move, but it really has been the death of critical thinking in this fandom. there are aspects of both that we're meant to root for, just as there are aspects of both we're meant to hate. none of these people are objectively morally good, and that's what makes it interesting, so why are we trying to pretend otherwise?
so while yes, i don't like viserys, why would i extend that dislike to rhaenyra? it's not like she forced him at gunpoint to do the things i'm criticizing him for lol. in fact, i think viserys did her just as dirty most of the time. i have another post in the works about this, but he neglected her for her entire childhood, groomed her best friend and dealt with telling her in the worst possible way, and made her heir in a bid for her affection yet did none of the actual work to honor her as a ruler. he could have made her his hand but instead he made her pour his wine?
now, again, just because we dislike part of something does not mean it's all bad. do i think viserys is generally quite a bad parent and person? absolutely. did i also cry ugly tears in the scene where he forces himself up from his literal deathbed to defend his daughter? yes. these two things can coexist.
also, because reddit is reddit, there are a bunch of comments that just miss my point about alicent and aemma entirely. i've already responded to those in a post here so i won't beat a dead horse too much. but to paraphrase: viserys married alicent because he liked her specifically not for duty or he would've married someone who wouldn't horrify the entire small council; and aemma didn't need to be alive and conscious for the pain she was put through at the end of her life. the things he did to his wives weren't necessary and i don't think we should be pretending they were.
lastly, it's really funny to me how many people incorrectly assumed i was a man in the comments. i'm genuinely the girliest girl to ever girl in real life (makeup jewelry and tits to the gods, sorority girly, the whole nine yards, i love it) and it gave me such whiplash. there's a joke to be made here about trying to weaponize male privilege somewhere.
#hotd#house of the dragon#viserys targaryen#viserys i targaryen#viserys#viserys i#rhaenyra targaryen#rhaenyra#alicent hightower#alicent#aemma arryn#aemma#show#books#team green#team black#hotd meta#meta
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