#but it's so funny and i love the characters

[caffeineoverdosed]

i love this there’s so much to unpack

[wtfishisgoingon]

Xie Lian is such a fun character because he is fucking terrifying. Like he can fight normal martial gods with two cursed shackles and deflect an attack from E-Ming. It’s so funny to me that a lot of characters in the story mischaracterise him like - “your highness that’s too powerful you don’t have a spiritual weapon!!” And Xie Lian just goes “no worries” and solos them with Rouye.

The only character who treats Xie Lian like he can take care of himself is Hua Cheng, but he also wants to protect him - not because Xie Lian can’t protect himself, but because Hua Cheng just wants him to take it easy and chill out. Xie Lian lets him fight for him because he knows it makes him feel better (and he looks kinda hot when he fights).

but he’s so scary and everybody just forgets all the time I find it sooo funny

I feel like it’s mostly because of his intense stubbornness and refusal to lose, which means he’s built up a lot of skill over 800 years (especially in using his own body without relying on spiritual power). He also just bounces back and takes injuries like a pro - I feel like u have to tho if you’ve had as many as him.

So essentially, Xie Lian is the scariest but he’s too sweet to just fight with people, meanwhile Hua Cheng would love to protect his Gege because it makes him feel like he has a purpose.

All the fights involving Xie Lian start with “I’m going to obliterate this twink!!” And then the twink obliterates them instead.

[higuysetc]

THE COSTUME DESIGNERS LISTEN TO THEIR FANSSS at least the ones who see the vision…

“Let’s not consult the Reddit” LET’S NOT!!! Because when we don’t, we get

This <3

ik it has already been pointed out but..

it just isn't leaving my head😩

[madscientistshowdown]

PROPAGANDA

Agatha Heterodyne:

The main character mad scientist in a comic full of them

She's the titular Girl Genius, which is a good start. In the comic, mad science is genetic and called the Spark; she's the latest in a long line of of powerful, mostly evil Sparks who terrorized Europa for centuries, until her father and uncle became heroes instead. She's a bit in between the two extremes. Some of her greatest hits include: building a small army of self-replicating robots, briefly killing one of her romantic interests in order to cure him of a terminal illness (he thought it was a brilliant idea), repeating the procedure on herself, nearly blowing up after glimpsing the fabric of the universe, repairing the sentient castle at the heart of her town, frequently having to shuffle around brains that end up in the wrong body (they are usually happier afterwards), building a giant robot in order to ask the Godqueen of England to dance, and making coffee. At this time in the comic, she recently rescued her town from being frozen in time and is working to kill a horror from another dimension.

GLaDOS:

I LOVE GLaDOS. Such a well written and funny and interesting character. And Portal 2 is one of the best games of all time. If you haven't played it, go do that.

Never has a womans consciousness inside a robot had so much beef with a mute test subject before.

[vnachtfalterv]

I finally made my own Ghoul and Ghoulette designs! I hope you enjoy them💜

Aether, Quintessene Ghoul and rhythm guitarist for the band Ghost💀

Hope you like his design! He has a kind of galactic skin and he is a gentle and affectionate giant🫶🏻 Very protective over Copia💜

Sodo, Fire Ghoul and lead guitarist for the band Ghost💀

Hope you like his design! He's supposed to pout and his skin and hair light up when he's angry or excited! He also has freckles that light up too! He is a little shit but we all love him for it❤️

Mountain, Earth Ghoul and the drummer of the band Ghost💀

He is tall and mysterious! His gaze is usually stoic and serious. But his calm demeanour could also be a deception, don‘t you think?

Cirrus, Air Ghoulette and keyboarder of the band Ghost, also occasionally plays the tambourine, the shaker or takes over the background vocals💀

She is playful, energetic and fun! Especially in her keytar solo in Mummy Dust!

I've given her short, spiky hair to reflect her playful character! She is also the tallest Ghoulette! Hope you like her design!

Cumulus, Air Ghoulette and background singer and keyboarder of the band Ghost! occasionally plays percussion instruments such as the tambourine or the shaker💀

Fearless, strong and beautiful !

I've given her her iconic long, curly and soft light-coloured hair to reflect her loving personality! But be careful, she's not called a lioness for nothing👀 Hope you like her design!

Aurora, Multighoulette that does backup vocals and plays the tambourine and shaker💀

She is sweet and elegant at the same time! I wanted to design a kind of aurora phenomenon that glows around her eyes and skin. Her hair should be a kind of holographic white! So she is always glowing in different colours! Hope you like her design!🫶🏻

Haze, Multigoulette and background singer, plays the tambourine, shaker and cowbell in the song Umbra💀

She's mysterious, powerful and a bit cheeky too! Hope you like her design!

I wanted her hair to be kind of misty, so that every time you touch it or when Haze walks by, it evaporates for a moment!🖤

Rain, Water Ghoul and bass guitar player for the band Ghost💀

Known as the shy ghoul, but over time he became more and more confident in himself!

That's why he wears his hair in a plait, otherwise he had it hanging in his eyes so that his face wouldn't be recognised. Because he's a water ghoul, he looks a bit like a fish lol 💙

Hope you like his design!

Phantom, Quintessence Ghoul and plays rhythm guitar for the band Ghost💀

He's funny and energetic! He may look the scariest, but he's a sweetheart🫶🏻 Hope you like his design!

I gave him two-tone skin and hair like other fans. But since I didn't want him to have a lighter coloured eye on the other side (that would be too similar to the papas), I only gave him one eye...and lots of scars…

[sevsevteen]

ᯓ★ˎˊ˗ [loosely inspired by hit the road]

文俊辉 - Crow

The old dorm was almost completely silent, save for the hum of the AC and the gentle flipping of pages in the living room. A warm-toned desk lamp illuminated the table where Jun sat, brow furrowed as he stared at the Korean workbook in front of him. His lips moved silently, forming the syllables, until—

“Yeon...geon...seup...ni...da.”

He paused. Frowned. “I said it wrong again, didn’t I?”

Joshua let out a soft chuckle from across the table. “Closer than last time,” he said, encouraging. “But it’s yeon-geob-seum-ni-da. See? Soft b sound, not n.”

“Yeon-geob...seum...ni-da,” Jun repeated, and this time, looked toward you, who sat beside him, doodling idly on a notepad. “Was that okay?”

You glanced up, nodded with a small smile. “Getting smoother. You’ll get it soon.”

Jun's shoulders relaxed, and he scribbled the corrected pronunciation beside the word in his notebook. Every page of it was filled with tiny annotations, arrows, and phonetic guides, written in both shaky Hangul and Chinese characters.

There was effort in every line. Every syllable.

He wasn't naturally good with language - not the way some others were. And now, in a whole different country, he couldn’t fall back into Mandarin when things got too hard. So he clung to every kind word, every correction, like a handrail on stairs too steep.

.

The camera settled on Jun in a quiet studio. No background music. Just soft lighting, his profile illuminated by the warm hue of a side lamp. He sat still for a few seconds before the staff gently prompted the next question off-camera.

“Do you feel like people understand the real you?”

Jun hesitated. Not dramatically - just enough to show he was thinking carefully.

“…Not always,” he said in Korean, slowly.

His brows furrowed slightly as he searched for the words. His fingers curled into the sleeves of his sweater, thumbs rubbing the edges absentmindedly.

“I feel pressured when the real me is different from what other people think,” he laughed half-heartedly.

“Because…in Korean, I don’t really know how to express my thoughts in a clever way, unlike the other members. So most times, I usually say something short. Simple. Or…I don’t say anything. I just smile. Nod. Laugh.”

He looked down, then up again.

“And then people say, ‘Ah, Jun is so quiet. So mysterious. So 4D.’”

He gave a tiny laugh, then a pause.

“I actually have a lot of thoughts. I feel many things. But when I want to say them…the words don’t come fast enough. Or...I worry it sounds weird. So I hold it in.”

He pressed a hand to his chest lightly. “The real me - he’s not trying to act cool or funny. He just wants to be understood. Even a little.”

The screen lingered on his expression - gentle, raw, sincere.

Then he added in Mandarin, voice steadier:

“Sometimes, I’m afraid the version of Jun they love isn’t really me. It’s the one they imagine because I couldn’t explain myself properly.”

He took a deep breath, the corners of his lips lifting to give a small smile.

“But I hope…even if it takes time…the real me can reach them too.”

.

The scene opened in a small backstage waiting room, slightly cluttered with stylists’ bags and half-empty water bottles. The soft buzz of a hairdryer hummed from a corner, but on the old leather couch, sat you and Jun - shoulders nearly brushing, takeout meals balanced on your knees.

Jun was mid-chew, eyes scanning the small TV mounted on the wall playing a muted re-run of your performance.

“Your part was good today,” he said plainly, glancing at you between bites. “But your mic wasn’t loud. You should tell the staff to fix it. You always stay quiet and just accept it.”

You blinked, caught off guard not by his comment, but by the way he said it - blunt, slightly assertive, almost protective. Jun wasn’t usually this direct with others. Especially not in Korean.

You looked at him, only to find him already looking away. His chewing slowed, and guilt crept into his expression as the tips of his ears coloured.

“…Sorry,” he mumbled. “That sounded too– like I’m scolding. I didn’t mean it badly.”

You didn’t say anything right away. Just smiled. A soft, knowing kind of smile. The one that didn’t need words to be felt.

“It’s okay,” you spoke, nudging his knee with yours gently. “I like when you speak comfortably with me.”

Jun looked back at you, eyes searching yours for sincerity. You gave him a small nod, holding his gaze. Jun didn’t respond right away, but the corners of his lips lifted ever so slightly - not into a smirk, but something softer. Fonder.

“I know you only get like that with people you’re close to.”

A silence passed between them - not awkward, just full. Full of understanding. Shared memories. Late nights in the practice room, silent gestures, Mandarin scribbled on sticky notes, you correcting his Korean pronunciation before evaluations.

“Do you remember?” You continued, grinning, “when Minghao wasn’t around yet…you used to sit with me and Joshua after practice. You kept calling the ‘sofa’ a ‘soju’ for two weeks straight.”

Jun huffed a laugh, cheeks pinking. “Ah, how do you still remember that…”

You looked over at him, eyes warm.

“Because you always tried,” you said, voice soft. “You always try. Step by step. That’s why I’m happy when you talk freely. Even if it’s direct. Even if it’s weird. It means you trust me.”

Jun turned to glance at you, lips parted like he wanted to say something - but the words stayed unspoken. Instead, he just gave you that boyish smile that only came out when he forgot the cameras and the crowd.

He reached for his drink, the corner of his mouth twitching up.

“…Then I’ll keep speaking weird,” he muttered under his breath.

You smiled again. “Please do.”

.

“What would you do if Jun threw a childish tantrum?”

Wonwoo chuckles quietly, fingers lightly tapping the cap of his water bottle, not even needing to think. 

“He wouldn’t. Jun doesn’t throw tantrums.”

He waves a hand in denial, eyes squinting thoughtfully like he’s playing back memories in his head.

“He’s actually...one of the most gentle people I know. Kind. He may look a little eccentric or hard to read sometimes because he’s quiet on camera. But he's really patient with us.”

Wonwoo shifts in his seat, his voice growing a little softer - not out of hesitation, but admiration.

“Something I’ve noticed about him is…he compares himself to others a lot. But not in a way that breaks him. He looks at everyone’s strengths, and he tries to grow from that. It’s like he’s always thinking, ‘Ah, I want to try that too, I want to be better at that too.’ Not because he thinks he’s not good enough, but because he believes he can be.”

He pauses for a moment, then smiles again, deeper this time.

“He improves himself step by step. Without noise. Without needing attention. And that…that’s really admirable. Even beyond how well he sings or dances.”

A thoughtful silence.

“I think…Jun has one of the strongest souls I’ve ever known.”

The camera lingers on him for a few beats more, the sincerity in his expression saying the rest.

.

The team is winding down after a long schedule. The makeup artist clears out her brushes, a few staff are packing up cords. It’s quiet. A lull of tired laughter and half-finished snacks.

You sat beside Jun at the corner of the waiting room couch, but were leaned over towards Minghao, seemingly exchanging whispers and giggles with him. Jun, still in his stage outfit, scrolls through his phone with one hand while chewing on a sweet potato, totally unaware.

You turn to him quietly, your voice soft but clear.

“我觉得你是一个很了不起的人，文俊辉。”

(I think you’re an incredible person, Wen Junhui.)

Jun freezes. His head jerks slightly toward you, eyes wide in disbelief.

“That’s so sudden? Since when could you speak Mandarin?”

You chuckle sheepishly, shrugging a shoulder.

“只会一点儿。我逼了明浩教我一些。”

(Just a little. I forced Minghao to teach me some.)

Jun sets his phone down, completely focused now. He stares at you, a soft stunned smile tugging at his lips. There’s something tender and unspoken in the way he looks at you - like your effort reached a part of him words usually can’t.

“Why would you want to learn Mandarin?”

“Because you try so hard for everyone else to understand you. I wanted to meet you halfway.”

Jun doesn’t respond at first. He just gazes at you, eyes warm and glassy. The kind of look you give someone who unknowingly made you feel seen.

He finally leans forward just slightly, resting his elbow on his knee and lowering his voice so it’s only for you.

 “谢谢你。你是我非常珍惜的一个人。”

(Thank you. You’re someone I treasure very much.)

“...Myungho-ah, what did he say?”

--

Don’t worry, you will be the galaxy that lights up the darkness

hit the road series m.list

[tspodazai]

I know this is haha funny crop post but like genuinely love how much queerness there is in aitsf like and how casual it all is like we've got pewter, renju, date, ryuki, mama, hina and sakura and honestly I probably forgot at least one other person it's just so refreshing to see a game like this just casually have queer character also to add onto that after finishing no sleep for kaname date this one's probably the queerest of them all like damn we got renju and pewter shit and hina Sakura shit both the gays and the lesbians won with this one

[ruusawa]

✶⋆.˚ MDNI, 18+ only

✶⋆.˚ jason todd x fem reader

✶⋆.˚ from behind, on the couch, jay is a little pussy drunk, creampie, mentioned oral fem receiving, not beta read (please let me know if you find any typos or smth)

✶⋆.˚ 512 words

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The universe is mocking Jason. Some cosmic entity is laughing its ass off right now, Jason is sure. The box is empty. Empty.

“Jay?” your voice calls so sweetly from the living room.

“Yeah?” his eyes don’t leave the box in his hand. His feet take him back to where you’re still laid out across the couch, a pretty flush that creeps down your neck. He holds the condom box up dumbly, turning it upside down. Nothing falls out.

“Oh,” you can’t help the laugh that bubbles up from your throat.

Jason’s cheeks flush, a pretty red you love to see on him. “It’s not funny now, we can’t…” he gestures between the two of you.

“Who says we can’t?”

Jason’s heart stutters in his chest, and his stomach does a flip-flop. “You mean…”

You sit up, Jason’s eyes track the movement. “I’m clean,” you say, taking Jason’s hand to guide him to sit with you on the couch. “And you did such a good job with your mouth, you deserve to be paid back.”

Heat coils in Jason’s abdomen. The thought of no barriers between you…

You laugh as Jason hastily presses his lips back against yours, your hand coming to cup his jaw as he pushes you back. Jason’s fingers are already circling your clit, still sticky with his saliva from when his face was buried between your legs moments before. Your legs jerk a little, still sensitive.

“Mm, Jay,” you sigh against his lips, hand tugging at his hair. He pulls away, lips hovering over yours, making your head dizzy, anticipation buzzing through you.

“Hands and knees,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss in the valley of your breasts before pulling his body away entirely.

You settle with your head in your arms, back arched in the way you know Jason loves. He kneels behind you, pressing his hips to your ass. “Feel what you do to me?”

His cock is hot and heavy against you, the tip smearing precum over your skin.

“Are you sure about this?” Jason asks again, because he’s nothing if not thorough.

You look over your shoulder at Jason, “Absolutely sure, Jay.”

Jason drags his cock through your folds, hands bracketing your waist, giving a soft squeeze. His heart is hammering in anticipation as he pushes in, feeling your velvet heat around him. Jason groans, plastering his chest against your back as he bottoms out. “Fuck, baby, you feel…”

It’s electric, the way you squeeze around him, you’re so warm. There’s no finesse to Jason’s movements as he ruts into you, groaning against the back of your shoulder. You’re so warm around him, he feels like he’s melted into you. Jason could stay like this forever. The knot in his stomach is getting tighter, Jason knows it won’t be long until it snaps.

You keen under him, gasping out a desperate “there” as the head of Jason’s cock drags over that sweet spot that makes you feel all hot. Jason grinds into you, your moans have sparks shooting through him.

“Jay, Jay, I’m gonna-”

And then your walls flutter around him, squeezing him with a delicious moan that sends Jason over the edge, painting your walls in milky cum.

“Shit,” it’s like all thoughts have left Jason’s brain as he grinds into you.

He holds your hips as he pulls out, watching as his cum dribbles down your folds. The sight is almost enough to get him going again.

“I’m never buying another condom again.”

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now i know this wasn’t on my list but the idea came to me and now i’m writing loads of characters in this theme sooooo

i hope you all love it

[flayedcrank]

Pt. 6 (Pt. 5) of the Sunshine Court tweets because I am just a messenger posting actual tweets the characters made not me

Taglist wahoo: @anxiouslyandmessily @rederiss @rocklcndswp @catalinaday @organizedchaos03 @luluhtk @kotabear--24

[hellspawnmotel]

how do you feel about the toriel and asgore cutseen in chapter 4? Was it useless? Was it uncomfortable in wrong way? Like somehow toby made it misogynistic """""funny""""" cutseen and acknowledge the horrible trop that is it. At the same time. I have issues with this cutseen but for now I wait

what? that’s kind of a weird way to look at it. I think it’s pretty obvious what the point of that cutscene is? it’s not just like, turning the old “man shows up where woman is going to be with a romantic declaration” thing into something uncomfortable for the fuck of it or just to expose the flaws in that trope. you look at it in the wider context of the story- it’s an escalation. it’s building tension leading to the climax of asgore’s storyline, which WILL most likely be in chapter 5, we already know that. it shows he’s getting desperate, to the point that he’s become oblivious to the emotions of his own family and is willing to go so far as literally stalking his ex. that, paired with the black shard cutscene in the holiday mansion, is (I currently believe) setting asgore up as a potential threat, but leaving enough space to sympathize with him as well. which we probably will once we learn what his involvement with dess’s disappearance/death was, and lots of people already do. is that not what was done with tenna? with spamton? isnt it what’s probably going to be done with carol? showing us a character’s darkest flaws and then asking the audience to not necessarily forgive, but understand and empathize.

I’ve seen a lot of complaints about the “character assassination” of asgore in deltarune, and I get where that’s coming from. we first met him as a noble and kind leader respected by all, forced into a terrible position and stuck between the needs of his people and his own cowardice. and now he’s just this weird loser. but like, personally it’s very easy for me to see this as the same guy in different circumstances. why is a man struggling to survive and mentally deteriorating under the threat of losing everything he loves so much worse than a man who murdered six children? and I’m not by any means defending asgore’s behavior in deltarune, the way he’s acting is awful. but that’s always been the core of utdr’s character development, people who have done or are capable of doing awful things growing and learning ways to treat themselves and others better through communication and connection. it’s just closer to home now that it’s happening in a small modern town rather than a fantasy kingdom.

[themintman]

its been a hell of a month and it's only the 5th so it's nice to finally sit down and do some traditional art :]

bonus cat cause she kept getting in the way of the photos

[ari-ana-bel-la]

Hello my dear readers,

I hope you're all doing well, wherever you are and however you're feeling. I just wanted to take a moment to talk about something that’s been on my heart lately, and I’d like to do it with honesty and vulnerability — the same way many of you have supported me throughout this journey.

As some of you may have already noticed, I’ve made a few changes to this account. The most obvious one is probably the Masterlist, which now looks quite different. You’ll also see that some of my previous stories are no longer available.

Let me reassure you right away: this wasn’t a Tumblr glitch or a technical issue. This was a decision I made. One that wasn’t easy, but one I felt I needed to make.

Over the last few months, this space has become more than just a creative outlet for me — it’s been a little home. A corner of the internet where I got to share my ideas, my characters, my love for storytelling, and most importantly, where I got to connect with all of you. Writing stories, especially the F1 drivers as dads series, brought me genuine joy. Seeing your reactions, reading your kind messages, and receiving your thoughtful requests always meant the world to me.

But lately... something has shifted.

In recent weeks, I’ve noticed that the response to my stories hasn’t been what it used to be. There’s been a gradual — and sometimes disheartening — drop in likes, engagement, and requests. Where there were once 800–900 likes on a piece, it’s now 500 or sometimes even fewer. And while numbers aren’t everything — and trust me, I’ve never written for clout or validation — they do tell a story of their own.

They tell me whether what I’m sharing is still resonating, still exciting, still bringing you comfort or joy.

I tried to tell myself it was just a phase. That maybe everyone was just busy, or that Tumblr's algorithm was playing games again. But after a while, it became harder to ignore the pattern. It wasn’t just one or two stories — it was most of them. And even before I closed anonymous requests, they were already slowing to a trickle.

I’m not angry or upset at anyone. Please don’t think that. I truly, truly am not. This isn’t a blame game.

But I am a person. A writer who pours hours — sometimes days — of heart and thought and energy into every piece. And when that effort starts to feel invisible or no longer meaningful to the audience I love so much, it hurts. Quietly, slowly, in a way you don’t notice at first. But it builds.

I’ve always known that every trend has its moment. That nothing lasts forever, especially not on the internet. The "F1 drivers as fathers" stories had their moment — and it was a beautiful moment. I laughed with you, cried with you, and created entire worlds with you. But it seems that the moment has passed.

So after a lot of thought, I decided to remove some of my stories — not because I’m ashamed of them, but because it was hard to see them sit there, unloved and unappreciated. I didn’t want them to become ghosts in the archive. I wanted to preserve the memory of when this account was full of light, warmth, and excitement.

I’ve kept the stories that were most well-received, the ones that meant something to you all — and to me.

I know some might find this dramatic, or unnecessary. Some might even say I’m being rude or fishing for attention. That’s okay. People will always have opinions. But for those of you who do understand — who do care — I hope you’ll hear me when I say: this was never about likes or popularity. It was about connection. And when that connection started to fade, I knew it was time to let go.

So with a heavy heart, I want to let you all know that I will no longer be writing F1 fathers stories.

This chapter has come to a close.

It has been a wild, wonderful, funny, heartwarming ride. I’ll always be grateful for the joy you gave me, for the love you showed, for the way you embraced my characters as your own.

To those who have supported me through every update, every fic, every quiet moment — thank you. From the bottom of my heart, thank you.

This isn’t the end of my writing. I still love telling stories. I still love creating. But it’s time for something new — whenever inspiration finds me again.

For now, let’s say goodbye to an era that brought so many smiles.

With love and gratitude,

Ariana

[inchidentally]

this was unbearable bc seeing how they each see each other activates cat5 cuteness aggression and it physically caused me pain to gif this and once again landoscar packing more of a punch from just being told to look at each other than scripted content I am spiritually chopped over them

the shift from awkward and tired Oscar listening to the team's instructions to locking into that weird little softly smiling silent communication eye contact with Lando is INSANE like this is exactly the type of media work that gives Oscar smiling fatigue but the second he looks at Lando his mouth is trying so hard to control itself and that tiny secondary dimple pops

AND ALSO Lando's instinct when filming Oscar is always to get SO CLOSE and he clearly loves that he's allowed to pin Oscar down like a bug where most people are kept back by Oscar's boundaries bc they're worried about spooking the quiet kitty - you need to be absolutely sure kitty won't mind your intrusion and Lando definitely is allowed

he even gets kitty to nod up and down by teasing it with the tiny mic

THOSE WIDE TRUSTING EYES AND LANDO CURLING IMMEDIATELY TOWARD OSCAR WTHHHHH

BIG PRETTY EYES AND FLUTTERY EYELASHES

Lando's dynamic with most men is them treating him like a squeaky toy/cheeky small animal and they can't wait to see what he does if they tease him or rough him up a little or make him laugh so hard it gives him a stomach ache - BUT OSCAR has spent literal years watching Lando on stream and watching his media and tbh it's instinct to just sit and look at Lando bc Lando is never doing nothing - he's being pretty and beautiful and FUNNY and cute and right here his expression shifts about 50 times a second based on what Oscar is saying to him and how Oscar is looking at him so closely

and the fact that Lando's smile keeps spreading wider and his eyes sparkle even more is like a mirror for just how much Lando's cuteness and prettiness affects Oscar and yes when they first met Lando was so thrown because men usually show him affection by playfully dominating him and invading his space and he loves it bc there's no doubts about how they feel so !!! what was he supposed to do with a man who quietly watches and waits patiently and steadily for when Lando inevitably needs a little help bc Oscar will open the hard to open stuff and Oscar will always feed Lando first before himself and Oscar will know the word Lando can't think of or can't spell and he'll step up and be the one to talk if Lando isn't feeling like it but he's also happy to stand about three steps away and let Lando shine when Lando likes to AND so Lando ended up learning that he can trust Oscar just as much as the other men he loves in his life even tho Oscar makes him feel safe in a completely unique way and isn't there something about how a main character experiences love based on shared passions and love based on friendship and love based on laughter and after all of that it's love that is gentle and steady and creeps in without them even realizing it when the main character understands what commitment means and god do Lando and Oscar know that there will be times when it will take more than a debrief to come back together after a bad falling out but they are still SO determined to remind everyone that they aren't looking at their partnership in terms of this championship, they want to be trying for championships together for "years and years to come"

(and the absolute worst is when you think about any landoscar fic where their true feelings are betrayed when they're goofing around filming each other but watching it back is difficult bc it doesn't feel like something other people should be allowed to see and they can handle the usual PR videos bc there's a lot to do and the cameras are at a distance but oh no they're aiming the camera at each other and there's nowhere to hide)

no wait the worst is that their twinning/yapping/team-confirmed secret private debriefs that we get glimpses of in parc ferme where they simply have to go over the whole race immediately in detail with hand and body gestures even tho they will be doing the same thing in team debrief in like 45 mins - like, this is what they look like to each other in those moments and we can get a sense of why they've chosen to entrust the rest of their careers to each other and face down a title fight while being almost eerily perfectly matched and the whole of fandom and media begging them to hate each other over all their years together and they resolutely respond that their strength as a pairing is unique and they believe in it and in each other and okay outsiders can know they have little padel tournaments and hang out back in Monaco and share flights a lot but no, outsiders aren't allowed in any farther because as all public relationships know, private but not secret is the best way to keep it out of the maw of public and media who want to pick it to pieces and rewrite the narrative all wrong and no, they're not going to let anyone ruin the way they look at each other and automatically start smiling in that sweet fit to burst sort of way

anyway !!!

[nelliezoi]

I am so in love with this character it’s not funny. The amount of phone calls ive been on with my best friend where he has had to listen to my screaming + inhuman mating calls is unreal. I have so many thoughts.

Sooo I might have started something by accident and got noticed quickly lmao- I'm writing the fic tho sksksk first time I'm gonna write about reader instead of my character :D

[thewayilikemycookie]

would love a fic bout spencer x kinda dumb/ditzy!reader!! like she isn't actually dumb, more like is clueless when it comes to certain topics? and spencer's always rlly patient in explaining things to her. maybe someone makes a comment about it on social media and she gets insecure?

inspired by the reading reddit stories "The Worst of The Worst" and the stupid sister-in-law story.

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Spencer Agnew x f!reader

# Est. Relationship, Hurt/Comfort

Summary: Y/n’s cluelessness is both her biggest character trait and biggest insecurity. But whenever she has a question, her boyfriend, Spencer, is always there to answer it with all the patience in the world.

Word count: 1.2k

A.n: Loved this request!! Also, I’m sorry it took this long lol, hope you like it anon!!

“Hello and welcome to another beopardy, today’s theme: Video games”Shayne announced to the camera

“I don’t know why I’m here” You interrupted the moment, making everyone laugh

“Today our competitors are: Trevor, who has played video games since birth; Spencer, Director of Smosh Games; And y/n, she’s also here… with us… today” Shayne joked and you nodded intensely, staring at the camera

The first question was about an online video game and you watched Trevor guess ‘Fortnite’ and win the 50 points for himself.

“Can I say something vulnerable?” You asked with a smirk

“Sure” Shayne said while discarding the card

“I just learned about Fortnite. Like two weeks ago, Spencer explained it to me” You confessed and the room erupted in ‘what?’s and gasps

In the middle of the chaos, Spencer managed to say “No yeah- My proudest moment was being the one who gets to explain Fortnite to someone” Trevor doubled down laughing

“And that’s the thing about Spencer, he loves mansplaining video games to girls” You giggled “Okay, that’s not true, he was actually very patient. He didn’t even ‘WHAT?’ at me like you all just did” You aggressively pointed at your cast mates while Spencer smiled proudly by your side

You continued with the game, scoring a few points every now and then, but mostly just smiling incredulously at the cast’s knowledge. Every time Spencer would guess a question correctly or geek out about something, he would catch you smiling sweetly at him and you would catch him glancing over at you to see your reaction.

Reaching the final beopardy, Trevor buzzed in for a question

“I played that game, I don’t know his name though” He sat in thought, you caught the moment he ultimately decided he didn’t know the answer “Probably Craig Ligma, Am I right?”

A few crew members laughed from his corny joke, but you were confused, not knowing what the joke even was. You felt a little embarrassed to ask, but did it anyway, already anticipating their reactions.

“Who’s that?” You half whispered

Spencer turned his head in half a second “Who’s what?” He asked sweetly

“Craig Ligma” You felt all the eyes in the room on you

Everyone burst into laughter, leaving you confused once again. But Spencer just giggled and continued to look at you with the same kind eyes. You searched his expression for any type of support and he seemed to notice your internal embarrassment immediately.

He gently placed his hand in your arm “It’s, um… Ligma balls” Spencer explained

You laughed at your own cluelessness “I’m so stupid” You held your head in your hands while still laughing, cheeks feeling hot from embarrassment

“In the year of our lord 2025??” Trevor yelled

In the midst of all the chaos, Spencer leaned in and whispered with a smile “You’re not stupid, c’mon, it’s okay” You raised your head to face him, being met with his sweet and caring gaze

You pouted, making Spencer giggle and Shayne laugh even harder. You decided that the best place to hide was on Spencer’s shoulder. You leaned in and used your hands to hide your flustered cheeks. He used one arm to support your body, that was almost falling out of the chair, and the other one to pat your head, making a funny face to the camera.

To no one’s surprise, you got third place, with Trevor in second and Spencer in first. He celebrated the win with a “biggest nerd” sash and a playful smile.

After the shoot, you went to the games pod and laid down on their couch, opening YouTube. It was almost a tradition between you and Spencer that whenever he would work after hours, you would stay and keep him company. The late nights you spent editing together were what made you two so close, after all.

Now, you waited for him to finish a meeting in the comfort of the pillows and comfortable cushions of the couch. The video that popped up on your for you page was the newest games video, a horror video game where you were casted. You decided, irrationally, to check the comments. You knew you weren’t supposed to, but you remembered leaving that shoot with a smile, so they couldn’t be that bad, right?

Turns out, they could. A lot of them were nice, of course. But a smaller part were comments on your cluelessness, some even calling you ‘dumb’ or ‘ignorant’. This, of course, hurt you. You were obviously aware of the amount of questions you would sometimes ask, and subconsciously, you felt a little bad for wasting people’s time, but overtime realized that it wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. Your curiosity was what made you you. It was simply how your mind worked and after realizing you couldn’t change it, you just accepted it. But nevertheless, words like those made all of your insecurities come back in full speed.

Spencer’s voice interrupted your thoughts “Hey” He entered with a warm smile and two drinks in hand, but after noticing your expression, his face dropped “You okay?”

He placed the drinks on his desk and moved to sit by your side

“Yeah” You answered, but he could see right through you

“What’s wrong?” You felt the tears coming, but didn’t want to sound like a baby, so you tried to regain your composure. It was too late though, Spencer had already peeked at your screen and read the mean comments “Oh, baby”

He hugged you with a tightness you’ve never seen before, like his life depended on it. The warmth coming from his body and his hand caressing your hair was a little too much, making you break out into tears. He pulled away gently, only distancing himself so he could wipe your tears, offering you a caring smile.

“Dammit Spencer, you’re the best” You said, giggling. The negative comments now long forgotten, being easily replaced by your boyfriend’s warmth and care

“I highly doubt that” he huffed out through laughter, the sound muffled from his head buried in your hair

“I don’t” You met his gaze

You leaned in with a growing smile in your face. The kiss was short and sweet at first, until you slowly pulled away and Spencer leaned in again, with a certain intensity this time.

Your hands reached for the back of his neck and his for your waist and shoulders. You were both sinking in between the couch cushions more and more, not caring about the possibility of people passing by, since it was so late. The passion you shared made Spencer furrow his eyebrows and you grip onto the fabric of his shirt. You kissed him like he was your entire world and he kissed you like you were his.

When you managed to pull away from each other, you were both breathless. His hair looked a little messy and you were sure yours did too.

“Those comments don’t matter, they don’t know you. But I do, I know you like I’ve never known anyone and you’re so easy to love. Everything with you is always so new and fresh and exciting, it’s impossible not to love you. I promise”

You simply nodded with a huge smile on your face “Gosh, Spencer, I love you”

He offered you his usual smile, full of care and love, and how could you not lean in once again?

A.n: it’s LATE so if this is bad I’m genuinely so sorry, alright imma go to sleep now, hope you liked it, have a great day/night!!!

[superstarcherrycolagirl]

truly everything

conrad fisher x fem!reader

2.2k words

idea: just some hcs

warnings: swearing, drinking, mentions of weed, a tiny bit of smut, typos for sure, god awful medical terminology, also this obviously is NOT book accurate! susannah beats cancer + belly stays with jere in this one bc i need to feel sane for a bit🤗 but mainly just tooth rotting fluff

notes: okay new season of tsitp has been making me go insane (don’t get me fucking started on this diabolical bs, the books didn’t prepare me enough to actually watch this tom foolery go down) but conrad is one of the only characters (besides laurel my queen) who’s actually standing on business and i’ve been so wanting to write abt him but i’m drowning in my college finals for my summer courses 😵‍💫😵‍💫 so i’m gonna write some headcannons instead yay

i’m writing reader as a california girl— from from LA and met Conrad at Stanford ayye and is in early childhood development bc why not

but yeah i hope you enjoy reading and hope it’s not totally shit!

blah blah backstory stuff

✿ — the two of you met at a party during sophomore year—he got invited by Agnes and you were friends with the host— and you guys ended up being in the same group conversation with your mutual friends! going around and sharing what everybody was studying, which lead to your first conversation when he asked you about something involving your major (stating how they’ve been covering a few sections of children’s health in pre-med)

✿ — you thought he was funny, and he thought you were sweet, and ended up exchanging numbers by the end of the night

✿ — soon enough the two of you would hang out in the library, take coffee trips, lounge under trees or on benches in the quads, and hang out when you’re friends would go out to the bars or pile into somebody’s apartment—becoming good friends

✿ — all this time he’s been struggling with letting go of his feelings for Belly, even though she clearly moved on and is happy with Jeremiah. he felt like he would never be able to love anybody else like that again, someone who truly knows him and understands him. but after meeting you, who truly truly flipped his heart upside down and all around, a void that he though would never feel full of love and admiration again, was overflowing

✿ — and TRUST you felt the same way about him too but didn’t want to make it weird because you guys have grown to be such good friends.. and ofc course didn’t want to loose your relationship entirely

✿ — a few agonizing months later of silently pining, he asked you if you wanted to go out to dinner with him, paid for both of your meals after fighting you and your card off from the check, drove you home, to which you invited him in to have some tea + watch a cheesy 2000s TV show while sitting on the couch together, leading to gentle touches, nervous but patient confessions, and ending the night kissing each other FINALLY, with “we’re idiots” and laughter in between kisses RAHH

—okay now time to lock in—

✿ — fast forward two years later, and you are truly his person

✿ — picture this— the both of you do come home late certain nights. you arrive to your shared apartment first from your internship at a preschool in the very early evening SO BEAT, but he gets home around 9 or 10 PM from his med trainings ..with bouquet of lilies in his hand

✿ — cooking food together > ordering take out guy — he loves to yap or rant about both of your days together as you do test tastes to see if the sauce needs a little more spice, cutting up an array of fruits, if the food needs to cook a little longer, or lethargically baking a boxed brownie mix — with mellow jazz music in the background to dance to

✿ — gentle touches are everything to him! linking arms with him when walking you to class or when you’re strolling downtown —fingers clutching his bicep— holding your hand when making way through a crowded bar, hand resting on your thigh while driving, him sleeping with his arm draped over your waist UGH i could go on

✿ — keeps hair ties on his wrist and one of your claw clips on the strap of his bag for you just in case

✿ — lazy mornings are his favorite! god he could trace your features and listen to your chest rise and fall forever if he could hello?!? and he looooves to wake you up with gentle kisses across your face and skin, muttering sweet sleepy nothings along the way

✿ — omg coffee runs are also his fucking shit!! (like you guys saw him in ep 3 picking up that coffee tray UGH) and he’d know your order like the back of his hand — boy literally don’t play about that shit

✿ — you help quiz him on stuff from his labs to help prepare him for a placement exam or pretend to be different kinds of patients so he can practice diagnosing symptoms :(

✿ — playful banter OH don’t get me started

✿ — he hardly smokes compared to when he did serval years ago, but if you ever get high, he’ll be there to make you laugh, grab snacks for the munchies, and make sure that you’re feeling good — the occasional weed anxieties do sneak up on you, but he’ll there to help you.. always

✿ — alright and besides making his own little nicknames for you, he’s got a list of pet names

✿ — every day/sweet stuff: baby + lovely + honey + sweetness + love + pretty girl + sweetheart

✿ — like when the both of you accidentally sleep through your alarms set for your AM classes

✿ — “baby.. baby we overslept, our classes start in thirty—” “shit”

✿ — when you’re trying hard to not cry when telling him about something (minor or serious) that bothered you today, and he just soothes you

✿ — “s’alright.. shh .. you’re alright honey.. you’re okay.. just tell me what y’need from me.. hm?”

✿ — or if you’re tanning on the beach in cousins, and he’s already rubbing another layer of sunscreen on your back and all the way down your legs

✿ — “babe-” “y’gonna burn, sweetheart.. just let me.. please”

✿ — OR after walking a few minutes back home from a night out with friends at the pub, the two of you are stumbling through the door as he mutters sweet drunken words in between kissing you, as you make your way up to your bedroom

(to sleep ofc …. duh!)

✿ — “..mm my girl.. just look at you.. oh my pretty girl—” “Connie m’gonna fall”

✿ — when he’s feeling corny/goofy: sexy legs + peach + foxy + sweet thing

✿ — a quiet night, you’re reading a book allowed in bed, lying on your stomach, as he’s slightly on top of you, his head resting on your shoulder listening to you, and taking time to places sweet kisses from your neck down to your shoulder

✿ — chatterbox!gf + listener!bf i don’t make the rules he just loves it when his girl yaps about her long ass day

✿ — Conrad is SO incredibly attentive to you. like this man truly knows how to read your body language, or a look on your face, or observes your habits just so he can effortlessly make your life a little easier

✿ — in the car with your to go thermos of coffee

✿ — “fuck i forgot to put—” “there’s some sugar packets in the glove compartment” “huh?”

✿ — in the middle of watching a movie, and he can see your brows are knitting together and your eyes wincing slightly from the glow of the screen, and he just gets up to grab your emergency migraine medicine

✿ — “m’grabbing you one” “honey s’just a headac-” “and it’s gonna turn into a migraine.. i’ll grab you some juice too”

✿ — “can i have—” “pineapple juice.. i know baby” “..mhm”

✿ — or if you guys are at a function with friends and he sees your eyes starting to droop

✿ — “we can head out whenever you’re ready, love, don’t worry”

✿ — he pours your wine, opens your cans/bottles, and will hold your drink when you guys go out

✿ — if he leaves to go to bathroom for a second and god forbid a guy tries to talk sweet on you, and you’re clearly praying he’ll just fuck off, he’ll just calmly make his way back to you, come from behind to place an assuring but firm hand on your hip and go “make a new friend, baby?” not overreacting, overbearing, or possessive — but making sure somebody knows how to take ‘no’ for a fucking answer

✿ — he knows and respects how you can very much hold your own ground, but is subtlety protective when he needs to be to keep you safe

- sidewalk rule

- opening doors/pulling out chairs for you

- insists on taking off your heels/boots

- hand on your lower back

- standing in front of you in an elevator

- making sure you eat something

- carrying your bag or groceries for you

✿ — and if he ever finds out that you’ve been hiding being sick or injured from him.. oh you’re not lifting or doing A THING on his watch

✿ — once, during the few times he was away to go volunteer/shadow at a children’s healthcare center in SF, he was gone for a week.. and he just had a gut feeling that you weren’t well while talking over the phone

✿ — and he was right! because one morning, when one of your friends had called him on one of the last fee days of his trip thinking that he was aware of the 102 fever you got overnight, his heart basically dropped. he politely told the services there that he needed to be excused for an “urgent family matter” and quickly drove home back to the apartment, in which he found you curled up in your shared bed in his sweater and blankets galore. he took care of you for the rest of that weekend

✿ — “mm.. Con—” “shh shh.. s’just me sweet thing.. m’right here”

✿ — yeah.. there is noooo way you can sneak around being sick or injured around Dr. Fisher unfortunately

✿ — he has a picture of you from a photo-booth roll in his wallet

✿ — Conrad’s family didn’t even know that he had even met anyone new, until one day a plain envelope was in the mailbox addressed to his mother, and inside of it was little letter to her.. and a single black and white strip of you and him in a photo-booth, laughing, smiling, and kissing ——— oh and she was practically in tears when she was on the phone with Laurel

✿ — his family, Susannah, Adam, Jere, Laurel, Steven and Belly, all met you when Conrad invited you sweetly to thanksgiving, and they all were just enamored with you — especially his mother

✿ — even Belly — in which long before Conrad had explained his past relationship with her — which obviously didn’t really bother you. she was a little tense at first, but your sweet and friendly demeanor completely began to wash that away, as the two of you were laughing together by the end of the night

✿ — for the first time in a very long time, his family could see that his rosy cheeks were hurting from how much he was smiling

✿ — but before that, a summer before that really, he was practically trying not to throw up from nerves when meeting your parents. his face was flushed, hands trembling, and voice shaky

✿ — but like you told him, it all went well! your parents found him very sweet, as they were both so curious to hear about his pre-med experiences so far. meeting your parents, being in your childhood bedroom, seeing all the photos of you when you were little around the house, he couldn’t help but feel butterflies fluttering around in his stomach

alright.. here’s some nsfw shit.. sorry in advance if it’s total butt 😵‍💫😵‍💫

✿ — Conrad’s a munch let’s be so for real

✿ — the first time he went down on you was heaven, he would spend HOURS between your thighs if he could, slowly licking and sucking every part of you, your hand and fingers tangled in his hair, his humming and faint whining into you making your head fall back against the pillow

✿ — mumbling a “like—fuckin’ heaven.. hmm—shit” into you, his muffled praises sending a shiver up your spine or an incoherent-voice cracking “s’so good.. taste s’good”

✿ — and yes, the first time you finish in his mouth, he already came in his pants

✿ — he’s a giver, and will constantly tell you that you don’t need to give him head (that getting you off would be more than enough for him in a perfect world) but you insist, and soon enough he’s in the edge of the the bed, fisting the sheets with one hand and the other holding your face, either softly thumbing over your cheek, brushing hair out of your face, or forming a makeshift ponytail as you had managed all of him in your mouth, him panting and breathless moaning out your name

✿ — grunt out a breathy “b-baby go slow.. please—ah— not yet i.. don’t want t’cum yet!” or a “yeah..yeah— oh honey jus’ like that”

✿ — he does love missionary — being able to see your face and kiss down your body, as he whispers into your ear

✿ — “so—fuck— y’so beautiful.. y’know that? all of you.. nd’ all for m-e” he pants outs as he’s fucking into you slowly, one of your legs hooking onto his hip, your arms around his neck and nails digging into the his back muscles

a/n: yall know that one shot from s2 ep 2 don’t play😵‍💫

✿ — OR a mumbled moan “y’like that pretty? hm? like it a little ha-arder? yeah? so pretty like this” when he starts moving a bit faster and thrusting harder, making the bed frame begin to squeak

✿ — but .. he also doesn’t mind when you’re on top, strandling his hips after a long day, and just letting you lead the way

✿ — he’d look up at you softly, eyes almost doe like, his hips bucking up into you, legs bent and slightly trembling while supporting you up, and still a total mess

✿ — moan out a “there you go.. yeah, yeah—mm— keep rollin’ your hips like that..yea-oh!” or a little choked moan “m’gonna cum! oh fuck—please cum f’me..please.. baby please!”

✿ — soon, after calming down from both of your highs and him gently cleaning you up, the two of are lying on your sides facing each other, chests pressed together, tangled legs, gentle touches, and flushed cheeks, he once again mutters soft sweet nothings in between loving kisses, and “i love you”s to top it off

✿ — because you were his person. you were everything to him. his everything.

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