#shot of serotonin each time I see this

[lnfours]

* ✰. — first place serotonin | l.n

summary: your best friend just won the miami grand prix. and what better way to celebrate then telling you he’s in love with you?

warnings: friends to lovers!au (..shocker), overall happiness and fun times, language, confessions, also a bit rushed because i wanted to get something out to you all asap 🧡 happy lando first win!! here’s to many more!

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everyone around you was silent. watching the gap between lando and max grow higher and higher with each passing second. your nerves were shot, anxiously waiting for either lando to cross the finish line in first or for max to inevitably overtake the boy in papaya and reclaim first as his.

but he didn’t. lando held on, everyone cheering and celebrating as he crossed the line in first place. winning his first ever grand prix, a dream that sometimes felt impossible to achieve, now unfolding before everyone’s eyes.

aarav and ria pulled you into a hug, the three of you laughing and cheering before aarav spoke, “c’mon! let’s go!”

the three of you headed towards the paddock, laughing and joining the sea of papaya. the three of you made your way into the crowd. everyone let the three of you towards the front, just in time to see him place his helmet on the ground before he started to run over.

he pulled everyone into hugs, but when it got to you, he felt a wave of something different. the way you looked celebrating him and his win, the way your smile lit up your entire face, the way you ignored the happy tears rolling down your cheeks. he was so in love with you, he couldn’t take it anymore.

“c’mere!” he smiled, you opened your arms, fully expecting a hug. but when he lifted you off the ground and over the barrier, you couldn’t help but squeal. once your feet were placed back onto the ground, the sounds of the mclaren team whistling towards the two of you teasingly was drowned out by how close he was.

he smiled softly down at you, “i had this whole thing planned, but right now seems like a better idea, and i don’t know if that’s because of the adrenaline or what but i just can’t keep this to myself anymore,” he started, “but i’m so fucking in love with you, y/n. i always have been, and i don’t want to pretend like i’m not anymore.”

you smiled at the boy dressed in papaya, shaking your head and laughing softly, “i’m tired of pretending like i’m not in love with you, too.”

that was all he needed to hear before he was leaning down and pressing his lips to yours. everyone around you cheering and yelling excitedly, happiness radiating through the crowd. you smiled against his lips, uncaring of the cameras around you capturing the moment because the only thing you had your mind on was the man in front of you.

you pulled away and happily pulled him into another hug, head nuzzled in his neck. you didn’t care about how damp he was, drenched in sweat. the way this moment felt was definitely going to be engraved into your brain for a lifetime.

“i’m so proud of you,” you smiled, pulling away from the hug. your moment was cut short by andrea and zak yelling his name, telling him that it was time to head up to the podium. he turned back around to face you, almost like he was asking if it was okay if he went.

you nodded your head, “i’ll be here when you get back.”

he smiled, leaning in and pressing one more kiss to your cheek before walking backwards, still facing you as he called back to you, “got any plans tonight!?”

you laughed, shaking your head, “is this you asking me on a date?!”

“will you say yes if it is?!”

“definitely, yes!”

and with that he smiled, turning around to walk with andrea to head up to the podium. but not without one more glance your way.

aarav and ria were smiling, happy that their friends had finally caved in and realized that you both were meant to be.

everyone found their places to watch the podium celebration. you smiled and cheered happily as he took the top step for the first time, and certainly not his last.

he looked down at the crowd under him, his eyes only searching for one person. and when they found you, he smiled. a smile so bright it made your heart clench before you watched the way his mouth moved to silently say those three words.

‘i love you’.

[lcvclywon]

in sickness and in health

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synopsis After a long fight with Jay you find yourself giving him the silent treatment. Leaving you curled up alone sick in your room, with your only comfort being the instant tteokbokki you had microwaved for yourself earlier. However it seems Jay knew where to be and what to say at exactly the right times.

warnings: mentions of food, mentions of sickness, mentions of kissing, pet names (honey), slight angst, I made YN as the 6th member of lesserafim so that the whole same building thing made sense so...js roll with it pls 😁, also not proof read!, slight fighting

genre ⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ hurt to comfort

pairings: idol!jay x idol!reader, established relationship

wc ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ around 1.14k

thoughts frm yuya 💭 i know i said i was gonna go on a hiatus but i needed a serotonin boost from writing after doing a horrendous maths paper.... so semi hiatus i guess ^^ anywaysss this drabble has been rotting in the back of my mind for a while soo here u are, i'm a huge huge HUGE sucker for hurt to comfort tropes so >,<

A week. It had been a week since you and Jay had a massive argument causing the two of you to give each other the silent treatment for god knows how long. However, as if the world was out to get you, the next morning after the fight you had been plagued with a sickness that you couldn’t quite pin down, all you knew was it left you bedridden until Friday. 

Due to said sickness, you obviously couldn’t join your group for schedules and barely entered the building for dance practice. You hoped Jay would at least notice your absence, send a message asking where you were or something. But to your dismay, radio silence.

“Who cares about some stupid guy anyways…” Grumbling under your breath you reached for your chopsticks to skewer another rice cake from your measly plate of instant tteokbokki and shovel it down your throat. Maybe excessive spice you couldn’t handle and soft pillowy rice cakes could solve all your problems. 

Ding dong! Weird, you didn’t think the members would be back this early? 

Begrudgingly ripping the covers off and placing your bowl back on your table, you went to the door. Hair still an oily mess from not showering properly and clothes stuck to your body from sweat, you clearly weren’t in pristine condition to be meeting anyone. Please don’t be a delivery man, please don’t be a delivery man.

However, after opening the door, you found yourself standing in front of the one person you’d been longing for the whole week. Park Jongseong. Your gaze softened slightly and a small smile crept onto your lips, but then you remembered that you were still mad at him. Fighting the urge to embrace him and cry out for his name, you plastered on a stoic expression of indifference. 

“What are you doing here.” 

“Chaewon told me you were sick,” he said before entering into your dorm, not bothering to wait for you to let him in.

Making his way over to the kitchen he placed a white takeaway bag onto the counter before emptying its contents onto the table: a warm bowl of your favourite porridge and a cup of tea from your favourite cafe. 

“What’s this?” positioning yourself in front of Jay, you scanned the table to see the numerous small boxes of side dishes sprawled across. 

“Porridge, it’s good for you when you’re sick.” he replied before shooting his head over to the remnants of your tteokbokki “Honey why are you eating tteokbokki, you’re sick you shouldn’t be eating instant food.” he scolded before reaching over throw your lukewarm leftovers in the trash.

“It’s not that bad…” you mumbled whilst picking at the side dishes “And why do you suddenly care, thought you weren’t talking to me” Scoffing you shot him a dirty glare. 

“Correction, you weren’t talking to me; I thought you needed some space, as you usually do after a fight.” well he wasn’t wrong, you did express to him that after arguments you wanted some time to cool down by yourself, “and also, I’m not ‘suddenly’ just caring YN. Who do you think Yunjin got all those drinks, medicines, and snacks from.” 

Oh… so she didn’t buy them herself. Your gaze reached his eyes as you felt your heart soften slightly, “Okay, well you could’ve sent me a text or something. You could’ve come here and given it to me yourself, why today out of all days do you decide to come huh?” meeting your glossy eyes, Jay could tell how hurt you were over his actions. He couldn’t deny that it pained him to see you this upset. 

“Okay look, I’m sorry. I wanted to come over, but Sakura said whatever you caught was contagious and that you isolated yourself to make sure you got nobody else sick. As I mentioned earlier, you told me you liked to have time to cool down after fighting, but it was stupid of me not to even try to text you. Today it all just-” Jay stopped his rambling, catching his breath before sighing out, “I just really missed you YN” 

That was all the confirmation you needed to run into his arms and hug him so tight he didn’t even think about leaving again. Jay was quick to reciprocate, arms wrapping around you to engulf you into his warm embrace, head buried into the crook of your neck whispering sweet nothings. 

Breaking away from the embrace and tilting your head up you were graced with a warm and familiar smile painted across Jay’s face; a smile you so badly missed the entire week. 

“Don’t ever do that again.” you said with a pout 

“Promise I won't honey,” his hands reached to cup your face before adding, “Only if you promise to stop eating that stuff when you’re sick.” 

“Hey, it’s yummy! I can’t help it that I can’t cook soup or anything, tteokbokki has never failed me.” 

“Guess I’ll have to keep bringing you food then.” he replied with a smirk

“Well, I could use a personal delivery man.” giggling you reached up to mirror his actions, cupping his face with your warm hands. 

“Oh really, would a delivery man do this?” and with that he pressed a playful peck onto your lips; soft and gentle, something you missed dearly. 

“Jay!” you exclaimed, “You can’t do that, you’ll get sick!” 

“So. What.” he said between pecks, peppering your face with kisses as you giggled and placed your hands on his chest to try and push him away. Pulling away he looked into your eyes with a warm and gentle gaze, smiling softly before leaning in to give you a proper kiss. Feeling the worry of your sickness transferring to him vanish, you melted into the kiss whilst wrapping your arms around his neck. In response, his hand found its way to the small of your back while the other reached up to cup the back of your neck. It always astonished you how easily he could pull you into his orbit, almost made you forget about the soreness of your body and the fever plaguing you. 

Retreating back he giggled at your pouting face. “I’d love to continue, but I wouldn’t want the food I bought you to get cold” intertwining your fingers with his, he led you over to a chair before sitting you down. “Let’s eat okay?” he muttered before taking his spot right next to yours, hand still intertwined with your fingers. His other hand however reached over to spoon you some porridge, moving the utensil closer to your mouth. 

You happily bent forward to enjoy the bite he crafted for you, an all too familiar sensation bubbling up within you—a warmth you could only describe as, home. Jay felt like home. And you hoped he would for the rest of your lives.

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[lorarri]

★ . . . 𝐈 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐖𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐒 , 𝐃𝐑𝟑

summary , taking the reason off has done daniel some good as he now shows it and his cowgirl girlfriend off at his home grand prix, and laughing at mclarens downfall

pairing , daniel ricciardo x fem! gf! texas cowgirl! reader

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INTERVIEW CLIP :: "I'M A COWBOY NOW" THE LATE SHOW - DANIEL RICCARDO

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[potatowilde]

🌙 MY MK SKETCH BOOK 🌙⁠ ------------⁠ I resonate a lot with Steven. For my sketch today I did a shot that undeniably makes me huff-laugh each time I see it. I suppose I crave the serotonin. As a freelancer I'm kinda at the whims of the universe as well as master of my universe. It's a fine balance to juggle. Whether it's gum in a pyramid or screaming while driving for the day to simply be done with, we're all hanging in there living our lil lives and truckin' along. ✨🌙⁠ . . .

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[rinneroraito]

Candy Man

Seated at one of the benches, gripping my phone with both hands on my lap, my accessories clinking together as I fidgeted. Couples continued to walk past me, oblivious to anything else besides each other. I sighed.

February 14, 2016, 2:46 pm. Sunday at a park. And on Valentine's Day, nonetheless.

Forty-six minutes have passed since our scheduled time to meet. My “date” hasn’t arrived yet. He hasn’t responded to the message I sent him fifteen minutes ago. Nor to the other messages I sent him before I even got here. He hasn’t picked up my calls either, and it took all of my strength to try calling him, my hands shaking as I did. I figured I’d give him a little more time, he could have been in an emergency and had no time to answer me but..

No.

No… Face it Rinne. He bailed out on you. Stop making excuses for people. Why do you do this to yourself?

I stared into the crowd of people walking past me, not really focusing on anything, just gazing at nothing. The background fades into a blur as I entertain my thoughts and a hand comes up to my mouth on instinct, squeezing my cheeks together in an attempt to collect my thoughts.

What went wrong this time? Was I too forward? Did they actually come here, see me and decided I wasn’t worth the shot? Was it my outfit that looks nothing like what I wear on my personal social media? Was this experiment even worth it? That if I presented myself differently compared to my social media, I can gauge how interested they are to pursue a relationship with me? Wait, it’s reasonable, right? Not everyone even actually posts all of their pictures on the internet. And these are the usual clothes I wear when I feel like spending time and effort to look how I like… Why are they not here? I thought things were going well. We talked about and planned this date a week ago and…

Out of the blur of the background a heart-shaped lollipop meticulously held up by someone’s thumb and forefinger comes into view and I snap back into focus, not even realizing I’ve been staring into space, zoning out.

I blink a few times, looking up from the hand with which the candy extended out of and I see a young man wearing a white long-sleeved shirt and blue jeans, with wide piercing dark eyes set on a pale face. His thick hair stuck out on the ends and it shifted ever so slightly as he leaned towards my direction. I was so taken aback by his motion that I just noticed how he had dark shadows under his eyes when I looked up at him again.

“Hi, I saw you staring and judging by the way you're holding on to your phone anticipating a reply, you look like you could use something sweet.”

My mouth hangs open as he speaks in an oddly monotonous cadence.

“I was- Pardon?”

“Sugar is known to boost one’s mood due to the fact that consuming it increases serotonin, a neurotransmitter that regulates it. Please, I insist.” He reaches the candy out to me again, beckoning me to take it. I gingerly bring my hand up towards him to hold the candy by the stick. Once he was sure that I had a firm grip on it, he lets go and proceeds to take the space on the bench right beside me. But he doesn’t sit. He leaves his sneakers on the ground and brings his feet up on the bench, his knees pressed against his chest. Then, he takes something out of his pocket, another confectionery? Oh, fruit roll-ups. Strawberry fruit roll-ups. He daintily shreds the wrapper open using only his thumb and forefinger on each hand and proceeds to take a bite out of it.

I caught myself staring and tried to recover my senses by twirling the heart-shaped lollipop as I held it. “Um, thank you for this.”

“You’re welcome,” he answers while chewing. “There was a man giving them out to people who didn’t come with a date.”

“Ouch,” My brow furrows in pained amusement. “Adding salt to the wound, aren’t you?”

“Just stating the facts. Most people would have been offended by me pointing out their companionless state but you seem to be taking it well.”

Staring at the candy I received, I replied.

“What good would it do to me if I got offended by it? I’m already quite frustrated with today’s events, I don’t feel like entertaining another negative emotion.” I turn towards him and find him scanning me from head to toe, the fruit roll-up hanging by his lips as he chews the rest of it up to his mouth.

“I can see how your fashion sense could intimidate men with a lower IQ,” he speaks as he chews.  “You should filter your dating pool better.”

“Perceptive, I see. I guess I was being obvious,” I chuckled. “Trust me, it’s filtered enough. Although this time, I did try to cast my net a little wider by considering seeing someone recommended to me by a friend.”

“So, I am right. You got stood up by your date.”

A laugh escapes my lips as I turn to my side to look at him. “Yea, you are. And on Valentine’s Day of all days, too.”

“How very unfortunate. I suppose your date lacked the integrity to carry through the plans you’ve previously made and have agreed on.” He takes the rest of the fruit roll up out of the wrapper and pops it into his mouth. “If I may be bold, I’d say you’ve dodged a bullet.”

“I suppose I have. Hold up, I’m going to block them now.” I put the lollipop in my mouth so I could use both of my hands to scroll through my phone and block the guy. Good riddance to bad rubbish, I thought to myself. Oh wow, that’s a strong strawberry flavor.

“A good decision. I firmly believe that sincerity is essential between two people who plan to pursue a relationship with each other. If one cannot reciprocate nor hold themselves accountable for their errors, it’s just going to cause problems in the long run. It’s only rational.”

“It is, it is,” I say with the lollipop in my mouth, removing it so I could say more. “ Are you here just to see the sights? You don’t strike me as a person who has a date.” I teased.

“There’s plenty of limited-edition candy during the celebration of Valentine’s Day. I, for one, am fond of all the strawberry flavored confections and how they come in more interesting shapes. That is all.”

“You sure do like sweets, huh?” I looked at the heart shaped lollipop on my hand. “And yeah, you’re right,  there are more ways to spend Valentine’s Day than just going out on a date.”

He stared at me with his keen, dark eyes and even though they were quite intense, I couldn’t help but smile at him.

“Again, thank you for this! And uh, just to be clear, I wasn’t staring at you. I was zoning out.”

He seemed to be surprised with this confession, evident by the slight widening of his eyes, like he raised his eyebrows that were somehow… nonexistent? Huh…

“Oh, is that so? And here I thought you were staring at me out of your lonesomeness and jarring lack of confectionery despite it being Valentine’s. Forgive me for imposing and taking your time.”

“No, no! Don’t worry about it, in fact…”

The heart shaped candy glistens as I twirl the stick between my fingers, a smile playing on my lips as I purse them together before I continue my thought.

“This has, indeed, boosted my mood. Thank you so much.” I looked back at the strange, yet charming young man, beaming at him. His sharp eyes, accentuated with the shadows under them, seemed to relax as he stared at me in response, now with a thumb pressed to his lips.

“You know, it’s such a shame your date didn’t proceed with his decision to go out with you today. I would date you.”

The way he said something quite sweet in such a monotonous voice caused me to laugh, my shoulders bouncing in glee.

“Why thank you, but I think I’m gonna spend the rest of this day with a friend. I’m closing my dating book for now at least. Although…” I pressed the back of my fingers to my chin.

“I am compelled to give you something back for this lollipop.”

“You are? Hmm… I actually wouldn’t mind receiving anything of equal value.”

I twirled the heart-shaped lollipop between my fingers for a moment, thinking of what to give to him. Of course, giving him money would be weird and would make our encounter awfully transactional, so I figured I could do the next best thing.

Smoothing out my skirt I got up from my side of the bench and walked over to him. He kept his eyes trained on me the entire time, his thumb still pressed to his lips.

It was honestly adorable seeing his mostly impassive demeanor break slightly when I laid a hand on his shoulder and leaned closer to him, planting a kiss on his cheek.

When I pulled away, I realized my lipstick wasn’t as “transfer-proof” as advertised, leaving a bright red kiss mark on his pale cheek. He sits sort of frozen in place wide-eyed as he brings a hand up to where I kissed him.

“Oh, shoot, and it was supposed to be transfer-proof… Oh well, at least now you'll give everyone else who sees you today the impression that you weren't lonely on Valentine's,” I chuckled.

“Are you sure I can’t take you out to dinner?”

He asks, his expression seemingly more excited.

“It’s fine, really. Besides, I got a friend I have to call and demand an apology from since she was the one that recommended I go on a date with the guy.”

I bring my free hand up to my face, squeezing my cheeks together as I take a deep breath.

“You know, if things were different, I would go out with you.”

“You would?”

“Yea, I would. Maybe if we meet again next time.”

His eyes light up at my statement and as I was about to add more to what I just said, my phone rings.

“Oh shoot, that’s the friend I just mentioned. Anyway, thanks again for keeping me company.”

I smile and wave the candy at him before popping it into my mouth to answer my phone, walking away.

“Hikari,” I greeted the caller, taking the lollipop out of my mouth again to talk to the caller. 

“So I guess you found out he bailed on me?... You knew from the start??? Then-”

Resisting the urge to yell at the phone, I inhaled deeply then looked at the heart-shaped lollipop on my hand.

“You’re lucky there was someone kind enough to…”

My eyes widened as the realization hit me like a ton of bricks.

 “Oh holy shit, I never asked what his name was!”

By the time I turned around to look where I came from to at least get a glimpse of where he was headed, there was no trace of him. I had already walked a considerable distance, too. The caller’s voice snaps me back to the conversation and to the heart-shaped lollipop on my other hand.

“Sorry, I’m still here. Don’t worry,  I’ll tell you about a ‘Candy Man’ when we meet.”

[lyramundana]

f!reader younger than minsung and they are really protective with her?? thank you! (I LOVED YOUR HEADCANONS it's still me lol) -🌻🌻

THANK YOU!!🤭❤️ These headcanons are my main source of serotonin currently, so you bet I'll keep making more. I hope to receive more requests too!

Both Minho and Han are already protective of their loved ones, especially their partners, judging by their personalities alone. But if you watch videos of them interacting (not only on stage or skz codes, everywhere) you can see how fierce they are about each other. I mean, let's not forget Minho is a fucking Scorpio and Han a Virgo. That's the epitome of intensity.

They never do things halfway. It's ride or die with them.

And so it's only natural for them to be protective of her, but if she's younger than them, those traits are intensified. Male Koreans already have the instinct of looking after females, even more the younger ones, so yeah. Hope she's blessed with loads of patience because these men are going to be exhausting.

If the Reader is younger, this would push Han out of his soft, childish persona to be this more mature, "manly" version of himself (but he's still funny and loud). They'll both want to provide for her in every way, take care of her and overall just treat her like the ground she steps on is made of gold.

The concept of "personal space" is foreign to them. Like, she shouldn't even try to explain it, they don't get it. Why would they prefer to be separated from the person they love? It doesn't sound right in their ears. They're never more than two steps away from her if they can help it. Their jobs keep them busy enough, so when the three of them are all together, they want to enjoy every second. They're glued to her skin. If they go out, they have to be touching her in some way every five minutes as reassurance or else they'll be moody. If she needs to get something from a high place, they'll reach for her, keeping a steady hand on her waist while their chests brush against her back. If she needs to go to the bathroom, one or both are waiting outside the door "just in case". Hell, if she has to go and shower, they'll storm in and sit besides the bathtub to speak to her like it's a normal thing.

Minho is the type to spoil her but without explicitly showing it. For example, if he hears she wants something, he waits until she's not looking and takes it. She refuses to answer why, but the red tip of his ears tell everything. Jisung is the attention-seeking one. He asserts his protectiveness of her by physical contact. Hugging her from behind, his strong arms surrounding her, chin on her shoulder and ocasionally kissing her exposed skin.

If someone bothers her or steps out of the line, well, good luck to that person, because have you seen these two's arms? Yeah, they can and WILL beat up a bitch for their partner if they have to. Also, they're very good at verbal attacks and Minho is perfectly capable of shaming someone's entire family line with a smile and not a finger lifted.

They've make her call them "oppa" more times than she wishes to admit. It gets them going...in plenty of ways. If she wants something, she only has to call them "oppa" and they're at her feet.

The types to give her their clothes to mark territory. They've replaced some of her clothing for theirs in the house so she has no option but wear those. If she's cold, she has Minho's jacket on her shoulder and Jisung's covering her legs. If someone is shooting their shot with her, the next day she's suddenly wearing an oversized shirt that doesn't belong to her with a pair of shorts that look longer than they should (and a few hickeys underneath to add spice)

They both love to baby her and take full advantage of the age difference.r. She's so cute and soft in their eyes. If they could, they'll put her inside their pockets and carry her around like that everywhere.

During her period, they're even more attentive. Minho cooks for her everyday and slaps her hand aways she tries to help, then Jisung snoops her in his arms and lays her down in the couch, saying she should be resting, that they'll take care of everything for her. Same if she's sick. At least one stays with her all times to check on her needs, regardless of the risk of getting sick too.

She never walks right next to the road. If they see her inching near it, they move her away fast. When one is driving and she's sitting as a copilot, they'll place a hand before her when they do slightly brute movements with the car.

Overall, Minsung would be extremely protective of Reader if she was younger than them, to the point they may seem to treat her like a child and a fragile thing. But they're hot about it, so I'm sure she can accept it.

[dancerinthestorm]

Fic Recs: "Didn't see that one coming" edition...

I've been wanting to start collecting my all time favorite stories in ages but never knew where to start, there are just too many talented souls out there. A lazy day of re-reading favorites makes me want to finally give it a try though.

Featuring today: stories that defy my usual hunting patterns but still became all time favourites against all odds. Stories leaving me utterly gobsmacked thinking "That was so, soo awsome... but how on earth did I end up in this fandom / character / trope tag of all places?".

@messy-insomniac-bookgirl Let's be honest: this writer is the spirit animal of this specific selection. Never heard of the fandom? Dislike the protagonist with a passion? Doesn't matter: she writes it, I devour and love it. The reason? Dense and hugely rewarding story-telling, perfect pacing, side characters you want to adopt on the spot, delicious slow burns with sooo much yearning. And, most importantly, the awesome female OCs. I am in love with each and every one of them, regardless who they share a screen with. It's almost impossible to select just one story for this list but let's go for "Keep Calm and Buckle Up" (AO3) for suddenly making me feel things when Steve Rogers entered the stage in "Infinity War". Steve Rogers x OFC, James "Bucky" Barnes x OFC, Steve x Bucky x OFC. Action, slow burn, emotional roller coaster rides. Rated E.

@batsingotham "Written in the stars" (AO3) I don't do Soul Mate AUs. I don't do Robert Pattinson characters. For me the best things about "The Batman" were Andy Serkis' Alfred and 3 hours of Niravana in a loop. But the undisputed goddess queen of slow burn domestic fluff overruled all of that. Bruce Wayne/Reader. Soulmate AU. Dorks in love. Bruce needs a hug and Alfred has the patience of a saint. Rated M.

"Sweet Conversations" by @glassgulls Lord of the Rings has been living in my head rent free ever since I was a teenager but I simply don't do Elves. Period. Yes, Glorfindel is very cool and Lee Pace's Thranduil is an absolute vision (the costumes, the voice and the make up, mind you, don't get me started on any other aspect of the Hobbit movies though...) but otherwise? Thanks but no thanks. Nevertheless: the award for best fictional kiss I’ve come across in ages goes to this gem. Amazing scene setting and character work for something so short. Leaves you weak-kneed and high as a kite on serotonin for the rest of the day. Haldir/Reader. One-shot. Rated M.

„Ownership of Mine“ by @amywritesthings . Okay, lets be honest, peeps: Prison settings for a romance story? Seriously? Who in their right mind would be able to think about romance and seduction when all of your freedom is taken away, you are crammed into a small and dark space with people of questionable character and put under constant surveilance. Well… apparently I can… with this story. Even if that tag is a big red NO GO sign for me otherwise. Amazingly dense story telling and atmosphere building in just 3 short chapters. Kino Loy/Reader. Rated E.

„Directions“ by @zinzinina . Probably a sure sign that I am getting too old for all of this but tags about age gaps, first love or first times usually make me run for the hills. Add a character like Poe Dameron (I mean: come on! Howww…?!) to the mix and there is not enough willing suspension of disbelieve in the world to get me immersed in the plot. Or so I thought. Unwisely. Until this beauty came along. Poe Dameron/Reader. Rated E.

[look-i-love-u]

Tag Game Wednesday

Gone full week and arrived at Wednesday again. Oops.

This is totally last week's one.

thank you for tagging me: @vintagelacerosette, @jrooc, @shippergirl121fic, @energievie, @ian-galagher, @blue-disco-lights @michellemisfit

Name and A03 handle: Vey, miss_snowwhitepink

Current Location: on the couch, sipping water, trying to get better hydrated

Favourite picrew:

What's one thing you want in a picrew? more body types, more fantasy, more pets

Favourite thing you’ve created (or seen created) for the fandom?

Fuck-U-Up Mug

Why is it your favourite?

Painted this mug for the first gallacrafts theme and I still love it and use it almost daily. It's still looking as good as day one. And it made me write a little one-shot to go with

Did it come easily or was it hard to create?

It was the first time I tried to draw a lily. So that was a bit of an adventure. The baking of the mug to fix the colour was a bit nerve-wrecking too as I feared it would break in the oven. But it all worked out just fine :)

Last ao3 fic you commented on? It's been a while since I read ffs. I've been on a "sports guys hooking up and finding love" binge read lately, so I've read about ten books or so in the last few months and not a single ff. O.o

The last comment I wrote that got a reply was Evie's "When you say nothing at all"

Biggest WIP heartache you’ve ever experienced? I don't really read WIPs since my early fandom days and getting burned by them. But that's about half my lifetime ago and I can't remember a specific story.

So I'll say all the WIPs in my doc drafts and especially the three collabs that I was super excited about my writing partner(s) weren't and they never even took off or got abandoned quite early on.

Favourite trope or head cannon you like included in a fanfic?

Oh, so many! Any and all AUs - as I love to see them find each other in every universe.

Soulmate!Aus especially. Hurt/Comfort. Pining! Long burn! Yes! Give me all the delayed gratification and the good stomach tingles from it!

Least favourite? Break-Up/Second chance fics, probably. I'm all about them getting together the first time and then hopefully living their happily ever after.

Also sick!fics and character deaths. Real life got enough of that. I don't want to read it in my escape media as well.

Secret or surprising kink or trope?

From hand holding to monsterfuckery - I'm a pretty open book when it comes to my kinks, I think. No secrets to uncover here.

Describe how you feel after you’ve created something new?

Elated. Happy. Nervously excited. Eager to share it.

Top hype man you have that always helps you get across the finish line:

Time pressure and a sense of responsibility.

Works for my work writing, works for fun writing. It's also probably the only reason I still remember to write a Galladrabble each week. XD

And getting a good response to what I did. Serotonine works wonders for my motivation and creativity.

It's been a bad day, you turn to the fandom and you _____? Scroll through tumblr. Look at amazing pretty art and send my faves to people who I know share my love for it.

[elyachkins]

congratulations to 1000 years old for being the only bl i've watched from start to finish while it was still ongoing and didn't loose my interest midway 😽 (and also making me cry my eyes out in the last five minutes)

seriously though, it was such a treat! visually engaging (i've had such a blast color-deciphering some shots and sequences AND reading everyone's interpretations and theories), funny in a very specific way that made me giggle every episode and gave me so much serotonin each week, and cute, and fluffy, but also managed to raise some interesting ideas and questions.

i've related to pun's character a lot, the feeling of just existing, crushing loneliness, feeling like you're not a human almost. and it was so comforting to see how he found a sense of community and belonging throughout the story. also it's weirdly specific, but as someone with a very bad social anxiety, that manifests in me being extremely clumsy and loosing all my braincells, the way this show approaches physical comedy, pauses and silences (mostly) felt so comforting as well.

i'd probably agree that the pacing could be better at times, but overall stories with slow, little to none plot, that are more focused on characters are very much my thing, and I love every character in this show so much. and i think i really appreciate the fact that it felt like this show didn't try to seem more that it already is. does this even makes sense? from episode one it felt sincere, a little absurd and silly, very colorful, and it just stick to it through all the episodes.

it has its weaknesses, but overall it was such a precious little piece of joy in my life for the past months. and that also includes the fandom! thank you for everyone sharing their love for this show here every week in the tags!!

waving goodbye until we meet again!

[thisliminalspacedaydreams]

Hi Mar!! I really wanna start writing Marauders fics, specifically about the Valkyries. I have soooo many ideas that I’m really excited about, but this fandom seems really volatile. Do you have any advice on how to keep my sanity lol. I’m really doing it to foster more community with ppl who have similar interests in me.

Bonjour!

So this is so very interesting and valid. I have a lot to say.

My experience with Marauders has been the best and the worst so far. I was in Naruto, then Star Stars, currently diving into Attack on Titans, and nothing has come close to the Marauders in terms of insanity, BUT.

I have met some of the best people on here, I can say with 100% certainty that I made at least 15 really good friends, who will remain good friends whether we stay in fandom or not.

But I personally have gotten basically no hate. I'm a relatively small writer, I fly under the radar mostly, even TikTok is very tame. Basically, I'm cruising. Vibing, having an all-around great time, good for me.

Then I have my friends, who are my real friends in real life and in fandom, who are "popular", and some of them have gotten some vile, vile vile things said to them. I have seen some shit and heard some stuff that frankly should never see the light of day, especially not aimed at a 20-something-year-old human. And they don't have a PR team, aren't getting paid for this shit, and that truly breaks my heart. Because it's a few, but a few is often enough to ruin the positive fandom experience. And then people wonder why artists and authors move from Marauders...

So experiences vary a lot, and the truth is maybe for no fucking reason your work will pop off and you'll be thrust into the limelight and you best hope you have thick skin because some people are assholes.

Or you'll be like me (so far) and just vibe and have a great time.

I think the best advice I can give is to write for yourself and your friends.

I started writing because I wanted to, and then a few people started liking what I did, and now I have a small community of friends and writers and artists and we all hype each other up and that's literally all I ever wanted. I write what I want because I want. I follow the people I want. I read the stories I want. I don't pay attention to hits or "what's popular" and "what I should read." I'll read what I damn well please.

I do pay attention to comments because to anyone who's ever commented, I read it and I get a straight shot of serotonin and I'm so appreciative.

Fuck, I have some really good writer friends whose stories I haven't read.

I think as long as you're careful, you curate your experience, grab a few people on the way who you like, don't pay attention to fame, then you should be fine.

I think HP fandom's issue is that you have fans that have digested the work, we don't really care ("you do you" kind of vibe), we just have a good time. Then there are some that have just arrived and whose experience with social media and "consumption" of "content" is (I'm sorry) wrong. Requesting and asking and demanding shit they aren't entitled to.

Deciding what's right and what's wrong and what's acceptable.

And panicking when someone they follow doesn't follow the script they've written for them in their head, so when you say one thing that doesn't check their box they have this weird "god falling off the pedestal" they put you on, and they decide to drag you down for it.

You just don't know.

BUT. The odds of you becoming insanely popular are quite frankly super low, there are a few freak incidents but generally most of the fandom I'd say is pretty healthy, we just don't see it as much because what always comes out is the bad stuff. Stick to these pockets of happy. Don't engage in drama. Ignore the idiots.

That was unnecessarily long.

Basically, my love, go write your Valkyries. Pop off, write the story YOU want to write, and the people who will find it and like it will let you know. Find out who they are (in a non-creepy way, just respond to their comment, see if they've written something, and have a looksie). Be cool about it. Chat. See if you've got stuff in common. And then kidnap them and force them to become your friends.

Or be super creepy like I was with @greenvlvetcouch 😵‍💫 I wanted to become their friends and wrote them a fic. Then I sent it on Tumblr and said "Here you go" and now we're friends. (Note: Results may vary, and had Green not responded, I would have LET IT GO. Not everyone is meant to be friends and that is ALSO fine.)

Or for @imdamagecontrol my group chat and I were reading Titanic AU and we were all panicking about who was gonna die, and I sent her some screenshots of our panic through instagram and long story short now we're also friends. (Note: Results may vary, and had Syd not responded, I would have LET IT GO. Not everyone is meant to be friends and that is ALSO fine.)

So like... SHOOT YOUR SHOT but don't expect anything from it. Some people don't want to be your friend. Some people have enough friends. Take it with grace.

I can't wait to see what you come up with!

[dynamoe]

“Two weird slackers adrift in Middle America alternately hurling abuse & pop-culture references at each other” is the ur-narrative for 99% of Gen-X media

Master Billy Quizboy (hydrocephalic boy genius) and the ever-popular Pete White (albino fuck-up) have a significant gap in their backstory:

Met sometime before the fall of the Berlin Wall (~1989?)

Had some laughs

Lost an eye/hand

Gained a memory wipe/an Airstream trailer Then suddenly, we’re at a yard sale in 2004.

→ jump to all Master Billy Quizboy & Pete White posts

↓... but wait, there's more ↓

↓... but wait, there's even more ↓

Storylines for a 1990s-set Billy & White Flashback Spin-Off (written while suffering from quarantine isolation madness 2020, redrawn in 2022)

The first year of their partnership, Conjectural Technologies is already in dire financial straights.

Billy is surly teenager with a year-long gap in his memory and a malfunctioning robot hand he doesn't remember getting. Pete tells him he has PTSD from the dog attack and being lost in the desert. They have pointless day jobs to pay the bills (Billy at the public library, White at a call center) and no standing in Super Science.

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1990

To fund their newly-formed science company, White adopts the role record producer/ponzi scammer (but not “predator”) using Billy as his anchor. (They fail at the beginning of the decade, rewarm it and try it again ~8 years later)

1992

Billy's first time voting in a presidential election. They pitch themselves hot-shot political consultants with super-science-backed election strategies to every candidate and get hired by a lunatic Texas millionaire running as third party before they eventually run away to join Deee-Lite on the MTV Rock the Vote tour

1994

Billy has a crush on the snarky riot grrrl clerk in the video store who is mean to him. Pete White abuses an untested antidepressant, suffers serotonin psychosis while broadcasting on his 100 watt pirate radio station and inadvertently becomes the new voice of conservative talk radio. Or something… we’ll figure it out.

1996

The one where they… argue about bands? There isn’t a story for this, I just wanted to draw these outfits.

1998

They start a dot-com that actually doesn’t do anything, become the toast of Manhattan's Silicon Alley, get a million dollars in venture capital and drive it into the ground in the span of three months.

19̶9̶9̶ →Y2K

Billy enrolls in high school as an ordinary sophomore, but handles bullying poorly. Really poorly. Like, blowing-up-the-school rampage poorly. Meanwhile, White is drafted for a government mission to stamp out the Y2K bug in the nation's infrastructure. [→ more 1999]

By the eve of the Millennium they’d be so fed up they’d be like, “We failed at everything. Wanna spend the next 10-to-22 years wearing the same clothes every day and not doing anything in particular?”

And bingo-bango!— reset to proper canon.

This is the "short version" of the spin-off pitch. → See the LONG VERSION on AO3

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[dangraccoon]

Oyuba'din - Chapter 21: Lessons

Summary: Jaine tells Hunter about the first lesson, Crosshair shares what he's learned about himself, and Tech recalls some harsh education.

Warnings: whoo boy there's a lot going on in this chapter, bear with me discussion of injury, lots of emotions (for real it's kind of a roller coaster), past trauma, memories of torture (including electrocution)

Author's Note: whoa hold up a Wednesday update??? Yeeaaaahhhhh....basically I want to keep it that each week has an odd numbered chapter on Monday and an even numbered chapter on Friday. Listen, I just follow the serotonin, okay?

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“I can’t tell you that I didn’t do that.”

Hunter was sure that for the first time in his life, he’d heard wrong. She’d said it so quietly, and as far as Hunter was concerned, it had been a shot in the dark as to whether or not she could even do that. Maybe, for once, his senses had failed him.

But he couldn’t be so lucky. 

Her breath became shallow and her heart sped up. She was trembling, just a little, and the scent of tears brimming at her eyes hit him like a duracrete wall. She was nervous, scared even. Was that his fault?

Of course it was your fault, di’kut, his brain whispered to him. You scared her.

Hunter let out a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. “Jaine, I’m-”

“It’s alright,” she whispered. She sat on the edge of the medical cot, slowly pulling at the hem of her shirt until she revealed a sizable wound, beginning just under the edge of her breastband and stretching across the bottom of her ribcage. The wound had begun to heal, but still looked moderately painful. Hunter remembered how much it hurt when it was on his side.

Hunter took a shaking breath, unable to look away from the injury. 

“How did you-”

“Part of the deal, I guess,” she muttered, pulling her shirt back down. “One of the first things Mistress Rastee taught me. How to take back what you’ve done, and accept the consequences of it.”

The air felt heavier around them. Hunter searched her face for something, anything to say. 

“It’s not so bad, you know,” she chuckled half-heartedly. “I mean compared to other things I’ve felt.”

“Give it back.”

Jaine’s head shot up to meet his eyes, he was standing in front of her now.

“What?”

“You took the…the pain- the injury. Give it back,” Hunter demanded.

“No, Hunter-”

Hunter grumbled a little, moving away to crouch in front of her bag. He dug around in it for a moment, taking out what he was pretty sure she had used the last time. “Give it back,” he repeated again. “Please.”

Jaine could see the steely resolve in his eyes, only barely masking the concern. 

“It doesn’t work like that,” she replied slowly. “I can’t give it back to you.”

Hunter closed his eyes, trying to calm himself. It wasn’t working. 

“I’m s-”

“Don’t.”

Jaine fidgeted nervously. Sure, she had seen Hunter when he’d let his guard down and allowed himself to show how he was really feeling. She’d seen him under the facade of the collected leader. 

But she could tell he was angry, even as he turned away from her. Never, not once, had she seen his anger directed at her. She didn’t like how it felt. 

“Why would you do that?” he asked, his voice quiet and filled with emotion. 

Jaine didn’t reply at first. There wasn’t a way she could explain this easily. 

“I had to,” she said after a few moments. 

“You didn’t-”

“Yes, I did. Any wound you’ve gotten that you think is similar to this is far less harmful. It takes longer to heal, and this one was just too deep.”

“I could have handled it,” Hunter muttered, turning back to face her. 

“Hunter, it could have killed you,” she scowled. “And Cross could’ve lost his hand.”

Hunter searched her face, looking for any indication that she was exaggerating. He felt his heart sink as he realized how seriously she believed it to be true. 

“If I could have-”

Jaine looked at him sadly as he put the final pieces together. 

“Tech’s been right this whole time,” she sighed. “I shouldn’t be here. I could hurt you. I have hurt you. I won’t let it happen again.”

Hunter could feel his blood starting to boil again. The hurt in her eyes was far too much for him to handle.

“You’re not going anywhere.”

-

“D-did-” Echo hesitated. “Did she?”

“I don’t think so,” Hunter mumbled. 

Tech was silent for once. He was having trouble reconciling the fact that, even though she’d healed them, and was willing to take the pain and the potential consequences of their wounds, she’d still hurt his brothers. 

Hunter let out a heavy sigh. “Is she okay?”

“Seemed okay when I saw her,” Echo nodded. “She said she could put bacta on the wounds now and it would help.” 

Hunter hummed, eyes staring out across the room at nothing in particular. 

Tech’s mind was a whirlwind, more so than usual. It was a never-ending loop. She hurt them. She healed them. She hurt them. She healed them. It was as though his brain was flipping a coin; heads, he’d feel outraged, tails, he’d be forgiving. 

Hunter and Echo’s quiet conversation continued next to him, but he wasn’t hearing it. His leg began to bounce as he waited semi-patiently for his brain to decide how he felt. 

-

She heard footsteps approaching the cockpit, soft and precise. Crosshair. 

“How is your hand?” Jaine whispered, not taking her eyes away from the stars streaking past the viewport. She worried if she spoke any louder, the dam keeping her guilt at bay would crumble. 

“It’s fine,” Crosshair replied, dropping into the co-pilot’s chair to sit next to her. “Like nothing ever happened.”

She nodded, trying to breathe deeply, and praying it would stop the tears that were stinging the corners of her eyes. It didn’t help that she was in a considerable amount of pain, but at least the bacta was helping now. 

“Cyar’ika, why did you do that?” he asked after a moment. “Why would you hurt yourself to heal me?”

“I’m the reason you got hurt,” she explained weakly. “I couldn’t control myself and you got hurt because of it.”

Crosshair made no response, only sitting quietly watching her fight her own tears. 

“I care about you, Crosshair,” she continued. “I care about all of you, including Tech, even though I know he hates me. Seeing that I’d hurt you was too much to bear.”

Crosshair reached his hand towards her, capturing the one that hadn’t taken the burn from him. 

“I…care about you so much that it makes my chest ache when you’re not near me,” he explained, his voice quiet and gentle, but steady, the words spilling straight out of his heart. “I don’t believe that the universe plans anything, I don’t believe in soulmates. But I know that when I’m standing next to you, it feels right. I know that we’re squadmates, and you probably don’t feel the same, but I need to tell you- I need you to know; I’m in love with you, Jaine.”

Jaine was pretty sure she wasn’t breathing. She turned until her eyes met his, certain that she’d find evidence of some cruel joke that he and the stars were playing on her, but she found nothing but his deep-seated sincerity. His eyes glimmering softly with hope.

“Cross,” she exhaled. 

“You don’t have to answer me,” he added quickly. “I just needed you to know.”

He watched her mind try to comprehend his admission, a gentle smile on his face. He could hear the footsteps of his twin approaching the cockpit, but he ignored them, focusing his attention on the blushing woman before him. 

“Crosshair,” she whispered, scanning his face, her eyes flitting down to his lips.

Crosshair felt his face warm and his heart jump. He’d never understood what people meant when they talked about the butterflies in their stomachs until he’d met her. He nodded, watching her carefully, scared that if he made the wrong move, he’d wake up to find it had all been a dream. Again. 

His hand came up to cup her cheek, the soft skin warm to the touch, even through his glove. 

After what felt like an eternity, he surged forwards, capturing her lips in his, a surge of electricity running through his body. She hummed as his hands gently pulled at the back of her head, deepening the kiss. 

If either of them were remotely aware of their surroundings, they likely would have noticed Tech standing in the doorway. 

His heart was hammering. He couldn’t deny the change she’d made in Crosshair; he didn’t brood or sulk as often as he used to, he laughed and smiled like he did when they were children. She brought Crosshair back out of his shell, and Tech was grateful for it. 

So why could he feel a quiet rage clouding his mind? He spun sharply on his heel, marching away from the pair. Why did seeing his brother - his twin - finally getting what he wanted after all this time sting so badly?

Tech flopped back onto his bunk, staring at the bottom of the rack above it. 

He needed to stop this. The pathetic grasp he had on his emotions was failing, and it would only cause trouble for his squad. A single moment of distraction could be fatal in the field. Crosshair should know that. He wasn’t an idiot. He knew Crosshair would have thought this out before saying anything. He knew he would have thought of the potential ramifications of this inter-squad romance. He could get someone killed. How could he take that so lightly?

Tech hated being angry. He hated feeling out of control. His fists clenched at his sides and he squeezed his eyes shut tightly. He needed to stop this. 

The lighting was shifting, brighter than a sun one moment, darker than the depths of space the next. The sound of recorded blasterfire, people yelling, fighting, screaming was filling his ears. His hands were shaking. It was hard to see the holoscreens in front of him; the images were flickering and shorting out, and his goggles being confiscated for the length of the test wasn’t helping. He could feel his heart nearly beating out of his chest. The cold air being piped into the room made his fingers ache. “S-stop…pl-please,” he whimpered, but his hands didn’t stop their work at the multiple holoscreens in front of him.

Lightning cracked behind him. An explosion to his left, followed quickly by the screaming of the wounded. He was feeling lightheaded. He felt a tear slip down his cheek and his breath hitched in terror. Oh, no.

He quietly counted the seconds until he was sure he’d feel the shock.

5, 4, 3, 2-

The tight collar around his neck beeped, and the electricity within crackled to life. Tech let out a cry as the shock ran down his back, and he fell to his knees.

Everything around him stopped. The lights were at their normal levels, the recorded audio silenced, the vents controlling the temperatures began to pump in just enough heat to thaw his fingers.

“I do not believe you need to be told that you have failed your examination, CT-9902. You are dismissed. You will be tested at 0600 hours tomorrow. Do not fail again.”

“Tech.”

He was shaken from his memories with a jolt, his eyes flying open as he bolted upright.

“Easy,” Wrecker soothed, one of his hands resting on Tech’s back. “It’s alright.”

“Sorry,” Tech croaked between gasping breaths.

“What happened?”

Tech looked up at his brother, who was sitting on the edge of his bunk, watching him, and not bothering to hide the concern in his expression.

“It was nothing,” he replied, avoiding his brother’s gaze.

Wrecker let out a deep sigh. “All of you hide things from me, especially you, but you don’t have to.”

With a gentle pat to Tech’s shoulder, his slightly older and bigger brother left him alone on his bunk.

Thanks for reading! - River

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[honey-tongued-devil]

HONEY I FUCKING LOVE YOU

THAT WHOLE CHAPTER WAS SO GOOD. I HAD A HUNCH THAT WHAT YOU SAID I’D LIKE ABOUT IT WAS GOING TO INCLUDE RAIN AND PHANTOM AND I WAS RIGHT…. i was right….. nyeheehehehhee 😈gonna get a bit devious… a bit 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 …… up in here. 😈 i. LOVE. the dynamic between reader, phantom, & rain. LIKE.. LIKE HELLO?????????? Idk man i just love it!! i also really love phantom and rains relationship, and how rain acts as sort of a guide dog. It fits really well. moving onto “ YOU CAN FUCK THE GHOULS?” im sorry that is so ME. me. i loved that whole shebang it was adorable, and so fucking comedic . Kevin is so sassy but I *know* he’s hiding something under that facade….. 😡😡 hes a bit suspicious!!! so is cassy… 😡😡😡 might just be my issues seeping in though??? either way if there’s more of them in the next chapters, i am VERY VERY excited! The ghouls bantering and bickering is so precious to me:(((( like yesss dew im sorry i took your slut away but maybe you can have me instead! trust! yess go back to scarfing down rice me too king…hes so fine. like your design of dew and your over all portrayal is SO. fine. hes so pretty. like i am so sorry but i cant come up with a more coherent literary analysis of this chapter because im fucking REELING😭 THAT WHOLE THING WAS TOO FUNNY AND I GOT MOST OF THE REFERENCES FROM LIKE INCORRECT QUOTES ETCETERA YOU PUT INTO THE DIALOGUE. IM SO FUCKING HAPPY YOU HAVE NO IDEA IM SO HAPPY THIS STORY WAS UPDATED. also i was legit looking at your designs for phantom and rain a while ago i don’t know how i didn’t see the update😞 nonetheless better late than never! (never wouldnt happen i check your account every 1-2 business days) also can i just commend you for your designs on phantom and rain ???????? they’re so fucking pretty like i might shed tears. truly i might. i get like a bunch of serotonin looking at thejr designs, especially rains eyes and phantoms spots. theyre so beautiful. that threesome healed my soul man i cant i llove them sm

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wonderful writing as always honey, you never disappoint <3

- @n4zareth 🧡

I thought I had replied to you, but here we are. With this reply, I take the opportunity to spoil you that the new chapter will be out by tomorrow morning (in a maximum of 12 hours, to be clear), and that in two days at most a one-shot inspired by the movie will be out, but no spoilers, so in case you get bored, I hope to fill your days a bit.

That said: it made me laugh that you had predicted it because that chapter was written months ago, and on one hand, every time I write a silly chapter, I say "okay, today we're going light," but on the other hand, it all makes sense. Simply put, in the previous chapters, Dew talked about Rain's imprinting, how Rain had become attached to him, became very protective towards him, and gradually managed to make him completely settle in. What Rain is now doing is imprinting with Phantom (and if you reread the first chapters, it also makes sense). Before the quintessence incident, Rain was the one Phantom bonded with, and when after the incident Rain bonded with the reader, Phantom was consequently excluded, obviously not intentionally. Similarly, the second attempt at imprinting is happening with a human, so instead of behaving like a demon or a cat or whatever, it's more human-like behavior.

After watching the movie, I know that Kevin is really a dork, so I'm glad I included that silly scene, same for the ghouls insulting each other.

As for the designs, I'm still trying to find the style that works best, but I'm working on it because I really adore the ghouls, I can't not draw them.

Hope to see you soon <3 -honey

[itsjaywalkers]

Heyyyy! It's me! The sweet ranter! I'm back form war (my exams) and I have won (I will get the results in two weeks)!

I had finally time to continue reading "making ghost"! And I was so lost in the plot, that I forgot to update you! :(

But now I'm here and it was sooooo good (I know, that I already said that in other asks but I just can't say it often enough!!!)

I love James' and Regulus' dynamic that went from light flirting to HOLDING HANDS!

Any I also really enjoyed all the Q&A and the whole livestream thing! It was so much fun!

To sum everything up, I really, really, really like it and can't wait to see where everything leads to (no pressure <3).

Anyways, I hope, that you have a good morning/day/evening and that everything is alright! <3

Much love!

hiiii angel <333 WISHING U THE BEST WITH UR EXAM RESULTS but i'm so glad ur at least done with them and that u (hopefully) get to rest for a lil while!!

thank u thank u THANK UUUUU i'm so ridiculously happy to hear this <3 it's like an actual shot of serotonin to me i'm so serious

PLEASEEEE THEM HOLDING HANDS and bickering constantly and going grocery shopping together GODDDDD THEY MAKE ME FEEL SO UNWELL i love them so much especially in making ghosts they're my babies

hehehe the q&as + livestreams are one of my fav parts of the chs, they're just so fucking fun to write and the amount of drama i get to include MY GOD i love them when they're all cunts to each other while still loving each other and trying their best to be good friends

it brings me so much joy to hear this i swear <3 i miss making ghosts SO MUCH i can't wait to go back to it as soon as i'm done with . those stories of mine that are on the top of my list rn

i hope ur having an amazing day too babe!! and that june treats u kindly!! sending u kisses and hugs MWAH <333

[starrysnowdrop]

2022 -> 2023 Thoughts

Firstly, I want to thank each and every one of you for sending me the wholesome stuff and the G’raha and Aymeric goodies last night. I had a bad time already due to shark week, but then my mental health got worse as the day went on, and I seriously needed the serotonin shots, so THANK YOU ALL!!! 🫂

This leads me into my next point. I’m so incredibly thankful to all of you for being here, whether we are mutuals for years now or you are new to Tumblr, I’m so happy that you are here with me. The FFXIV community as whole, but especially here on Tumblr, always brightens my day. When I see your content come across my dash, or when I see your likes, comments, and reblog tags on my writing and gposes, it never seizes to make me smile.

And I’m reminded every day of why I make FFXIV content. I love this game, the dev team, and the amazing community that has formed around it all. I’ve never been happier in a fandom, and I’m so excited for many more years of the FFXIV story to come.

Next, I wanted to talk about what all happened in 2022. Personally, my son has had more access to his therapy, and he’s doing so well and loves his therapist so much, so that has been a blessing. Then my whole family went on a two week vacation to Disney World, and it was one of the best vacations I’ve ever been on. My favorite parts were seeing how happy my son was when he went on the boat rides and when he hugged Pluto, which was a surprise for all of us that he had wanted to do so. So personally, 2022 was good for us overall. I’m still struggling with my mental health every now and then, as I had last night, but hopefully I’ll be able to work on that moving forward this year.

On the fandom side of things, I’m really proud of myself for my work in 2022, and I hope to continue with this in 2023. I have learned that I need to focus on creating the content that I want to create, what brings me joy, not what I think others are expecting of me. I am learning to not feel guilty when I don’t have much inspiration for something I want to do and my inspiration goes in a completely different direction instead. It’s also okay to just wait and see what the next patch content brings and see how I’ll incorporate it all then, instead of fretting over the MSQ and praying that it doesn’t derail my OCs’ canonverse stories.

2022 brought about a ton of development for Yume, with the added hair color change due to the light corruption in the First, then she got married to G’raha and soon after the newlyweds are already expecting their first (and only) child, Hikari! I’m excited for what patch 6.3 will bring for Yume and G’raha.

Last year also marked the creation of Hali, who started out as a minor character who was supposed to be G’raha’s long lost sister, but I wasn’t feeling her in that role, so I was inspired to fantasia her into the pink lalafell thirsting for the Lord Commander that you all now know. I must say that I’ve fallen so hard for Hali and I’m so damn happy with her and Aymeric’s story and I’m looking forward to what is to come.

Lastly, my New Years Resolutions have been narrowed down to two: 1) To be the best mother that I can be, to make sure that my son is happy and thriving well, to do what’s right for my son no matter what and 2) To focus on writing what is important to me, and not worry about what others may think of it.

If you’ve gotten this far, thank you so much for reading, and I hope you have a happy new year!!! 💖

[ardent-fox]

Hey lyds ! Feel like answering some headcanon questions today? (:

Headcanon challenge:

1. Besides “Mick” and “Mickey”, what’s Ian nickname for Mickey? From all the nicknames Mickey calls him , what’s Ian’s favorite?

2. What’s the story behind Mickey’s knuckle tattoos? (When / how / by who) When Ian gets a tattoo for Mickey, what is it / on what occasion?

3. Random turn-on for Mickey and a random turn-on for Ian? (Bonus: something that really shouldn’t be a turn on but is)

4. What’s their Instagram @ ? When did they start following each other?

5. If they get a pet, is it a dog (who walks it more often?) or a cat (who cuddles with it more often) ? 

Hello there! 🤗 Ooh, what a fun idea, thanks for including me in these 😍

1. I think Ian keeps it fairly simple with his nicknames for Mickey. "Baby" is obviously a big one and I think he says it quite frequently, I can also see him blurting out "sweetheart" or "love" during some intense, emotional sex and proudly calling Mickey his husband and the love of his life to other people. As for Mickey's nicknames for Ian, "tough guy" is the oldest and therefor Ian's favorite, along with "red" or "freckles", since he adores Mickey loving on the physical attributes that he might have been teased for as a kid, they're like a shot of confidence and serotonin every time. "Sleepyface" is also still a part of their lives, but since their nieces and nephews/possibly their own kids end up liking it so much, Mickey uses it on them later on instead, and Ian doesn't mind one bit.

2. The knuckle tatts were definitely a part of a "you're a Milkovich man now" initiation process that was led by Terry when Mickey was around 13-14 years old, done at home by a family member. I do think Mickey wanted to get them, but for all the wrong reasons. He had his own idea of what a "real man" should act and look like at the time, which was greatly manipulated by his father, and he used them as a part of his defense mechanism to look tough and keep people out for a long time. Once he let go and embraced his sensitivity, he was still okay with the words he picked out, but let them fade away naturally when the time came, symbolizing distancing himself from Terry's influence. As for Ian, I see him getting something symbolic that they can both share, perhaps stargazer lilies for their 10th wedding anniversary, or they both get a shape outline with their kids' initials inside if/when the time comes, and Ian includes Mickey's "M" inside it on his version.

3. Crime/gun kink aside, Mickey loves to see Ian get pissed off once in a while and verbally defend them against random assholes, something about that rough energy sparks the need to get Ian on him while his blood is still boiling. Also, once they move in together and Ian takes on cooking, he surprises Mickey with preparing his favorite meals, and this new love language ends up speaking not only to Mickey's tummy, but also his dick, prompting spicy moments in the kitchen. For Ian, it's the sight of Mickey calculating their finances with his glasses on (we support glasses!mickey on this blog), nibbling on his pen every once in a while, mouthing out the words as he goes over his notes. Ian tries his best not to stare as he hangs around him, handing Mickey the cup of coffee he made and pretending to scroll down his phone while he waits, clothes flying everywhere as soon as Mickey is done.

4. Although my knowledge of Instagram is pretty poor, I don't think Mickey particularly gravitates towards social media, so Ian is the only one who has an Instagram in their home. It's the same one he's had for the last few years, a simple handle with just his name. It used to be a place where he posted hot pics of himself, but now it's mostly artsy photos of his and Mickey's joined hands in bed, his little tomato sprouts and other pretty stuff Mickey would surely tease him for if he knew they were on there.

5. Mickey finally gets the Pitbull he always wanted and 100% names it after a brand/type of gun (I vote for Heckler), thinking it will be the toughest dog in the world, only to realize over time that it's the exact opposite. Ian wants a cat, a sweet, orange kitten so they can be twins, and they end up getting both pets from the local animal shelter. However, since Ian is the early riser and more active outdoors, the dog ends up attaching himself to him more, and the originally not-that-cuddly ginger cat takes a liking to Mickey and starts sleeping on his chest while he watches TV, making it clear that their pets also have a say in the matter. Ian and Mickey just shrug and roll with it, and both of them end up loving the crap out of each of their fur babies in the long run.