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[sorrowfulsidekick]

[ surge ] DRIPPY!! don't forget my fries this time!!! and don't get lost, i don't got the time to track your tiny butt down!!!

“Eek!” The poor thing was barely out the door, the barked order nearly scaring him out of his boots.

It was one time, he could retort, I was hungry and tired too! He doesn’t of course, the urge doesn’t even occur. The need to not disappoint his charge took precedent above everything and everyone, including himself.

“ Y-yes ma’am! ” he shuts the door of their cheap motel room, scurrying off. The thought of fries haunts him as he makes his way into town.

[mur-art]

My entry for @wttt-week day 1: Table News. “5 Points.”

Inspired by the lovely emails I get from DOGE at work. 🙃 I wondered how each of the States would react to being asked by a sketchy quasi-government agency what they did last week, and this is the result!

Contains a random assortment of news stories from the past couple months (I started working on it in early Feb and THINGS KEPT HAPPENING 😂)

A HUGE thank you to @freshwolfhell for putting all this together as a TikTok (bc I DO NOT understand TikTok at all lmao)!

Details and links to various news articles that inspired this video under the cut:

-“5 Points”: inspired by my own experience in recent weeks. In case you are unaware, at the beginning of the T**** administration, when Elon Musk first took over DOGE a.k.a. The “Department of Government Efficiency,” he immediately set out to target Federal Employees as useless and lazy. He spread rumors that Feds do nothing all day and began sending out super patronizing emails making us list “5 points” we do every week. As if we aren’t already held accountable at multiple levels already 🙄)

-Musk’s “5 Points” email demand plagued by bounce-backs, clogged inbox

-Yosemite park rangers protest DOGE cuts by hanging upside-down flag from waterfall at park

-Legislation proposing to designate the Texas Almanac as the official Texas State Book

-Texas lawmaker pushes to recognize cannon as official state gun

-Texas bill targets “furries”

-Danish petition to buy California attracts hundreds of thousands of signatures

-Measles outbreak in Texas

-CDC, NIH and more health agencies brace for layoffs with DOGE

-Dysentery outbreak hits Oregon

-Train robbery in northern Arizona targeting Nike shoes leads to 80-mile police chase

-Canada PM Mark Carney says old relationship with US 'is over'

-Trump officials texted attack plans to a group chat in a secure app that included a journalist

Florida’s comment is in reference to the fact that people playing War Thunder occasionally end up sharing classified government secrets in game group chats 😅

The rest is just what I think would be in character for them.

[undeadcannibal]

Gangbang with phillip and the shadows (x Reader obv) THANK U

Summary: Graves & his Shadows gangbang their favorite obedient soldier.

Genre: drabble, PWP, request(s) Characters featured: Phillip Graves, The Shadows, Reader

Warnings: smut

Word count: 633

A/N: I've had this in my inbox for so long... I decided to leave it at this for now just so I can get back into writing and have something posted T-T Hopefully you enjoy, Anon, and thank you for the req! ( Gif credit: xxx )

"Aw, what's the matter?" Graves questioned, his tone light and mocking. "I thought you said you could roll with the big boys? Don't tell me you're tapping out so soon…"

Phillip was currently kneeling in front of you as he watched one of his Shadows use your mouth like a sex toy. Fucking it with little regard to your gagging or the tears sliding down your cheeks. Doing exactly as he was ordered to and fucking you for all you were worth.

Glancing up at the Shadow member using your mouth - whose call sign you'd yet to learn - you realized that you didn't even know what they looked like beneath their gear. Well, aside from their skin color anyway. His pale and flushed member continuously slipping in and out of your mouth. Threatening to slip the tip past the opening of your throat with every deep, forward thrust of his hips. The rest of him was covered from head to toe in black tactical gear. After Graves had ordered him to use you, he'd simply slipped himself out past the opened zipper of his pants before getting to work.

It seemed like the group of Shadows was like Graves' personal pack of trained attack dogs, always at the ready to do whatever they were commanded to. Whatever he barked at them, they did without question. You could imagine that if he'd asked them all to jump for him they would have done so without any question as to how high before going to it.

Just as you nearly became lost in your own thoughts, the soldier using your mouth could be heard grunting. You could feel his member twitching within your mouth as his pace began to falter. Another series of twitches - and a low curse from above - were the only warnings you received before you felt him cumming into your mouth. Causing you to sputter and gag as you found yourself suddenly forced to swallow down his load as he rode out his orgasm. Shallowly thrusting inside the hot, wet confines of it to ensure you took every drop. Finally sighing and pulling out abruptly once he was finished, a thick string of combined fluids connecting your lips to the tip of his softening cock was left behind before your tongue greedily swiped it away.

"Good, good…" Graves praised.

"Yeah," The masked soldier added in. "Can't tell you how much I needed that. Here--" Rummaging around for something hidden inside one of his many pockets, he pulls out a clean rag before crouching down in front of you. Offering the cloth to you with a nod of his head. "Allow me."

Far gentler than how he'd fucked your mouth, the helmeted soldier gently cleaned up your face. Making sure to be careful as he went about clearing your smeared makeup and bits of dribble leftover. Once he was done, he stood up and tucked the cloth back into a pocket. Turning towards his Commander, nodding his head in his direction.

Phillip wanted to roll his eyes at the sight of his Shadow cleaning you up, but didn't voice any complaints. Instead, after he was done and nodding for him to carry on, Phillip glanced over at the rest of the Shadows surrounding you. Each of them had watched the scene with hungry gazes and swelling hard ons but also knew better than to try and take charge. Their Commander had mentioned this was a special occasion - "a gift for good behavior" if you will - and as such, they weren't to do anything he didn't allow for them to. And, should you not want to do anything further, everything was to stop immediately. Still, neither of you had mentioned any of your safe words for the time being, so the show must go on. . .

[sugrhigh]

FIRST OF MANY - ( m.s )

REQUESTED**

summary- you and matt have been dating for over a month now, and you’ve never had sex. his curiosity gets the best of him while you’re watching a romcom, and you find out he’s actually a virgin.

warnings- swearing, virgin!matt, technically unprotected sex, smut at the end (lmk if i missed shit)

virgin!matt x fem!reader

a/n: this is my first req that i’ve ever done, so THANK U TO THE ANON WHO LEFT IT i hope it lives up to your expectations ❤️ if u have ideas drop them in my inbox ! all da love

there is literally nothing matt likes more than spending the night in with his girlfriend, as corny as it might sound. it’s been well over a month of dating now, and he still can’t get enough of you.

the warmth of your body is comforting as you lay beside him on the sofa, dressed down in sweatpants and an oversized t-shirt. he has one steady arm wrapped around your shoulder so he can hold you against his chest.

he breathes you in as his fingers skim absentmindedly up and down your exposed bicep, a familiar mixture of laundry detergent and citrus shampoo.

“that feels nice.” you mumble into his shirt, eyes still glued to the tv.

you’re forcing him to watch friends with benefits, since he picked the last movie and you were in dire need of a romcom fix. it’s one of your favorites, mainly because you loved mila kunis so much in that 70s show.

it’s only been on for roughly thirty minutes, but matt’s been enjoying it way more than he expected considering this genre is not his norm. he’s even let out a couple laughs at the scripted jokes.

the main characters are in bed together again, rolling around as they banter back and forth about sleeping with each other. it sparks a fire of curiosity inside of him as he continues to stare at the screen.

“is this really what it’s like?” he asks without thinking, and he immediately regrets his words as you tilt your head to look up at him curiously.

“what, the sex? don’t act like you don’t know.” you say, playfully smacking him with the back of your hand.

matt isn't sure why he brought it up, but he figures now is as good a time as any to have this dreadful conversation.

“how could i know if i’ve never done it?”

he feels you tense up slightly under his arm, which scares him. the last thing he wants you to think is that he’s some sort of loser. he just hadn’t found anyone that he really wanted to be intimate with before he met you.

it’s not like you guys don’t fool around sometimes. he’s perfectly capable of using both his hands and his mouth; this is a fact you’ve been made well aware of.

you two just haven’t gone all the way yet, especially considering you hardly ever get real alone time together.

“you don’t have to lie about the girls you’ve been with just because we’re dating now.” you finally respond, quieter than before.

“oh my god, i’m telling the truth, so please don’t make me say it again.” he can’t look at you anymore, because he’s too embarrassed.

this makes you fully sit up in shock, no longer focused on the premise of the film. he can feel you staring at the side of his beet red face, clearly confused by this revelation.

“wait, are you seriously telling me that you’re a virgin?” you question.

matt glances back at you and crosses his arms defensively, because it suddenly feels like he’s under attack. “you’re making me seem like a freak or something.”

he watches your eyes soften as you put a tentative hand on his shoulder, trying to let him know that you weren’t making fun of him.

“shit, i’m sorry, i swear i didn’t mean it like that. it’s just…really surprising, that’s all.”

“surprising how?”

you pull your lips between your teeth, exhaling through your nose as you try and find the right words.

“well we’ve done stuff before, and you were just naturally good at it, so i assumed you’d learned from hooking up with other people. and i know girls must have liked you with a face like that.”

this boosts his ego, and he’s already in a much better mood knowing he’s at least made you feel good in the past. that doesn’t mean he’s not still terrified, but he’s a little more confident than he was before.

“nope, not really. you’re the only one i’ve ever done that kind of thing with, aside from a little making out.” matt admits with a shrug.

your lips part, and it’s making you feel all fluttery.

“wow.”

he smiles a little bit. “i don’t know what that means.”

“it doesn’t mean anything really. i’ve only had sex a few times, and it doesn’t change anything either way.” you move your hand up and down his arm a little bit.

the tv plays in the background, and your mind flits to his original question.

“are you curious? is that why you asked?” you tilt you head toward the screen, though you keep your focus on him.

his eyes go a little wide, and the feeling of your hand on his arm suddenly becomes overwhelming.

“yeah, i—uh, i guess i am.” matt stumbles over his words, and your fingers travel higher to run through his hair slowly.

“you don’t have to be nervous. you can ask me anything you want, i’m not gonna judge.” you say softly.

your fingernails raking along his scalp makes him shudder slightly, a response that you both enjoy.

“i’m…more of a hands-on learner.” he rasps.

you let your fingers travel to rest on the back of his neck, drawing him in for a soft kiss. it’s short and sweet, and his eyelids flutter a bit as you pull away.

“what do you want to do?”

he pauses for a moment before deciding to give in and say what’s on his mind. “nick and chris aren’t home. maybe we should go to my room?”

you grin, nodding your head like you’re in a trance. you’re both trying to hide your giddiness as you scramble off of the couch, carelessly tossing the blankets aside.

you can feel him staring at your ass as you lead him through the hall, and he gives it a little smack of appreciation.

“matthew sturniolo!” you laugh, turning the doorknob to his bedroom.

it greets you warmly, and you always love it because the whole place smells like him. the overhead light is off; it’s just the singular lamp casting warm rays across the mattress.

“couldn’t help it.” he says, smile prominent in his tone as he locks the door behind you.

you slow to a stop at the foot of his bed, and he stands at your side, hand intertwined in yours. it makes your heart swell as he admires you with those charming eyes.

“are you sure? we really don’t have to, there’s no rush.” you squeeze his palm reassuringly.

matt lets go just so he can hold your head, kissing you hard as an answer. you literally can’t help but beam into his lips, and you put one hand on his chest to push him against his silk sheets.

he falls onto his back, propping himself up on his elbows so he can keep looking at you. you crawl on top of him, slowly settling on his hips.

he sucks in a shaky breath as you shift against him to get comfortable. you can feel matt growing harder beneath you as you lean down to give him another swift kiss, letting his mouth melt against yours.

then you move to his earlobe, pressing your lips to the hollow part of his neck. you swipe your tongue against his skin, biting down just a bit so you can suck on the area slightly.

he groans, laying down now so he can move his hands to grip your ass, pushing you against him harder to feel a little more friction. the thin material of your sweatpants doesn’t hide a whole lot, and he’s straining against you now.

“you’re so cute, baby.” you say against his skin, and his hands go to the bottom of your shirt, pulling it up over your hips.

you lift your hands from his chest so he can fully remove it, leaving you in your stretchy black bralette.

“god, you’re unreal.” he breathes, and you guide his palms to cup each of your breasts, still rocking against him slightly as you straddle him.

you can feel him squeeze your nipples between his middle and pointer fingers, whimpering below you as he starts to get worked up. you’re growing wet by the second, the delicious feeling of his clothed dick rubbing against you sending shocks of satisfaction right to your core.

“do you wanna keep going?” you ask, just to make sure he’s still on board.

“please.” he begs.

you move his shirt up his chest, and matt sits just high enough to rip it over his head. you trace the tattoos on his arm faintly, trailing a finger down the center of his stomach till you hit the waistline of his sweats.

“you’re terrifying.” he smiles as you slip your hand under the band of his boxers, slowly scratching the area gently.

“why?” you ask.

he grabs your waist and flips you so you’re the one on your back, feet hanging over the edge of the bed as he stands.

“because everything you do is perfect.” he says, and this time he’s the one that goes to your pants, grabbing the soft material and looking at you for permission.

“that is so not true.” you grin as you lift yourself up to help him.

he strips them off your legs and tosses them away blindly, so you’re left in your matching thong. the spandex-like material hugs your sides, the last layer standing between what you both truly want.

“i mean look at you.” he sounds dumbfounded as he gazes at your body, and you feel your face flush from the attention.

“trust me, i’m the one who’s punching.” you reply as he strips down to his boxers, dick clearly pressing against the plaid cloth. you’ve seen it before, on two occasions to be exact.

both of those experiences were great, and you didn’t know that was the first time a girl had ever given him head. now you know this is the first time he’s having sex, and even though it’s not the same for you, you’re still a bit nervous.

matt’s a little above average, and the last and only person you’ve ever done it with is your ex, so it’s been a minute. even so, you’re so enthralled with your boyfriend that you can’t help but pulse in excitement.

he pushes your legs apart with his palms, and air rushes across the wet spot that’s already formed over your panties. two fingers press against the fabric covering your heat, which shocks a gasp out of you. he moves them in a little circular pattern, applying more pressure so he can really feel you.

“love your fingers,” you rock with his pace, speaking through a moan, “but i wanna make you feel good too.”

“oh, okay. so i should…” he stops his motions to go for his own underwear, finally sliding them down so his hard length springs free.

you’re already working your own bottoms down your thighs, and he finishes the job for you once his hands are free.

“do you have a condom?”

“uh, shit…” you can tell by the solemn look that crosses his face that he doesn’t, and you let out a short laugh.

“it’s okay, it’s alright, i’m on birth control. we’ll be more prepared next time.”

his eyebrows shoot up before he can help it. next time. just the confirmation that this will happen again makes him disgustingly happy.

you wiggle up on the bed a little bit, so he has enough room to hover on top of you. he leans down a few more inches to give you a kiss, and you can tell he’s unsure what to do next, so you take control.

“don’t put it inside yet, just slide it against me a few times.” you try and instruct, and he follows well, dragging the base of his shaft up and down your wet cunt.

you let out a little noise of pleasure, and he wants to save it as a sound bite in his memory.

“okay, slowly, go ahead.” you say after a few more seconds spent enjoying the feeling, and both of you make sure he’s lined up properly.

matt looks you in the eye as he pushes inside, taking his time as you adjust bit by bit. he lets out a moan when he’s fully filling you up, shocked by how fucking amazing you feel.

you know he’s stretching you out, but the small pinpricks of pain subside as you get situated.

“you can start moving now, just keep it gentle at first.” you guide him, voice all choked up.

he nods, his long hair almost tickling your forehead as he starts to pump in and out at a leisurely pace. you’re both groaning messes, and your hands go to claw at his back as he keeps pace.

“fuck, you’re doing so well matt.” you mutter against his chest, pressing open-mouth kisses to his collarbone.

he’s getting into it now, finding a good rhythm and relaxing his hips slightly so he’s not as stiff. your bodies are molded together as you move back and forth, and matt can feel you clutching against his cock with each stroke.

“m’not gonna last much longer, angel.” he confesses, clumsily stumbling over his words as he tries to calm himself down, to keep it in just a bit longer.

“that’s okay, babe. tonight is all about you.”

he’s growing sloppier, and matt leans in to kiss you passionately as he gets closer and closer. surprisingly enough, you can feel the pressure building in your own stomach, and you’re both whining into each others mouths as your tongues mesh together.

“right there baby, i’m close too.” you breathe, and you can feel his body trembling against yours, one hand slipping underneath your bra so he can run his thumb over your nipple.

matt holds it all back, drilling into you as hard as he possibly can with the energy he has left. he loves the way you’re scratching at his back, pulling him as close as possible as you both reach your peak.

“i’m—fuck, oh my god.” he tenses up, and you feel him twitch inside of you as he comes undone.

his own reaction is what sends you over the edge, and you ease into the high, letting yourself finish all over him as he slows to a stop.

“yes, matt, holy shit.” you sigh, and he pulls out carefully moments later.

matt flops down beside you, rolling to press his lips to your cheek. you turn your head slightly to look at him, capturing his mouth with yours for another real kiss.

“i think i could get used to that.” he says with a small grin as he pulls away, and your ruffle his hair lightheartedly.

“lucky for you that was just the first time of many. so how was it?” you ask him.

he’s just opening his mouth when a loud pounding erupts on the door, and you both nearly jump out of your skin at the disturbance.

“hey! open the fucking door, we brought you guys mcdonald’s!” chris screams through the barrier.

you both look at each other, still grinning, and matt can’t help but roll his eyes.

“well, being alone was nice while it lasted.”

[f1crecs]

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Carlos/Charles

nsfw: In for a penny, in for a pound by @f1-stuff | E | 49.4k Summary: Charles needs a date for his brothers wedding and instead of finding someone to ask he decides to use an escort agency, as you do. Why I liked it: Listen, I am just a woman and not immune to the hairy charms of Carlos Sainz as a professional gigolo, okay? This fic is amazingly hot and the way the awkwardness transforms to flirty tension and back is impeccable.

"He doesn’t think about it much when he kisses him, their sweat turning it salty, skin flushed and warm from the exercise and the sun. He sucks at Carlos’ bottom lip, and all he feels is satisfaction and relief. And also, maybe, a little arousal. Not because of, like... Carlos. But just because of the high of victory, the exhilaration of beating his ex. Obviously. Not at all because Charles' eyes have been catching all day on the flex of Carlos’ bare thighs, legs lean and muscular and covered in dark hair. Or the tight cupping of his shorts over his ass. Or the movement of his shoulders beneath his shirt, clinging more and more to his skin as sweat dampens the fabric and outlines the shape of his pecs. Or the swell of his arm muscles as he clutches his racquet, flexing with every hit of the ball. Or even the messy sweep of thick, wavy hair at his neck, contained beneath a backwards cap until the end of the game, when he sweeps off the hat to dump his remaining water all over his head, like some sort of soft-core porn shoot. Charles realizes that he’s standing amongst a group of the bridesmaids, all of them staring at Carlos as he smooths the water through his hair and over his face, dripping idly while he zips up his racquet and grabs the rest of his things. Charles shuts his mouth and swallows, wandering away from the group of women before anyone sees him, shame reddening his cheeks."

Daniel/Max

Green Card by @mysticalbreadcollective | M | 10.7k Max is rich and needs a Green Card, Daniel needs some cash and a place to stay. The answer to both problems is for them to get married! I just loved how in sync they are with each other

"Yeah. He’s in the doghouse at the minute, mate. Keeps working late, and doesn’t tell me, do you, honey? And last week I cooked him his favourite meal and he didn’t even bother telling me he wasn’t coming home. Rude or what?” “Well, I of course am sorry, Daniel, already I said this. So many times. I brought you flowers to apologise but you just threw them out. And also, I have to work late. How else am I to fund your shopping habits?”

Lewis/Sebastian

nsfw: Let's try something else by @12romy | E | 20.3k Seb and Lewis come up with a plan to combat homophobia in F1.

“So, uh… I’m in a relationship…” “I mean, you know him pretty well, it's Lewis,” “Lewis. As in… Hamilton?” someone said, stunned. Sebastian nodded then almost died of a heart attack when a voice exclaimed “Yes, I knew it! Pay up losers!!!” He knew the man who screamed that, he was the one in charge of the social media account. “Alright, we'll talk with the Mercedes PR team to see what we can do. The good news is, you won’t need to create an Instagram just for that, Lewis has one already.”

Carlos/Lando

Somethin' Stupid by @ehcahache | T | 6.3k Carlos and Lando have been pining for each other, until Carlos does something unexpected.

"He's either stupid and bored and a masochist, or he's very in love with you, stupid and a masochist." "Max, I'm talking about my outfit, not my hideous life decisions."

like real people do | M | 10.6k Lando panics and tells his family that he's bringing his boyfriend Carlos to the family event, Carlos who's not at all his boyfriend. He turns to Carlos who plays his role a bit too well (with a side of George, Alex and Max teasing him about it). I just love how nonchalant Carlos is about pretending to be Lando's boyfriend, especially in front of his family.

"In that moment, Lando realises that he can never bring another man home to his parents again, because no one is going to compare to Carlos and now he’s going to have to die alone rather than try and find someone better because they definitely don’t exist."

Lando/Oscar

anything you ask i do (for you) by @fear8not1 | M | 22.4k Lando makes a bet. “I bet $100 I can make Oscar the happiest fake boyfriend for a month,” he repeats, holding George’s gaze proudly. “What… ?” Oscar asks again, his eyebrows raised in what must be his most expressive face. “Wait, what ?” George snickers, completely gone and spilling some of his drink in the grass, before answering with a shaky, “$200 you can’t.” I love George just being George. 😁

"Right. The bet. Right. He may have forgotten about that."

you love me (but you don't know it yet) by @nyoomfruits | T | 34.5k After being dumped by a trashy boyfriend Lando panics when questions about the said ex are asked and makes up a lie on the spot. He has a wonderful new boyfriend and he's standing on the 1st row of the fan stage! True is that Lando just panicked and chose the first cute looking guy not wearing Mclaren merch

“How the fuck did you meet Lando, then?” “I was working on this project, the deadline was the next day and it was really kicking my ass. Anyway at around one in the morning I figured I needed a break, so I went to the nearest Tesco to pick up a can of Monster.” “We both reached for the last can of Monster-“ “Ultra Sunrise, baby,” "He started swearing at me.” “Yeah, so he offered it to me, and then I felt bad because you know. I had just yelled at this guy. Over a can of Monster. So I told him he could have it,” “Then that went back and forth for a while,” “Until eventually Lando said to me. ‘You know what? You can have it, as long as I can have your phone number’.”

Charles/Max

nsfw: there you'll stand (next to me) by @minieggs11 | E | 97.1k Max reputation is in need of repair and what better way than to be seen making friends with the grid sweetheart Charles? Surely nothing can go wrong, its not like anyone is going to catch feelings. Why I liked it: The setup of this fic is brilliant and so belivable that Im sure there are many a twitter account dedicated to the conspiracy of Max using Charles for PR. The author has a great voice for both Max and Charles and the evolution of their friendship is so natural that I almost thought the author would let Max's deception pass unnoticed but fear not the emotional devastation will hit and hearts will be broken (and repaired) on both sides.

Pink dusts Charles’ cheeks at the second nickname Max has bestowed on him in as many minutes. Max feels quite warm under his race suit now. Is it getting more humid somehow? Max runs a hand through his damp hair in an attempt to get the few strands hanging over his forehead out of his face. Charles laughs again, a bit higher pitched than before. He smiles and blinks exaggeratedly at Max, before sighing dramatically, “I guess everyone just wants me for my pretty face and my good PR, and you’re no exception, mate.” And– huh. Max knows Charles was joking, but now that Max is looking, he supposes that Charles is well, objectively, quite handsome. In a very classical way. The kind of beauty that’s talked about not as opinion, but as fact. Yes, Charles Leclerc is very pretty, Max would say. But so would anyone. It’s just the truth.

George/Lewis

Mission Couple Goals by @redvh205 | G | 12.7k

“Georgie?” Huh. Well, that was certainly not somebody he’d have expected. In the past him and Lewis had comforted each other after bad races, but they’d never actively sought each other out if one of them was in their driver’s room. Being in the driver's room was the unofficial sign for wanting to be alone, and usually they respected that. If Lewis was here now, that probably meant he’d somehow found a way to turn this into a couple goal mission video. Which George absolutely was not in the mood for. “Go away. I don’t have the patience for cameras right now.” Lewis’s confusion could be heard through the door. “Cameras? What are you talking about?” George sighed. Apparently, his teammate wouldn’t let this go. He stumbled to the door and pulled it open, ready to tell whatever editor or admin to bug off – -only to find himself just ten centimeters away from Lewis’s face. Well, not his face, because he was twelve centimeters taller than Lewis, so there was only air on his eye level, but Lewis was still very close. And there were no cameras in sight. George cautiously peeked around the corners, but none were hiding there either. That was unexpected. Lewis looked rather confused and took a slow step back. “Are you okay?” George sighed and shook his head to himself. “Yes, I just … never mind. What are you doing here?” “I heard about what happened and wanted to check on you.” “Why?” Lewis tilted his head. “Because that’s what people do when they care about someone?” Another sigh escaped George. “You don’t have to do this, you know? There’s no one there. You don’t have to pretend as if you actually like doing all this stuff that we do in order to win this award.

Charles/Pierre

we should just kiss (like real people do) by @chaesonghwas | G | 4.9k Office worker!Charles brings Pierre his childhood bestie as his fake boyfriend to the corporate Christmas party who ends up following him to his family's Christmas party and acts a little bit too much like a real boyfriend, totally shameless about loving him. I loved this!

"YOU'VE BETRAYED ME!" Lorenzo continues, not fully out of his shocked state, "You're making me owe money to Arthur, Charles. Arthur. " "I bet you fuckers wouldn't get together until next year at least, oh my God." "You shouldn't have bet against us." Pierre shoots back, pulling Charles towards his body, who can only stare at him with wide eyes. "You, shut up. You're not my brother-in-law until you pay me back."

show me who made you walk all the way here by @yukierres | M | 36k F1 driver Pierre meets a cute guy at the hotel during the Monaco GP, the said cute guy turns out to be the Prince of Monaco who's trying to come out by having a long term partner. Pierre's trashy ex knows he's gay and is going to sell that info to the press. What 2 better candidates to fake date!

Charles squeaks down the phone. “Pierre,” he scolds. “Arthur is still in the room next door. We are not having phone sex!”

strawberries & cigarettes (always taste like you) by @duquesademiel | M | 21k Influencer Pierre and F1 driver Charles who once fake dated for PR go on a free sponsored vacation together as a couple. Charles making occasional appearances on Pierre's PR posts to boost engagement. Pierre his fake boyfriend on whom he has a very real crush. Both Pierre and Charles take the trip as an opportunity to live the boyfriend experience they think they won't ever be able to have with each other. They both try to show interest while feigning interest at the same time, trying to make the most of the time they're spending together.

Kimi/Seb

Fiancée for Hire by @kimisicecream | T | 27.5k Kimi Räikkönen needs a male fiancé to convince his family that he's really bisexual, Sebastian Vettel's main sponsor for his Formula 3.5 series just dropped him for Lewis last minute and needs to find a sponsor asap otherwise he won't have enough funds to continue racing. Luckily there are companies who are dedicated to find people fake fiancés, through whom Kimi will get a fiancé and Seb will get his money.

“Hm. Let’s see… Candles, my favourite music, Italian food… Are we having that proposal date we made up for the press?” “Maybe.” “I love it.” “We put a lot of thought into that date.” Kimi jokes. “Not bringing it to life would be a missed opportunity.” Seb chuckles. “Yeah and now we don’t have to lie about it anymore!”

[grrrrrarro]

Hello I have a NSFWish?? Request could you do Eddie Gluskin and maybe Brahms W a pervy s/o? Like always checking them out, grabbing their booty and pecs - I know you've done some NSFWish stuff and this isn't explicit so I thought it'd be okie!

Thank you!!

- 🎨

O my god your a genius, I swear those guys are not expecting that! I hope that you don't mind adding few characters 😈 rest of notes at the end

They/them, Request open (yeah I know im taking long time to write but its summer time this person (me) is going o u t s i d e )

Slashers with pervy s/o

Eddie Gluskin

BRO TAKES IT AS INVITATION

Litteraly slaps their ass back

Kinda suprised at first, not used to people being so straightforward with him... and so brave... and- oh my darling your so...so...

bro caught simping

When they slapped him first time he just slowly turns around, he is about to whoop that ass HARDD

I swear anything playfully or just straightforward creepy/pervy this dude sees as flirt and a suggestion

But completely oblivious to their stares and eyes wandering in places, untill he looks at them directly he won't notice, BCS NOONE EVER YKNOW DID THAT TO HIM HE DOESNT EVEN THINK ABOUT IT

Brahms Heelshire

I just realised that hes name is so british... omg just say it out loud BRAHMS HeelSHIRE this dude is more british than queen herself (rip btw) LIKE IF anyone in amercia or anywhere else really was named brahms fucking heelshire he would be bullied so hard. Tbh maybe that's why he's in walls

Feels threatened... he was suppose to be pervy one! Not his s/o :((

At least you guys have fun running around mansion and slapping eachothers ass??? Yay relationship goals!!!

Man says "I mean I support equal rights" just to trow them from stairs or something

Also HE LITTERALY BLUSHES when they touch him normally NOW IMAGINE IF S/O does that to his bootie

"Are you checking me out again? Stoophh"

Pls he just tries to cuddle when he feels their arms slowly moving lower and lower and- hold up what do you think your doing love?🤨😳

Asa Emory

No

Nuh uh

You dont

He will litteraly cut their hands off if they try to do anything skechy

Hes so dreamy

Pov: asa just cutting vegetables for dinner, vibing, then suddenly out of dark corridor, emerges goblin-like creature (s/o) with evil grin, running to attack him, he tries to dogde it, but their evil arms are too quick, goblin smacks his ass so hard he collapses(dramatically), Asa feels the wave of embarrassment and dies immediately

Its currently 4am

Tbh he kinda likes the attention, like s/o is such a simp for him rn, his ego loves itttt

If some stuff doesr make sense im sorry, its 4am and I want to clear my inbox asap cuz I feel bad for all people that are waiting for my fics. Although you still can request!!! Im just trying to get some ideas for old ones (cuz tbh some of yall dont really have ideas for requests and just say "write for this dude ok bye" 😔😔 plz ily all but I cant work with that, I need some sort of idea, even boring one or overused

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hiii!!! could you make a fic about chris (no Y/N) and chris is having a panic attack and nick and matt have to calm him down or chris is alone and calls nick or matt bc their together?

A/n: ofc! I absolutely love these requests I have coming in, you guys are amazing!I made it into a small blurb, I hope you love it! And remember to leave requests in my inbox! If you don’t like the pre added name in my works you can simply put in your own or don’t read it, it up to you :)-Charli

Dividers: @issysh3ll and @mintsturniolo

Being YouTuber came with the responsibility and also knowing you are under a magnifying glass millions watching and critiquing everything little thing you say, do, down to even how you dress in some cases. The triplets knew that they were signing up for this lifestyle. Right? And it was only a matter of time before it caught up to them.

“I hate the internet sometimes like why is my pants that I want to wear every single day the next problem”

Chris huffs out entering nick’s room after seeing a post made about how disgusted they were that Chris had worn the same pants in the past to YouTube videos they released.

“Well fuck them it doesn’t matter”

Nick states simply. See it was easy for nick and Matt even to shake things off that gets said about them on the internet because they were just wired like that. Chris wasn’t, he always took everything to heart questioning almost everything before he could decide it was something to engage his time and effort in the first place.

“Well it shouldn’t but I can’t ever win with this fans every time we post a video or make a TikTok they are always talking about you and Matt but literally only me it’s exhausting”

Chris huffs out honestly.

“Yeah it’s exhausting because you keep believing that shit dude you got to stop”

Nick chuckles out trying to reason with his younger brother but chris couldn’t help it, it consumes his thoughts to the point where he didn’t even notice anymore it was happening. Matt enters nicks room announcing that they were attending an public brand deal event tomorrow that Laura, their manager, needed them at. Chris heart immediately started racing the thought of being surrounded around potential fans and people that could look at him sideways for what he did or said only this time it would be worse it wasn’t behind a computer screen but rather in the real time. So so so much worse.

“T-tomorrow”

Chris stutters out and Matt and Nick quirk a confused eyebrow up at him.

“Yeah we’ve done these things before it should be fun”

Matt shrugs out as Chris begins to run a shaky hand this hair nodding his head at Matt’s replies.

It was finally the day of the brand deal event and Chris was currently pacing back and forth is his room. He was fully dressed and he knew they had to be leaving right about now but he simply couldn’t bring himself to exit his room. His body felt like it was on fire.

“What is happening to me”

Chris mumbles out to himself. He couldn’t breathe, he felt like his chest was collapsing in on itself and he couldn’t call for help. Chris slowly sits down on the floor in his room.

“Dude what are doing we need to go”

Nick states confused as he and Matt enter his room wondering why he was sitting awkwardly in the floor with his hand on his heart.

“I can’t breathe I d-dont know wh-what’s h-happening to me”

Chris laboriously chokes out as Matt quickly kneels on the floor in front of him immediately taking his shaky hand in his.

“I going to get you some water’

Nick rushes out heading quickly to the kitchen to fetch him some water.

“Hey hey it’s okay you are here with me follow my breathing dude I promise you will feel better”

Matt states as he places Chris’ hands on his chest to be able to feel his heart beat. Chris tries to copy Matt’s breathing and growing a little scared and frustrated he couldn’t get any air to come in or out.

“It’s not working Matt”

Chris sobs out as Matt shakes is head ‘no’

“No you can just keep trying”

Matt states simply as nick comes over to sit next to Chris and hand him the glass of water.

“Here this might help”

Nick softly states out guiding the glass to his lips for him to take a quick sip. A few minutes passed and Chris finally calmed down.

“Thanks guys”

Chris finally speaks up as Matt and Nick nod at him.

“What’s going with you is this about the comments about your pants”

Nick questions as Chris softly shakes his head no

“It’s just I guess caught up to me finally”

Chris softly states as Matt face morphs into pure confusion.

“What do you mean”

Matt asks.

“I am so focused and consumed with doing everything right and having to be a certain way because I don’t want to get shit talked in the public eye like ever but yet still I’m always the one they find sluicing something wrong with me even after the negative thoughts consume me on how not to be the fuck out of us three”

Chris sighs out honestly.

“Dude I get it it’s hard but they don’t know you like we do and I think you start being yourself more often instead of trying to fit into their mold because you are pretty awesome when you are yourself”

Nick states playfully pushing his shoulder into Chris as he lets out a soft chuckle.

“Yeah I guess your right”

Chris laughs a little.

“Of course he is right because it true”

Matt chuckles out in response.

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Rania !! Who do you think is the "my gf is mad at me I wanna die" kind of bf in svt and why do I already see mingyu and dokyeom in it ಠ⁠◡⁠ಠ (tbh I kinda see hoshi and dino do that also)

PLS I LOVE THIS QUESTION !! also lovely anon pls lmk if u want to have an emoji or something i love seeing u pop up in my inbox <3 is it funny i can tell who u are from the cute emoticons 😭😭 at least i think its coming from the same person oops... anyways i hope i do answer this question right i feel like i didn't lmao

i think my top contenders for this is def dokyeom, mingyu, and hoshi. dino is a candidate but i think it depends on the situation or his mood tbh, and he can be that way if he rlly wants to ykyk

dokyeom is an overthinker (same w me tbh), and this poor boy immediately thinks worst case scenarios if you were mad or upset at him with something either big or small, joke or not. and he's pretty sensitive so it doesn't rlly help his case yk. you can probably be on your period or something and he doesn't know but he would still be like "why is she so upset with me?? i didn't do anything wrong, did i?" "are we breaking up?? if we're breaking up then something should have happened right?" he'd want to go on his knees to apologise for whatever but he's a bit Too scared. is literally melting into his own body n fidgeting just o v e r t h i n k i n g. someone save him pls

mingyu does it for pity points i swear. if it's something small and not serious he would literally be like "yah are you trying to kill me? I was two seconds away from having a heart attack!" but if it's something more serious and let's say mingyu had done something (like idk, hog the blankets all night kinda deal) and you're mad and ignoring him, he is literally going to be All up in your business. he's going to try and pry open your crossed arms, swing his legs over you so he could cuddle you to make you feel better, ANYTHING. "baby,, you're killing me here from you just ignoring me" :( his heart is aching and literally in pain when you're mad at him. it doesn't help that he devotes his entire being and soul to you and is very whipped. so anytime you're mad it feels like a gunshot to his heart

hoshi is kinda like a combo of the two, but unlike dokyeom he goes to lengths to figure out why you're mad yet DIRECTLY avoid asking you because he's a bit (very) ... intimidated. he can be asking his own members or searching freakin google to find his answers. he would google something like: "my s/o is mad at me and i have no idea what to do" and he would find answers on reddit or quora help. and he might get a lil frustrated and atp accept his fate. the longer you're mad and ignoring him literally feels like him getting shot with an arrow for every hour that passes. gives you a pouty face so you can see what he feels like and hopefully feel bad for ignoring him :((

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Attack on Prime Alternate Scenes Part 6

Part 5

Okay so I am currently working on 'A end of an era' right now and...this chapter might be a lot longer than I anticipated. Lol.

In regards to Guren No Yumiya, what I'm hopefully planning to do is this: I spend this week and next week editing the chapter, and hopefully, I can get it out around Fourth of July weekend since I'll definitely have more free time then. Endgame will happen, many questions will be answered, and you can stop leaving messages in my inbox begging me to give you spoilers when I don't. fucking. operate. like. that.

Now lets talk about the Alternate Scenes to the Paths II!

So obviously, Eren and Zeke are in a lot of trouble right now with Primus obviously, and one of the constants that I find hilarious is Primus choking Eren out and Zeke trying to plead his case immediately after.

First rendition of Eren getting choked out:

Eren couldn’t breathe as Primus kept him locked in the invisible chokehold. The god then used his powers to drag Zeke through the sand and force the titan shifter to look him in the eye.

“P-please,” Eren stuttered, “I-I can’t breathe. M-mercy.”

“Did you show those children mercy?” Primus demanded coldly, “Did you show that woman mercy? Did you show your father mercy, as you manipulated him into killing that family?”

“T-the i-island,” Eren tried to reason, “I-it w-ould’ve-!”

Eren cried out in pain as Primus tightened his grip on him.

“Stop! I have to free Eldia!” Zeke pleaded.

“And by free you mean exterminate?” Primus hissed, “You want to prevent your people from creating new life. A little detail you decided to leave out of your answer a few years earlier!”

“The Eldian curse has gone on for too long!” Zeke declared.

“So you kill the Eldian people?!” Primus shouted, “Innocent Eldians who had nothing to do with what their ancestors did?!”

Eren getting choked out scene 2:

Eren wanted to plead and beg for his life, but Primus’ hold on him wouldn’t cease. He could feel the chain tighten around his neck, constricting his airway. It was long, agonizing, torture. He wanted to speak, but all that came out were choked gargles and wheezes.

“M-…mer!….cy,” Eren forced out, “Pl…ease….,”

That only angered Primus, the energy around him vibrating violently. “Mercy? You want mercy? Mercy would be too kind to you.”

“Y-your majesty, please let him go!” Zeke bowed, trying to gain favor with the god.

Primus’ anger turned to one of irritation. “Majesty. Now you know who I am, it’s Majesty. I know your truth, Zeke Jaeger. I’ve seen your mannerisms first hand. Do not waste my time with what I already know.”

“I-!” Primus placed a finger over his lips, immediately silencing the Titan shifter.

“It would be wise to watch what you say next,” another voice spoke before switching to another male voice, “Primus is not the only one listening.”

That threw the both of them for a loop. Primus wasn’t the only one watching? 

The changes I made to Primus speaking to Eren as he's begging for his life were tricky, as I wanted to write a statement that would ultimately attack Eren's character. Previous scenes had been altered prior to these moments so the lines had to be changed. For example, Eren was originally supposed to influence Grisha into killing the royal family, but Primus does that by accident when he gets mad at Eren. Meanwhile the 'Mercy is to kind for you’ just feels weak.

Secondly, in the second scene where Zeke is begging for Primus to show mercy to Eren, I wanted to allude to the Primes listening in in order to make their judgement. But the line that I did in the second scene just felt like a throw away line. So I thought it would be better to show it visually via Primus' powered up appearance.

The next thing that I wanted to get into was Primus talking about the power of the titans to both Eren and Zeke, and of Ymir's origins. Primus does manage to see Ymir's memories prior to exiting the tree, but he doesn't feel her emotions, and we'll get to Primus and Ymir a little later, but I definitely had to reconstruct and revise the explanation because it felt rushed.

First rendition:

“You said you didn’t know what was going on!” Zeke shouted.

“I’ve been traveling through 2,000 years worth of history!” Primus declared as he dropped Eren and waved his hand.

Eren and Zeke watched a timeline of memories displayed before them.

“Nine titan powers, 1,385 titan shifters, 2,000 years worth of memories. I’ve seen it all!” Primus shouted, “I’ve seen the destruction the power of the titans have caused regardless of who wields it! Marley or Eldia, both use it for their own selfish and destructive benefit! Yet it is the Eldians that suffer for these mistakes?! A shortened lifespan?! Trauma?! Hatred?! Discrimination?! Death?! All of this started by sheer accident! Because of a little sparkling that was treated horribly by everyone around her!”

Primus pointed to the child sleeping in the sand. “She was unable to speak for years. She was physically abused. She found the power of the titans by accident. She was kidnapped because of this. She was raped. That term doesn’t get thrown around on Cybertron very often! I hope you’re aware of that! Her body was eaten by her own children! Yet all she wanted was love! But everyone saw her as a tool! A weapon! A slave! I know, Zeke Jaeger, that you knew this fact! You knew her history, and you were still willing to force her to do your bidding!”

Not only was this really rushed, but Primus was just too angry in this moment. And while I do make Primus get angry later in chapter 91, I wanted to have Primus have some form of control before slowly getting to a point of anger, specifically with Eren. The second rendition is one that reflects more of the final draft.

Second rendition:

“The Power of the Titans was one contacted by accident,” Primus began, an old voice dripping with ancient wisdom. The sands suddenly shifted beneath the two Titan shifters and began to take form. When the sand finished forming shape, it began to gain details and features. It was Ymir falling and drowning. A centipede like creature was beneath her and attached to her spine. Eren and Zeke covered their eyes as smoke and light consumed her. She transformed into a monstrous titan, towering over the walls, larger than the paths. Her face was nothing more than a skull, and her rib cage protruded out of her body.

“She was taken back to the king, and forced to use her power to kill and destroy others,” Primus continued in that ancient voice as Ymir’s Titan form roared, “She endured suffering, pain, rape. Tragedy after tragedy befell her, but all she wanted was love. She was so desperate to feel any ounce of that, that she died protecting the one who only saw her as a slave.”

Ymir’s Titan form turned to dust, and a new image began to form. Zeke nearly threw up and Eren stared in horror. Three little girls were eating Ymir’s body, their father encouraging them with desperation while the audience stared in horror and disgust.

“Desperate and fearful, the King told his daughters to devour their own mother in order to keep this monstrous power,” Primus continued, “He wanted so badly to maintain his power that he sacrificed his own daughters to get it. And as such, the tragedy continued.”

The sands shifted once more and the Titan shifters saw chaos, war, devastation. The Titans devoured innocent humans while Titan shifters destroyed countries, homes, and lives.

“The cause of that power and desperation has led to this: this carnage, this destruction. For thousands of years, she was trapped here, to make more Titans and Titan shifters. She was alone, watching the cruelty and devastation that humanity had brought amongst themselves.”

Eren and Zeke saw an image of a child, holding his mother in a field of dead, disfigured bodies. The child wept and screamed, crying out hopeless as a Titan lumbered towards him. The child didn’t pay attention, begging for his mother to wake up. The memory disappeared before the Titan devoured the child. They looked over to see Primus closing his eyes with a solemn expression on his face.

“That is the power of the Titans,” Primus declared.

I felt this to be more natural for a few things. One, it's not rushing the explanation of the power of the titans. Obviously, it's not as detailed as the actual episode it stems from, but I wasn't going to recap that whole episode when the reader can watch it. This is also another attempt of the 'Show, don't tell' when it comes to the presence of the Primes. I added the color coding system to make things easier but if you do know your transformers lore, the one that is speaking in an ancient voice is Alpha Trion (Aka George Takei. I should really do a headcanon list of who would voice which Prime).

However the next part of the first draft didn’t have the same flow as the second and final draft. I didn’t have Zeke and Eren confronted and judged individually. I had them both kind of talked down on at the same time:

Eren was shocked by this proclamation and turned to Zeke for confirmation. He wanted to deck him in the face when he saw the guilt on his brother’s face.

“Zeke, how could you?!” Eren shouted.

“You don’t get a say in this!” Primus bellowed at Eren as the memories shifted into ones related to Optimus. Zeke could only blink in confusion as he saw Reiner and Annie’s memories of the titan. One of which Optimus’ tended to Reiner’s wounds and another where he tried to persuade Annie to the island’s side.

“My disciple has done nothing but protect you,” Primus declared, “He’s done nothing but sacrifice his time to protect and train you. He loves you like a son. And what do you do: lie to him, go against his wishes, kill blindly, keep secrets from him, all to cause this:”

Zeke watched in horror as he saw the memories shift into that of the rumbling. Each and every one had the power of the rumbling activated in them.

“Your vengeance,” Primus continued, “Your lust for freedom and power leads to this. And guess what happens to your friends in every iteration, your family, my disciple,”

Eren watched in horror as he watched his friends die in every memory. Armin and Mikasa were resigned to defeat as the Colossal Titans crushed them underfoot. Eren wanted to puke as he saw his future self stab Optimus, killing him over and over and over-!

“Stop!” Eren shouted as he clutched his head, “Please, just stop.”

“I thought this was what you wanted,” Primus challenged, “The road to freedom is paved with blood. But it doesn’t matter! So long as you reach the end!”

“…you…you don’t know…,” Eren whispered.

“Excuse you,” Primus demanded.

“You don’t know what I went through! You don’t know what we went through!” Eren retorted, “We lost so much! I lost my home! My family! I-!”

Eren froze in fear as the god looked at him with such hatred and venom that could kill him where he stood.

“You do not what to test my patience,” Primus declared as he raised his hand to snap his fingers, “’Lost so much?’ My disciple sacrificed so much. I never once wanted to put him back into war, but he had to be called back into it. Of course, your lust for vengeance has lead to your ignorance. You might not even be able to understand. But if you want, I can show you both.”

“Wait-,”

Primus snapped his fingers before Zeke could respond, and the two screamed in pain as an onslaught of memories came flooding in.

To be fair to my younger self, I was writing this back in late 2019? Early 2020? Back when the manga was still being written. So there were still some gaps in knowledge to be had. No Ramzi, no centipede monster, no chapter 139, etc.

Now this is the part in the rough draft where I had intended for Primus to show Eren and Zeke Optimus and Megatron’s memories, but after sitting with the manga ending and overanalyzing everything I didn’t like, I decided to refrain from that. Zeke was a stranger to the Cybertronians, and Eren didn’t deserve to know that truth, not after everything that he was gonna do and had already done. So we’ll skip those memories and jump right back into Primus judging Zeke and Eren.

Zeke ended up throwing up from the dump of information he received while Eren covered his mouth in shock and horror. The abundance of tears coming down his face as he tried to comprehend everything he just witness. Optimus’ sorrow was more unfathomable than he could ever imagine. Everything he lost, everyone he lost, and he still carried on. And he was about to put him through so much more shit.

And Megatron…he finally understood Megatron.

“Now you know,” Primus began as his voice changed back to what they heard initially.

Eren looked up at the god, and saw tears coming down his face.

“Now you know what I had to witness,” Primus proclaimed, “And how I was unable to do a thing about it.”

Eren wanted to fucking sob. To see tears coming down the face of someone he trusted and loved. This must be what Optimus felt on the inside, all the time.

“I-I,” Eren stuttered, “I-I’m s-so-,”

“Sorry,” Primus finished as he wiped the tears, “You don’t mean that. I can see your intentions. You still wish to activate the rumbling and destroy the world. I have seen your struggles. I have seen what you have lost, but this power should not have fallen into the hands of your species in the first place.”

Primus turned his back on the both of them. “The power of the titans ends today.”

“Then let me do my plan!” Zeke pleaded, causing Eren to look at him in shock.

Primus looked back at Zeke with hatred. “Why? I just showed your four million years worth of memories. From both Optimus and Megatron. You’ve seen the decisions they made and how unbelievably flawed your plan is from their experiences. So why do you want to prevent the creation of new life?”

“The Eldians are already doomed. The world thinks horribly of them. Of us,” Zeke proclaimed, “The Eldians will continue to suffer even if you take the power of the titans away. The Eldians are considered a common enemy. Their death will unite the world and-!”

Primus forced Zeke in the air and began choking him once more.

“You ignorant fool!” Primus shouted, “You disgust me!”

“Nothing can be done to change their minds,” Zeke strained.

“Please! I’m begging you!” Eren pleaded as he crawled to the god and grabbed his pant leg, “There must be a memory that you’ve seen! You must’ve seen something in my memories to understand what I’m trying to do!”

“I’ve already seen it,” Primus proclaimed, “I’ve seen nearly 1,000 iterations of the future you wish to create. But your future has little chance of success. And even if it does, it hurts everyone. My disciple, Megatron, Armin, Mikasa, the Survey Corps, the island, innocent Eldians that had nothing to do with the attack on Paradis. I can’t risk it on a whim. I can’t allow you to put Optimus through more suffering.”

“Then the Eldians are as good as dead!” Eren proclaimed, “They’ll die because you’ve killed us and left the island defenseless! They’ll die because of you-!”

Primus choked him and lifted him in the air as well before turning his attention to Zeke. “So what? I let the both of you do what you want? You wish to destroy your own people without considering what they want! That they have a desire for freedom! They have a right to live!”

Primus turned his attention to Eren. “Meanwhile, you wish to destroy the entire world! You say that you wish to protect your friends, your family, the island, but you will inflict the same action done to you on the rest of the world! I cannot allow you to do something Unicron would do, on the off chance the island is spared! You say you don’t want to cause Optimus suffering, yet here you are, putting Optimus through more inner turmoil than ever! Constantly forcing his hand when he has done nothing but protect you!”

Eren and Zeke were forced on the ground. Eren grunted in pain while Zeke was screaming.

“I cannot allow either of you to proceed with your plans!” Primus declared as he raised his hand, “And I will kill you where you stand! I cannot let you continue using this curse.”

“P-please,” Eren grunted, “I’m begging you. Let me do my plan. Please!”

Primus narrowed his eyes. “Why should I let you destroy the world? My own people have destroyed each other, over and over again. I won’t let the same thing happen to another world, not when I have the capability to do something now.”

I didn’t like how I wrote this. I didn’t like Primus’ temper continuously getting the better of him. It felt too much like Unicron. I didn't like that I didn't get to the heart of both Eren and Zeke's problems and flaws. I hated how rushed it felt. I hated that I kept having Primus choke people! Why was I doing that?!

It's ultimately why I had to give Zeke and Eren their separate moments of judgement. And because Zeke was given a rather brief backstory, his judgement and breakdown was easier to do. And I go into more detail about him and Eren here.

But for the 2nd rendition:

Zeke stood up, fearful yet determined. “Then let me do my plan, please.”

Primus opened his eyes and stared at Zeke, causing him to almost lose his nerve, but he pushed forward anyway.

“You know better than anyone the loss and devastation the powers have created,” Zeke reasoned, “The Eldians suffer more than anyone, be they devoured, turned into Titans, or becoming Titans shifters, shortening their life. The world lives in fear of the Titans and the Eldians. If the Eldians didn’t produce any more children, then the world would be free from the Titans within a century. The Eldians wouldn’t have to suffer in a world that hates them. Maybe the Eldians would die off, but it is a small price to pay if the rest of the world is safe.”

Primus stared blankly at Zeke and sighed. “Even if I agreed that killing your people would be the best way to save the world, your plan would change nothing.”

Zeke and Eren watched the sand shift underneath their feet once more before making an image of Zeke in his Titan form roaring.

“If you were to get the path you wished,” Primus began in another ancient voice, once that sounded softer and sad, “The Eldians would no longer produce any children of their own. As a result, the Eldians outside of Marley are executed or used for combat, the world reasoning that the people are going to die out anyway and that ridding them sooner would be the better option. Meanwhile, Marley becomes desperate. Because of this lack of technology compared to the rest of the world. They begin to turn more and more of the Eldians into Titans. Starting with the elderly and the sick, then the adults, and finally, the children. Including your grandparents. Marley uses all the Titans within fifty years, and they haven’t advanced technologically compared to the rest of the world. They plunder and destroy as much as they can, and when the Titans are truly gone, the world’s hatred is directed at Marley.”

Zeke’s Titan disappears and changes into the Marleyans running for their lives as outside forces chased and killed them. Zeke watched in horror as he watched a general give orders to his men.

“Marley is destroyed, and wiped from the Earth as a result of their reckless actions. The nations Marley conquered with the power of the Titans as put under the rule of the rest of the world.” Primus declared, “The world is still not at peace. The carnage and destruction leads to uneasy alliances and fear of more retaliation. People will only continue to look for someone to hate, in order to justify their actions, but in the end, everyone dies.”

Zeke’s legs trembled before his knees hit the sand. Tears of despair fell down his face as he shook his head. “There...there has to be something else.” 

“I have seen different variations,” Primus explained, “But the result has been the same. I am sorry, Zeke Jaeger.”

Zeke didn’t respond to that. How could he? All of his efforts to free the world of Titans, would have amounted to nothing. The Eldians never find true peace, and the world becomes more chaotic due to the power vacuum. Tom’s dreams and his efforts...were all for nothing.

“It’s like some kind of joke,” Zeke whimpered, wrapping his arms around himself and bending over, his tears hitting the sand. He hurt so many people, he killed so many people! What was it all for?!

Eren felt pity for him. Despite all that Zeke did, he remembered that feeling of helplessness and defeat. When he realized he wasn’t special, when he realized his life really had no value, and when he realized all his efforts for a better world led to more of his comrades dying. Primus felt that same pity. He reached out towards Zeke, but Zeke moved away from his touch. Primus lowered his arm in defeat, leaving Zeke and turning to Eren. Eren struggled with his chains, wanting to run away and get to Ymir, but Primus used his power to tighten his chains.

Zeke is trying to calmly plead his case while Primus gives him a rather reluctant explanation. Initially I was going to have Zeke crumble immediately and show no resistance to Primus, since he really didn't do much to fight back against the Rumbling until Armin came in during the main story. But I really thought about it. This was something that Zeke had been working towards for so long and to have someone else tell him that his and Ksaver's dreams were for nothing would really destroy him, which is why I had him show resistance before breaking.

As for Eren, I'm not going to put the 2nd rendition of his talks with Primus because it's almost identical to the final draft with a few tweaks. And since Eren is the main character in the story, his judgement and conversations with Primus are going to take longer, especially when discuss Armin, Mikasa, Optimus, his main motivation being his mother’s death, the Survey Corps, and Eren’s own selfishness.

However I will put the remaining of the first rendition:

“I-it,” Eren yelled as the pain got worse, “It m-must have been hard.”

Primus raised an eyebrow.

“Watching your own creation, battle each other in a civil war,” Eren continued, “Watching your own disciple battle in war all over again, when all he wanted was peace. Watching your own nearly go extinct. It must’ve been so hard.”

Eren forced his head up to look at Primus. “But it must’ve been harder, watching them suffer in the caste system. Optimus got to live in peace, but other like Megatron suffered. They were left to die for years. Their body parts sold. No justice! No peace! It must’ve been so hard to watch!”

“Megatron-!”

“Megatron had nothing!” Eren shouted, “He didn’t even have a name because no one thought he deserved it! He watched people die in the mines and die in the arena and die in the war! Do you think Megatron would do that if he was allowed freedom?! If he had someone to help him?! He believed if he died, he would have the most value! That’s too fucked up!”

“Megatron gained knowledge,” Primus retorted, “He knew from right and wrong. He knew that the path of destruction was wrong!”

“It was all he knew!” Eren declared, “He believed it was the only way for his enemies to listen! And…maybe it is!”

“Excuse you?!” Primus demanded.

“If Megatron didn’t rise up to power, how long would it have been until someone else did?!” Eren demanded, “How long until someone else realized how messed up the caste system was and fight back?! How many more of your people would’ve died?! How many years would it have been?! And the only thing you could do was sit by and do nothing?!”

“…it was not my place,” Primus whispered.

“But you knew you could have done better, which is why your intervening now,” Eren proclaimed, “You don’t want it to happen again!”

“Then why do you want to destroy the world?!” Primus demanded.

“Because talking isn’t going to solve a thing! Not anymore!” Eren answered, “Megatron knew violence was the only way to get others to listen. Action, brutality, finally got them to wake up! That’s the only way for the people on this world to listen!”

“You know there were opportunities to resolve the situation in a peaceful manner,” Primus reminded, “You’ve seen it happen.”

Eren shook his head in the sand. “It’s not enough. I…have to do this! This is the only way for there to be peace!”

“Through violence?” Primus demanded.

“Through hope,” Eren answered, “Through Optimus,”

“If you go down this path, you will die in every scenario,” Primus proclaimed, “You do not see the outcome of your plan.”

Eren felt tears welling up in his eyes. “I know.”

“There is a high chance your plan will not succeed,” Primus declared.

“I know,” Eren whimpered as his tears fell.

“Your friends, your family, everyone you know, may never forgive you,” Primus declared.

Eren quietly sobbed. “I know.”

“Then why?” Primus asked, “Why continue down this path?”

Eren lifted his head, despite the pain coursing through him. “BECAUSE I WAS BORN INTO THIS WORLD! BECAUSE I WANT TO BE FREE! I KNOW MY EXISTENCE MEANS NOTHING IN THE GRAND SCHEME OF EVERYTHING! THAT I’M NOTHING MORE THAN A MERE INSTANCE IN THE UNIVERSE! THAT DOESN’T MEAN I DON’T CARE! MY FRIENDS! MY FAMILY! OPTIMUS! THEY MEAN EVERYTHING TO ME DESPITE THE SHORT LIFE I HAVE! I KNOW THEY’LL NEVER FORGIVE ME, BUT IF THEY GET TO LIVE I DON’T CARE! I’M BEGGING YOU! HAVE FAITH IN ME! LET ME SAVE THE PEOPLE I LOVE! LET ME END THIS TRAGEDY!”

Looking back, I genuinely hated how I wrote this out. But a few things before I get into that. I originally had a plot line where Megatron does find Eren being in Marley but Eren manages to blackmail him into silence. I’ll probably do an alternate scene of that later. But I was originally going to have Eren empathize with Megatron, especially after he sees Megatron’s full life and gets a better understanding of him. However Megatron and Eren’s relationship doesn’t really grow outside of acquaintances at best, and Megatron has been cautious of Eren and his motivation for the most part. So there’s no real change in their dynamics and that’s fine.

However the main reason why I now hate how I wrote this scene out is because I made Eren sound too damn heroic. His ultimate plan is genocide, and him later formulating a plan to make his friends the heroes was a late minute ditch effort to protect them doesn’t change anything. He wanted to see his sight of freedom by destroying the world. He shouldn’t be lauded for it. He should be condemned for it.

I’ll get into Primus’ ultimate decision in a moment, but what I want to get into now, is Primus and Ymir: the most important moment in AOP. The interaction between two deities and the one act of kindness that does destroy the Paths. The minute Ymir’s backstory was introduced, I wanted to create a moment of compassion between the two. And I just realized! I don’t have the original draft for it! I kept editing the same draft until I got the final draft and now I don’t have it anymore. Or most of it! Nooooo…..

So! I will give a few points of what I had originally written.

-I was originally going to have Ymir speak to Primus. I ultimately retconned it because we never hear Ymir speak in the original show. In the final draft, I do have Ymir ask ‘why’ to Primus, but that was pretty much it. She does speak a few words in this draft.

Ymir’s eyes brightened as she sharply turned her head to look at Primus. The life missing reappearing, revealing her eyes to be a brilliant purple. “…you...,”

Tears poured from her eyes once again as her lips trembled. “…you…,”

Primus gave her a warm smile, happy to see the life come back into her eyes. “Do you wish to come with me?”

Ymir gripped his hands deathly tight. “…please…,”

-Primus originally didn’t use Onyx’s mask in order to peer into Ymir’s life from her perspective. I added it into the final draft as another ‘show, don’t tell’ situation regarding the Primes, and I just thought it would be a better way of Primus getting a better understanding of Ymir.

-I originally didn’t have Primus give Ymir his jacket, or even talk about Unicron to her, but I wanted to show Primus’ acts of compassion compared to that of Unicron, who would no doubt see Ymir as a parasite.

-The ‘Because I heard your cry and wanted nothing more than to save you’ line from Primus was one that was developed overtime as well. I wanted to keep that in the final draft to show Primus’ care for Ymir. He didn’t come to AOT to end the power of the titans initially. Or even to stop Eren and Zeke. He didn’t know about them until he got into the Paths. He only came because he heard Ymir’s cry for help. There was no cosmic reason or even destiny behind it. It was just compassion.

-The Paths being warped into a field of flowers wasn’t in the initial rough draft. I was just going to have Primus break down the tree. But then I got inspired by IDW and incorporated those field of flowers in there. For more on that, go here.

So the one issue that I was currently having now, near the end of the chapter, was Eren getting the power, because I did plan for Primus to hand it over to him. But I needed it to make sense in a way. Because Primus, under normal circumstances, wouldn’t have allowed Eren to enact his plan. But, and I was trying to be clear on this in the actual chapter, Eren had done so much damage to the timeline that they were in, that with Primus’ limited powers, he can only do damage control. Part of that damage control was giving Eren a choice in what he wanted to do. And originally I had Zeke call him out on it, but it felt like Primus was just dodging Zeke’s points by bringing up his own failings and it didn’t sit right with me.

“This is the power of the titans,” Primus declared. “It attached itself to the Little One when she was trying to escape from the king and his guards. She did not choose to have this power. It latched itself onto her. It was only by chance that she managed to find it in the first place.

Tears spilled out of Eren’s eyes. He couldn’t believe it. He couldn’t believe that this god was letting him do this. He fell to his knees and bowed before Primus.

“Thank you,” Eren whispered, “Thank you so much.”

“But heed my warning, Eren Jaeger. It doesn’t matter the motivation. It doesn’t matter the goal. If you go down the path, no one will be by your side,” Primus declared, “Your friends, your family, everyone will turn their back on you. No one will care for the purpose. They’ll just see the actions and destruction that you’ve caused. No matter what side, you will never be seen as a hero. You will only be seen as a monster. Are you really ready to travel down this path?”

Eren stood up and wiped his tears away. “No, but in order survive and live, we must fight.”

Primus sighed as he put his hand on Eren’s head.

“I know,”

Eren gasped as Primus pushed him backwards. He couldn’t feel his arms and looked down to see them disappearing into sand. Eren began seeing a distorted image of the god’s true form before he fell through the sand like water.

“You idiot!” Zeke shouted as he stomped over to Primus, “You have no idea what you’ve unleashed! Eren’s influenced by his father!”

“You and I both know that Eren was never influenced by his father,” Primus responded calmly.

“Then why let him destroy the world?!” Zeke demanded, “This cycle will never end! Eren will kill everyone! And you entrusted everything on him!”

“I don’t trust him for a second,” Primus declared.

Zeke blinked. “What?”

“Eren’s plan has a very low chance of success,” Primus explained, “But your plan will have no chance at success. Marley will fall apart, all the Eldians will be executed, the conquerors will set their sights on another defenseless country. Nothing changes.”

“So destroying the world is the only option?!” Zeke shouted, “How will Eren’s plan succeed?!”

“…because Optimus won’t let it happen,” Primus answered.

“You-,”

“-are nothing more than a hypocrite,” Primus interrupted, “You forced your own to turn into titans as a twisted act a freeing them. Tricking your followers and lying to them. Now, you wish to render them unable to create children.”

“I have-,”

“Why?” Primus demanded as he turned to Zeke, “Because it’s your duty? In freeing your people, your force them to do what you want, like your father did. You force them to die. You force this sparkling to do your bidding, knowing exactly what she went through during her life! You are just like your father.”

Zeke was about to retort, but began thinking over every action that he did. The weight of his actions took over and he fell to his knees and began crying. Primus ignored Zeke and turned his attention to Ymir, who fell asleep in his arms. The god looked up at the stars and sighed.

“Optimus, forgive me,” Primus said.

Again, this feels rushed, doesn’t it? Anyway, there is still the idea of Primus’ own failings in his decision of giving free will to someone with nefarious intention. And without giving away too much, instead of Zeke, someone else is going to call him out on it instead. Because despite the fact that Primus is a benevolent god, he can be an ignorant one at best and a neglectful one at worst.

Okay that is all I have for the alternative scenes for chapter 91. Next time, I will be discussing the stuff in Retaliation and Last Ditch Effort, as there were rough draft ideas that just never made it into the final product. And I have two asks games (one with prompts and the other discussing music in my fanfic) still available to ask. So I wouldn’t mind if you asked those questions. Thank you!

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Hi! Could I get some headcanons for the hashira boys taking care of a very traumatized s/o after a horrible nightmare?

(Male) Hashira's S/O Had A Nightmare - HC's

A/N: Hiiii!! Tysm for requesting! It rlly means a lot to hear ppl like my writing/headcanons :)

Giyu Tomioka

Giyu immediately woke up to the sound of you coughing and huffing.

He was so scared!

When he found out it was a Nightmare, he just placed a hand on your back.

It was subtle, but once you caught your breath he held onto you so tightly.

Giyu knew exactly what having a horrible nightmare felt like, and the least he could do was return the favor for every time you helped him calm down.

He whispers things like "It's ok, it's not real.." and "I'm here, don't worry..."

Kyojuro Rengoku

Freaked out!

Legitimately had a heart attack

He just put your head on his chest, asking you what was wrong and how he could help.

When you say it was a nightmare, he starts stroking your hair.

If you dont want to talk about it, he wont press you.

If you do, he'll listen and wait until you finish to tell you that no matter what, he'll be here to comfort you.

Tengen Uzui

Probably was up at the time you woke up in a cold sweat.

I HC he's a night owl

So he was cuddling with you when all of a sudden you woke up crying.

He held you close, and whispered sweet nothings in your ear!

But not just any "sweet nothings"

Oh no, no, no!

He goes:

"My love, there is nothing to fear! You are to flamboyant to be scared!"

Will I ever stop making that joke?

No.

Obanai Iguro

Kaburamaru probably had to wake him up

This man is a heavy sleeper.

Anyway, he would awkwardly pat your back/head and just stay silent.

If you talk to him about the nightmare, prepare for a whole lot of nodding because most likely he's zoned out.

Don't get me wrong, he loves you and he's very worried!

But now that he knows its just a dream, he probably finds it less worrisome than before.

But when you do calm down, he'll probably hug you lightly and fall back asleep.

Muichiro Tokito

Mans slept through it.

If you nudge him awake though, he'll just groggily look at you like: w h a t ? 😐

Telling him it's bad dream will get you lots of cuddles though!

He'll ask what happened in the dream, but then ask the most amount of questions.

"Wait so who died because of... what again?"

Just say 'nevermind' and give him cuddles, it's easier than explaining it 47 times 😅

Gyomei Himejima

King of comforting people.

KING OF COMFORTING PEOPLE!!

Sir would just say: 'wait here' and then get you some warm tea, and then ask you about the dream.

"You don't have to tell me, but usually it helps if you get it off your chest."

So sweet, and so kind!

If you dont end up talking about it, he'll just wrap an arm around you and RIP your shoulder comfortingly.

Sanemi Shinazugawa

Let's just be honest, he was horrified out of his mind when you woke up.

And unlike some people, I think he wouldn't be scared to show that.

Whatever you wanted he would get!

Food? On it!

Cuddles? Double on it!

Alone time? Hesitant, but on it as well.

If you want to talk about it, he'd happily listen, and reassure you that everything is, and WILL be ok!

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This is part two of how the hashiras react to scars on the reader. I’m having a lot of writing this series and I hope y’all are enjoying it as well. Friday should be when I post the part three. Please let me know if y’all have any suggestion or requests my inbox is wide open. Criticism/tips are welcome! Please enjoy!

warnings: angst, scars, depression, negative self talk, isolation, trauma, (etc.)

How the Pillars react to scars

Part Two: Giyu Tomioka

The reader is a hashira and they have scars all over their body from previous battles. Sometimes they feel insecure about them and the hashira are here to make them feel better!

Reference:

(y/b/t) - your breathing technique.

(H/c) - hair color.

GN reader

Giyu (platonic):

At times you were very quiet , of course this isn’t to say you couldn’t be loud and outgoing, but more often than not you were reserved. Because of this Giyu found it most comfortable to be around you over anyone else.

During meetings or missions the either of you could be found standing beside one another oftentimes not saying a word.

Although the two of you were quiet, you exchanged pleasant words with the other from time to time.

In fact, the first time you had met was the first time you had spoken.

After being introduced by the master you chose to stand next to him of all people. You could tell he was shy by the way he cautiously looked at you from the side.

“You are Tomioka the water pillar?” You asked without taking your gaze off the master as he was gently led back into the building.

“Yes.” Was all Giyu said not looking at you either .

“It’s an honor to meet you Tomiokasan. I hope to speak with you more often.” You replied before turning and walking towards the rest of the hashira. He said nothing but nodded in agreement.

As you walked away he noticed something about your gait. It was a bit unsteady, it appeared you were limping. He didn’t do much except take notice at the time, but after encountering you more frequently he realized that it was permanent. The slight limp wasn’t the only thing he noticed.

One morning after a particularly intense battle with an upper moon demon, you went to the creek to wash your wounds. As you rolled the legs of your torn pants up he saw not only new wounds but previous ones that had been healed. Jagged scars covered your legs both the front and the back.

Soon enough he mustered the courage to ask you when it was that you had acquired them.

“(Y/n), how did you get those scars?” He asked as he pointed to your legs, he was turned towards you but hadn’t met your eyes.

“And the limp, as well.”

You looked down, sighed deeply and returned facing ahead of you.

“ I got them the first time I ever encountered a demon. It was the night my brother was eaten, and it had intended on eating me as well.” You said bluntly. If it was anyone other than Tomioka, you’d anticipate a harsh word that followed after your explanation. Instead he nodded and asked,

“Was that why you became a slayer?” He now turned to look at you. He was hesitant to question further as he could tell the memories of this were painful.

Little did he know that the memories were not what had been so painful, it was your appearance. You’d hoped neither he or the rest of the hashira would notice your limp and scars. That had been wishful thinking considering how observant they were. But Tomioka was the most gentle in his approach, Shinobu saw the way you walked and immediately suggested you return to the butterfly estate so your issue could be analyzed. You explained that since that attack you had limped and probably would for the rest of your life. Her only reply was questioning whether or not you’d be at a disadvantage when fighting other demons. Those words cut deep; you spent so much time proving yourself capable, proving that you weren’t weak. Having a fellow hashira question your ability to fight had been a huge blow to your confidence.

“Yes. I intend on getting revenge for my brother and everyone else who has been killed by demons.” You said, secretly adding yourself to the list. That night, the demon had taken more than the only loved one you had left, but it also took away the ability of people to depend on you or trust you to handle yourself in difficult situations.

“You fight well.” Giyu said as he stiffly put his hand on your shoulder.

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Giyu (romantic):

Yours and Giyu’s relationship had sprouted from good company. Giyu enjoyed being in your presence, it was almost therapeutic to him. Soon he found himself addicted to being with you, just being next to you set his mind at ease.

Your relationship was taken slowly per the both of yours’ tendency towards silence. In fact the progression from a platonic to romantic relationship had been strenuous. Giyu had felt differently towards you for a while before anything had been done about it. But his feelings did not go unnoticed, you saw the way he would stare at you, the way he made any and all excuses to get close to you. It filled your heart with joy watching him blush slightly when you would pat him on the thigh or squeeze his hand.

It all came to a head one morning at the butterfly estate. You were recovering from a recent mission both you and Giyu had been assigned to, it hadn’t been a particularly strong demon but what it lacked in strength it made up for in technique. The demon had gotten the jump on both of you several times, but once it noticed that you were weaker on one leg it had gone out of its way to land every blow to your knee. You felt defeated. Regardless that demon died that night you still felt as if you were the one who had lost. If it wasn’t for Giyu, you would have been killed. Because of your feeling of humiliation, you ignored Giyu and went out of your way to avoid him. You couldn’t bear to look him in the eyes after your last performance together. In your heart you felt Shinobu had been right to question your strength, you were a danger to yourself and others. You felt you didn’t deserve the honor of being a hashira.

Your behavior hurt Giyu, you weren’t walking with him anymore, you weren’t eating with him, he couldn’t even get you to sit with him. He racked his brain searching for what it was he did wrong. Has he upset you? Did he say something wrong? Maybe he made you uncomfortable? He didn’t know and every possibility was torturing him. He couldn’t take this anymore, he decided he was going to find you and confront you. Maybe if you told him what he did wrong he could make it right.

You walked aimlessly through the estate, winter was now in full swing so the ground was covered in a light layer of snow. You watched the snow drift in the wind. The cool breeze sent a shiver down your spine.

After asking around, Giyu found you standing in the snow. Your (h/c) hair being blown by the wind. He sighed and thought you looked beautiful; he compared this scene to painting.

“(Y/n)”. He spoke softly, almost as if not to disturb you.

The sudden call of your name had caught you off guard. You turned to look and saw a downhearted Giyu, he appeared tired and miserable. A sharp jab of guilt hit you in your heart when you saw the state of his being.

“I’m sorry.” He said, dropping his head so as not to meet your gaze. Tears formed on the corners of your eyes, you couldn’t hold back any longer. You quietly began to sob.

Hearing your soft sniffles, Giyu looked up to find you with your head in your hands desperately trying to wipe your tears away. Hurriedly he ran to you and wrapped his arms around your back.

“(Y/n), I’m so-“ he spoke before you interjected loudly.

“It’s not your fault! I’m not upset with you Giyu!”

“I don’t un-“

“I’m sorry I’m so weak! If it wasn’t for you I would have died! How am I supposed to protect anyone if I can’t even protect myself?” You screamed trying to hold back your flood of tears.

Giyu’s heart broke when he heard you say this. He hadn’t realized that you had been so ashamed of yourself, he pulled you closer. Pushing your head into his chest he spoke,

“You would have done the same for me.”

Together you stood embracing one another as the snow whirled around you. Later that night he convinced you to stay in his room with him, for the entirety of the evening he held you close, never getting out of his reach again.

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Bestieee~ This is long but can I request a Mark x fem reader where he’s dating eve and readers a strong solo hero who happens to catch his eye after finding out she works with cecil and they officially meet when Cecil sends her out to help Atom eve and Mark with a villain and after instead of helping his gf he introduces himself to reader and gets all nervous and she finds and calls him really cute so she asks if he’s taken and he says no and she tells him to give her a call if they ever wanna go out together, eve asks what was that about (she didn’t hear the convo) he says nothing and they go home and sooner or later reader and mark hook up leading to them falling for each and catching feelings and one day they took it to the next level and it’s was very heated and they end up confessing and having another heated make out session only for eve to come and find them in the act and she’s heartbroken and argues with Mark infront of reader, eventually eve storms out but mark doesn’t go after her he apologizes to reader that he lied and she’s okay with it and they stay together

(It can be as explicit as you want and can Marks parents really adore reader and they also go to the same school, I’m sorry this is so long 🥲)

A/N: omg hey bestie so sorry this took a while! this was loooooong and is the last request in my inbox before Love They Neighbour 2!

Pairing: Mark Grayson x Fem!Reader

Rating: Explicit AF

Warnings: smut!! on!! smut!! cheating, swearing, angst, etc

Summary: You captivated Mark the moment you swooped in to help, but he should have been more honest with you before things got intense.

As you landed the final hit on the last Mauler twin standing, you watched as he fell on the pavement and created a crater around his gigantic blue being. You let out a sigh of exhaustion when your feet touched back on the ground, relieved that it was done and over with.

"Excuse me?"

You turned around and saw Invincible hovering towards you, his blue and yellow suit tarnished from the action.

"Hi, sorry, I should have introduced myself before I jumped in," you said, walking to where he landed. "Cecil sent me here."

"Oh... so you, uh, work for the GDA," he replied feebly.

"I do, just started actually," you informed him.

"That was..." he pointed at the knocked out Mauler twin, "that was a nice blow."

You crossed your brows, "I'm sorry?"

"Sorry! No! I meant... I meant..." he stuttered. "Like that was... t-that was a good... hit! A good hit!" Mortified, he placed his hand on his forehead and shook his head, and you could swear there was a tinge of pink creeping up on his cheeks.

You laughed at the boy, who is one of the strongest people on this planet, as he fell apart in front of you. "Thank you," you simply replied, keeping it short to keep him from feeling more embarrassed. "Anyway, I should report back—"

"I'm Invincible," he cut you off, reaching his hand out.

You looked down at his hand that was trembling, then back up to his face that still had that smile on. "I'm Y/N," you replied with your superhero name, shaking his hand slowly.

"Shit, I just realized I cut you off," he suddenly said, placing his hand on his forehead again. "I was gonna say thank you for helping Atom Eve and I out with the twins but I just got so caught up in my own thoughts that I..." he trailed off, "that I started rambling. Shit, sorry."

"Don't worry about it," you responded with an audible giggle, "I'll let it pass because you're cute."

His lips formed into a wide smile, "You... You think I'm cute?"

"I do," you nodded, biting your lower lip. "Are you seeing anyone?"

"No!" he exclaimed almost immediately. "No, no, I... I'm not."

"Well do you maybe wanna go out some time?" you asked. "Our dating pool is quite limited and I think you're probably the best catch out there right now."

"I-I would love to," he stammered as he fumbled to get his phone, which is miraculously still in tact, out of his pocket. "Give me your number, I'll text you!"

As you typed your phone number on the screen, you looked up at his face that was beaming with so much excitement, his mask could have melted off. You swiftly returned his phone and winked, "Call me," and you flew off — that was a good exit.

His eyes followed you as you zoomed away, and his head began thinking of all the things he can/should say in his first text to you.

"Mark," a female voice broke his daydream, "what was that all about?"

He turned around and saw Eve, his girlfriend, standing there with an unsuspicious look on her face. "Nothing," he lied, clearing his throat. "Let's go home, I'm ready to just lay on my bed."

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After going out on two (secret) study dates together, Mark finally accepted that he was in deep shit. He paced around his bedroom as he waited for you to come in through the window, internally panicking at two things: one, that he's catching real feelings for you and two, that Eve will find out.

"I can't lie to Eve forever, she'll know something's up," he mumbled to himself as he walked back and forth.

A soft gust of wind caught his attention and he looked up to see you gently closing his bedroom window. You cheerfully greeted him but the smile on your face quickly disappeared upon seeing the worried look on his.

"Is everything okay?" you asked.

"Yeah, I'm just, um..." he trailed off, looking up at the ceiling, "stressed about art class."

"Well I don't know how your class does it but it sounds like they're really giving you guys a tough time out there," you replied, moving close enough to him to wrap your arms around his neck.

He responded by placing his arms around your waist and pulling you closer. "It's a killer," he lied.

"Well you look like you need a stress reliever," you said in a low voice, leaning in to give him gentle kisses on the neck. "And I think I know just the thing," you added in a whisper.

Your lips on his neck sent shots of electricity up Mark's spine and his grip around your waist tightened. He used one hand to move your face back up across his and he immediately began kissing you, each one more deeper and more passionate than the last. He guided the both of you to his bed where you landed in synchronicity, and his hands were quick to pull up your shirt and unbutton your shorts.

"Mark, hey," you pulled away. "Are you okay?"

He took a deep breath, "Mmhm, I just need you right now."

The redness and look of restraint in his face was, admittedly, driving you crazy too; you resumed kissing him and proceeded to take off his clothes — which were luckily just a T-shirt and shorts — and his hand moved up and down your back until he decided to unhook your bra. He pulled away from your lips and dived down to your chest, sucking on your perky nipples as his one hand rubbed circles over your damp center. He was sending you into a frenzy and when you finally found the strength to speak, it was just his name.

"I need you right now," he repeated as he placed himself on top of you and stripped you of your last article of clothing.

Mark reached over to his bedside table and rolled down a condom in what seemed like mere seconds. Lining himself up to your entrance, you caught a glimpse of his throbbing cock as he fully slid himself inside you. A low moan escaped from both your lips while you adjusted to his length, and he slowly began picking up a rhythm and a steady pace. He leaned down and gave you a sloppy kiss as he moved with more force and speed, his fingers tangling with yours while you both lost yourself to each other.

"I need you," he moaned, "I need you right now."

You kissed him once more and replied breathily, "I'm right here. Fuck, Mark, I'm right here."

Keeping his forehead against yours and his speed and strength building up, he said the two words that brought you crumbling:

"Cum. Now."

The force, the rhythm, and the authority in his voice pushed you over edge. Your thighs tensed then weakened as you entered a whole new state of euphoria, and your soft moans together in the air sounded like a warm, harmonic song. Mark felt himself let go inside you and his pace slowed down to sporadic thrusts until he rolled over next to you, the both of you panting from all the emotions.

"Holy fuck," you said shakily. "That was..."

"Insane," he finished for you as he pulled the condom away and threw it to what he hoped was his trash bin.

"Mmhm," you whispered before turning your head to look at him.

You watched as Mark caught his breath, his sweaty and toned chest moving up and down. He extended his arm above you and you scooted closer, resting your head on his shoulder and placing your hand on his heaving his chest. You laid there in silence, the only audible noise being the humming of the air-conditioner.

"Y/N, I need to tell you something," Mark finally said.

"Yes?" you asked, tracing circles on his chest with your fingertip.

"I don't know how to say it," he started. "So I'm just going to. Don't freak out, please. And if you do, will you let me know so I can—"

"Mark," you cut him off, "just tell me."

He took a deep breath, "I think I'm falling in love with you."

"Really?" you giggled.

"Yeah, really," he replied. "It's cool if you don't... you know, feel the same way or whatever."

You chuckled and planted a tender kiss on his lips. "I feel too, you know," you said. "But I'm glad you said it first."

"Why?" he asked with a smile.

"Because," you shrugged. "If somebody asks, I can tell them you were the first one to break."

Mark laughed and began attacking you with kisses — on your neck, your cheeks, you forehead, your ears, your nose, anywhere he could plant one. You giggled as you tried to get away, feigning weakness while you enjoyed the moment. He finally managed to land a long one your lips, and that one kiss re-energized the heat you were just feeling earlier. His one hand gently cusped your breasts in turns, and you retaliated by rolling on top of him and moving his hands down to your ass. You moaned as Mark gave you a gentle squeeze, and he guided your hips to slowly move against him.

"God, I need you so bad," he said in between kisses.

"I'm all yours, baby," you responded quietly. "All yours, alw—"

"Mark?"

His focus shattered as that familiar voice rang in his ear. You quickly rolled off him, covering yourself with the blanket and looking up at a hovering Eve. Mark grabbed his shorts and quickly put them back on before walking towards Eve, extending his arms out in an attempt to keep her calm.

"Eve, before you say anything—"

"I can't believe you!" she yelled, the tears starting to roll down her cheeks. "I can't believe you would do this to me! I trusted you! I trusted her!" she added, pointing at you.

"Eve, she didn't know. Leave her out of this," Mark replied sternly, lowering his arms. "This is between you and me."

She slowly landed back down on the floor but didn't move a step; Eve was paralyzed with anger and sadness, bu mostly the former. "Why?"

"Look, Eve," he turned to look at you and returned his attention to his sobbing girlfriend. "I'm sorry I lied to you. But the truth is I just... I just stopped loving you. I haven't... loved you for a while now."

"And you couldn't be honest with me?" she asked.

"No, I couldn't," Mark answered, "and I'm sorry you had to find out this way. This is on me, okay?"

Eve sniffled, "Why did you stop loving me?"

"All we did was fight, Eve," he sighed, "all we did was fight and yell at each other until we got so tired of yelling, we'd just fall asleep. Then the next morning it's like nothing happened."

She sniffled and shook her head, still refusing to believe this was happening.

"We never solved anything. We never apologized to each other. It's like we were just staying together for the sake of it, or so that no one in the team could shit on us if we broke up," Mark added. "I'm sorry, Eve. I never meant for it to play out like this."

Eve looked up at him with a stone face, her eyes red and puffy. "I'm gonna fly out of that window, And if you don't follow, it means that you don't wanna solve this," she said, sniffling and pointing at his open bedroom window. "Make your choice, Mark."

He watched as he left her bedroom, the soft gust of wind flipping some of his comic books open. Mark walked towards the window and stared at Eve, who was now flying further and further away. When he could no longer see her silhouette in the sky, he shut his window.

"Mark, aren't you...?"

"No," he shook his head, "I didn't mean for this but I meant what I said to Eve."

He turned around and sat on the edge of the bed, keeping his eyes glued to the floor. "Y/N, I owe you an apology too," he sighed. "I should have told you about Eve. I should have broken it off with her before I started anything with you."

"Mark..."

He finally looked up at you, "I'm sorry, Y/N. I didn't want you to get caught in the middle of this." He sighed again, "I understand if you want to go and never talk to me again because I'm a total piece of shit. But please know I didn't want this to happen."

You sat there and stared at him — Invincible didn't look so invincible right now; he was ashamed and angry at himself. The teenage boy arrogantly flying through the skies like it was no big deal was sitting across you, defeated from the stupid decisions he admittedly made. There was a mixture of fear and embarrassment and sadness and guilt in his eyes, and he was ready for you to just get dressed and leave.

"I'm not going anywhere."

"W... What?"

You shook your head and moved next to him, keeping the blanket over your chest. "I forgive you," you explained to him. "What you did was shitty, yeah, but we all make mistakes. I know I've made my fair share."

"But this was a really big mistake," he said.

"I know," you replied, "but at least you can admit to it and learn from it."

He sighed, "You know, I meant what I said to you earlier... about me... you know, falling in love with you."

"I believe you, and I meant it too.”

You lied back down on the bed and patted the empty space next to you. Mark took up your offer and wrapped you in his arms, his nose buried in your hair as he kept you close to him.

“I promise I will never hurt you like this,” he whispered.

“I know.”

[hqshine]

Hey! It’s me again, I hope you’re well! May I request Kenma, Tsukki and Sakusa w/ a s/o who scratches their hand when anxious or having a panic attack. Sometimes when they scratch too hard it starts to bleed. I’m kinda self projecting- but let’s ignore that. 😅 I love you, please stay safe. And if this request stresses you out too much, please don’t do it. Your mental health is what’s important! 😚

— anxious s/o going through a panic attack —

characters: Kenma, Tsukishima, Atsumu

genre: comfort

type: headcanon

warnings: mentions of anxiety and stress, slight self-harming

note: hi guys, i’m back with this fic after about 130 days lmao. i’ve been going through tons and tons of stress and work because of national exams and i came back to this request and i really wanted to write it for the sake of you guys and myself. @haik-hero hi sweetie, thanks for requesting and waiting! i go through similar things so you’re not alone 🤎 there are more requests in my inbox but i won’t be able to complete most of them, i’m deeply sorry for disappointing you guys and especially to the people who requested. Please stay safe everyone ^^

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this was bad

you could feel how hard your hands were shaking, hear the sounds of your erratic beating and the horrible ache in your chest

stop stop stop stop

you chanted in your mind, desperately seeking some type of method to make it all go away

it was the piles of stress that you accumulated over the past few months, non-stop bickering with your family members, after school activities, homework, friends

you just wanted to stop, go away and never come back

You rubbed your arms up and down, unconsciously using your nails to scratch yourself

the pain, it was nothing but enjoyable

something that would temporarily distract you from all the negative clouds forming in your mind

You hid, curled into a small ball in the corner of your room, eyes filled with tears and hands covering your mouth as you hid your sobs

You were wearing Kenma’s hoodie, his scent enveloping you, giving you a slight sense of comfort and warmth

but it still felt so cold, so lonely, and everything seemed to stand against you

you were scared, afraid, heart filled with panic and you couldn’t see anything else

With blurry vision, you glanced down at the red marks beginning to form on your arm

someone please just—

Warm arms brought you out of your daze

breathing in the familiar scent of him, immediately helped to calm you down

You were too embarrassed to face him, weak you would describe yourself to be

you hid in his chest, letting the tears out as he rubs his hands soothingly up and down your back

“shhh..i’m here, don’t worry, i got you just let it out” kenma mumbled into your hair as he holds you

You must have forgotten the wii date that kenma had scheduled with you

seeing as you didn’t open up the door for kenma when he knocked several times, kenma immediately felt that something was amiss

realising the front door was unlocked, he slipped through, excusing himself while calling out for you

when he found you, curled into a ball, hiding as of you wanted the ground to just swallow you whole, his heart broke

and he immediately felt the urge to wrap his arms around you and protect you from whatever that was causing you to feel anxious

after an hour passed by, you sniffled, lifting your face from his warm chest and gently rubbed your eyes with your arm

you felt the sting as tears came into contact with your scratched up skin

Kenma placed a hand on your cheek, the other intertwining your hand with his

you nuzzled into his warmth, finally looking up at his eyes

you were nervous, he probably thinks you’re a burden now doesn’t he?

but as you stared into his eyes, eyes filled with worry, concern and love. You melt right into them

it brought more tears to your eyes and he gently pushed your face into the crook of his neck while you sat on his lap

“you’re not alone y/n, i’m here” he whispers, kissing the side of your face

he notices the scratches on your arm, but he doesn’t murmur a word, instead he brings your arm to his lips and softly kiss the red marks

when it starts to bleed, he’ll take care of it to the best of his abilities

just tries his hardest to take care of you

“i love you” it comes out sincerely, and he hugs you and eventually brings you to the bed to cuddle for the rest of the day

leaving his game console forgotten on the floor

you didn’t realise your shaky fingers were already pressing the numbers that you knew all too well

and you didn’t really know what to say when he picked up, voice deep and raspy like he had just woken up. Which was probably true. “babe? hello?”

well you expected it given that the time was two in the morning

you didn’t know how it escalated

you were surrounded with piles of homework, projects, essays

it was suffocating and too much

just too much

the stress was eating you alive and you couldn’t even hear yourself think

your breathing became more erratic as you struggled to catch your breath

it frustrated you even more when you couldn’t just couldn’t get a breath of air

your whole body was trembling, and you didn’t know what to do

on instinct, you found yourself dialing the person you had closest to your heart

“t-tsumu? i’m s-so sorry—i just..i d-don’t what to do—please” you managed to choke out as more tears welled up in your eyes

your heart was racing painfully and you could only listen to atsumu as he rushes for his hoodie and shoes, “y/n sweetheart, don’t worry, i’m coming, i won’t hang up and i’ll be there in five okay?” he rushes out

the only response you could give him was the sounds of strangled cries

you stay on call, listening to his pants and curses, his voice giving you some sort of comfort

you waited outside, squatting down on the pavement and looking out for your boyfriend

your nails start to scratch your arms nervously and you focus on the stinging feeling of pain

“y/n” atsumu rushes to you, his phone slipping out of his grip as he wraps his arms around you

the way you looked so scared and vulnerable, eyes red from crying and chest heaving up and down with abnormal speed made his heart twinge with sadness

he wanted to make it all go away, wanted to see your beautiful smile

he wraps his arms around your waist, gently rocking you from side to side as he listen to you cry

when your breathing still hasn’t recovered properly, he takes both of your hands

“baby, i need you to breathe with me okay?”

you nodded shakily and follow his breathing, taking deep and slow breaths, eventually calming down

atsumu presses his lips to the crown of your forehead, just rocking you till you eventually stopped crying

you raise your head to look up at him, his eyes were filled with worry and adoration

atsumu kisses your forehead, nose, cheeks, eyelids and eventually your lips making you smile

“my favourite thing in this damn world” he mumbles smiling with you

he then bends down and grab your thighs, carrying you like a child as you hid in the crook of his neck

“time to get my baby some sleep, if you wanna talk about it, we’ll do it tomorrow” he says bringing you to your room

when he notices your red marks, he’ll tsk lightly at you but clean you up and then press more kisses to your arm

“Y/n i want you to follow my breathing okay? we can do it” tsukishima says in a surprisingly affectionate tone

your eyes were clouded with tears and your hands were nervously scratching your arms when tsukishima found you in your room

the two of you were supposed to study together but with all the stress from upcoming examinations, you felt yourself spiral into a world of nervousness and anxiety

your hands were shaking but tsukishima knew what to do, as he takes both hands into his and focus on you stabilising your breathing

when he notices that your breathing is now back to normal but your hands were still shaking, he gently slides you into his lap, cuddling you like a baby

“y/n? could you do me a favour and name me some things or colours you see in the room?” he says as he wraps his arms around you

this was how he eventually got you to calm down from all the negative feelings you were facing

you eyes were growing more heavy as you felt a wave of tiredness overtake you

hours spent on studying instead of getting a good night’s rest eventually caught up to you as you felt yourself dozing off in tsukishima’s arms

he shakes his head, “silly girl, don’t make me worry so much” he whispers, pressing a kiss to the side of your head

he lets you rest in his lap, as he gets his stuff out form his back and begin to revise with you in his arms

when you awoke, you’d realise he had left some study notes for you

[sageinacage]

y'know how jumpy tommy was in the amusement park vlog,, what if after the vlog they're hanging out at wilbur's place and wilbur keeps trying to scare him, eventually finding out tommy's ticklish :0

Scaredy Cat summary: wilbur was messing with tommy all day and trying to scare him, until he figured out something interesting a/n: i'm really sorry for not writing in a while D: expect more fics coming soon! like half of my inbox got cleared so feel free to send in requests :D also im working on adding titles to all my fics LOL warnings: swearing, jokes about unsafe roller coasters w/c: 1.2k IRL, Platonic

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All day, Wilbur has just been a nuisance. Starting on the way to the amusement park, Wilbur was explaining to Tommy the dangers of roller coasters. Well- trying to; over Phil’s scolding, it was hard to continue to inform Tommy without bursting into laughter.

Though, because of his fear of roller coasters and Wilbur’s “information,” Tommy was on edge all day- jumping and getting startled at the smallest things; and Wilbur was not helping at all. “Are you okay, Tom? You’re really jumpy, dude.” Phil gave him a sympathetic smile, trying not to laugh when the boy angrily groaned. “I’m not jumpy!” He grumbled out, looking forward.

Wilbur heard this and let out a chuckle, before lunging at Tommy and faking it out. The poor blonde jumped then immediately crossed his arms. “Stoppit!” He whined, furrowing his eyebrows at both Wilbur and Phil’s chortles.

“Mate, you are definitely jumpy. Calm down, it's going to be okay!”

“It would be okay if the failure rate for roller co-”

“Will!”

Tommy groaned again, shoving Wilbur. “Shut up, bitch!” He exclaimed, Wilbur playfully laughing at him and Phil letting out a few chuckles with a shake of his head. “You two, I swear.” Phil wheezed, rolling his eyes.

“It’s not my fault that I’m angry, Wilbur is being a dic- AH- Will!” Tommy shrieked and bent down trying to catch himself after the taller one decided it would be funny to lunge at Tommy again. Wilbur wheezed, patting his back. “It’s okay Toms, you’ll be a lot more scared on ‘The Smiler’ later, bud!” He sniggered, earning another eye roll from Phil.

“Stop saying that, you dickhead!” Tommy muttered, Wilbur giggling to himself. All day at the amusement park was the same, Wilbur trying to push Tommy’s buttons and Phil scolding him about it while also trying to hold back his own chuckles.

Eventually, the day was ending, and after they all rode the final coaster named ‘The Smiler,’ they decided to walk towards the exit of the park. “Will, I hope you know that I hate you. Very much, in fact.” Tommy straightened his back, glaring to the side at him. “No, you doooon’t!” Wilbur sang, squishing his little brother into a side hug which earned a dramatic grumble from him.

“I swear I cannot take you guys anywhere.” Phil joked, smiling at them. “Yeah Tommy, we can’t take you anywh-”

“Will.”

“Yeah Will- STOP!” Tommy didn’t have time to sass him before being jumpscared, pouting as he climbed into the car to be temporarily safe from Wilbur jumping at him.

The car ride home was surprisingly quiet. It was a comfortable silence, though; as they were all a bit tired from spending all day at Alton Towers. As they got closer to Wilbur’s place, that’s when the chaos started up again.

“Hey Tommy, did you know that cars are even more dangerous than roller coasters?” He smirked as he kept his eyes on the road, laughing as he heard Tommy’s loud whine, leaning back in his seat with crossed arms. “You’re dead to me.” He muttered under his breath, Phil picking up on what he said with a chortle.

When they got back to Wilbur’s place, Tommy was the first to run in and lay on the couch, finally not in a vehicle of some sort. The other two came in after him, snickering at the sight of Tommy sprawled out on the couch.

Wilbur grinned, tip-toeing up to the couch and reaching over to squeeze his side. Instead of the surprised shriek he expected, he was met with unexpected cackles. “What? Is being scared all of a sudden funny?” He asked with an amused look, putting his hands on his hips. “It’s not fuhunny!” Tommy complained, rubbing his side to get rid of the sudden after-tingles.

“Then why are you laughing- ohhh…I see...” Wilbur smiled at his realization. His little brother was a little ticklish, supposedly. “I don’t like that tone, Will. I don’t like it at ahAHAHALL- Nohoho!” Tommy burst into loud laughter at the hands that were attached to his lower ribs, squeezing gently. “Ah, so you are ticklish! I was wondering for a while!” Wilbur exclaimed innocently, smiling fondly at the boy.

“Sh- shuhut up! Phihil hehelp meheheheeee!” Tommy whined through his giggle fit, throwing his head back as his ‘attacker’s hands moved to his waist right above his hips. “I’m good, mate. I’m gonna go order pizza, does that sound good?” Phil asked, looking at the menu on his phone.

“Yeah! Tommy and I will share a pepperoni pizza!” Wilbur talked to Phil like he wasn’t tickling Tommy at the time, making it even worse for the blond. “Wilbuhuhur!” He complained again, weakly pushing at his hands but they didn’t budge. “Oh, sorry! Don’t worry, my full attention is on you now!” Wilbur smirked, fluttering his nails over the sides of his stomach, Tommy’s t-shirt not providing much protection.

“SHIHIHIT! YOHohou bihiHITCH!” He squealed, jerking away from the fingers which found his hips. “Hey hey hey! I wouldn’t be so mean, Toms, I think I just found a good spot!” The taller devilishly sniggered, lightly drilling his thumbs into the bundle of nerves on his hip bones. Tommy screeched, accidentally arching up more into the tickles and hitting at his hands. “WHIHIHHIY?!” Loud belly laughter poured out of him, making both Wilbur and Phil smile at the genuine laughter.

“Because I like your laugh, Tommy! Also- you kinda deserve it after calling me a bitch all day…” He tried to sound upset from it, but couldn’t hold back his chuckles from Tommy’s embarrassed high-pitched giggles. “N- NOHOHOHO!” Tommy wheezed, shaking his head as his laughter turned hiccupy at Wilbur’s fingers skittering up his ribs, scribbling in between the grooves of his upper ribs; which earned screamy laughter from the boy.

“Uh ohhhh~, bad spot, Tommy?” Wilbur teased, his fast fingers turning into just gliding his nails around his ribs which surprisingly raised Tommy’s laughter. Wilbur teasingly chuckled, tracing random shapes into his ribs before unexpectedly shooting them up to scribble into Tommy’s underarms, the hands that were previously covering his face shooting down.

Wilbur managed to pull out his hands from Tommy’s iron grip, smiling at him before scribbling them over his stomach once again.

“N’awww, there’s that smile! Tickle tickle tickle, Tommy!” That absolute bitch. Tommy could not stand any baby talk, as his pink face began to turn into a bright red. Wilbur, clearly amused by this, continued to use the same technique. “What’s wrong? Does somebody have a little ticklish tummy? Hmmm?” He cooed in that horrible baby voice, grinning at him.

“Alright you two, quit it! I need to call to order the pizza!” Phil yelled from the kitchen, Wilbur sighing but slowing his fingers. “Thahank g- gohohod!” Tommy continued to giggle just from the adrenaline of being wrecked, curling up into a ball once Wilbur got off of him.

“Don’t worry Tommy, I’ll make sure to continue after dinner!” He laughed, patting Tommy’s head and going to walk to the kitchen. Tommy smiled to himself at that, immediately covering his face after. Wilbur was evil, but was he ever going to complain about that? Probably not.

[f1crecs]

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nsfw: By a thread by @mctwinkdom | 5k | E

Oscar and Lando have a text conversation about thongs – things escalate from there. I loved the formatting of this fic, the texting really works well as a structure and the rest is filled up by the authors lovely characterization of both Lando and Oscar. I especially love Oscar being his normal aloof self, a little bit nervous about his new teammate (but so so in to it when the convo turns spicy) while Lando is just a strange little horny boy with a liking for ”thongs”.

Oscar raises an eyebrow. He thought his answer was pretty straightforward, didn’t think he’d have to spell it out for Lando. (me): I wasn’t talking about shoes in my tweet” Now that would teach him. Fucking British. Always thinking they have full powers over the English language. Okay, granted, maybe they invented it but still.

Sanctus by debrief | T | 5.5k

This is a renaissance au with lovers to enemies (and back), beginning with Oscar serving Lando's high-status family. What I like: This is some of the most incredible writing I've encountered. Not only is it a masterclass in non-linear narratives, but it's packed with striking imagery and fascinating power dynamics. There are phrases and sentences in this fic that I can quote off the top of my head. It's immersive and heart-wrenching and beautiful.

'Lando had been blithe, Oscar had been brave. They were seventeen and unforgivably naive. It was a time of spires, domes, cathedrals, rebirth celebrated at the heart of the greatest city-state this side of the world. A war of high art and marginalized decadence, long expanses of moon-kissed skin bathed in gratuitous bathos, love and lust flirting vows over gilt-framed canvases commissioned by wealthy nobles who have known neither.'

legerdemain by anonymous | Not Rated | 5.8k

Oscar gets roped into teaching Lando how to play chess, and quickly finds out that Lando's endgame is a lot more complicated than it seems. I loved this fic for a variety of reasons - firstly because of the way that the author's love for and understanding of chess shines through so clearly. And secondly, the characterisation of both Lando and Oscar is complex and witty and so fitting to who they both are. Lando is cheeky and a little weird and far sharper than he lets on, and Oscar is dry and matter-of-fact and unexpectedly into Lando. This is one of those fics that can get you sold on the Lando/Oscar pairing if you were initially uncertain about it - the slow build-up of tension and realisation is brilliantly captured, with chess and chess strategy being used to build UST between these two in a way that feels perfectly fitting to them.

'“Gotcha,” Lando says. “So like. D’you prefer blowjobs?” He moves the white rook to attack the hanging pawn and figures out the rest of the endgame puzzle pretty effortlessly.'

soft vanilla foreplay by anonymous | M | 7k

AU. Lando, a member of a Robin Hood style crime group, meets Oscar, who turns out to be a cat-hybrid vigilante superhero himself. Oscar joins Lando’s gang. Together they fight injustice (by doing crime). This fic is really well written and incredibly funny. It leans hard into the cat-Oscar joke - Oscar is very catlike in all the best ways and has some mannerisms that made me think the author definitely has one. Their meet-cute is hilarious and sets the tone for the entire fic.

' “No, I actually inherited the genes from my ancestors, who came from a planet of felids.” “Excuse me, did you mean a planet of furries?” “No, Jesus, Lando,” Oscar says emphatically, then he’s laughing, crinkling eyes and soft cheeks and bunny teeth. God, he’s so fucking cute. “No, I was found, um,” Oscar says, sobering from the laugh. He takes a deep breath. “In a handbag. Someone left me on the. Doorstep of a stranger’s house.” Lando looks up and gauges Oscar’s expression. He’s telling the truth. “I don’t know why I’m a cat,” Oscar says. Makes this shrugging expression without actually shrugging. “So…” Lando says. “How did you find out?” “Well. For one, I can speak to cats,” Oscar answers. Huh. This probably explains all the neighbourhood cats serenading Oscar from his balcony so much. “Okay,” Lando says, taking it all in stride. “And you fight crime by night?” “I work graveyard shifts at the supermarket,” Oscar says. “Yeah. Part-time. That’s three out of seven nights.” And Oscar is with Lando for two or three of the four remaining nights (they fuck every evening though) (and morning). Anyways, the maths doesn’t add up. Oscar sighs. “Well, I.” He pauses. “I climb up to fancy penthouses of people who run trust mills, and I take stuff. Then I redistribute.” Oh. Lando is mouthing the oh. “You’re a cat burglar,” Lando whispers it like it’s the funniest secret ever.'

nsfw: Needs Improvement by @strawberry-daiquiris | 7.1k | E

Zak tells Oscar his 'teammate communication' needs improvement. Mark sends him to a 'Psychic, Clairvoyant, Sorcerer' who ends up doing some voodoo that leads to Oscar and Lando being able to read each others' thoughts. Its got great characterisations and some humour mixed in with some angst and, of course, some smut. Plus one of the first Landoscar fics I read and it really drew me in.

'If he’s really that worried, Mark suggests, he could see a sports psychologist. Someone who can advise him how to work with Lando, really get to the core of what it means to be a good teammate. They could even do sessions together. “Like couples therapy.” Mark grins, clapping Oscar on the shoulder. “Only worse, because you won’t get any sex out of it.” The irony, really, is that Oscar and Lando don’t not get on. He’d actually thought they were doing pretty well. Lando laughs at his jokes, Oscar smiles through his stories. They don’t see eye to eye on music, or hobbies, or the taste of fish, but none of those things matter on track anyway. Even more ironic is that Oscar really wouldn’t mind having sex with Lando, if he’s honest.'

nsfw: Never have I ever by @mctwinkdom | E | 13k

Lando and Oscar play a game of Never Have I Ever, and it leads to some interesting revelations. Although its majority (very good) smut, this was a very heartwarming fic. The dialogue is fun and keeps you reading more. The characterisation of them feels realistic!

'But there was something between them, without shape or name, something that made them avert their gaze after staring at each other for one second too long, something that made them slightly jump if their hands were to brush. Something Lando had named in his mind: “I wanna fuck my teammate: the Remix”, in bold orange (papaya) letters with some glitter and fireworks.'

we are all in the butter but some of us are looking at the cars by xiaoluclair | T | 14.3k

Oscar's first season in F1 is about reaching the stars. It becomes about reaching Lando, too. The timing of this one feels very real to me, the way pieces slowly slot into place. The author places threads and waits until the end to pull on all of them, and it's lovely.

'Peer pressure, thinks Oscar, this is peer pressure. But Lando keeps it held out, eyes on Oscar and Oscar. Oscar takes the damn shoe. It’s probably one of the oddest experiences of his life. When he lowers it again, can feel the thin river of it cold on his chin, Lando’s still looking at him. Crows have walked in the skin beside his eyes.A minute later, Oscar watches him tip his head back, shoe against his mouth. Light shines through the gap and, just for a moment, it looks like he is swallowing the sun itself.'

nsfw: carried away by venerat | E | 22.1k

AU, non drivers. Lando impulsively asks Oscar to pretend to be his boyfriend to make an ex jealous. Oscar agrees, even though it's probably a bad idea when he likes Lando so much. Lando gradually comes to realise he is in love with Oscar. I am crazy for the fake dating trope. This has all the best parts of it - miscommunication, angst, gradual feelings realisation from the POV character and obvious pining from the other. Venerat is so good at this and the fic is a lovely journey. The characterisations are perfect, especially Oscar and his natural talent for understatement, which muddies the waters a bit.

'If there was anything Oscar would do, it was was focus very intently on the task assigned to him, until he got it exactly fucking right. That was what made him perfect for this particular task: the task of being Lando’s boyfriend. Fake boyfriend. “Okay,” Lando said, clearing his throat. “Stunning. Was thinking, maybe we could try it out at the cinema tomorrow.” He, Oscar, and the Lefrères were going to see the new Bond film. It was the perfect opportunity to be dickish and in love, as far as Lando was concerned. “Just didn’t want you to get all jumpy if I touched you,” he explained. “If that’s alright. Like. Yeah.” Oscar nodded. “Got it. Sounds good, mate. I’ll be, er, ready.” It was nice to be around such passion. Lando rolled his eyes. He was smiling inside, when he thought it. But Oscar did have some capacity to surprise him. Before Lando fucked off, Oscar stepped forward, closing the normal non-sexual gap between them, and wrapped Lando in a light hug. It was nothing—Oscar’s arms were barely even squeezing him—but Lando’s breath still caught in his chest like a stupid fucking idiot, freezing inside the hug. “Have a good one,” Oscar said when he drew back. He was pink, which made Lando feel better, given that his own ears were warming. Okay. They clearly needed practice. Desperately, in fact. “You too, babe,” Lando said, and winked. Then, before he could embarrass himself further, he spun on his heel and walked out.'

nsfw: climb up to your lips by @scenetocause | E | 28k (wip)

This fic is Lando/girl!Oscar (the always-a-different-sex trope). Lando has a massive crush on his teammate. He also has a submissive streak that starts to express itself around her. As their relationship develops, she picks up on this and starts finding ways to take care of him. They’re both a bit inexperienced at relationships and sex in general. I just love these two. They’re both slightly weird and awkward and don’t quite fit with anyone else but are turning out to be perfect for one another. It’s a learning curve for them both.

“Yeah, fuck.” Lando has to tilt his head back onto the sofa. He can feel it in his arse, where she touched him. He might feel it for the rest of his life. “Yeah, I. Fuck.” “Later.” she says, like a promise. It takes him a moment to work out she means them, later. Fucking. Which might be ambitious because he currently feels like he needs a refractory period of about a decade, after that one but he won’t spoil her dreams just yet. She's acidic, clever as ever in debrief and brutal in the way she deconstructs her own, botched Q3. Lando's probably staring at her a bit lovestruck but he's been doing that all season anyway so no one has to know it's over the phantom sensation of her inside him. Despite the lecture from Zak earlier Oscar tucks him under her arm on the drive from the hotel, playing with his hair. He's actually less worried about being killed by Andrea or whatever now but still doesn't get his phone out because he hasn't had time to clean up his insta follows and he doesn't want Oscar to think he's into anyone else. For someone who doesn't seem to think much of herself, she seems fairly assured he likes her. Which might, in retrospect, be something to do with the best part of a year he spent broadcasting that to her before he'd even realised it himself.'

already home by @nyoomfruits | T | 32.5k

Lando marries Oscar, his best friend and roommate, to keep his family from worrying about him so much. This is an absolute gem. It's sweet, funny, cozy, and the dynamic between the pairing and their friends is delightful.

“Yeah, well, you’re marrying me, so,” Lando says, sticking out his tongue, and Oscar laughs, that loud, bursting out of him laugh he does sometimes where he completely folds his body in half. Lando hides his self-satisfied smirk behind another bite of his pancake, and pretends like he isn’t committing the little laugh lines in the corner of Oscar’s eyes to his memory.'

thank you to @singsweetmelodies, @ocontraire, @maaxverstappen, @lydia-petze, @frickinsweet & @welightitup for compiling this list 🧡

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help i just imagined if you and peter were watching a movie and a tickle scene came on that made you visibly flustered he would look at you with the exact same expression he did in that chocolate house scene with gwen in tasm1 skfhksbdkahdkshdksdhka

STAHHHHHHHHHP OMFG AHABSJDJSJSJSJDD ANON THIS IS SO CUTE AND I CAN'T STOP SMILING 🥰

Just cause you mentioned it I went back a rewatched the chocolate house scene and it only gets cuter the more I watch it 😭 (THE WAY HE'S JUST PEEKING OVER THE ARM OF THE CHAIR WITH THAT SMILE ON HIS FACE- AND THE WAY HE SAYS "CHOCOLATE HOUSE" ANSKSJSJS. HE'S SUCH A CINNAMON ROLL I'M BOUT TO CRY)

On the real, t-word scenes showing up in movies is so flustering- Deadass at this point there are movies where I know a t-word scene is coming and I act like I was already distracted away from the movie in the first place. I'm really out here like:

Back to the headcanon, Peter would just glance over during a tickle scene (as he does throughout the entirety of any movie or show y'all ever watch together because he just loves looking at you 🥺) and he'll see all the telltale signs that you're flustered, i.e. squirming, averting your eyes or biting your lip, fiddling with your sleeves, subconsciously shielding your sides with your arms, and he'll also feel the heat on your cheeks or ears from the blood rushing to your face because let's be real, he loves being close to you so he'd be close enough to know when your face is hot.

He connects the dots immediately (doesn't matter if this is how he finds out you're ticklish and like being tickled, or if he already knows and this is your usual reaction every time you two watch a movie and there's a tickling scene) and he gives you that adorable cheeky smile. (And even with the stubble and different hair he's still the same precious cinnamon roll he's always been)

And even though it's such an adorable smile and he's looking at you all lovey-dovey, within seconds he's launched a full on tickle attack.

"PFFAHAHAHAAA! PEHEHEHETER! NOHOHOHOOOO!"

*cue him GIGGLING as he's tickling the living daylights out of you because he is absolute and utterly in love and seeing you in midst of laughing at his doing just makes his heart melt 🥺*

His tickle attacks are made worse by the fact that eventually, he will just start full on recreating the tickle scenes (as he finds out, you absolutely malfunction when he does so)

^ This right here would kill me. Completely. (There are a few t-word scenes that come to mind immediately and I can't handle it- HELP AHSKAJSJSKSJ)

Oh my lord y'all are so creative 😭🧡 THIS IS SO CUTE. Anon you are a treasure and I thank you for blessing my inbox with such an adorable headcanon 🥺