#the friendship we all didn't know we needed.

[iiseor]

toxic!dealer!ellie who favourites you over everyone else, yet refuses to make your relationship offical. one in the morning parked outside of a gas station, rain drops falling outside the smoke-fogged windows, tears streaming down your face, your head laying on her shoulder — she's rolling another blunt and rubbing your thigh in an attempt to make you calm down. "i know baby, i'm sorry" she rasps out, dragging the blunt to her lips before placing it between yours. "you're not sorry" you choke out, sniffling as your wiped away your own tears with the sleeves of the sweater ellie lenses you whenever you smoked together. She sighed at your words in slight annoyance, trying to keep her tone relaxed — she leaned back further in her seat as she watched you clear your eyes, taking the blunt from your hands before speaking. "there's nothing to cry about y/n, you knew this from the start" she replied, taking another hit.

holding your face in your hands for a moment — in the limited space, you turn to face her. your eyes puffy and red, hers identical though for a different reason — she lets out another sigh before sitting up to be closer to you. your faces closer than ever, she places the half smoked blunt back on the tray before moving her hands to caress your cheeks. Giving into her touch, you let your eyes close for a moment taking in the feeling of her.

"you know why it's like this... can't lose business" she'd remind you. something everyone had reminded you. your friends called you an idiot for getting involved with her in the first place, insisting she was nothing more than a fuck girl who bribed every pretty girl she came across with free weed. constantly reminding you that she wasn't willing to settle down, that she needed to be available so girls would keep buying from her thinking they had a chance — just to end up fucked before she moves onto the next. with you, it was different in your mind. she never persuaded you the way she did with the other girls. with you, she spoke gently. never pushing for anything more than what you wanted. always prioritizing your needs over her own, something even your friends didn't believe at first.

yet, despite any of this — you weren't hers. you could never be hers she warned you from the beginning. ellie insisted it was nothing more than a friendship, telling you anything more would ruin her income. "then why do you keep me around" you spoke just above a whisper, her hands still placed on each side of your face. "i don't get it ellie. we've fucked so many times.... so many fucking times. you've got everything you needed. why do you keep bringing me back?" your eyes began to water again — ellie scoffing "you can't put all of the blame on me" she says, "you run when i call y/n". and with those words your laughing in disbelief. "god ellie you know why the fuck i come back" you raise your tone, ellies eyes locked on you as you push her hands away from your face — ellie letting you before she slightly guides your chin back to face her. "look at me" she breathes out and you obey — tears blurring your eyes. "you have more of me than anyone else..." she informs, using her thumb to catch the single tear you let fall. "isn't that enough?" she questions, her tone seeking your cooperation.

with her desperate eyes piercing through your body, you stood no chance playing against her games tonight. it was tiring to say the least, but everything in your body craved her. even if she wasn't yours — she was right. you had more of her than anyone, you should cherish it while it lasts. pleased as you give in, she kisses your temple before brushing your hair out of your face. "i'm yours right now" she adds on, "be mine right now" she states, you staring up at her with wide yet drained eyes. "are we done with this bullshit now baby?" "got it all out?" she questions, her tone almost mocking you. embarrassed, you simply nod, pulling yourself into her embrace. "atta girl" ellie praises, placing kisses on the top of your head as you conceal your remaining tears by burying urself into her body — back at square one.

[hemmingsleclerc]

One last time pt2┃charles leclerc

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Y/N's hands shook as she wrote the message to Charles: "See you at our place by the old lighthouse in 20 minutes." She hit send before she could doubt herself and tossed the phone out of her reach. Her heart was pounding in her chest and her mind filled with thoughts of what she was about to do.

The old lighthouse had always been their place, a small hidden place where they escaped the pressures of their lives and were themselves without cameras or people around. As she drove there, memories flooded her: late-night talks, stargazing, and the countless times Charles had made her laugh when she felt like crying or vice versa.

When Y/N arrived she was pacing nervously, checking her phone every few seconds. Finally, she saw Charles' car stop and her heart began to beat even harder and she felt a chill run down her spine.

Charles came out and walked towards her nervously, his expression one of mere concern and confusion.

''Hey''

'Hey''

She took a deep breath, her thoughts confused and chaotic. “Charlie, I…” her voice broke and she looked away, gathering courage. "I need to tell you something"

Charles said softly, moving closer until he was a few inches away from her. “Whatever it is, you can tell me. You know it."

Y/N nodded and her eyes met his. "Well. Here it goes. The song I sang tonight is about you, I know you already knew that because it's been everywhere but I wanted to tell you myself. It's always been about you. All my songs have been about you. I've had a crush on you since we were kids and I was too scared to tell you because I thought you'd never feel the same. And seeing you with Elise just… broke my heart. But I had to tell you, even if it means losing you as a friend. I can't keep pretending anymore and I understand if you want to stop seeing me or talking to me I will understand."

Charles stared at her, his eyes wide with surprise. For a moment, neither of them spoke. The silence lengthened, unbearable and heavy.

"Y/N, I…" he started, but she cut him off, her words coming out quickly.

"I know it's absurd because you don't feel the same and now I'm just saying a lot of things and making everything awkward and…"

Charles stepped forward, took her face in his hands and kissed her. It was a kiss filled with years of unexpressed emotions, longing and love. Y/N's eyes widened in surprise, but she quickly melted into his kiss, wrapping her arms around his neck as she passionately kissed him back, standing on her tiptoes.

When they finally broke apart, they were both breathless, their foreheads pressed against each other. "ma cherié," Charles whispered, his voice full of emotion and desire. "I've always loved you. I was too scared to ruin what we had. I thought you only saw me as a friend and I didn't want to lose you, I didn't want to lose us."

Tears welled in Y/N's eyes, but this time they were tears of joy. "Charlie, I've had a crush on you since we were 15. What the hell?"

Charles laughed through his tears and hugged her tightly. “I can't believe we've wasted so much time,” he said, his voice filled with a mix of relief and happiness as he placed a tender kiss on her forehead.

Y/N leaned back a little and looked at him with a smile. “Wait, what about Alex? “I can’t do this to her.”

Charles chuckled and shook his head. “Oh, Alex. We're not actually dating. We never were, apparently swe both like people of the same... type. It was all just a misunderstanding. She's just a friend and we thought it would be easier to let people think we were together instead of constantly explaining our friendship over and over again''

Y/N laughed, feeling lighter than she had in years.

A few weeks later, the Monaco Grand Prix weekend arrived and the paddock was full of life. Y/N and Charles had decided to keep their relationship private for a while, wanting to enjoy their new happiness without the public's attention. But as they walked hand in hand, their love was impossible to hide.

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[daisyvisions]

[12:17AM] - Love and Death (e.s)

Warnings: Smut (18+, minors DNI), roommate!Eric, voyeurism, masturbation (both m! and f!), use of s*x toys, clumsy and pervy Eric (if you think about it), allusion to smut, smut, and more smut 😉 Word count: 0.8K

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Thinking about roommate!Eric, who can't stop thinking about you ever since he accidentally heard you pleasuring yourself through the thin walls of your shared apartment.

Look, it's not his fault, okay? Well… maybe it was? To him, it definitely was not his fault at all! He hadn't told you he was coming home earlier than expected that night, so you took it as an opportunity to have some alone time with yourself since you needed to de-stress badly.

And you were really going to town with your trusty vibrator, chasing that sweet release that seemed so hard to reach tonight for some reason. So amidst the constant whines and moans you were making, you hadn't heard Eric's door close.

At first, Eric didn't even notice the sound coming from your room since he had his headphones on. But as soon as he took the headphones off… he heard it.

The prettiest sound to ever linger in the air. A sound so sweet he felt like honey was dripping from his ears. He nearly felt his own two feet floating, slowly gravitating to the source of the sound.

And when he heard the voice curse under its breath, that's when he realized it wasn't a figment of his imagination but rather just his roommate on the other side of the wall.

He could feel the blood pumping south to his dick, his soft member now growing hard because of thinking of all the positions he would get you in, and especially how your lips would feel against his. He shouldn't be thinking like that at all!

But truth be told, it was hard not to since he had always harbored a crush on you but never said anything to avoid scaring you off. You two had a good friendship and he planned on keeping it that way… right?

He didn't even realize he was palming himself at this point. He needed to see how you looked like sprawled on your bed immediately, willing to risk it all in the name of love desire.

To his luck, you forgot to completely close your door as he slowly nudged the door with his fingers, the warm light seeping out along with the angelic sound of your moans becoming louder. As soon as his eyes found your naked figure on the bed, he was completely drawn like a moth to a flame.

You were definitely going to be the death of him.

Your hair formed a halo around your head, your core glistening under the warm light, you looked so ethereal. Eric was so entranced by you he didn't even realize his hand had slipped beneath his sweatpants and held his member in a tight grip.

Your face started contorting more and more as you kept on thrusting your toy inside you. Shit, were you going to cum already? Is that your orgasm face? Eric could feel himself getting close to the edge with you, wishing he was helping you get closer to the edge. Everything was going so well, both of you nearing your highs… until Eric's phone suddenly rang.

You gasped loudly, halting your movements when you heard the sound. Eric frantically tried to turn down the call, finding the button that would shut the noise. From the instant panic and wanting to make a run for it before you saw him, his legs somehow tangled themselves causing him to stumble inside your room.

You instantly cover yourself with the nearest pillow, about to lose your shit on Eric until he started rambling.

“I’m-so-sorry-I-know-I-should’ve-called-when-I-got-home-I-didn’t-know-you-were-awake-until-I-heard-your-moan-and-it-was-so-hot-I-had-to-see-it-for-myself-and-I-know-that’s-pervy-of-me-but-fuck-please-don’t-see-me-less-I’m-so-hard-right-now-that’s-not-the-point-fuck-sorry-why-did-I-say-that?-I’ll-just-leave-now-sorry-for-interrupting!”

Dead silence filled the air after Eric had practically rapped his apology. Oh, he's done for, you’re going to kick him out of the apartment tonight, ex-communicate him from your life, tell of your friends to watch out for this perv, maybe even tell your other friends to beat him up and-

“…You think my moans are hot?” You mumble under your breath. Eric looks up at you confused at first, but decides to answer your question without hesitation.

“The prettiest one I’ve ever heard…” He watches the gears turn in your head as you process his answer. A small smirk appearing at the corner of your lips. “Well? What are you waiting for? Come here and help me finish.”

You swear in that moment you had never seen Eric move at lightning speed to take off his clothes and hop on your bed, help you reach your high and even find the energy to go for rounds and rounds after.

Oh he was definitely going to be the death of you.

[lovelyliv0]

olderbrotherbestfriend!ghost x reader 18+ (MDNI)

you were chilling at home in your living room as you hear the door bell ring.

you go and answer the door and it was your older brother best friend, Ghost. the big, 6'5 military soilder.

you're not gonna lie, he was hot. but he wouldn't be someone you would go for because you didn't want anything to happen between him and your brother.

"hey ghost, are you here to see my brother?" you ask.

"actually.. I was here to talk to you." he said with his husky, British accent.

"oh, yeah, come on in. do you need anything?" you ask him as you close the door behind him as he walks in.

he didn't even look behind you when he muttered a "no" behind his mask.

you both go and sit down on the couch, across from each other. you sit with your legs together as Simon sits with his leg spread a little with his arms hanging in-between his thighs.

"so, what did you need to tell me?" you question him as you look into his eyes with his mask still on. his blue eyes looking you up and down before looking away and leaning back into the couch.

"look love, I don't want our friendship to go away after I say this but.." he trails off. "love, I think you're gourgous. you're funny, smart, and just overall just an amazing girl and I want you to know these feelings I have for you.."

you were left speechless. you knew he like girl before but you have never looked like anyone of them, so you never would have thought he would be interested in you.

"well, uh.." you stubble on your words, unable to let your thoughts leave your mouth.

"love, do yo-"

"we can't ghost." you interpret him. "you're 4 years older than me and my brothers friend. even if I wanted to, we cant."

you look at him as he gets up and picks you up, just to set you back down again, only on his lap this time.

you start to turn a bright shade of red as you can hear a soft chuckle coming from his mask.

you start to feel his thighs tighten up. you could feel the muscles rub against you're clothes clit.

"fuck lovie, I thought you didn't want me, hm?"

"f-fuck..." you moan out, feeling something build up in your stomach, soon losing that feeling as simon takes you off of his lap.

you whimper, missing that sensation. Simon then chucling as he takes of both your shirt and pants, as well as his.

soon, you're left in just your bra and panties and him in his boxer.

he then takes you back into his lap, taking off your bra and starts sucking on your tits.

you moan out as he kneeds one with his big, strong hand and suck and nip on the other.

"omg... ghost.." you moan ad he takings his mouth off your tit with a pop sound.

"no, my name is not ghost to you, it's simon." he says as he pickw you up from his lap and sets you down laying down on the couch.

he slowly pulls down your panties to see your pussy glossy from how wet you are for him.

"dam princess, you enjoying this?" you smirked as he starts to like at your folds.

"omg.." you moan out as he starts to suck on your wet pussy, slurping and nibbling at your pussy.

"f-fuck simon... I need you..." you whimper out, causing him to chuckle while still tounge deep inside your cunt.

he takes one final lick as he takes his head out of your pussy and starts kissing ou, making you taste yourself as he pulls down his boxers.

you break the kiss and look down to see his cock spring out, causing you to gasp a little.

he was huge. at least 9 inches, maybe more, covered in veins, and rock hard.

he noticed you staring because he soon says, "it's ok princess, we can go slow." he reassures you.

all you could do is nod as he lays his cock on your pussy, causing you to clench at nothing.

"I'm gonna slowly go in, ok?" as you nod.

"words love."

"yes.. that's ok"

he nods as he slowly pushes inside you. you cry out, never taking someone as big as him or as thick as him.

he made sure you were ok as he slowly pushed more inside of you.

you and ghost stay in the same position as you start to get used to his girthy cock inside of you.

"you can.. go now" you moan out, him just grunting in response.

he started to slowly thrust in and out of you, causing you to grip his back, possibly leaving scratches to his already manybattle wonds.

"omg.. Simon! fuck!" you cry out as he starts to slowly pound your puffy pussy.

he grunts as he starts thrusting deeper and deeper, pulling your legs above your head to getting deeper inside your abused cunt.

"shit princess, you're do tight around my cock. fuck" he grunts in your ear.

you start to feel him twitch inside you, making you know that he's about to come.

"oh god.." you moan out as you feel that same stomach feeling you felt earlier.

"fuck I'm gonna come.. I'm gonna come inside ok?" he says as he pounds harder inside of you.

with one final hard thrust, you feel your legs shake as your release mix with his.

you feel a hot, sticky rope shot inside of you as your legs still tremble from your own release.

ghost then grunts as you feel him exit your hot pussy. you whimper, missing the feeling of being full.

he moans as he see his seed fall out of your wet cunt, leaving your thighs covered in his juice.

"fuck baby, you look so good with my seed dripping out of you like that.." he grunts as he leans down to kiss you.

"listen lovie, I love you, you don't have to say it back but I just wanted-"

"I love you too simon.." you say to him, interrupting him.

you both look at each other and start to fall into a deep kiss again.

[starlightiing]

I was inspired by my own anger towards someone this morning. No, my anger doesn't come with unresolved sexual tension or heartbreak like Esteban's does, but I'm not projecting, merely channeling ;)

Anyway, enjoy?

It's meant to be Estemick, but it is also Mickierre and Estemickierre. Unintentionally.

To say Esteban is surprised to see Pierre at the door, already half-undressed and eyes dark with anticipation and desire, would be an understatement. Dread, hot and heavy and electrifying, claws its way up from the pit of his stomach and wraps around his heart like a vice grip.

The surprise on Pierre's face mixed with the gasp of horror from Mick over in the corner of the flat does little to quell the nonsensical jealousy bubbling up in his gut.

"Pierre." Esteban spits, proud of himself for keeping the waver out of his tone. Though he does sound rather unfriendly - and he is, right now, since there are no cameras and no media around to force them to play nicely.

Pierre has the gall to wince. "Esteban."

Anger roars hot like the blood in his veins, and Esteban has to take a deep breath to keep from shouting at Pierre at the top of his lungs. For once, this isn't Pierre's fault. No, no this is Mick's.

And that makes it hurt even worse.

"Esteban, wait - I can explain!" Mick sputters, quickly bridging the gap between them. Esteban listens to the thump of his feet as they hit the floor, and recoils away from the fingertips that lightly graze his shoulder. "Esteban..."

"No explanation needed, Mick." Esteban says, cool and calculated and firm. His heart is pounding out of his chest and his hands are shaking, but this is fine. It will always be fine. It always has to be fine. That is the name of the game, after all.

"I didn't - I didn't think you...I thought we were..." The way Mick flounders should be satisfying to Esteban. The way he wiggles and squirms under the pressure he's only brought upon himself. The way Pierre clears his throat and looks away, clearly uncomfortable. It should bring Esteban some sort of sick satisfaction.

It does not.

"You know, Mick, for once in my life it would have been nice to just...have something that was mine and mine alone. For once, I would have liked to have something that did not come with Pierre tacked on at the end."

Pierre looks like he wants to say something in response, but in a shocking turn of events, he keeps his goddamn mouth closed. A feat, Esteban thinks, to render Pierre Gasly speechless, among all people.

"Because nothing ever comes without you. Not when I was a child, or a teenager, and certainly not now as an adult. My friendships, my career, everything I do, somehow it always leads back to you."

Pierre looks up now when he realizes he's been addressed, eyes ablaze with something Esteban can't quite decipher. Anger? No, no he's seen anger on Pierre enough times. Fear? Sadness? God help him, should it be pity.

"You used to prefer it that way, no? That at the end of the day, we could take out all of our frustrations on each other and in the morning act like nothing ever happened. Somewhere along the way, you were the one that could not look at me anymore."

"No, Pierre. I could not bear the way you looked at me. Your anger, your pity, your shame. The worst of all was your disappointment. I still see it, even now."

Pierre sighs, a quick and dangerous little huff of breath, and takes a rather brave step across the threshold into the flat. He closes the door behind him, as if telling Esteban he has no choice but to stay, and crosses his arms over his chest. He looks every bit the defiant teenager that he was ten years ago - the one that stole Esteban's heart, stomped on it, and ran away with some of the pieces.

"Then take it out on me again. Scream in my face, throw me against the wall, have your way with me like you used to, before things were bad." Pierre suggests, and the hint of desperation to his voice gets Esteban's heart racing even faster still.

"And what will it change? You will still look at me with disgust and disappointment when we are done. You will still warm Mick's bed on the days I am not here to do it. You will still be attached, no matter what I do."

Pierre closes the gap between them, causing Mick to take a few steps backwards away from them. His hands are oddly cold as they cup Esteban's cheeks between them - a mixture of tenderness and desperation - and Esteban can see the pulse in Pierre's neck thumping along to a similar rapid pace as his own.

"Maybe it changes nothing. Or maybe it changes everything. I think, in the end, that one is up to you. But do not lie and say this is not something you want. I know you. I know you want it just as much as I do."

Esteban knows he's in trouble the moment he makes eye contact with Pierre. He knows there's no escaping this whirlwind that comes with Pierre's offer, or Mick's terrified desperation for him to stay.

When he wakes up sandwiched between the two of them the next morning, he lies to himself and says it will be okay.

But as long as Pierre is around, trailing along at the end of all of Esteban's loose threads -

It never really will be.

[a--a---a]

tell me what you thought about season 3 of bridgerton. I also had really mixed feelings about the Michaela/Michael thing (like the last person) but overall the season was really okay for me. it felt like the PR was more than we got but otherwise I liked most it. i could have done without the Mondrich storyline and the 8 Benedict sex scenes but it was good.

I agree: The season was generally good. I liked it and have watched it several times now. (That is 90% my Nicola Coughlan obsession speaking, but nonetheless.)

Things that I thought were OUTSTANDING:

Agatha/Violet scenes - I fucking love them. Agatha is my fav character in the whole show, and that friendship is amazing. I am an Agatha, Charlotte, and Penelope girly as my top 3.

That scene outside of Genevieve's ("What good am I to you?") because fuck yes, Penelope. - Put that man in his place. Sometimes your only need for a man is to want him there because you love him.

Colin crying - 'nuff said.

Kanthony - there could have been more, but I understand.

Francesca & John - so relatable. I know you talked about Michaela being contentious, but I am excited for her. Again, I didn't read the books. I just want wlw. I loved John's interactions with the boys.

"You Belong With Me" for their wedding dance??? It's THEIR SONG, and I was so happy about it!

Lord Anderson - I am looking forward to him and Violet "gardening" in s4.

the Featheringtons and their character growth.

Nicola Coughlan's perfect breasts. 🥵😍

Things I DID NOT LIKE/WANTED MORE OF:

Not enough Polin scenes. Just in general there were not enough. Spicy would have been fine, but I am in the same camp as many that say they wanted more happy married life before the baby was born.

Colin accusing Penelope of trapping him and then never apologizing for it.

Colin telling Penelope she "has no say" in how the LW blackmail thing got handled. Like 🛑. You are JUST a man, Colin.

Luke Newton's wig for the wedding specifically (but it made other appearances).

Pen's wedding dress could have been more fairytale (but I do love how it highlighted her complexion, etc.).

Not enough Lord Debling/he didn't go with Cressida. I know she was the pt 2 villain, but like...he will be gone for three years.

Eloise was incredibly annoying without Pen. I didn't realize how Pen changed her and maybe softened her in ways. Her without that person to maybe not tame but guide her really showed that.

Too much Mondrichs. I think it would be cool if their son fell in love with Hyacinth and it was another friends to lovers we got to see evolve over time, but besides the ball and finally giving up the club, I feel like maybe 3 scenes in total would have been fine.

Too many Benedict sex scenes. The last was my fav by far, but for the most part they were fillers and didn't drive the plot. If they did it would have been different.

There's probably more, but that's all I've got.

I do think this is my favorite season yet because of Penelope, but there could have been changes. I hope they drop those deleted scenes, but even if they don't i am pretty satisfied with what we got. 💛

[wordsinhaled]

saw an absolute awful take on payneland earlier today and it's still rolling around in my mind (tl;dr, it was essentially "i hope edwin and charles don't get together because edwin falling for his best friend charles and accepting that charles is straight is just as important a message for media to send out, because queer people experience that irl all the time, and it was important to show audiences charles rejecting him kindly") and i am still just fuming tbh because

#1 hello bi erasure!!!! please let charles rowland be bisexual for fuck's sake!!! let this boy already steeped in counterculture who grew up and died during the AIDS crisis with a father who almost certainly wouldn't have tolerated any hint of queerness in his son explore his fucking sexuality! he has room in his heart for crystal and edwin both! goddamn

#2 like... do people who have this take realize edwin was, basically, hate-crimed to death for being gay? that he was sacrificed to hell because his peers saw him as a "mary ann"? that this happened in the first place because of so much period-typical internalized homophobia that simon didn't know how to process his own burgeoning feelings for charles therefore expressed them through the only socially appropriate channel by sublimating them into bullying/harassment and responded to rejection with violence - and edwin had no idea how to acknowledge or process any feelings he might have had for simon plus rejected simon's advances out of fear of being ostracized further for an identity he may have recognized but denied in himself at the time???

...and you want edwin's narrative to be "tormented by sad gay feelings, breaks out of hell for the second time, musters up bravery to confess to "straight" friend - when the last time he even dared to have an air of being queer he got killed for it - gets rejected"??? fuck off fr. like go and watch that confession scene and look at edwin's red-rimmed eyes and

#3 you know, we queers just fall in love with our straight friends all the time and receive no unconditional acceptance and love and no open possibility of something more developing organically. so let's show that same bleak shit on TV, that's just the narrative we need. just to remind the queers watching they have no chance at happiness and they're lucky to get a compassionate rejection. in case anybody ever got hopeful for open endings. fuck off fr

#4 i dislike the implication that "straight friend" charles was so nice and so kind for "reacting nicely" to "gay friend" edwin because like... what is the alternative that we're supposed to be so happy we didn't get? the cricket bat? a second act of violence? what was edwin supposed to receive instead that it was so nice for charles not to do? you wanted to see anger, disgust, violence, drama, the breakdown of their relationship? when like... charles's entire narrative is about his boundless kindness and love, him overcoming the cycle of abuse and not being a violent and hateful person? pretty gross that this take reduces charles to That Straight Guy, of all straight guys, when he would never, he would literally fucking never and you're trapping him into the cycle he's working to break!!!

and mind you the whole POINT of this show is the many and multiple dimensions of love that are available to edwin and charles, the power of love and self-acceptance to overcome obstacles and barriers, the many ways friendship can be defined and include all different kinds of love, what platonic and romantic love means. so to see it reduced to "charitable straight guy kindly spares tortured gay friend the terrible humiliation he ought to have gotten" gives major ick especially DURING PRIDE MONTH like oh my god

anyway i'm not articulating myself well but like oh my god let DBDA be queer or get rekt

[a-zalea-garden]

How do you feel about the pride comic so far? :D

I actually hadn't sat down to read it until I got this ask, but the snippets I'd seen were ADORABLE. I'm writing this as I read it for the first time:

pg. 1: "Hypnosis was so much easier" HE WOULD! And him rehearsing with Whisp is so sweet. I love that they tied her and their friendship into the story more; I kind of thought she was done for good. Valentine hitting his face on the locker is SUCH a diary thing, too. I don't know if it was meant to be a callback or anything, but that's what it reminded me of. And Whisp saying "good luck!" while Kier is half-dead on the floor is PRICELESS. I love that he's still trying to make amends with Drac though.

pg. 2: Him blurting everything at once and then stopping to be all ✨composed✨ is perfect. UGH but the accent. Kieran, dear, she knows you're Romanian. I like the call back, though, and if you really look into it, it's a reflex because he's embarrassed and panicked. I LOVE the cut between him saying "it's fine" and him absolutely panicking, all zoned-out. It's such a simple thing that's meant to be comedic but it really shows us how he thinks and how vulnerable he is in a world without his prestige.

pg. 3 BIG SPELLDON REVEAL DUN DUN DUUUUUN!!! I love the small details of his character design that bring him to life, like the rings on his fingers and the mole on his lip. and the necklaces <3. Valentine IMMEDIATELY crumpling the paper in his big dramatic moment is so silly. And spelldon ignoring it and just taking a rose. It's such an easy, domestic kind of moment. And they're both so pretty ugh the close ups. "Like my soul" ok princess val 🙄 and spelldon worried, "You still love draculaura?" I KNOW WHAT YOU ARE SPELLDON CAULDRONELLO

pg. 4: the moment of realization is priceless. Kieran is just in awe of this man. and Spelldon is just so enthusiastic about it (I love how he's just like 'this is dumb' but goes along with it anyway. Okay mr. malicious compliance). The height difference is also perfect to me. It makes sense that Spelldon is way taller because he's part (like 70% ish if I remember right from that time I did a pedigree) god. Casta's tall too isn't she? Valentine lost in his own little world ❤️ my little yapper.

pg. 5: Valentine trying to be over prepared, he's so me. And it's a nice (probably unintentional) callback to his diary where he says "better have it and not need it than need it and not have it." Spelldon's blunt humor is one of my favorite things ever. And him flattering Kieran about biteology >>> ugh they're so sweet. Val's facial expressions are so funny too he's so dramatic. Him trying to be humble and change the subject when Spelldon compliments him is so cute. AAAA they're so sweet.

pg. 6: Spelldon being all nonchalant while Val is literally falling over is so them. That is such a fun dynamic for them to have and I love it so much. I don't even know how to describe or "analyze" it because it just feels so naturally them that there's nothing to point out as "unusual." AAA Spelldon catching Val is such a sweet moment in the comic. Poor Val has his eyes closed, he can't even see Spell's face when it happens. And his hand is HOVERING over Val's back; he's not even touching him and he's blushing like that. I don't even think I need to mention the smirks (they're so precious)(Spells had an eyebrow slit this whole time and I just didn't see it??😭)

pg. 7: EEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAA Val you're going to give poor Spelldon a heart attack leave him alone. He's so dramatic clasping his hands like that. The mausoleum is really cute though, I approve. If I were a vengeful ghost, this would be my haunt (get it?). Spelldon having this whole plan thought out to get the ingredients when he's the one who thought it was a useless plan to start with 🤨 okay Spelldon we all see what you're doing. Especially since the whole plan is to get Val clinging to him. Scarah to the rescue!!! Not the return of the accent val STOP PLEASE. I'm glad they're talking about it, though. And he doesn't do it to spelldon 👀 because he's being himself with spelldon and doesn't feel the outside pressures to be someone else. He subconsciously knows that spelldon will accept who he is. Spelldon's face when Val admits that is priceless. BUT SPELLDON NOOOOOO WATCH OUT!

pg. 8: Val regretting the potion because he's in loooooove is so cute to see. "A couple thousand years" you want to spend a couple thousand years with your feelings for Spelldon awww. And he doesn't even act like he needs them to be reciprocated. Like, duh we all know what he's doing, but he never spells (pun unintentional but fully embraced) it out. The bracelet too from the Val's rose is a sweet little detail. Especially since they chose to give us THAT angle for that panel. They wanted us to see that in this moment. Valentine voicing his development is perfect. He really has grown and learned so much. SPELLDON WHAT?????? NOOOOO! and Val immediately regretting this whole thing because oh nooo Spelldon won't love him (🤨)

pg. 9: Okay Spelldon you trickster. "You really think i'd let you excise your emotions like that" (okay mom) "Yes? I asked you to!" Bro. That's super sweet though, he's been looking out for him this whole time, but couldn't just tell him no. Awww he wanted to spend time with him. AWWW VAL. I'm surprised Val didn't feel the love but maybe i've been reading his powers wrong. And then we have The Moment™ of course. Aww

pg. 10: Aw he and Drac made up. I'm glad they got closure from everything (the Pit Incident... and everything beforehand). WOAH val is so pretty, that turning panel??? Spelldon watching silently from the sidelines all proud. We have to remember that he met Spelldon BEFORE Whisp (and long before the two of them had their makeshift therapy sessions), and the day of the dance (where he failed his attempt to fix everything) from the original comics. He was still a mess then. He has been here since then, and got to see him grow. KIERAN VALENTINE FULL NAME RAHHHH COME OUT YE BLACK AND TANS COME OUT AND FIGHT ME LIKE A MAN🇮🇪💪i'm glad they're pushing that because so many people think Valentine is his full name, it's actually crazy. Whisp wanting to meet Spelldon 👀 I need to see that now too! And Val ignoring her to hold Spelldon's hands, he's so clingy. I guess he has been this entire time with his yapping. And they walk into the sunset!!!

THE END!!!

I don't know if I wrote WAYYY too much, but I wanted to make sure I gave my full reaction (because lets face it, we've been starved for a while. thats why I got into fanfic like three-ish years ago). The notes got progressively longer as I went 😭

All in all I absolutely adore the comic. It's such a sweet glimpse into Valentine's growth and development, and I'm so glad to finally have a real Spelldon. The entire thing is such a good slice-of-life story that just feels calm and domestic and unforced, like there is no antagonist or unneeded tension to force things along. It's just Spell and Val.

[bubbipond]

My favorite part of this episode is the rewards they gave each other, mirroring different needs. Dee asked that, if he does well, Yak go to therapy.

That's the one thing haunting him; because of it, he can't fully be present in boxing, with his brother, or in relationships with Dee or Taem. He can't make up his mind solely because he sees himself as a disappointment to those he cares about. With Taem, he's stayed on the sidelines never really crossing over that friendship threshold.

He sees her as someone above him and so her loving someone on her level makes sense to him. With Dee the same thing applies, there is already another player, and that player has things in common with Dee. That's why it was so easy for Doc Ter to get in his head. Meanwhile, with his brother, we see he is never fully honest with. Cher knows more about Yak's life than Yei and that's due to the constant fear of disappointing Yak. Whereas we see Cher shows that there isn't anything Yak can do that would lead him to feel that way.

I'd argue that, in the way Kao is Dee's sounding board, Cher tends to be Yak's.

Then with Dee, Yak asks for his first kiss. I won't say that the notion Dee has is ridiculous, he should do what feels right to him. But, as we have seen, he does want to give it to Yak but he is scared of repeating history. Which he is doing already. Keeping Yak at arm's length like he did with Ter. Like Kao said, Dee tends to make things difficult for himself when the answers to his questions are typically very obvious. And Dee does this a lot to people, keeping them mostly at arm's length which is why he only has one friend. In retrospect, holding onto the kiss isn't about keeping it for his one true love, it's about guarding himself. That is one less thing he gives to someone who may not love him back. He didn't even give it to Ter who he has been pinning after for 8 years. Logically, if holding the kiss was all about true love and security, Yak should've been the last to get it because there is no security in their current status. But instead, he does give it to Yak because he trusts Yak completely and knows even if they aren't for each other, Yak is still someone who cares for him on a personal level.

Honestly, I am just waiting for them to bond over their dead parent trauma and realize they are one and the same.

[gucciwins]

I need to see more of bel and Benito's friendship :,)

genuinely surprised you want to see more. but I'm here to please :))

//

After the show, Bel goes on her way but not without making sure to send Benito a large bouquet of flowers. She thanks him for an amazing night and how she loves the passion he has for music and his people. 

It’s a few weeks, she’s in Los Angeles at a premiere for her film and by chance Benito was there for the week so Viola thought it’d be nice to extend an invite. It’s all about promotion, is what Viola said and well most of Bel’s team was on board so she was too. 

It’s premiere day and after a morning of meetings and a long afternoon of getting ready. She’s ready to head to the red carpet and see some of her co-stars. Emerson shows her the good luck text Harry sent her. The red carpet nerves never get easier. 

“Benito!”

“Bella!” 

“Viniste!” Bel greets him with a hug in the middle of the carpet as he made his way to to her.

“Por supuesto. Un honor que me invitaras.” Benito expresses his gratitude that she thought to invite him.

“Y/N! ¡Benito! Look here, please!!” The photographers yells get louder knowing how crazy all media outlets are going to go for these unexpected photos. 

“¿Una foto conmigo, bella?” Benito asks. 

“Sí. Claro” 

He sets a respectful hand on her waist while Bel keeps her hands to her side. She doesn’t need anymore rumors flying around so she’s being mindful. Also aware her boyfriend will be seeing these if he hasn’t already. 

“Gracias. Te veo adentro.” With a kiss on her cheek he’s walking away leaving her to take more photos. 

//

The following day after a successful night with her director and cast Bel is in her hotel room when she receives a large bouquet of yellow roses that signify friendship and joy. The note on the flowers confirms it’s from who she thinks it is. 

Bella, 

Gracias por una hermosa noche. Hasta pronto, amiga. 

Tu amigo, 

Benito. 

As Emerson is setting down her flowers for her on the hotel table, her phone rings. Only display is a photo of her and Harry with her sitting on his lap under a tall tree in his mum’s backyard. 

“Hola amor.” 

“Bel, baby,” Harry pouts. “Come back to me.” 

“My flights tonight, H.” 

She hears him sigh, “I saw the photos,” he mumbles.

“Do I look good?” 

“You look beautiful. Of course you do. Most gorgeous girl I have ever seen.” 

“Gracias, mi vida.” 

“But Benito next to you isn’t so nice.”

She laughs, “Viola thought inviting him would bring good movie buzz.” 

“Hmm…has it?” 

“Has what?” 

“Brought you lots of buzz” 

“It has. Ticket sales for the film went up fifteen percent than we were expecting.” 

“That’s great, baby.” Harry tells her, but she knows him. She knows he’s planning something. 

“H, don’t do something. Jeff already thinks you’re on the loose because of me.” 

“Don’t worry, baby. I’ll be good. I’ll be at the airport.” 

//

When Bel gets off the plane her phone is blowing up and a notification of Harry posting on his story comes through from two and a half hours ago. He posted half an hour into her flight to him. It’s a photo of him at the cinema next to a poster of her in her red dress and axe in hand as Pearl with a dimpled smile on his face. The caption reads: I got my tickets. Have you? There is a link attached too. 

Viola

Ticket sales through the rough. It went up 30% than we expected. Thank the boy for us.

Bel sighs, as she grabs her bag and makes her way toward the entrance where she finds him with a sign: Bel’s boyfriend.

 What is she going to do with him?

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

obviously hanguang-jun would wear sports bras…. right?

Wei Wuxian failed his perception and insight check rolls.

[butterflysonnets]

yes i'm rooting for m*leven breakup because byler is neat but mostly? i'm rooting for m*leven breakup for the sake of el and mike.

to me, their romance was always a puppy love born out of a combination of social pressures, naïve curiosity, and a lack of true understanding regarding intimacy and romantic love and what it really is. it was real in that they do truly, deeply care about each other and they are close friends, maybe even shared an attraction, but a maturing romance is so much more than that. they've grown up and out of being boyfriend/girlfriend, and that's okay! i think television/film needs to show more often that most of us don't have definite "soulmates" or first childhood loves that we spend our whole lives with. it doesn't mean these relationships meant nothing and didn't impact us, it just means they've run their course and that something else is in the cards, and this is part of life!

i've always felt el was at her best and most confident self when broken up with mike, discovering who she was and what she liked alongside another girl her age instead of just relying on mike for mentorship on how to live in the real world. she deserves more of an opportunity to find herself, her autonomy, and her independence, and to love who she is, and she's made it clear she's felt insecure in the relationship with mike because she isn't being loved and understood the way she wants, needs, and deserves from someone who is her partner.

also, it's okay if mike doesn't love her in "the way he should". he is not obligated to love her romantically and stay in a relationship with her just because she's a girl, because she "needed someone", or because he cares about her a lot. he shouldn't be pressured into a romance if it's not truly coming from his heart. he deserves freedom to find out and honour who he is, too, instead of just staying in his non-functional first relationship — one he got into as a child, essentially — and defining himself that way because it's what's expected when a boy and a girl are close. he loves her in some way, yes, but it's okay if he doesn't feel comfortable or secure being her boyfriend anymore, for whatever reason that is. he's felt insecure too, and that's valid and it matters.

they are their own people and are steadily growing and changing every day. they need time to figure out who those people are, and it's become clear (at least in my opinion) that those people aren't meant to be a couple at this stage.

they deserve freedom. they deserve to grow up and be authentic to themselves and not feel like they need to lie for the sake of a relationship. they deserve to move on from this version of their relationship that isn't making them happy and rekindle the best part of their bond: their strong, beautiful friendship. they don't have to be a couple if it doesn't make them stronger and better and happier people.

i think it would be healthy and wonderful for a show, especially one consumed frequently by young adults, to show a relationship starting, progressing, and ending on good terms in this way. sometimes things don't work out, and that is okay.

[dollypopup]

"Colin should have grovelled more!" "Penelope folded too easily"

I think statements like this typically come from people who like Penelope. . .but don't really understand her. And don't really understand just why she cares for Colin, and just why him groveling would not in any way bring her peace.

Penelope and Colin are kindred spirits in their loneliness, in season 3 more than any others. Penelope had lost her friendship with Eloise, and Colin didn't really have a close friend circle to begin with. Except with Pen. Pen was the person he could put the mask down for, could open up to, (in particular with their 'dreams' discussion) and that's why he couldn't even entertain the idea of giving up talking to her in Season 2. She is a vital part of his life, and holds so much significance and importance to him.

I imagine that's what made their silence over his travels especially painful for him. They spent such a long time talking after Season 1, and he even informs her that her letters were so encouraging, that it helped him heal something inside of himself. That if she could see him in a gentle way. . .so could he. (And he repays this, because he is honest to god out here acting and looking at her like she hung the moon in the sky). But without her presence in his life, he spiraled. Didn't feel confident in being who he is, and thus put on his persona more firmly. We know this because he wrote in his journal that "I want to be less needy, less insecure, while still maintaining the core of my vulnerability that makes me who I am". That he misses his family, that he misses home.

And we know, from the books, that Home? Home is Penelope. Penelope is his North Star, is his guiding force, and who I argue he feels he needs. In his very first scene, he looks toward her house, tries to find her in the window. When he does not, he returns to his family. In the outdoor gathering, he looks for her and finds her, eager to talk. He states aloud that he misses her, and I imagine he wrote it, too. Not hearing back from her over the course of his travels was surely something that hurt him, but he doesn't hold any ill will toward her for it, only wants to reconnect again. In fact, the one and only time he brings up how he misses her and that she didn't respond, she makes very clear the reason why: she heard what he said and it hurt her. And he's ashamed of it.

Colin hears her call him cruel, and instead of ruffling his feathers about it, instead of getting upset, instead of having a chip on his shoulder as I feel so many men would about it. . .he understands why she does so.

Penelope is a woman who has been largely treated poorly in her society. She feels unheard, she feels undesired, and in her circumstances, and I can't help but ask myself. . .has anyone ever truly apologized to Penelope for hurting her, before? Her mother? Her sisters? Eloise, likely, but. . .anyone else? And the way Colin did? Because of all the characters in the show, Colin? Colin knows how to apologize. He has a lot of practice in it. And very importantly: Colin, a man of privilege in his society, apologizes. . .predominately to women. To Marina, to his mother, and multiple times to Penelope.

Ultimately, Penelope wants to be heard, Penelope wants to be understood, Penelope wants to feel desired.

And Colin checks every single one of those boxes. He informs he is not who he was before, and then he proves it to her. He hears that he hurt her, and he comments on it directly. An entire night apart, and he comes back to her 'Because I embarrass you' with 'I am most certainly not ashamed of you', replies to her 'I am a laughingstock' with 'you are clever, and warm, and I am proud to call you my good friend'. He hears her proclaim her own insecurities, and empathizes so deeply with her. He listens. He understands. He makes clear that he cares for her, and that she *is* desired. 'You lift my spirits' 'I seek you out at every social assembly'. That she helps him see the world in ways he loves, that he sees HER and how much she has cared for HIM, that she makes him feel appreciated, that he appreciates her, in turn.

And then? Then? He shows her. He tells her, and he shows her. His actions all throughout Season 3 reinforce this apology. He continues looking for her in every corner of every ballroom, he continues complimenting her, he laughs at her jokes and respects her boundaries, he is ever so gentle with her, he listens to her with an attentiveness that no one else has ever given her. To Lady Whistledown? Sure. But to Penelope? Who else in the entirety of that ton has listened to Penelope the way Colin has?

Absolutely no one.

Penelope Featherington ghosts Colin Bridgerton for months with no explanation, and Colin comes back wanting to reach out to her, and she finally tells him why.

And he apologizes. Because he listens. Really, truly listens. And really truly cares.

I need you to understand how rare that is, even nowadays, but especially back then. That Colin is the kind of man who can put his hurt to the side and realize he made a mistake, that he said something callous, and he adores her, and he can't lose her, and he has to see her and make it right.

Because that's why Penelope fell for Colin. Not because he's beautiful, not for his charm, not for his family. But for his heart. Because he shows her kindness in a world that so often disregards her. Because he seeks her out and tries to understand her, truly hears what she has to say and compliments her, says he's sorry and looks at things from her perspective.

Because he saw her when she was invisible.

Penelope Featherington, who grew up in a house that made cruel jabs at her, has Colin Bridgerton come to her and say he regrets what he said, and that he was wrong, and that he understands why she's mad at him. Penelope Featherington who has so rarely had much of anyone tell her that they're sorry for what they said about her, sits before Colin Bridgerton as he professes how much she means to him. That he cannot even spend a full day away from her knowing they're on bad terms with each other without making it right. That he sees how she is hurting and he has to in any way he can amend it. She is lonely, with no one really in her corner at the start of season 3, and she feels like she lost it all, and Colin comes to her and says 'no, I'm here and I appreciate you and you are special to me, please let me in and let me prove it'. Is it any wonder why after she shakes his hand, she stands in the sun, and she feels the warmth of it, she can smile? That she can breathe, again? That she can be truly content for the first time in the season?

Because Penelope Featherington does not want Colin to beg. She knows him. She knows the tender, full heart he hides behind the new cavalier persona. She knows the soft underbelly of Colin Bridgerton.

He never had to grovel. All he had to do was love her. Assuredly. Fervently. Loudly. Unapologetically.

And he does.

[indigodawns]

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[iqmmir]

I am having muu thoughts

[trpiaep19]

writing a chapter hasn't been this fun for a very long time. guys I'm fully back and you have something to look forward to!!!

it's all lies, darling