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russellsppttemplates · 10 months

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We're in this together, mon amour (Pierre Gasly)

There are times harder than others, but Pierre is making sure he's always there for his wife

Note: english is not my first language. this is my long piece in ehat feels like a lifetime, I hope I can still do it well enough, and, like usual, I like to say this to make it clear: this request is special because this is a topic that I feel huge responsibility writing about and I feel grateful that I'm trusted enough to have it be requested (and you don't need to feel anxious or scared to submit things like this, this is not a learning platform necessarily, nor I am a teacher, but I'm more than happy to write about these things and materialise some ideas you have). As I've said before, I hate the whole idea of labelling, but I also know and understand how important it is to see some of you and your characteristics portrayed in a character.

I'm very happy and proud of you for making progress about it too ✨️🤍

Thank you so much to everyone who likes and reblogs, your feedback is appreciated, and I'm slowly trying to get back to taking requests, and I am writing some blurbs when I can, so if you have any ideas or concepts that can be written in a small amount of sentences and you want to share, feel free to do so!

Tw: mentions mental health issues (anxiety symptoms, self-doubt), going to therapy, family issues

You arrived home after another day at work, hoping that you could put this week behind you and go into the weekend to relax. You could count on one hand the moments this week where you didn't feel completely on edge. Work was going through a busy time and despite being very happy that the company was growing and your work was being valued, it did pile up with everything else. And could you really complain about your home life? You had a supportive husband, way more supportive than you feel like you deserve and with everything else happening, it just created all these thoughts that would not leave your mind, no matter how much you tried and insisted they would leave.

Maybe a shower would help, you thought, going upstairs to the ensuite and grabbing your favourite products in hopes they would make you feel better. You stripped out of your work clothes and placed them in the hamper, putting some music on your phone so you could have something else occupying your mind when you noticed a message from your husband, saying he would be home later than expected since the sponsor meeting had evolved to a drinks and food situation, apologising for the sudden change of plans with an I love you in the end.

Walking inside the cabin, the water distracted you for about two minutes before everything came back up, thoughts of how you could be the wife to be there with him, supporting him while in big crowds, not needing to take a few moments away because it was getting too much. And maybe how he could do so much better, how he could easily have someone to do that for him without any trouble, and yet he chose you to spend the rest of his life with. And the feeling that settles in your chest makes it harder for you to breathe, harder for you to think and distract yourself so you push your back against the cold wall, the feeling so shocking to your senses that it just about got you back to yourself so you could wash your hair and body and get out.

You were in the bedroom, putting your pyjamas on when you heard Pierre's footsteps going up the stairs, "Amour, are you in the bedroom? I was wondering if you wanted to go and grab something to eat", he said before he entered the bedroom, "Oh, pyjamas already?", he asked in a neutral tone, but to you, it was the last straw. Tears started falling down and your legs started to shake as you tried your best to calm down, Pierre already kneeled in front of you, "hey, amour, hey, what's wrong?", he made you look at him, "breathe with me", he instructed, "there you go, you can talk whenever you want to", he offered as soon as you seemed to calm down, "but I will need you to tell me what's going on", he said before getting up only to sit next to you on the bed.

"I've been feeling a lot of things recently, and they're not very good", you began, "and I know I should've told you, but I don't want to bother you", and Pierre tapped your hand twice, something he had been doing for a while whenever he wanted you to know he had something to say whenever you were talking, "you will never be a bother, Y/N, you can tell me how you're feeling", he brushed some hairs out of your forehead.

Sighing, you looked up at the ceiling before speaking, "Sometimes I feel like I'm too much for you, I'm either too much work, too much drama...and I get scared one day I'll be too much for you to handle, I'm sorry I'm like this", you shared. It had always been there, a small impostor's syndrome almost where you didn't feel like you could even compare to the another drivers' partners, but recently it had all become a bit more obvious in your eyes. Your wedding had been full on Pierre's side, whilst your side was a lot smaller, consisting mainly of friends and some family members who you still had a good relationship with, everyone seemed to be wondering when you'd have a little one when there were days you felt you could barely care for yourself, people often commented and you were and when you weren't in the paddock, whatever attendance trend not satisfying their curiosity.

Pierre gulped. You had never shared this with him, not with this much emphasis. Anytime you'd feel a little more insecure, he would shower you with love, and he thought it had been enough.

"None of that is true, my love", he began, "I can assure you that. I love you no matter what", he stated, "You'll never be too much for me", Pierre assured you as he held your hand in his, making sure you kept looking at him, "there's nothing in this world than I won't do for you to make sure you feel good and well", he noted, "I- I didn't know you felt like this, I'm sorry for not noticing it".

You looked at him, seeing the hurt in his eyes, "I didn't mean to hurt you. See? This is what I mean, everything is taking a toll, now you're not feeling good about it, and it's all my fault", you took a deep breath, "hey, amour. You don't have to feel guilty about his, okay? Above anything else, I want you to be okay, so we can be okay, too. You just have to let me know", he said as he managed to hold your gaze in his, "I was thinking the other day, maybe I should go back to therapy. I stopped because I felt really good but maybe it's time to go back", you said.

Softly rubbing your cheek, Pierre spoke first, "if you think that will help, mon amour, we'll go just now, I would take you if I could right now", he said, bringing a small smile to your face, "I'll be by your side through it all, amour".

"Do you want me to pick you up after your appointment?", Pierre asked, looking at the calendar you had on your home office's wall, "Oh yes, that would be good actually. The mechanic said my car wouldn't be ready until the day after tomorrow", you smiled before closing a file you were working on.

"I actually wanted to talk to you about something", he began, grabbing your attention, continuing once you nodded, "I've been wondering about other ways to help you, and I was wondering, with you permission of course, if I could talk to your therapist. Not to know what you discuss in the sessions, but rather to know more about the whole thing. Like, how I can help you and know all the signs and things. This with your permission, of course", he said. You gave it a thought, "I'm okay with it. I know my psychologist won't break the ethical code. But do you want to do that?", you wondered, "I want to know more of how I can help you. I want you to be as comfortable and happy as possible, and while I know a few things, there are more things that maybe she can tell me. I want to be able to help you to the best of my abilities", he said as he cradled your cheek, "but only if you're okay with it", he reiterated. Smiling at him, with small happy tears in your eyes, you mimicked his stance with your own hands, thumbs rubbing his stubbly cheek, "I love you, so much. Thank you for always being here for me", you said before allowing your arms to change position and hug your husband, arms circling his body, "you and me until the end, ma belle".

"There were some difficult questions today", you said to Pierre over the phone, "but I'm getting better at talking about it", you said, watching his face in the videocall, "I'm so proud of you, mon amour", he said, "It's nothing really, that's just-", you were interrupted by him, "it is big, and even if it was a small thing, you're working on it", he smiled.

"You've been a really big part, too", you winked, "I'm just making sure my wife knows the truth, that she is worth everything, that she is capable of anything, and most importantly, I try everyday to make you feel the happiness and love you deserve", he smiled.

"Do you still want to go for dinner tonight?", Pierre asked as he adjusted the sleeves on his shirt, having noticed you had been particularly quiet since getting home from work, "do you mind if we stay in tonight? I know you were really excited, and I was really excited too but work was too much today, and a lot of people were talking and I-", you were interrupted by your husband, "you don't have to explain yourself if you don't want to, mon amour. Was it something I did that I can make better?", he asked as you shook your head no, "was it something you had total control over?", he asked again, "no, I couldn't do more than take a few breaks and distract myself when I felt overwhelmed", you said as you saw him smile, "exactly. So we can control this now, and we can stay in. Do you want to make food together or order in?".

"Are you feeling okay? We can leave early if you want to", Pierre whispered in your ear as you walked to the table in the restaurant the team had rented out to celebrate the recent positive results, "I'm okay, so far so good", you smiled at his attentiveness, kissing his hand that was laced with yours as you sat down and greeted everyone at the table.

Pierre came back from using the bathroom when he noticed you weren't inside the room anymore, going up to where you were sitting and asking for you, "Y/N took Maisie outside, we are discussing some things for the next meeting and she took her outside with her to see the stars", Elise from the engineering team said before Pierre made his way to the outside garden of the restaurant, wanting to know where and how you were.

"Oh, there you are, Y/N", he said, looking for any sign of discomfort in your body language, but only finding you comfortable looking up at the stars with the little girl in your arms as she tried to grab them, "She was getting a little bit cranky, bless her", you explained, seeing the worried creases on his forehead soften, "so I thought we could come outside and see the stars and the moon while the adults talked about boring engineering things", you smiled as Maisie seemed to pay attention to your husband now, "are you looking at Pierre? He's very handsome, right?", you tapped her nose and she let out a delicious giggle, earning giggles from both of you in return.

"I thought you might have not felt good inside, I was worried for a second there", Pierre explained, "I was fine, everyone was lovely as usual, but she was getting a bit restless and Elise and Tom couldn't keep her entertained, so I said I could take her if they'd like", you said as you felt Maisie cuddle into your chest, her hands grasping the material of your shirt, "and she's really fighting sleep, aren't you, little monkey?", you said as you softly stroked her cheek, "you need to sleep, little one", Pierre offered as he started walking, hoping that the steady movement would help her fall asleep easily.

"I'm very proud of you", Pierre began talking, "I can only imagine how hard things still can be for you, but you work everyday to get better at it and to be better, and that makes me so happy and proud of you", he said as he circled his arm around your waist and kissed the side of your head, mindulf of the little girl who whose eyes were becoming droopier by the minute, "thank you, you know I would've not done it without you", you looked at him, "a lot of it comes down to me, I know, but having you there makes it easier", you finished, puckering your lips so he could kiss them, "we're in this together, mon amour", he offered before a snore was heard, the both of you cooing at the sight of Maisie asleep, leaving you to think once again about kids. It had been going on for a while, especially now that you felt a lot more in control and like you could deal better with your day to day thoughts. "Hey, my love, I've been thinking about something lately, and you obviously have a say in this, but I've been thinking about one of our own", you voiced your thoughts, knowing that your relationship was an open and comfortable place for you to share them without any judgement from your husband, "I know there's still some work to do, and quite frankly there will always be, but I've been thinking about it and it doesn't scare me like it did before, I actually look forward to every moment", you finished your ramble, looking for any sign of disagreement in Pierre's face, finding only a big smile, "whenever you are ready, mon amour, you just let me know and we can start practicing for a little Gasly", he laughed, squeezing your body against is, "seeing you with a baby on your arms is making me absolutely ready", he whispered in your ear, "hey, small ears are within hearing capacity!", you suddenly felt shy, "what? I'm promising her a little friend to play with in the paddock next year!".

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catiuskaa · 1 year

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drunk-dazed [i’m yours]

fluff… slight nsfw and even angst if you blink real quick

taking care of the sick + drunk love interest trope (because iT WORKS AND ITS FUN)

ANDD?? THIS PICTURE OF HYUNJIN??? LIVES WERE CHANGED.

〜 ♡♡♡〜

“This shit won’t go away!”

You cackled at the sight of the everlasting sunshine, also known as Lee Felix, or as some would say, your best friend, that was currently fighting against some contact lenses that he couldn’t take off.

“Need a hand?” You teased.

“Need you to shut up, I can do this.” He grinned at you through the mirror.

Felix had recently moved to this bigger, better place he had found thanks to a so-called “friend” of his —because you knew Lix was head over heels and just absolutley into this Changbin guy you hadn’t met- yet. A friend of Changbin was in need of a roomate, and after several meetings, hanging out together and getting to know eachother, Felix moved in and you got to meet the guy. Not your best friend’s love interest, which you would meet later, but him. The roomate.

Hwang Hyunjin.

If he had told you he was a professional model, you would’ve believed it. You gave Felix a look when the tall boy with blond locks wasn’t paying attention, and lifted your eyebrows with a smile.

“He’s hot!” You meant. The Australian boy got that by your face and giggled, grinning at you with a sly smile-

And that’s when you knew you’d sorta fucked up, because when the little sunshine’s lovelife was marked as checked in his needs, he always had turned to yours, attempting of setting you up with people you’d expressed somewhat interest in. But, for some reason, your friend kept sucking at his Cupid moments and the people kept either running away (he would argue that ‘that just happened ONCE’ but it happened) or kindly (sometimes not so kindly) rejecting you.

And well, after some time bumping into eachother due to your countless visits to the boy’s apartment in hopes of running away from your own roomates, you could say you maybe sorta kinda developed a teenie tiny crush on his cute roomate. The moment you told to the boy with freckles, he did his weird magic.

And it turned out exactly as expected. Well, actually, Hyunjin didn’t really reject you personally.

Lix had aproached him while he was painting. He rejected the idea of going out with you. In a quite mean way. They had argued for a bit. He had frowned and at the end, left.

Over simplified, you had listened to Felix’s explanation of the situation, face pampered in confusion. Even though the Australian had said that Hyunjin had been in quite a mood for the past week, Yongbok had apologized till exahustion, until you insisted that he should just take his make up off and go to bed. After the lenses moment, he did.

Still, you didn’t leave. You could’t, not just yet.

Not like it was a big deal, but Hyunjin hadn't come back since he had left that afternoon, and it was getting late.

You wandered around in the kitchen, eating some almost-expired raspberries, just a tad worried about your bestie’s stupidly cute roomate. You then launched yourself into the sofa, scrolling through your feed when you saw it.

Hyunjin’s instagram shined back in blue light. You blinked, surprised. Hwang always kept blabbering about taking care of what he posted, even more than the art he made. According to Lix, Hyunjin had been a bit mad when he left, but something inside of you kept telling you that all hell would break loose if he realized what someone- cause there was no way in hell that the blond boy would post this. You shivered. It was a stack of pics on his stories. The first one, yeah, it was ok. The second one, yeah, he looked good- not that he looked bad in the first one. But the third one? Lord have mercy. A impulsive thought caresses your mind as you wondered ehat would the reaction be if you stroke those amazing abs with your tongue.

He had posted a picture which clearely screamed “I am drunk”, laughing like he would be unable to do so in a short time, eyes shaped like crescent moons and mouth almost wide open. And did I mention his white shirt was not only a bit messy and see-through, but also unbuttoned. As in, that chiseled chess table could be seen by all those people in wherever the hell he was, and now all of his followers too -and that wasn’t a small amount of people. He’d be crossed about it, sooner or later. And mad people were always a pain in the ass to deal with. And you liked the boy, lets be fair. You aproached the kitchen and starting preparing a special beberage that you uncle had taught you, one that knocked hangovers away and killed most of the dizziness away, plus a coffe for yourself. You knew you would need it.

For a moment, you thought it would feel weird. After all, its not like it was something that you would do for anyone, or that you expected the same treatment from him. You were just doing it because… well, because. For some reason it didn't feel odd, rather like something you could keep doing if you could help him, and also if that meant he wouldn't be angry at you. It didn’t hurt you if he was now, because you didn't really do anything to the boy with bleached locks, therefore couldn’t know how to make amends or start all over... still, trying to come up with an idea regarding how exactly to deal with it. You sighed, wonderind in your mind if you were just a loser waiting and caring for someone that had already rejected the idea of going out with you when suddenly, Hyunjin opened the door, coming back... a bit tipsy.

Well. Definetely more than just a bit, and more than tipsy. High-key drunk, to be honest. You pouted at the sight, but it didn’t surprise you. At least he remembered how to come back. You sighed a bit relieved, aproaching him. "You... you still here?" He mumbled messily, fighting hard to keep balance on those long legs of his. You looked down, fidgeting with your fingernairls.

"Yeah... I'm... sorry, I guess." "Maybe I should be saying that" he said insted, surprising you. You grinned soflty at him, seeing how hard he was trying to not collapse all over the floor. Yeah. High-key drunk for sure.

"C'mon, lets get you to bed. It's late." Suddenly he started retching, as if he was going to vomit. Oh, fuck. You turned pale, quickly taking him in front of the toilet as he started... well, you know.

"It's ok, better outside than inside." You tried joking as you kept some of his hair out of his way, and he smiled lightly, sitting against the cold tile wall as if it was the only thing that could save him.

You bit your lip as you settled your hand on his forehead, trying hard to ignore the massive 360° spin you stomach had made when Hyunjin smiled lazily, and the earthquake that remained when he leaned into the touch of your somewhat cold hand.

“Hey, Hyunjin. Are you cold or in pain?” You asked. For a moment you were glad that you never chose medecine as a career path. You were doing something great for the world when not putting yourself in these kind of situations. At least, that’s how you felt about it.

“Well,” he started wobbily, but with a solid confidence. “First of all, am I hot? Indoubtebly.” He stopped talking, and you nodded, thinking that was it and he was just drunk, but he continued. “Now, would throwing myself to an olympic swimming pool at -40°C while being punched in the guts resemble to my current state? Absolutely.”

“So you are drunk…” you tied your hair up in a messy bun. “And sick.” You cursed under your breath.

So. Sick people. Aid. C’mon brain, do your thing.

You looked at the mirror in the bathroom and the situation showed up in your mind sort of like a puzzle. Sat on the cold bathroom tile in your best friend’s appartment, with someone that had rejected a date with you sitting in front of you, a mix between yellow and white colors on his face as he started sweating and shivering.

“First, we need to sober you up. And shower, if possible.” You stood up. Looked at him. “Ok. We’ll most likely skip shower.”

You helped him stand back on his feet and you took him to his room. That was the first time you’d been there, but there would be some other time to be nosy, so you didn’t pay attention to it. Instead, Hyunjin had collapsed into the bed after your command, and as softly as you could started taking his shoes off, following with the jacket he was wearing. You emptied his pockets and left everything on the nightstand, not really looking into the contents, because your mind was screaming to you, something you didn’t quite know how to approach.

change his clothes.

You shook your head sideways. You’d do that later.

After taking the biggest container in the kitchen and leaving it next to the blond boy, you also managed to set a towel beneath him, in case he would wake up and vomit.

Because he had just fallen asleep. You smiled to yourself. Then the idea came back.

change his clothes.

You sighed. Bright red. Opened his closet. Took some random sweatpants. And then got closer to the sleepy man.

He was almost drooling, yet he still looked handsome as ever. Mind blank, you started unbuckling his belt.

don’t look, for the love of shit.

As quickly as you could, you unzipped and pulled his pants down, replacing them with the ones you’d taken fron the closet.

As you pretended that you hadn’t look at his cute bubble butt, you layed on the bed next to him, still as far as you could so you wouldn’t annoy him. After laying a damp cloth on his forehead, you fell asleep with him.

[…]

It felt like too soon, and it probably was. But Hyunjin had woken up, sweating, eyes bluntly opened, and overall scared.

“Hey,” you cooed. “Hey, little prince, its okay.” You approaced him, caressing his damaged but soft blond hair. “I’m right here. It’s ok.”

He was still looking at the celing, as if he hadn’t listened to what you’d just said when he started gagging again. You quickly turned him as he vomited inside the container you’d picked up before. Such a smartass, Felix would’ve said.

“I’m… sorry.” Hyunjin said.

“Hey, it’s ok. It was just a fever dream. I’m here. Go back to sleep, ok?”

He looked at you, eyes glossy as your heart ached for a second. He raised his hands to his features quickly. He looked… frustrated? As if he didn’t know how to react or respond?

“God, you’re just…” You looked at him, a hint of amusement in your eyes as you waited for him to continue. “…insane.”

Well that you didn’t expect, for sure. It was such a weird thing to say. Which you commented, and he just laughed kind of breathlessly.

“I’ve been feeling like shit for the past weeks. I’d need to apologize to Lix later… I took it out on both of you. I’m sorry.”

“You know you can talk to either of us when you need, Hyun. Don’t worry about it, I get it, shit happens.”

“It’s just that… well one thing stupid lead to another, I was already having a bad day, and then I got called… Kkami, my dog, he… he might need to go through surgery. I know, it’s not… there are worse things, but…” his hands were covering his eyes.

You almost launched yourself to him, trying to hug away all of his sadness and worry. “Don’t belittle what makes you feel things, Jin. If it makes you feel something, then its important.” He slipped his arms around me and pushed you just enough so you remained as close to him as you could, your legs tangled around his.

“But I was mean to you and Felix. And I- I don’t… that’s not what I want..” His big hands cupped your face, and you followed with one of them almost automatically.

“Don’t get you tiddies in a twist, Prince.” You giggled, he snorted. “It’s ok for you to feel things, and if you know you did wrong then say it. End of story.”

“Still, I lied… Your face is red. Did I make you mad?”

Fuck, exposed. “No, Hyun. I’m happy that you trust me.”

He tsked. “If it wasn’t for my big mouth, right now I could do other things. Like dating you.”

“Jin, this a proposition?” You giggled jokingly.

“It’s a warning.”

“Go to sleep, little prince.” You snorted. “Repeat your words tomorrow, sober, and you might get lucky.”

You were bluffing.

Like, 85% joking. Couldn’t believe for a fact that the drunk, caring man that fell asleep beneath you was being honest.

But surprises happened, and this time, it happened sideways.

“A package for Mr. Hwang?”

“Yes. It’s here, thank you!” You mentioned, slipping past Hyunjin’s confused manner and smiled to the delivery man.

“What-?”

“Got you a new paint cleaning set! You…” You rubbed your neck, sheepishly. “You mumble when you sleep, and you said something about needing one… In my defense… eh… I have nothing to say in my defense, I just…”

You would’ve kept on rambling if it werent for some strawberry flavoured lips on yours. It was barely for a second, but it made your whole body reset for a good solid second.

You looked at him as red as the jacket he was wearing.

“Sorry. You’re cute when you don’t mean to, couldn’t resist myself.” He was biting his bottom lip, one you were wishing was against your own.

“Excuse you, little Prince. Take me for a date first.” You joked, in an unkown attempt of picking up yourself from the shock or something.

He smiled, siren eyes looking deeply entertained. “Lets go to my art studio down the street. And yeah, shortcake, its a date.”

well, point for Felix. That was a first.

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dimiclaudeblaigan · 1 year

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I'm glad you're talking about the whole fandom perception of Dimitri and Claude’s relationship thing, because a lot of time people say stuff that's just... wrong? Like I don't understand where they get stuff from.

Claude being a flirt/"experienced". Dimitri being hostile towards Claude. Dimitri not trusting Claude (and vice versa). Claude using Dimitri for his own gains.

Literally none of this is anywhere in 3H??? But a lot of the fandom (either inside the dmcl circle or just the general fandom) seems to have just... made assumptions about their dynamic without actually LOOKING at how they act around each other (or even just as general characters). Like you might would think Dimitri wouldn't like/trust Claude becaudr of how Claude acts or that Claude uses Dimitri if you just looked at their bare bones characters.

Really saps the enthusiasm to read from authors I don't already know get their characters right, because I want to read dmcl for... Dimitri and Claude’s relationship, not Dmitri and Clawd know ehat I mean?

I don't either. I think it's more what they want him to be like versus what he's actually like. For their relationship, same thing.

I wouldn't be surprised if some of these people just didn't play both routes, some of them didn't like one of the two or some just wanted to slap on their kinks for them.

Normally I don't mind when people just have wild perceptions as long as they don't downplay other people's views, but a lot of them from what I've seen do downplay other people's views and treat their views are The Right View. In general that's a huge problem in Houses' fandom, but with dmcl it's especially tiring because I want to enjoy a ship I really love (probably more than any other ship out there at this point), but then I see people who treat the characters like they didn't even play the game.

If people mention in a fic they wrote like, this is ooc because I just want to write this, that's fine. I don't care what people want to see happen and write in their fics. Unfortunately it seems like the "my way or the highway" people got a bunch of other people to go along with their "this is how this ship actually is" ideas and now there's a bunch of people like that. It really doesn't help when some of them as seen as "fandom authority" in the respective ship, so whatever they like people go along with (and yeah, that's unfortunately a big problem in the dmcl fandom).

Personally I never write characters outside of their actual behavior. Like, sure, I personally hate EdeIgard, but when writing Dimitri I understand that he has mixed feelings because they're step siblings and he cared about her as kids. Even if he's my favorite character, I wouldn't want to write him as totally bonkers levels of ooc so he could do what I wish would happen and things like that.

Modern AUs and stuff it's mostly whatever and a free for all so I never really minded those. That's kind of a situation where you can just let your creative outlet do the writing and alter things as needed (I myself prefer changes as long as they can fit somehow into the character/their story and readers can be like oh hey yeah I could see that, so I do that for my own writing). It's when I see canon based concepts where for some reason they make the characters have this strained relationship that they never had, and it didn't come from canon so I guess somewhere along the way someone wanted to write their relationship their own way and it just... got picked up on?

My main annoyance is that the most popular idea of their relationship seems to be a very toxic, unhealthy relationship. That's just... not my idea of loving this ship lol. If I wanted that, they just wouldn't be the ship I would go for. Even in Dimitri's darkest moments, he wouldn't kill Claude just after announcing he wanted any enemies/anyone who stood in their way killed.

Other than one or two people having that as their determined writing/viewpoint of the ship and people taking to it and it becoming popular, I really don't know how else that general view of them got like it is.

I just wish people wouldn't shove it in other people's faces and laugh at other shippers who view the characters/relationship differently basing off what they see in canon (which yes, I have outright seen on Twitter), acting like it's/they're stupid. Mind you, it's always the people who have warped perceptions of the characters/their relationship who say things like that and push others away.

Kind of dryly ironic. Some of the people who enjoy the toxic relationship perception are in fact toxic people. Do I know this from experience? Why yes actually. Most unfortunately. 😒

#DCB Ask

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majaloveschris · 1 year

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I think Just Jared was contacted by AB's team that she would be making the post so they could promote her show as the rumored gf of Chris since her team never lets any chance go to get her name out. Since Chris liked the post within minutes they changed the article to Chris fueling the rumors one and published it. Idk why is everyone thinking that Chris might be involved in this JJ article and it could not be done by only Ab's and it's all pr. Tbh It is very hard for me to believe it's all pr from the beginning keeping in mind all the trolling from her gang.

Another thing, all the drama surrounding AB was worse in January. I remeber 10 or 15 articles came out within two days after the hotel video. Many blogs became hate blogs, predicted he would soon step out with her, called him bad names, everyone waited, stalked every event he attended from Shanna's wedding to all the premieres but Chris was never seen with her anywhere. Everyobe kept waiting and waiting and then there were news that she might be dating someone but this fandom didn't let go of these rumors. Chris made laser focused comment, called Dodger his long term partner, People magazine calls him single so as the other media outlets who interviewed him, he was asked by interviewers about Shakira, one of the interviewers offered him to set up with her but some fans just can't accept he is single and let go of these rumors. Ehat else do they want him to say and why? Do they want him to say every week that he is single and then they will be satisfied? Why is it never enough for some people hating on him and not letting go of these rumors?

You know what, her show is coming up, we gave her all the attention she needed to get her word out and we made her famous. I just hope that this drama ends after her flop show gets launched. I do have a feeling that this drama will come to an end and her troll team who might be behind these anon asks that keep on bringing up these rumors may stop and leave the fandom like they left the Lucas fandom. I hope Chris also unfollows her just like Lucas did because they used his name too and trolled his fandom too. This has been the worst year in this fandom.

Could be, but the whole JJ article was based on the fact that he liked her post. So they should've rewritten the whole article. They only mentioned the WN pictures because Chris liked her post, which means, at least according to me, that they only wrote that article because Chris liked her picture.

#ab and ce just jared article #portugal baptista #cevans-love

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romeulusroy · 3 years

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Vanish (Steve Rogers Oneshot)

Character/s: Steve

Word Count: 1,148

Tag List: @dontdowhatisayandnobodygetshurt @myriadimagines @lilyswritings @encounterthepast @writerdream22 @brithedemonspawn @lotsoffandomrecs @locke-writes @thedarkqueenofavalon @fangirlsarah16 @randomfandomimagine @amirahiddleston @diana-westmoon

A/N: 1.) I love him 2.) He looks very smexy in that gif 3.) I'm just writing for therapy I guess. It's not my best, but it's as good as its gonna get for the time being. School is killing me and idk, things have been lonely. It's frustrating and I feel stupid for both feeling all this and letting it get to me, y'know? Anyways, I quite like the storyline. I hope you like it too, and if you're feeling the same way, know that I'm always here if you wanna talk or vent or whatever you need :) Feedback is always appreciated 💜💖💜

Summary: No one understands why you did what you did except Steve

Gif Credit: @theavengers :)

FIC MASTERLIST PART ONE. / PART TWO. / PART THREE.

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The job, the life, the take with little give, it tore you apart. Limb by limb, piece by piece, until there was nothing left to hold, to stand, to be. Nothing left. The cemeteries of others left for you to hold, to keep, to care. Flowers and rocks atop headstones. Never enough. Always demanding more. The city, the world, a cat stuck in a tree. Watching others wear their uniform with pride, with the ease and awe you could only dream of. A sense of grace, a caution with their words, an effortless way of existing. Why was it so hard for you? When had the Cape become so heavy? The flashing lights so blinding? The right thing so wrong? Slandered, overlooked, dragged through the mud. Your steps too quick, too slow, your decisions that not of a real hero, your motives questioned, your intelligence questioned, your entire fucking existence questioned.

No one could ever be proud. No one could ever say a goddamn thank you.

No wonder you turned out the way you did. Your name a joke in the media, the headlines, between the ones you called family. Up and left. Disappeared. Nothing, not even a note. As if you were never there in the first place. It was better this way. You wouldn't have to drag out your apologies, burden everyone by calling them in, or telling each of them the same story over and over again. You wouldn't be questioned, or guilted, or face any anger. Sometimes it was better to go into shock. Let the adrenaline take over. Numb their wounds, their hurt, their pain. Let them think and say what they wanted, you wouldn't be around to hear it. Abandoning your duties, your teammates, the entire world. You were at your breaking point, drowning demands, in expectations you did your best to live up to. But your best wasn't good enough. It never was. Sometimes it was better to live in ignorance, in bliss. They'd get to you eventually. Word would spread. You'd be turned into a villain. There'd be interviews, and press conferences, and a global search for the one who abandoned their post.

Let them waste their time, their breath, their effort, the same way you did.

He knew. He knew before it happened. The faraway look in your glazed eyes. The hesitation. The second thought. The flinching. He didn't know what it was, though. The tone in your voice unrecognizable, your words of someone else. You hadn't just lost those pieces of yourself, they'd been crushed, absolutely destroyed. You were giving up, caving in, believing what it was everyone was saying. And then, you were gone. A ghost. Expecting to see you as he turned a corner, catching himself wanting to call your name, ask you for advice, for help, for everything. Glancing at an empty doorway, swearing you were standing there, saying something that'd surely make him laugh. Instead there was nothing. The absence of something. The regret, the grief, the frustration at himself for not putting the pieces together. You spoke without words. Always had. A language he was still learning. Complicated, and delicate, the art of saying so much in silences, in unease and avoidance. He tried, he really did.

But he couldn't stop you. And he couldn't stop them.

Civilians like vultures, tearing your image apart. Media stars slandering you because there was no one else to stand up for you. Your good name shattered, bursting at the seams. Inside, and outside. You'd expected the push back. He hadn't. The rage, the annoyance, the name calling. Rash. Impulsive. Stupid. That's when they were being nice. Horrified you'd turn your back on them, never questioning why. This wasn't the easiest way to live, to exist. He'd thought about it a lot, but what else was there for him? Who else could he be if not a super soldier? You, though, you had options, you had wants and needs outside of a catchy alias and a photo opportunity. You were young, you had your life ahead of you. It'd be a damn shame if you let it go to waste. He fought with them as best he dould, hush their disgust, the disgrace, reminding them not too long ago they turned to you, called you one of their own, saved them more times than they were allowed to forget. Bitterness and blood on his tongue, he was tired of biting it all back. Couldn't they see they were part of the problem? They were falling into the same habits that made you want to scream?

He hoped you were happier there than you were here.

And you were. You were at ease now, at peace, choosing a path for yourself instead of following one that'd been laid out. No more secrets, no more lies, no more lives in your hands. You had one life to live, you weren't going to waste it being miserable. Going where you wanted, being who you wanted, nothing to hold you back. The urge to reach out never quite dulled, not even after all these years. You missed them more and more every day that passed. A call, a text, showing up out of nowhere. With ehat, though? An explination, an apology,ban awkward hug? Maybe too much time had passed, maybe you weren't allowed to call them your family anymore. To them, you were a stranger, but you never stopped thinking about them, keeping up with all their triumphs. Across each screen there'd be another report of the man with his shield or an iron suit saving the day. There seemed to be a new member with every report. Eventually, they forgotten all about you. The media, then, you assumed, the team, your name nothing more than a reminder that even if you played the part well, it didn't mean you were a real superhero. Let them think what they want, there was no use in changing their minds.

As far as you were concerned, you were the best of the best.

Sometimes he caught you in the faces of strangers, the acts of others, the smallest of details. He still looked for you, wondering where you were, where you'd gone, who you were now. You'd look different, of course, but maybe nothing had changed after all. Maybe he'd catch you there, like he hoped he would every time, in the doorway looking in, saying something that'd make him laugh. He still expected you next to him, across from him, in his life. If there was a way to contact you, he never pushed it. Let you come back your own way, on your own time, if you decided to ay all. That wasn't his choice to make. He'd never push you the way they did. He couldn't. You'd finally done something for yourself, he'd never do anything to ruin that freedom.

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i-spilled-my-soup · 4 years

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alright folks

y'all asked for it, so here is my half-assed essay that i wrote at 2 am on why PJO is better than HOO

The Heroes of Olympus: a sequel series to the bestsellers of Percy Jackson and the Olympians. A sequel that introduces new demigods and new threats. But one new thing that I've only recently started to come to terms with is the amount of problems, in plot, continuity, and basic writing. Let me explain.

Percy Jackson and the Olympians first captured me with it's beautiful atmosphere of an ever-present, growing sense of foreboding and devastation. Mere children having to take on the burden of saving their world, and helping gods they did not wish to know. Getting to understand ehat lies behind the curtain of mist(pun intended) that clouded a disturbing reality: that the ancient Grecian gods and goddesses were still alive, and were still in control. Even so, a new power was rising from it's grave: the King of the Titans, the Lord of Time, a force so strong that it could wipe out the gods themselves, taking humanity along with it. Now, children who never asked to be born are handed the future of their world, and they have no choice but to fight, some losing their lives in the process. It's this feeling of inevitability that looms over this world that really makes a good story. We see time and time again how Kronos can manipulate the pieces at his every whim, how he tricks our Heroes into giving him everything he needs to eradicate the Olympians. Even so, the demigods still fight. They learn, they strive, they grow. Each character is their own human, with their own merits and shortcomings. There are no perfect characters, and that makes them all feel... human. The world around them is fit perfectly. Gods still hold immense power, demigods are vastly different from regular mortals, in both physical and mental aspects. They can't use phones. They can eat the food of the gods, but too much of it will make them combust. They can use magic inherited from the ichor running through their veins, but using too much will drain them, enough so that it can be fatal. Most have ADHD and dyslexia, as their minds are hardwired for battle and ancient Greek tomes. Their parents cannot favor anyone, not even their own children. Children of elder gods are more powerful, and more unpredictable. The writing abides by these rules, giving this new world meaning rather than making it feel like a thin sheet draped over reality. Every detail has a cause and a purpose. Discrepancies always have explanations. The story flows with ancient myths as well as modern guidelines. It all feels organic, and that allows the reader to feel and connect with the stories presented. That is what I feel is the most captivating thing about the original series. However, this is not acted on so well in the sequel.

Heroes of Olympus introduces a whole new cast of heroes, and along with it, a whole new brigade of villans. Stories from the first series are turned on their heads, apparently complying with this new storyline that stretches more than 70 years back from the present. This comes with many errors in continuity, both large and small. The books also present large-scale and sometimes confusing threats, like plunging two teenagers into an inescapable primordial hell, but the enemy doesn't take the chance to kill them. Some characters are given special treatment, like being made PoC or LGBTQ. These three factors present a plot that is, to an extent, unreadable. Times of distress do little to encourage character growth. Instead, they seem to be exaggerated, acting merely as shock value to appeal to audiences. Previous storylines are cut apart and stitched together sloppily, just to fit with the plot. The new premise and new development seem not to add to the story, but undermine the greatness of it. Its a series of overdramatic demise, threats that should kill but do not; romantic innuendos that are fitted into every paragraph, orienting all plot and character development towards romantic and/or sexual fulfillment. The sequel feels like a shell of the original story, a copy with merits, but at its fundamentals, made only to draw attention. Some of the key points in HOO are referenced in The Last Olympian, but others appear out of nowhere and sometimes directly contradict plot lines in the first series, creating an unsettling and tacky atmosphere that surrounds the finer details that major plot points rely on.

At a certain point, it gets hard for me to connect these two storylines. The breathtaking ability of the first series is never matched in the second, and relating the two sometimes seems to sap the magic out of the original books. Standing alone, they are not too bad. It is only when shown against the ingenuity of the first series that the problems are more apparent than ever. There are several key errors that stand out to me, but i will not go into those at this point. If you've made it this far, thank you for reading. I appreciate that you've taken the time to listen to what I have to say, as I am quite passionate on this subject. If you agree, then I'm glad that I am not the only one who thinks as such. If you disagree, I'd love to hear what you have to say, as it could well improve my standing on The Heroes of Olympus. Opinions are always changing as our minds develop and grow. Hopefully, by listening to your standpoint, I can improve mine. Thank you.

(this is still very rough and i haven't cleaned it up yet! dms are welcomed and encouraged!!)

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fleetingblossomofthedawn · 5 years

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ABCs of your OCs: A, G, H, and P for Kiyo, A, E, H, and T for Saga? If you don't mind...

Of course I don’t mind, I’m super happy you are still so interested in my OCs @fierce-little-miana! I’ll do my best for you! Let’s see..

Kiyo

A: Aptitude 1. what are your oc’s natural abilities, things they’ve been doing since young?

Her natural abilities would be intangibility and invisibility.

2. what activities have they participated in?

Okay the only thing close to an activity in school terms would be taking care of the shrine she grew up at.

3. what abilities do they have that they’ve worked for?

From a young age she was trained in hand-to-hand-combat styles as well as acrobatics. She mixes these skills with her natural abilities.

4. what things are they bad at?

Kiyo can not swim very well and is in fact afraid of water, because she almost drowned as a child.

5. what is their most impressive talent?

I think her most impressive talent is how she is able to bring out the best in other people.

G: Gorgeous 1. what is their most attractive external feature?

Her eyes are definitely captivating.

2. what is the most attractive part of their personality?

Her sweet enthusiasm and cheerful persona.

3. what benefits come with being their friend?

Apart from the fact that she can sneak into every candy store and rob it for you two without being noticed, she is a loyal friend who will never give up on you and help you be the best person you can be.

4. what parts of them do they like and dislike?

Kiyo actually likes her petite stature a lot and also other people would say her eyes are beautiful, she doesn’t like her eyes and wishes she could change their color.

5. what parts of others do they envy?

She envies everyone with a normal eye color

H: Heat 1. do they rather a hot or cold room?

Her room would be moderately hot but always cozy.

2. do they prefer summer or winter?

She doesn’t really prefer either and loves all seasons for what they are.

3. do they like the snow?

Kiyo loves snow and luckily since she grew up in a mountain village there was always plenty of snow in winter for her.

4. do they have a favorite summer activity?

Summer is the time for getting up early and watch the sunrise and go flower picking afterwards.

5. do they have a favorite winter activity?

Just like a certain favourite of ours she likes to make snowbunnies and roasted chestnuts.

P: Personality 1. what is their best personality trait?

In my opinion her best character traits are definitely her kindness and optimism that drive her to see the best in people and helping wherever she can, never giving up on someone.

2. what is their worst personality trait?

Easily what I mentioned above can also be her worst character trait because she is often naive and pretty guillble.

3. what of their personality do others love?

Most people find her childlike innocence and unshakeable faith in the good in people endearing.

4. what of their personality do others envy?

I think her determination is definitely something other characters in the story might be envious about a bit.

5. do they hate anything about their personality/about other’s personalities?

As the story progresses Kiyo realizes her own naivety and so it sort of becomes something she hates about herself, or rather she blames herself for being so naive. What she would hate about other people would be if they are selfish, never take responsibility or use other’s for their personal gain.

Saga

A: Aptitude 1. what are your oc’s natural abilities, things they’ve been doing since young?

He has a natural talent for riding.

2. what activities have they participated in?

As befitting the son of a noble family he was educated and trained from a young age in swordsmanship, marksmanship and other martial arts, warfare, politics, philosophy and the arts.

3. what abilities do they have that they’ve worked for?

His education and the effort he put in his lessons himself made him an outstanding warrior and commander as well as a capable and savvy ruler.

4. what things are they bad at?

Although he loves music, he is actually a terrible musician but will still sing and play his instrument when he needs to relax, much to the dread of everyone else in the castle.

5. what is their most impressive talent?

He is a genius when it comes to battle tactics.

E: External Personality 1. does the way they do things portray their internal personality?

Actually yes, the good as well as the bad stuff. For example Saga thrives for order and thus will make sure he does things the right and orderly way. Similarly his inner turmoil often shows in his mercurial temper and outbursts.

2. do they do things that conform to the norm?

Although Saga is a big fan order and tradition, he is more of an nonconformist and has proven so multiple times, for example in his choice of lovers and the decision to stay unmarried, despite his general’s and advisor’s pleas to take a wife and father children of his own to secure the succession.

3. do they follow trends or do their own thing?

Saga’s whole story basically starts with him basically doing his own thing.

4. are they up-to-date on the internet fads?

Saga would keep himself moderately informed, if he had access to internet.

5. do they portray their personality intentionally or let people figure it out on their own?

Saga doesn’t care much what others think of him, so he is just himself and lets the people figure out the rest.

H: Heat 1. do they rather a hot or cold room?

For reasons, Saga likes his room really hot, to the point that others can barely stand the ehat while Saga is still wearing several layers of clothes and still complaining that he is cold.

2. do they prefer summer or winter?

He prefers summer, but autumn is actually his favourite season.

3. do they like the snow?

*Scoffs* NO

4. do they have a favorite summer activity?

Summer country rides, attending festivals and watching fireworks on a long summer night.

5. do they have a favorite winter activity?

Does barricading yourself in your room while cuddling into a blanket and drinking tea count? Because he is not going to get out into the winter hell if he can avoid it.

T: Truth 1. are they honest?

Surprisingly, yes! Saga strongly believes if people were more honest and open with each other everyone would benefit from it, so he himself is honest and frank most of the time. However if he is asked about a subject he really doesn’t want to talk about he prefers to end the conversation instead of lying. When it comes to battle tactics however, he will certainly use bluffs and ingenuine tactics to win.

2. can they tell if someone is lying?

Well it’s not a natural talent of his, but a certain incident in the past made him more distrustful of others, so he had to learn to tell if someone is lying and is now rather good at it.

3. is it obvious when they’re lying?

On the rare occasions he is actually lying it will not be too obvious for others but pretty clear for those close to him.

4. have they lied about anything they regret lying about?

Just once, and to someone he held very dear, which makes it only worse.

5. have they told truths that have been spread against their will?

No need for that because no one lives long enough to spread truths against his will.

Wow, that was long! But it was actually a very good chance to think a bit more about these two, so thank you very much for asking @fierce-little-miana! （＾ω＾）

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