#please this would be such a cute fic to write

[23victoria]

“mi hermosa niña” ❀

carlos sainz jr x fem!reader

summary: request by @mimisainznorris!! Do you write Sainz x fem!reader fics? If you do,can ⭐please⭐ make a fic where Carlos and reader are in a happy relationship but she's lil bit insecure about her looks and Carlitos tries to help her with that. I think that would be cute🤧

warnings: insecure reader, that’s it really not too specific and some fluff

authors note: thank you for the request baby 🤧!! i hope you enjoy it!! any feedback is appreciated and please like, comment, and reblog!! hope you enjoy!!

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You’ve been with Carlos for a year and a half now, and everyone says you're one of the cutest couples on the paddock. Your relationship is the kind that other people look at and feel envious of. You’re loved by everyone, always getting compliments on how beautiful you are. But behind closed doors, things aren't always as perfect as they seem. You've always had insecurities about your body, and today, it's one of those days when those insecurities are overwhelming you.

Carlos decided to take you out for dinner tonight. It was supposed to be a fun evening, a chance for the two of you to relax and enjoy each other's company away from the noise and pressure of the paddock. But as you stand in front of the mirror in your shared apartment, all you can see are the flaws. You trace your fingers over the parts of your body that you wish you could change, feeling a wave of sadness wash over you.

Carlos walks into the room, looking handsome as always in his neatly pressed shirt and jeans. His smile fades as he sees the expression on your face. “Cariño, what’s wrong?” he asks, his voice full of concern.

You can’t hold it in anymore. Tears start to fall as you turn to him, your voice breaking. “I just... I don’t feel pretty. I look at myself and I see everything that’s wrong. I don’t understand how someone as handsome as you could be with someone as ugly as me.”

Carlos’ eyes soften, and he steps closer, gently taking your hands in his. “Oh, mi amor,” he murmurs, his heart breaking at seeing you like this. “You’re the most beautiful woman in the world to me. Every single part of you.”

You shake your head, pulling away to look back at the mirror. “You have to say that because you love me,” you whisper. “But I see the way people look at you. You could have anyone you wanted. Why would you choose me?”

Carlos turns you to face him, cupping your face in his hands. “I choose you because I love you. Not just for how you look, but for who you are. Your kindness, your strength, your laughter – they make you more beautiful than anyone else.”

“But my body...” you start, but Carlos stops you with a gentle kiss.

“Your body is perfect because it’s yours,” he says softly. “Every mark, every curve, every so-called flaw tells a story about your life. They’re beauty marks, reminders of who you are and what you’ve been through.”

He wraps his arms around you, pulling you into a comforting embrace. “When I look at you, I see the woman who stands by my side, who supports me and loves me unconditionally. I see the woman who makes me laugh, who makes every day better just by being in it. You are so much more than what you see in the mirror.”

You feel the warmth of his words start to melt the icy grip of insecurity. You cling to him, letting the tears flow freely now. Carlos holds you tighter, whispering soothing words in your ear. “You are beautiful, inside and out. And I will spend every day reminding you of that, no matter how long it takes for you to believe it.”

After a while, your sobs subside, and you pull back slightly to look at him. “Do you really mean that?” you ask, needing to hear it one more time.

Carlos smiles, brushing a tear from your cheek. “I’ve never meant anything more in my life,” he says. “You’re my everything, Y/N. And I wouldn’t change a single thing about you.”

He kisses you again, and this time, you let yourself take him in. You can feel the love and sincerity in his touch, and it starts to drown out the negative thoughts in your mind. You’re happy to have someone like him by your side, helping you see the beauty that he sees.

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Carlos keeps you close as you both head out for dinner. The restaurant is cozy and intimate, a perfect setting for the heartwarming evening ahead. You can’t help but feel lighter as you sit across from Carlos, his reassuring presence calming your nerves.

The conversation flows easily as you talk about everything and nothing. Carlos makes you laugh with stories from the paddock, and you can’t help but marvel at how effortlessly charming he is. He’s always been able to make you feel special, even on your darkest days.

As the evening progresses, Carlos reaches across the table to take your hand. “I want you to promise me something,” he says, his eyes locking onto yours. ���Whenever you start feeling like this again, come to me. Talk to me. Let me remind you of how incredible you are.”

You nod, squeezing his hand. “I promise,” you say softly. “And thank you, Carlos. For everything.”

Carlos smiles, a look of relief and happiness washing over his face. “That’s all I need to hear, cariño,” he says. “I’m here for you, always.”

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The night ends with a walk along the beach, the city lights reflecting off the water. Carlos keeps you close, his arm around your shoulders as you stroll in comfortable silence. You feel a sense of peace that you haven’t felt in a long time, and it’s all because of him.

When you finally get home, you feel lighter, more at ease. Carlos’s words echo in your mind, and for the first time in a long time, you start to believe them. He loves you, truly and deeply, for who you are. And maybe, just maybe, you can start to see yourself through his eyes.

As you lie in bed that night, wrapped in Carlos’s arms, you feel a warmth spread through your chest. Carlos whispers one last affirmation as you drift off to sleep, “You are my everything, Y/N. Never forget that.” And with those words, you close your eyes, a small smile on your lips, feeling more loved and cherished than ever before.

Bonus:

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mi hermosa niña 😍😘💋

y/n_ig awww baby!!! i love you 🥹❤️

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[genshingorlsrevengeance]

Politely affectionately agressively begging for more Furina fics you write her AMAZINGLYYYYY PLEASEEE and it's so rare to see my girl get any fics YOU A REAL ONE FR FR 😫😫😫😫😫😫😫😫😫😫😫😫😫😫😫

(Genshin Impact) Furina watching an emotional movie with her S/O

*Imperial Guardsmen Voice* IF SUCH IS THE EMPEROR'S WILL! Also, you can imagine this as an Isekai S/O or Fontaine somehow developed movies, idk you can work the imagination on how movies exist in Tevyat, I'm just here to give you the funny/cute.

Furina's lips trill in boredom as she sits down on the couch, an hand underneath her chin.

Dinner had already been finished, dessert promptly followed but the night was still young.

Her S/O was in front of the couch, rustling coming from a box they were searching through.

She got up from her seat and knelt next to them, curious as to what they were looking for.

(Furina) "S/O?"

(S/O) "Hang on, just looking for something we can watch...ah!"

S/O pulled out a box containing a small CD. Furina couldn't help but flinch instinctually.

(S/O) "Before you ask, no it's not a horror movie."

With a sigh of relief, she grabbed the box and raised an eyebrow.

(Furina) "Oh thank goodness!...A-Ahem, so, what is this?"

(S/O) "It's from Inazuma. It's a super cheesy story about a man and female meka falling in love."

They put a finger to their chin as Furina scoffed as she crossed her arms.

(Furina) "Oh please, I've seen far worse premises in my stage plays, S/O!"

(S/O) "True, but this one might make you cry."

Furina's smirk grows bigger hearing their lack of faith.

(Furina) "Psh! Me? Cry at a love story probably told a thousand times? Please! Put it on S/O! I'll prove you otherwise!"

ONE HOUR LATER...

S/O and Furina were sitting quietly, nearing the end of the film's duration.

The man's head was resting on the meka's lap as he was nearing the end of his life, though the mood was very bittersweet.

With a beautiful piano tune playing in the background, the Meka looked up to the sky, finally getting a revelation for the human it fell in love with.

[Mekaigis] "Not everything needs to be for some greater purpose. Just caring for someone can be enough. That's all we need to give our lives meaning. As for me, I've found my path. And that's to protect you with my life..."

S/O's heart strings tugged at the touching dialogue. Blinking away a few tears, S/O turned to Furina.

(S/O) Furina's been really quiet. I wonder if she's not as affected as-

S/O's thoughts were interrupted the moment they actually glanced at their girlfriend.

Furina reached for her box of tissues, which was already halfway gone, and blew violently into it.

She proceeded to wipe away her tears with her hands while her lips trembled, eyes locked onto the screen the entire time.

(S/O) ...Okay yeah, she's doing as good as I thought she would.

S/O moved in closer to hold her hand and at least give her some comfort for this admittedly tear-inducing scene.

Only for their hand to be almost hurt from her grip strength as she held on with all of her passion, Furina's attention daring not to even turn away.

S/O almost yelped out in pain, but kept strong for the sake of their girlfriend's immersion.

And with the man finally closing his eyes, the movie finally came to a close, with the music's lyrics riding the scene out.

[Movie] "kaze no koe hikari no tsubu madoromu kimi ni sosogu-"

Furina stood up from her chair, pointing to the screen with tears still fresh in her eyes.

(Furina) "T-THE MOVIE ENDS RIGHT THERE?! BUT THAT'S NOT FAIR! HE AND MEKAIGIS FOUGHT TO SAVE THE WORLD, THEY SHOULD BE HAPPY TOGETHER!"

S/O couldn't contain their soft laughter, getting up and attempting to calm her down by gently wiping her tears away.

(S/O) "I agree, but it's a rather beautiful ending to such a tragic story. But what did you think of it?"

Furina pouted at their laughter, crossing her arms and huffing.

(Furina) "I'd rather have watched a horror movie, something like that is way too sad!"

(S/O) "I thought you said you wouldn't cry-"

(Furina) "I-I was simply crying at their performances! They did an amazing job acting out a horrid script, as a performer I couldn't just ignore their handiwork!"

S/O playfully rolled their eyes as they sat Furina back down, quickly joining her on the couch.

(S/O) "Is that right? Anyways, there's a followup sequel where it follows Mekaigis after the events of this movie called the Answ-"

(Furina) "PUT IT ON RIGHT NOW! I HAVE TO FIND OUT RIGHT NOW!"

Her voice cracked as she pointed at the screen, making S/O laugh and comply.

(S/O) "Yes, ma'am."

Furina's leg bounced anxiously as she watched S/O painfully put the next film in slowly, getting immersed again immediately.

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Author's note:

This isn't actually anything related to the post besides the obvious reference, I just have to get it out of my system because I was listening to the soundtrack of said reference. Ahem. AAALLLL THE JOURNEYS START SOMEWHERE WITH A FIRST STEEEEEEEP NO ONE'S SURE WHAT LIES AHEAD BE BOLD AND BRAAAAAAAAAAAAVE (STAND UP!) ROADS MAY BEEEEEE ROUGH AND TOOUUUUUUGH THOUGH IT WILL LEAD SOMEWHEEEERE (NOTHING EASY GET UP AND GO GET IT GO) SOMETIMES IT'S JOURNEY ITSELF THAT TEACHEEEES A LOT ABOUT THE DESTINATION NOT AWARE OOOOOF NO MATTER HOW FAAAAAR (NO MATTER HOW FAR) HOW YOU GOOOOOOOO (HOW YOU GO HOW YOU GO) HOW LONG IT MAY LAAAAAST (CARPE DIEM NO TIME TO WASTE) VENTURE LIFE, BURN YOUR DREEEAAAAD! (YOU GOTTA VENTURE LIFE GO GET IT BURN YOUR DREAD)

[love-kurdt]

What are your all time favourite fanfics from each genre: fluff, smut, and agnst? <3

oh lord, this is TOUGH. i’ve read thousands of fanfics in my life and it’s borderline impossible for me to choose 😭

i can’t rlly separate them into genres per se bc most of them are multi chapter novel-length fics, but i will if applicable!

i’m not a huge fan of condensing entire works into a single word!!! authors work too hard for their writing to be trope-ified like that! so if any of the writers come across this post, please know that i would write fucking essays about these fics if y’all asked.

and one last disclaimer: i’m currently on my phone with limited cell service in europe and can’t jump between tabs to check peoples’ separate tumblr and ao3 usernames, so i’ve tagged who i know off the top of my head!!

so here are my top 10 (in no particular order, just listing what comes to mind first)

“in the sun” (kurt cobain x OC) by ugh-nirvana on wattpad. it has been my favorite fanfiction of all fucking time; i read this at least once a year. primarily fluff and angst, but it follows the OC and kurt through high school and into adulthood. the author and i are actually friends now bc we wrote two of the most popular kurt cobain x OC fics on wattpad 😭🖤

“the windows of this love” (byler angst) by delusional together (Whyyyyy) on ao3. phenomenal story, i cry every time i read it, and i’ve read it so many times it’s kind of a problem lmaooo. it was also one of my inspirations for TIMT.

“that blue gibson” (dave grohl x OC) by thatbluegibson on wattpad. a literal masterpiece. cute, romantic, fluffy, spicy, all of the above.

“the rawest desire (in it’s friendliest form)” (byler smut) by bangingbiddies on ao3. they have a very apropos username; this fic had me slamming my laptop shut multiple times and screaming at my cat. probably the best smut i’ve read tbh.

“i’m a wreck (without you here)” (byler angst) by @oldfashionedmorphine on ao3. INSANE. BEAUTIFUL. LYRICAL. i cannot praise this story highly enough, it’s one of my favorite byler fics of all time. alcoholic mike wheeler is my favorite mike wheeler ngl.

“second chances and dances” (byler angst/fluff) by @foodiewithdahoodie on ao3!!!! i’m a huge sucker for dad mike fics, and this one is *chefs kiss*

“lost without you” (byler angst/fluff) by julia_skysong on ao3. another dad mike fic i actually just finished for the 3rd fucking time in the past 6 months. i recommend reading this whole series, it’s so well written (and is still being written!!).

“fence sitter” (byler smut) by pinkcash on ao3. exactly what the title suggests. sensually spicy and severely suspenseful.

“boy in my class [gerard way]” by lilyrose93 on wattpad. it’s a gerard way x OC. very cute, very cliche, but if you’re looking for ✨fluff✨, this is it. and listen, i know writing about real people who are still alive is kinda weird but like… this one is serious, ok??? 💀

“tell me i’m a bad man” by therevengeparade on wattpad. along the same lines as the one before this— it’s teacher/student frerard. very messy, very smutty, top tier drama. if it helps at all, this was probably my initiation to gay fanfic. so… thanks therevengeparade!!! love u!!!

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happy reading, friends 🥰🖤✨

[im-overstimulated-and-im-sad]

WIP Wednesday

Starting this off today - 💝

This is from the next chapter of my TK and Sophie fic -

2011 -

“Why are you nervous?” Sophie asked. “This isn’t someone you’re trying to date. Like, isn’t this person coming over a girl?”

“Yes, she is a girl”. TK nodded. “A girl who agreed to help me when she didn’t have to, so I don’t fail the first test of summer school that has an actual grade. Please don’t say anything weird to her when she gets here”.

Sophie nodded. “So, you don’t want me to tell her that you still have all your baby teeth in a jar in your room because the thought of the tooth fairy coming in to your room for your teeth terrified you?”

Instead of answering, TK turned to glare at their mother, who had just come back out into the living room. “Why would you ever tell her that?”

“I’m sorry, catch me up here,” Gwyn said.

“TK’s baby teeth, love,” Enzo called from the kitchen.

“Oh”. Gwyn nodded. “TK that’s nothing to be embarrassed by. It’s cute. You know, I have told that story to so many—”

“Mom!” TK exclaimed, hiding his face in his forearms.

“I have not told that story to anybody,” Gwyn amended. “Sweets, please take a breath”. TK just groaned and shook his head. He turned and looked at the box his sister was rifling through.

“What are those?” TK asked.

“Your Bubbe made the ill-advised decision to give your sister a box of photos she never organized or put in albums,” his mother answered, “Which, I don’t even know how she ended up with some of these. Half of them are from when I was in law school”.

“Well, lookee here,” Sophie mused. “I’m saving this for the next time you tell me I need longer shorts”.

“Sophie, I am twenty-two years old in that picture,” Gwyn said, looking over her shoulder. “When you’re twenty-two, I’m not going to comment on what you wear”.

“That’s bullshit,” Sophie said quietly. Not quietly enough, as she still got a strong rebuke of “Sophie Strand. Language”.

“Oh, look at this one,” Sophie held up a picture of Gwyn in a full-length sparkly gown.

“That was from when I was in law school,” Gwyn said as she passed the picture to TK.

“You look like a princess,” Sophie told her. “Princess Thumb Ring”.

TK inspected the picture. “She’s right! Mom, why do you have two thumb rings on?!”

“Because I have two thumbs, young man,” she replied, taking the picture back. “And it was the 90’s. They were in style”.

“There is no way that’s true,” TK muttered quietly. His sister nodded in agreement.

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@mooshkat @tailoredshirt @kiankiwi and anyone else who wants to do it - open tag 🫶

[demonichikikomori]

hear me out…. pirate! ruggie and mermaid! reader

HE’S MY HANDSOME LIL PIE RAT AAAAAAA

His eye bags are going insane someone needs to get that boy a nap NOW.

untitled.02 - pirate!ruggie bucchi x mer!gn!reader

I think this would happen when Capt. Leona docks the boat and Ruggie decides to go fishing. He catches a cute little mermaid on his hook and can’t help but think: Should he turn you in for some cash? Or keep you on the boat like an exotic pet.

Leona won’t care what he does as long as Ruggie still does his tasks like he’s asked. So, I hope you like sleeping in a tank on a rocking boat for a while. He didn’t have the heart to dump you on someone who only wants to dissect you. Besides, you’re pretty charming for someone who lives in the sea while he sails through it. Why hasn’t he seen someone as gorgeous as you before?! You need to surface more often… Well, too late for that now because he’s filling a tank with water to keep you in. It’s small and cramped and your tail fin hangs out of it, but Ruggie makes it livable until he steals gets you a new tank.

Ruggie takes good care of you.

He pours water on your scales, brings you all sorts of shiny things he found on land, he feeds you fresh fish and seaweed. You feel like a pet to him sometimes… But when he starts decorating you in rings, pins, bracelets and necklaces… That’s when it feels different. Now you feel like a living piece of treasure he owns. Which is a major upgrade from a pet!

He won’t ever be romantic towards you since the truth is: He’s holding you captive on a boat with Leona’s permission. And he doesn’t think you’re happy even if you say you are. One day he’ll ask you in the dead of night as he slowly pours water over your glittering scales. You can hardly see his face in the dim room, only lit up by an oil lamp.

“Do you want to go back to the ocean? Or do you want to stay here on Savanaclaw?”

The room is silent, except for the water dripping into your little tank as you admire the many more shiny trinkets he has given you this week.

He’s allowing you the choice to leave, or stay. He won’t be upset with you. Ruggie just wants you to be happy.

[bellalunadreams]

Merlin Cinderella au 🫣

I’m not good at writing but, I think it would be really cute to have a Cinderella au with everything being the same (setting and Arthur being the prince wise)

It would take place when Merlin just comes to Camelot, and instead of living in the castle, Gauis has a house/healing center in the lower town.

I don’t think the evil stepmother and sisters would come into play. But it would just be Merlin coming to Camelot like in the show and becoming quick friends with people in the kingdom (huge ‘everyone loves Merlin’ believer)

Uthur wants Arthur to marry to continue the bloodline and to secure him as next in line to rule. So he holds a ball for all eligible (noble) suitors in the kingdom (suspended disbelief of Uthurs possible bigotry 💀)

Merlin wants to go cause he thinks it’ll be fun but he can’t since he’s not a noble. He goes looking through Gauis’s old magic books to find a spell to change his appearance and accidentally summons a fairy godmother.

He gets his disguise but it’ll only last till midnight so he makes the most of it and causes as much mischief as possible, when else is he ever gonna get an opportunity to get into the castle and get away with anything he wants with no repercussions? (No one will recognize him 😈)

Arthur is overwhelmed with everyone practically throwing themselves at him so he gets away to the gardens( or something of that sort)

There he spots Merlin setting up a prank or something. He questions what he’s doing and Merlin says something like “are you a snitch?”

Merlin and Arthur proceed to pull pranks on a bunch of the nobles and Arthur has the time of his life for the first time in forever. Merlin doesn’t treat him like the prince, he treats him like just some guy and Arthur loves it.

They settle down back in the gardens with them both in a fit of laughter after their last joke. One of them makes a comment about having not danced the entire night. With the overbearing music of the hall muffled by the quiet of the garden, they dance together under the moonlight.

Arthur makes a comment about not even knowing Merlin’s name when the bells chime for midnight.

Merlin’s eyes widen like saucers and he takes off, shouting apologies as he goes. And in his rush off his neckerchief snags on one of the flower bushes.

Arthur finds the neckerchief and swears he’ll find that mysterious man again.

Merlin makes it back to Gauis’s hut just in time as the spell wears off and passes out in bed

The next morning there’s a royal decree to find the man danced with the prince and lost his neckerchief getting away

I feel that Arthur would be really determined to find him. And he would know that Merlin was not a noble, no noble would behave the way Merlin did.

Arthur would personally go through the whole kingdom, house to house if he had to.

I feel like they would meet again in a really funny way too. Like Merlin would be delivering something for Gauis and they would run into each other like how they met in the show.

As soon as Arthur would hear his snarky comeback he would know that it’s him lol

Arthur would propose to him on the spot with the neckerchief

And they would live snark-ly ever after

[fandomrose]

Sunday - Love Hypnosis

Sunday hypnotises you (consensually) to relax you.

No spoilers.

No description of reader or readers troubles so project what you are personally struggling with as you see fit.

No angst just fluff. I thought this concept would be cute. I've seen many a yandere Sunday hypnotises you, and that's great but consider - consent and fluff.

(This isn't a jab, I too enjoy a yandere fic from time to time but I also want to see fluff and I haven't seen this done in a fluffy way yet.)

I don't know why I'm mildly obsessed with this man but I am. (Cough Cough, I read maximum ride as a kid and now I automatically fall in love with winged characters. Cough Cough.) I need him to hypnotise me please and thank you.

(I have a few fics in the works that I need to finish but I'm struggling.)

As usual enjoy. Love ya 💙

"Darling?" Came the light and airy tone of your beloved. Though there was a hint of worry in his voice as he took in your face down, slumped form. "Are you alright?"

He could tell very well that you were not alright. But he would coax an answer out of you one way or another. Though the only answer he received was a groan.

"Darling." He sighs but chuckles at your obviously aggravated self. "Allow me to help you." 

Your body goes limp as you let him move you from a sofa to your shared bed. "My darling. Tell me what's gotten into you."

He chuckles as you groan out a single word relating to your issues. "Life."

"Oh, my darling. You'll let me soothe you for the night won't you?" He only felt it was right after the many nights you had soothed him. 

Patient, kind, understanding. Three words that when asked by others what you think about each other, you'd both say about each other. A pure give and take without a scoreboard, that's how you operated. You were both busy or stressed for one reason or another so that's how things had to be.

The simple love you shared was enough most days but sometimes things went wrong.

Sunday had performed hypnosis on you before so he knew it worked but he'd never engage unless you agreed. You knew the question he asked meant he wanted to soothe you via hypnosis, and with the state of your mind you would happily agree. 

"Please do." 

He wouldn't offer if he didn't have the energy you knew this, a rather large argument took care of that when he'd overworked himself then passed out after hypnotising you once and a medic had to be rushed in. Needless to say, you weren't happy with his carelessness. And seeing how upset you were he agreed to be more careful with his health.

You didn't want to think anymore so as you lay there looking up at him with your tired eyes and weary mind, he smiles. He caresses your face and hair before taking a deep breath and reciting that familiar chant.

"Oh triple faced soul, allow me to take hold of this one's mind and soothe them of all worries and burdens. The word Beloved will be the catalyst for control."

With that simple incantation your mind belonged to Sunday for a short while. Your mind felt fuzzy and slow but not unpleasantly, the way it would when you achieved complete relaxation. 

Like he had done before, he would take you through your nightly routine with this hypnosis.

"Beloved, follow me to to the bathroom." He helped you up while your body automatically followed his words and stood up. 

Walking was about the most complex task you could complete, he wasn't Xipe Themself, so his power only went so far. 

"Beloved, lift your arms." 

You do as told and he aids in stripping you, ready to be cleaned. 

"Beloved, sit on this stool and close your eyes." 

You again do as told his voice muffled through the layers of hypnosis, but soothing nonetheless. "I am going to wash your face first darling." He always narrates what he does before doing it as not to startle you.

You felt a cool, wet, cloth glide over your face and you can't help but sigh with satisfaction. You feel it gently caress your cheeks and softly rub your eyes tickle behind your ears. You hear the cloth being rinsed and wrung, the muffled sounds of the water soothing you further.

"I am going to wash your upper body now darling." And, as before, you feel the damp cloth glide over your neck and upper body, letting him move you has he sees fit. Soft humming coming from him lulls you deeper into his hypnosis. The cloth glides down and caresses your chest before moving to wash your back. You'd make sounds of relaxed satisfaction if you could but your exhausted body coupled with the hypnosis has made your brain devoid of any thought or control. Just how you want it. 

He moves back to the front of you with a new cloth. "Beloved, spread your legs, I need to clean you." 

Your body complies without hesitation and that's what he does, making sure to be extra gentle around this sensitive area. He is thorough but doesn't linger long this time, not wanting to spark anything in you this evening.

Standing to switch the cloth again, "I'm going to wash your legs and feet now darling." Still being as gentle as ever his hands and the cloth slowly makes their way down your legs massaging them as they go. A light massage is given to your feet as well before he finishes and pats you dry with a towel before he deems your body clean.

"Beloved, open your mouth wide." 

He orders next, your mind too fuzzy to think of what else could be doing. You hear more water then feel a hand on your chin. "I'm going to brush your teeth darling." Then light scrubbing of your teeth and tongue can be felt, he is thorough with this area too. Not wanting to be the reason you have cavities he takes his time. Not too long later he finishes with you. You can hear things being put away and muffled sounds of him walking around you, maybe inspecting you. Before he stops in front and, 

"Beloved, open your eyes and stand up. Its time to go to bed."

You're led back into the bedroom now that he is satisfied that you are clean. "Beloved, are you ready to sleep?" 

Compelled to answer, you do. "yes"

"Beloved, do you want to sleep with me?"

"Yes"

"Good, let's get to sleep then shall we." 

The sounds of fabric and draws is all you hear for a moment before he guides you into bed with him. 

"Beloved, lay down." 

When he's satisfied you are comfortable You feel his soft skin against yours, the wings on his head lightly brushing your face in reverence before he pulls them back. It isn't often he blesses you with his naked body, the vulnerability gets to him at times. 

Once you've laid down and he's pulled you close he asked one more question.

"Beloved, are you ready to be released from hypnosis?"

"Yes"

As the words leave your lips he begins the incantation to remove his influence on your mind. 

"Oh triple faced soul, this one has completed this ones tasks and can now be freed from the shackles of my control with no burden."

Everything goes still as your senses return slowly, reacclimating you to reality. A few minutes pass of him softly stroking your head and neck while you come back to him.

"Thank you Sunday" a soft whisper conveying how grateful you are before you promptly pass out the exhaustion and relaxation hitting you full force as you melt into the bed and his arms.

"Oh my beloved, I'd do anything to see you happy and relaxed like this more often. I am grateful for all you do for me so it's only natural. I love you, so much my beloved."

He whispers to your sleeping self, pressing small kisses to your forehead, cheeks and nose. Watching the small twitches at the contact makes his evening and he feels like he too can finally relax.

[difeisheng]

time, left on ice - 1

Here's a memory for you. A memory that Fang Duobing cradles like a shooting star fallen into his hands; a wish taken bright, crackling form, one to hold onto even if he is burned by its warmth:

He is nine, and the cold of the ice rink seeps through his coat, fingertips growing numb from bracing himself at the edge of the barrier. Fang Duobing doesn't mind, leaning forward as much as his mother will allow him. If he wills it, maybe he'll teleport and be able to glide across the ice himself, spirit on the wind like the skaters circling before his eyes.

The competition has already ended, flowers and stuffed animals and any manner of gifts Fang Duobing can't make out strewn across the ice. His excitement, though, from the moment he sat down squirming in the front row to the last camera flashes at the podium, is no less dead. It is buoyed by every other person sharing this moment, roar of the audience filling the arena. The bass of the announcer's voice becomes half drowned out by a wall of applause, names called out in this aftermath.

He is here for only one.

And so Fang Duobing shouts, along with the crowd. Three syllables, as loud as he can, waving a hand in the air the way he sees others do with banners or flags. Be quiet, his aunt says from the seat behind him, You'll give yourself an asthma attack, it's already cold in here, but what's one more of those compared to what may be his only chance to see him?

The barrier digs into bruises at Fang Duobing's elbows, where he's pushed himself to see over the edge, matching ones at his knees from when he fell two days before. Over and over, too clumsy to land his jumps during practice that afternoon. None of it matters now, the ache or the heavy drag of his next breath at the bottom of his lungs, because in the next instant there is a blur of scarlet and silver at his side of the rink and suddenly, suddenly—

Li Xiangyi is just feet away, standing tall and smiling like he's the sun, clasping the glint of gold hanging around his neck. A loose strand of hair has fallen into his eyes; he shakes his head to brush it away, dark ponytail swishing halfway down his back. Fang Duobing hears a girl two seats to his left make some incoherent noise.

"Li Xiangyi, wo ai ni," another voice in the section screams, and he laughs. All other sound abruptly fades away from Fang Duobing's world to commit it to memory, fixed on Li Xiangyi's smile as it reaches his eyes, shining out with whatever it must feel like to be the happiest person on earth. He sweeps into a bow, the draping sleeves of his costume rippling with the motion. When he rights himself, it is to blow a kiss to the audience.

A hundred hands reach out to pluck it from the air, vying to receive it. So does Fang Duobing, unthinking, trying to hold anything of Li Xiangyi's.

He does not expect it to be his gaze.

Li Xiangyi skates forward, a chasm of one pace and then three, and then he's there, folded against the other side of the barrier. "What's your name, xiao-pengyou?" he asks, voice a warm wind, just loud enough that only Fang Duobing can hear over everyone else. These words are for him alone.

"Fang Duobing. But my family calls me Xiaobao," he tells him.

"Cute." Li Xiangyi braces one hand on the barrier, beside Fang Duobing's. "And do you skate?"

"Yes!" Fang Duobing smiles, and sees a hint of teeth in Li Xiangyi's own at that. "Still learning, but I'm going to become a figure skater too. Just wait," he says, as sure as he can sound.

Li Xiangyi is silent for a beat, looking down. His other hand cradles a few things he picked up from the ice. Fang Duobing waits and the moment stretches, and stretches— did he say something wrong?— but then Li Xiangyi hums, and he places something in Fang Duobing's grasp.

It's a sword, when Fang Duobing turns it over. A small toy one, made of wood, a piece of red ribbon tied to the handle. He knows what it's referencing immediately, with every second of that gala performance two years ago carved into Fang Duobing's mind. Li Xiangyi's flowing sword dance across the ice had made him famous just as much as any medal he'd won by then.

Someone else must have carved this for Li Xiangyi. Fang Duobing looks back up at him, to protest. Shouldn't he have it? But Li Xiangyi pushes his hand away gently, when he holds it out.

"It's yours. I'll see you on the ice one day, Fang Duobing."

As he stares at the sword, Fang Duobing catches the edge of a slight, quick motion, of Li Xiangyi reaching up to his mouth. An empty candy wrapper crumples in his hand a second later.

When he finds Li Xiangyi's eyes for the last time, Fang Duobing sees him wink, finger held to his lips. Their secret to keep.

And then Li Xiangyi is gone, flying off across the ice and out of Fang Duobing's life, empty breeze in his wake. Fang Duobing is left behind, grasping at what Li Xiangyi gave him. The words, and the sword, and the promise they come together to create.

He'll meet Li Xiangyi again, next time without a rink barrier between them.

The competition is over.

The dream is not.

~*~

One year later, the headlines read, 'Figure Skater Li Xiangyi Suffers Freak Accident After Fourth Podium At World Championships'.

Six months later: 'Li Xiangyi Retires From Competitive Skating At 20 Due To Injuries, Ends Start To Flourishing Career'.

Another year later, and the news has no mention of him at all.

~*~

Five years after that, Fang Duobing wins his first medal as a senior skater, on a national level.

Li Xiangyi isn't there.

—————

Yuri!!! On Ice AU, anyone?

(to be continued)

[anxious-bisexual-0]

Can I PLEASE have someone, a wonderful writer, a perfect and lovely writer, write a modern Polin story based on the story “Coffee” by Chappell Roan?

“I’ll meet you for coffee cause if we have wine, you’ll say that you want me, I know that’s a lie. If I didn’t love you, it would be fine, I’ll meet you for coffee. Only for coffee. Nowhere else is safe, every place leads back to your place.”

It fits so well with Pen’s insecurity in his affection for her, especially right after they get kiss. Like “I want to see you and spend time with you but if we do anything other than coffee I will end up in your bed and telling you I love you. And you don’t love me, obviously, so let’s just keep this really chill.”

I would love love love love if someone wrote something like this. Modern and angsty and sexy and ya know ends in a cute confession and then ya know sexy stuff hehe

[pool-of-gwens]

Duke Thomas hcs

- he has literally no idea what he wants to do when hes older, part of him wants to be a social worker like his mum, or a paleontologist, or a film director, but he kinda flips between possible careers every month or so. (rn its poet)

- he goes to see local bands all the time, around one a week, most of the time with the other we are robin kids (or the robin-squad as they’ve been lovingly nicknamed), Riko, Izzy, Dax and Dre. And he always tries to make Dax’s bands shows when ever they get gigs

- hes actually in a poly relationship with the rest of the robin-squad. It started with Duke and Izzy then Riko joined and Dax and Dre who were already in a relationship joining once Dre had stopped being emotionally constipated

- Duke, Steph and Babs have been banned from being on trivia teams together because they always win by a landslide.

- Dax has always been weird about Duke being fostered by Bruce and avoids going to the manor at all costs, Duke knows why but hes not going to mention it until Dax feels comfortable.

- of all his partners he had the worst relationship with Dre, after the constant fighting while in the we are robin movement together they tried to avoid each other and at least be civil while in their relationship. Eventually their other partners caught on and started trying to get them together. It took a while but one day Duke came over with a rocky dvd and said ‘you like boxing, I like films, d’ya wanna just see if we can go the whole movie without fighting??’.

- The next day all of their partners phone wallpapers were changed to a photo of Duke leaning against Dre's shoulder, both asleep with the rocky credits playing in the background.

- Duke has a list in his notes app labeled ‘shit list’ number one is Izzy's brother, two is joker, three gnomon and for a brief period of time number four was Dick but they have since made up (via a pokemon cards game)

- Cass was the first person Duke introduced his partners to in the family. shes probably the person hes closest too of all the bats and the first one he considered family.

- after a really annoying case or a busy week Duke and Cass will meet on the tallest building in Gotham and just sit together, talking, watching the sunset, sharing the blackmail on their siblings, or just hanging out on a tall building with some pastries (Duke usually gets a danish while Cass gets a chocolate croissant)

[eddiemunsonfix]

Okay so, I have this idea that I would love for someone (anyone) to write out. Imagine the new girl, who’s the super cliche good girl type, (always in pink, perfect grades, just all around total sweetheart girly girl) shows up at a corroded coffin gig and loves the band, which shocks the hell out of Eddie, but they start getting to know each other and when he tells her his favorite band is Metallica she’s just casually like “oh really? My older brother is best friends with Kirk”

[season-of-the-squirrels]

looking for steddie fics with

platonic stobin where steve and robin are deeply codependent and love each other just as much as (if not more than) steve and eddie (and is actually important to the story and not just a throwaway)

eddie and robin friendship that exists outside of steve

steve being so sleepy. look at that man he is the sleebiest boy alive he just wants to go snork mimimi

zero emotional intelligence from anyone involved

will byers!!! will motherfucking byers!! who is literally the best character in the whole show and also has the BIGGEST best-friends-sisters-boyfriend crush on steve harrington

steve and max sibling arc. they are literally brother and sister i dont make the rules. eddie and max too but eddies more of a fun uncle and steve has to stop him from letting the kids drink beer

[little-otter-writes]

genuinely asking are you fat or chubby because your eddsworld headcanons seem a liiiittle offensive!

No I'm not, nor have i ever been

and I'm VERY sorry if any of my headcanons or oneshots are offensive in any way!

I try my hardest to make all my works enjoyable by all, my intention has never been to offend anyone, nor say anything offensive

It was genuinely not my intention. My intention was to make them wholesome and positive and just some cute headcanons. I am deeply sorry to anyone who found them offensive in any way

I love everyone regardless of shape, size, or color and I hate the idea that I offended anyone. Hell I usually try to avoid using the word "fat" in my works since I know some people find it offensive, and my goal is create sweet and wholesome works for everyone to enjoy

Once again, I deeply apologize if anything I have written was offensive in any way.

[rainparadefromhell]

just thought of the worst thing and by that i mean something that would destroy me emotionally. we all know that joe mcenroe narrates the show (devi's thoughts) and it can sometimes look funny when devi is talking to someone and it looks like she completely spaced out... then i remembered fleabag (which is a masterpiece, put everything down rn and go watch it). like imagine devi spacing out, we hear mcenroe and then also BEN saying "hello? you always do that. where do you go?" LIKE I NEED IT RIGHT NOW OH MY GOD

[inkykeiji]

good morning arackniss is rotting my brain

[streets-in-paradise]

It will not leave my mind. Damn it, now i'm gonna have to write it.