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sfigatino · 1 year

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Spotify Wrapped #9?

I hope the memory’s killing you over there, don’t even front, you know that you just can’t compare what it used to be, I hope your jacket smells like me.

Nathan walked to school with a huff as he watched his pathetic little brother with Marinette. They had been officially dating for a little while now, everyone’s perfect definition of a couple. Gross.

Marinette grinned and laced her fingers with Felix’s, who visibly blushed and looked down with a smile. Pathetic. Oh, if she only knew… Nathan could do so much better and he knew it.

The chance she had to go out with Nathan, the Nathan from the gym club, the one that everyone always wanted to date or attract the attention of. Marinette could’ve been the most popular girl in school, clad arm-in-arm with Nathan. She could’ve been powerful in that school, free to do whatever she wanted with whoever.

But no, she decided to set her gaze on someone else. Not just anyone else, but Felix. Stupid, skrunkly Felix who couldn’t do anything right according to Nathan and their father. Ugh, don’t even get him started on their father. Their father, high and mighty in that colorless office of his, was of the opinion that Nathan and Felix were both failures. Everything they did was wrong, everything they did was meaningless.

And maybe somewhere inside, Nathan was just lonely. Maybe he just wanted to have a chance to do something right, to be good enough for something. Someone.

But no. That’d be ridiculous. Nathan liked to pretend he was better than everyone else to get away from that. And Marinette wanted no part in that.

“Marinette.” Nathan nodded as he marched past them, shoving Felix forward and almost toppling him.

“You don’t have to be so rude.” Marinette pouted, stamping her foot as she helped Felix regain his balance.

Nathan glared. “You don’t have to have such bad taste in men.” Felix shot him a look and silently kept walking.

“Yeah, no kidding. I can’t believe I ever fell for you.” She sniffed with distaste as she tried to catch up to Felix.

Nathan growled under his breath, shoving his fists in his pockets. She could’ve had everything. She could’ve been everything. She could’ve been mine.

And that Felix. Nathan watched as Marinette slid into her seat, Felix tenderly sitting down next to her and silently tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. He was so gentle, so elegant, so… so… so pitiful.

No doubt, Marinette agreed to love him because no one else would, this was Felix. Where Nathan feigned superiority to be better, Felix shut everyone out. He was about as romantically desirable as the Grinch.

Which meant she had to be pitying him. Pretty predictable, all things considered, she was nothing if not nice to everyone, adopting every little charity project she could because she was nice like that, Nathan figured.

Nathan shrugged off his thoughts as he entered the building and dozens of people visibly cleared the way for him as he stormed past, some even swooning on sight. But not Marinette. She was still chatting away with Felix as he followed her like a lost puppy. Again, pathetic.

But whatever. It’s not like she was the entire world. Only she was, to several people, and Nathan was determined to get her out of Felix’s cold hands and awkward embrace, and into his warm loving arms. He would hold her, keep her warm, so she wouldn’t even have to ask him for his jacket, like Felix always offered his.

He wouldn’t be shy when she held his hand. She wouldn’t have to search for kisses and affection. She wouldn’t have to wait for him to make a move. She wouldn’t have to wonder if he was uncomfortable.

He wouldn’t be Felix.

But she didn’t want that.

But whatever.

#applebearly #nathan agreste #nathan sphinx #marinette cheng #felix sphinx #felinette #i mean technically #feligette #if we follow my tagging pattern #i really should make an ask tag #carissa's writing #carissa's work #This took way longer than I meant #there was just so much potential in the plot lol

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butterflies-and-bumble-bees · 25 days

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6 and 9 for the book ask game

6. What book would you change the end of?

Moriarty by Anthony Horowitz - there is a twist ending that (I at least felt) was completely out of the blue and only there for shock value. it drove me crazy (also they killed one of my favourite characters)

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9. Have you attempted to write a book or something? What?

I have like 5 writing WIPs atm

Ones that I actually have done some amount of work on:

The dystopian story I posted an excerpt from back in December, for the inklings challenge. ~ My word doc for the story, including the excerpt from the inklings challenge, currently has 2933 words. ~ I also have two more documents: one with a detailed outline, and another with character/world-building notes.

A short story I wrote a first draft for, about a little girl who gets lost while on a hike with her family and receives help from an unlikely source. ~ As I never finished typing up my handwritten draft I have no idea how many words

My dimension/time travel story. It kinda dips into a bunch of different genres including several flavors of scifi, fantasy, mystery, and more I can't think of rn. ~ I have written out multiple outlines/timelines for this story, (and made several Pinterest boards) to try and help me wrap my head around what happens/wrestle it into a narrative that makes sense to people who are not me.

A unfinished short story about Ni Ban, the Irish mermaid princess who became a saint. I hope to write a collection of short saint stories for children in the vein of Once Upon A Time Saints by Ethel Pochaki. But this is the only one I've begun work on for it so far. ~ My working draft currently has about 500 words

The Cow, an as of now completed short story I wrote about the traveling theatre troupe from the Comedia Del Arte plays my theatre group did. It's kind of a slice of life story about one of the many misadventures this group of wanna-be dnd bards encounters. ~ It's just about 1000 words. ~ I might post it if anyone's interested.

Ones I have living min my brain rent free

The (short?) story I came up with the basics of a few days ago. It's set in the western frontier. (Or a steampunk version of it {I'm not sure if I wanna go the historically accurate/or historical fantasy route just yet})

Another concept I just came up with that's essentially my version of the Twitter ARG gr3gory88, cause I watched the episode of creepcast about it and they came up with a bunch of different variations of the story that I wanted to explore. ~ I have at least 2 or 3 versions/ways the story could go rn. Part of this is cause I can see a few different approaches being taken by different protagonists. It also depends on how close one wishes to follow the gr3gory88 story. (I basically have a punnet square with protags on one side and different plots on the other).

#tea talks #my writing #my stuff #good lord this took way longer to put together than I meant it to #cause I kept going back and looking through my filesto see what I actually HAVE written #and to figure out word counts #I had also completely forgotten The Cow until I saw it there

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tirednapentity · 2 years

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Day 5: In loving memory of

@sergeantsporks

I have to admit that this one… got away from me a bit. It’s way longer than I wanted it to be and I’m a bit uncertain wether it fits the prompt. This is also perhaps one of the most angst things I’ve ever written.

They’re back on that damned bridge. Or, at least what’s left of it. Over half of it is gone, leaving a narrow strip of stone that thy’re running around on, desperately trying not to die. Above them, their foe twists and turns in the air, laughing loudly as they strike left and right.

And in the middle of it all, is Hunter. He’s shaking with adrenaline, running, jumping, throwing everything he has and is into this fight. Panic blurs his vision - until he turns his head at a terrified yell coming from his left. And suddenly his entire world is narrowing down to Gus, crouched down low and eyes wide in fear, and the shadow looming over him, golden light flashing in his vision. He moves, faster than the eye can follow, slamming into him and putting his body in front of Gus’s. The blow connects with his side, and then he’s stumbling – they both are – and there’s suddenly no ground under his feet.

Air rushes by them. Gus screams, right by his ear, and Hunter thinks he might be screaming too. It’s kind of hard to tell, with the air rushing by him as they plummet. He thrusts out a hand, grabbing onto Gus’s arm as tightly as he can, while the other fumbles to get a grip on his staff. His fingers barely close around it, but it’s enough. It has to be, or else they’re going to end up nothing more than two mangled bodies on the floor.

Wooden wings beat the air, and their descent begins to slow, just as Hunter thinks they might not make it after all. It can’t be called flying, with Hunter hanging onto the staff with one hand and grabbing Gus with the other. Hopefully it’ll be enough for them not to die upon impact. His hands are slick with sweat, trembling with exertion as he tries to hold on.

They still hit the ground hard. It knocks the air from his lungs all over again, and for a single second before he punches himself to his feet, he just lays there, trying to make sense of the fact that he’s still alive. His vision swim

“Hunter?” he says, voice sounding like it’s about to collapse, heightened into panic. Hunter finally opens his eyes – when did he close them? – and

And for a moment, the world stands still.

There are bodies around them. Barely even that – all Hunter sees are bones and golden masks, and oh Titan, there’s so many of them, far more than he’d ever thought and –

He thinks he might vomit.

His staff falls out of numb fingers, clattering on the ground and rolling away from him, closer to the center of this tomb they’ve stumbled into. It’s littered with loose debris and shards of both metal and glass all over, and when Hunter pushes himself to his feet, he feels them prick at his fingertips.

He hadn’t – he doesn’t remember how many memories of dead guards he’d seen in Belos’ mind. He’d thought that it had maybe been a dozen or so, but not – not this. There are far too many to count, scattered all around them. It almost doesn’t look real. But then there’s the way his body aches all over, the way the air tastes like rot and how his feet seem glued to the stone floor, and the sinking knowledge that this is very, very real.

It’s too horrible to be a dream, and not merciful enough to be a nightmare.

From behind him there’s a quiet, strangled gasp. Hunter barely registers it at first, too caught up with trying and failing to keep himself together. But then it does catch up to him, and he whirls around to Gus. He manages it just in time to see Gus’s eyes flash a bright, terrible blue.

Blue light swirls around them both, a dizzying rush of color that eventually solidifies into tall trees that shroud them in shadow. Magic ripples out from Gus, blurring and reshaping the ground into a forest floor. And Hunter’s stomach just plummets, throat dry and stuck together as his heart pounds against the inside of his ribcage.

“Gus?” he chokes up. It comes out wrong, but that’s irrelevant. He can’t muster up anything better.

Gus doesn’t see him. His eyes are locked onto his but they’re unfocused, flooded with blue. His hands are shaking at his side, balled into fists, knuckles nearly white.

Fuck.

“Gus, breathe,” he tries, raising a trembling hand and holding up four fingers. “It’s going to be alright.”

He draws in a slow breath, folding his fingers to his palm and counting aloud. One, two, three four – three, two, one. One, two, three four…

And miraculously, Gus begins to copy him. His breathing is shaky, but it evens out with time. Hunter truly thinks he’s about to collapse from the mixture of still present panic and relief that floods him.

“Can I touch you?” he asks. His voice still sounds brittle and wrong, but Gus simply nods, and Hunter moves up to wrap an arm around his shoulders. Gus melts into it, burying his face into his side. Hunter just pulls him closer, closing his eyes and trying his best to not fall apart, pushing down the tears pricking at his eyes.

He can’t cry. He can’t cry right now, because he knows he would break.

“We need to get out of here,” he eventually says. It should be manageable – Flapjack’s around here somewhere. He just has to get his staff, and then they’ll be okay.

They’ll be okay.

But the floor’s still covered in Gus’s illusion, a thick layer of grass and fallen leaves hiding the stone underneath. Hunter can barely see his own boots. And he dropped his staff earlier – who knows where it could’ve rolled to.

He’ll find it, Hunter reassures himself. He’ll find it eventually. Maybe that’s a lie, but he can’t think about that for the same reason he can’t cry.

So he calls out for his palisman, hoping desperately to at least hear and answering chirp. Nothing. He tries again, and again, and again.

Nothing.

It looks like he’s doing this the hard way then.

Hunter’s fingertips drift over the floor of the pit, occasionally catching on tiny glass fragments and cracks in the stone as he feels around for his staff. They’re trembling worse with every minute. Occasionally, they’ll brush against cold, jagged metal.

Hunter searches, and tries not to think.

He’s barely keeping his breathing under control, nausea creeping up inside his throat, as he touches something that’s roughly the right shape. He lays a hand on it, wrapping his fingers around, only to realize that the object in fact isn’t his staff, when instead of wood he feels –

Hunter yanks his hand away as if it burned him as soon as it registers what he’s touching. He shakes even worse after, breaths coming out faster and faster as his ribcage draws tight around his lungs. Bile rises in his throat, and he barely chokes it down.

When he’s finally got a grip, he puts his hand back on the floor. He has to keep going – if not for himself, then for Gus. He’s not giving up on him too.

It’s not the last time he touches the bones of his predecessors. His hand bumps against something that could be a skull, still half covered in metal. Tiny fragments are scattered like pebbles all across – it’s hardly possible to avoid. All he can do is bite his tongue and try not to vomit.

He doesn’t even know how long he searches.

Logically, he knows that he has to find his staff eventually. It couldn’t have rolled that far. But rationality is hard to hold onto when he’s kneeling in a pit filled with the remains of centuries worth of past Golden Guards. In the very pit where he knows he would’ve ended up if he’d just been slightly less lucky.

It also holds resemblance to being buried under the roots of trees, hearing two voices echo around him as he fumbles with slips of paper and clutching an old jacket. But that’s yet another thing he’s trying not to think about.

Hunter keeps searching and he keeps shaking and he keeps teetering just on the edge of collapse, treading a fine line between ignoring everything around him and letting it overwhelm him. His mind is racing a mile a minute and his heart pounds against the inside of his sternum like a bird trapped in a cage that’s much too small for it.

Hunter doesn’t know when he slips up. All he knows is that suddenly the crushing fear and hopelessness becomes too much to bear as his lungs are suddenly completely void of air, as his hand rests on what can only be a skull – only this one doesn’t have a mask. It’s much too small for one anyway.

Gus is calling his name. Gus is calling his name, voice barely just cutting through the fog that’s taken over his brain, and Hunter can’t fucking muster up anything in response. He wants to respond, truly, he does, but all he can manage is another stuttering gasp as he desperately tries to breathe. A hand lands on his shoulder and he can’t suppress a violent flinch. It’s retracted instantly, and he thinks he can hear Gus say something else, even if the words don’t quite reach him.

He’s in front of Hunter now, and he looks just as afraid as him. Titan, does he look afraid. His hand’s up, counting down as he tries to get Hunter to breathe. But Hunter – he just can’t. He just keeps hyperventilating like a fish out of water as Gus has to pick up his slack.

He doesn’t know how long it’s been.

They’re both still kneeling on the floor of the pit, Gus’s hands gripped tightly in his. Hunter still hasn’t found his staff and Gus’s eyes still shine a brilliant blue.

But then there’s a voice echoing through the cavern, calling out their names. It’s joined by another, deeper one, one that sounds just as desperate.

It takes him a while to register the sound. But when he does, he finally manages to lift his head – because he knows these voices. Tears try to push up again, this time just from the sheer relief that floods him as he desperately shouts back, his grip on Gus tightening to the point of pain.

And then the illusion ripples in place as Luz bursts out through the fake trees, face crumpling in relief as she spots them. Right after her comes another figure, a purple cloak sweeping across the stone.

“Oh thank god you’re okay,” Luz breathes, crouching down beside them. Her presence is like a breath of fresh air as she reaches around to wrap both of them in her arms. Hunter lets her, too drained to even think about refusing the touch. Gus latches onto her too, burying his face in her shoulder as he trembles.

Darius clears his throat behind them. His face is so carefully neutral that Hunter thinks it has to be fake.

“As heartwarming as this is, I do believe you probably want to get out of… whatever this is.”

Oh. They don’t actually know what they’ve just stumbled upon, do they.

Of course they don’t. Gus’s illusion still covers every inch of the horror underneath. There’s no way they know. Hunter doesn’t know how to feel about that.

So he doesn’t say anything. What comes out of his mouth instead is, “Flapjack’s still around here somewhere.”

“We’ll have time to find your palisman later,” Darius responds, settling a hand on his shoulder. Maybe Hunter’s imagining it, but he thinks his face softens just a bit when he makes eye contact.

He doesn’t want to leave his palisman. But he’s beyond tired and he trusts Darius. So he just nods and lets himself be helped to his feet. Only that Darius doesn’t let his hand go, even after he’s steadied himself.

“You’re bleeding,” he says, and Hunter looks downstairs his hands and oh. Turns out those shards might’ve cut deeper than he realized.

Titan, why didn’t he bring his gloves?

It’s not that bad anyway. Just a few trickles of blood from tiny cuts. It isn’t even hurting badly, and even if, that’d hardly be the worst thing about this whole situation. Yet Darius stares at it with his brows knitted together in a frown, like it’s something worth worrying about.

“It’s okay.” he says quietly. “It doesn’t hurt.” And Darius looks like he wants to say something else, but he doesn’t. Instead he simply pulls Hunter closer, gesturing for Luz and Gus to come join them as well.

“Well then, let’s get going.” He says, drawing a single spell circle. Abomination magic rises up above them and Hunter takes a deep breath before letting it swallow him, holding on tight to the others and closing his eyes.

It’s a while before he sees Darius again after that. When he does, Darius wordlessly presses the handle of his staff into Hunter’s hands before sitting down next to him. This time, the blank look on his face doesn’t nearly look as structurally sound as before.

He doesn’t know what to say except a breathless thank you while he hurries to unscrew Flapjack from his interlock. They immediately flutter all around him as soon as he gets them free, chirping her worries and little I love yous with every breath. He cradles her close, cupping them in his hands. He half feels like he could cry just from this.

“I love you,” he whispers back. “I love you so much.”

You too!

“I know. Believe me, I know.”

Darius keeps standing there, watching them. Eventually, Flapjack calms down, perching on his shoulder and tucking their head next to his chin. And that’s when Darius finally breaks the silence.

“I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

“For not coming to get you sooner. You shouldn’t have to see any of… that.”

Hunter swallows. “You were fighting for your life. We all were.”

“That’s not an excuse, just an explanation, and you know that.”

Hunter doesn’t come up with a response for that one. Because he doesn’t really blame Darius, but he’s too tired to argue any more. Instead he simply sighs, and in a movement he doesn’t dare think about, lets his head rest against Darius’s shoulder.

He’s pleasantly surprised when instead of pulling away or anything of the sorts, Darius I seat puts his own arm around his shoulders. Hunter leans into the touch as his eyes start to drift shut.

They stay like that for a long time.

#Dadrius week 2022 #dadrius #darius deamonne #hunter deamonne #gus porter #Toh #toh hunter #hunter the golden guard #nightmare trauma pit #this took me so long to write it’s actually insane #like. This was very much meant to be posted on THURSDAY #By god if I have to look at this a moment longer I am going to explode #jules writes

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wren-of-the-woods · 1 year

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Chapters: 10/12 Fandom: The Witcher (TV), Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jaskier | Dandelion/Yennefer z Vengerbergu | Yennefer of Vengerberg, Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia/Jaskier | Dandelion/Yennefer z Vengerbergu | Yennefer of Vengerberg, Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia/Jaskier | Dandelion Characters: Yennefer z Vengerbergu | Yennefer of Vengerberg, Jaskier | Dandelion, Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Jaskier | Dandelion's Mouse Friends Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - Different First Meeting, Angst with a Happy Ending, Angst, Humor, Fluff, Banter, not quite enemies to lovers but almost, more like, Annoying Strangers to Friends to Lovers, so i guess, Strangers to Lovers, with some, Friends to Lovers, for the Geraskier, Prison, Hurt Yennefer z Vengerbergu | Yennefer of Vengerberg, Yennefer z Vengerbergu | Yennefer of Vengerberg Whump, Hurt Jaskier | Dandelion, Jaskier | Dandelion Whump, Jaskier refuses to shut up, Jaskier | Dandelion is a Ray of Sunshine, Jaskier | Dandelion Lacks Self-Preservation Instincts, Original Mouse Characters - Freeform, Hurt/Comfort, Developing Relationship, Mutual Pining, Minor Violence, Near Death Experiences, Rescue, Cuddling & Snuggling, Poetry, original lyrics, and also lyrics lifted directly from the show, I contain multitudes Summary:

When Yennefer is thrown in a cell to await execution, the last thing she wants is a cellmate. She gets one anyway: one who is loud, annoying, and convinced that he will be rescued by a witcher. She expects his company to make her miserable. She does not expect it to slowly become bearable, to grow fond of him, or to want to help him — and the last thing she anticipates is that the rescue might actually happen.

Or: Yennefer and Jaskier meet in a dungeon. It goes, all things considered, surprisingly well.

Chapter ten, in which there are pining, conversations, and a song!

#the witcher #geraskefer #geralt #jaskier #yennefer #yennskier #yenskier #sometimes it takes a prison cell #wren writes #it took far longer than i meant it to but an update is here!!

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bookwyrminspiration · 2 years

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I feel like it would be really cool to learn more about Maruca’s ability. Like, what does it feel like when she uses it? What sorts of things can she and can she not do?

you are asking the exact same questions I had to ask myself when I started the wings au, Nonsie. I am also so curious about how it works! We've got a general sense of most of the other abilities, by psionipaths are a mystery!

One of the things I'm most curious about is whether or not the force-fields are stationary, like fixed in place. Once you create a forcefield can it be moved and manipulated at all, or are you stuck with it in that position until you completely dismantle it? When I wrote the ability I chose to have it a little more malleable, where Maruca could form tiny little spheres of forcefield in her hand and then throw them at things/people. But I did that because it was cool and because I don't know if it's impossible or not!!

In canon there appears to be a sort of continuum of permeability/blockability. Maruca mentioned how water was harder to block than she thought it would be. It was able to get through her shield--but implied that it wasn't impossible to block. Which both shows that forcefields can have different strengths and that different things are harder to protect against and therefore require different amounts of energy and focus. She was able to trap Gisela among others under a forcefield successfully, but not protect against water. What about that is different? Is it the nature of the water? Was it Linh's anxieties and her strength that made it hard to protect against?

How does the Atlantis forcefield work? It's a permanent forcefield around the area, but does it need to be refreshed? Outside of being destroyed, I mean. I know there's a team for repair, but would it simply last forever?

Is any part of the ability more related to the body or not? where on the body? Telepaths touch people on the temples for a better connection, and empaths need touch to use their ability at all (sophie georg is an outlier adn should not be counted)--hands are most sensitive though. Enhancers store energy in their hands, but mesmers don't have to touch anyone to do anything. Vanishers work with the whole body, and conjurers just have to snap. Where do psionipaths fall on that spectrum? Maruca holds up her hands, but is that where the energy is stored or is it a conduit? Can she feel the power in her hands of is it just helpful like it is for telepaths?

Forcefields are energy, right? what kind of energy does it draw from? abilities use mental control, but do psionipaths produce the energy they use to make their shields and as such have a reserve to be depleted and strengthened, or do they draw from energy in the world around them and their limitations are instead on their control and resourcefulness?

I'm getting distracted but my point is I agree with you entirely!! I'd love to know more about psionipaths and how the ability works, all the little details. They make forcefields, but what does that mean!

#kotlc #keeper of the lost cities #kotlc abilities #quil's queries #nonsie #there may be answers to some of these questions I'm simply just following the train of thought rn #let me telling you trying to write a psionipath while having no clue how it works from their pov results in a lot of bullshitting #especially since I had practically a whole chapter from marucas pov #which I hadn't meant to do it kinda just happened #and then got a lot longer than I meant for it too #maruca simply took over #offered me a clementine in payment

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zecoritheweirdone · 2 years

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so..

dream smp superhero/villain aus, am i right

recently(as in, about a few hours ago at the time of first writing this), i just had the sudden urge to just.. write a whole essay about this topic. and like, who am i to not bend to the will of my own mind?

so, strap in, and prepare yourself for me rambling a bunch about how people write plot twists and identity reveals in these kinds of fics(this is gonna be mostly, if not all, positive, if i may add).

(also, quick little disclaimer, for anyone who sees this who doesn’t know of me(which, fair), yes i will be writing in italics the whole time — it’s just a thing i do. just letting y’all know now jandkdndjd.)

now, i’m sure we all know, or at least have heard of the superhero/villain fics, of which there are many, that us dream smp fic writers have latched onto. we all know of the fic that, while may not have invented it, has definitely popularized it — tommyinnit’s unbeatable method. while i myself have never read it fully — got a little bit too crack, for my personal tastes, and pure angst has never been my forte, either (but to each their own, of course!) — i cannot deny the effect it had on this fandom, and i, for one, absolutely love it.

i’m not here to simply talk about the super fics(which is what i shall be calling them from now on, for simplicity's sake) in general, however. no no, here, i want to focus on something specific, something that typically is the main thing that draws one in to this kind of fic.

that is to say, as i’m sure you already know if you’ve read the intro.. the identity reveal, as well as just plot twists in general.

now, i could really have used any sort of fandom to use as an example here, but the dream smp is the first fandom that comes to my mind when i think about this — plus, well, dsmp fics are the only kind of fics i’ve been reading recently, so.. haha, yeah.

so, let’s get this straight, right out of the bat — it’s incredibly obvious to a reader who exactly the supposedly hidden identities are supposed to be. most fic writers, and do note i say this with love, i promise; are not all that great with coming up with original names. when i read a fic, i know that siren is wilbur, that the blade/blood god is techno, and that the angel of death is philza. and while those are the most common names to see, there are more that alert one to their true identities, as well: orpheus, whippoorwill, jubilee, zepherus, crowfather..

(dude i looked so hard(not really) to find other common names ppl use for techno but i could not find any.. either they use blade/blood god or they’re using a unique name or something else that isn’t used much by people.. in which case kudos for them.)

that isn’t to say that most official superhero media have great names, though. i mean.. captain america? ironman? spider-man? batman? whole lot of blank-man’s..

but, well.. for the people who know the characters well(which, well.. if you’re reading the fic, chances are, you’re gonna know the characters), it’s pretty obvious who’s who from the get-go.

but..

that isn’t really.. the point of these fics.

while it isn’t unwelcome to be in the dark about certain people’s identities(or at the least, have semi-original names),, that’s not the point.

the point is to see how all the characters interact with each other.

and.. it’s to see how they react to the reveal.

because, while the reader may know who the character’s real identities, the characters themselves don’t. and that, folks, that’s why most of you lot read them.

if not because of their names, then the summary often clues you in on what exactly you’re reading — that is, typically, an identity reveal between either a civilian or vigilante tommy, and a hero or villain trio of techno, phil, and wilbur; with some sort of extra spice thrown in to make it unique. what that is can vary, either tommy and gang are some sort of experiments, or are otherwise wanted by a not-so-good group, or maybe a different, just-as-good(that is to say, not as good) group is causing mayhem, and everyone around them has to pick up the pieces while keeping secrets locked tight. maybe nothing is as it seems at first glance, or maybe tommy is a kid with a power who heals the wrong(or right) person.

there are a ton of ways you can take this to keep it from going stale — and even if a fic is just like those that come before it, well.. two cakes is always better than one, you know?

brief fic plugging aside, and to reiterate a previous point.. it’s the characters’ reactions that drive a fic forward, not just their secrets.

a great example of this in a popular media is in this show, i don’t know if you all would have heard of it, it’s called, uh.. lemme think real quick...... oh yes, the owl house.

jokes aside, the owl house does provide a wonderful example of what exactly i’m talking about. major spoilers for the show for the next few paragraphs, for those who haven’t watched it — which, i highly recommend doing so, for it is very good. the start is a bit weak, i will admit, but the rest of the show absolutely makes up for it. definitely gets better halfway through the first season, if not a bit earlier than that.

(warning this went of for way too long,, woops djndkdjd)

now — and forgive me if i get a couple details wrong, it’s been a hot second since i’ve seen the earlier episodes — in season two, luz, with amity’s help, comes across a book, one written by a human who was previously trapped in the demon realm, just like luz is currently — you know, after she destroyed the only portal door they had to keep belos, the show’s main antagonist, from getting his hands on it. and apparently, he was building a portal door to the human realm — and was presumably successful.

so over the next few episodes, they build up this human, named phillip wittebane, as a fairly nice and smart guy. mans is just trying to get home, you know? and as luz reads the book, she begins to idolize phillip a bit. she follows his instructions, and eventually, she manages to rebuild the portal.

it uh, fails.. but that’s a story for another day.

she goes back to the book, and finds out phillip needed to go consult this being called the collector — who is important but not to this essay — and luz assumes he needed to find him to help with the portal.

with help from her aunt, lilith, she manages to go back in time(don’t ask how that’s not important), and find phillip. they team up, and adventure to find this macguffin that’s used to summon the collector.

good news! they find the macguffin.

bad news? uh.. phillip, isn’t quite as nice as was first believed. in fact, he happily tries to sacrifice his new companions in order to get away with the macguffin.

the two manage to get away, and end up confronting phillip once more — which ends with lilith punching phillip in the face, hell yeah girl!

but once they return to their own time, well.. the show cuts back to phillip, and..

it’s revealed that he’s belos, who is, if i may reiterate, the show’s main antagonist.

fans theorized about this for a while now, but this was the first time it was confirmed.

but folks, we’re not done with the owl house talk yet!! (i promise this is relevant okay the toh talk will be over soon).

so, it was revealed to the audience that phillip was belos..

but the cast, all they know is that phillip is a bitch. for all they know, phillip was a human, and belos is a witch.

but this all changes when the episode hollow mind airs.

luz and hunter — the golden guard, belos’ right hand, and supposedly his nephew — end up traveling into belos’ mind(again don’t ask it’s not important).

they end up falling deeper into his mind, and find out all the terrible things belos has done(which absolutely crushes hunter’s mindset, as he was advocating for his uncle earlier, poor kid) — launch an attack on a witch town, claiming it was by wild witches; horrifically kill a bunch of witches with a test version of the sigil system(well, they were still alive when we last saw them, but they were in agony, and i wouldn’t be surprised if they ended up dying a while after), and literally murder his own fucking brother.

and if that wasn’t enough, turns out? he cloned said brother. and then had to kill that clone when they fell out of line. rinse and repeat for the next, oh,, four hundred fucking years.

icing on the cake? hunter is a clone — or a grimwalker, as the show calls it. which, in of itself is another great example of the fans knowing something before the characters, but if i touched in it deeper this section would be longer, and y’all probably came here for the dsmp talk,, jdnkdmidj.

anyway, luz ends up getting confronted by belos — or rather, inner belos, but if you haven’t seen the show you don’t need to worry about the difference — and this.. this is where he reveals his true identity to luz.

and were this a lesser show, this would probably be very underwhelming for fans. like, c’mon, dude, we already knew that, give us something new.

but, again.. this wasn’t a reveal for the fans. this was for the characters.

and by god, did they deliver on that.

luz, who was already kicking herself for idolizing the prick that was phillip, now has to deal with the fact that, not only was she idolizing belos, albeit his past self, but she also helped him.

so, all this to say.. plot twists don’t need to be a surprise to have a reaction.

now, i just accidentally made like half of this essay so far about owl house, which, in a thing that’s supposed to be for, well.. you know, not the owl house.. probably not a good thing?

so, well.. how about i spend the rest of this time talking about a fic that i believe handles plot twists really well — that is, both ones that a surprise to the audience, and ones that aren’t.

let’s talk about.. tommyinnit’s services for villains, vigilantes, and various other vagabonds by scorpionoesit.

that’s right, folks, this whole post was secretly an advertisement for vagabonds this whole time!!!!!! HAHAHAHAHA!!!!!! YOU WERE FOOOOOOOOOOOOLED.

[coughs].

anyway.

in my opinion, vagabonds perfectly handles both types of twists.

for those who haven’t read it before, the TLDR of the fic is that tommy is just.. some guy, who ends up helping all sorts of people, be that civilians, vigilantes, the mafia.. even villains and heroes.

granted, we haven’t seen the latter two yet, but it’s only a matter of time!

and usually, these sorts of fics would have tommy have some sort of healing powers, like tommyinnit’s clinic for supervillans by bonesandthebees, which i linked earlier. but.. this fic doesn’t do that.

that isn’t to say fics that do have him use healing powers aren’t good — for one, have you seen tommyinnit’s clinic, or like- literally any other fic like it? and two, the last thing i want to do is talk down in writers for using tropes, even if they seem overused. once again, i’d like to bring attention to the two cakes theory.

but, i do have to admit.. it is refreshing.

i could explain his power, but tommy puts it together better than anyone could, over in the second chapter. the tldr of it, though, is information. which.. doesn’t sound all that good, until you see what he can get up to in the fic. i won’t spoil much(i say, knowing i’m going to spoil so many other things),, so if you’re really interested in knowing, and haven’t already, i’d say check out the fic!

and, just to state again, i’m gonna be going over some things that are spoilers for the fic, so either go and read the fic, or proceed with caution. and if you’ve already read the fic before, hell yeah!! take a peanut butter cookie.

now, as i’ve said before, there are some things — mainly characters — in this fic that are pretty obvious to a dream smp fan — which, as stated before, is not a bad thing.

there’s the vigilante orion, who’s stated to have a “large red cape” and a boar skull — who you can immediately pin down as techno from that description alone. and then, when tommy mentions a protégé of orion’s, who just know he’s talking about ranboo(technosensei for the winnnnn).

then we have masquerade, who, if not from his name(presumably being a reference to one of the tftsmp episodes), or his power(semi-time travel and portals), then by his outfit, we can say safely that he’s karl.

the hero marauder, even if you haven’t seen that name used for her before, is also pretty clear to be puffy, seeing that she’s stated to be dream’s mother.

and the author isn’t hiding their identities, either — in fact, they want you to know. because trust me, you’ll know when they’re attempting to hide it. or, well.. not quite hide it, but they aren’t giving any obvious clues, either.

jägerbomb is a villain that hasn’t shown up much, beyond a few mentions here or there, but even his identity can be found, if you know where to look. there’s the fact that jägerbomb is a type of cocktail, and the fact that, apparently, his power causes him to not be liked a lot by micheal(who, for those who don’t know, uh.. doesn’t have good parents, to say the least). all this to say, well.. there’s only one person in the dream smp that’s so obviously connected to alcohol. jschlatt.

schlatt, though, even through his minor appearances, can still be found out(unless we’re wrong but like.. [points at the villain jschlatt tag] we’re.. probably not). but, what if there’s a person who isn’t so obvious?

enter, geyser. or, sewage boy, as he’s more commonly known as.

at first glance, especially at the latter name, you’d probably think, like.. they’re charlie, right? which.. sounds plausible, until you take into account their power. manipulation of water — or, more specifically,, steam. which, well.. probably not charlie, then? especially considering he shows up later in chapter three, with.. you know, not steam powers.

when looking into at sewage boy’s identity by focusing purely on their powers, there’s.. not many people you could pin to them. maybe foolish, but, if anything, he’d be related to water, not steam. boomer, mayhaps? i don’t know much about him, but he’s like, some frog guy, right? again, still related to water, not steam. and while this fic was first posted a bit after he joined, i can only assume that it was planned out beforehand, so.. again, probably not him.

again, looking purely at their steam powers, or their name,, doesn’t really reveal anything about their identity.

but.. if you look deeper.. it can be done.

looking at their powers at the surface, as i’ve said before, doesn’t help much. but.. their powers isn’t just steam — or, well.. it is, but they can do more than just control steam.

specifically, in the fic, it’s said that they can, and i quote..

“..turn all the surrounding water...into steam so fast that the steam so fast that the expanding pressure could and would rupture every pipe in the vicinity with an explosion powerful enough to level every building in the area.”

and, i should mention, just a few paragraphs before that quote, he’s said to wear a trench coat.

folks, is there any sort of character that comes to mind when you think of explosions and trench coats?

that’s right, the one and only wilbur soot.

now, personally, when i first saw this theory, i shot it down real quick. knowing what we know about him and his son, fundy, back when chapter two first came out(which is it’s own can of worms), i thought it didn’t make too much sense. if wilbur wanted to protect fundy, yeah, i could see him being a villain, but.. wouldn’t it make more sense to just.. lay low?

but.. then i saw more and more evidence leaning towards it. the first two things i mentioned, as well as the fact that he is absolutely down to murder a kid because he might threaten his son’s safety — something i assume someone who is willing to become a villain would do.

plus, well.. all we know about wilbur’s power is that he needs to charge it, which.. makes sense if he needs to summon steam to use in a fight.

and then there’s the fact that both wilbur and fundy are a bit weird about sewage boy — specifically when wilbur finds out tommy and tubbo went to fight between orion and sewage boy.

“But the Lower is dangerous, Niki,” Wilbur argued. He glanced at Fundy for a second before continuing. “There was a massive villain attack just down the street last week!”

Fundy glared at him instantly. “Really, Dad? That’s your argument?”

…

“That attack was a major outlier, dude,” Tommy argued. “Besides, I was there, and I got away literally without a scratch.”

...

“You were what?” Wilbur yelped, at the same time Fundy yelled, “Wait, you guys actually went?!”

Tommy turned to Fundy, confused. “Yeah? We said we were going as we left, we weren’t exactly hiding it.”

Wilbur turned Fundy. “Why didn’t you stop them?”

Fundy turned a fierce glare on his dad. “I’m sorry, I was a little busy freaking out over why the fuck Sewage Boy was in the Lower.”

...

Wilbur suddenly looked sheepish. “F-Fair point.”

so.. yeah, i am definitely on the side of sewage boy = wilbur soot now.

(also there’s the fact that villain wilbur is literally in the tags but shhhhhh this is the more fun way)

all this to say, well.. uhh. something something plot twists.

okay i’ll be honest this deviated a little bit from my original point but uh. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯.

and all of that,, is just the stuff from the first two chapters. and it’s not even everything there is. we’ve got tubbo’s stuff, i’ve only kind of mentioned ranboo, micheal is lovely, clementine is the best character, tommy’s got a whole thing, and.. [gestures at fundy] yeah.

and then there’s the stuff in the third chapter. this fic isn’t even done yet we’re not even halfway done yet.

i could go on for so long about this fic. like i didn’t even get into the non-superhero/villain related foreshadowed stuff. eret’s powers,, niki’s connections.. and like, duuuuuude i could ramble so much about the fucking implications of the peanut butter cookies. was thinking about those implications since like the first week of may.

but i’ve rambled for far to long, and at this point it’s only vaguely related to my original point. so i should really wrap this up by now, hahaha.

so, tldr.... the best plot twists and identity reveals aren’t always reliant on the audience being surprised as well, character reactions are important as well; the owl house is a good show, and read vagabonds.

#zecori rambles #dream smp #my writing #<< i guess??#dude you don’t know how long it took me to format this #wrote it originally in a google doc; pasted it here; and had to redo Everything #PLUS… i had to italicize the whole post…. the work i make myself put up with /lh #tumblr mobile only lets me edit things a paragraph at a time H #anyway woops i meant to have the vagabonds bit link a bit more into my og point #but uh. i mean if you squint-#..yeah okay this entire thing was just an excuse to ramble about vagabonds jsjdkjfknffk my bad #but ngl tho; i would absolutely love to see a legitimate #-essay about the superhero/villain trope (whoops hit enter too early)#it’s genuinely neat to see how the fandom just flocked for it after unbeatable method #and the stories i’ve seen…… i won’t claim to have read all of them; or even a significant portion; but of those i have…. they are good #also also whoops the toh portion of the thing took up longer than i wanted it to jfjfkfjfif. sorry i like to talk a lot rkjdkfj #not tagging it bc they don’t need to see dsmp stuff in their place dkjdkdjdkdj #anyway i don’t expect this to get far but to those who did read it: i hope you enjoyed it. have a s’mores cupcake #also it’s 10:30 at night so i should sleep

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canisonicscrewyou · 1 month

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I gotta actually get back on my fucking roleplay blog. tbh. tbqh.

#I accidentally took much longer of a break than I meant to from it again! oops!#I also gotta start using discord more for that exact reason #I have had a lot of very. normal chill thoughts about the characters I write recently <- lying so hard #I’ve also been reading a lot of old-er stuff I’ve written recently which also. helps. shshdjk

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etfrin · 5 months

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⤷❝Can't be Shared | Coriolanus Snow❞ˎˊ-

⇢☾Warning: NSFW | somnophilia, mentions of prostitution (Snow was going to 'share' you) cunnilingus, pinv sex, creampie, unprotected sex (wrap it dumbfucks), possessive af Snow, impact play (he slaps your thigh once), ruined orgasm (you do cum in the end) | lmk if I forgot anything!

⇢☾Pairing: young president! Coriolanus Snow x fem! Reader

⇢☾Summary: Snow was going to share you with the elite of the Capitol but changed his mind halfway through only to have his way with you and make you the First Lady of Panem

⇢☾A/N: hehe, the longest fic I have writing so far, hope y'all enjoy this and reblog ;)

He thought he would be okay with it. He was sure he would be okay with it. But he wasn't. Snow's blood boiled when the rich elitist of the capitol had begun to touch you, whisper you praises, and whatnot. The only thing that was going in his mind was his, his, his.

When had he gotten so attached, he wasn't supposed to be. Letting them touch you, and play with you was a strategic decision to get them hooked and you weren't meant to be his Queen but something had changed. Something snapping in him when the Capitols’ richest eyed you like a meal.

His jaw was clenched and he cleared his throat, “I changed my mind.” He said, “I am not sharing after all.”

You are his. His property. His bird locked in his cage and now his Queen. He pulled you closer, away from prying hands. He glared, memorizing the face of any and everyone displeased, thinking of plans of how to dispose of them quickly because even if briefly they had touched you that was a sin. No one taints the Queen but a King.

He cordially finishes dinner, keeping in mind he was a president, a newly appointed one at that even if he wanted to he couldn't drag you into his room and have his way with you. But he wanted to. His free hand is on your thigh, gripping it hard enough to leave a small bruise. His hold gets tighter the more he has to smile pretty and act polite.

You hadn't said a word, you weren't sure what to say. You were ready to be shared, used, and then discarded. Snow had told you of this beforehand, but he had changed his mind and you were grateful.

Even as he marked you, made you whimper with his grip, giving your thigh a warning squeeze to be quiet. You were relieved that he decided not to share. You were his, you liked that you were his.

Dinner took longer than you would have preferred, but when it finally came to an end, Snow leaned into you and whispered, “Be on my bed wearing my shirt and nothing else, my bird.”

You didn't reply. You get up, walking into his room, heat choking your veins and making your pussy ache and wet. You close the door as you reach the master bedroom of the manor.

Going into his closet you picked on a red shirt, knowing that it would match your skin tone well. You had taken everything else off, your panties and previous clothes on the floor. You were in full display as you didn't even button up the shirt. Your breasts are exposed to the cold air making your nipples harden.

You sat on the bed, waiting for him to come. One minute bleeds into ten and you laid down on the bed. One hour turns to several and your eyes close up. Sleep catches up with you.

You woke up with a gasp. Sleep at the edge of your mind but your mouth lets out a moan wantonly as several things hit you at once.

One. Snow was here.

Two. Snow was between your thighs, his hands keeping your thighs wide and spread for him.

Three. His lips were on your clit, sucking it vigorously making you arch your back and wanting to flinch away from the intensity.

And you tried to move away, your bud sensitive more with pain than in pleasure. How long was Snow like this, sucking at your clit. Your pussy was now impossibly slick and throbbing, wanting to be filled.

A slap was delivered onto your thigh, a hitched moan leaving your lips because of the delicious pain. “Behave,” Snow sneers at you, his blue eyes looking ravenous, his face smeared with your arousal. This was Snow? You thought for a brief second. For once he felt like a man brought down to his knees by a woman instead of something untouched.

“Sorry,” you gasp out as he dives into your cunt. His tongue drew circles onto your clit as your cunt clenched around nothing. You never thought Snow would be sloppy at anything, you thought wrong because his breathing was loud, warn air of his pants grazing your sex. His stubble brushed against your sex as all of his attention was overstimulating your clit.

He finally lost interest as you cried out that you were close just by him playing with your clit for who knows how long. It hurt. It felt good. Perfect, delicious pleasure and pain. You were dizzy, your eyes glistening with unshed tears.

He leaves your clit alone, but his tongue finds its way to the rest of your pussy. His tongue traces your folds, your slit, and the inside of your walls. Leaving no parts of your cunt untouched by his mouth. He was licking every drop of your juices, all the while he made you wetter.

Your hands were fisted into the sheets, your hips subtly moving for friction. A notion that was stopped with a squeeze of his hand on your thigh. You were brought to your high, so close to the edge you would fall in a second as moans spilled from your lips.

Only for that to be snatched away as Snow moved away. You cry out, “No! Please!” But Snow merely raised an unamused eyebrow while his hand wiped his mouth. “Snow, please,” you whispered, feeling the heat and the high of your lost orgasm.

He lets out a scoff as he sees your desperate state. “My meal is finished,” he merely said. His hand takes off the red suit, the same color as your (his) shirt. His fingers unbutton his white shirt, revealing his toned physique. Those same hands now unzipped his pants, his boxer down to the floor revealing a hard cock. The well-rounded tip leaking pre-cum.

“But I am not done with you yet,” he muses, as he moves in closer. You were sitting up now and his hand was on your nape.

“I don't think I'll ever be done with you,” he whispers, the words sealing a promise of forever. “Don't be,” you whispered back, leaning to catch his lips. Your arms around his shoulders to pull him on top of you, to feel his weight, his skin against yours.

Primal instincts take over you both as you kiss. Desperate whimpers and deep groans could be heard and his teeth sank into your bottom lip. Making it bleed and making him suck your blood into his mouth. He pulls back with a gasp, his eyes wide, his lips swollen. His taste was of a dessert you couldn't name. Addictive and delicious.

His left hand was on your cheek, another still on your nape. His thumb brushes your cheek in a manner of caring. “You're the Queen of Panem now,” he announces, making your heart jump in surprise. “The First Lady of Panem.”

With that, he seals his words with a kiss. Soft and ravishing, his tongue explores your mouth. Your hand is in his hair, the blonde locks between your fingers as you kiss back with everything you have.

“You're mine,” he whispered, his lips brushing with yours, “My bird in a cage. My property.”

“I'll make sure everyone at Capitol knows it,” he said, his eyes looking at you with the ferality of an animal stripped to his bare instincts. “Is that understood, my bird?” He asked.

The answer couldn't be anything but yes. So you replied exactly that and he grins. He looked beautiful in that moment, his charms coming out making you even more needy.

You pulled him in for another kiss, his lips smiling against yours as both of your tongues tangled. His hand lowered itself and cupped your cunt. His fingers trace your entrance and you whimper into his mouth but he doesn't breach in.

He gathers your arousal on his digits, and he pulls back from the kiss to take the digits into his mouth. After sucking his fingers clean, he kisses you again, letting you taste yourself.

His hands pushed you down on the bed, your legs on his shoulder. He takes a deep breath, taking you in, his bird being such a pretty mess.

He placed a kiss on your thigh that was unbelievably soft that for a moment you didn't believe it was action done by Snow's lip but the harsh bite of his mouth marking the skin of your inner thigh proved otherwise.

He leaned down, his hand in your hand above your head. Your free hand dug into his shoulder, forming crescent marks that made him groan, a choked-off desperate sound that you wanted more of.

All the while he placed his cockhead right at your entrance. You gasp as you feel the tip slip inch by inch into your velvety warmth. You wondered if he was going so slow because he wanted you to adjust to his length. However, one look at his face told you were wrong. His blonde strands clinging to his forehead, his lips parted and letting out hot breaths all the while his eyes closed shut, his eyebrows furrowed as he buried his dick into your cunt with the slow pace.

The reason he was going slow was because he wasn't sure if he could last and fuck, that got into your head. Birds are little teasers and you were no different so you clenched around him. His length half pushed in and felt your pulsing cunt wrapping itself tighter around him.

His eyes fall open as he lets out a grunt of surprise and pleasure, “Fuck.” His icy eyes glare at you, “Don't.” Your pussy only clenched further in reply and his hold gets harder, pressing your hand into the mattress as he sank in completely without a warning. “Ah!” You let out in surprise, the stretch painfully perfect.

“Take it,” he whispered to you, his lip biting your earlobe before he dragged his mouth to the pulse of your neck to mark you up properly as his property. His hips now beginning to move, calculated and controlled just like every other action of Snow. Every thrust hits your g-spot relentlessly, making you gasp and moan, back arching in pleasure.

“Gentlemen make their women cum but you're not a woman. You're my property but I am merciful so cum. Cum on my cock untouched, my bird.” He groans into your ear as his pace gets faster, a tad bit of desperation creeping in as his hips slam into you without a care. You could only moan in reply, truth is you didn't need to be touched to cum. His cock, his skin against yours, his mouth sucking your neck, and placing love bites were enough. More than so.

The heat was already forming in your stomach, waiting to be released and spread all over your body. The final push hadn't come long after. As you and Snow shared a filthy open-mouthed kiss, he had thrust so hard and deep, a small bulge had formed, your cervix being kissed with his cockhead.

You cry his name and your pussy comes on his cock, milking his length with repeated squeezes. “That's it, my bird,” he praises as he continues to abuse your cunt with his dick. Your nerves are oversensitive making you whimper and teary-eyed. He found his release with a whimper, his hot cum filling your womb. He pulled out with a small gasp and you wanted him again.

His hand ran through his hair, pushing the sweaty strands up. “First lady of Panem,” he stated, looking at you and then your body, his cum falling out of your cunt.

“First Lady…” you whispered, in disbelief and for whatever may come in the future.

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girls-and-honey · 1 year

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I saw your tags on the post about marriage of convenience. I need your thoughts right now!

asdlkfj alright re: this post, I have so many thoughts about marriage and I'll try to keep this at least coherent if not somewhat reasonable in length if you get to the end I'm sorry I failed to keep it short

it probably helps to have a little background on what I think of marriage in general then I'll focus on marriage of convenience. bullet points for this part so I don't get carried away:

you don't need to be married to someone in order to love them, or to 'prove' that you love them also there are many types of love but we're not going to get into that

you don't need to love someone to be married to them

in school we learned the whole 'separation of church and state' thing right (maybe this is a us-specific thing?) and that phrase bothers me so much. the way I was raised framed marriage very much as the religious 'sacrament of marriage' but how is that separation of church and state if there are legal effects of marriage as well??

my own view of marriage is much more based on its legal implications rather than its religious ones, in fact I don't usually think about the religious aspect at all unless it's specifically referenced

interpersonal implications for me lie somewhere between legal and religious (closer to legal, and primarily just how myself and my partner feel about being married, friends/family might have secondary opinions but it's not their relationship)

okay and onto marriage of convenience thoughts. examples cited in the post are excellent reasons: tax benefits, tuition reduction, and yes pet-friendly housing as well! other reasons could include residency rights (especially for someone seeking refuge from a country that is not safe for them), alleviate family pressure (it's your life but look some families feel very strongly about this), more financial reasons including social security breaks, inheritance rights, no gift/estate tax for exchanges between spouses, cheaper health insurance for policy holder + spouse or family coverage, etc..

this probably counts more as a benefit instead of a sole reason since you can make an advance directive but it's one that I think about quite often: medical and legal consent. in the event you're unable to provide consent, the order of priority (again, at least for the us) follows this list until one applies: advance directive, legal representative, married / civil union spouse, close relative, close friend. there are definitely decisions I do NOT want to leave up to my family. also if you're a spouse I believe you have emergency services rights like riding in the ambulance or visiting in the ED that are not given to family/friends

plus if there's marriage of convenience it stands to reason there would be divorce of convenience? I'm joking but yeah you can get divorced if you no longer want to be in your marriage whether it was for convenience or not. definitely think this falls under a cost/benefit consideration on a case by case basis, and there are probably some situations where both parties plan to be married for x amount of time for their specific benefits, but honestly I think it's realistic too for people to just. stay married until it doesn't make sense anymore, financially or otherwise

also I feel like this needs to be said, a marriage of convenience doesn't mean you just pick a complete stranger and marry them. I guess it might, but probably shouldn't for most cases. it's not that you're getting married just for the sake of being married, there's still a benefit for one or both parties it's just that the benefit doesn't include the whole romantic love commitment piece

asldfk was about to post but I want to say one more thing actually. I feel like the two biggest reasons people have to oppose marriages of convenience are 1) it's 'cheating the system' which okay?? the system is broken anyway. marriage is a legal institution, if you can use it to your advantage go for it or 2) it somehow diminishes the sanctity of marriage for everyone who marries for love which like, again. separation of church and state is where??? not anywhere near marriage. I'll state it more clearly: marriage is not an exclusively religious act. there's absolutely nothing wrong with marrying for love btw but it doesn't mean these other reasons are invalid or make a marriage somehow less real

anyway I'm very pro marriage of convenience, I'm not a professional (what would that even be, marriage counselor maybe? lawyer? idk but I'm not it) these are literally just my thoughts

#sorry this took so long to answer i just got off a 2 hr call with my mom then spent some time contemplating as I was writing #neither of us are phone people but she's Going Through It with work and wanted to talk through job options (she's quitting good for her)#ahh I tried to keep it short but it still ended up longer than I meant while somehow not covering everything I was going to say #but this sums it up pretty well #anyway who wants to marry me for tax benefits #(joking unless you're the one remaining active mutual I actually know irl...)#thanks for asking btw I was thinking about rambling in the tags and decided it wasn't worth it at the time but this felt good to write #asks

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ourladyoflight · 1 year

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𓆰 Written from Help Starters 𓆰

@psiidol asked:

❝ please. just let me help. ❞

The words reached her ears as they should’ve, and she heard them- but despite understanding them perfectly, she found comprehension evaded her.

She wasn’t supposed to be seen, nor had she really meant to be. And up until now, she’d done a rather good job of ensuring it. It hadn't been long since she became her own being again, free from any sorts of shackles; she’d meant to heal quietly, until she could regain what energy she’d lost. That meant playing the part of human for a little while; it also meant slower recovery. She would have never been able to articulate how foreign it was, to feel a human form shift and strain to heal wounds that were far from human.

It had caught her off guard just enough, today, an unfamiliar stagger giving way to an unfamiliar stumble, which lead to where she now was- leaned against a wall she’d thought was isolated, catching breath that had run away from her so easily. It hadn’t been too long, had it?

Angel had known fairly well that she would spend a majority of this process by herself- not as a sudden revelation or realization, but more of something she’d known all along. It was safer to keep others out of the entire situation, and protect what little peace anyone could garner in the wake of rising Mishima conflict.

It became considerably more difficult to fathom when someone approached her. It became even more surprising when it was an offer for help. It felt entirely unfamiliar.

It might have been for this reason that she found herself so frozen when she’d been approached- by a face she could only deem as kind, at least upon first glance. Had she not turned around, perhaps Angel would have politely excused herself to get away from any other eyes- but a face, framed by hair the color of violets and warmth, had been so genuine. It had been the first expression of its nature that she had seen in ages.

“Please. Let me help,” the other had said- and Angel found that she couldn’t bring herself to move away.

Her eyes meet her onlooker’s, and she manages a smile despite herself- gentle, and faint enough to convey a weary thanks.

“. . . Thank you,” she whispers.

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happy birthday to the man!! — katsuki sees your sex toys once and is haunted by what you look like using them

pairing: bakugou x f!reader w/c: 1.5k warning/s: nsfw 18+, m! & f!masturbation; sex toys, i think that's everything notes: this is a bit short BUT i had to get something out for the man, this took me like 2 weeks to write but hopefully now i'll be out of my slump a little bit! pls enjoy c:

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fuck… he really doesn’t know when the lines started to blur between friend and fantasy, from wanting to hang out with you to wanting you, from talking to you about your day to being bricked up hearing your voice. yet, here he was, hot water streaming down his neck, plastering damp hair to his forehead; the water pouring over his head nowhere near enough to wash his mind of you.

he’d been plagued by you, morning to night, even in his damn dreams since he tried to find a phone charger at your place.

it’s not like he was snooping, he wasn’t trying to find that sort of thing, bakugou was only trying to find your spare charger, he’d seen you put it in one of these drawers before, how was he meant to know you left your spare chargers right below all of that?

he’d slammed the drawer shut the absolute second he realised exactly what he was staring at; the bedside drawer stuffed to the brim with bright, phallic toys, a collection of smaller, rounder vibrators, something that looked awfully similar to a gag, and he heard the telltale metal clinking of at least one pair of handcuffs against the wood when he slammed it closed. embarrassing heat crawled up his neck, burning his cheeks and setting the very tips of his ears alight. stuck in the same spot, mouth half opened dumbly, his eyebrows creased in the centre of his face, all blood rushing from his brain down to his half-hard cock already straining against his pants, the need making him ache.

every hour since that, he’d spent thinking of what your wet cunt looked like swallowing the toys; so pretty and drippy, how it looked tensing around nothing when you came from the buzzing of your vibrator, how you’d look writhing and moaning handcuffed with that gag in your mouth, how your drool would stain your shirt, sticking the fabric to your skin. god, it was just so lewd, even under the purifying water, he felt dizzy, sticky, hot, sweaty, the image of your toys burnt into his retinas, no matter what he tried to distract himself with, he always saw your toys at the forefront of his mind, the perverted imagery refusing to budge from its newfound home.

bakugou groans, a deep, rough sound drowned out by the even buzzing echoing in his ears, the sound slowly building, kicking to a new level when your whine drowns it out. you always start nearly silent in his dreams, just tiny gasps escaping your parted lips when you’d nestle the toy right against your clit. you only get louder from there, your eyebrows scrunching together like his own were, marking two little tallies in the middle, tilting upwards at the centre as you pulled your lip up between your teeth. the motion did absolutely nothing to muffle your sounds, your whimpers and moans only growing louder with every heave of your chest, every passing moment with the vibrator pressed to your pulsing clit making your hips jolt into it.

you reach between your thighs with a whine that sounds all too similar to his name torn from your lips, dipping your fingertips in your slick cunt, collecting all the cum gathering at your trembling hole without even taking a breather from humping your vibrator like your life depended on it. your movements grew jerkier and jerkier the longer the intense vibrations were held to your drooling pussy, your eyes fluttering closed with a breathless shout of his name, shaky, wet thighs squeezing around your hand, even as the vibrator slipped from your grip, falling forgotten onto the sheets beneath you, the constant stimulation growing too much for you—

“fuck.” he really couldn’t help it, his hand travelling lower down his abdomen, trailing behind droplets of water still running down his torso to his hard cock, the tip already leaking from the thought of you. wrapping his fist around the base of his cock, he squeezed once before twisting his wrist, slowly jerking his cock, wondering if you were in your shower doing the same, fucking yourself on one of your toys imagining him in its place just as he wished it was your warm cunt squeezing around his dick instead of his hand.

“katsukiii—” bakugou can feel you beside him, your figure displacing the dense steam surrounding him, a heavy, thick silicone dildo hanging from the glass wall of the shower, your figure slick and soapy from the shower, damp hair sticking to the soft skin of your neck and face when you bent at the waist, lining the tip of the plastic cock up with your drooling hole. the head of the cock would slide into your cunt all too easily in his fantasies, always greedy to watch you take more and more, inch by inch sinking onto it. your mouth falls further open the more you take of the toy, the pleasure too much for you to even hold your head up by the time your ass was pressed against the cool glass, your back arching with the tip of the dildo nestled deep inside your cunt. he wonders if the curve of it would rub on your g-spot at this angle, if it would drive you crazy grinding against the glass, whining when you can’t take it anymore.

bakugou’s head falls back thinking of you reaching for the shower head, his cock pulsing in his hand when he grips the base, his muscles tensing and relaxing while he tried desperately not to cum; the image of you playing behind his eyelids making that a near impossible task. even with his eyes squeezed shut, there you are at the forefront of his mind, switching the settings of the shower head to a concentrated stream, aimed directly at your aching clit, your broken moan jolting his hips forward into his hand, stroking the length languidly. your voice wavered, repeating his name again, the stimulation inside and outside your cunt just so overwhelming.

bracing against the tile with your spare hand, you lift yourself back off the toy, the base suctioned to the glass remaining stuck as you grew quicker in your movements, starting to bounce and roll your hips in a smooth tempo. he matches the pace of your hips with his fist, his breath coming out in nothing but deep huffs. his uneven groans were nothing compared to your sweet chorus of moans and whines, an endless symphony playing in his head of “ah-ah-ah”’s and “mmmng”’s the closer you got, your cum coating the toy just like his pre was smearing all over his fist.

he can’t help the guttural sound that escapes him next, a garbled, broken version of your name when your thighs tremble, your knees only moments away from buckling from the pure bliss; the water is still aimed at your clit, even when you can’t bounce on the dildo anymore, wave after wave of pleasure drowning you until your eyes rolled into your skull and your cum gathered in a creamy ring at the base of the toy, your ass flattening against the glass as you greedily took more of the toy, intensifying the euphoria wracking through your body. he knows your toy fills your cunt so perfectly, knows how you’d hump the air to get more and more of the water aimed at your clit, unrelenting in chasing your orgasm, jolting and jerking until your knuckles turned white against the tile wall, until your voice was so high and loud it didn’t even sound like you anymore.

he wonders if you’d ever screamed taking the fake cock, if you’d ever been so overwhelmed you squealed, your pretty cunt clenching around the toy, milking the poor plastic for everything it can’t give you, or if he’d be the first to make you cum so intensely.

“ka-aa-ki—” you can’t even spit his name out, your name the same mess on his plump lips, caught so hard between sharp teeth he worries he’ll split the thin skin. all his muscles tense, his abdomen clenching low on his stomach, the veins stretching along the underside of his cock throbbing with the need to join you in the throes of pleasure, to cover your cunt in milk white cum you desperately tried to squeeze from the silicone.

your name is a choked mantra tumbling from his lips, over and over again, dark crimson eyes rolling into the back of his skull the longer you bounced on the toy, pinching sensitive nipples between your slippery, soapy fingers, dragging your orgasm out as long as you could, as long as he would, until your knees were weak and your couldn't even manage to dumbly spit out his name anymore.

“fuck.” he damn near whines, a mess of cum covering his fingers, coating his knuckles as he kept fucking his fist through the waves of his own orgasm, shivering even with the hot water running down his body, cleaning his hand even as he continued to stroke his cock, relaxing his muscles as his toes still curled, his knuckles stark white against the tile.

his head fell forward onto the cooling tile, a temporary relief for the haziness swirling around in the steam.

shit, how was he meant to look you in the eyes after this?

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fangirl-dot-com · 6 days

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🛏 Too Many Beds

*part of the reverse tropes series*

Pairing: Lando Norris x Engineer!Reader Genre: Fluff/Humor Summary: Lando had a master plan to get you in his bed. Too bad everyone seems to mess it up. And who knew you were terrified of bed bugs?

this was so much fun to write and I'm so excited for this mini series! New upload schedule will probably be Reputations on Friday and Reverse Tropes on Saturday!

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Your hand gripped your suitcase as you stood in the lobby of the hotel. Of course, McLaren thought that it would be a good idea for some more team bonding before the season started and book an entire hotel. However, they forgot to mention that some of the people had to share rooms.

How you got placed with Lando, you didn’t know. You had seen Oscar snickering earlier when Zac had read the list of who shared what room. Your face was beat red as you tried to hide in your team zip up. Your eyes flickered to Lando, only to find him fast asleep against the window of the bus. There was some drool on his lip, and anyone else would have found that semi-disgusting.

But not you.

It was kind of…endearing.

But now that you were getting your key card and were in the elevator with a very sleepy Lando, your heartrate increased. You had tried to get your own room when you had gotten there, but Zac was intent with you sharing.

Something about driver and engineer comradery.

The floor before when Oscar got off, he had leaned over and whispered, “Have fun with the one bed.”

That statement made your face even redder. Of course that would happen to you. It was straight out of Tumblr or Wattpad. The one trope that you seemed to hate over everything. One bed normally meant that it was a single or a queen. And you were known for flopping everywhere.

Poor Lando probably wouldn’t get to sleep before the first rounds of development.

Although he was sleepy, Lando, on the other hand, was vibrating with excitement.

He had the whole thing planned out. He had requested to be put in a room with you. And then he swapped rooms with Oscar, because the Aussie had a girlfriend, ergo he had a single bed room. It was going to be perfect. Oscar would get the room with two beds, and Lando would just have to share a bed with you.

The Briton had had heart eyes for you ever since you joined his rookie season in 2019. And when you had been promoted to his race engineer, the crush he had grew tenfold. He could see your face getting more red the longer it took to get to the room.

“You ready?” he asked you before he used his card to unlock the door.

“Let’s get this over with,” you muttered, just wanting to sleep. At this point, you were planning to go to bed right away so that you didn’t have to deal with Lando crawling into bed behind you. You’d be asleep at that point, giving yourself no time to ogle at his chest (if he slept with a shirt off as most guys did.)

The click of the lock indicated that the door could be opened and Lando took the initiative. This was it.

Lando was going to live his dream.

Except, his heart dropped when he noticed that there wasn’t one bed.

There wasn’t even two beds.

The room had three beds.

What. the. actual. fu....

Lando was going to kill whoever messed this up. His heart dropped farther when he saw your eyes kind of light up at the sight of beds to choose from. The McLaren driver bit his lip as he assessed the problem.

You missed Lando’s agitation and put your things on the bed by the window. You turned to Lando, now confused at his pinched eyebrows.

“Did you want the one by the window?” you asked, suddenly mad at yourself for just going ahead without asking the driver his preference.

Lando immediately shook his head. “I like sleeping by the bathroom.”

You gave him a smile. “Ok. Can I shower real fast? I go to sleep a little early.”

That was a lie. You just didn’t want to be awake when Lando went to bed. Who knows what you’d be staring at. Your mind immediately went to the abs and v-line. You shook your head, trying to rid yourself of the unholy thoughts.

You quickly opened your suitcase, grabbed your pajamas, and disappeared behind the bathroom door.

Once Lando was sure that you wouldn’t come out, he quickly pulled out his phone and texted Oscar. It was to his horror that Oscar had sent a picture of the singular king that was supposed to hold you and Lando in tonight.

Except that now it would be for Oscar and Oscar only.

The Briton wanted to rip his hair out. He started pacing before he knew it.

How could he fix this?

He could lie and say he had separation anxiety and needed to sleep with someone. But you’d see right through and ask who else he’d shared a bed with.

He could spill a drink on your bed? That also wouldn’t work because then you’d question why he had a drink around your things while you were in the shower. Lando didn’t want to come off as a giant creep.

He was still pacing when he heard the door open up.

His body turned to face you, but he immediately averted his eyes. Not because you were undressed, but because your pajamas were the cutest thing on you. You were wearing one of those silk tank tops with the smallest shorts possible.

Lando watched as your feet got closer to your bed. His thoughts were flying around at 100 miles an hour. He had to do something quickly. Your hand pulled back the bedding when Lando yelled.

“Hold on. I think I saw some bugs on my bed and yours.”

The screech that you let out made Lando wince. You reeled back as though the duvet had burnt you. You quickly made your way closer to Lando.

“Where are the bed bugs?”

Lando couldn’t really tell, but he thinks he can hear your teeth chattering. You were getting antsy.

“Are you that scared of some small bugs?”

You crept closer to Lando.

“My childhood house got infected and we had to move. I also got such a bad infection from bites.”

Lando immediately felt terrible. He didn’t know. If he had, he wouldn’t have said anything and just sucked it up and slept in his own bed. He looked at you. He could see that you were close to tears. His arm immediately went around your shoulders and brought you closer.

You huffed. “Can we go down to see if they have any other rooms on our floor?”

The brunet nodded. He looked you up and down before he turned around and dug through his suitcase. You wondered what he was doing before a hoodie hit your chest. It was the dark green one that you absolutely loved on him. You gave him a confused look.

“Ah, your pajamas.”

Oh.

You looked down and realized that you were just in a very thin tank.

Without a bra.

And the room was cold.

Your face flushed as you quickly pulled the hoodie over your head. The ends of the hoodie landed mid-thigh. You knew Lando was taller than you, but you didn’t expect his hoodie to fall that far down.

Lando couldn’t take his eyes off you and you giggled and did a little spin, showing off how the green material looked on you.

You were so worried that you’d have a staring problem, that you completely missed Lando’s staring problems.

Once you were done, you headed to the doorway, Lando hot on your feet. He should have felt guilty about lying, but you were in his clothes and that made every feeling go away. The elevator ride was quiet, but comforting instead of awkward. The ding of the machine signaled that you two made it to the ground floor.

Lando stepped out first, followed by you. Before you got to the front desk, Lando pulled the back of the hoodie, making you halt. You gave him a confused look. He dug his wallet out of his back pocket and handed you his card.

“I know you’re a bit scared of the bugs, so I’ll handle it. You want to get us some snacks?”

Lando melted at your eyes lighting up as you nodded. You wordlessly took his card and spun around, now walking in the direction of the little shop. He knew that you were always picky with snacks, so he’d have a bit of time.

He exhaled heavily as he walked up to the front desk. The receptionist cocked an eyebrow, probably not expecting anyone at this late hour.

His hands rested on the counter.

“So, me and a friend are staying in room 444, and I might have seen a few bed bugs on one of the beds.”

Lando winced as he lied. The lady’s eyes widened and she started typing.

“Ok, we’ll have someone come up and inspect it with one of our bug-dogs.”

Another wince. “Is that really necessary? Can we just move rooms?”

Some more typing. “I don’t think that’s possible sir. We have to inspect the room just in case. If it’s all clear, then the room will still be able to be slept in.”

Lando looked around before leaning in slightly.

“Ok, here’s the deal. I’m in love with the friend that I’m staying with. We were supposed to have a room with a single bed so I could make a move. But something happened and we got placed in a room with three beds instead of one. I panicked and lied about the bugs. Is there any way I can just switch rooms? I'll pay extra.”

Lando had hope in his eyes as he heard more typing.

“I’m sorry sir, but there aren’t any more rooms available for tonight. You’ll have to stay in the room you have.”

He hung his head as he nodded.

“Sorry for the inconvenience,” he muttered. When he turned around, he was met with you holding multiple snacks and some drinks. He hoped that you hadn’t heard anything. Thankfully, you didn’t mention his conversation.

As you walked into the elevator you asked, “So do we get to move rooms?”

Lando sighed. “There aren’t any available.”

You chewed on your lip. “Maybe, we can look at the middle bed and see if there are any there?”

He could kiss you right then and there. Lando went quiet for a minute.

“Only if that’s ok with you?”

You immediately nodded.

“I just don’t want any bugs on me. I think you’ll be able to keep me safe.”

The attempt at the wink that followed made Lando laugh as he got off the elevator. You couldn’t help but giggle as you followed him. Lando thought it was the cutest thing he ever heard. When you stepped into the room, you first headed to your luggage to pull it off the “bug infested” bed.

You placed it high on one of the dressers. Lando followed in suit.

Before you knew it, you and Lando were both under the covers of the middle bed after a full inspection that it was safe.

Lando was a bit skeptical that you hadn’t pushed to inspect the bed you were supposed to sleep in. Part of him wanted to believe that you also wanted to share a bed. But he wouldn’t dwell on the thought.

The snacks that you bought were quickly consumed, laughter shared between the two of you as you watched videos on Lando’s phone. You didn’t know exactly when it happened, but your head had started to rest on his shoulder. Lando took this opportunity to put his arm around the back of your neck.

Lando remained oblivious and was sure that this plan was working. You were scared and found sanctuary in his arms.

Except for the fact that you had overheard everything. Your phone was currently buzzing with messages from Oscar but you’d never let Lando know that.

Well.

You sighed as you unattached yourself from Lando’s side. You turned your face so that you could look into his eyes.

Half the time, you didn’t even know what color they were. Some days they were the brightest blue, others they looked more green, and the in the shade they were brown.

You smirked as you got closer.

“So, what did you tell the lady about getting me into your bed hm?”

You watched as a blush invaded Lando’s face before he put his hands over his face. Tik Tok was abandoned on the bedsheets below.

“I’m so sorry,” he muttered. You brought your hands up and peeled his own away from his face. Lando’s eyes flickered as he looked for some type of malice on your face. However, he only saw a smirk and a fiery look. He inhaled sharply.

“I have had a major crush on you since 2019. And when Zac said he’d be pairing people up, I begged him to get a room with one bed for us. We were supposed to switch with Oscar and this room was supposed to only have one bed. But, I guess Zac took it upon himself to already do it so I wouldn’t have to switch, but we did anyway.”

“Lando, I know. You think Oscar could keep a secret for that long?”

The brunet paused, blinked, stared at you, and blinked again.

“I’m going to kill Oscar.”

You giggled, making Lando melt once again.

“You’re not going to kill Oscar.”

A grumble escaped his lips as they turned into a pout. You took this moment to lean down and lightly peck them.

Once again, Lando froze.

“So, should we actually get some sleep?”

He could only nod his head, still not comprehending that you had actually kissed him and his plan worked semi-well.

You turned around and rested your head on the pillow. Just a few moments later, Lando’s arm found a home in the crook of your waist. He gently pulled, bringing your back closer to his chest.

So maybe he didn’t actually sleep shirtless, but that was fine because his head dug into your neck, just at your hairline. Lando breathed in deeply, getting situated.

Maybe the one bed trope did work.

You felt him smirk against your neck, but you thought he was close to sleep.

Until he spoke up.

“Sleep tight Y/n. Don’t let the bed bugs bite.”

“I’m going to murder you instead.”

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y/n_l/n I let the love bug bite 🐞 🌲

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y/nxlando UHHH HARD LAUNCH??

papaya.nation I knew that sweatshirt looked familiar when they walked in the paddock today!

landonorris4 the fact that he had a back up hoodie as well

formulala_delulu the couple who matches together - stays together 💚

oscarpiastri good to see that it all worked out in the end 😌

y/n_l/n let's not do that again, ok?

landonorris I thought you liked it tho 😙

y/n_l/n let it be know, you don't possess any rizz

oscarpiastri 🫵😂

loscar I need to know the lore behind this

norris4ever maybe he'll get a win now that he doesn't have to pine after y/n

mclaren814 my parents!

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