#my short attention span sob

[promisinininining]

I'm not very good at writing longfic because I jsut don't have that much to say about a thing. that means when things do get long, though, that I start to panic because, do I split it up? into chapters??? people like long oneshots though right. And it's not THAT long. And I've already got it done. And Then, Oh No, Someone Has To Edit This, And It's Going To Be Me.

[thisblogisaboutabook]

Rainy Season - Part 2

What You Gonna Do?

Azriel x Reader

A short follow up to Rainy Season since you all have been so gracious with your responses - Initially I planned a time jump for part 2 but decided to give a taste of the aftermath of her leaving. Things will eventually look up for our girl, she’s just going through it right now. Stay tuned for more! I’ve decided to make this a short series.

Part 1 Part 3

Warnings: cheating, language

Azriel

Who wakes you when the morning comes?

Azriel awoke to rays filling the room with brightness. Shit - he’d overslept. Why hadn’t Y/N woken him? He looked over to find the bed cold, as if it had been vacant for hours.

Wiping the sleep from his eyes, he wandered to the kitchen, lacking its welcoming aroma of fresh coffee and the sweet and savory aromas of pastries and bacon. No, it was totally empty.

Where was she?

“Y/N?” He groggily called out into the house.

Silence.

Slipping on a pair of pajama pants he wandered to the door. The chill of the house whipping against his bare, muscled abdomen.

Perhaps she was basking in the sunlight on the patio. He always loved how she looked in the morning rays - a deity in her own right. He should probably tell her that sometime.

Padding to the front door, two things caught his attention.

One, his clothes were strewn over top of his bag and two, a note was scrawled in her messy handwriting.

No - not a note. A list of rhetorical questions.

“Who wakes you when the morning comes?

Who gives you all she has to give?

Who fulfills all her promises?

Who sees the good in you?

What are you gonna do when I’m gone?

Where you gonna go when there’s nobody home?

Who’s gonna love you when you’re all alone?”

He dropped his head. Fuck - things were good last night. What happened? As he bent back down to clear up the strewn undergarments, the strong, sweet scent of Elain wafting into his nostrils.

No - those questions were not rhetorical. They were a plea. “Who?” Who is that person to him?

Clutching his chest he realized just how terrible a mistake he’d made when he fucked Elain.

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Y/N

The warm rays of the Summer Court and the overwhelming weight of crushing heartbreak greeted me bright and early. A mockery to the pouring rain I’d traveled through last night, showing up at my grandmother’s door like a drowned rat.

Instead of chastising me for how long it had been since I’d paid her a visit, her brown eyes only met me with compassion. She knew me well and every ounce of pain on my face spoke the words that I couldn’t get out.

She pulled me into a bone crushing hug, ran a hot bath and steeped a pot of tea before laying in bed behind me and running her fingers through my hair until my heaving sobs turned to shuddering breaths and eventually a deep sleep.

It was a strange feeling. It had been too long since I’d seen her and yet, she showed me more love and compassion in a span of three hours than I had in the last three years.

Thank the gods the rays woke me early as I had to make it to the palace in Adriata immediately.

“Leaving me so soon?” Grandmother asked as I hurried out the door. “Sorry! I promise I’ll be back before lunch.”

I’d only met Tarquin a handful of times but sensed that he was a kind, benevolent ruler. Still, I expected to meet with his officials before being granted access to his office but when he’d heard who was here to see him, he immediately made time for me.

By the end of our meeting, he’d granted me renewed citizenship in the Summer Court and wrote to Rhysand effectively barring Azriel from his court. Careful to not create tensions in the court, he revoked the current ban on Cassian so long as he could keep himself from destroying any more buildings within his court.

Despite my numb state, a small smile flickered across my face as I imagined Cassian’s reaction to the news. He wasn’t one to hold petty grudges but he certainly clung on to that of being banned from the Summer Court. I just hoped he wouldn’t be angry with me for leaving without saying goodbye.

Additionally, Tarquin discussed my skill set with me and by the end of the meeting I had been offered a paid position in teaching self-defense courses within the palace to a variety of age groups, primarily focusing on women and children. I brought few assets with me upon leaving the Night Court and my pride was too stubborn to withdraw any of the money from Azriel and I’s shared account when I left. No, I could do well enough on my own - thank you very much.

After the battle of Adriata, Tarquin had ramped up efforts of ensuring his citizens were better protected on all fronts so his offer was mutually beneficial for his court and me, ergo not solely extended out of pity. My pride beamed at that.

I gratefully accepted his offer.

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I returned home. Home? No, not home - to my grandmother’s house to find that my sister and nephew were there waiting for me.

“Oh my gods!!!!!” My sister Camila yelped. Practically tackling me.

“Gran! You didn’t tell me that Y/N was coming for lunch. You secretive old thing.”

Before he could say anything I swooped my nephew, Alex, up into my arms and - ouch, I was not as strong as I used to be because it was an effort to lift him. He’d grown at least a foot since the last time I’d seen him. A pang of guilt struck me out of my blissful state and back to reality at the thought. It had been far too long since I’d come to visit my family.

“Where’s Uncle Azriel?” he asked.

The question struck me like a knife. My expression faltering as I scrambled to regain composure. “He’s on a mission.” I lied.

My sister’s brows furrowed. She was always too good at reading me but thankfully she didn’t press further. I would talk to her when I was ready.

We spent the rest of the afternoon chatting and catching up. Alex animatedly told me of school and all of his friends - I couldn’t help but smile as the warm summer breeze whisped over my exposed skin. The tea tasted a little bit sweeter, the air a little fresher, and the company a little warmer.

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“Y/N?”

Rhysand’s distant voice echoed into my mind as I lay down for bed that night. I always forgot how far his daemati abilities could carry.

“Hello, Rhys.”

“I received Tarquin’s letter. Azriel has been on edge all day and…. Well, I’m not going to ask you to share anything you don’t want to but - it must have been bad. Take all the time you need.”

“I’m not coming back, Rhys.”

The words rolled through me so quickly that I almost believed them but I knew I’d need closure at some point. For now, I wasn’t ready for that.

Seeming to sense that exact thought Rhys only replied, “Write me or Feyre if you need anything at all.”

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Who cries knowing you don’t care?

Night time always brought out stronger emotions in me. I’d keep my emotional barriers held high all day but as the sun set, so did those walls. As I lay in bed that night the first waves of grief blew through me. Not a wave of my own grief which had been omnipresent within me but… Azriel’s grief through our bond.

Of course it took me leaving for him to feel anything toward me through our own mating bond. I shut it down as effectively as I could and cried. Tears of anger flowed as I realized that my presence was never enough but my absence was what it took for him to give a damn about me.

Who worries what the future holds?

I grieved the future that could have been ours had he only chosen me. I let the sobs pour out once again as his pain rolled through me in waves. He couldn’t even extend the courtesy of shutting down his end of the bond as he came to grips with the ramifications of his own actions. His emotions only brought me bitterness and maybe that was a flaw on my end but it sure as hell felt justified. I spent so long giving him everything and even now, I still receive only heartache in return.

Who’s tired of empty promises?

He swore he’d love me forever but forever only meant until someone better came along. Certainly it wouldn’t be long before he returned to Elain for comfort. Would he be courteous enough to shut down the bond then or would I feel the pleasure she brought as she soothed his emotional wounds then too? As he healed and made the same empty promises to her that he had to me? Hell, had he already made those promises to her? Would he hold to them for her?

What would he do now that I’m gone?

What would I do now that I’m gone?

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A/N brace yourselves, we’re getting a different character’s POV in the next chapter 😏 🔥

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@going-through-shit @kalulakunundrum @lisanna2000 @fxckmiup @sheblogs @emryb @one-big-fangirl @historygeekqueen @isa1b2h3 @bigcreatorwombatdreamer @theravenphoenix26

[runningwiththemarvels]

Teddy's and tantrum's-

Summary: you want, no need that turtle. But what happens when your daddy says no. Mega meltdown in 5, 4, 3...

Pairing: daddy!bucky x little!femreader

Warnings: age regression, punishment (spanking), angst, fluff.

A/N: don worry is a happy ending hehe

Your daddy never had to shout or yell, you were a good girl for daddy buck. However you had your moments and today was a big tantrum, a mega meltdown. Your attention span was short lived in a store. As soon as you discovered the toy aisle, you had a habit of letting your little legs wander to the collection of stuffies.

You’d ogle at the many layers of cuddly toys reaching with all your might to just cuddle one. Your uncle Loki had a few tricks up his sleeve that he had taught you, much to Bucky's dismay, like hiding in the small shelves of the shop hidden from the world.

Once buck found you hidden in the jumbo football crate, you just smiled back at him comfortably.

Today You practically sucked all the air out of the store, Bucky ran over to you instantly listening to your string of babbles.“What's wrong doll!” he asked his eyes checking you over to see if you were hurt.

You were in a momentary trance. you just pointed at the stuffed turtle which was staring happily. “Hab- i hab pease?” you batted your eyelashes pleadingly and then promptly bounced around, eager to take your green friend home.

But his response made you halt in your tracks. “We got stuffies at home love bugs” he cooed, nodding his head towards the checkout. Your lower lip jutted out, a power move which usually made Bucky yield, but not today. “But but wan dis one” you sniffled tugging at his plush foot.

“The answer is no baby, now come on let’s go home” he spoke firmly but was still very relaxed, he gave a soft smile.

You frowned and dug your heels in. “Baby. let’s. go.” He scowled and turned away. You paused, you were on the verge of obeying but…

“No!” You squeaked, Bucky halted and turned to see you with folded arms and an admittedly cute scowl.

“Excuse me little girl, what did you say” he hissed coldly, looking at your big frowning face.

Buck knew you were just grumpy from missing your afternoon nap, but he couldn’t let the behaviour slide.“N-no!” you stuttered angrily, folding your arms, you hesitated but remained firm. “I wanted it I good!” You yelled balling your fists, tears of frustration waiting to fall.

Within an instant he was right in front of you, his nostrils were flared and pupils dilated. “Yn I am this close to pulling you over my knee, move your ass” he whispered.

By now people started to stare, at this point you were tired, the artificial lights hurt your eyes and your dress was feeling awful itchy and frilly.

You meanie daddy! m-me no like you” you cried stomping and sticking your tongue out. you fell to the floor wriggling and sobbing, briefly recognising you were now in the air.

Were you flying? Your sobs cease momentarily to find yourself in the arms of your daddy. The car ride home was silent, well… you clawed at your car seat and cried bloody murder, but buck concentrated on the road.

By the time your daddy carried you to your room he was furious, you were toggled around like a rag doll onto his lap.

Your head hung limply and your ass was on display, “oh doll you blushin just imagine how red your ass is going to be” he growled, You whimpered and tried to stand, but bucks vibranium arm was behind your back keeping you still.

you sniff and wine showing one last show of defiance.“why are you being punished doll” he asked calmly.

You frowned and paused. You wore a heavy pout, your eyes glassy, you went to speak but were cut off by a firm hand landing heavily down on your bottom. You yipped and felt like the skin of your bottom had been stripped red raw.

As your ass bloomed a nice pink shade your daddy spoke again, with more conviction this time. “why” he repeated, you cried out in hopes of your release. you squirmed around trying to hit him with your small fists, but he managed to pin them down.

You were flooded with shame, the sound ricocheted through the air, you bit your lip muffling your sobs.

You were utterly humiliated now limp, crying you mutter a meak answer “what was that peaches I can't hear you?” he asked while leaning over to meet your tear stained face and red nose.

his heart clenched but he knew he was doing the right thing. “b-Cuz cuz i was ‘ude to dad-dy, an no listen whe- he say no” you sniffed, the tears running down your face began to tickle your nose. There was silence, you stayed still with your tears blurring your vision, you expected another blow and ready for impact.

You were lifted up easily by your daddy's strong arms turned over. You squeak as you straddle your daddy, You lowered your head in shame, hiding your tears and sheepish expression. “y/n calm down, your punishments over now its okay you did so well” all the anger dissipated his voice now soft and soothing.

Your thrashing eventually stopped and you just let your head fall crying quietly against him rubbing your sore bottom.“Baby girl, you need to understand that when I say no, I mean it. there's no ‘ifs’ or ‘buts’ okay. I'm not trying to be the bad guy doll, but you can't always have what you want. We got lots of stuffies here that love you very much okay? I know you wanted the toy, I do. But the way you behave is not how we act."

He lifted your chin to meet your gaze, The bubble burst and you wept, the realisation of your actions hit you like a punch to the gut “i sowwy- sowwy!” you repeated your little fists making wrinkles in his shirt. “I know doll its okay i forgive you” he whispered and cuddled you close.

you give a large sigh of relief, finally feeling the comfort of your daddy's arms around you. Your cheek leans against his shoulder, you admired his arm and watched it shine in the dark, your fingers eagerly fiddle with his vibranium arm. 

He smiled and wiggled his fingers, as you playfully grabbed them. you soon brought your hands to your mouth, self soothing.Your red eyed tearily blinked up, to see your daddy's eyes looking calmly over you.

You were suddenly washed with a tired feeling, blinking slowly trying to fight the feeling of your eyes closing, sitting in your daddy's lap.

You whine in pain shifting around until you fully feel comfortable. You felt bucky's hand cradle your back rubbing it in soothing motions. “Sleep little one it's okay” he soothed his chest rumbling as he spoke.

“Night baby, i love you” he whispered, “wuv oo daddy” you mumbled burying your face into his arms. not long after you were completely asleep to the world, safe in the arms of your daddy.

[sweetcollywobbles]

brain rotting with leon.| leon kennedy

CHUG JUG WITH YOU by leviathan ▶︎ •၊၊||၊|။||||။‌‌‌‌‌၊|• ∞ i realized i can write whatever i want. so have this short, stupid, and terribly written one-shot. leon hates the internet, but loves you. expect updates soon.

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leon truly didn't like the idea of her having access to the internet, especially since he didn't really trust her all that much not to do something stupid. but she had begged and begged to peruse jeff bezos's internet on his phone. the more he declined her access to the world wide web, the more she bugged him about the issue.

frustrated, he came up with a compromise. leon would allow her to scour the internet to her heart's content, but he'd have to supervise her the entire time.

leon thought this to be a great idea. she gets what she wants and he gets more time right next to her. maybe even able to sneak in a cuddle or two.

it would be great.

it would be wonderful.

until it's 1:45 in the morning and she's on tiktok watching some stupid fucking video that he can't even comprehend. and, for whatever reason, she's giggling her ass off at freakbob interrupting a normal video with a phone call. which is baffling to him because she was just absolutely sobbing her eyes out at a video of lost dogs being reunited with their owners.

not to mention all the nonsensical phrases and terms that seem to have become a permanent part of her daily vocabulary.

after watching the spectacle that is the edge rizz dog, for a small period of time, everytime leon needed her to agree on something he had to start the statement with "rizz". after a while, he noticed that she will do it volunterially without needing to be prompted. that also meant he couldn't take her with him through drive thrus anymore because she just started doing it out in public.

not to mention her attention span has now decresed to a whole new level that leon's considering holding up subway surfers gameplay to keep her concentrated as he talks.

every room smells of japanese cherry blossom and she's always asking to drive a boat that she doesn't have. leon has now been addressed as baby girl and kitten while she addresses herself as things like alpha and daddy. in fact, the first time she ever called him kitten, leon felt his body actually buffer.

leon had just gotten home from work, absolutely tired from all the paperwork he mindlessly stared at all day. the pleasant smell of pot roast had wafted its way to the entrance of the home. following it like a cartoon character to a pie, it led him straight to her, standing there by the stove in her pink apron and humming a soft tune while she cooked. whether she liked it or not, the sight of her was the exact remedy that he needed. he slinked his arms around her from behind and hunched over to bury his face in the crook of her neck. just as he began to relax to the sound of her soft melody, she just had to open her stupid mouth to say some stupid thing.

"no worries, kitten. daddy's making you something tasty." she said it so fluently and without skipping a beat, like it was so normal and she just went back to humming. he just slowly raised his head and muttered a small "what?".

leon still isn't sure if she's doing all of this out of revenge or if she was always this…weird. although the videos are strange and a bit annoying at times, he can't help but laugh along with her. because at the end of the day, she's happy, so if he has to play into her little games, he will.

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how does it feel to hold the gyatt of someone you love? rizz.

anywayssss, i believe my inbox is open lol, so if anyone has any feedback or ideas, please let me know!! again, this is all for shits and gigs. xxox

[monkey-papermoon]

Goblin HRT day 1

Knock!

kNOCk!!

knocK!!!

Dr Erian looked up from the piles of documents on his desk, confused at the unnecessary noise "Um... Come in?" The door slammed open "Ma'am you can't jus-" <lemme through!> "It's alright, Nurse, let her in" Dr Erian mustered, pushing his glasses upwards. The nurse sighed and shrugged before leaving a short disheveled girl in her place. The girl stomped forth excitedly "Ah. you must be Maxin-" <Monkey.> "Right to it, eh? Well, monkey would be a very easy transition process. Afterall, Humans are Prim-" <No, my name, Monkey!> Dr Erian cleared his thoat "Okay... Well, Monkey, how can I help you today?" Monkey sat in the chair awkwardly and grinned as she steepled her fingers on the doctors desk <Goblin. No matter how hard, Goblin.> Dr erian pulled off his glasses and rubbed them with his coat "this is getting out of hand... Okay. But I must warn you, races from a more fictional realm make for a significantly harder transition. You must also realize there are many risks, including but not limited to - Lowering of intelligence, worse attention span, inability to blahblahblahblahblahblahblah." Monkey stared off into space, drool falling from her mouth slightly.

"Did you catch that? I - Miss Monkey?" Dr. Erian softly laughed in disbelief "Nevermind... I see you'll fit right in. Sign here! Wait - did you live as your perferred species for at least 2 y-" He trailed off, returning his sight to Monkey, who was still distracted "Nevermind, a silly question." He snapped his fingers at Monkey and she snapped back to attention "Sign here, Miss" <Oh! that easy... Really!? I'm so happy! You're a life saver Doc!> She squeeled and flapped her hands. Dr. Erian returned the glasses to his face and mouthed 'wow' before responding "Don't mention it. But we're gonna have to take bloodwork before we can prescribe these medications as to prevent complications." <Hey, I said no matter how hard, didn't I? Go for it.>

Monkey entered her home and rubbed her sore arm before quickly kicking off her boots and replacing her clothes with an oversized hoodie, her height always felt wrong, anything that made her feel shorter helped.

She let out an exhausted sigh and layed down amidst her pile of stuffed animals, she greeted every one of them and rolled to stare at the cieling. Pausing for a time before her lip started trembling <babies~ i'm... it happened. I'm... i'm gonna be me!!> She screamed ecstatically, tears flooding her eyes before she pulled a pillow over her face and squeeled into it.

This won't be easy, she knew it, and this would be a long road with difficult changes. But even still. It felt like a massive weight has been pulled from her shoulders. Like she has been running towards something unreachable for years and can finally rest.

She is to pick up her new prescriptions the day after, and she couldn't contain her excitement. With her friends all by her side, she sobbed into the night.

[Thanks for reading! I genuinely hope you enjoyed. This is part one of Goblin HRT, a concept that means a lot to me since realizing my identity. In it's essence it is a lot more comedic in tone but there will be parts that get a bit graphic or gloomy.

Bonus info! This story if it wasn't clear focuses on Monkey, a stand in for me, but I excel at Third person pov. The pov switches between Erian and Monkey to get the full picture, though i'm used to writing limited 3rd person. The arrows '<>' are a callsign Monkey uses online that are meant to look like the outwards facing ears that Goblins are usually depicted with, it became such a main stay that when she thinks or speaks in sentences she imagines the arrows around them.

Also I will likely reupload in the future with art attached and when I make another part but I wanted to get this out sooner rather than later.

If you're willing i'd appreciate if you would repost! , Follow for more, it helps me spread reach! ]

[fallingforel]

“Drop the attitude” prompt with frat harry please? x

a/n: sorry for the M.I.A for the past few days have been going to arctic monkeys getting ready for it and getting over it but it's here and I hope you enjoy! As always my blog masterlist is here and this will give you a prompt list and any existing prompts that have already been made, anywhooo lets get on with the show

warnings: cursing, smoking. If there's any others please let me know.

none of my work is proofread, so please let me know of any errors and I will correct them.

words:1,522

in which you're one directions tour manager and Harry's friend with benefits

It was a slow day at work, travelling to the next city. not much was to be done other than making correct calls with the next venue to make sure there was enough space for buses to park round the back and to make sure that there was extra security, which there wasn't. So that made you even more stressed, than you already were trying to make the boys concentrate on what the layout for Tommorow was and whether or not they knew exactly what city they were in, which was hard to do when all they wanted to do was play video games and prank wars on eachother, they were still teenagers so there wasn't a lot you could do to keep them concentrated.

And it was safe to say it was pissing you off to no end, it was really hard to keep teenage boys attention for a matter of minutes before they find something else to do. So you had given up and gone to your bunk to finish the calls off to the appropriate people: one to the boys manager back home as a routine to make sure everything was going smoothly, you had been trusted with taking them from place to place setting up the venue, making sure soundcheck was good making sure none of them were injured; on your own as a 19 year old because you had been given such a good placement year for your second year and you weren't going to let it go at least not yet so you lied the best way you knew how since being in customer service roles since you were 15 had taught you, and you weren't going to let 5 short attention spanned boys let this slip through your fingers.

The other calls you had to make was a breeze, just making sure that extra security had been put in place for the next place you were about to pull into, it was needed for the morning not now as no one was around and you had triple checked.

It didn't take you long to pull into the venue, the other 3 tour buses pulled in and you had gone to check if the stage hands knew what they were doing what time soundcheck was and if they were all prepped before you sent them on your merry way to go and get some rest before heading to the last tour bus which was full of equipment to make sure that nothing had been damaged or lost in transportation to the new venue. After you had gone back outside pulling out a cigarette, because the stress had gotten too much for you, the constant shouting and screaming of the fans as well as the boys.

"you shouldn't smoke it's bad for you, how many times have I told you?" Harry said from behind you, not scaring you because you could hear footsteps getting closer to you. "You really think I care? Besides, your bandmates smoke so what's it to you?" "nothing. Don't care about them like I care about you sweetheart" he says before coming up behind you to hug you which you shrug off, beyond pissed at him for not paying attention to you when it was needed the most. "WOW, you don't even care about us?" Louis pipes up from beside him clearly overhearing what had been said between the two of you. "of course I care about you you dick" is all he says before running off to tussle with his bandmate. "don't care about me though, just a pitiless fuck to you." you say in a quiet whisper. Which unfortunately for you Paul overheard "oh Y/n love are you okay?" is all it takes to get you sobbing, which earns you a hug from Paul.

You two stay like that for god knows how long, "you gonna tell me what's going on kid?" Paul is the first to break the silence you two were in while you finished your cigarette. "It's just all so hard you know? I mean how am I supposed to maintain a career and a boyfriend who I manage as part of that career. Not to mention it is so hard to gain his attention, all the time whether it be just us two to get out our needs or to get the whole bands attention for an opinion on what songs they want to sing that night, or what they want to wear or what they-" Paul cuts you off clearly knowing that you were going to break down again

"yes, it is hard I get that, but what you have to remember is that they are teenage boys who got put into a boyband so young, Harry the youngest, who have never known what it's like to endure this. This is their second time doing this so they haven't got the grasp of it fully. But, they will. As for your's and Harry's relationship, I can't speak on, but what I do know is that you can't juggle both, so it's either, you make it a full time thing between you trying not to blur the line, that is so hard to find, between your jobs and your relationship or you cut ties before one of you gets hurt."

"thanks Paul, you always have such a way with words" Is all you say before he is needed elsewhere and he's giving you a wink and standing up from the curb and leaving you.

Lou, then comes over. "Are you okay, darling? I know how challenging these lot can be trust me, try getting their attention to stay in a chair for an hour there's always one that doesn't want to co-operate but trust me you will find a way y/n" and that got you thinking over ways to make them have your undivided attention, before finally heading back to your designated tour bus bunk to get some shut eye.

when you got into your bunk after getting ready for sleep, Harry was waiting opening the covers for you to clamber in which you didn't instead you turned around going into the back of the bus and settling down into the sofa, it was a few moments until the door burst open and Harry came clambering in and sat on the sofa beside you.

"What the fuck Y/n?"

"get lost Harry, I don't want to speak to you right now. Certainly don't want to be in your proximity, now leave so I can go to bed."

"drop the attitude Y/n, I've been nothing but nice to you these past few days, now tell me what I've done to make you a sour headed bitch today"

"Nothing but nice?" you say with a sarcastic chuckle. "let's see first off you just ignore me when I'm trying to get you to concentrate on your job, figuring out what your wearing if you know where to get on and off the stage, where the stage is. Hell, what fucking city your in. least you could do is answer me when I ask you questions, but instead I'm met with yeahs which doesn't answer my questions it literally doesn't take you that long to answer me. The second thing, what the fuck was that smoking thing, we are not in a relationship so you don't get to talk to me like that. I think we have got the lines blurred between our jobs and our relationship, that we're not even in. so I think it's in our best interest to cut ties while we still can and no one gets hurt, just while I'm here being your tour manager but when I go back to University and you go back on your next tour we can see if something is still there."

"lot to unpack there. Look I promise you, you will have my undivided attention from now on and I will try to get the others to concentrate. as for the smoking thing, I'm sorry. It's just I care about you a fucking whole lot, and yes I shouldn't even have said it especially while we're not even in a relationship, but that's just the thing y/n I wish we were, I hate this friends with benefits it makes me seem just like the womaniser the media portray me and you know how much I hate that image. It fucking kills me that you don't want to continue whatever we have right now, but I understand your doing your job and you don't want to blur anymore lines between us so, I promise you this Y/n, I will wait for you however long it takes for you to come around and back to me, whether that be after you have finished your placement year, while your still our tour manager, when you have graduated from university. However long it may be, I'll be here waiting here for you Baby."

"Thank you Harry. Friends?" you ask with your hand held out as a peace offering for him to shake.

"Friends." he agrees shaking your hand.

[pandorasfavorite]

Daddy -Daughter day

AN: Short fic of Dominik staying home with his daughter 🥰

You’ve been spending a lot of time with your daughter Rose, and it’s the most important part of your day. No matter how full filling it is, carrying a 1 year around can be tiring. The errands are catching up with you today: you need to go to the store, the bank, and bill offices in the span of 4 hours. Carrying a wild Rose around was destined to make that 4 hours into a 6 hour day.

Luckily Dominik is more than excited and willing to watch his daughter on a day off. Rose is perched on Dominiks lap with tiredness in her eyes, they are sitting on the couch, watching a cartoon trying to wake up. You walk through the house ready to leave and complete errands, your keys jingle and Dominik and Rose look over at you not prepared for you to leave just yet.

Rose pouts, inhaling in stutters her eyes getting glossy. Before Rose starts to throw a fit Dominik picks her up from behind holding her up in the air making noises at, “Mommy will be back baby”, he reassures her making faces after. You twist the door knob and open the door as quietly as possible slipping out of the house to run errands.

Dominik glances at the door to make sure you made it out. He sits Rose back down on his lap facing him now, “Are you hungry princess?”, he asks her picking her up when she all but yells at him. Dominik holds her in his hands, leaning down to kiss her forehead watching her smile cutely. Dominik can’t help but coo and baby talk at his daughter, “Awh my baby is hungry, aren’t you princess?”. Rose coos in his arms waving her hands excitedly when she gets put in the high chair.

Dominik stands at the counters popping open the glass jar of mixed vegetables for babies: he grabs a spoon and walks infront of his daughter. Dominik puts on a suprised face gasping as the spoon gets closer to Rose’s lips, her face lights up in recognition. “Here it comes!” He says to her excitedly making airplane noises. Rose smacks her lips scrunching her face at the new taste of food, Dominik laughs softly, basking in her sweetness. His daughter is perfect. Dominik moves away from Rose going to the sink to put the spoon away when Rose breaks out into tears.

Dominik turns his head quickly; protective of his daughter. Rose sniffles and sobs making grabby hands at Dominik not wanting him to leave her. “Awww” he rushes to take her out of the high chair, “I’d never leave you princess” he kisses her soft head again “Never”. Rose’s sniffle subsides when she gets to lay on her dads chest, his comfort calming her down almost instantly. Rose lays on Dominik her arms wrapped around his neck as she sniffles without meaning, really only wanting her father attention.

Dominik rocks his daughter moving to the nursery to let Rose wind down after her nap. Dominik puts her on her stomach with diffrent toys for her to play with. Dominik indulges with his daughter picking up and rattle and shaking it loudly, crawling around with her for at least 30 minutes. Rose starts to slow down and she lays her head on the carpet only to sit up again, fighting off sleep. But nothing gets past Dominik, he smiles rolling to pick rose up again and hold her in his arms. “Is my baby sleepy? It’s okay honey”, Dominik lays on his back with Rose against his chest, her small fingers gripping the fabric of his shirt. Dominik rubs her back lulling her to sleep, feeling himself get tired too.

Rose drifts off; her mouth partially open and drooling. Dominik lies there for a few more minutes, enjoying the moment of bonding with his child. He cradles her, careful to not wake her as he stands up, all he does is move to the rocking chair. Holding her with a blanket now in his hands as he rocks back in front putting himself to sleep just like her.

Now Rose and Dominik has woke up, Rose got changed and had a snack all before Dom decided to do some around the house chores. Rose would make this a challenge. Dominik is standing at the sink washing dishes and looking at Rose from the corner of his eyes. Rose crawls over to her fathers leg, pulling on his sweatpants to get his attention, even going to length of hugging his leg. Dominik notices her; rubbing her head and telling her to wait, “One second princess, Daddy has to finish cleaning”. He talks to his daughter all the time even if she doesn’t understand a word he’s saying.

As soon as Dominik looks back at the dishes Rose breaks out into another sob, rubbing her face on his pant leg. She pouts at Dominik, doing grabby hands again, she loves being held. Dominik looks at her trying not to spoil her by picking her up all the time, but her sweet little sniffles break his resolve. He dries his hands off on his shirt before reaching down immediately, attaching his daughter to his side.

“It’s okay, We will tell mommy we forgot”, he says to his daughter even though she didn’t understand any of that. But her eyes lit up when he said mommy, something both parents are used to. The only difference is that when Dominik walks out the door Rose throws a huge fit, she’s a daddy’s girl after all.

[livelaughlovekny]

He declares his love for you

a/n: Suddenly felt the urge to write this and was rather rushed and short.

WARNING: MAJOR SPOILERS + ANGST (Comfort at the end) I'm really bad at angst but I tried. This fic can also be read with any other characters in mind since I didn't mention any names. (rewritten version)

 He could tell. He could notice all your little signs. He knew how nervous you were deep under your cheery and assured facade. He silently observed how you carried out daily tasks and training while constantly harbouring your fear. It wasn’t that he didn’t understand where the source of your fear was, it was that he didn’t know how to comfort you. How was he, just a single fighter, supposed to rid of the flames of uncertainty of  war and death that smothered you daily?

  Your sole comfort was his presence. Hard concrete evidence that he was alive and well and here. But you knew peace wouldn’t last long when a war is approaching. So you would hold his hand and talk to him whenever you could, desperate for a sign that all would turn out well in the end. His silent love for you would be enough for now so you continued with what you hoped would always be your daily routine.

  But when the skies were dark and the gleaming stars were obscured, you couldn’t help but reveal your heart a little, “Do you believe in reincarnation and soulmates?” Out of the corner of your eyes, you could see that his head had turned to look at you, silently studying you. You knew it was dumb of you to ask such a question. He was known for being blunt and logical, such people would never be blinded by the idiocy and craziness of love and hope. And yet with the war approaching, you knew and felt your desperation soar along with your fear. You realised that your constant obsession over reincarnation and finding soulmates no matter what were your desire to forever be loved regardless of the situation.

  It was illogical and out of the blue of you really. You were never so revealing of your broken little heart during the span of your close and loving relationship. He was sure of it despite the constant blurred faces and vague voices in his head. He was sure you had never trusted someone so much. And he has never been more sure that he loved you and that when it comes to you, every thing in the world could never stop him from pleasing you, ensuring your happiness always came first. And how he wished he could find the words to express it. “No. Reincarnation and soulmates don’t exist. It’s silly of you to think so and such thoughts could lead you to your demise.” 

  His harsh and blunt words were what managed to seal away the raging fire of desperation within you. It burnt but at least now you wouldn’t know it was there. You smiled brightly at him and laughed. “You’re right, I should just focus on my training and the war,” squeezing his hands, you continued, “And I hope to see you in the light at the end of this hellish dark tunnel.” He didn’t respond or return your affectionate actions so you smiled and continued on talking on another topic. He silently listened to your rambles. If being cold would help you survive, he would just have to wait longer to express himself.

  Just like how his presence could soothe you, his absence left you absolutely devastated. His lashes fluttered gently as he struggled to finally be able to find the words he longed to tell you. Softly gripping your hands a little more firmly to get your attention, he cried as he finally managed to see what your lovely face looked like after his confession. You were his everything and now he could finally let you know. Clenching his pale hands tightly, you sobbed out words of anger and anguish towards the cruel world, determined to regain the love you lost.

  And so after many lifetimes, there you stood at the altar, once again holding hands just like the both of you did. There you stood, crying from the words your beloved uttered.  Unknowingly, he declared his love for you with the same words he did then. Except this time, all was well.

Perhaps reincarnation and soulmates didn’t exist but the both of you knew that there was no one else you could possibly meet in all your lifetimes and worlds that you would love as much as them.

  “...And I’d choose you; in a hundred lifetimes, in a hundred worlds, in any version of reality, I’d find you and I’d choose you.”

a/n: i promise im working on my requests! Quote + Source: “And I’d choose you; in a hundred lifetimes, in a hundred worlds, in any version of reality, I’d find you and I’d choose you.” ― Kiersten White, The Chaos of Stars (rewritten version)

[azumasoroshi]

guess who just watched summertime rendering (it's really good)

guys what the FUCK

(spoilery-review stuff will be below the cut but tldr: summertime rendering is really good, subverted a lot of my expectations, gorgeous animation, keeps you on your toes and has smart characters and good writing, just try not to cringe too hard at some of the haha boobs/haha panties jokes i swear there's not too many)

okay funny story. i got interested in this anime literally yesterday because one of my favorite channels was analyzing its ending song by chance

and i was like oh it's like anohana but a murder mystery? interesting premise. doesn't necessarily guarantee that it's good, the animation looks pretty at least, but it's 25 episodes and my attention span kinda sucks...

and i see the main girl in a swimsuit and im like alright. the second there's a really weird zoom on her chest im out

(my live thought process pictured below)

and the first shot or so was of the swimsuit girl (ushio) without any weird zooms so i was like okay hey we're in the clear so far

AND THEN

one minute ten seconds. dawg. that actually has to be a record of some sort

and i was 🤏this close to dropping the anime but i really wanted to see the dark horrifying stuff so i continued anyway

like. maybe that's a one off joke. maybe they wont do it again and that was just to get weirdos to be like AYYY and keep watching. maybe there is hope

there was no hope.

but i hung on anyway because right after that was the OP and it looked really interesting mostly because there were no anime visuals at all until the very end

which was. shinpei being a little bit silly. little but quirky. vibing persona 3 style baby baby baby baby baby baby baby

so yeah i decided to keep watching until the end of the first episode despite my apprehension because i just. wanted to see the dark shit go down. uaghhhhhh

and i kept watching EVEN THROUGH the clear insinuation that the mc's adopted sister was in love with him and that the mc was in love with his other adopted sister and the police officer was looking at porn in public and then FINALLY

FINALLY

(major + ending spoilers start here)

they killed my favorite character.

and then they killed the younger sister and then they killed the MAIN CHARACTER AND I WAS LIKE DAWGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG

like i was expecting it to be dark but i didnt expect them all to straight up die on screen with blood splatters n everything :sob: wasnt expecting the time loop either

like. you gon have this gorgeous animation just to make the characters' deaths that much more brutal. holy fuck

i realized the other anime this reminded me of. this anime is a anohana x kagerou project crossover. thats fuckin crazy i kinda dig it

people also compare it to re:zero which is fair cuz it has the time travel, the unexpected brutality, the short haired girl who gets rejected in favor of the long haired girl (lmao) i just like kagerou project more

it somehow didnt connect the first time that it wasn't mio and i was like huh i wonder why they suddenly skipped time

and then when this scene rolled around for the second time i literally like. it hit me so fast and i was like FUCK. i was like genuinely terrified help

and then she started stabbing the ever loving shit out of totsumura and i was like oh okay! guess i dont have to wait in suspense for what she'll do at the very least

and then she stabbed shinpei in the throat and i was like OH OKAY

that scene also terrified me cuz like the phone call happening while the killer is nearby is a classic horror trope but like. i dont watch horror usually. that's my worst nightmare

it was on his third death that shinpei really started to shine for me as a protagonist because like. he's smart. notably so! it was really nice because the classic horror starts to fade away at this point and everything becomes a giant chess match

fair enough though cuz bro was like "LMAO NAH I REFUSE TO DIE AGAIN THAT SHIT PAINFUL AS FUCK" (and then repeatedly died a bunch more anyways)

it's interesting that his whole "take a step back" thing is like. a trauma response too. we love dissociation representation lmfao

shinpei was also really quick to adapt to everything and it took a LOT of shit going down to make him finally lose his composure, but he gets back in it and doesnt waste time and it was really refreshing because yknow anime (and the horror genre in general) with its overdramatic clueless protagonists

and also!!

i immediately pegged sou as the loud dumbass yosuke/ryuji type (i love them and their depth, im talking about surface level) best friend who wingmans for shinpei and immediately gets sus of shinpei and gets killed first n shit

but that was my bad like damn sou was a really good character

to be fair this was his first introduction

and the line "I should tell Sou everything" with a shot of the sky is REALLY FUCKING OMINOUS, so i feel like that was a bit of a bait and switch on the author's part lmfao

i stopped taking screenshots around this point so ill just talk about a bunch of parts that stood out to me pff

HIZURU MINAKATA MY BELOVEDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD

she's so autistic and so smart and so just. god. i love her

AND RYUUNOSUKE IS BABYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

i literally wanted to cry seeing him in the ending like dawggggggg he's SO cute id marry him no questions asked

he and hizuru were my favorites along with nezu because badass old man SLAYS

i also surprisingly really liked ushio lmao i thought she'd be like the usual manic pixie dream girl and then just based on her being in a swimsuit but like. she was honestly a joy as a character lmfao

like. her being the biggest powerhouse next to hizuru? did not see that coming, we love a girlboss!! and she's also smart and forward-thinking despite the airheaded vibes so like damn. good character! i really liked what little we got to see of the real ushio interacting with her shadow too, it was a nice bit of character building + it was funny lmao

mio was the only character other than shide that i just straight up did not like lmfaosgkjhsjg the whole "im in love with my stepbrother" was just. fuckin. weird to me from the start and you have no idea how fucking relieved i was that shinpei didn't accept her confession or get with her at the end

of course it's like. not any better that he got with his other stepsister. but like mio was more annoying so it's fine (😭)

she ended up being a damsel in distress who didnt really do anything up until the school fight where she still didnt do much, and with how much ushio emphasized "protect mio" you'd think she' have some sort of plot relevance but nope she just. thought about her brother a lot and confessed after 20 episodes and got rejected and cried

it's like all the buildup to her confession was PURELY to buildup for the ACTUAL confession which was shinpei telling her that he was in love with ushio

which is lame

like jesus her shadow had more plot relevance than her. i literally liked her shadow more than her like ????????

tokiko was a good character though i liked the "i didnt dirty my hands for this" foreshadowing and also her being a lesbian was an unexpected surprise that i liked lmfao she's a fuckin real one for still encouraging mio to be with shinpei despite being madly in love with mio. what the hell was that "i want her to see all of me" line like girl????

shide was a good smart villain, he kinda started getting cheesy typical anime villain by the end but by that point the anime was pretty firmly in the action/strategy genre and relying a lot less on the horror/mystery part so it was alright

i did love the talk he and shinpei had about video games and the FF7 namedrop was hilarious lmfao

it was cool how they had the callback to him being a video game nerd during the first fireworks festival with that 2d 3d king thing

absolutely despise him for what he did to hiruko though like. ew.

i didnt really get why hiruko deadass reverted into this weird lookin baby thing at the end but like haise was cute i liked her

didnt understand how they literally changed history either but i guess the magic eyes are like "fuck time lmao all my homies hate time" so oh well, i guess it works

the ending was really a full on "everybody lives and is happy" type deal but like. i didnt even mind man i was literally ecstatic seeing hizuru's boobs again like holy shit. you know you're watching a weird ass anime when you start crying at the fucking fanservice scenes like ohhhh my god

and like goddammit they deserve happiness

although. i was a bit pissed that they brought ushio back to life. like yeah she deserved to be brought back and yeah i do love her but rip the themes of grief and regret i guess

the show was never really about grief so i get why she was brought back but like ueeeuueueuueuee the whole "i don't want to do anything i'll regret again (including leaving ushio before we had the chance to say goodbye) so i have to keep moving forward" was really good character stuff and hrekjajsghjhsg i guess it paid off at the end???

whatever ill take getting hizuru and ryuunosuke back no matter the narrative costs

anyway yeah really good anime, definitely exceeded my expectations (which were pretty low to be fair though), i did watch all 25 episodes within 24 hours so i might be a little insane

[mcl4r3n]

dando pre-slash h/c after lando's break up announcement

for @landoisokay <3

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Daniel wishes he smoked. He doesn’t, has only ever lit a dart a couple of times when he thought he could fit in with the cool kids better, but he hates how it tastes, and considering how much cardio Michael makes him do, it just would be terrible for him overall. 

But sometimes he wishes he did, if only to give him something to do with his hands, if only to give him an excuse to step away from everyone and everything for a few minutes. 

Not that that stops him from pulling away, anyway. It’s an exceptionally cold day in Zandvoort and he’s still dealing with the news breaking about his leaving McLaren. He really doesn’t want to talk to anyone. 

He finds a spot in the paddock that’s blessedly quiet, which is rare considering that it’s media day, but he really can’t be arsed to care right now. He needs to be alone. 

Except when he turns his head to the left, he sees Lando sitting on the ground a bunch of meters away from him, looking as dejected as he feels, which makes no sense. He’d think that Lando would be in the garage or something, probably relishing in the fact that his position as first driver has been solidified. 

Daniel wants to ignore him. Sure, they’ve become better friends over the year, but Lando is still his main competitor. He clenches his jaw. He’s better off not paying him any attention. They haven’t even spoken properly since the news was announced. 

But then Lando sniffles, peering at his phone, and that’s when Daniel’s phone goes off, the notification that Lando’s posted something new in his stories appearing on his screen. Yes, he does have Lando’s notifications on. Sue him. They’re friends. 

So Daniel opens the story up and sees the announcement: I wish her the world and have so much respect for her and all she does as such an amazing and strong women with nothing but kindness. 

Ah, Christ. 

Pls respect our decision and respect our but more Importantly and especially her privacy moving forward. Thank you for your endless support.

Daniel locks his phone. Now he really can’t ignore Lando. 

“Hey,” Daniel calls out, and Lando looks up, then sees Daniel. His expression goes from shocked to shuttered in the span of a few seconds. 

“Hey,” Lando replies, and then fiddles with his phone. The endless pings of notifications seem to cut off immediately. He pockets his phone, and looks away. 

Daniel pushes himself up, makes the short trek to stand next to Lando. 

“Is it okay that I’m here?” Daniel asks.

Lando only sighs, lifts one shoulder up in a shrug, and nods to the spot beside him. He’ll take it. 

Daniel plops down next to him with very little grace, and knocks Lando’s shoulder with his. 

“I’m sorry,” Daniel says. “I just—yeah. I saw.” 

Lando lets out a wet little sob-laugh. “How the hell did you—“

Daniel waves his phone around a little. “Notifs on.” 

“Ah,” Lando says. “That’s—yeah. Didn’t think you would.” 

They sit in silence for a long while because Daniel hasn’t ever been great at comforting people after break ups, especially when he doesn’t know the details in the first place. He just knows that Luisa made Lando happy, and had a chance to meet her a couple of times. 

“D’you—I dunno, d’you wanna talk about it?” 

Lando sighs again. “I don’t wanna—you have enough on your plate. It’s fine. You don’t have to like—pretend or whatever.” 

Daniel nods, figures it’s fair that Lando would think this was pity. 

“To be honest mate, I feel like listening to your shit would give me a chance to stop thinking about my shit, so I’m actually being selfish in asking. But it’s cool too if you’d rather not.” 

Lando’s mouth curls up in a wry little smile. 

“I’m gonna—miss this,” Lando says quietly. 

“Huh?” 

“This whole—you don’t bullshit me,” Lando replies. “Everyone else has been just like—It’s okay, she didn’t deserve you, you didn’t deserve her, all that crap. You’re just. . .  you just wanna know. I appreciate that, I guess.” 

Daniel huffs an exhale through his nose. “That’s me, Mr. I’m Your Therapist For The Next Five Minutes.” 

Lando nods again. He wrings his fingers into a tangle. Daniel sees three spots of raw skin, obviously from where Lando’s bitten through the hangnails. 

“I dunno mate, I thought we were good, but I guess I’m a shit boyfriend or whatever.” 

“This sport eats you alive,” Daniel replies. “It’s hard to like—“ he gestures with his hands. “Juggle everything.”

“I thought it was going okay,” Lando says. “We were both really busy, and I wasn’t—like, I don’t know. Stupid. Like, stupid to get jealous over shit. Stupid to be angry about her not being able to fly out. Stupid to get mad at her for being pissed that I wasn’t giving her enough attention.” 

Daniel is painfully aware of how difficult it actually is trying to maintain a relationship while also just fucking—trying to drive well weekend after weekend. 

“Some people are built for it, and some aren’t, mate, that’s just how it goes.” 

“Yeah,” Lando says. He brings his thumb to his mouth again, dry skin between his teeth, and despite Daniel having the same problem, he still reaches out and takes Lando’s hand and rests it back on Lando’s thigh. 

“Your hands are fucking filthy,” Daniel says. Lando snorts under his breath. His hand is still firm on Lando’s. 

“You’re one to talk,” Lando replies. He uses his other hand to tap on Daniel’s short-as-fuck nails. 

“Well, I’m jobless next year, so I think I get a pass,” Daniel says, nudging him with his shoulder. 

Lando sobers up real quick after that. Crap. 

“I’m sorry—about that—“ 

“Nah, that’s—it’s not on you,” Daniel waves off. “It’s—eh. Just. It’s fine.” 

Lando sighs, moves his hand away in order to rest his weight on both hands behind him. He closes his eyes and tilts his chin up to the sky. Somewhere, a breeze blows through. 

“The fucking pair of us, eh,” Lando says. 

“Yeah.” 

“I didn’t—I don’t want this, you know,” Lando says softly. Daniel looks up to see Lando looking at him, piercing blue-green, wide and shining and sincere. “I—we weren’t great, and you dealt with a lot this year especially, but I thought—I thought you’d have more time. To fix it.” 

Daniel tilts his chin to his chest, the words washing over him. 

“We both lost something thinking we still had time to fix shit,” Daniel replies. “Never know if that’s true or if these things are just meant to happen.” 

“No way to know,” Lando says. 

“Did you know? That the breakup was coming?” Daniel asks. God, he really wishes he had a cigarette or a vape or something to like—just have something to do. Quell the buzz of anxiety that’s coursing through him. 

Lando pulls his lower lip between his teeth, and starts shaking his head, before it turns into a reluctant nod. 

“I gave her the option,” Lando says. “We had a really bad fight and like, we’ve been on the rocks for months now, and we didn’t talk for a while, and I just—I didn’t wanna keep making things harder for us both. So yeah I just—fucking—I asked her if she wanted out and she said yeah. So. Yeah. I didn’t fight it. And now we’re—We’re here.” 

“I’m sorry, mate,” Daniel says. “That blows.” 

“Yeah, I’m sorry too, about—everything, and about you,” Lando replies. 

It’s not quite a heart-to-heart, because how much can they actually talk about their respective hurts stone-cold sober while they’re set to face the fucking media for this weekend’s race. 

But Daniel manages to bring his hand to the back of Lando’s neck and squeeze, and he feels Lando’s tension leave momentarily. 

“It’s gonna be okay, yeah?” Daniel says, willing himself to believe his own words. Neither of them know what the landscape of their tomorrows will look like. He doesn’t know how many fake smiles he has left in him. He doesn’t know where he’ll be next year. Lando doesn’t know how he’s going to move on. 

But at least they have this moment to themselves where they’re just mates sitting next to each other, commiserating their own respective heartaches. 

“Yeah, Danny, it will be, you and me both,” Lando says. He manages a small smile, and it actually reaches his eyes. Daniel hopes that his own looks the same. Lando claps him on the knee. 

“Good talk, okay, sweet,” Daniel says, laughing a little. Lando rolls his eyes, rubs the heel of his hand to his nose. There’s a thin sheen of snot on Lando’s upper lip now from it, but Daniel figures he doesn’t need to point it out. 

They both get up, and Daniel’s ready to make his retreat into hospitality before he feels arms envelop him, arms slung around his neck. His own arms go around Lando immediately, automatic, and Daniel closes his eyes to relish in the solidity of Lando, the firmness of his body, the reality that he’s real and Daniel is real, and for the first time in three weeks, Daniel feels like he belongs in his skin again. 

“Thanks, DR,” Lando says, muffled. “I—yeah. Thank you.” 

Daniel squeezes him harder, and he doesn’t even care if they get papped hugging. It’s been a hell of a time. Shit’s hard. This fucking sport is hard. Dealing with a break up is hard. It’s nice to know that in all of that, he still has this real thing, too. Sure. They’re friends. He isn’t losing Lando by leaving McLaren. This feels like a promise. 

“Anytime, Norris Lando,” Daniel replies with one last squeeze. “Any fuckin’ time, yeah.” 

They pull apart, and Lando’s big hands squeeze his traps one last time before he visibly shakes himself out of it. 

“Christ, let’s get media over and done with,” Lando says. 

“Time to face those cunts,” Daniel replies. They walk back into hospitality together, closer than they normally would, elbows brushing and shoulders bumping. 

[lorebite]

𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒇𝒆𝒄𝒕 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 | 𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

warnings: 18+ minors dni. cursing. gender neutral reader. suggestive content (dirty talk, finger sucking, handjob, begging, fingering (male receiving), spit as lube, done in front of a mirror, praises and slight affectionate degradation, cum eating, sub Eddie). established relationship. pwp.

summary: you give Eddie a handjob in front of a mirror and force him to watch himself as he falls apart for you.

You couldn’t remember at this point what instigated this very moment. As you sat on the edge of your bed, facing the tall mirror that was propped against the wall; Eddie was nestled between your spread knees, his fingers digging crescents into your thighs as he writhed with pleasure within your arms.

His eyes rarely remained locked upon the reflection of his flushed face nor did they on your collected one. They bounced and skimmed the span of the ceiling, his head thrown back to meet the slope of your shoulder. His unruly curls tickled your cheek as he squirmed. You smirked, sliding your fingers deeper into his mouth as you watched the thick thread of drool run down his chin.

He whined incoherently, voice high and piercing; his mouth sucked obnoxiously loud on your fingers as you pumped them in and out at a deliberate pace. He gagged on your fingernails that kept pushing a little too far to the back of his throat, a petulant groan vibrating on his tongue.

You kissed the ridge of his jaw, eyes finding his in the mirror as your fist glided across his throbbing cock. You hummed softly and with satisfaction under his ear.

“Mmm, such a pretty boy. You’re my pretty boy, right?”

Eddie was quick to agree even though his words were muddied on the length of your fingers. His fringe was darkened with sweat and plastered against his forehead, cheek reddened and warm against your wanton lips. He whimpered when you didn’t give him an immediate response in hopes of earning back your attention.

“Shhh,” you breathed against the shell of his ear and felt him shudder in your arms. “It’s okay, baby. I got you.”

Eddie gave a drawn out, muffled curse, sputtering helplessly as his chest hitched with a sob. You cooed at him.

“You poor baby. You wanna cum that fucking bad for me?” You giggled, rousing another short whine from the boy. “But I’m not done with you, yet.”

You finally pulled your fingers out of his mouth and with it, came a deep sigh from him. His neck remained limp against your shoulder, jaw slack and the pink tip of his tongue lolling aimlessly behind his glistening lip as he drew in greedy gulps of air.

You guided your wet fingers down his body and past his flushed needy cock that sat twitching and leaking in your expert hand. Your fingertips then began toying with the warm seam of his ass, tracing coyly over the halo of muscle around his tight hole. A shaky gasp slipped through Eddie’s lips, body growing visibly tense with electrifying anticipation. You jerked your shoulder and forced him to lift his head back up.

“Look at yourself when I slide into you.” He obeyed; lip rolled back between his teeth and broad eyes glossy, he met his own gaze in the mirror, the red on his cheeks deepening if that were even further possible. He grumbled under his breath and averted his focus. You tutted disapprovingly. “Ah, ah, ah! Straight ahead, sweetheart.”

Eddie returned his gaze to his reflection, shy eyes peering up from beneath his lashes. You smiled at him in the mirror, pressing a firm kiss to the corner of his mouth.

“Good boy.”

With his eyes now pinned to your every move, you pried the tip of your finger into his entrance. The shift in Eddie’s features was immediate; as soon as you were inside him, his face distorted with needy plea – brows curled up and lips circled into a silent moan. He spat a thick gasp, head barely rolling back to fall against your shoulder again before he remembered what you had ordered him to do. He choked out a low curse as you slowly pumped your finger once.

“Fuck! See how you pretty you look for me, sweetheart? It makes me wanna eat you all up.”

Eddie’s thoughts were far from the point he could form them into proper words. All that left his mouth were pathetic sobs of moans and broken whimpers. And if his voice let up enough, he could utter your name – so breathlessly it was as though that single word was his lifeline, anchoring him to reality from which he was losing his grip. And a simple plea was etched deep into the sound. You crooned mockingly at him, fingers working elaborately between his legs, lips leaving a trail of slippery kisses down the side of his neck.

“Use your words, sweetheart—”

“Please… please…”

“Please?” You hummed playfully, grinning into a kiss.

He sobbed again. Utterly helpless and at your complete mercy. You nudged your nose into his cheek and snickered into his fevered skin. Slowly circling back to his ear, you hooked Eddie’s earlobe between your lips and tugged it ever so lightly, coaxing another delirious groan from him.

“Come on, baby. Tell me what you want.”

“I wanna – fuck – I wanna…”

“Mhm-hmm,” you drawled softly, pressing chaste kisses along his jawline. “You wanna?”

“I wanna cum. God, I wanna cum so bad. Oh—” He cut himself off with a high-pitched gasp as you curled your finger inside him. He arched his back into your chest, his fingers returning to squeeze your thighs. “Oh, fuck, baby. Just like that. Keep going. Please.”

And you did; your one finger sliding skillfully over that soft bit of flesh that made Eddie’s toes curl and his breaths shallow, your other hand slipping across his hard shaft much faster now. 

He seemed satisfied with the pace. You could easily recognize that from the way he squirmed and moaned so loudly while pressing deeper onto you, his hair a tangled mess and damp with sweat against his tempting neck. Until he was begging you – again – to stretch him with a second finger. You clicked your tongue with feigned annoyance.

“Greedy little boy, aren’t you, sweetheart?”

He whined, the agreement much too clear in the seemingly frustrated noise. However, you obliged, pushing another finger to meet the one that was already burrowed knuckle deep inside him. You listened, to your absolute ecstasy, to the bold moan that bounced off of the gasp flitting through his permanently open mouth.  

“God, look at you,” you said through teeth, voice turning low and tapering into a heated growl. “So fucking needy. You wanna make a mess for me? Hmm?”

Eddie stuttered his agreement.

“Mmm, I bet you do. Go on then. Cum for me like the good little slut I know you are.”

You pushed his head back up with yet another jerk of your shoulder, forcing him to meet his own eyes in the mirror once again. 

“Eyes ahead, baby. I want you to see yourself when I make you cum. Fuck, you’re gonna look so damn pretty.”

Not long after the words were out of your mouth, Eddie came with a shuddering cry, his warm cum oozing down from his swollen tip and through your fingers. His chest heaved as he drank in calming gasps of air, small satisfied moans tipping off his wet lips in slow succession as his dazed eyes roamed the short ceiling.

Soon, he was melting in your embrace, shoulders growing slack and the weight of his body pushing back into yours. A lazy smile crept to his face as he inclined his head to seek your eyes in the mirror.

“Good boy,” you cooed, raising your soaked hand to his face. 

He eyed the wet streak of cum that coated your skin, catching the cheap pale light overhead as you twisted your wrist slowly. His tongue swiped over his lip, inquisitive eyes rising to meet yours in the reflection once again. You cocked your head, reading the silent question on his face. A sweet smile adorned your lips – a vast contrast to what you spoke next.

“You make a mess, you clean it up yourself. That’s the rules, baby boy.”

Eddie took your fingers eagerly when you slid them into his mouth. Moaning with contentment, his eyes fluttered shut as his tongue lapped up the spread of your digits and the salty smear of his own arousal. An all knowing smirk danced coyly across your lips.

“You’re fucking insatiable.”

He giggled, low and mischievous, as his round glimmering eyes flickered to yours, his lips twisting into a grin around your soaked fingers, sucking on them noisily. He mumbled his response through the mouthful – something you could barely make out in his voice but clear to you nevertheless.

“Of course, you are. You’re my dirty little slut.”

And Eddie beamed brightly at that. Such perfect perversion.

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Happy Birthday @sincerelytan 💙💚 Thank you for being a supportive friend in the fandom, and a fun. energetic presence in my life outside of it for these past few years 🫶🏻

This is very rushed and last minute, but I couldn't go the day without posting something for you! I hope you enjoy reading it, and that you had a great day today! Wishing you another amazing year ahead 🥰

[post divider by @/cafekitsune]

Contrary to what most people believed about her, parties could be intimidating for Mimi. She liked attending them no doubt, but throwing one always sucked the life out of her and yet, she could never step back and let anyone else take charge because unfortunately with her, planning an event gave her a kick like nothing else ever could. But once that phase was over and the party actually came to be, you'd easily find Mimi running around making sure every guest was comfortable, that the cutlery was spick and span, the flowers fresh, the drinks flowing and the food ever ready to be consumed. And as much as she tried to keep things simple, as her friends often advised her, it was impossible for her to not get carried away by the flow and then suddenly you'd find her running across Tokyo looking for an ice sculpture centrepiece under the warm August sun.

Today she managed to take things slow however, or so Yamato had remarked when he'd woken up and stepped into the living room which was also the venue for the day. Since then Mimi couldn't fight the gnawing feeling that she hadn't done enough. She went around the house checking and rechecking all the preparations, almost as if she was looking for a fault because if Yamato was satisfied by something then her standards were definitely not being met.

"Today isn't about you, Meems."

She stopped fiddling with the white and blue roses that adorned a large glass vase kept in the centre of the room. While she was grateful for Yamato's help with shifting around the furniture in the room so she could decorate it appropriately for the party, she knew she could do without his dry commentary.

"I'm perfectly aware of that." She rolled her eyes at him and began to check the ribbons she'd tied around the chairs that circled the centre table.

"Hilary specifically said she wanted to keep things minimal." Yamato did not seem to get the hint that she wasn't in the mood to talk to him right now.

"And I have kept things minimal-"

"But you're still fussing around like something's missing!" He insisted, narrowing his blue eyes at her from across the room.

"I am not!" She lied, moving away from the centre table to inspect the various vases of every size and shape she'd decorated the rest of the room with, "I'm just running the final checks."

"For the past two hours?"

"Well you never do something like this, so you don't know how careful one needs to be with the checks."

"Sure." His wry tone grated against her ears but she paid it no heed and continued moving around the room, "Do you even know what time it is?"

Now those words caught Mimi's attention. Having replaced their living room wall clock with an art piece as decoration and with her phone left behind somewhere in their house, she had no idea just how long it had been since she'd started the preparations. She rushed to where Yamato was standing as he held up his phone screen for her to see the dreaded digits displayed starkly across it.

The girls would arrive in less than two hours and Mimi was still in her pyjama shorts.

"Oh my god-"

"Relax, I prepared the bath for you,” Yamato said, a small yet deeply smug smile flashing across his face as he patted her head to help keep her emotions at bay, “You go in and I'll set out the clothes while you bathe."

"But…but Yama kun, I - I think I forgot to decide what I'm supposed to wear…" Mimi could not hold back the choking sob that surfaced in her throat as the realisation dawned on her. She’d been so busy buying the right decorations and planning the right menu, that she’d ignored a few things on her checklist for the week, one of which included planning an outfit for this party. But before she could begin to panic, the sound of laughter broke her train of thought and she fixed a glare at her boyfriend who stood in front of her clutching his stomach while his eyes were squeezed shut.

"Stop laughing! This isn't funny!"

"It truly is.” Yamato managed to speak in between chuckles, “The great Mimi Tachikawa forgot to pick out clothes for a party. They need to put this on the news."

"Shut up, you're not helping!" She shrieked as both her hands flew to her head. She could feel an impending panic attack rise in her chest as an image of all her friends showing up earlier than she expected and her receiving them in the clothes she’d slept in last night appeared in Mimi's mind. But before she could begin to pull out her hair, she felt a strong grasp around both of her wrists as Yamato sternly took her hands in his and kept her sanity at bay.

"Okay, okay, let's get you to your closet." While his tone hadn’t lost its humour, he still sounded softer than before as he tugged at her hands to get her to follow him.

Maybe it was the sound of Yamato’s low humming, or the sensation of his warm palms wrapped around hers but as they walked towards the bedroom, Mimi was able to take a few deep breaths and began to feel calmer. Once they were in the closet, she felt more in her element surrounded by the colourful sight of her clothes lined up perfectly and the scent of the flowery fabric that enveloped the roomy walk-in closet.

“What was the theme again?” Yamato asked as he gently let go of her hands and began to skim through the clothes on the left side of the closet.

“White and blue,” Mimi muttered as she took to the right side, surely with the two of them searching they’d be able to find something in this enormous collection of hers.

Even with her back to him, she could feel that Yamato was trying his best to bite back on making a sarcastic joke, the impatience radiated off him like a rippling wave as he rustled through her clothes. Knowing that they didn’t really have much time to spare, Mimi wanted him to stay focused so she turned around with folded arms and decided to get over the teasing as quickly as possible.

“What?” She asked flatly, almost making Yamato jump at the irritation in her tone.

He turned his head back to meet her eyes and a smirk immediately graced his lips as he pulled out a hanger and dangled it in front of her, “I’m guessing you want to wear something much more sophisticated?”

Mimi rolled her eyes and snatched the white and blue striped bikini piece from his hand, throwing it in the back of the closet as the sound of his satisfied snicker filled the air.

“You’re supposed to be helping.”

“I don’t believe there’s any harm in showing up to a party wearing a bikini, in fact, I will support your brave act by keeping my hands all over you mmph-”

The sequinned blazer she’d grabbed off the rack hit Yamato right in the face, drowning the rest of his sentence as Mimi tried to fight off the warmth spreading across her cheeks.

“You’re supposed to be helping.” She reminded him, turning her back to him so he wouldn’t catch her blushing. 

She heard the sound of sequins hitting the floor but could not catch whatever Yamato grumbled under his breath. On another day she might have humoured him, put on the bikini just to tease him and see how far he would take the joke before succumbing to his own embarrassment. But today they were short on time for such games, even if the thought of Yamato's hands all over her body refused to leave her mind.

“Here you go, this is white and blue,” Yamato stated triumphantly so she turned again to look at what he had picked out.

It was an old dress of hers, one she’d forgotten she even owned. A white beach dress with blue spaghetti straps that were tied into a bow behind the neck. The style wasn’t too flashy but not completely plain either, it would be perfect for today’s event since someone else would be the star of the party and Mimi didn’t need many eyes on her. As glad as she was that Yamato had managed to dig this out from the depths of her collection, she was a little surprised by the feat too.

“How did you find this? I don’t think I’ve worn this since high school…”

“I gifted you this, so of course I know where it’s kept.” He shrugged in response as if this was obvious enough.

Mimi tried not to grin too widely as she stepped closer to him and took the dress from her hands, “So you were searching for this right from the start?”

At last, a tinge of red appeared on Yamato’s face as he stuttered out a reply, “O-of course not. I only remembered because I caught sight of it over there,” he said as he vaguely gestured towards the back of her closet, not doing a good job at keeping his emotions hidden.

“Awww, Yama-kun you’re such a softie! Do you remember where I’ve kept every present you’ve given me till date?” Mimi squealed at him, knowing that he would rather the earth swallow him than accept that he was extremely cheesy when it came to stuff like this.

“Don’t be ridiculous! Aren’t you getting late by the way?” He pulled out his phone again and avoided looking at her as his whole face turned a dark shade of red under dim, closet light.

Mimi promptly linked her arms with his to make sure he wouldn’t rush out before her, “Maybe, but I would like to talk more about whether you have a little diary where you cutely scribble all these details about our relationship-”

“Ah the water must have gotten cold by now, let me go and check the bath for you!” Yamato squeaked as he somehow untangled himself from her and dashed out of the closet.

Mimi giggled as she followed him out, a glance at the clock in their bedroom reminded her that she was getting late but she was sure the girls would forgive her once they heard about the new cheesy trait of Yamato she’d discovered.

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I'm angry you made me ship finnfern because I can't post about this new brainrot but I've got ship-art hands that won't stop drawing them. The struggle is real and I never should've clicked on that fic link, curiosity meet cat. /nsrs /lh and I did ugly sob at both chap 2 and chap 4, it was disgusting. /gen

damn, thats a little sad. it was pretty popular back when fern episodes were new but ig fandom has a short attention span. ur followers can always just block the tag? idk, i wouldnt let internet strangers control how you enjoy things/express yourself but i started this tumblr as a place to dump art for my fic in the first place, so i might not get it ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ ppl who follow me for other junk dont rly mind afaik.

ive added ur cry tally to the board. On a more serious note thank you for reading, it's real long and it means a lot that people are willing to set aside valuable time to pay attention to anything I do.

[vhs-rs]

My attention span is so short, i can never finish things

sobs and posts unfinished stuff 😭

Don’t mind the shocking revelation i was having lmao

[jedi-enthusiast]

WIP Wednesday

I've seen @adiduck do a WIP Wednesday and I've decided I'm gonna do it too! It'll be fun!

I've been working on several different things at once (I have a short attention span, sue me)--so y'all are gonna get three different snippets!

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The last line I wrote for the next chapter of "maybe it's the past that's talking:"

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The last line I wrote for the next chapter of "bloodshed, crimson clover:"

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And a little snippet of an upcoming WIP:

The battle continued on, drawing on for what could’ve been hours or mere seconds. 

Their sabers clashed. 

Hot air seared his throat. 

Running. Blocking. Deflecting. 

Over and over again.

Always on the defensive, the grief-stricken words he exchanged with Yoda echoing in his mind–

“Don’t make me, I can’t– I can’t kill Anakin, he’s like my brother.” 

The horrible, cursed, security holo repeated like a taunt.

Falling. Falling. Falling. 

Anakin’s saber, modeled after his own, cutting through their fellow Jedi—their family, his family

the sobbing, the screams.

Lava at his feet. Burning. 

Obi-Wan wished he had the strength to rip his eyes from his head. 

So close the edges of his robes singed from the heat. 

But even blind, it would still be burned into his memory forever. 

An apology, a plea, a guilty confession torn from his throat, “I have failed you Anakin…I have failed you…” 

His friend, his student, his brother…turned and knelt in front of a black-cloaked lord of the Sith. 

“I should have known the Jedi were planning to take over,” Palpatine’s lies and manipulation spewed from Anakin’s own mouth. 

“I should have let them shoot me.”

Finally…finally…it ended. 

[kindwhispers]

hello! any mangas you can recommend? all time fav or something that impressed you recently

hi there 🤍 i haven’t been reading that much these days (bc of my attention span sobs) but i’m really really enamoured with these lately:

ballroom e youkoso - this one is my current favourite! there’s also an anime but imo it doesn’t do the manga justice so it’s better to read it. lovely lovely characters & it has an amaaaazing art style. could honestly go on about how beautiful this manga is but yeah and it’s currently on-going!

namida ame to serenade - probably my current fav on-going josei <3 it’s an interesting concoction of historical romance & time manipulation. beautiful art style, just read it honestly it’s so good!

veil by kotteri - this one is so sweet it’s also one of my favs! there’s no definite plot it’s basically like seeing a couple express love in the subtlest intimacies. reading this is like leafing through a vogue magazine it’s so so pretty.

cocoon entwined - this is a GL! it’s interesting but honestly the plot is all over the place, it’s a visual marvel though so i still recommend it.

will i be single forever by mari okazaki - it only has 4 chapters, one of my best reads this year hehe

shimanami tasogare - one of my all-time favourites, it’s a short read too! beautifully written and drawn, this one really stuck with me <3

other mangas i recommend: aoashi (sports manga about soccer it’s sooo good), hirayasumi (on-going slice of life), houseki no kuni (one of my favs), skip to loafer (on-going coming of age), witch hat atelier (on-going) watashi no angela (doujinshi), daisuki na tsuma datta (one shot), gakusou (one shot), inochi wo odoru (one shot)