#sorry if this doesn't make sense i just needed to get this out because i love them both

[maplesyrupsainz]

˖⁺｡˚⋆˙feels like | PG10˖⁺｡˚⋆˙

pairing: pierre gasly x leclerc!singer!reader (she/her) x kika gomes

genre: social media au, polyamory

warnings: polyamory

summary: in which you meet the loves of ur life in the form of ur brother's best friend and his girlfriend

a/n: u've all been begging for this pairing HAHAH im finally delivering 🙏

request!!!: charles little sister and she doesn't really go to his races that often because she's a singer but she finally does and she hangs with kika & gets a crush on her & meets pierre & develops feelings for him too so then they finally get together and try to drop subtle hints but everyone just thinks they r good friends

my masterlist

fc: gracie abrams

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ynupdates y/n seen today outside the airport in florence, italy !!

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user1 hi arthur in the likes lol

user2 her biggest fan

user3 is she going to imola????

user4 omg 👀

user5 Y/N AT A RACE??!!

user6 omg i hope she's finally coming to a race we barely ever see her there

user7 i miss her

user8 welcome back to f1 y/n 😻

user9 why does she never go to races omgg

user10 she goes to most big ones imo but she's busy with her own career

user11 y/n and charles content i beg

user12 nah y/n and the other drivers content plsss 🙏

yourusername posted a story

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user13 awwwwww omg

user14 so cute

charles_leclerc hanging out with my girlfriend before you even see me? okay!

yourusername get over it

user15 are u coming to imola 🙈

user16 see u at the race y/n 👀

alexandrasaintmleux my fav leclerc 😘

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user17 imola imola imola

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yourusername posted a story

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user18 omggg is that kika

user19 kikayn the duo i didnt know i needed

charles_leclerc y/n please

yourusername im coming im coming

user20 this duo actually makes so much sense

user21 i love women

user22 need her to meet pierre i just know they'd get along they all got the same vibes

user23 im gay

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f1wagupdates pierre gasly and girlfriend kika gomes have been seen multiple times over the past few weeks with ‘i miss you, im sorry’ singer & sister of charles leclerc, y/n leclerc. they appear to have become good friends since their alleged first meeting in imola, but sources report some suggestive interactions including all three of them.

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user26 suggestive interactions...????

user27 omg obsessed with this trio lol

user28 the friendship we never knew we needed 😻

user29 what suggestive interactions lol it's TOO VAGUE!!! give us more

user30 i bet charles loves this 😂

user31 the first piccccc omg y/n and kika cuddling and pierre is just there

user32 y/n and kika tgthr is just so cunty

user33 someone ask charles what he thinks 😂

francisca.cgomes

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francisca.cgomes 🌷 lil dump

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user34 OMG hellooo y/n

user35 the last pic hahah so cuntyyy

user36 ugh OBSESSED with this trio

user37 i wish i was them

landonorris ugh set me up with y/n please kika

francisca.cgomes now why the hell would i do that

pierregasly not happening, sorry lando

landonorris ??? wtf why not

francisca.cgomes she's OURS

yourusername 😂😂

user38 sus

user39 ???? what is going awnnn

user40 SUSSSSSS

yourusername awww pierre in his lil suit 👔

pierregasly awww y/n with her lil lollypop 🍭

francisca.cgomes 🙄

user41 what is even happening lol

yourusername posted a story

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charles_leclerc y/n

yourusername hi charlie

charles_leclerc maman misses you

yourusername is that code for u & arthur miss me 🤨

charles_leclerc perhaps...

yourusername lol i'll come visit home soon

francisca.cgomes leak it to me

yourusername 🤫 all in good time!

pierregasly about me?

yourusername in ur dreams

pierregasly 👀

user42 OMG

user43 new music new music new music

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yourusername 📍 monaco

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yourusername & i would do whatever u wanted

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user44 urmmm is that lyrics

user45 yea omg look at the notebook she's holding up

user46 this is what it feels like????

user47 drop the song

user48 love this friendship

francisca.cgomes love you gorgeous

yourusername love you sm

charles_leclerc ❤️

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user49 ???

pierregasly met you at the right time

yourusername 👀

user50 ok what's going on

user51 ????

user52 wot

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yourusername jus dropped my new song ‘feels like’. the girls that get it, get it... thank u for ur unwavering support always 🫶

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user53 who else here is a girl that (finally) gets it

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user54 get what😭😭😭

user55 SHE'S DATING THEM

user56 the hard hard launch i never knew i needed

charles_leclerc ❤️

yourusername love you

arthur_leclerc ❤️

yourusername ❤️ my biggest fan

arthur_leclerc always

user57 oh i love them sm

user58 i would do whatever you wanted we dont have to leave the apartment 😭

user59 MET YOU AT THE RIGHT TIME‼️

francisca.cgomes mon cœur 💓

yourusername oh i love you

francisca.cgomes 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹

user60 best girls omg

pierregasly world's sexiest leclerc!

yourusername i hold this title loudly & proudly

charles_leclerc 🙄

user61 😂 pierre is so real for this

user62 oh the song is soso beautiful

pierregasly

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pierregasly livin in a movie i've watched and...

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user63 FUNNY CAUSE I COULDNT HAVE CALLED IT!!???

user64 omggg

user65 this is a true love story frrr

user66 AHHHH I LOVE THEM SO BAD

charles_leclerc photo creds for the last pic!!

pierregasly ofc charles 😘

charles_leclerc dont flirt with me too

yourusername 😂😂 have a day off!

arthur_leclerc ily guys

francisca.cgomes oh hello fav leclerc brother

arthur_leclerc 😀

yourusername ily art

charles_leclerc 🙄

yourusername i met u both at the right time 😭

francisca.cgomes thank u imola paddock 🤩🤩🤩

pierregasly our place 🙏🙏🙏🙏

user67 omg.. OBSESSED!!!

THE END 🥹🩷

#f1 smau #f1 #f1 fanfic #f1 imagine #f1 fic #f1 x reader #smau #pierre gasly #pg10 #f1 poly #f1 blurb #f1 x you #f1 polyamory #polyamory #poly #driver x reader x wag #pierre gasly smau #pierre gasly social media au #pierre gasly fluff #pierre gasly imagine #pierre gasly fanfic #pg10 x yn #pg10 smau #pg10 fanfic #pg10 x reader #pg10 imagine #kika gomes #francisca cerqueira gomes #maddie's smau

[paisleypens]

Hello! I hope you’re having a wonderful day, i just have a request if that’s okay.

Could you maybe do Spencer Reid x fem!reader who is smart but doesn’t really get the chance to show the areas she’s smart in? I don’t know if that makes sense, but like in other words she’s insecure because everyone else is so smart and can figure out things so quickly, yet her brain works slower and it takes her a while to figure things out? So she just feels dumb around them? And one day she overhears (I know none of them would do this but it's for the purpose of the story) someone talking bad abour her and uses the word dumb?

And then sweet little Spence finds her crying? You can have fun with the ending, I want you to have some freedom with it!

Thank you for taking the time to read this, I hope you have a wonderful day. And you don’t have to write this just a suggestion. (AND I LOVE YOUR SPENCER STORIES THEY’RE SO AMAZINGLY WRITTEN LOVE) 💗💗💗

I LOVE YOU STOP IT. this request is gorgeous and so real. i get really bad imposter syndrome so i hope yall find this as comforting as i did 🫶 i also haven’t been giving reid any love lately send some reid stuff my way!!

different strengths | spencer reid x f!reader

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You sat at your desk, methodically typing out a report, trying to ignore the soft chatter of your colleagues in the bullpen. The rest of the BAU team always seemed to crack cases so effortlessly, piecing together intricate puzzles with the speed and precision of master craftsmen. You admired them, but the admiration often turned into a gnawing insecurity. Despite your intelligence, you struggled to keep up, your brain needing more time to process and connect the dots.

Your fingers paused over the keyboard as a murmur from the break room caught your attention. You couldn't help but eavesdrop when you heard your name.

"...she's nice, but she just doesn't get things like we do. It's like, I don't know, her brain works slower or something. Maybe she’s just dumb."

Your heart sank. The word "dumb" hit you like a punch to the gut. Fighting back tears, you slipped away from your desk and found refuge in one of the empty offices. The door clicked shut behind you, and the dam broke. You sank into a chair, sobbing quietly into your hands.

Spencer Reid, with his keen observational skills, had noticed you slipping away. He had always been drawn to you, your kindness, and your unique perspective, even if you didn't see it yourself. Worried, he followed you and after a moment gently knocked on the door.

"Y/N? Are you okay?"

You quickly wiped your tears and tried to compose yourself, but your voice wavered as you responded. "Yeah, I'm fine, Spencer. Just needed a moment."

He wasn't convinced. He opened the door and stepped inside, his face etched with concern. "I heard what they said. I'm so sorry, Y/N."

Fresh tears welled up in your eyes. "It's true, Spencer. I just... I can't keep up with everyone. I feel so stupid."

Spencer's heart ached at your words. He moved closer, his eyes soft with empathy. "Y/N, you are not stupid. Your intelligence is just as valuable as anyone else's here. You see things differently, and that's a strength, not a weakness."

You looked up at him, sniffling. "But I never get to show what I'm good at. Everyone's always ten steps ahead."

Spencer knelt down beside your chair, his gaze earnest. "That's not true. You contribute in ways you might not even realize. The way you connect with victims' families, your attention to detail, your intuition... those are things none of us can do as well as you can."

His words were a balm to your wounded heart, and you managed a small, grateful smile. "Thank you, Spencer."

He smiled back, a warmth spreading through him at your expression. "How about we get out of here? It's the end of the day, and I know a great place for ice cream. My treat."

You chuckled softly, feeling lighter already. "I'd like that."

As you both walked out of the office together, the tension began to fade. You exchanged stories, laughed about cases, and for the first time in a while, you felt seen and valued.

Sitting in the ice cream parlor, the two of you shared a banana split, your shoulders brushing occasionally, sending sparks of electricity through both of you. Despite your insecurities, Spencer's presence made you feel safe and appreciated.

As you finished the last bite, Spencer looked at you, a hint of nervousness in his eyes. "You know, Y/N, I've always admired you. You're smart, kind, and incredibly strong. Anyone who can't see that doesn't know what they're talking about."

Your heart fluttered at his words, a blush creeping up your cheeks. "Thank you, Spencer. That means a lot to me."

He reached out, gently squeezing your hand. "Anytime. And remember, you're not alone. We all have different strengths, and together, we make a great team."

You squeezed his hand back, feeling a surge of affection for the man sitting across from you who would never grab anyone else’s hand normally. "I think so too."

As you left the parlor, the evening sun casting a warm glow over everything, you couldn't help but feel that maybe, just maybe, things would be alright. And perhaps, you weren't the only one with feelings that had been hidden for far too long.

#criminal minds #spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x you #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid fanfic #paisleypens

[skyrigel]

Hey Rigel I love ur work like so much 💓 can I request Anthony bridgerton where he is getting married and realises his love his y/n or smth similar with him getting jealous and angry when y/n and Benedict or colin fake date like tht or anything if this doesn't make sense 😭

Enchanted | A.B x you

Pairing: Anthony bridgerton x fem!reader, Benedict x fem!reader x colin ( platonic)

Part 1 of Enchanted, " Sparks fly " | 3.8k

Synopsis: When Aubreyton's CEO strikes a match with Miss Edwina sharma, because she's nice and kind and witty, ofcourse nothing could go wrong, except the bride elopes, except Colin has a plan, except the plan is you.

Warning :CEO! Anthony x assistant! reader, Asshole! Anthony, Benedict x sophie, Polin, bridgerton's chaotic dynamic, reader and Benedict share one brain cell that's mostly with you, alcohol, fake marriage( Anthony and reader), social media au, office au, modern setting, forced proximity, jealousy jealousy, mutual pinning, fluffy fluff, bit angst, arranged marriage, bit Collen Hoover bashing but it's a joke ( maybe not ) no Edwina bashing, scary Kate sharma, yes!!! ( Might add more later )

Rigel's note 🪩 : This makes perfect sense to me anon !!!!!! I hope modern setting au is good, I live and die for jealous! Anthony<3 also Benedict x best friend! Reader, *kisses* i really hope you like it, my silly little series and hit on multiple parts fic, my requests are open and sorry it took so long, bad Rigel :( this series needs a banner but I am so lazy !!! <33333

" Your brother is an idiot." You said, gritting your teeth as your mail blew with applicants, beautiful young ladies with peculiar yet remarkable talents.

" That." Benedict catched the grape midair with his mouth," we know of." He added with a cocky grin.

" Read another ! " Colin peppered, stealing your cookies which you ignored, sighing as you opened another mail.

" Tiana Young, twenty-one, I like to read, write and sing, my favourite author is Collen Hoover—" Benedict snorted, " —I like children and hope to be a mother, I am very soft spoken and good natured, my neighbours call me Ti, because I am a tea kinda person—"

" What's a tea kinda person ? " Colin bited the smuggled cookie, Benedict pulled the remaining to his side hastily, you felt your appetite long gone.

" It's like...they are like tea..." Benedict said, more in doubt as he looked for affirmation.

" Like milk tea or another tea ? " You asked, perhaps tea could takeaway your headache.

" What's an another tea ? " Colin's hand began to pull the tray, Benedict frowned but said nothing, taking one hurriedly and breaking it into two parts, offering you the bigger one.

" No thank-you, let me fix this Tiana's appointment." You exhaled, copy pasting a paragraph how (un) grateful you were to her for reaching out, she would soon have her appointment date and bla bla bla.

" I knew my brother was workholic but this wife hunting thingy is so exhausting." Benedict wiggled his eyebrows, you knew he was being kind but he wasn't helping at all.

" It would have been over if his requirements weren't so high, like he's not looking for a wife but some utopian woman god has yet to create ! " You were ranting, you knew, but this was the only way you could stop yourself from punching Anthony for putting you into this misery.

" Why can't he just fall in love ? " Colin looked at you and Benedict seriously, his mouth covered in crumbs, " Come on, love is like...like a force to be reckoned with ! " He beamed, ofcourse it was a force, didn't Penelope wrote something smiliary in her latest book, you somehow felt your heart shuddering, what would happen if Anthony were to be in love, some intelligent, beautiful woman, some utopian goddess of his, you didn't like the idea one bit, so you laughed it off.

" Brother in love ? " Benedict was in stitches, banging his palm on the table, shaking few very important papers that laid without any significance. They will be probably used as napkin if you weren't there.

" It's not funny." Colin got up, taking his coat, he rolled his eyes when Benedict refused to stop laughing, you shaked your head helplessly as another mail popped up, Jasmine had written a essay about global peace and increasing capatilism, you groaned, damn you Anthony bridgerton!

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" Good evening Anthony." You tapped save on your screen as Anthony entered the office, a beak of sweat trickling down his neck line, okay, someone got either fired or roasted down to their very existence, you preferred the former.

" Good evening y/n." He looked up at you, he worried his jaw to say more but decided against it as he settled on his chair, it was very comfy and very big, years of working with him but you couldn't fathom the courage to ever have a taste, perhaps Benedict would help, maybe then.

" There are twelve appointments I have scheduled for tomorrow, Miss Becka—"

" Cancel them."

" What ?! " You almost shouted, you didn't waste your whole day to adjust and fit these pretty woman according to the time and weather and place and Anthony's mood so nothing went wrong, did he just said cancel them like it was nothing, this—

" We are going out Tommorow, it might take all day so cancel them." Anthony ran a hand through his hair as he exhaled sharply, your brain short circuited at the words more and more made some meaning, we ?! Did he, for heaven's sake said we ?

" You and me ? " You blurted and lowered your gaze when his eyes snapped to you, a deep color blazed your nose as you fiddled with your skirt.

" Yes, me and you." He confirmed and you could swore, that was a smile, a small, thin, almost unrecognisable on his always stern face, but that was a smile.

" Why ? " You closed your laptop, tucking the strands of your hair that usually came out after a long day, behind you ear.

Anthony pressed a key and it beeped, he shifted his face to you, thinking that he was almost frowning and finally, he said with a neutral face.

" I have found a match." His face gave nothing away, " Miss Edwina will be most suitable for marriage." He said it like it wasn't his marriage he was talking about, " she's very graceful and witty and would make a amiable wife and a kind loving mot—"

" Right." You snapped mid course, his mouth was hanging open with words lost in void, you knew very well Miss Edwina was a fine young lady, she was beautiful and kind and sharp at wits, ofcourse this ended your torment or perhaps began another, but not now, you needed to think.

" I..I promised Benedict for dinner. " You muttered, feeling your whole body numb as you stumbled out of your seat, Anthony watched, something glazed in his eyes but you couldn't place it, you might if you looked longer but you had no courage left now. You were almost at the glassy door, he was watching you intently and you felt his gaze burn at your back.

" You like my brother quite very much." He startled you, you paused, heart beats echoing through your throat. It was like he was accusing you, almost jabbing his finger on your chest. What does that mean ?

" What could I say ? He's very amiable." You turned to smile at him, it trembled on your lips and Anthony scoffed slightly, mouth curving in disdain but it was gone as soon as it crossed his face. Damn you !

" Have a nice day sir." You closed the door behind you, covering your face as a muffled scream cut through your cartilage.

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" Miss Edwina ?! " Benedict almost screamed as you narrowed your eye sternly at him, he lowered his voice in a whisper, ducking his head down towards you, " sorry but Miss Edwina ?! "

" I know, I know." You swigged another gulp of the dizzy bubbling liquid that will give you a terrible headache tommorow but right now, you just wanted this uneasiness feeling to go away.

" Didn't her scary sister vowed to ruin him or something like that ? " Benedict licked his thumb, eye's watering at the spice, you loved this place's Chole bhature very much, last time Benedict cried when he accidentally bited the green masala filled chilly.

" Yeah, she refused to take ahead the Mayfair deal, or something like that, not that it would ruin anything and—" You sighed, leaning back your head as the soft music tickled your senses.

" What ? " You heard his faint murmur.

" Well Anthony was right, as soon as our team announced his engagement, ofcourse not revealing the bride, he's well trending—"

" He's always trending." Benedict groaned, chugging water as his lips were swollen with spiced heat.

" Yes, but not for thirsty things, i meant that Aubreyton is trending and our shares are touching the sky and it's a whole profitable season ahead." You ended breathlessly, you stared at him for full second before both your eye's crinkled with smiles and laughter that came from your hearts, it lightened the air somehow as well as your heart.

" You do remember I am part of the executive board ? " Benedict tilted his head with a warm smile and you shaked your head, feeling tipsy.

" Like you do anything except torment me and poor Colin ! " You pouted, feeling your cheeks flush as Benedict threw his head back and laughed.

" Poor Colin ? " He cooed, " he's probably getting laid tonight." He added with a wink, you slapped his shoulder nervously.

" Penelope replied ? "

" Ofcourse, my dear little brother wrote a whole ass three page message, with a picture of all her books that too hardcover and first editions."

" Wow." You said, impressed, Colin was head over heels, it was only a matter of time since the dazzling author knew.

" And what of Miss Beckett ? " You wiggled your eyebrows like Benedict did when he teased you, he turned a beetroot red as he fumbled with the last contents of his glass.

" She refused for a live in relationship." He said, his face grew sad and you mentally winced for putting him there.

" Oh." You nodded, Sophia lived with her evil mother who liked to see her suffer and she was, afterall, too good of a girl.

" Benedict..." You whispered when he closed his eyes softly, hiding his face behind his palms.

" I am not crying." He was. He sniffed as a few heads turned towards the pair of you, many with sympathy, probably thinking you had refused to marry him or something.

" Hey, hey, hey..." You pulled yourself as you dizzily tripped over to his side, wrapping your arms around him as he melted in your embrace.

" She doesn't understand..." He said it so muffled that it was unable to make out what he said, but you understood it anyway.

" She will, she loves you so much." You kissed his head and he nodded, tears streaking your shirt as he finally emerged with red, sticky face and puppy bright eyes.

" I think i drank too much." He admitted, you nodded, feeling yourself floating too.

" Let's call a cab, we shouldn't drive." You suggested, fiddling with cash as you payed the bill, leaving good tip for the teenager waiter, who smiled kindly at every inner joke Benedict shot.

" Uh huh." He focused hard on his phone, sticking his tongue out like he did when he was really, really drunk and or just really, felt the need to, or he was about to do something stupid, which he did.

Twelve minutes later, Anthony bridgerton was standing outside the restaurant with a heavy frown and it was strange to see him in normal clothes, like that grey t-shirt felt odd yet gorgeous and those sweatpants, you were way too drunk, you realised.

" You'll make a fine gentleman." Anthony curted his mouth, his words dripped with sarcasm that you and Benedict were too drunk to catch on.

" Thankyou, the cab idea was mine." He said smugly, ducking out when you smacked his ass with your purse, Anthony watched with wide eyes.

" Liar." You jabbed at him, he started to giggle and stumbled, taking you along before Anthony grabbed you by the waist and pulled you away from him, Benedict winked at you when Anthony closed his eyes, frustration or whatever that dazed him, his touch was electrifying, like current jostling in water.

Anthony pulled away his arms from you, his eyes strained like it pained him just the same it hurt you.

" You are wasting my time brother, get in the car." He glared, " come." He said to you, his gaze softened but that could be alcohol, you weren't reliable narrator especially when it was Anthony bridgerton.

" Well you could have refused." Benedict ran and sprawled inside like a bear, covering the whole back seat with his wasted body.

" Yes well, I didn't come for y—" he clamped his mouth in a thin line, nerve twitching on his forehead as he breathed hard, eyeing you as you ran after Benedict's seat thievery, you opened the door and his head almost snapped when he looked up you, it was a nauseous enough to make you vomit.

" Move." You pulled his hair, in no hell you will sit in the front seat, not like you haven't, but you were drunk and you were angry and you hated Anthony and you wished so much to just, to just, just once, once just, kiss him hard, that's alcohol, bloody alcohol.

" Leave this idiot." Anthony was suddenly behind you, he touched your elbow with same electric touch, guiding you to the empty front seat as he opened the door, you could feel Benedict wiggling his eye, you will deal with this bastard later.

" I was thinking—" Benedict started, once Anthony started driving, he was shut real quick when Anthony glared with words.

" Stop thinking." Anthony rolled the steering wheel and you looked away, those veins taunted and lured you, it was maddening and the streets were much dull and undistracting.

Benedict giggled at something he probably said in his head, you chuckled when he burped, he did too, only Anthony didn't.

" Don't you have a date tommorow with Mr. Dorset ? " Benedict craned his neck to get a view of you, two Bridgerton's eyes were too much to take as you thought hard, well yes a date, with Mr. Dorset, yes, you did remember.

" Ofcourse." You said, Anthony drifted a turn that jerked your head forward and you would have got a concussion if it wasn't his big palm that came for rescue.

" Are you okay ? " He asked, slowing down the car as his fingers pushed you back until the back of your head was pressed against the seat.

" Yeah." You confirmed, nothing was more threatening than his touch. He should bloody know that.

" Are you okay ? " Benedict mimicked and you realised he was down there, squashed on the car floor, his face hidden somewhere.

Anthony ignored him as his expressions hardened, he was breathing hard as he worried his lips, thinking and thinking.

" You do know it might take all day." Anthony finally said and you cocked your head to his side, you were drunk and well, sleepy too.

" What ? Well, it's a dinner date." You assured, Mr. Dorset wasn't letting go and a Thai curry wouldn't hurt anyway.

" Yes well, it might be very late." He was frowning now, his eyes were on the road but he would glance between nano seconds.

" Really ? " You pouted, you were way too gone now, it didn't matter, Anthony's eyes stopped at your lips and when he looked up, something changed, like it must have changed a long ago but it's colours were only visible now, like moon hiding behind the clouds, beaming but not seen and when it's finally high, hanging at sky, you blinked, expecting it to be gone, like everything, but when you opened your eyes, it was still there, as clear as ever, shimmering at you. That's alcohol, bloody alcohol.

" Yes.." Anthony gulped hard, pulling at Benedict's apartment, how much he wanted sophie to built a home with him, soon, you thought, soon.

" Oi y/n, I think I found your lipstick." Benedict hopped up, his face had lines where because he didn't bother to get up once he had fallen, with a shade that you never used in your whole lifetime, Anthony looked away when you tried to catch his eyes.

" That's not mine." You said, feeling anger creep up your neck, not knowing why, it's not that you were the only one who sat in his car and ofcourse you weren't his girlfriend, you weren't his friend even, he was your boss, you were his assistant, that's it, that's fucking it, you really wanted to punch his face, that's bloody alcohol, you would never drink again.

" Benedict, my brother." Anthony took the lipstick away which Benedict was trying to apply on himself, " get the fuck out."

" Goodbye to you too brother." He leaned to smooch Anthony when he hastily pulled away, growling.

" Bye bye sweetheart." Benedict smooched your cheek then and his lips only touched your warm skin before Anthony pushed him back in the back seat, it was, kinda rough.

" You are drunk." He told Benedict who shrugged, blinking heavily.

"He always kissed me goodbye." You glared at Anthony, this freaking bastard, chew on your lipstick, Idiot. You leaned down to kiss Benedict's cheek and he giggled softly, eyes locked with Anthony, his wide bastard grin flashing, glittering as Anthony eye rolled.

When Benedict was dropped, it was your turn, Anthony stared ahead like a statue, you were suffering in your own head.

The silence became heavy in air as the music was either tragic or too loud for your head and Anthony sensed the discomfort, turning it off altogether.

" What are we going to do actually? Venue deciding or something." You finally spoke, remembering how much you stared and stared when the article popped up, Anthony bridgerton looking for a wife !! You remembered the qualification list, should be well spoken, should be linguistic, should want kids, should be family loving, should be this, should be that, should have good enough hips to bear a child like what ?!

You remembered days and days when he would have his appointments, yes appointments, most of times he was out within five minutes, a frown on his face.

" She doesn't know algebra." He said one time when he came out within two minutes and you shrugged, well algebra was hard afterall.

And now Miss Edwina had ended all your miseries and torture, no lists, no more algebra's and Collen Hoover's, nothing of that anymore, Anthony would be a husband soon and perhaps he would love her, or already love her, he was so determined even when Kate sharma threatened to cut deals with Aubreyton if didn't stop sending flowers, well that was your doing, sending flowers because it was your idea, but well, it didn't matter.

" Well not the venue, but wedding ring and wedding dresses, Mother say we match and cake tasting and flowers—" we.

" When's the wedding ? " You looked at him scornfully, Anthony's eyes lowered at you as he stopped the car.

" Next week." Fuck you Anthony!

" Shouldn't you decide that with Miss Edwina herself ? " You were glad, but you had this feeling that he would be taken away from you, once married, he might not be yours, he was never yours, but still, why not start now ?

He frowned like it wasn't the most sensible and obvious thing.

" I..." He hesitated, " Miss Edwina might not want to go, since the wedding is too near and also, to keep it a private engagement."

" Oh." You didn't get a thing, your mind wasn't working as Anthony leaned down to open your door, you freezed, only your heart thudded loudly, could he hear ? What he did to you, well it wouldn't surprise you if he knew and still chose to torture your poor soul. " Why not state it publicly ? "

" I can't deal with the fanfictions." He said in matter of factly way. " And paparazzi giving Edwina trouble." Don't say her name, don't.

" Fanfictions ?! " You laughed so loud that he actually stopped thinking whatever he was, and just looked at you, as if taking in every detail, savouring them, drinking every bit of you in, he looked like he was mesmerized but that was just alcohol, just your silly heart, just you, who had read all those one shots, about you and him, ofcourse you weren't going to admit it and ofcourse you would be quite dammed if you ever saw Anthony getting shipped with Edwina Sharma, they are getting married in a week idiot, yes, but not today, not now, later, when it was time, please, not now. Later, now he was yours.

" You have a good choice either way." He was, for no reason, walking you to your door, you remembered how Benedict was practically kicked out earlier, he would tease you so much if you were to ever tell him.

" Oh please." You chuckled, rubbing your hands together in the chilly air, " I gifted Benedict onesies on his birthday."

Anthony smiled, it didn't leave his face until he caught you staring and you noticed how different he looked, when those lines were of joy instead of worry, he looked young and his boyishness made your heart do cartwheels.

" That was just a joke." He amused, " wasn't it ? " His smile faltered when you shaked your head in a no, fumbling for you keys.

" It wasn't so bad." Anthony said, somewhat traumatised, " Benedict wore them anyway."

" It had penguins ! " You cringed at the memory, a drunkish Polaroid like, blurred and saturated, it was vivid but just like yesterday, Anthony didn't dance until you were both so drunk, perhaps he smiled back than too, and looked just as dazzling.

" You are good y/n." Anthony said sincerely, " stop being mean to yourself." You opened the door but your hands freezed at the doornob, why Anthony had to cut the right wires, why he had to upside down your whole world ?

" Well, same to you Anthony." You said, he lingered on the doorway more than he should, it was alcohol, it really, really was but no amount of gaslighting could blur the memory away, you always remembered how brave you were that night when you leaned down, one step not much, and placed a small, chaste kiss, just a brush of your lips against his blazing skin. A touch to his soul, it sparkled and rose and busted into a thousand orbs and sprinkled like glitters on you and him.

" Good night." You whispered, Anthony stared, too stunned to say anything, then he smiled, small and enchanting.

" Good night y/n." His smile stayed.

#folkloregurl fics🪩 #bridgerton #anthony bridgerton fanfiction #anthony bridgerton x fem!reader #anthony bridgerton x y/n #anthony bridgerton x female reader #anthony bridgerton x you #anthony bridgerton x reader #anthony bridgerton x kate sharma #anthony bridgerton angst #anthony bridgerton smut #anthony bridgerton #anthony bridgerton fics #anthony bridgerton fluff #anthony bridgerton fic #anthony bridgerton x wife!reader #benedict bridgerton x you #benedict bridgerton x reader #benedict bridgerton imagine #anthony bridgerton imagine #colin bridgerton x reader #colin x penelope #colin bridgerton #benedict bridgerton #sophie beckett #benedict bridgerton x y/n #colin bridgerton x penelope featherington #polin #bridgerton s3 #bridgerton au

[knightfcll]

beckoning scorch

gojo x reader (primarily), 0.9k

content notes: gender neutral reader, suggestive but not explicit touching, reader is a sorcerer and described as reckless multiple times, gojo is highkey just feelin y'all up, no concept of personal space here, implied nanami x reader in the sense of unspoken and unrequired (or is it oooooh oooh intrigue) feelings, though their relationship is outwardly antagonistic

The curse dies in a storm of fire and smoke. You stagger in the aftermath. Nanami is at your side instantly, with a steady and furrowed brow. The ringing in your ears is a miserable, piercing shriek, but it covers the sound of Nanami's chastising.

The ride back is quiet, other than the occasional bit of radio static. Nanami keeps it tuned to the same station, no matter where he's driving, during business hours. You're in too much pain to bother making fun of him this time.

Nanami walks you inside when you arrive. His hand doesn't leave your elbow until you're sitting down in the infirmary, when he shuffles off to go look for Shoko. The pain forces you to start rifling around for a cold compress.

It takes you what feels like forever to find the compress, reminding you again that medics aren’t always the most organized people. A few rhythmic taps at the door pull you from your thoughts. You’re about to call out that Shoko isn’t in yet when it opens and you find Gojo grinning before you. Your heart skips.

Dumbfounded, you can only shake his hand as he enters. It’s a loose thing, a not too firm noncommittal grip that doesn’t leave you wincing but does make you wonder if you’d even touched him at all.

“Nice work out there.”

Praise from Satoru Gojo is a thing some sorcerers would kill for, the way he’s worshipped. You're not as weak in the knees about it, present circumstances notwithstanding.

You press the compress tighter to your knee and mumble a weak thanks.

“Let me hold that.” Suddenly, Gojo slips his hand under yours, keeping pressure with seemingly far less effort than you had needed. He’s giving you an easy smile when you look at him, one of those bastard grins Nanami makes fun of loud enough for the students to hear.

You can’t see his eyes. He’s still wearing his protective shades and his once wild hair now hangs loosely over his forehead. Allegedly, they’re a rather brilliant blue.

“Say,” Gojo starts, experimentally stretching a finger past the barrier of the compress, just barely hovering over the raised hairs on your leg, “Nanami's gone off to manage some particulars, yeah? He gonna mind if I steal you for a bit?"

He smells nice; not strong, it’s no cologne you recognize, but something clean. Undoubtedly…pure.

“Kento doesn’t care what I do.”

Gojo clicks his teeth. “I don’t think that’s true.” He presses harder now, enough that you can start to feel a freeze deep in your skin.

Gojo slips his hand away and begins tending to the rest of you. He’s very physical, when he’s allowed to be. He glides over faded scars and fresh scrapes. Some of them still hurt, even when his smooth fingertips just barely graze you.

“He doesn't. And if he did, it's because I make it harder for him to clock out on time.”

“Of course, of course."

You don't understand what Gojo thinks he's getting at. Nanami does not like you. He wears his heart on his sleeve and never pulls his punches, especially where you're concerned. Telling you about his day before ripping into you for your carelessness is just how he is.

Gojo brushes a sore spot at your back and you gasp, lurching forward into his waiting embrace. He soothes you, rubbing gently this time, like a big dog who’s forgotten his own strength. Or, is it you that’s become forgetful?

“Sorry, sorry. Bad bruise?”

“It’s fine. I should have let it heal more before going out today.”

You feel the hum in Gojo’s chest before you hear it, cheek flush against his chest. You shouldn’t be able to hear his heartbeat like this, pressed up against him like an eavesdropping child.

“You’re reckless, aren’t you?”

You’ve been told that. Shoko swears you’re trying to make her life harder. Nanami…he’s as blunt with you as anyone else, but your carelessness seems to be the one thing that makes him truly angry.

“I’m a sorcerer,” you say, settling in to Gojo’s touch. He’s thumbing over a bruise at your waist. “Not really easy to be safe.”

Gojo laughs, leaning closer. He takes a deep breath just as his nose brushes your skin. “I guess not.” Gojo does not know danger as you have. Guessing is the only thing he can do.

The room falls silent. He makes a show of bandaging a scrape by your elbow, eyeing it like he’s a doctor performing a difficult surgery and not just making cartoonishly slow movements as he covers it. You don’t appreciate how much space he takes until he steps back to admire his handiwork. He peels off of you like a second skin.

“Right, that should do it. Now,” Gojo straightens his back and pushes up imaginary glasses, “I prescribe you lots of rest and ice pops. Don’t come back.”

“Doctors don’t just say it like that.”

Gojo laughs, a full body thing that has him doubling over and dropping his skit. He thinks he’s funny. Nanami’s right about that.

“Ah, maybe they should.”

He slinks out the same way he came in, shifting again from the solid rock of a man you expect to the space invading serpent he is. You hear him chatting further down the hall; Nanami’s in his clutches, now, from the sound of Gojo’s sighs.

His scent still lingers in the air. Tentatively, you pull the collar of your shirt and inhale. Dirt and grass, mostly, with the faintest hint of clean laundry. Fresh linens, rarely stained or shredded, even in the field.

For once, you’d like to see him bruise.

#gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #satoru gojo x reader #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #writing tag

[mrblazeflappybird]

I have noone to talk to about this new Helluva Boss episode so you're getting subjected to my ranting

(I'm going to be talking about the end scene with Blitz and Stolas - loved the whole episode though, not my fave but definitely not my least favourite by any means)

STOLAS. MY GOD. YOU SHOULD NOT BE RELATABLE AND BECAUSE OF YOU I SHALL BE GETTING PROFESSIONAL HELP ASAP.

I completely and utterly believe that both Stolas and Blitz need to get a reality check. But whilst I am certain Blitz will in the series (probably multiple times over) I'm worried Stolas won't. The most he might probably get is him getting told by Octavia that "You don't love me, you love him".

Stolas. Needs. A. Reality. Check.

I get that (as a character) his response to everything is trauma based just like Blitz. But the way he's acting is kinda like... you aren't perfect. You are messing this up just as much as Blitz is, possibly more so.

The way he and I are similar is the fact that we both do things so heavily based through our immediate feelings that we just don't take time to think about stuff, especially not in the moment. To the point that we are blind to the damage it causes.

The relationship started as a purely "no feelings" deal. Regardless of them both catching them, that was THE RULE that they both followed most the time. Obviously until they didn't. And whilst its painful and the reasons Blitz didn't do anything is because of self hatred and therapy-needing reasons most likely, he still kept to that rule.

Stolas immediately was like "Nah, I'm changing everything right now."

Yes, yes, please, if you aren't happy and know ultimately this relationship is hurting more than bringing happiness, end it. But he can't just expect Blitz to immediately understand what's going on and what to say. Its such a huge backhand that's so unexpected by Blitz that ofc he's gonna be confused and think its something its not.

But like.... Stolas just didn't listen to Blitz, didn't really let him make sense of everything, and when Blitz jumped to the (unfortunately) logical conclusion in his brain - which is both trauma AND because of this relationship's nature - Stolas was just done.

And like... I get it?? Because that's me. Bruh. Will be and have been changing my behaviour in the future. I'm aware of my flaws and thank you to my wonderful girlfriend for giving me my reality check. Very glad that I managed to listen to her... UNLIKE A SPECIFIC DEMON.

I understand that the yelling and the slamming doors down the corridor complaining about how shitty you are reminds you of your abusive ex wife, and honestly whilst you should have listened to him in an ideal world, getting yourself out of a situation you can't handle is understandable and valid. BUT - and this is important - YOU NEED TO LET HIM HAVE SOME TIME TO PROCESS. AND LET HIM TALK.

Blitz was justified in yelling in my opinion. Stolas was also justified in teleporting him away because he yelled in my opinion too. But they both need serious reality checks.

I just don't think Stolas is ever thought to be in the wrong with any of this. He should have listened and not be so impulsive with his actions. He never really thought of the reality behind it (seemingly) and was so certain that because *his* emotions and feelings change and adapt quickly along with his, like, reality and wants and needs(???), it doesn't mean Blitz's will too.

Anyway sorry for the rant lmaooooo. Was not expecting Fizz in that episode I love that little robot imp man favourite character yayyy

#helluva boss episode 8 #helluva boss season 2 #helluva boss #helluva boss blitz #helluva boss stolas #helluva boss stolitz #helluva boss spoilers #stolas #blitz #helluva boss criticism

[gemsofthegalaxy]

one more second here defending Stolas sorry sorry but like

yes Stolas was quick to react poorly to how Blitz responded and he should have given him a moment to process, and gave Blitz more grace for being, well, how Blitz always kind of is. Blitz being goofy with a mean edge to it is something Stolas actually likes about him, after all

however, we can see the state Stolas has worked himself into before Blitz arrives. He's so nervous he pukes in the morning, vacillates wildly in thinking of the way tonight is going to go, and still ends up putting all his hopes on it working out well, while, clearly, being convinced that it won't

Blitz's self-loathing is integral to his character, 100%, hands-down... but Stolas doesn't exactly think he's super deserving of love, either?

He's always been shunned by his peers, his father had to buy him a friend and only cared to do so because it was his birthday once. he was married off from a young age to a woman who held nothing but disdain for him. his greatest joy in life is his relationship with his daughter which is rocky at best due to his own screw-ups. he has precious few relationships to get any practice or experience in dealing with conflict, other than the aforementioned wife which is mostly screaming matches and I doubt he wants to handle conflict with Blitz the same way.

he was bouncing his leg and frowning deeply prior to Blitz' arrival, clear signs of nervousness and unease. and the thing is, he tried to prepare himself emotionally for any outcome, obviously, but he doesn't exactly have the most fantastic social skills in the world and nor does he have a lot of experience handling the big emotions of rejection. he's never had an actual relationship before; he was first in an arranged marriage and hasn't had eyes for anyone but Blitz since. he clearly has romantic notions, but they undoubtedly come from fiction, and it makes sense he wouldn't be able to cope with being disbelieved and then argued with about said giant emotions and his heart's desires

which sucks. he's an adult and he needs to learn to regulate himself enough to have a conversation, but, given the lack of experience he has with it it's not exactly an outrageous reaction to be having? and i personally just have faith that he's gonna Get There or at least make progress over the series because frankly what else would be the point in a show like this

#gems watch #helluva boss spoilers #helluva boss #stolas goetia #sorry hes my blorbo! #i love blitz also this has nothing to do with him and its not an offense against him just a defense of stols

[slaytheprofessor]

The Guide: You take the file out of his hands and open it. And... you read.

The Guide: It is everything he told you it was. It is a story of a woman who had everything she could have ever wanted---a loving partner, children, a safe home, a career. But all of it was taken away by a sudden hurricane, leaving her alone in the world and without anything to live for.

The Guide: She is utterly and completely heartbroken, and she is angry. Angry at a world that cares not for her suffering. Angry at a world that sees fit to strike at random and rip happiness from her grasp. Angry at whatever force would do such a thing.

The Guide: When you finally close the file, you are filled with a deep and profound sadness as you begin to cry. And more than that, you feel... *softly* Oh, no.

Voice of the Curious: Wh---what is this? Why do I--- *voice catches* Why do I feel like---

Voice of the Researcher: That's... no. This doesn't make any... it doesn't make any sense. We're just---we're just a person, we didn't cause this.

Voice of the Curious: *starting to cry a little* I don't want to feel like this. Why is he making us feel like this?

The Professor: Do you understand, now?

The Guide: You are feeling exactly how he intended you to feel. Because... because this story has caused you to be wracked with guilt.

The Guide: No. No, you have every right to feel sorry, but do not play into his hands. You do not need to feel guilty. Not here, not anywhere.

Voice of the Curious: How can you be so sure?

The Guide: Because I told you before. He's not showing you the full picture.

The Professor: *voice sharper* I said, do you understand, now?

#slay the princess #slay the professor au #the long quiet #the shifting mound #stp princess #stp the stranger #stp the narrator #yeah... this chapter's a lot #this is not the only time where something like this happens i'll tell you that

[balsee]

i haven't seen whole cake island in its entirety yet so forgive me if i misconstrue some things, but the romance between pudding and sanji really doesn't work for me mainly because pudding is 16 years old. and while i normally enjoy the way oda portrays relationships between certain characters, i think the dynamic between pudding and sanji would be better if there was no romantic payoff between the two of them at the end. sanji's genuine acceptance of pudding's third eye is such a radical act of kindness for her, and it would be lovely to see this as the first stepping stone of many for pudding's character development. not only that, but it would really highlight how sanji's unflinching kindness has the power to change another person and break the bonds that have been holding them captive for most of their lives. if they ever do meet again, i hope that pudding would get the chance to tell sanji just how much that meant to her and they part ways as friends.

#we always see the way luffy can influence multiple people and change their lives in drastic ways #simply by him just being himself and the sheer power that he holds #and it would be great if we could see that played out with sanji as well #i think he can see so much of himself in pudding and it would be SO good if he could give her the acceptance #and love she's been seeking just by being himself. something that he knows she needs as she's still just a kid #(well teenager but you know what i mean) #sorry if this doesn't make sense i just needed to get this out because i love them both #sanji #one piece #I've seen bits and pieces of WCI but i haven't had time to really commit to watching it #charlotte pudding

[thecowboykatsuki-anon]

Dead of Winter

Word Count: 1,070

Description: a vent piece, simple as that.

TW/CW: *please take the extra second to read this, I never want to trigger anyone* drug use (weed, cocaine); dub-con (it’s mentioned that Dabi and reader sleep together while under the influence, but there’s no details); mentions of physical abuse, emotional abandonment, parental struggles, self hate; mentioned that reader and Dabi have a toxic on/off relationship

A/N: If this helps you, feel free to reblog it. If you hate it, please don’t come at me over it in my ask box. I didn’t write this for entertainment purposes. I wrote it for me. That being said, if you have questions about what I've written, or just need someone to lean on, please reach out. I know the holidays can be rough.

As always, MDNI

“Don’t fucking touch me, I got it.”

Your words are sharp as they fall off your lips, normally so sweet, normally so careful with the way you speak, weighing each word carefully before you release them.

Dabi’s hand falls from the space between you, never quite reaching you but close enough that the air between you grows heavy with tension following your warning.

There’s no sounds in the cold winter air except for the frantic clicking of a lighter and your cursing under your breath as it consistently fails to light the blunt perched between your teeth.

The air is cold, even for him, and he knows you have to be freezing in your tshirt, snow coating the mountain landscape before you.

Any other time, he’d snap back at you over your tone, tell you to watch your fucking mouth and stop being a brat, but not this time.

He knows you’re hurting. He knows you’re not angry with him, but you are angry with the world itself and he knows that rage all too well. Knows how it burns down everything that stands in its path with its intensity.

Winter is always hard for you. It’s gotten harder every year, and he thought for sure that last year he was gonna lose you.

You’d cut him out, which wouldn’t have worried him so much if you hadn’t cut out everyone else too. He was used to the back and forth between you, had faith that you’d come back to him eventually.

But he hadn’t expected you to fade so fast. He hadn’t expected to see you so empty. Spending sleepless nights lost in alcohol, and when that stopped working, trying drugs you swore you’d never touch, never even consider.

He remembers those moments too well, remembers watching you become increasingly wired from across the room, at a party he never thought you’d enjoy. He remembers the way you’d tug frantically at his clothes when you’d notice him, begging sweetly against his mouth for him to lay you down, remembers the way you’d cut him out again the next day.

If he was honest, he’d admit both of you were too far gone to have stayed away from one another in the first place. Swapping bitter kisses in an empty hallway, the taste of white powder from your gums lingering on his tongue long after you were gone.

He knows you hate yourself for that. Knows that because of it, you look in the mirror and see the person you swore you would never become prominent in your features, a genetic curse in more ways than one.

He feels the same way whenever he sees Endeavor’s eyes glaring back at him in the mirror.

He knows you’re haunted by more than just what you see though, he’s watched you flinch when someone has moved a hand too quickly towards you, watched you take in everything in the room like your life depends on it, watched you catalogue every reaction, every tone thrown in your direction, ready to bare your teeth and fight at a moments notice. There are still some things you won’t speak to him about, things that have cut you deeper than he can imagine, things that have steadily hunted and consumed any peace you manage to find.

It had taken everything in you to pick yourself up after last year, and he’d stood by and waited patiently for that fire to spark in you again, there to prop you up when you needed him until you found your footing again.

But winters are hard. They’re filled with familial expectations, traditions you’ve never been allowed to partake in, absences you can ignore until you can’t, and you pretend like it’s fine, laugh it off like you’ve never been hurt. But he knows it weighs heavy on you. He sees it.

It’s why you’re desperately trying to get high in the middle of a December night in a tshirt of all things, hands trembling. You’re not sleeping nowadays, and while he’s not exactly the picture of stability and health himself, he knows its not good for you to spend so many days awake without sleep.

He’s broken out of his thought by your strangled shout, arm flying back to launch your lighter into the darkness, the snow cushioning its fall and maintaining the silence.

Your shoulders rise and fall heavily, fists clenched at your sides and he doesn’t need to see your face to know there’s a desperate look in your eyes as you fight back tears, fight back the urge to go find something stronger than weed to dull everything, the memory of being so numb heavier on your mind the longer that winter drags on.

He doesn’t say anything still. He knows it wouldn’t help. He knows you’d just feel pitied and ashamed, no matter how many times you’ve pulled him out of this same darkness, refusing to let anyone help you despite the fact that all you ever do is help everyone else.

He’d laugh if it wasn't so sad.

All you’ll allow him to do for now is share in the silence, allow him to lend you his company, and he’d like to think it helps. Keeps you from wandering too far from yourself.

This time, when he reaches for you again, you let him. Let him gently take the blunt and use his quirk to light it, inhaling deeply before he passes it back to you. He can’t help but notice the way your hands shake (more than usual) as you hold it, and he makes a mental note to pay attention to if you’re eating enough.

He still says nothing as he shrugs off his jacket, draping it over your shoulders and crowding your back for extra measure, arms warm as they wind tightly around your waist, his cheek resting on your head.

“Thanks.”

He’s never heard anyone sound so tired when you speak, like you’d shatter with just a single touch, but he holds you tight anyways, let’s his warmth seep through the clothing separating the two of you.

He hopes for just a moment, he’ll be able to make you feel his love. Make you feel that you’re not alone, no matter how badly you try to minimize damage by being so.

And silently, while the smoke from your mouth clouds his view of the stars above you both, he prays that winter ends soon.

#i'm not tagging this as a dabi piece because idk if it really counts as that but you're welcome to #i have a lot of resources im all good i promise #i just needed to get some feelings out #and this is my most productive way #even if it is a little cringe #vent piece #t's selfships #self ship #if this helps you #feel free to reblog it #if it doesn't and you hate it im sorry to hear that but please don't come complain in my inbox #this isn't FOR anyone but myself if that makes sense? #sending everyone a lot of love in the upcoming months #i know the holidays are hard #believe me i know #tw: drug use #tw: dubcon #tw: abuse

[nonokoko13]

<<DNI if you shame people for having "cringe" interests>> *proceeds to shame or disrespect someone for having interest in fictional stuff they don't like instead of using the block button even though that person has done anything to anyone*

#vent??? I guess??? idk #some people is mind-blowing to me. not in the good sense #idc much about fandom discourse or whatever but the level of blindness or hypocrisy some reach is?? #like you see them telling everyone they are supportive and reality ≠ fiction but then make gymnastic levels of stretching to explain why-- #--what they like is good 👍 and everything they dislike or they're neutral of shouldn't exist and who enjoy it should kill themselves #and it doesn't even need to be something gross like this time I have seen it is because others like Kuromi more than My Melody dude wtf? 😭 #guys is it homophobic to be cishet? Because apparently according to some who support everyone of the collective being cishet is enough to-- #get blocked. If it was reversed they would get called out for their weird behaviour but ig I'm the weird one #like. One thing is blocking or putting boundaries because that's what social media is for. Curating your space is normal and it should-- #always be #but another thing is opinating [insert sexuality/gender] is 'on thin ice' for just...being on the internet??? #Idk what I was expecting from Twitter tbh. Although I see people like that in every social media #so sad and tiring #just say you don't want others to have different takes in whatever fandom you are and go. You don't need to give explanations or aact- #--like you are always objective and therefore correct #Anyway in this house we stan Kuromi and cishet people as long as they don't discriminate anyone for their gender identity or sexuality 👍 #If you have read this far I'm sorry. Seems long. Have a nice day 🫶 #and if you are wondering no that person didn't do anything to me they were talking about Kuromi/straights in general #but I felt the need to share #tw vent #edit: Seems like they did reach somebody over their interest in fandom stuff. Not surprises there #God forbid people to make their internet experience about their hobbies and interests #instead of curating THEIR OWN BLOG and thinking of what others want them to like instead #just a warning for those who like my shit. Unfortunately for you I like fictional characters being evil or morally grey as much as #fictional characters being good people #sorry guys block me if you want Imma keep using critical thinking 🤷‍♂️ #OH AND WHAT UPSETS ME THE MOST: When somebody breaks their own dni to go to somebody to tell them they suck or whatever #like????? Why would you do that if you despise x trope or thing sm???? So you want everyone to respect your boundaries except yourself???? #you just waste your own time and those you interact with by trying to create a raging conversation for all parts #fandom discourse

[running-in-the-dark]

oh my god I'm so glad we have already found a new apartment

our downstairs neighbour just talked to me! (I'm pretty sure it was on purpose that she did it now, she'd have known my partner is at work...)

she was so fucking angry. because my partner didn't clean the wheelie bin (twice!). and because - according to her - he didn't clean the staircase at all two weeks ago when it was our turn, and instead did it last week. which is just not true at all? he did do it, I saw the used rag and everything. and she yelled at him then too, so he went back and cleaned it again.

and he told me that he asked her what the problem is exactly (so that he can do it the way she wants it) and she said 'there's dirt' and refused to say more. which is completely unhelpful when you don't see the dirt (she showed it to me, I did not see it at all).

but to me, she said 'why doesn't he just ask??' and I was like is that a joke. he literally did that on several occasions and you said you don't want to say, he just needs to do better.

I was so pissed off, I didn't just stand there and take it like my partner does. which tbh just seemed to make her angrier (at first) lol. but I said we're moving out next month, partly because of her constantly yelling at us. 'me? yelling? that's not true' lol yeah you're literally doing it right now. and she said she talked to our landlord - I said yeah, she told us and said she thinks it's super childish of you to complain about that to her (probably shouldn't have said that but whatever, we're almost out of here, I don't give a fuck anymore).

the other neighbour had her door open and was just silently standing there the entire time, it was a bit weird.

she also said she's lived here for 40 years and it's never happened that someone is this bad and doesn't stick to the cleaning schedule. and I'm like... dude is this your only problem? this is the thing that makes us awful neighbours apparently?! not fucking cleaning the wheelie bin every fucking time we put it out (it's October!!! she said something about doing it in summer!! we don't know anyone who does that regularly AT ALL!!), and maybe messing up when cleaning the staircase? there were cobwebs one time and she lost. her. mind.

I cannot comprehend something this small and petty being your biggest problem. we are literally SO quiet. we don't do anything annoying. we don't have parties. we don't have screaming children. we're nice and polite. but no apparently we're awful. she was also really mad that my partner doesn't say much/anything when she yells at him. and I said '... he's scared when people yell at him??' and she just wouldn't accept it (this is literally the biggest problem in our relationship, he shuts down when there's ANY conflict, even when you're completely calm, so yeah bitch you can fucking believe it when I say that!!).

she did eventually stop yelling when I kept telling her it's fucking unnecessary to be so angry about this and that she can say this shit in a friendly way. lol. apparently she's not used to people not being scared of her (I get that, she's terrifying tbh. but I'm fucking done with her bullshit :) )

anyway, it really sucked, and she also woke me up so I was a mess and very confused. but! my anxiety meds are definitely doing something (even though they're not working perfectly anymore) because I'm just angry and annoyed, not scared. no panic attack yet. so that's good.

#dude my partner is so upset about this. I told him what happened and he called me and was close to crying because she's so scared of her #but nooo he's a man and he looks big and intimidating so there's no way he could be scared 🙃 fuck off. #*he's #and also - she said awful things about the previous tenant (a student) #so... we're the worst but he was also bad? but this has never happened before? yeah that totally makes sense #all the complaints she had about him were about him not cleaning enough #sooo yeah maybe it's not everyone else that's the problem and you're just insane 🙃 #who the fuck cares if there's miniscule traces of dust in the fucking stairway??? you don't use that for anything but walking through it?? #I really hate women of that generation and... social class? something like that. I'm sorry you have no control in your life and need to let #it out this way but damn dude leave me the fuck alone #(she also said she gets it if my partner doesn't know how to clean because he's a man.... no he just never had to clean before. it has #nothing at all to do with him being a man) #personal #anxiety meds my beloved

[mechaseraph]

Actually I could’ve had went on rant of my own regarding kodomo animes/hobbyanis, more modern ones specifically, and how they’re perceived by the more general audience, but

You will look at me as the most deranged person in the room then, I feel </3 I have thoughts and opinions for sure

#shut up seraph #listen...not everything made is kino but kids deserve silly funny things #most of resent toward them just comes from bias of older people and their nostalgia goggles while there is a place for fair critique yet it #rarely gets brought up #listen dude the most popular gaming franchises is guy in his mid 20s stoping on living mushrooms and anthro hedgehog that goes ZOOM at mach #this is stupid it makes no sense its absurd and that's why it's great it's the point #and that hedgehog never be that man in his 20s because he doesn't needs to and vice-versa #despite being in same genre #because he doesn't needs to it's the point (again) #idk i'm sorry this is the best comparison i could've come up with </3 #my thoughts make no sense when I try to actually properly express em prob...sorry #if y*o or pok*mon came out now you would be giving same reaction trust me i know how you people are

[surpriserose]

okay heres my hot take

i think i hate the term positive masculinity L O L

like i saw a twitter thread of people listing examples of positive masculinity and like 1.) there was like no one listing people like trans men and butch/masc women (including butch trans women) people who are...you know actively discouraged and punished for their masculinity for genuinely challenging cishet concepts of masculinity and 2.) hey why are we doing this anyways?

Like what is the point of a term like positive masculinity especially when we're just applying it to cishet men like a gold star for reaching the goddamn bare minimum? Obviously its been set up as the opposite of toxic masculinity which is honestly just kind of fucked? Toxic masculinity doesnt need some kind of uwu notallmen counterpart? it was created to name the way men are encouraged by the patriarchy to subjugate women and themselves slash other (usually marginalized) men for not adhering to the same misogynistic patriarchal ideals like? You know the things that result in shit like domestic abuse and a bunch of other nasty shit even though its been kind of defanged into here's why men don't cry uwu like GOD!! like yeah thats part of it but christ!!! can we please focus on how it affects women you know the way feminist terms are supposed to??

and thats honestly why positive masculinity is the same to me as like...people and like...well anti feminists trying to create toxic femininity as a term which like can you just shut up we already have internalized misogyny which is 1000 times more accurate.

And honestly positive masculinity feels kind of anti feminist in the same way

Like the things people list about positive masculinity aren't...connected to masculinity at all? They're connected to the way society views femininity if we're going to work inside this binary for a minute. Like people will praise men crying and being vulnerable which is good i dont disagree...but those are often things society associates with women/femininity and more importantly, punishes women for. For every goddamn person praising men for crying in public we're getting 10 women crying in public called hysterical lying bitches. Which is honestly why I feel if we're gonna use a term like this at all we should focus on how these are perceived as feminine traits and not just slapping positive masculinity around so men are still #manly even when they're crying and never have to examine the way they still have privilege for doing the same goddamn shit women do.

And moreover why are we gendering traits like this anyways? it gets really gross really fast. Like if it wasn't traits we associate as a culture with femininity it was shit like leadership which...why are we leaving that in the domain of masculinity/men? Why by using positive masculinity as a term do people cede ground to misogyny by dressing it up in progressive language? Like when your positive masculinity is listing shit like taking charge and ambition are you not just saying ambition is for men, not women? Not that a term like positive femininity would work either, do you really want to start listing shit like when women are subservient and submissive and niceys to their positively masculine men ^_^ like we're just repackaging the stupid essentialist misogynistic divine feminine and divine masculine shit that keeps popping up like why do we keep doing this. These aren't useful terms for anything they're making gross sweeping statements about things that are...just traits people can have. Women can be ambitious and it doesnt mean they're exhibiting positive femininity and men can cry and it doesn't mean this is some positive masculinity shit it just means thats a woman whos ambitious and a man whos sensitive like its fine!!!! like christ

#does this makes sense sorry idk why i got so heated over this but i needed to get this out like #especially because im so tired of wider feminist discourse ignoring butches like WE EXIST TO GOD please make room for masc women christ #anyways shout outs to the guy who offered captain america as an example like yeah...thats what we should focus on with marvel which is also #overtly misogynistic and more importantly just actual military propaganda??? doesn't seem very positively masculine to contribute to the #military industrial complex but thats just me ^_^

[sewerfight]

when I was around twelve I used to sit at the family computer and send hatemail to a white french dude named Jacques who was a self proclaimed communist on Tumblr. This was back in the day when you didn't need a blog to send anon hate. I had no real beef with him but I just didn't like his tone. used to send him "SHUT UP Jacques" periodically. and he'd answer every single one of my asks like "who is this?? show your face or I'll fucking kill you" and I'd be like "now now, that doesn't make sense, jacques" all haughty and he'd get so fucking mad at me. One time he posted a selfie and I sent him an ask claiming I was a psychologist and that his hair parting suggested that he wasn't a communist at all. and he took it deliriously serious and went off on a 2,000 word rant. I can remember going to stay at my grandparents over that weekend, so I didn't even respond to the rant until I came back. I could've chosen to end it there, but when I returned, I sent him another ask which was like "psychologist here again: if you were a communist your hair parting would be in the middle. evenly distributed. All behavioural signs point to someone who doesn't take their own values seriously." and he went ballistic. really swearing at me. all caps type beat. he never turned the asks off, btw. which always made me wonder if he didn't know how to, or if he didn't want to cause he was convinced he was fighting a war, and this action would ensure he lost it. anyway this went on for weeks until one day I completely forgot about him like he was some kind of childhood imaginary friend I'd conjured up in my loneliness. but yesterday I happened to recall the whole scenario, because my buddy was like "remember when you were twelve and I came over to your house, and you showed me on the computer how you'd been terrorizing this random French guy for days on end. And you were laughing like fucking crazy. and I said it wasn't funny because he probably had problems, and you were like 'oh.' and you looked a bit guilty for a second, but then you went and got a grapefruit from the kitchen and threw it out of the second story window at my kid brother, who was playing in the street, and then you started laughing again?" Well. when she put it like that, needless to say I felt bad. so Jacques if you're out there I'm sorry I was such a little shit. you had totally normal hair, and you only wanted people to share stuff. If it's any consolation I know every day of my life that I'm probably going to hell for the sick things I have done

[hershelwidget]

working on so many projects

tag yourself i'm "swap auuu"

#grim guys night has two scrapped versions already and frankly i'm losong it it's genuinely the hardest to figure out #cause see. the grim GIRLS. they All Get Along (relatively) #dashi lillian and viktor are all Chill with each other. they all chill with lamia (one of them is dating her so like. come on) #they're all Decent with theatre. lillian has a Very Specific connection to him and viktor has something similar but dashi and lamia know #Fuck All about him and his past so they don't ask questions yk #MEANWHILE. lars out here being darwin's MURDERER and natquik being the Weirdest and Most Offputting Old Man to ever Offputting Old Man #natquik is actually chill and a good guy don't get me wrong but it's his vibes. nearly nobody but like. dashi and philliam. actually know i #philliam's like their Boss too and as friendly as he is there's always going to be that Gap in authority that makes it weird at best #not to mention whatever darwin has going on with. everything. none of the grims really respect him like. at all. he's the Outcast #I did at some point put theatre in with them but then I Remembered and he was the ONE PERSON who really made sense other than Dashi #but dashi was obviously occupied with The Girls so here we are. I might head back to Lars. #grim guys night more like grim Holy Shit These Men Are So Uncomfortable With Each Other #my best argument for having lars instead of philliam is that natquik and lars Sort of get along ?? #like they were among the first grims and they were often left alone at the manor and they share common traits and similar linking people #darwin and lars being. victim and murderer is faucijn wild though so i suppose natquik is just. the buffer. the wall. he keeps lars out of #darwin's line of sight or something #this one is the hardest from a logic standpoint ... these three guys would NOT hang out alone but this is the prompt and i can't stray from #it. yeah the art itself is pretty easy !! and fun actually !! but My God. The Canon. #also philliam is kind of out of the question because the whole idea is that everyone is On Break. #being On Break WITH your boss just doesn't. sit right. #yeah in some circumstances it kind of works but in THEIR profession?? they need time AWAY from him i am so sorry

[starry-bi-sky]

I am loudly pushing the batdad agenda i am loudly pushing the— DPxDC Prompt

“Woah. You look like shit."

Granted, that’s probably not the first thing Danny should be saying to the guy that just bit the curb, but in his defense; he’s not running on 100% right now either.

The man -- tall, towering, and broader than Danny is tall -- whips around on his heel, black frayed cape flaring out impressively. Danny would've whistled in appreciation, but he takes the time instead to wipe the back of his hand across his mouth, smearing the blood running from his nose across his cheek.

"Sorry." He blinks widely, not even flinching as the man with the horns zeroes in on him. "That was rude of me. I have a really bad brain-to-mouth filter; Sam says its what always gets me into trouble."

And she's not wrong either, per say. His smart mouth is what landed him in this situation -- with blood blossom extract running through his veins and cannibalizing the ectoplasm in his bloodstream. Thanks Vlad.

The man grunts at him; a short, curt "hm" that shouldn't make Danny smile, but he does because he's somewhat delirious and probably concussed. The man keeps some kind of distance, sinking towards the shadows of Gotham's alleyway like he dares to melt right into it.

If it's supposed to scare Danny, it doesn't work. Danny's never been afraid of the dark; he's always been able to hide himself in it. He blinks slowly at the mass of shadows.

"You look hurt." The shadows says, blurring together around the edges. Danny squints, and licks his lips to get the blood dripping down his chin off. Ugh, he hates the taste of blood.

"I am." He says, "My godfather poisoned me. M'dying." The agony of the blood blossom eating him from the inside out looped back around to numbing a while ago, so all he feels is half-awake and dazed.

"Hey," Danny stumbles forward towards the man, a bloodied hand reaching out to him. "You-- you're a hero, right? You're not attacking me; which is more than I can say for most costumed people I've met." Maybe it's a poor bar to judge someone at, but he's already established that Danny's not in his right mind.

The man makes no change in expression, but Danny realizes blearily that it's hard to tell with the shadows on his face. He stays still long enough for Danny to latch onto the cape -- stretchy, but almost soft under his fingers.

He looks up blearily into the whites of the man's eyes. "Can you help me? I don't-- I don't wanna die." Again. He doesn't wanna die again. He blinks slow and lizard-like. "I mean- I'll probably get to see mom and dad again, but I told them I'd at least try and make it to adulthood."

There's a clatter down the street, and Danny's ghost sense chills up his spine and leaves a bitter, ashy taste in his mouth. He immediately knows who it belongs to even before the deceptively gentle; "Daniel?" echoes down the way.

"Daniel? Quit your games, badger, Gotham is dangerous for children."

Danny's mouth pulls back, and blood spills against his tongue. "Please." He rasps, and grabs onto the shadow's cape with both hands. "Please. He's going to kill me. Please--"

"Daniel? Is that you?"

His lips part, dragging in air to plead with the darkness again. He doesn't need to, the whites of his eyes narrow, and the cape whirls around him before Danny can blink. Soon swaddled in shadows, the Night lifts him up, and steals him away.

#I AM LOUDLY PUSHING THE BATDAD AGENDA #anyways— add ons are encouraged i wanna talk more dpxdc with folks i just cant find any aus i really like enough to engage with #which is nobody's fault and its why im making my own content in order to reach more people #danny fenton is not the ghost king #dpxdc #dp x dc #dpxdc crossover #dp x dc crossover #dpdc #dc x dp #dpxdc prompts #i took a ‘which batfam member are you (except its personal)’ quiz a few days ago #and got bruce wayne. and then was promptly read to filth why im most like him and it rudely but accurately explained why im the most like #him. it also consequently explained to me why i like him so much. whenever i see him in his kindest form i see a mirror looking back #anyways lots of ‘danny rejecting bruce as a parent’ aus. may i present: bruce and danny finding family in each other aus. batdad aus pls. #dpxdc prompt #dcxdp #this prompt can take place at any point of Batkid accumulation but personally i was imagining this as before Bruce has any of his kids yet #eldest brother danny supremacy and also just that one on one bonding #danny being someone who was never afraid of the dark as a kid and even less so as he got older. taking solace in it as a ghost because you #cant hide in the dark when you glow. his enemies can't jump out at him. but he can jump out at them. how can he be afraid of the dark when #the dark is where the stars like to live? there's a comfort in the shadows. there might be something hiding in it. but he's hiding in it to #blood blossoms eat ghosts headcanon #wasn't sure where i was gonna go with this at the beginning and then i caught steam. #batman casually kidnaps an orphan upon kid's request. also the kid was Actively Dying Of Poison. What was he gonna do?? NOT help him? #mister 'keeps candy in his utility belt specifically for scared children'??? no way.