#but it’s the most lovely tender miscommunicative story

[secret-smut-sideblog]

Nightcall

Gale x F! Tav (named)

PG-13 implied trauma, miscommunication, tenderness, loneliness, love triangle dynamics, touch starved, wandering hands, feelings developing

Gale had been spellbound by her, one of the many in that predicament. He was resigned to his one-sided longing until she sought him out after seeing another...

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"I'll see you at the party, right?" She smiled, settling down next to him. Wiping her armor.

His heart constricted. Staring at her brilliance.

"Yes." He breathed.

She was a vision, truly. Like her whole body had been dipped in golden light. Long waves of yellow hair, tinged with orange. Olive skin, freckles smattering across her nose. The endless gold hues only broken in her eyes, a hauntingly pale blue, nearly grey.

And of course, the tattoo.

It was naturally what people first saw. Curling geometric patterns from the crest of her hairline to the dip of her neck. As if someone had laid gold foil over her in the most lovingly intricate patterns.

It had stunned him to silence when she had pulled him from that stone, eyes getting lost.

She had waited patiently for his mind to restart, arms crossed, standing feet apart.

Catching, he introduced himself as he had intended. Harnessing enough tact to keep his burning curiosity to himself.

Something he became glad for. As they traveled near every person they met had endless questions. Sometimes full-on strangers walking up and pushing invasive inquiries.

Her answers changed like the wind, though she did have a favorite handful of responses.

"An old sacred elf rite of passage."

"Ah, I spent time on a secluded island. Things get wild."

"All wood elves have tattoos, most of them are in places you can't see."

It was honestly impressive how many quips she had on hand. But she probably had ample practice, given the fade of the tattoo.

Only once did she falter.

When they had met Halsin for the first time, he had done the same hypnotized gaze as Gale had at first. And like for him, she had waited.

The druids eyes seemed to light in recognition.

"A morninglord?"

Her body tensed.

"Pardon?" Her tone was casual, smooth. Betraying the tight muscles in her shoulders.

"A child of Lathander, yes? Or am I mistaken?"

"You are."

The silence that held the air was sharp. She offered no more clarification and continued on to ask about Moonrise.

It had been left at that, though their party exchanged glances.

"Well, now I have more questions." Astarion intoned, side eyeing her as they wandered away to search chests.

"I don't know, Fangs. It's clearly a sore subject, I'd say let it drop." Karlach hushed.

"But don't you want to know?" He retorted, exasperated.

"We all want to know. Whether it's any of our business is an entirely different story." Gale sniped, suddenly feeling protective.

"Oh, boo. Why did I get saddled with the goody two shoes..." He scoffed, walking away exuding haughtiness.

As soon as Astarion was out of earshot Karlach turned to him, fervor in her eyes.

"I really really want to know."

Gale smiled. "Of course you do. There must be a good story there."

The tattoo only aided her pull, a silver tongue and a propensity for persuasion. Everything about her had a magnetic pull. A practiced fluid grace in the way she moved, flowing through the world.

He was genuinely shocked when she said she was a bard.

"Really? I would've pegged you for a cleric, maybe a monk. Bards are usually so..."

"Theatrical?" She smiled, leaning her chin on hand.

"That's a word for it."

It wasn't until he heard her play that he understood.

The way that she leaned into her violin, eyes closed. The pull of her bow a deliberate reverent movement.

Though she would often oblige the frequent more upbeat song requests, whenever he found her playing alone it was always the slower songs. The call of her violin a mournful wail, soaring over him.

People naturally leaned towards her, willing to follow her to the ends of the earth.

He was no different, but he did try to be an asset. Filling in gaps with his talents as he could find them. Figured if he could make himself at least slightly indispensable, he wouldn't get left behind.

Now, the revelery of the tiefling party in full swing he caught sight of her. Heading towards Astarion, that beckoning look in his eyes. Gale's heart sank, but he couldn't blame her. He was... well, Astarion. All sensuality and enthralling beauty.

When she turned from him as they finished talking, he trailed his eyes along her, smirking.

She headed over to him then, smiling warmly. He tried to hide the strain in his face.

"Hello, Gale." Her low melodic voice played his name like a harp.

"Ah, hello. Busy tonight, I wager?" He immediately winced, his words coming out far more clipped than he intended.

"Possibly, I'm not certain yet. There is someone I would enjoy spending some time with tonight."

"Well, Astarion is a solid pick. A little bitey for my tastes, but don't let me deter you from having fun."

Her head tilted slightly, peering into him.

Feeling like a bug under a magnifying glass, he cleared his throat.

It was unfair how beautiful she was, all dignified sloping lines. A heart shaped face further accentuated by a sharp jaw. Slanted fox eyes. Pouty flushed lips. Nose slightly hooked.

He could see a statue being made in her likeness.

Honestly it made sense for her to be with Astarion, they were both breathtaking.

Such an arresting creature giving someone like him the time of day was frankly silly.

"I could be persuaded otherwise..." She stepped a little closer to him.

Heat rising to his neck, he laughed. Surely he was reading this wrong.

"Oh I'll be here for less intense activities. The orb, you know. Don't let me spoil your fun. Go on, indulge."

She seemed uncertain for a moment but eventually left. Giving him one last look over her shoulder.

A stab of longing struck through him, impaling through his stomach.

Ah, loneliness. That familiar companion.

A book propped on his knee he tried to bury his head in literature, Weaving a light inside the cave of his tent.

It was late, he should get some rest. But yearning was eating his stomach.

How embarrassing, he was far too old to have a crush.

He sighed and shut the book decisively.

"Are you still awake?"

He jumped at her soft voice.

"Aurum? I thought you'd be... uh, indisposed."

The edge of his tent flap lifted and her glacial eyes asked for entry.

"Please, come in." He tried to smother the eagerness in his throat.

She closed the flap and tied it down.

His mouth got dry at that. Further more when he realized she was just draped in a robe.

"I have a strange request, if you'll indulge me."

She sat gracefully on knees across from him. Her long hair loose over her shoulders, falling curtain in front of her as she lowered. The two puncture marks in her neck making his stomach tighten.

Anything. You can ask for anything.

"If I could be of service, I'm more than willing to help."

She seemed to hesitate for a moment, possibly reconsidering.

Thoughtlessly he leaned forward, taking her hand. Holding it gently between both of his. Hoping his earnestness reached her.

She seemed to relax then, smiling at him in that serene way that made him feel dizzy.

"Can you hold me for the night?"

He blinked. Shock tore through him.

"Yes! I mean, of course."

She smiled wider at him, hand between his turning, rubbing the thin skin of his wrist with her thumb.

Just that small sensation was sending jolts of pleasure across his body.

"Our vampire friend not one for cuddling I assume?"

He felt like he was already pushing it. But she just laughed.

Gods, it strummed a buzzing joy in his chest whenever he could get her to laugh. The sound like wind chimes.

"No. Certainly not. Honestly, I'm not even sure he likes me at all." She pulled close to him on knees, settling onto his bedroll.

He felt like he was holding his breath, not entirely sure this wasn't a dream.

"Well, he's a damned fool if he couldn't see what he had tonight."

She looked up at him then, eyes wide and vulnerable.

His heart was surely pounding loud enough to hear.

She pulled him down with her. Laying him back, she rested her head on his chest, long legs curling up around his. Slender fingers resting over where the orb lay. A contented sigh left her, and he thought he would melt.

Curling his arm around her back, he took the hand over his heart into his, threading their fingers.

"I knew I picked the right person. You're very good at this." He could hear the smile in her voice.

Now she had a front row seat to his thumping heart. But she only nuzzled down further.

"It's a shock to us both. I am not, ahem, practiced in this."

That was a great understatement.

"I have faith that one day you'll let me give you a compliment." Her voice was hushed, drifting.

He chuckled, pulling her hair away from her face. Fingers brushing over her scalp for a moment.

"Mmm, that's nice." She sighed.

He repeated the motion, encouraged. Carding his fingers gently through her silken hair.

Her breath became slow, evening out.

With a heady shot of accomplishment, he realized she was asleep.

Letting his eyes close he submerged himself in this feeling, in this moment.

Truly, he couldn't have imagined the serenity, the puddling he would've felt here. Her body the perfect weight on his, warming him through like the morning sun. Bliss in its entirety.

She pulled further into him, her leg curling up more. The robe falling back, revealing her bare hip.

He almost reached to pull it back over but was hypnotized again.

The line of her plush thighs flowed into hip, leading up in a mesmerizing arch. Creasing along the joint of her curled leg. A teasing dip inside the arch that would perfectly fit his hand. Like it was designed for that exact purpose.

He was absolutely pushing it, but he was nothing if not ambitious.

He slid the hand holding her back downward. Watching her body closely for any discomfort.

When his hand slid over the exposed skin, he had to bite back a moan. Velvet soft. His fingers couldn't help but splay, spreading to get as much contact as he could fit in his reach.

The sight of his wide hand spread over the curves of her sent him reeling.

Just as he had suspected, he slid his hand into that divot perfectly. Utterly entranced by the sight.

That some part of him could fit into her was inconceivable.

She reached across his chest and wrapped around his ribs. Head pushing up to fold into the curve of his neck. Letting out a sweet little whine. Soft breathing washing over his skin like the tide.

The smell of her hair oils wrapped around his head in a slow haze. Lavender and orange blossom.

Head turning into hers, he started to drift. Before he knew it had fallen into a deep sleep.

Bird song lilting through the air, something roused him. Looking bleary-eyed around his tent. Feeling an absence.

Alone.

Another song hung in the air. A clear bell of a voice rising high above.

Like a siren song, it pulled him from his tent.

It was very early, the sun just peeking over the mountains, world still bathed blue. The rest of the camp snoring.

Following the voice, he came upon Aurum sitting in the grass. Knees together, hands resting on her lap. Something near prayer.

Her head was leaned back, calling out only in high haunting tones. A wordless questioning cry.

It stole his breath away. Spellbound.

Her singing would stop in phrases, as if waiting for a response. Starting the wordless hymn over again.

After a third time, she fell quiet. Head falling forward.

The air felt heavy with loss, her hands opening in her lap.

He stepped back quietly, hand to his chest. A hollow sweeping pain pulling through it.

Returning to camp he started a low fire, putting the kettle over it. Finding his best tea that he had stashed away.

Setting up two cups.

He would have to get used to waking up early.

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Part 2

[lgbtiwtv]

hey sorry but the greatest most tragically beautiful vampire love story of all time that I wrote? with the obsession and earth shattering love and miscommunication and tenderness? yeah it’s only one chapter. no it won’t ever be mentioned again. yeah one half of the relationship is eventually written out of the series. sorry

[fuckyeahgoodomensfanfic]

Good Omens Fic Rec: Epistolary

“Dear Diary, Today I encountered that most interesting phenomenon that is pornographic cinematography." Or Crowley discovers Aziraphale's personal diaries. What starts as some light reading about the 14th century (which wasn't light at all, oh, and I suppose the 'pornographic cinematography' as well) slowly turns into something *much more* complex.

Length: 93,801

AO3 Rating: Explicit / Spice Level 🔥🔥🔥🔥

Best for: At Home, Angst, Romance, Through the Ages

Triggers: None

Read it here, fic by imposterssyndrome

*Minor Spoilers* In this story we are post season 2 and Crowley discovers Aziraphale's private diaries. I could have read an entire fic solely of these Aziraphale diary entries. They were beautifully written and I love the descriptions of his sketches. I sometimes forget it’s canon that he keeps a diary and draws very well. It’s nice to not only be reminded, but have a story use that fact to its full advantage. Please fan artists, I'm begging you to draw out the scenes from the 14th century. It’s so tender! Oh the yearning!!

Crowley has excellent chemistry with Nina, Maggie and Muriel here. I loved him softening up to them and allowing himself to have friends. Nina especially was written excellently. Crowley and Nina are very similar so are able to trust and find common ground easily. Maggie recommending Crowley new music was a wonderful idea that now I must headcanon. Though most of the music featured was not to my personal taste (sorry!), the lyrics were excellently picked! It was a clever use of the canon way Crowley affects the music and tv screens around him. Somehow the music knows exactly what's going on inside him as he reads through the diaries.

I love the way this works as a through the ages type of story through the diary entries. We get a peak at their past and they finally break down their own version of events. We all know one of their core issues is miscommunication. Here it takes that concept and runs with it, forcing them to acknowledge where they made mistakes and assumed rather than understood. It's such a great idea to have them able to express themselves better through writing rather than talking. I admit that even in my life it's way easier to have a text conservation about important things. Don't worry they'll find their way through it eventually. Some entries will gut you, others will leave you giddy with love and laughter. You will definitely be engaged for the entire journey.

This stands somewhere in between a safe in public/at home read. There are sex scenes, but you're given a heads up incase you want to skim/skip. I read this mostly in public on my phone, but I think it falls a little more on the better to be at home side.

Read it here, fic by imposterssyndrome

[rocco-ko]

GO ending makes me so fucking angry! Not because it was bad. Oh no, the writing was brilliant. And not because it hurt my feelings. Yes, I still feel like my soulmate just left me forever... but damn, it is Neil's story and his choice to end it that way.

What I absolutely hate, is how this ending changed the way people see and understand aziracrow's relationship. And no, it has nothing to do with the kiss. I am talking about the "miscommunication" and "divorce" jokes.

The reason why this story is so precious to me, is this absolutely pure, beautifully stupid, obscure love. This love is everywhere: in every word, every look and every touch. That love doesn't belong to this world as it was born in the vastness of space... far far away.

Their love belong to eternity, but two angels who share it, are bound to the human realm. That is the magic – the soul of this story. The magic is so strong, it made me believe it exits among us.

Before the 2nd season premiere most of the GO fandom agreed that Ineffable husbands was that one ship to have it all: trust, understanding, tenderness, support and a lot of faith in each other. And guess what? Those things are simply impossible without communication!

Before the S2 ending Aziraphale and Crowley's relationship felt like the only right thing in the whole universe. And what is happening now? "Aziraphale and Crowley need to go to therapy", "They are divorced.", "They need to stay away from each other and grow... " blah blah blah and lots of other smart psychological stuff.

It just feels so fundamentally wrong – to apply human solutions and explanations. It ruins the magic. I need to believe in magic. I need to believe in the ineffable story of stupid love...

I need to believe, this is the story where love wins ♥️

P.S. I didn't mean to offend anyone by writing this. The truth is that I still can't get over that ending and it would be nice to find somebody to feel it together 😢 But if, by any chance, my words seem rude or triggering, l'm so sorry

[littlecherryhuanlin]

The First Snow- Johnny Suh

This story is part of a special series for Christmas, you can follow the updates on the calendar, for more content feel free to check my masterlist.

Word Count: 0.62k

Warnings: fluff, a little bit of angst, established relationship, overwork (implicit), subtle mentions of relationship problems such as lack of quality time and miscommunication.

The smell of hot chocolate invaded Johnny's nostrils while YN placed two cups full of the warm liquid on the table in front of him, a shiver running through his body when his cold hands touched the hot object, the design on the mug making him smile unconsciously reminding him of Jisung, YN soon slipped into the boy's lap, quickly covering herself with a double blanket and picking up her Anna mug that matched his one.

It was relatively cold and any ordinary person would have been locked inside under warm blankets, but not them; Johnny had insisted that they should stay out in the yard waiting for the snow, the one he claimed was coming today. Johnny had checked as many meteorology channels as he could, and if he said he hadn't been over-enthusiastic with most of them agreeing that the snow should arrive that week in Seoul he would be lying.

- We're going to get sick - said the girl taking a sip of the brown liquid and turning around to get a marshmallow from her boyfriend's cup - and I still don't understand why.

- We won't get sick - he placed the cup on the table pulling his girlfriend's hood around, placing it where it should be, and leaving a light touch on her nose - if you dress appropriately for the occasion.

- Occasion? An event in our backyard that we don't even know if it will happen- She said retorting only to have her boyfriend pulling her close while sticking his head in her neck almost making her drop the cup in her hands while muttering what she deduced were contestations to her claims- I still don't understand why you're so obsessed with it, we can watch the snow together anytime.

-That's not true- he huffed pulling away from the girl, they both knew that anything between them had to be meticulously planned due to their schedules and that even simple moments like sitting together had been difficult lately, which led the couple to some disagreements- and it would be different... - YN studied his face carefully, Johnny was definitely worried and invested in the idea of watching the snow with her, slowly the woman leaned towards him as asking him to continue - the first snow is special, now be quiet and look straight ahead.

- Well- the girl let out a little giggle seeing her boyfriend who almost never got frustrated blushing violently and looking away, quickly turning around to check if she wasn't missing anything she turned back to him determined to get an explanation- different how, my love?

- Couples who watch the first snow together stay together- His answer took YN completely off guard, obviously, the girl had heard the saying before, however, she never thought that Johnny believed in it - And I don't want to be separated from you.

Without thinking twice, YN pulled Johnny to her sealing their lips in a tender and affectionate kiss, of course she was also worried about their current situation, but seeing her boyfriend openly trying his best to keep them together, even waiting in the excruciating cold, touched her deeply.

When they parted ways, YN couldn't help but appreciate his beautiful features until something caught her eye out of the corner: snowflakes.

- No worries then- Johnny opened his eyes with a confused expression, noticing the smile on his girlfriend's face he decided to follow her gaze only to find what he wanted so much, the first snow of the year, bright and warmer than he thought it would be, with his lover in his arms he couldn't help but smile- I think we're going to be together for a long time.

Please do not copy and translate this work without permission, all creative work is copyrighted and therefore plagiarism is a crime.

©littlecherryhuanlin 2022 - 2023

[lavenderpenumbra]

here are my oneshot fic recs that are mostly angst, those that have happy endings will be labeled as such if stated in the fic's description.

main fic rec masterlist

[implied smut] / [smut] / [dark]

After All This Time by @/bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky

impending danger puts you and your ex, Bucky, in close quarters.

[i.s] sore spot by @/kinanabinks (h/c)

bucky hits a sore spot when he makes a shitty joke, unknowingly triggering your deepest insecurity.

[s] Always You (happy ending) / (angst only ending & continuation) by @/buckyalpine

You’ve always been Bucky’s first choice.

[i.s.] vodka on the rocks by @/kinanabinks (h/c)

when you find out that someone you slept with secretly took photos and videos of you during sex, you feel betrayed - but bucky won't stand by and let that happen to his best friend.

The Third Wheel by @writing-for-marvel (happy ending)

When Bucky finally asks you out on a date, the last thing you expect is for his high school crush Connie to also have been invited.

[i.s.] Nights Like This by @/writing-for-marvel (happy ending)

There are rules for friends with benefits, and you’ve broken the most important one: don’t fall in love with him.

don't wanna leave by @foreverindreamlandd

Loosely inspired by the song “ceilings” by Lizzy McAlpine. A soft, tender moment of dancing in the kitchen with Bucky, until the song ends and the pain returns.

[s] I Wanna Be Yours by @buckybabesonly (happy ending)

You are afraid to believe that someone like Bucky might actually love you back.

Nothing Breaks Like A Heart by @/buckybabesonly

You finally confess your feelings to Bucky, hoping he might like you back. He turns you down.

[s] Let go by @/buckyalpine

Touched starved and emotionally repressed Bucky gets his release

[d] "Forget Me Not" snippet by @/angrythingstarlight

(bucky just wants to make sure you're okay, that's all)

Love Language by @/bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky

You notice that Bucky has started pulling away from your usual physical affection, and it makes you rethink the way you show your love.

I Need Him Like Water by @pellucid-constellations (happy ending)

You think Bucky’s having an affair. He thinks… well you aren’t sure what he thinks. But he must notice the living room light is left on. Every night.

Ignite Your Bones by @sunriserose1023

Bleeding Through the Bandages

Miscommunications by @/buckyalpine (happy ending)

Did you hear him right?

opaline by @rocketrhap3000 (happy ending)

one night when Bucky gets back from a mission, he accidentally snaps at you for trying to comfort him, but realizes he hurt your feelings and finally opens up to you

You're my priority by @winter-soldier-vibes

you feel extremely guilty after a mission in which something you did had caused Bucky to get hurt. 

[i.s.] Face to Face by @venusstorm (h/c)

Fearful that Bucky only likes you for your body, you finally gather the courage to tell him how you feel.

The Ultimatum by @/bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky (happy ending)

(implied emotional abuse, manipulative boyfriend, anxiety, general sad vibes)

Be(tter) In Reality WIth Me by @t-lostinworlds (happy ending)

Bucky needed to remind you how he would never ever betray you, especially when the him in your dreams was showing you otherwise.

the three words by @/wwilsonbarness (h/c)

based on the request: Ok, here it goes. Can I request a story where y/n is dating Bucky, it’s new, like they haven’t had sex yet, they both love each other and want to have sex, but Y/n is a survivor of SA, and Bucky will be the first guy she will be with since the assault happen. Can you write about how Bucky will take the news of the assault and how he helps Y/n move past what happened and build a life with him?

Keep the Dr. Away by @cultofcarter (happy ending)

When Dr. Raynor says some hurtful things about your relationship with Bucky, you fear that your time together might be over sooner than you thought.

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[st0rmyskies]

For that latest fanfic game you posted

24

35

41

24. How do you choose whose POV to write in?

When I write a given story, I like to choose the POV of the character who knows the least about their circumstances. Let's learn about all the skeletons in HSH Time's closet from Twilight's anxious POV. Let's uncover the horrors lurking in the Thyphlo Ruins through a questionably-conscious poly!Sky. When writing smut especially I tend to shift POV a few times depending on what sensations or feelings I want to focus on in a given scene. Basically, whatever's the most juicy is where I gravitate.

I got 35 already, so I'm choosing 38. What is your most self-indulgent posted story?

This one's a tie. LMTCOY, especially in the beginning, was a MASSIVE self-indulgence of "let's throw these bastards together in a bedroom, dial up the tension, and shake 'em like a pringles can." The pairings were half-crack in the beginning, and then the relationships began to grow on me -- yes, even Twark.

The omega!Sky series is my current ridiculous self-indulgence. It's absolutely my mental potato chips that I can write thousands of words for without thinking about it too hard. I can slot any trope in there with ease -- unrequited love, hurt/comfort, filthy oneshot -- and it always works. The verse itself is also rife with opportunities for miscommunication which are my absolute favorite to explore.

41. Whose your favorite character you've written?

Absolutely and will always be HSH Time. He's my most well-rounded wet cat of a middle-aged man. Honorable mentions for:

LMTCOY Warriors, who is so damaged and toxic that only coupling with a known killer could fix him.

HSH Champion, who contains multitudes that y'all know nothing about yet.

o!Wild, we love him being a playful, shameless hoe. Also in my most recent self-indulgent WIP, he reverts to being a feral cat and that's even MORE fun to write.

LMTCOY/HSH Dark, because look at him.

poly!Twilight, who is so much softer and tender-hearted than he lets on.

[bug-decal-kissing]

Hey friends!

A new work, A auditor of the gods trials by a_library_of_old, was published today, with 1/1 Chapters complete! It has a rating Teen And Up Audiences and No Archive Warnings Apply, with additional tags "Flashbacks, Fluff and Angst, Disabled Character, Hurt/Comfort"

You can read it here:

The idea that god auditors have to kill their predecessor to get the job is super interesting; it also gives the poor bug boy extra trauma </3. So unfair that he had to kill his mentor, but the next auditor doesn't have to kill him/lh. He'd better get so much comfort next chapter or else >:[/j/lh.

Alone Inside, by ackletze, was updated today, with 3/? Chapters released! It has a rating Teen And Up Audiences and No Archive Warnings Apply, with additional tags "Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Grief/Mourning, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Enemies to Roommates, Misunderstandings, Miscommunication"

You can read it here:

They are so bad at talking to each other/pos. Scarab is so scared to be even somewhat vulnerable around Prismo, and Prismo has his own things going on, so he doesn't even notice, and they're both being so DUMB <333333333 They have at least somewhat apologised to each other in the most round-about way possible/lh.

El caballero y el mago, by DULname, was updated today, with 4/? Chapters released! It has a rating of General Audiences and No Archive Warnings Apply, with no additional tags!

You can read it here:

They found each other again !! Prismo letting Scarab drag him away even though he had no idea who he was, was so funny to me. King you are magic just teleport away/lh. AND THEN THEY HAD A NICE TENDER MOMENT EVEN THOUGH IT CAME FROM PRISMO CUTTING SCARAB'S FACE WITH A DAGGER <3333333 I LOVE TO SEE IT.

Killing Butterflies, by othersin, was updated today, with 2/? Chapters released! It has a rating of Mature and Graphic Depictions Of Violence, with additional tags "Trauma, a job you would die for, LITERALLY, a concept that there can be only one god auditor, the job is pretty powerful, it is not established if there was other god auditor's, or even wishmasters, ProhibitedWish, Alternate Universe, Past Abuse, Past Sexual Assault, it is a arena like battle, Abuse of Authority, Lost Love, Unrequited Love, Ultimate Sacrifice, Therapy"

You can read it here:

FINALLY, the little bug man is getting some THERAPY/lh/j. He's still too traumatised to be able to talk about it with her, though :[. My poor bug boy </3. Scarab's dreamscape is also super cool; he turned Prismo into a MOTH!!!! HE IS A MOTH IT FITS SO WELL <3.

Seraphyllic, by DrakianDH, was updated today, with 8/15 Chapters released! It has a rating of Teen And Up Audiences and Graphic Depictions of Violence, and Major Character Death, with the additional tags "scarab the god auditor - Freeform, prismo the wishmaster - Freeform, Priscrab, ProhibitedWish, Scrabby, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, no beta we get turned to legos like the lich, Adventure & Romance, Story within a Story, Eventual Happy Ending, Maybe - Freeform, Author Is Sleep Deprived, The Author Regrets Nothing, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, You gotta work for the comfort, begining poem important, each chapter a word, prepare"

You can read it here:

VK and Prism time is my favourite time :]. I got so invested in this part that I actually forgot this is a work for Scarab and Prismo/pos. The Lich reference made me go :O. I have the sneaking suspicion that Prismo is using hurt and angst as an excuse to get Scarab to make something with him, and I, for one, am in full support>:]c.

Silly Bug, by TJade, was updated today, with 7/? Chapters released! It has a rating Explicit and No Archive Warnings Apply, with the additional tags "Genderbending, Domestic Fluff, Teasing, Humor, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Suggestive Themes, Awkwardness, Awkward Sexual Situations, Awkward Conversations, Communication, Healthy Relationships, Voyeurism, Oral Sex, Threesome, Frottage"

You can read it here:

I've moved Silly Bug out of the NSFW Zone since we are back to regular domestic stuff, but if anyone wants me to move it back I will :]. BUT NOW IT'S SPOOKY TIME ! Priscilla dressing up as Nightmo made me go >:}< and Cara's reaction makes me excited for when we go back to spooky chapters.

A new work, The Ghostwriter by Irina_94, was published today, with 1/? Chapters released! It has a rating Teen And Up Audiences and No Archive Warnings Apply, with the additional tags "Alternate Universe - Human, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Aromantic Character, Asexual Character, Prismo needs a huge, References to Depression"

You can read it here:

AROACE SCARAB YES YES YES YES YES !!!! THIS WORK MIGHT BECOME MY FAVOURITE FROM THAT ALONE :]. The writing is so relatable in this one and SIMON IS THERE TOO !!!! I love this one so much already, I'm so excited for the next chapters :].

A new work, Ye Ol’ Medieval times did not have Steampunk by othersin, was published today, with 1/1 Chapters released! It has a rating Mature and No Archive Warnings Apply, with additional tags "prismo is thirsting after the beetle boy, AU, Human AU, inspired by art I have seen of the human versions on tumblr, Corsetry, Steampunk, Third Wheel, Cute, Romance, Fluff, ProhibitedWish, slight hyperfixation on the corset vests i have seen, Why do i fixate on characters in suits, also why do i get the characters partners get really excited at seeing them in suits!?"

You can read it here:

Okay but Scarab is perfect for steampunk/pos. He could definitely pull off the 'dignified Englishman timetraveller look,' he is the most not-British British man i have ever seen in my life/j. Poor Cos having to third wheel, but the Orgalorg reference made me more excited than it should've/lh.

NSFW works are below the cut :].

A new work, caught in his web by sparklinggrapesoda, was published today, with 1/1 Chapters released! It has a rating Explicit and Rape/Non-Con, with the additional tags "Extremely Dubious Consent, Fear Play, Size Difference, Rough Sex, Biting, Scratching, Demon Sex, Demon/Human Relationships, Tongue Fucking, Deepthroating, Creampie, excessive cum, Fear Boner, Guilt, Nightmo, Alternate Universe - Human, Wild West AU, Cowboys, big dick"

You can read it here:

COWBOY AU IS BACK LET'S GO !!!!!!! My rage towards Nightmo grows stronger with each passing second/lh.

[gently-decaying-flowers]

guys. i finished GO s2

spoilers ahead.

also an essay i have much to say.

first of all, i was so hyper aware of every little thing between Crowley and Aziraphale. all the little touches and comments and MOST WERE FROM AZIRA. also the most HEARTWRENCHING one was the immediate arm grab when Beelzebub said they found something more important than picking sides. like shoot me now.

i also did quite enjoy the Gabriel Beelzebub story line it was so sweet and set the thought for Crowley. which btw when he mentioned the Alpha Centurai and Azira looked at him KNOWING Crowley previously wanted to take him there HURTS.

god the last scene. just the MISCOMMUNICATION. my stepmom said she wasn’t sure how she felt about them being in a romantic relationship but i could not disagree more. they are both insanely in love with each other but just don’t know how to TALK ABOUT THE IMPORTANT SHIT. and Aziraphale wanted to make Heaven good enough for Crowley, he didn’t want Crowley to change. and Crowley loves Azira and doesn’t want him back in the toxic environment. he loves him and wants to take him away from it. GOD WE BETTER GET S3 SO THEY CAN TALK THEIR SHIT OUT.

seeing Crowley nearly cry in the last scene broke me too. he just wants them to get away and be together and Aziraphale wants the SAME THING BUT IN A DIFFERENT WAY.

GODDAMNIT UGHBBVB.

and i know people have said this but i love love love that the kiss was awful. i mean it was awkward and uncomfortable and that made it better. because most movie/tv first kisses are tender and sweet and make you all warm and fuzzy that they finally got together. this was Crowley trying to get it in Azira’s head that this is how he FEELS. it was frustrated and angry and desperate. it was real.

final note: i don’t agree with people saying Azira rejected him for multiple reasons. one is all the little hints in the season, the hand on the chest in the pub, the dancing, the comments, the looks. he clearly loves him too. two is that Crowley pulled away from the kiss. he didn’t. it was ultimately what he wanted too. three HE IS PRETTY MUCH BRAINWASHED BY HEAVEN. he thinks it’s good. he doesn’t know any better.

it’s ok tho guys. even if s3 doesn’t get approved Neil said he would write a book. WE WILL GET CLOSURE.

[incognito-insomniac]

🚀💕🚦💌 please!

Thank you!!! ^_^

🚀 Do you like to outline your fic first or create as you go?

Answered on this post

💕 What is your favorite fic that you’ve written?

I don't want to pick just one! I love them all!

I'd probably give you a different answer tomorrow and another one the next day. But I'm really enjoying writing my Arthur Morgan/Albert Mason RDR2 fic In Bud. It's been so great exploring Arthur's character, developing his relationship with other characters and with himself. I have just really enjoyed writing him and my attempt at finding him happiness. It's very much a WIP. I have not had time or motivation to work on it in so long. But it is still a project that really interests me.

🚦What sort of endings do you prefer to write: ambiguous, bad, happily ever after, etc.?

I'm a happy ending girl. There's enough bad stuff in the world. Fandom is my escape and I want to write happy endings. That doesn't mean it won't be a rollercoaster along the way. And I have written one or two bittersweet fics just because I want to parallel canon but 90% of the time a fic of mine is gonna end on a high note.

💌 Is there a favorite trope you like to write?

I'm a terrible fic writer. I can't identify most tropes i use in fic. I know some tropes i like but I don't write them all that often. The story and characters demand what they demand and I'm just along for the ride. I would say I tend to write a lot of fluff. And very soft tender moments. And then I also like utilizing miscommunication as a way to build tension.

[blondiest]

🥺🧐💞?

🥺 Is there a certain type of moment or common interaction between your characters that never fails to put you in your feels?

i reeeeeally love hurt-comfort moments in general, but i'll specifically say i like moments where a miscommunication or misunderstanding is resolved, especially with an apology 🥰 the sorta tender / raw feeling after an argument or falling out is resolved... 🤌

🧐 Do you spend much time researching for your stories?

typically yes!! there are some things i will fully wing, but normally i like to be well-researched. i actually ended up getting very very frustrated during the early bits of trying to plan out VML because i couldn't find an 80s map of Indiana lmao (this is one i ended up mainly winging). for costs of motels, gas, food, i used price indices (if anyone wants these i can try to hunt them down but it was a hot minute ago 🥲); i also calculated gas consumption based on fuel economy of a van from around the time (this was before someone figured out the details of what exact kinda van Eddie drives lol). one of the most frustrating parts was the Vegas chapter, actually, because a BUNCH of the super iconic casinos there weren't built yet in '86 😭

💞 Who’s your comfort character?

answered this one in another ask, so i'm gonna paste it here 🥰

this is always a weirdly hard question for me lol. i'm not 100% sure what the definition of a comfort character IS to be totally honest? but for stranger things i definitely spend the most time thinking about chrissy. next up would probably be mello from death note who has haunted me since rewatching the anime with my brother in september of last year 🫣

thanks for the ask!! 🩷

[cheeriosandwine]

ao3 wrapped: 7, 16 & 20

7. If you use song lyrics, which artist’s songs did you pull from the most?

I try really hard not to use the same artists multiple times! But looking through my fics from this year I have two fics with titles taken from IDKhow! I think a lot of their songs have very striking lyrics, and I've had to fight the urge to title even more fics with their songs.

But If You Think That it's Right, Right, Right

This lyric is from a very soft, romantic song and the fic is a little bit of tender somnophilia on a sleepy morning. It just seemed to fit. The full lyric is but if you think that it's right, right, right, I hope we kiss goodnight, and I liked thinking that they've passed that point of first tentative goodnight kisses and now here's a little scene where they're waking up together and having morning sex.

Running Out of Holy Places

This is the darkest fic I've written. You know how long this one took me and how difficult it was to get the words out (and you helped so much with believing in me through it). For anybody else reading this post, this fic is about very bad miscommunication leading to very bad, traumatic sex. I thought the sorrow/loss in this song lyric was very fitting for this story. I could talk about other lines from that song I feel are also relevant to the fic but ultimately I picked this line for the title because it seemed the most significant. I think Crowley feels a huge loss of safety in this story as his relationship with Aziraphale takes a turn he was never expecting. And while I don't think Crowley wants or misses Heaven or holy things, it's terribly tragic if he's losing the one remaining good holy thing in his life. Dammit now I've made myself sad.

Mind the tags on those fics, especially the second, they aren't for everyone

16. What’s your most common “Additional Tags” tag?

I thought it would be something smut related but it's He/Him Pronouns for Aziraphale. Tagged on 7 works out of the 20 I've posted this year. I try to tag things like pronouns and genitals for folks who want that going in but I definitely don't always remember. Crowley only got 5 fics with he/him pronouns but I think Crowley likes to change it up more. Plus Aziraphale has such strong trans masc energy, I like writing him as he!

20. Which work of yours have you reread the most?

This feels very exposing for some reason! 😅 From my works posted this year, it's probably Small Cock Appreciation Society. I'm happy with that fic and it's fun to reread. Plus I got some gorgeous art commissioned for it. And I've been so blown away by the response I got from friends and readers, which has made me love it even more 💜

[womensecretinfo]

Types of Breakups That Get Back Together

Friends, today I am going to share types of breakups that get back together. Breakups can tear apart once-loving relationships. They break dreams and hearts. Despite the chaos, hope can arise in unexpected places. Certain breakups might lead to a reunion, reuniting the parts. Following are some of the most common types of breakups that get back together later in human life. Temporary Separation In the breakup realm, temporary separation is a unique path towards healing. It involves creating a physical and emotional distance for a defined period to rediscover oneself and the relationship. Couples who embark on this journey understand that a momentary separation can breathe new life into their connection. They gain clarity by giving each other space, nurturing personal growth and reflection. During this separation, the yearning for one another grows stronger, fueling the desire to reunite. It is a dance of solitude and longing that often ends with a tender embrace. Mutual Agreement to Reunite In some breakups, the decision to part ways is not driven by resentment or anger but by a mutual understanding of the need for separation. Couples acknowledge that time apart can be the remedy their relationship requires. This type of breakup is marked by profound respect and mature communication. Putting the relationship on hold is a conscious choice, allowing both individuals to explore their own paths. They work on themselves during this period, nurturing personal growth and independence. The beauty of such breakups lies in the agreement to reunite once both partners have evolved and are ready to embark on a stronger, more profound journey together. Rekindling Old Flames Breakups need not be the end of love; sometimes, they serve as catalysts for its revival. Couples who experience a breakup but cannot seem to erase the love they once shared find themselves walking the path of rekindling old flames. It is as if the universe conspires to bring them back together, reigniting the spark that had flickered out. These breakups are marked by memories and the lingering fragrance of love that refuses to dissipate. Through shared experiences and a genuine desire to reconcile, they find their way back into each other's arms, breathing life into a love story never meant to be forgotten. Time Apart for Self-Reflection Breakups can provide seclusion from relational instability. Breakups allow for self-discovery and contemplation. They leave the relationship's ruins for their firm. This time apart lets them rethink their identities and untangle the partnership. They emerge from self-reflection with new insight and understanding, ready to engage on a deeper level. Overcoming Miscommunication and Misunderstandings Breakups caused by miscommunication and misunderstandings present a unique opportunity for growth and reunion. These rifts in the relationship are often the result of tangled words, unspoken expectations, and mismatched intentions. However, those who embark on the path of reconciliation after such breakups understand the importance of effective communication. They learn to listen with intent, to communicate their needs and desires openly, and to embrace vulnerability. Through empathy, patience, and a shared commitment to rebuilding trust, they heal the wounds that tore them apart, stitching the fabric of their relationship together, stronger than ever. Letting Go and Finding Each Other Again Some breakups spark self-discovery and growth. They welcomed the unknown without expectations. They meet again during their personal journey, like two souls returning home. They realize that their love is eternal, and they find each other again through letting go. It's a tale of fate and love's unbreakable force. Reconciliation after External Factors External circumstances can cast shadows on relationships, causing them to crumble under societal pressures, familial expectations, or geographical distances. However, some breakups are mere interludes in a grand narrative, moments of separation necessary for growth. These couples brave the storm and overcome the external factors that threaten to tear them apart. They rebuild what was lost through unwavering commitment, perseverance, and a shared vision. They find solace in knowing that their love can weather any storm and that they are an unstoppable force. FAQs 1. Can a breakup truly lead to getting back together? Yes, certain breakups can lay the groundwork for reconnection and reunion. With understanding, communication, and personal growth, couples can find their way back to each other. 2. How long does it take for a breakup to turn into a reconciliation? The duration varies for each relationship and depends on the circumstances surrounding the breakup. It can range from weeks to months or even longer. The key is to focus on personal growth and healing during this time. 3. Are there any guarantees that getting back together will work out? There are no guarantees in matters of the heart. Reuniting after a breakup requires effort, commitment, and addressing the issues that led to the separation. It's important to approach reconciliation with open hearts and realistic expectations. 4. Should I reach out to my ex after a breakup? It may be worth reaching out if you genuinely desire to reconnect and work through the issues that caused the breakup. However, it's crucial to respect each other's boundaries and ensure both parties are ready for the conversation. 5. How can I ensure a successful reconciliation after a breakup? Successful reconciliation requires open and honest communication, a willingness to address past issues, and a commitment to personal growth and understanding. Seek professional help if needed and approach the reunion with empathy and love. Conclusion Love stories can survive breakups. They can lead to deeper connections. Breakups can lead to healing, growth, and rediscovery. They can lead to fresh affection, stronger relationships, and a better understanding of each other. Love's infinite wisdom can reunite two souls after they've drifted apart. Breakups can lead to beautiful reunions, so accept them. These are some of the common types of breakups that get back together. Read the full article

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josei recs 🤲

off the top of my head!!! i read a fuck ton of webtoons / manhwas / manhua / manga etc. so this is by no means comprehensive

wokatoi: love is hard for the otaku - this is probably one of the most popular josei romances around for good reason. the four main leads and 2 main couples highlight the delicate intimacy of adult relationships and how hobbies don't have any real age limit. ive read this manga few times and watched the anime a few times. it's brilliant and cathartic but mostly light hearted

gokusen - this is not a romance centric josei - but follows around our main character, grandaughter of a yakuza family who decides to teach at a local highchool. kumiko is badass and hilarious. her family is so cute. this is an older manga so there's some pretty inappropriate content and the one romance has an age gap though it's only 4 years (it is a teacher n student tho). i think the story telling is so wonderful and it has stuck with me through the years - but read at your own risk.

our relationship is.. - i could talk about this manhwa all damn day. this is by FAR my favorite josei ever. it is absolutely brilliant. a ten out of ten. it's a story of two childhood friends who have spent their whole lives together, suddenly attending the same university after the male lead returns from two years in the military. the story tackles insecurity, miscommunications, and how you can know someone so well and still make mistakes in how you treat them. it is mind numbingly tender while also encapsulating some of the realest and rawest parts of a romance between life long friends. the cast is diverse and so so so human. and the main leads are likeable despite their many flaws. a must read.

the lady and her butler - being techincal this a manhwa / webtoon but given the contents i still think it fits. story about a working woman who accidentally picks up a scary looking dude and ends up living with him as a psuedo roomate while he gets back on his feet. started my love for househusbands, male lead is kind, tough, and considerate. the story really highlights human pride in a way i dont think other romances quite capture - both characters struggle inwardly with ego in ways that are relatable and uniqe to them. you can sympathize wih every person in this series in different way. this is my 2nd favorite romance manhwa of all time, no questions asked.

nana - this is another really iconic josei about two young women who happen to have the same name but very different personalities. this was published as shoujo but most people consider it a josei regardless. tales of love, relationships, friendship and the trials tribulations of chasing your adulthood desires all while facing those same responsibilities. nanas brilliance however is in how it displays sincere connection between people from all walks of life. not necessarily a romance but well.. you'll see if you read it.

kimma wa petto / you're my pet - as the title sounds, a young woman decides that she's fed up with mistreatment and picks a guy up off the street on a whim. to her surprise, they actually get along pretty well but their relationship is complicated. tales of ex boyfriend, insecurities, and other complex inner turmoils. can you tell i like a specific type of female lead yet? lol

red river - HUUUGE trigger warning for some of the sexual violence and violence in this story. this is one of the few isekai mangas i ever got into before i really got into isekai (a relatively new thing for me) about a girl who almost gets blood sacrificed then gets saved by a mega handsome prince. another older manga but genuinely hols up imo.

koudaike no hitobito - a lovely and light hearted story about a ditzy office worker and the handsome boss who she frequently day dreams about. who just so happens to invite her out to dinner despite her absent mindneness. not a particularly compelling series but super fun and enjoyable to read. mc is klutzy but genuine enough she's super endearing. love

if you want more lmk!!

[narutobad]

Black period fic rec list?….. 🌝👀

hi anon, i'm so sorry it took me so long :( here you go, under the cut

i’m tagging the authors’ tumblrs so you can follow them too; if you happen to be the author of any of these fics, please know you’re important and deeply appreciated. thank you so much for your work!

multi-chapter

close to home by dances.with.sunflowers

Something in his eyes told her, it was always you.

// this is my absolute favorite get-together ss fic, i don’t see it on rec lists very often and it’s such a shame because it’s so great?? the most realistic one i’ve read so far. if op wants to post those bonus chaps 10 years from now i won’t be mad! //

equilibrium by @psalloacappella​

We bear the whispers of stories we didn't write, and the burden of becoming legends we never desired. All we do is keep chasing one another in circles, endlessly wanting.

Everything has changed; nothing has. Team Seven navigates life after war.

// the fics in this series go beyond sasuke and sakura’s relationship, they explore the complicated dynamics and push and pull within so many others, and do such a great job of depicting every gray area. so unique. love it so much. about sasusaku especifically, i adore sasuke’s devotion to sakura in each and every fic they’ve written. do check those out! //

unspoken by silentvoicescryingout

Years had passed between Uchiha Sasuke and Haruno Sakura. It took them time to re-learn each others' silent language

// this fic is full of miscommunication and angst and it’s so good, so incredibly well written //

in times of peace by @southsidestory

The war is over, and like Konoha, Team 7 has rebuilt itself from the ground up. Everything has changed, but Sasuke and Sakura remain much the same. Eleven years, she thinks, is a long time to be in love.

// ok this author is put on rec lists all the time as she should and for good reason!! i love her characterization of both characters, they’re so messy and angsty and so GOOD //

satoru by pudgypanda.

A series of vignettes set chronologically over the course of the years Sasuke and Sakura spend traveling together - and a story of how two hurt people reaching for each other can grow back together again.

the garden by @catflorist

Sasuke left Konoha for a cottage in the woods. One day, Sakura arrives injured at his doorstep. They recall their past and think about what comes next.

Slow burn, post-canon about how Sasuke and Sakura grew close again.

// one of my fave ss authors, appreciate how they become friends again before anything romantic happens, and fics addressing the injustices in konoha’s system are so important to me!! plus they garden together!!! //

heat by @lady-otori [on-going]

Sasuke’s temperature has always run higher than most, and Sakura has always, always burned for him. Moments of heat, spent together in the time after his return. 

// the ust is so thiiiiick, definitely one of the hottest ss fics i’ve ever read //

i follow rivers by @diwatafolk

Sasuke and Sakura throughout the Blank Period. Also, in this universe, they own cats.

// love this author. they’re written with so much care and tenderness //

one-shots

(we bloom during) Hanami by sparklyfaerie

He wants her to say it first; he wants her to take the burden from him and put voice to what’s growing between them. It’s the only way, he knows, that he won’t feel like he’s being selfish and pressuring her into anything.

tender by pain_somnia

He ignored freckled shoulders and winsome smiles meant just for him. He ignored creamy thighs and slender fingers that pinched at the back of his shirt.  Those tender feelings weren’t meant for him to explore.

// i adore this author’s writing. their blank period trilogy of sorts is so fluffly and achingly sweet. finally and nightly visit //

open my chest and colour my spine by whirpoools

two weeks  by @kuriquinn

Why do you stay with me?” she asks quietly, tentatively. She's never asked anything this intimate before.

He clears his throat, letting the question hang in the air. Thinking of what to say to that. If he could ever put it into words and say those out loud. He thumbs the curve of her waist. “Why do you keep me?” he asks.   He feels her shift to burrow her head deeper on the crux of his throat. “There’s no one else,” she answers.   He exhales. “There’s nowhere else,” he answers.

Two weeks from now, Sasuke Uchiha will fall in love for the first time in his eighteen years.

// legendary author. one of my favorite sakura / sasuke characterizations out there. i think miso soup everyday also fills this prompt, do check it out! //

the burden of unknowing by @anthropologicalhands

Unexpectedly, Sakura joins Sasuke on his travels. There is something weighing on her. He will wait until she's ready to tell him.

// sakura finding out about the uchiha massacre is a favorite of mine. she deserves to know, it’s so satisfying to see her allowed to get angry. and well, if it’s written by this author it’s guaranteed to be good 🥰 check out their other stuff!! //

pockets by miyachondria.

They've been beginning for quite some time.

interim by stannide

Sasuke lives with Sakura in the weeks after the war.

[enchantestuff]

miscommunication - charles leclerc

in which your Pierres little sister and reap the consequences after an eventful night in Monaco with his best friend

I think I'm going to make this into a series, like 3 more parts maybe??

part two

GIF NOT MINE!!!

warnings: smut, my failed attempt at angst (I tried), language, em yeah

3k words (I have no idea how that happened) 

You had known Charles for years, which wasn't particularly surprising considering you were Pierres little sister.

When you were little you envied their friendship, constantly trying to insert yourself in their games and conversations. You had lost count of the amount of times they slammed a door in your face, demanding you to leave them alone. You hadn’t realised how annoying you were being as you followed them around everywhere, even if Pierre had scolded you for it each day.

When you were a teenager, Pierre purposely kept Charles away from you, telling him that if he even looked in your direction he wouldn't hesitate to end their friendship. You, of course, had no idea of the threat not that it mattered as you didn't paid any attention to the infamous duo during those few years, living in your own little world full of clothes , friends and different boys.

Now, however, you were an adult and all you wanted to do was support your brother throughout his career. In recent years you had gone to as many races as you physically could, but of course you had your own job and unfortunately didn’t have the time to attend any race this season.

Pierre was disappointed, he loved having you there to support him, but he understood that you had your own life and never placed any blame on you. After years of the two of you constantly ignoring each other and bickering, you had finally begun to act like siblings and all he wanted to do was make up for lost time.

You had thankfully gotten three weeks off work - well they weren’t necessarily weeks off as you still had to do your job, but your boss insisted that there was no need for you to trek to the office everyday when you were perfectly capable of doing the work at home on your laptop. The timing couldn't have been better with the triple header just around the corner, it almost seemed like a miracle and you were gonna enjoy every minute of it.

You grinned as you texted your brother.

Any spare tickets to the race :)

He replied almost immediately.

You're kidding, which one?

All of them?

Your texting was cut off by Pierres contact photo appearing on your phone. You answered instantly only to hear Pierre screaming through your speakers, he also slipped in a few delighted curse words before finally letting you talk.

“My boss gave me the next three weeks off so I’m going to go support my favourite brother” you grinned.

“Your only brother” he remarked and you could practically hear him rolling his eyes.

You spent the next few hours catching up and retelling pointless stories. You had gone to sleep with a lazy smile on your face and  woke up the next morning to a text from Pierre, telling you that he had organized your passes for the three weekends as well as the flights, all you had to do was find a hotel. He slipped in the name of the hotel that he was staying at, and to your luck there was still room available. Now all that was left to do was wait.

You grinned giddy as you stepped off the plane and walked toward the baggage collection area, excited to finally get back to watching races in person. You rubbed your eyes in surprise when you spotted your brother waiting for you. “Pierre?” you screamed delightly, running up to him and pushing his body into a bone crushing hug. It felt like you hadn’t seen him in forever even if it was only a few months.

“Bonjour,” he laughed as he hugged you back.

“I thought you were busy all day today” you exclaimed once you pulled away from him.

He sheepishly shrugged at you with a lazy grin on his face. “I may have lied, are you ready to go?”

You nodded your head at him and for the first time in a long time your mind drifted towards your brother's best friend, Charles, who you hadn’t spoken to since an eventful night in Monaco a few months ago.

You cursed yourself as you thought back to that very moment.

Charles was having a party at his lovely home, you can't remember now what you were celebrating but everyone was ecstatic. You could hear the music from across the street and you knew before you even entered the house that it was going to be a night to remember.

The moment you stepped foot inside you were surrounded by multiple drunk people, all with large grins and hooded eyes plastered on them and you laughed as almost everyone stumbled around the house.

You spotted your brother in the middle of the room dancing with a pretty blonde, he had a goofy smile on his face and you knew from that sight of him alone that he was wasted. You were the only sober person there, at least that's what you thought until Charles had made his way to you with two cups in his hand, alcohol for you and water for him.

“I thought you were celebrating,” you mused as you took a sip of the dark liquor.

“Someone needs to keep these drunk idiots in check,” he joked.

“Well in that case” you said as you handed your drink to a stranger and took a sip of his water instead. You laughed at the bewildered look he threw your way before continuing, “I'm not going to let you tackle this party alone.” The smile that formed on Charles was genuine and your breath hitched in your throat at the sight.

You surprisingly enjoyed yourself the whole night, maybe that was because you knew everyone there, but most likely it was because you spent the whole night with Charles.

A few hours into the party he turned to you asking to dance, you didn't even hesitate to say yes, nerves surrounded you immediately and they only got worse when his hands dipped dangerously low on your hips. Your eyes automatically searched for Pierre and you left out a sigh of relief when you couldn't find him anywhere.

The thought of getting caught fueled both you and Charles, so when he spun you around to face him neither of you hesitated to connect your lips. You considered yourself lucky that everyone around you was too drunk to notice your heated make out and used it to your advantage. You pulled him even closer to you, moaning in his ear when he grabbed your bum and giggling at the whimper he let out.

You felt dizzy. The fact that you were both sober made your first kiss even more real.

You were anxious when he asked you if you wanted to go somewhere more private but agreed nevertheless, hoping that maybe he had wanted you for as long as you had wanted him.

He had tenderly kissed you again once he closed the door behind him.

“God, you have no idea how long i've waited to do this,” he moaned in your ear and although you knew that was just something people said in the heat of the moment, you let yourself believe it. You let yourself believe every single word that left his lips and got even more attached to the moment.

You revealed a piece of yourself to him that night, not only a physical part, but a part of your heart as you admitted your deepest secrets to him. “Fuck, Charles, I’ve always wanted you,” you moaned when he gently placed you on the bed.

You attached yourself to the kisses he placed all over your body, you paid attention to every bit of affection that he showed you, never once wanting him to stop. When he positioned himself next to you and asked if you were sure you told him there was nothing you've ever been more sure about.

You had both simultaneously moaned when he entered you, laughing at each other afterwards, which made your heart flutter. He was Charles, your brothers best friend and yet sex with him felt so natural.

He placed a tender kiss to your chest before he started moving and you couldn't help but hold him close to you, he didn't seem to mind however as he nested his head in the crook of your neck, letting you hear all the soft gasps and grunts that left his mouth.

You arched your back in pleasure when he reached the deepest parts inside you, your toes curled and your eyes rolled back and all you could think was God why didn't we do this sooner?

“Don't stop, please Charles, don't stop” you moaned in his ear, and if you weren't in a completely different world you would have noticed the shiver than ran down his entire body at your words.

“Trust me, mon amour, i never want to stop”

You weren't even aware of the moans the left your lips until Charles had grabbed your chin and looked at you with desperation written all over his face, “Merde, Y/N, i want more than anything to make this moment last but If you keep making those pretty little sounds you're gonna make me cum”

Your heart skipped a beat at his words “Shut me up then”

And he did, he grunted as he reconnected your lips, swallowing your moans and letting out his own in the process. From the kissing, to Charles’ moans and the rolling of his hips it didn't take you long to release the knot in your stomach.

You regretted it now, thinking back on it, it had completely ruined your friendship with Charles. Your daily silly texts to each other had ceased to exist, your weekly facetime calls had died and a piece of you had broken.

You didn’t expect any less, he was your brother's best friend and even though you always found him insanely attractive, you knew deep down he would have found your little crush on him weird. You always had the suspicion that he saw you as a little sister, and the way he completely ignored you after your hookup had proven them to be true.

You couldn't hate him, or even place the blame of your failed friendship on him as you also went out of your way to ignore him, something that you really regretted but couldn’t change.

“You alright?” Pierre asked as he grabbed your suitcase in his hand.

“Yeah sorry i - i don't know what happened to me there,” you choked out, walking alongside Pierre to his car.

“It's free practice tomorrow, you coming?” he asked once you were both sitting comfortably in his car.

“Yeah, of course” you nodded as you watched the tall buildings pass by in the window.

“Everyones misses you, you know?” he quickly glanced over at you while he drove, wondering what the hell you were thinking so hard about.

“Yep” you sighed, “Me too,” but all you could think about was the Ferrari driver and how awkward it would be to see him again

You had shut yourself in your hotel room for the rest of the night, the flight and overly long check in had taken all the remaining energy out of you and all you wanted to do was curl into the hotel bed and sleep for as long as you possibly could. So that's what you did, until Pierre rang your phone, telling you that he was leaving for free practice in half an hour, wondering if you needed lift, which of course you did you had mumbled to him while scrabbling out of the bed and running to your bathroom to take the quickest shower of your life.

You had somehow gotten ready in time and before you knew it you were walking around the paddock with Pierre next to you, basking in the glorious sun.

Pierre whistled in excitement when he spotted Charles walking out of the Ferrari motorhome. The brunette quickly turned at the sound, a smile forming on his face when he spotted Pierre, his eyebrows raising soon after as he finally noticed you next to him. Your heart beat loudly in your chest as he got closer and closer to you.

You stood firmly in your spot, uncertain if a hug would be too big of an action after months of silence between you both, quite frankly you didn’t even want to touch him, the pain that he had caused you cutting too deep. Unfortunately, he beamed at you and grabbed your hips, pulling you into his chest and rocking you both side to side.

“Hi,” you laughed, unwilling to cause a scene in front of your brother, you moved your arms to wrap around his neck.

“It's great to see you” he admitted when he pulled away and you felt your throat close up at his words. “I’ve missed you”

“I missed you too,” you smiled and although it wasn’t a lie, the words felt dirty leaving your lips. You shouldnt have missed him, not when he left you lying alone in his bed after you both had sex.

“God, you're acting like you haven't spoken to each other in months,” Pierre laughed, and you and Charles shared an awkward look with each other. The silence that followed was unbearable.

You cleared your throat as you looked around the paddock. “I'm going to get some water” you quickly spilled out and abruptly turned in the other direction, ignoring the confused look that Pierre shot in your direction. You had only taken a few steps when Charles grabbed your arm and pulled you behind a random building.

“Shh it's me” he flinched as you pushed yourself away from him, “it's me” he repeated looking at the bewildered expression on your face.

“You couldn’t have just talked to me like a normal human being?” you argued, “Did you really have to drag me behind a building?”

“I couldn't talk about you know what around you know who” he threw back and you rolled your eyes at him.

“Oh! You dont want to talk about us having sex infronf of Pierre” you snapped and he covered your mouth with his hand. You bit his hand and he gasped in response.

“You bit me!” he half shouted.

“You didn’t seem to mind last time” you commented , relishing in how flustered Charles had gotten.

“We need to talk about that” he choked out, looking absolutely anywhere except your eyes.

“Oh so now you want to talk about it?” you asked with an accusing tone to your voice, surpringing not only Charles but also yourself.

“I know it was a dick move, I just” he sighed “I didn’t know how to bring it up”

“How about maybe not leaving straight away? How about sending me a text explaining how you felt instead of leaving me in the dark for months? If you thought it was a mistake you could have just-”

“I didn't think it was a mistake”

You couldn't help the effect those words had on your heart, but suddenly you were even more furious, he was unintentionally playing with your heart and you didn't know how much more of it you could take.

“Then why didn't you tell me!”

You were frustrated and he wasn’t helping one bit. He had left it too late, the damage was done, you had spent months regretting your decision to climb into bed with him and a few words lazily strung together to form a sentence wasn't going to erase the emotional damage he caused you. It didn't matter anymore whether it was intentional or not

“I didn't want to ruin our friendship”

“That is the dumbest excuse I've ever heard!”

You could feel tears pricking your eyes and all you wanted to do was sob your heart out, but you refused to cry in front of him, you didn't want him to know the effect he had on you. “Look your late and i - i need to breathe”

You didn't give him a chance to reply as you ran away, unable to face the boy who broke your heart: the boy who had given you everything you could possibly want, only to snatch it out of your grasp.

You cursed yourself for getting attached to that moment because now, every time you closed your eyes, all you see was him panting on top of you and all you could feel was his lips on your skin. It was a memory that used to delight you but now all it brought was sadness and pain.

You knew your attachment issues would bring you pain one day, but only now as you crouched down next to some random building, did you realise it would be physical pain. You clawed at your neck in desperation. You couldn't breathe. Your tears were practically suffocating you and you couldn't help but think Charles' hands ripping your heart from your chest was the cause.

Unknowingly to you, Charles watched your retreating figure with tears forming behind his eyes. It had finally hit him how much he fucked things up. He thought he was doing the right thing, he thought maybe you needed space, maybe you would have regretted it.

He wore his heart on his sleeve that day, everything that he told you was true, he was just so scared. So scared that he would be left heartbroken, that his feelings were unrequited, that maybe, just maybe, you would be disgusted with yourself for what you two did.

He left early the next morning to hype himself up, to finally tell you about his feelings for you that had been bubbling around in his stomach for years, but when he returned to his bedroom you were gone.

He didn't realise how much waking up to an empty bed would affect you, just as much as you didnt realise how much leaving would affect him.

He was never good at communication, but it was so easy with you, so why didn't he pick up the phone? He had no excuse except that he was scared.

It was his fear that hurt him the most. It was his fear that broke your heart and that had hurt him so much more than he thought was possible.