#AND I was under the impression he was more indifferent about that stuff ???

[potato-lord-but-not]

absolutely no hate to you but if i were harlan and i was scrolling the malev tag and your spicy art came up without being mask tagged id block you on the spot

I mean TO be fair the post just had a link t o the spicy stuff and everything else was on par with other things I’ve been posting, so like definitely not a two guys raw dogging it jumpscare, but yknow. can you blame the guy? it was very out of left field for sure lmao

[jenneyquinn]

“who do you think you’re impressing with this stuff?”

“everyone. you wouldn’t understand.”

after adjusting his tie, pacifica looks up from dipper’s neck, her blue eyes meeting his brown ones. it’s the very first time she sees him without that lame pine tree cap on, so naturally, her eyes aim a little higher.

upon inspecting the brunette’s tufts of hair, she thinks to herself, he definitely doesn’t shower much, trying her best to not react too visibly to the accumulation of sweat. who knows, making him feel more awkward will just make things worse—after all, that suit must be stuffy enough as it is.

so, she remains indifferent as she continues inspecting his hair. despite a lack of showering, she thinks, he’s lucky to have fluffly hair… for a nerd, i guess.

before she backs off completely, walking back into the party to the ‘problem room’, pacifica notices something about dipper’s forehead. a blemish, perhaps? or maybe, a hint of acne.

acne makes sense for him, trying very hard to roll her eyes at the thought, obviously not the type to spare time for proper skin care, geez.

for all she knew, pacifica soon came to the conclusion that from all that sweat… the pores on his forehead being clogged thanks to his brown hair and that hat of his, she wouldn’t worry much about giving away some facial cleanser, mosturiser, and a trip to pick up some ointment (since she never needed any).

yet, before she could start on a list—first, she needed to know how bad it was.

pushing his hair back, dipper feels his whole body go stiff in a flash. what the heck was she doing?

“i don’t have time to give you a total makeover, but the least i can do is advise you on better personal hygiene.”

pacifica answers, which meant that dipper was definitely thinking out loud.

stupid! now that, he whines in thought, but refrains from physically face-palming himself.

when pacifica fully pushes dipper’s hair back, his forehead now bare to her, she observes it, her face remaining indifferent as she focuses on what lies before her. it’s… a big dipper?

behind that poker face of hers, she’s laughing inside; trying desperately to not let the corners of her lips twinge up and succumb to her amusement.

clearly embarrassed, dipper’s face flushes red, but finds himself staying still as he feels frozen under pacifica’s gaze. his doe-brown eyes are only glued to her diamond-hued irises, then glances a bit down to her glossed lips, awaiting the inevitable mean-girl cackle.

“so that’s why people call you dipper.” pacifica points out softly, showing the smallest hint of a grin on her face.

only, it isn’t malicious—dipper notes to himself. amused, yes, but not in a cruel, insulting way.

feeling awkward enough as it is, dipper breaks away from pacifica’s touch, backing himself away and heading towards the door; laughing inorganically.

“yeah, it’s just a dumb birthmark, started going by dipper so no one could tease me about that anymore, heh,” he tries to explain in a single breath, pulling out the third journal to avoid being further burned in her gaze, “anywaysweshouldgoaheadandfindtheroomwheretheghostwaslastspottedright?”

“i don’t think it’s dumb.”

the confession slips pass pacifica’s lips almost instantly, unable to stop the words from spewing out.

now, they’re both pink in the face, both in disbelief of the blonde’s admission.

[cowboybeepboop]

Hidden Passion

"I don't think I'm ever gonna forget this night, darlin'. You've been drivin' me crazy for way too damn long."

Pairing: Scott Miller x fem! Reader

Genre: Smut

Word count: 5200

Summary: Kate invites you along to the group's camping trip and you’ve decided you finally have had enough of Scott’s indifference to you.

Warnings: p in v sex, semi public, unprotected sex, jealous Scott bc I like him jealous

A/n: I’m having fun with all the twisters smut 😭 hopefully you all enjoy. At some point I’m gonna write some more top gun maverick stuff. But as always, let me know if you have any ideas/requests for me 🤗

Boone is your twin brother, which means that you spend all of your time following him and his friends around. Because you’re the ‘responsible’ twin and mostly because his friends really know how to have fun.

Regardless, Boone has been extra careful bringing you around because he’s under the impression that you have a thing for Tyler. So of course when Kate invited you along to their camping trip you just knew you were going to get on his nerves by flirting with the cowboy.

Your brother was right about one thing: you do have a crush on one of his friends. Who just so happens to be the biggest asshole out of them all. Scott. So it's a win-win situation, you can piss Boone off and see if Scott even gives a shit. Even though you know Scott only came along because Javi is trying to get with Kate.

You’re sitting across from the fire with your knee touching Tyler’s, a small smile on your face as you notice your brothers stare. You could tell already that Boone was dreading having you there, but that was part of the reason you wanted to go in the first place. To piss him off.

Scott is sat off to the side with Javi and Kate, he’s drinking a beer with his usual scowl on his face. ”Hey, wanna make some s��mores?” Your cheerful voice rings out through the night air.

Scott’s scowl deepens as he hears your sweet tone, and seeing you talking to Tyler does nothing to improve his mood. He takes a long sip from his beer, trying to quell the growing irritation in his chest.

The rest of the group has mixed reactions but Tyler grabs a stick and puts a marshmallow at the end. “Do you want me to roast it for you darlin’?” You grin up at him.

“Yes, I’d like that.” You rest your head on his shoulder as you watch the flames.

As he watches Tyler roast a marshmallow for you, Scott's jaw tightens. He mutters under his breath, "Darlin'....what a load of bullshit." Your eyes flicker over to Scott and you give him a small smile.

Scott catches your smile and huffs in response, his expression remaining grumpy. He tries to ignore you, taking another sip from his beer, but he can't shake off the irritation that's bubbling up within him.

He glances back at you, noticing you're still talking to Tyler, the marshmallow still roasting in his hand. Scott's grip tightens around his beer bottle, trying to keep his anger in check.

You lean over Tylers lap reaching for the graham crackers and a chocolate bar. Tyler’s free hand goes to your lower back as you hover over him. “Wow there darlin’ be careful.” He chuckles as you find yourself on the log again, the cracker and chocolate prepared for the hot marshmallow.

Scott's eyes narrow as he sees Tyler's hand go to your lower back. His grip on the beer bottle tightens even more, his knuckles turning white. The sight of you leaning over Tyler's lap ignites a fire of jealousy within him.

Your brother's glare bores a hole into the back of your head, his arms crossing over chest. “He’s kind of scary when he’s mad like that,” you whisper to Tyler as he completes the s’more.

“Seems like your plan is back firing on you,” he replies with a smirk, handing the treat your way. You nod as you take a bite of the dessert, a smear of chocolate left on your bottom lip.

Tylers smirk grows wider as his eyes flick to your lip, his thumb moving to swipe the chocolate away. Scott's scowl deepens as he watches Tyler smirk and the way he swipes the chocolate away from your lip. He can feel the anger boiling within him, his grip on the beer bottle almost painful now.

Boone however wasn’t going to sit by and watch you two flirt all night, he gently grabs your arm pulling you away. “What are you doing?” Boone sits you down in between Scott and Javi.

“Stay there.” Your brother commands you like a dog, earning a grin from you.

“I’ve gotten banished,” you say to Javi, nudging his arm with your elbow, turning to Scott to smile at him. He's still fuming over the interaction with Tyler, but your presence next to him has a way of lessening his irritation, even if just a little bit.

Scott takes another gulp of his beer, trying to ignore the jealousy that's still gnawing at him. Javi laughs, "Banished, huh? Can't say I'm surprised." You giggle in response.

“Well in my defense I never thought Boone would get so bothered.” Javi shakes his head with a bright smile.

The night drags on, and the group slowly disperses into their tents, leaving just you, Scott, and the crackling fire in the center of the campsite. You’re both a few drinks deep at this point, and the alcohol has done little to quell Scott’s sour mood.

He glances at you sitting across from him as he takes another swig from his beer. The fire casts a warm glow on your face, and despite his best efforts, Scott can't help but find you somewhat attractive even in the dim lighting.

”Scott?” You murmur his name. Scott looks up as you speak his name, his eyes focusing on your face. He tries to keep his expression neutral, hiding the slight hitch in his breath at the sound of your voice.

"Yeah?" Scott replies, his tone gruff, as he raises an eyebrow in your direction. Scott watches you move closer to him, his eyes tracing the movement of your body. He tries to ignore the way his heart rate picks up at your proximity.

“How much have you had to drink tonight?” You reach for his half empty bottle, he tightens his grip on the beer bottle as you reach for it.

"Why, tryin' to cut me off?" Scott asks, his voice a mixture of defensiveness and irritation.

”Maybe,” you huff, still trying to steal his bottle, “why won't you let go.” Scott stubbornly tightens his grip on the beer bottle as you reach for it again. He can feel the heat from your body sitting next to him, and his heart rate quickens at your proximity.

Scott grunts in frustration, "Damn it, just leave it alone," he snaps, his voice betraying his rising irritation. You flinch away crossing your arms under your chest.

“Okay, fine, whatever.” You grumble. Scott notices your reaction and internally scowls at himself for snapping at you. Seeing you pout and cross your arms ignites a strange mixture of frustration and guilt within him.

He takes a deep breath as he watches you sulk, trying to calm his irritation. "Look, I'm...," he starts, his voice gruff, "I didn't mean to snap at you like that." You steal the bottle away successfully.

“I know, that’s why I’m trying to cut you off.” You smile triumphantly, wrapping your fingers around the bottle. “You’re even more of a grump than usual.”

He bristles at your comment about him being a grump, but he can't deny the truth in your words. "I'm always a grump," he retorts, begrudgingly, "especially when I'm around you."

You finish off his drink, swiping at your lips as you give him the empty beer bottle. “What do you mean?” Your eyebrows furrow in confusion. Scott watches as you finish off the beer and swipe your lips with your fingertips. He can't help but notice the way your actions send a jolt of desire through him.

He lets out a frustrated sigh, "I mean that you always seem to rile me up, in one way or another." His statement confuses you.

“Scott, how do I rile you up?’” You’re offended by his words, “Are you saying I piss you off?” Scott rolls his eyes at your question, the alcohol making it harder to suppress his true feelings.

He lets out a scoff, "No, no, not piss me off," he grumbles. "You...you just...get under my skin," he admits begrudgingly. You scoot closer to him on the log, the alcohol you’ve consumed through the night giving you confidence.

“Under your skin how?” You narrow your eyes at him, Scott lets out a growl of frustration as you move closer to him on the log. He can feel the warmth of your body radiating towards him, and it's driving him crazy.

He looks at you as you narrow your eyes at him, and he's hit with the urge to pull you even closer, to run his hands over your body, to taste the alcohol on your lips.

He grits his teeth, trying to control his thoughts as he responds. "You just...always seem to do things that get a rise out of me," he admits through clenched teeth.

”You’re saying a whole lot of nothing Scottie.” Your voice is stern. Scott's irritation sparks at your firm tone of voice, but it's overpowered by the way his heart skips a beat hearing his nickname leave your lips.

He huffs in frustration, running a hand through his messy hair. "You just...you're always so damn cheerful and friendly, goddamnit," he mutters, the alcohol loosening his tongue.

”There’s nothing wrong with being friendly” Scott scowls at your words, his frustration growing as he tries, and fails, to articulate his feelings. He knows there's nothing wrong with being friendly, but your friendliness always seems to make his heart race.

"I know that..." he mutters irritably, his eyes scanning your face as he tries to find a way to explain his tumultuous feelings. You set your hand on his knee as you move even closer to him.

“Scott?” You sigh, still not understanding what he’s meaning, maybe it's the booze or his lack of proper communication.

Scott's heart leaps at the touch of your hand on his knee, a jolt of electricity coursing through him. He can feel the heat of your body next to his, and it takes everything in him to maintain his resolve.

At the sound of his name on your lips, he groans, "Goddamnit, stop sayin' my name like that."

“Like what, Scottie?” You tease, Scott's heart flutters at the sound of you saying his nickname again, his frustration mixing with a surge of desire.

He mutters under his breath, "There it is again," he replies gruffly, his tone a mix of irritation and something deeper. "You say my name like it's a damn melody, and it drives me crazy."

A playful smirk places itself on your lips as you lean forward pressing your palms onto his thighs, your face inches away from his. Scott's breath catches in his chest as you lean forward, your palms on his thighs sending a wave of heat through his body.

He can feel the warmth of your breath on his face, and it takes every ounce of his willpower not to close the distance between you and capture your lips with his. He swallows hard, trying to keep his composure. "What are you doing?" he manages to ask, his voice a hoarse whisper.

”I just wanted to get a closer look,” your smirk grows as you watch his expression. Scott's heart races at your proximity, his breath coming in short gasps. He can feel the heat of your gaze on his face, your smirk driving him crazy, and all he wants to do is pull you into his lap and taste those lips.

He grits his teeth, struggling to keep his cool. "And what exactly are you looking for?" he asks huskily, his eyes locked on yours.

“I think I see a little bit of a blush on your cheek.” Scott's heart skips a beat as you touch his cheek, your fingertips tracing the outline of his cheekbone. He swallows loudly, trying to maintain his composure as your touch sends shivers of desire coursing through him.

He can feel his face growing hotter beneath your touch, and he knows his blush is becoming more prominent. "Shut up," he grumbles, stubbornly trying to deny the effect you're having on him.

“Don’t be like that, it's cute” Scott's breath hitches in his chest as you pull your body against his, your thighs pressing against his knees. He can feel the heat of your touch searing through him, igniting a fire within him.

He scowls at your words, his face growing hotter with each passing moment. "Cute?" he mutters, refusing to admit how desperately he craves your touch. You sigh with the realization that you’re gonna have to make the first move.

“Scott.. Close your eyes for a second.” Scott's eyebrows furrow in confusion as you instruct him to close his eyes. He hesitates for a moment, his heart pounding in his chest, but he complies, his eyelids slowly closing.

As he sits there, his eyes shut, he can feel his other senses heightened, attuned to every sound and every movement. "What now?" he asks, his voice a gruff whisper.

You cup his cheek, “Keep them closed, okay?” Your breath fans across his face as you lean in. He nods slightly in response, his eyes still firmly shut, his other senses hyper aware of your proximity.

He can feel the heat of your body against his, and his every instinct urges him to pull you even closer, but he remains still, waiting for your next move. You press a soft kiss to his lips, your other hand sliding up his thigh as you move closer.

Scott's heart nearly stops when your lips press against his, a jolt of desire coursing through him. He can feel your hand moving up his thigh, and the sensations sent his mind reeling.

He responds to your kiss, his hand coming up to gently cup the back of your neck, his thumb tracing the line of your jawline. You pull your lips away, your eyes scanning the expression on his face.

Scott's eyes slowly flutter open, his mind swirling with desire and need. He gazes at you, his eyes dark with emotion. He swallows hard, his chest heaving as he tries to regain his composure. "Why..." he starts, his voice low and gruff, "why'd you do that?"

”Why not?” You murmur, leaning in for another kiss. Scott's breath catches in his chest as you lean in for another kiss, his body responding vehemently to your touch.

He allows himself to be consumed by the kiss, his hand moving to the small of your back, pulling you onto his lap. It becomes more heated as you push your chest against his own, arms wrapping around his neck, your fingers tangling in his hair.

Scott groans loudly in response to your actions, the feeling of your body pressed against his and your fingers in his hair sending shivers down his spine.

His hands roam over your body, wanting to feel every inch of you. He deepens the kiss, his tongue expertly exploring your mouth, tasting the mixture of alcohol and sweetness.

You moan into his mouth at the roughness of his hands against your skin, “Scott, we should go to a tent…” you shiver at the cold air, “It’s getting cold,” Scott reluctantly breaks the kiss, his breathing ragged, his body aching with desire.

He nods in agreement, his mind clouded with lust, desperate to get you somewhere private. "Yeah..." he mutters, his hands still touching your body, almost reluctantly letting you slide off his lap. "Let's go."

You lead him to your tent, your hand comfortably holding his. You unzip the tent and slip inside, pulling off your boots as you sit on the air mattress that you forced your brother to set up.

Scott follows you into the tent, his heart pounding in his chest as the reality of the situation hits him. He watches you kick off your boots and sit down on the air mattress, his eyes scanning your figure in the dim light of the tent.

He closes the tent behind him, zipping it up, and sits down next to you, his body inches away from yours. You smile up at him, the flush of his cheeks darker than before. “You’re so cute Scott,” Scott's heart skips a beat at your words, his cheeks growing even hotter under your gaze.

He huffs in feigned irritation, trying to hide the effect you have on him. "Shut up," he mutters, trying to sound gruff and annoyed, but the hint of a smile tugs at the corners of his lips.

”Would you prefer being called handsome?” You tease, your hands reaching out to roam his body. Scott's breath catches in his chest as your hands move over his body, his heart racing in his chest.

He tries to maintain a cool exterior, but the way your touch ignites a fire within him is impossible to ignore. He scoffs, a mixture of annoyance and desire in his voice. "Handsome, cute, it's all the same damn thing," he mutters, trying to remain unaffected by your touch.

”But you love it, don’t you?” You mumble against his ear as you settle into his lap once again. Scott's breath hitches as you settle into his lap, your breath brushing against his ear. He wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you close, his body practically buzzing with desire.

He growls in response to your words, his hands tracing the curve of your hips. "Damnit," he mutters, his voice a gruff whisper, "You know I do." You respond by kissing him. More passionate than before, your eyes flutter shut as he slips his tongue in your mouth.

Scott groans lowly in response to your passionate kiss, his hands gripping your hips almost possessively. He matches the intensity of the kiss, his tongue tanging with yours in a heated dance.

He pulls you flush against his chest, wanting to eliminate the space between you, the feeling of your body against his nearly driving him mad with desire. You lean against him pushing his back against the bed, hovering over him as you pull away from his lips, asking for air.

Scott's breath hitches as you push him back against the bed, your body hovering over him, dominating his every sense. He gazes up at you, his eyes dark with desire, his chest heaving with each breath he draws.

He reaches up, his hands finding your hips once again, desperately holding on as if he's afraid you might disappear. "You're killing me, you know that right?" he mutters, his voice rough with need.

”Then why don’t you do something about it?” You tease, you voice low and sultry. Scott's eyes darken at your words, a low growl escaping his lips. He flips you over, pinning you beneath him, his body pressed firmly against yours.

He gazes down at you, his eyes locked on yours, his voice a gruff whisper. "Be careful what you wish for, darlin'" he mutters, his lips hovering millimeters from your own. You arch up against his body, pressing your lips to his hungrily.

Scott's breath hitches in his chest at the feel of your body arching against his, the need coursing through him becoming nearly unbearable.

He kisses you back with equal fervor, his tongue seeking entrance to your mouth. His hands roam over your body, desperate to memorize every contour of your curves. Your arms wrap around his torso pulling him closer to you, your fingers pressing against his back.

Scott groans loudly at the feeling of your arms around him, your fingers tracing patterns against his back, sending shivers down his spine. He presses his body against yours, his desire and need for you escalating with each passing moment.

His hands move to your hips, gripping them tightly, his lips moving down your neck, leaving a trail of heated kisses in their wake. You arch your back, gasping at the sensation of Scott's kisses along your collarbone, your body responding to his touch with eager anticipation.

His hands glide under your shirt, his rough fingertips tracing the sensitive skin of your lower back, sending shivers down your spine. You can feel the tension in the air thicken, the electricity between you growing more intense with every passing second.

The sound of fabric rustling fills the tent as you both fumble with the buttons and zippers of your clothes, desperate to feel each other's skin against your own. Scott's eyes never leave yours, the raw desire in them leaving no room for doubt about what he wants, what you both want.

As the last barrier falls away, your bodies finally align in a dance of passion that's been building for what feels like an eternity, the cool night air forgotten against the heat of your union.

Scott's eyes darken even further as he takes in the sight of your exposed skin, his desire to taste and pleasure you becoming an all-consuming need. He shifts his position, sliding down your body, his hands firmly on your thighs as he spreads your legs wider.

You gasp as his mouth descends upon your pussy, his tongue eagerly flicking against your clit, teasing and exploring your folds with a hunger that's both thrilling and overwhelming. His movements are unbridled, driven by a passion that's been simmering just beneath the surface for far too long.

Each stroke, each lick, sends waves of pleasure crashing through your body, making you quiver and moan beneath him. You grip the blankets tightly, your breaths coming in ragged gasps as he devours you, the heat of his mouth a stark contrast to the coolness of the tent's interior.

His eyes never leave yours, the intensity of his gaze only serving to heighten the intimacy of the moment. You can feel your orgasm building, your body tightening with every flick of his tongue, and you know that this night is going to change everything between you.

As Scott's mouth continues its relentless assault on your sensitive flesh, you can't help but let out a series of muffled cries, biting down on the fabric of your shirt bunched in your hand to stifle the sounds of your pleasure. Your body tenses, your legs quivering as the first waves of your orgasm begin to crash over you. You clench your eyes shut, trying to hold on to the last shreds of your self-control, but it's no use.

With a final, desperate whimper, your climax takes you, your back arching off the mattress as your hips buck against his face. He doesn't relent, though, his tongue still working its magic as you ride out the intense sensations that grip you, the fabric of your shirt now damp with your efforts to remain silent.

When the tremors finally subside, you collapse back onto the bed, your chest heaving with the force of your gasps for air. Scott kisses his way back up your body, a smug smile playing on his lips as he claims your mouth once more, tasting the sweetness of your release.

The sound of your muffled moans only spurs him on, his own need for you growing with every second that passes. He can feel his cock straining, demanding release, but he's in no rush. For now, he's content to bask in the aftermath of your pleasure, knowing that the night has only just begun.

Scott lays down on the air mattress, his eyes never leaving yours as he pulls you on top of him, a silent invitation for you to take the lead. The feel of his hardened cock pressing against your still-sensitive core sends a fresh wave of desire through you, making your own need for him even more urgent.

You straddle him, the warmth of his skin against yours sending shivers down your spine as you line yourself up with his length. With a look of pure determination in your eyes, you slowly lower yourself onto him, feeling every inch of him fill you up. A low moan escapes your lips as you adjust to the feeling of him inside you, his eyes never leaving yours, filled with a mix of passion and challenge.

You begin to rock your hips, setting a slow and steady rhythm that has you both panting within moments. His hands grip your waist, guiding you as you move, his fingers digging into your skin with just the right amount of pressure to drive you wild.

Each movement sends a delicious friction through your body, and you can feel yourself getting closer to the edge again. Scott's eyes never leave yours, the intensity of his gaze holding you captive as you both succumb to the passion that's been brewing between you for so long.

Scott's quietude breaks as he becomes increasingly vocal with every sway of your hips, his breaths hitching in his throat as he watches you take control. His hands glide from your waist to your breasts, kneading them gently, his thumbs circling your hardened nipples in time with your movements.

His voice is low and gruff, a series of grunts and moans that seem to be ripped from the very depths of his soul, a primal response to the pleasure you're giving him. You lean into his touch, your own breaths coming in short gasps as you rock against him, the friction building into a crescendo of desire.

The sound of your bodies moving together fills the tent, the only music to accompany the symphony of your ragged breaths and moans. The feel of his strong hands on your body, the way he watches you with such raw hunger, it's all too much, and you know you're about to shatter once more.

You lean forward, pressing your palms into his chest, using it as leverage to drive yourself down harder onto him, the intensity of your movements growing with every stroke. His eyes never leave yours, the challenge in his gaze only making you want to push him further, to make him lose control in the way you're so close to doing. The world outside the tent fades away, leaving only the two of you, lost in the throes of passion and desire.

Your moans sync perfectly with Scott's, rising and falling in tandem as your bodies move together in a timeless rhythm. You feel your orgasm building again, a crescendo of pleasure that threatens to overwhelm you. His eyes, still locked on yours, grow darker, his pupils dilating with the approaching storm of ecstasy.

You lean in, capturing his mouth in a desperate kiss as you quicken your pace, the need to feel him come apart in your arms driving you on. His hands tighten on your hips, urging you faster, his own hips bucking up to meet your movements.

The air in the tent grows thick with desire, the only sounds the slapping of your bodies and the muffled cries escaping from your mouths. And then, with one final, shuddering thrust, it hits you both. Your orgasm crashes over you like a wave, sending sparks of pleasure throughout your body, making you tremble and clench around him.

Scott's grip on you tightens, his cock pulsing as he releases deep inside you , his own moan of pleasure melding with yours. The world outside the tent seems to fall away as you ride out the intense waves of your shared climax, your hearts beating as one, your bodies intertwined in a dance of pure, unfiltered passion.

When the storm finally subsides, you collapse against him, your breaths mingling as you both try to catch your breath, the tremors of pleasure still echoing through you. You can feel his heart racing beneath your cheek, a testament to the depth of his own release.

The silence that follows is filled with an understanding that transcends words, a bond forged in the heat of the moment that you know will never truly be broken.

You lay your head against his chest, breathing in his musk. Scott's breathing is ragged as he tries to catch his breath, his heart still racing from the intensity of the moment you just shared. He wraps his arms around you, pulling you closer, his body still buzzing with the aftermath of his climax.

He rests his cheek against the top of your head, his fingers tracing lazy patterns against your back, his mind struggling to form coherent thoughts. "That..." he finally manages to mutter, his voice hoarse and gravelly, "that was something else."

You smile as you cuddle closer to him, basking in his body heat. “We should do that again some time.” You giggle softly. Scott lets out a low chuckle, the sound rumbling through his chest. "Damn right we should," he mutters, his arms holding you closer against his body.

He presses a soft kiss to the top of your head, his lips lingering there for a moment before he speaks again. "I don't think I'm ever gonna forget this night, darlin'. You've been drivin' me crazy for way too damn long."

”Have I?” You tease as your eyes flutter shut. Scott lets out a huff at your teasing tone, his arms tightening around you.

"You know you have," he mutters gruffly, his lips finding the sensitive skin of your neck once again. "You and your damn adorable smile, and your beautiful eyes, and your infuriatingly cute laugh..."

He trails off, his voice growing huskier as he continues to list off your desirable qualities. A blush paints your face as you bask in his compliments. “I didn’t know that you thought so highly of me.” You press gentle kisses into his muscles.

Scott lets out a low hum of pleasure at the feel of your kisses against his muscles, his body already responding to your touch.

"How could I not?" he mutters, his voice gruff and sincere. "You're goddamn perfect, darlin'. Smart, beautiful, kind, funny...the list goes on and on." You bury your face into the crook of his neck, flustered by his words.

“Okay, okay. I think that’s enough now Scott…” your cheeks feel hot against his warm skin.

Scott lets out a low chuckle, feeling your flustered reaction against his neck.

"Awh, you're blushing," he teases, his hands roaming up and down your back. "And here I was just getting started..." He grins, enjoying seeing you flustered by his compliments.

But he acquiesces, not wanting to embarrass you further. He gently pulls your face back, so he can see your expression. You press a kiss against his lips, your eyes falling heavy as exhaustion comes over you in a wave.

Scott returns the kiss, his lips lingering against yours for a moment. He can feel your body growing heavy against his, your exhaustion evident.

He pulls you even closer, your head resting on his chest, his arms wrapping around you. "Let’s sleep, darlin'," he mutters softly, his voice gruff but caring. "I'm not goin' anywhere."

[mktskii]

—Explosive Fixation

part two.

—Synopsis: Bakugou's pride takes a massive hit when he finds himself drawn to someone outside the hero course—the best support course student he’s ever met, and the person who couldn’t care less about him. What starts as begrudging respect (and annoyance) slowly turns into something he can’t ignore. Now, if only his stupid gauntlets would stop breaking long enough for him to figure out how to deal with these frustrating, unfamiliar feelings.

—Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x AFAB + Support Course!Reader.

—Genre: Slow-burn romance, slice-of-life.

—Tags: Enemies-to-lovers, banter, RBF reader, grumpy x grumpier, miscommunication, one-sided crush, support course expertise, Bakugou struggling with feelings, Bakugou crushing on reader so hard, reader is tired of everyone's shit, reader does not take Bakugou serious AT all.

Bakugou finding himself crushing on someone from the support course? The very idea would have Bakugou ready to throw himself into an explosion, especially since you're not even in the hero course. How did this happen? You're just a regular student from the support department, not some flashy hero-in-training. Hell, you don’t even try to impress people! Bakugou's Bakugou—so why, out of all the people, is he suddenly caught up in the fact that he likes you like that?

It all started with his gauntlets, which were, as always, broken after another insane training session. This time, however, Hatsume Mei was busy with a massive backlog of orders. So, when he stormed into the support lab to demand a quick fix, Hatsume just waved him off with a nonchalant “go ask them” and pointed to you, buried under a mountain of tools and gear. You were known in the department, even beyond that. People whispered that you were better than Hatsume herself when it came to making support items, which was already wild because Hatsume was a freakin' genius. But here’s the kicker—you didn’t want the attention. You didn’t care for the praise or even the stress of constant requests for new gear. Okay, fine. Maybe you do a little. And when Bakugou, the most demanding, arrogant student in the entire school, barged into your workspace, his booming voice interrupting your flow, you quite literally did not want to put up with his shit. “Get out.” Your voice was cold, indifferent, and to the point. Bakugou had expected, well, anything else—maybe some stammering or apologies and you dropping everything and fixing his gauntlets like he demanded. But this? Definitely not this complete lack of interest. He was fuming. “Do you know who the hell I am?” he growled.

Your eyes barely flicked up from the blueprint you were studying, annoyance clear in your expression. “Yeah. And I don’t care. Get out of my workspace.”

Needless to say, Bakugou had never been kicked out of anywhere before, and the fact that you banned him from ever asking for your help? Or, more correctly, fixing his stuff? That hit harder than any villain could. When he ranted to Kirishima, expecting him to agree with how crazy you were for doing all that, Kirishima was disappointed in him—actually disappointed for screwing up such a basic request. You? You were the best at what you do, and somehow, Bakugou had managed to ruin his only chance at getting you to fix his gauntlets.

Bakugou, in classic Bakugou fashion, decides to fix his gauntlets himself. He sketched up the mechanics of his gauntlets, so how hard could it be? Turns out, really freaking hard. Not only does he botch the repair, but his malfunctioning gauntlets accidentally explode during class, damaging some of his classmates and earning him the wrath of Aizawa and everyone else. He’s pissed—at himself, at his classmates, and mostly at the fact that he can’t get those damn gauntlets fixed without swallowing his pride and asking you.

The next time he sees you, it’s different. He doesn’t storm into your workspace like last time. He’s gritting his teeth, practically seething, but he still manages to blurt out, “Sorry for bein' an asshole. Fix this… please.” It sounds like the word “please” burns his tongue, but he says it.

You stare at him for a moment, and give him a sharp scoff but take his gauntlets. As you examined them, you muttered curses under your breath about “egotistical hero course jerks” and “time-wasting nonsense.” But, despite your annoyance, you went above and beyond. You reinforced his original design, making it stronger, lighter, and more streamlined for better control. When you handed them back, they didn’t look any different on the outside, but Bakugou could feel the difference the moment he tried them on. They were perfect.

For once, he didn’t have anything to complain about.

That’s when the “crush” began creeping in—though he’d rather die than admit it. Suddenly, he found himself making excuses to come back. His gauntlets were “damaged” again because he never knew just when to stop training. His headphones were “broken” (even though they weren’t). His phone “shattered” for no reason. Every stupid thing he could think of, he brought to you, just to have another interaction.

But the funniest part? You never gave him the satisfaction of a reaction. Your resting bitch face (legendary, by the way) stayed neutral, and your voice remained flat, devoid of excitement. You rolled your eyes, cursed under your breath, and muttered sarcastic comments as you fixed whatever Bakugou brought you. If anyone pissed you off, especially Bakugou, you'd mutter high-pitched imitations of their voice while glaring out of the corner of your eye, making him feel oddly uncertain—like he was the one out of place for once.

He hated it. You were smart. You matched his freakish drive to perfect your craft. And worst of all—you looked too good. Even after explosions from Hatsume’s latest disaster left you covered in soot, your tired, messy look didn’t detract from how attractive you were. It pissed him off.

But here’s the thing—he was still a dick. Despite the fact that he’d come back over and over, pretending his gauntlets needed another fix or inventing some nonsense reason to see you, he would never admit to liking you and, so, he’d go out of his way to piss you off just because, well, he can. So, hell no. He was not falling for some support course student who barely gave him the time of day.

...Right?

That’s what Bakugou kept telling himself, anyway, even as he found himself lingering a bit too long in the lab, watching you work with laser focus, unaware of the chaos happening in his head.

Reblogs and comments are appreciated <3

[citrustan]

Can you please do a rich seokjin x reader wherein he grovels for oc 🙏😭 Like he did not defend oc when his parents were being mean to her and even defended them something like that hahaha I live for angst fics so much ❤️❤️❤️❤️ (Thank you in advance btw! I really really enjoy your fics!)

hii thanks! love it when requests are specific!! please send in more of these :D

'm dividing this into two parts because it's too long for me to call it a drabble

please, please, please [1/2] (ksj)

pairing: seokjin x reader

genre: sugar daddy turned boyfriend!seokjin x middle-class, unemployed!reader ALSO dilf!seokjin. angst, fluff, and barely-there smut (in the next part) yet again because i'm taking tiny baby steps towards the big girl stuff.

warnings: there's an ex-wife, unkind parents, and typical rich people behaviour: take that as you may!

The evening had started on a high note.

The birds were chirping, the breeze was gentle. Yada yada. You centred yourself with your boyfriend's son, Sehun's, giggles, to distract slash calm yourself. At the same time, Seokjin's entire family and friends (and you) gathered under the warm glow of temporary lamps installed specifically for the occasion in his backyard.

Admittedly, it's borderline disrespectful to call it a backyard when it was easily over an acre of lush grassland, adorned with flower fields, and a horse farm. With champagne-equipped golf carts, decorated with wisterias and vines, used to transport the party goers from one place to another, and well-dressed staff to guide everyone. And you kept seeing the fairest doves. You wonder if that was natural or of they were introduced to the area for the party.

You knew your boyfriend slash sugar daddy was rich, but you had no idea just how rich.

As the evening progressed, the mood, specifically yours, began to shift---bit by bit, for the worse. Your once nervous yet lively aura had grown strained.

It was such a shit-show.

Starting with Seokjin's parents who couldn't pretend to be nice for the life of them, or was that intentional? Perhaps to scare you off or something. Because it worked.

They were distant, awkward, and nothing like Seokjin had described them to be. You were under the impression that you'd be meeting your second family, an extension of your own.

Boy, were you mistaken.

You were met with so much... inhospitality and indifference.

It was so bad you had to walk away from your table a few times just to stop your tears from falling and ruining your makeup.

They kept talking about Sehun's mother and Seokjin's perfect ex-wife, as if you weren't sitting right across them. Speaking of their relationship in present tense--- 'Oh, you're so beautiful together.' 'The perfect family.' 'She's the best daughter-in-law anyone could ask for.'

All the while, you're the one with a promise ring on your finger.

Seokjin, obviously, interrupted them everytime. But even he eventually tired himself out too.

Every time you attempted to make conversation with the pair, you were met with blank stares.

You couldn't even escape them because Sehun was off with his caretaker, being his 6 year old self, uncaring of where he is. You had nobody to go to except the man you were already seated next to.

"Seokjin," his mother began, "When you mentioned planning a soirée, I assumed you were getting back with Yewon."

His father added, "Your mother and I were so happy."

Were.

Seokjin exchanged an uneasy look with you.

You expected him to defend you. Maybe just give them a little scolding. Or a simple yet stern 'be normal.'

But instead, he just scoffs and laughs.

That was it.

Shakily sighing, you excused yourself for the seventh time that night to lick your wounds in privacy.

This time, when you didn't return after ten minutes, Seokjin comes looking for you, immediately finding you stood near his favourite Magnolia tree.

You looked like you were in deep thought and a little tipsy. And you were thinking up a storm. How was this going to play out? Would you be made to break up with each other? Would Seokjin leave you?

He paused to your right, "_____, I know this isn't enough but I really am sorry. I had no idea they'd react this way."

Defeated, you whisper, "I don't even know how to act. I mean... it doesn't matter because it's not like they'd even notice."

You add, "And you're right. It's not enough." Angry, you rapidly turn to face him, "You keep letting them treat me like I'm invisible. And they keep talking about Yewon and your, oh, so perfect marriage as if she didn't cheat on you. I mean, you technically cheated on each other later anyway, right?"

Seokjin's expression darkened. He tilted his head in disbelief, "_____. I can't believe you'd bring that up."

"Is that why they don't like me? Because they know I'm your mistress?"

Seokjin's scowl deepens, "Don't talk about yourself like that, _____."

Oh!

Mockingly raising your brow at him, you laugh, "Oh, but it's okay for mommy and daddy to talk about me 'like that'?" You make air quotations at 'like that.'

"Of course, it isn't! But, that's just how they are. They're horrible people, _____." He exasperates, "And I know there's no changing their mind. So do yourself a favour and just... don't bother about what they think or say. It's not important." He's breathing heavy when he finishes.

You painstakingly digest each of his words.

Now, there are two possible meanings of his advice.

Don't worry about mommy and daddy because you and I are the only ones who matter!

OR

Don't worry about mommy and daddy because you're disposable anyway!

But, you're not sober enough to decide yet.

Seokjin caresses your naked, cold, arm with a warm hand. His fingers travel up to your décolletage, grazing against it, then further upwards to gently fix the diamond necklace he bought you on your last birthday.

He then takes his blazer off to drape it over your shivering shoulders.

Seokjin looks at you, carefully choosing his tone to reflect his state of mind: apologetic, "I promise we can leave after Yewon gets here. My parents invited her too. And, she'll be taking Sehun to her place today."

You wait for him to continue because you know there's more.

"We'll greet her. Cordially. Bid goodbye immediately after. And see Sehun once before we head to your place. Is that... Would you be okay with that?"

The fact that Seokjin, as the host, was going to leave his own party for you makes you feel guilty. But you knew you would not be able to deal with Seokjin's relatives any longer.

So you nod once, "Ok."

He links your arms together and walks you back to the main event where they serve the good stuff. Yay for you!

*

"Seokie! You look great. _____, you too! Your hair looks amazing." Yewon grins at you.

"Thank you, Yewon. You look beautiful as well." Seokjin answers for the two of you as you drunkenly smile at her.

(Two) hours had passed since Seokjin promised you you could leave after Yewon arrived. Which meant you had two too many hours to down the seemingly bottomless Champagne flutes.

Yewon observes you with concern and raises a brow at your boyfriend. Seokjin simply nodded in response, with his arm still wrapped around you, supporting your weight.

Not oblivious to the silent conversation going on in front of you, you nuzzle your face directly into his chest.

Yewon is lovely. She's the best ex-wife any girlfriend could've asked for. Respectful, friendly even, and... normal.

Still, you've always been jealous of their relationship.

They still had chemistry, and were great co-parents.

There was nothing stopping Seokjin from going back to her. Well, there's you, but had you not been in his life, you wonder if they'd have gotten back together.

"There you are! Kim Yewon, my favourite daughter." Holding Yewon by her waist, Seokjin's mother feigns anger, "Now, why did it take you so long to get here?"

Was she 12? You hate her. So much. All you want is for Seokjin to make her... stop.

"In all honesty, I overslept." Yewon smiles, embarrassed.

Mrs. Kim sighs dramatically, "Well, you are a doctor. You deserve to rest. You work too hard."

"Ah, yes... Maybe... Why don't we go find Sehun? _____ and Seokjin are leaving soon." Yewon is evidently aware of how his family is reacting to you, and wants to minimize all of her interactions and words exchanged with the Kims.

At that Mrs. Kim looks at her son bewildered, "You're going to leave your own party? That's just rude."

THAT'S rude?

"I'm sorry, mom. We," Seokjin raises your clasped hands up, "have important plans."

"Well... What could be more important than family? You're just going to leave your son and his mother to fend for themselves?"

.

>:(

.

Hm.

Now... what happens in the next few minutes, you blame slash credit the alcohol.

You don't understand why he had to lie because you certainly had no issue with telling the real reason you were leaving.

"That's right, Mrs. Kim, Seokjin chose me. We don't have," you make air quotes when you say this, "important plans, we, my boyfriend and I, we, just want to get as far away from you as possible because you have a chip up your ass and you walk around with a stick on your shoulder."

Seokjin and Yewon froze.

"And Seokjin hates you." You spat. "He hates you so much he planned a gigantic party just so he wouldn't have to spend more than a few minutes with you at once."

You want to stop but your mouth works faster than your brain.

"Seokjin hates you so much he always needs other people around you to cut the tension."

At this point you were word vomiting.

"He hates you so much he keeps himself busy with work. And when he's not at work, he's with me. And my family," - "_____, stop talking," Seokjin sternly scolds.

But you don't hear him, "- because he loves me. And Sehun, and he loves my mother because she isn't a narcissistic bitch who treats her son like-" You stop.

Seokjin squeezes your hand as if he were begging you to shut the fuck up as Mrs. Kim stares at you in contempt; her face red, nose flared, jaw, and fists clenched.

But you don't budge, "His marriage is over. Understand that. It's like you don't even care about what he's been through."

"_____, please."

Seokjin's request has fallen to deaf ears once again.

You continue, "All you do is criticize his choices and decisions. You don't even care that Yewon cheated on your son because you're just as up her ass as you are up your own."

At that, Seokjin instantly drags you away from the two women. Both Mrs. Kims.

He takes you back to the tree.

You half expect him to make out with you because he looked... somewhat worked up.

The pins in your hair are starting to feel a little too tight and you feel sweaty even though it's freezing.

"What the fuck is the matter with you?"

You drunkenly stare at him, eyes widened in genuine confusion. You place a hand on your chest, "Me?"

"You had no right to cause a scene like that. I told you we were leaving. I was handling it."

But he was, in fact, not handling it. You helped him!

Seokjin needed someone to back him up. If he couldn't stand up for himself, you didn't expect him to stand up for you.

You owlishly blink up at him.

"_____, this isn't high school. You're not a child. You can't go around yelling at adults about how mean they are."

"I was just trying to hel-"

"This isn't a movie, _____. This is real life. My life. And Yewon's. My mother didn't know the real reason we broke up. And you had no right to tell her."

Now, that's news to you. And what the hell? Do you even exist in this picture?

"Well, obviously, I didn't fucking know that. And, thanks a lot. Now I know just how much I mean to you." You begin pulling your hair pins out as you turn to leave his premises.

"_____." Seokjin gently grabs your wrist, "We're not done here."

You rip yourself away from his grip, "I think we are! Obviously, you have no space for me in your life. And Yewon's!" Your lips quiver contrasting the accusatory words that just slipped through your tongue.

He rolls his eyes, "_____, that's not what I meant. You know that's not what I was saying."

You resembled an angry kitten with your hair a little wild from pulling all those clips out, and eyes red and puffy as if you'd start tearing up any time now.

"I don't want to be your fuckdoll anymore! I'm done!" With a shaky yet final sigh, you turn back around, lift your gown so you don't trip, and storm off.

While you didn't want him to stop you because you were in no mood to fight a grown man, you were more upset that he just let you walk away from him.

You didn't want to end your relationship like this. Although you know this isn't permanent, you can't help but wonder if he'd even try with you anymore.

note: so tumblr ate up part of this story and the other note i had added, so this is me rewriting it. i can't make asks private so here we are. i'm upset my writing didn't get saved. i don't know if this version is better or worse.

either way, please tell me what you think.

[inchidentally]

replying to asks abt the Drama today so pls skip if you're fully over that salfgjlagf (and bl 'tricky asks' to not see me respond to stuff like this - but I always put under a cut as well!)

oh my god this is a whole epic jfc and I'm p sure I repeat myself a lot I'm sorry <3

and for anyone who sees the walls of text below and is like pls tl;dr it for me bitch: today is one of multiple examples proving that Lando and Oscar are exceptionally able to maintain perspective and genuine consideration of each other given their situations and their ages. and that while they, like all teammates, will have ups and downs that they are FAR from the kinds of teammates to ever let the bad times linger or fester. I'm not going to be participating in flipping out or overreacting to it when it does inevitably happen but that it hasn’t even happened today! so I just don’t see a point in projecting the rare examples of melodramatic teammates onto Lando and Oscar as teammates. esp today when they both could quite easily have sniped at each other a bit even indirectly and yet they didn't! Lando at the team? absolutely! but like for anyone feeling sad or upset in terms of the landoscar of it all, I'm genuinely baffled ?? bc I'm personally out here impressed yet again at how well they've handled this ?? so yea <3

just to say, if you're someone who truly loves the Epic Highs and Lows of Formula One then good on you and continue having fun! some people live for The Drama and obv I'm not addressing or criticizing that at all!

but since I'm out here being regularly openly insane about landoscar and I've gotten these asks and seen people feeling upset, I def feel like it’s fair that I bring reality and reason into my posts as well being stupid akfgsalfg

so I've grown up with F1 passively in the background of my life (as in on the main TV in my house) and I'm still mostly a fake, but I've picked up some things over the years and one of them is that the average set of teammates aren't the melodrama ones. most teammates who enjoy genuine competitive closeness on the track just tick each other off sometimes but mostly like each other and hang out a bit - overall the average dynamic ranges from mildly indifferent to good buddies. 

(brocedes and sebmark are outliers for a reason. and they did NOT just turn bad overnight. that toxic soup was brewing from the very start. but more about that later in this gigantic ass essay)

so once I realized last season that Lando and Oscar genuinely like each other and weren't gonna pop off over everything, my assumption has always been that they would have their tiffs and snipe to the press or avoid each other for periods but then get over it and go back to liking each other again - rinse and repeat! from a driver’s pov it's way more enjoyable and preferable to NOT be fighting w the guy you spend so much time and share a car with.

but !! that didn't happen and hasn't happened! with Lando and Oscar it very quickly went beyond just passively okay w each other - they've made active choices to show respect and fairness and consideration that for me has truly been exceptional.

and while I'm insane about them for narratives and rpf, the not insane part is how these two fit together so beautifully? like, Lando knows and says how his feelings and his brain can just take over sometimes and he struggles - that includes his feelings of anger and resentment. Oscar's primary trait is being calm and being able to be circumspect even under stress. Lando's actually said that he's learned from Oscar remaining calm. then you've got Oscar's 'hearteyes' and genuine admiration of Lando that shows up not in loud PR ways* but in quiet respect and standing back for Lando to shine and giving Lando his full dues. over time, Lando's come to 'hearteyes' right back bc of the respect and ngl genuine affection he feels for Oscar's fairness and respectfulness and his persistence in showing up and being happy for Lando no matter what. like, none of that requires embellishment and it's said by pretty much everyone including each other!

so to me, that means that when they do inevitably have 'moments' at the front of the pack together in future they'll ofc be grumpy w each other or resentful but it'll all be okay once they've cooled off. 

but !! that was not today !! my entire day of reblogging is just a nonstop bam bam bam of them looking out for each other in the face of this drama and taking care to not feed the media who have been dying for them to hate each other since day one. Oscar apologizing and if anything being less celebratory today than he was in Monaco for his second place. keeping the post race short and simple** and not going over the top celebrating after the team photo. Lando repeating in his post races that Oscar deserved the win and that he didn't want the issues with team orders to overshadow that and literally reaching out to Oscar to say 'we're okay' right out of the car <3

so yea in the years they are teammates they will definitely have their off days and probably that'll happen at certain points this season - but genuinely ! it should not be taken for granted how mature and considerate and kind they've remained w each other since basically Austria last year ! that counts for a hell of a lot in terms of not assuming they're "over" every time team strategy screws one or both of them, or that they will become different people and suddenly cultivate melodrama.

and sure, anything can happen etc etc but I don’t see a point in just aimlessly waiting for the absolute worst to happen unless you actively want them to hate each other which seems like a huge waste of time but to each their own ldgfjlagfljsfg

guys… things like "why didn't he spray Oscar with champagne first" and "they had a moment where they weren't smiling" or "the cool down room was awkward" "Oscar didn't thank Lando like Lando did in Miami" “Oscar hasn’t liked such and such on instagram” is not only pointless self-torturing it's also all pretty easy to debunk by someone like me who follows a lot of teams and drivers and sees a ton of different sides to these things every weekend:

- as for the comment likes, Oscar hasn't liked everyone's comments that he should have - I did a quick pass and the standouts are he still hasn’t liked the comment from opeightyone (his own brand company!), still hadn't liked the Australian GP comment last time I checked, or Kym Ilman, literally a fellow Aussie who he talks to at every single race and who left a heartfelt comment. we need to give this poor guy a break and not ignore how much he was laughing and smiling with Lando just bc he’s struggling with the alerts on his phone !! (and as always, we have absolutely no way of knowing anymore when we can say how much the driver is doing vs what their sm team is doing. I saw in a story the other day that Lily had stopped doing her usual emoji replies to his posts for a while (she started up again after quali this weekend) and clearly there's been no issues between them so it's safe to say Oscar's sm officially isn't the true measure of his current relationships!)

- Lando and Oscar were already joking and smiling together before the champagne! so why would Lando then get mad and show it by not spraying him first? (EDIT: as an anon pointed out, when Lando runs over to the McLaren team member Oscar is laughing and follows him! so the plan was to drown the poor guy all along lol.) Lando and Lewis have a special bond from long before Oscar and Lewis and McLaren have had a bond even longer. if I hadn't seen ppl be upset about this I wouldn't have thought twice about Lando running to Lewis after having spend the first half the podium chatting to Oscar!

and just a quick side note, Lando had NO problem showing how mad he was before Oscar came into the cool down room when he threw down that hat and got huffy with Lewis when all Lewis did was say how fast the McLaren is! but every time Lando interacted with Oscar, he made sure to keep it together and be happy for him bc as he strenuously made clear in his interviews, his upset was at the team's directions but he didn't want it overshadowing Oscar's well-earned win. so if anything, view Lando rushing over to Lewis as an apology for somewhat biting his head off over a compliment lfgjflgsalf

- the drivers are exhausted and their default mode after a race is to be not smiling, like not even Lando smiled the entire time following his win. add to today that Lando hasn't been happy with second place for a long time and Oscar isn't an effusive guy and it's weird to think they'd be laughing and smiling nonstop.

- cool down rooms are literally always awkward ?? the drivers hate that there are cameras and conversation is always stilted. it’s where they go to … y'know, cool down, not get hyped lol

- Lando thanked Oscar in Miami bc Oscar showed what the car could do w his overtakes, guys. it was VERY sweet but it wasn't like 'thank you for my life Oscar' or even 'thank you for my win'. but even apart from that, Lando has fully taken on the rightful 'I'm the more established F1 star and the face of McLaren and it's my job to let the new guy know when he's done well' even back before he and Oscar had much of a relationship. but… and I’m about to spin off on this topic now… Lando does very well with this sometimes yes, but remember that the majority of his own feeds are also solely focused on himself like Oscar's and like most driver's are! and that he and Oscar both forget to like McLaren's content most of the time!

but also like……….

please let us please remember Oscar has the same rights to putting himself first as every other driver !! he may be remarkably mature and respectful to Lando and McLaren and exceptionally able to get over being set aside or even screwed over, but he's not a worm!

as far as questioning if him not 'thanking' Lando somehow negates his literally non-stop hearteyes-so-blatant-that-casuals-comment-on-it that he has for Lando every single week... guys.. Lily. like I'm positive he'll make a special post or story with her soon but he only said a quick "hi" to Lily after Ted brought her up and then did a generic thank you to everyone LIKE ?? the guy isn't even effusive about his beloved long time gf !! his love language is not in words* !!

but I also feel the need to bring smth up here bc there is a definite lean happening in some quarters of fandom into fully expecting and taking for granted Oscar's patience and maturity and ability to be happy for Lando no matter how much he's hurting or upset for himself. and I've got to raise everyone who says that the fact that Oscar is allowed to be like every other driver including Lando! he is allowed to feel frustrated or not be a perfect saint! in the earlier part of last year, Lando openly said he was uncomfortable being 'the older guy' and he frequently left Oscar in the lurch not knowing where to go or ignored Oscar to talk to or about his previous teammates. when Oscar hadn't been told the correct time for that major meeting shown in DTS, Lando was not hiding feeling fairly smug after Oscar said "is Lando already here?" and in Australia this year, Lando fully forgot to have anything to do with Oscar in what was literally Oscar’s home town and home country race to the point ! that in the podium drivers conference when a reporter brought up if Oscar was bummed about missing out on a podium, Lando stiffly said that he guessed anyone would want a podium on their home race - but he was far from sympathetic!

now before anyone thinks this is me having a go at Lando, I am not. I'm literally reminding the people who are reading too much into Oscar not saying thank you specifically to Lando in what was a much shorter and less exuberant overall race win celebration and post race video than Lando’s win was: it is not a big deal !! it is not some huge thing that Lando would even notice and that Lando has frequently chosen to not include or show gratitude to Oscar at times when we expected him to and !! it's fine because it really is fine !! 

but when Oscar is seen to not cover every single base of gratitude and inclusion for Lando, for some fans it's A Problem or A Worry. and for some people, a broader thank you to the team and not specifically to Lando** is reason why Lando should despise Oscar forever and even consider leaving McLaren like the comments sections are insaaaane bro

these are two Normal Guys who are each living their Own Careers and while it's wonderful to enjoy the things that bond them and are special about them, they are still going to be Normal! and they will not view these tiny insignificant moments where they didn’t fully acknowledge the other with any magnitude at all! they are not expecting a level of devotion to each other that certain fans are! Oscar didn’t notice or care that Lando didn’t make anything special out of his home race and their pre-race fan stage was funny and sweet! Lando didn’t notice or even assume that Oscar should thank him specifically for team orders when Lando himself didn’t thank Oscar for team orders!

like I just cannot emphasize enough the importance of separating fun rpf narratives from reality. Lando tried to mess up Carlos’ parking job before the race as a joke to get back at him over the sign the day before - and then Carlos very firmly said that Lando absolutely should have given Oscar his place back and he even commented on one of Oscar’s posts despite not following him. this does not mean Carlos and Lando are beefing or that Carlos is being mean by going out of his way for Oscar! will I run with that single comment for carcar fodder absolutely - but that is fiction! nobody's mad at anybody!

and then there's the things that don't exist in Formula 1: "Oscar shouldn't have accepted the orders" "McLaren are out to get Lando" "Lando already gets too much hate"

- Oscar apologized for his pace and complications and he gave a very subdued little speech over the radio which was very big of him (and very wrong of McLaren to put him in that position) but if someone thinks any driver including Lando would even slightly imply "nah give the win to my teammate not me" then they’re categorically living on another plane of stan-ism that I can't comprehend. Lando literally said multiple times after this race how he has been the one to benefit from strategy working in his favor - both by McLaren and other teams. he's many many times made a cheeky face or made a joke when he's gotten away with something that fans of a rival driver or team were rightfully furious about. and if a person thinks it was mean when some ppl criticized the role that serendipity played in Miami then maybe that same person shouldn't start biting chunks out of Oscar about the same thing idk !!

Lando repeatedly said how much Oscar has done for him and if his Oscar-hating stans choose to think he's wrong or lying then idk !! he's being mature and fair so like, live n learn from your idol !

and can I just echo everyone saying 'please stop comparing this to brocedes or sebmark' or honestly even charlos? I'm doing bullet lists apparently so I'll do another one lafgljsafgsa

- brocedes is entirely due to their complicated and abnormally intimate lifelong history together leading up to F1. they were already Not Normal Friends and that made for the tinderbox that was their F1 careers together. literally they were destined to have to rupture that level of intimacy if they weren't going to just like get married to each other. they always needed to turn that relationship into something milder and less intense and it would always have exploded no matter what adult lives they had. F1 just made the explosion more violent and public. there’s truly no comparing them with anyone else.

- Oscar bears no resemblance to Mark and Lando bears no resemblance to Seb. Seb as he was in his heyday was... not shy or bashful about being a madman. sebmark never once looked like landoscar and it wasn't this huge revelation that that relationship would end up where it did !!

- Charles and Carlos have a negligible career/experience gap compared to Lando and Oscar and their temperaments are as much primed for friction as Lando and Oscar's are complimentary to each other. not to like 'they're so continental!' charlos but like, their already passionate natures got thrown into a rolling boil of Italian heritage racing and it's why the whole love/hate being sides of the same coin thing always happens with them. their families are even houses alike in dignity etc etc. it's Pure Drama and Intensity and always has been, both good and bad. they’re as terrible at using PR to smooth things over as landoscar are at not even bothering with PR. when Charles and Carlos are good together they’re passionately all over each other and when they’re mad at each other it’s messy and all over the press like a warring celebrity couple. Lando and Oscar are still delicately pawing at their relationship to know what it is and they still shyly touch as if seeking permission. Lando and Oscar are so not PR friendly that even Netflix gave up on them as a narrative entirely. Charles and Carlos are Shakespeare. Lando and Oscar are Jane Austen. Ferrari is the Capulet/Montague pride before the fall. McLaren is Mrs. Bennett trying to social climb using her daughters as bait.

as someone who follows blogs for multiple diff teams and drivers, trust me I see a lot of "my opinion of him is gone forever after this!!!" about something their own fave driver did even just a few races ago and absolutely will do again. same with "the team is destroying him and favoring his teammate!" like I straight up will see that said by each teammate's fanbase of the same team about the same race. this happens at different times throughout the season in every single team I follow - it even happened w Williams of all teams (tho so far that's just the once).

I'm a fake so obv I'm not going to weigh in myself but my cousins and their friends who watch F1 on the app at my house - and who aren't represented ethnically by any driver or team so they don't have bias - always have a much more calm and nuanced take. they assume every driver is out for themselves and by that very fact alone, teams have to take sides when the gap closes. and !! that millionaires doing an elite sport aren't experiencing mental distress over this sport the way common people experience distress over real life !! they go and bury their "woes" in extravagant luxury and an entire army of hugely biased family, supporters and fanbases all of whom think said driver deserves everything.

and that it takes truly heinous betrayal or outright evil to make these guys hate each other with any serious level of depth bc they all know they're The Selfish Asshole just as easily as the other guy. 

so I personally trust their takes on things and it's probably why I've always assumed Lando and Oscar would be Normal and have their little tiffs like everyone else does. bc it's rule one of making it to this level of the sport that you have to think selfishly. straight up I'm astounded at how quickly they've both been able to shake that 'visors down' mentality that Andrea referenced in the post race video and see the bigger picture and not be The Asshole to each other. 

and overall I don’t mind my dash being a warzone of wild accusations immediately after a race bc everyone usually calms down.

but there are certain things I just do not want on my dash and it's actually not related to what driver a person hates or not....

because while it's silly to see any of these privileged little princes as A Victim and Would Never Do That To Their Teammate (which would honestly get you laughed at by said driver) it's pretty common biased fan behavior. even tho Lando literally kept reminding people that Oscar's swallowed his own pride over things for Lando's benefit many times and that he (Lando) has been on the receiving end of podiums that came from strategies working in his favor (McLaren’s and that of other teams).

and like the idea that Oscar is now some heinous human being bc he's behaving like every other driver including Lando by Lando's own admission is hysterical. the idea that F1 teams are ever in any way benevolent kindly forces or that F1 drivers have anything akin to 'selflessness' over race wins is hysterical.

but where I draw a line is stanning for men in this sport so hard to the point of insane amounts of agonized doomposting and biased venomous rage. sorry but most of us don't want our precious time wasted agonizing over which self-confessed selfish millionaire in a sport founded on and maintained by pure elitism is feeling So Bad and So Sad! that he runs off to be comforted by a beautiful woman/women and adoring family and coddling hangers-on and legions of worshiping, wholly biased fans and millions of dollars on gigantic yachts because the absurdly unnecessary sport he gets to do isn't "looking after him well enough" or "prioritizing his happiness" !!!!?????? 

like fuck I'm a callous bitch ig but I'm not feeling an ounce of genuine upset whenever one of these men experiences a level of "my sport makes me sad". "oh but it's all they've known !! it's all relative !! money and privilege don’t equal happiness and privileged men suffer too !!" oh stfu no it doesn't and no they're not like stockholm syndrom victims and if they're so unhappy then they can put on their big boy boots and take their money and go fucking do something else holy SHITTTTT 

am I not here for allowing any portion of my human empathy to go to a fuuucCKING F1 driver jeeeeeeesusss. all of these men fully have the potential to get metoo’d or exposed about smth bc they're all capable of doing awful things by the time they're in F2 -male pro athletes are NOT objectively safe spaces to hang human morality or to assign automatic grace and good intent - let alone bleed pain or feel sadness for their race results or issues with their teams.

there is no acceptable moral relativity for me and these men and this sport are only of interest to me as a hyperfixation that gives me enjoyment in the form of narratives and a very specific, surface degree of enjoyment.

it’s fine if Lando or Oscar feel their feelings of frustration or anger etc but no way in hell am I going to feel remotely sad for them ??? they’re fine ?? there are genuinely sad things in my life and in the world and millionaires wanting trophies and points isn’t among them !! I’m not entwining my day-to-day happiness in any way with what they get up to and I’ll take what I can enjoy from them and ignore everything else.

and to wrap up this epic which I’m only indulging in bc I do feel like my blog sometimes seems like I’m pushing my own silly narratives on others and genuinely I’m not intending to - most of the reason I actually got drawn to landoscar and wanted to engage in fandom about them is precisely because their real life non-rpf dynamic is so unusually mature and considerate and not toxic or like, at all even overtly masculine. yea I originally got drawn into f1blr for the usual bromance rpf types like carland0 and dand0 etc but I didn’t rly care enough to engage in any way. 

but I think this is why I know that the ppl wanting Lando and Oscar to become this insane toxic mess are going to keep raging with disappointment - kind of like how I knew Lando and Max would be perfect again after just a few days while so many ppl hoped it was the start of some battle royale to last years that would end their close friendship. and why I knew Logan and Alex would end up with a genuine, heartfelt friendship when so many ppl assumed Alex would see Logan as one foot out the door and just wait to bond with a more worthy teammate. now we’ve got Alex saying how he and Lily casually talk about Logan for no reason at all and their friendship surviving Alex being given Logan’s car <3

I genuinely don’t bullshit myself into enjoying dynamics unless they feel real - so whatever friction I ever sense between Lando and Oscar as a result of them pushing each other to be the best they can be and helping to bring McLaren from the back of the field to WCC contender, isn’t at odds with them being gentle and unusually private and earnestly aware of each other. bromances were always Lando’s PR insurance with his other two teammates - a nice bandaid to cover moments where cracks showed or Lando didn’t hide his emotions enough. it’s something a lot of teammates use for the same purpose. but Lando and Oscar deciding to forgo that and have their little privacy door to shut out everyone else but each other from their drivers rooms, and how they will be doing interviews and then get distracted talking to each other over things that only interest them, and traveling and hanging out together without giving McLaren PR any material to use… like that’s a lovely, tender little unpretentious narrative to enjoy. watching them tiptoe so cautiously around an almighty cockup on McLaren’s pitwall side and Lando trying to pull himself up out of murky defeat for Oscar and Oscar deciding to celebrate so modestly because what a mess that ending was for them both. 

like I just don’t see a need for trying to invent ways to be unhappy or miserable or fabricate a doomed anything when they’re both still so sweet <3 <3 (and honestly it’s the same old tune of McLaren’s strategy needing a swift smack around the head)

tysm babe and I hope this one helped as well <3<3

[gravitytrips]

Hello! I come here with request:

Headcanons [with all or your choose ones] mercs reacting to Readers rage. Okey like picture this: Reader is so furious with the BLU Team that they rush and kills like half of them, then looks at the mercs and goes: "What are YOU looking at?!"

Platonic or romantic. Whatever is comfortable with you :]

-💀🌌

ohhhh!!!! Thank you for the ask!!!

Medic:

Both enthralled and a bit worried at the outburst

he will never admit that he considers himself lucky for not being subjected to such rage all the times he has irritated you

is 100% going to use you as a secret weapon form now on

insanely happy that there is someone as bonkers as him on the team

Scout:

scared

visibly wilted under your glare and nearly whimpered when you yelled (it was embarrassing. For him.)

Will avoid you for a long time as to not annoy you and end up getting his butt whooped

might even bring you things like a dog who tore up a plant brings socks and leaves to their owner as reconciliation

baseline he’s scared of you now

Demoman:

Was drunk as all hell when it happened but sobered up immediately

“Uh, lass/lad….? Y’alright there…?”

if you snap at him, it will hurt his feelings, and he will not talk to you again for a while

is afraid to take you bar hopping because he doesn’t want you to blow up on some civilians when intoxicated

is extremely good at calming you down

you will soon forget whatever pissed you off

Sniper:

stood by and watched, snickered a bit at some of the more gruesome deaths

that mood was immediately lost under your glare

he tried to calm you down, but isn’t very good at it, so you just storm off

he feels bad about it for a while

will bring you things like Scout, but more akin to a boyfriend bringing his girl stuff when she’s on her period

Will let you stay in his van to cool down if the base is too loud for you

Engineer:

straight up backs away when you hit him with that glare

Tried to calm you the way one would calm a raging animal

would most likely just pull up a seat and softly play the guitar until you calm down enough to chat

Will let you look at gunslinger and tell you about it to take your mind off of whatever enraged you

is secretly very impressed

Pyro:

brother did not see a thing

Will literally act the same as always, if not thinking you’re a little cooler now

Heavy:

will be a bit worried at your rage

older brother instincts engage

will flinch at the glare, but will stand his ground

being the immovable wall that he is, even if you turn your anger on him, he will let you take out your frustrations until you’re calm enough for him to comfort you properly

WILL HOLD YOU

Knows that whatever made you mad surely justified the beating you gave the BLUs, but will not let to find out

Is proud that you can hold your own

Spy:

looks indifferent to the untrained eye, but it’s clear that he’s very proud of you

“You have done well, fleur.” (Yes that’s what I’m choosing to have him call you)

may gift you with something like a classy knife or a nice dress/tux

Is very interested with you now

may even offer you a favor in exchange for being allowed to sue that rage for a favor of his own (your choice on what that favor is ig)

will overall be less of an ass to you

Soldier:

Soldier is nothing if not proud

“YOU LAID OUT THOSE HIPPIES SON!”

will also bring you things, like a stray cat bringing a dead mouse to a person. His gifts are just as gross and/or brutal

Will give you a metal

may or may not have been a little scared when you yelled

cooks you “food” as a reward

[initiala]

Gonna yap about Wicked under the cut so, spoilers

Yes, I did see it with my mom but she doesn’t appreciate the fandom nitpicking I do, even if it’s a loving nitpick, so I can’t yell about this irl

So I’ve been saying this everywhere but I *love* that Ari was let off her leash and got to be the absolute theater kid menace she’s been since she was a child. Jon Chu deserves an Oscar for this movie in general, but especially for telling her “yeah go ahead and do whatever you want”. She was chewing that scenery like no tomorrow.

Iiiiiii wanna swiiiiiiiiing from the chandelierrrrrrrrrrr

Like honestly. And what makes it better is that yeah, this looks like vapid and shallow Galinda who doesn’t Get It, but she absolutely does. I know Glinda has been generally intelligent, if a bit sweet and naive, in other productions, but this was cunning and calculated. In so many of her close-ups, you see her eyes darting around and sizing up the situation and seeing what she needs to do in order to be at the center of the room. You get the verbal confirmations of this when she says, in disbelief and a bit impressed, that for the first time someone told her no. She’s an expert manipulator to get what she wants, and that’s part of what draws her to Elfie—Elfie doesn’t give a shit and doesn’t let her. It’s infuriating at first but then that’s what ultimately breaks the barrier between them—both of these girls care so deeply what everyone else thinks about them but handle it in such different ways. Elfie puts on her mask of indifference, Galinda does everything she can to make everyone think well of her no matter what.

Meanwhile Fieyro is intrigued by Elfie for the same reason—she’s also the first person to ever turn him down, but instead of loathing he’s like “well well well, how interesting”. She’s the first person to see exactly who he is, who he can’t hide from.

Cynthia does SUCH a good job of being stoic Elphaba, small smiles or micro expressions in her eyes to tell us what she’s really thinking. The only time she really breaks is to Nessa, but even with Nessa she can’t really be herself. I wish we got a little more time between “Popular” and “One Short Day” to actually let Elphaba and Galinda develop more as friends (the only real indication that time has passed is Elphaba’s braids are longer). Are we gonna get the wheat field scene where Galinda puts her head on Elfie’s shoulder in Part 2? Or was that just intended as a “well, other stuff happened” too.

But the CHOICES made with Cynthia!!! She had me with the first note of “The Wizard and I”. The RAINBOW SUNCATCHER CHANGING HER SKIN TONE!!!! The way she joyously ran through the fields and practically screamed her desires out towards the desert—perfection

Jumping around, I’m also so glad they had the girls marching up the staircase during the first part of “Defying Gravity” (we will hold space for the lyrics), because it’s absolutely a “walk and talk” kind of song and I needed that visual more than I care to admit. There’s some songs where you’re like “oh yeah if this wasn’t on a stage (or if they had the rotating stage like in Hamilton) they’d be walking to get to the big Belting Chorus Area”

I’m extremely curious how this interpretation will go during Part 2 in regards to Glinda’s magic. We know in the 1939 movie, yeah she makes the bubble and creates the snow and moves the slippers to Dorothy’s feet. But here we haven’t seen her make magic, and it’s kinda clearly implied the bubble transport is something created by the Wizard. Is she going to be able to develop rudimentary skills or is it going to be entirely smoke and mirror?

Look, I know Jeff Goldblum was a good choice for the Wizard. He is. He has his lil charming song with “Sentimental Man” and that’s all he needs, but he is also so extremely obviously Elphaba’s father in the beginning. They’re not just dropping foreshadowing, they’re waving big flags and holding a parade. You can’t un-Jeff Goldblum Jeff Goldblum, no matter how well you hide his face!! This is not the surprise we get at the end 😂

Jonathan Bailey. That’s it.

I wanna know more about Galinda’s toadies—did they know her from Upper Upland? She doesn’t seem to be a returning student, so how does everyone seem to know her ahead of time? I don’t remember how that went in the books, and they’re movie inventions.

OH SPEAKING OF THE BOOKS DANGIT okay so at the beginning. We pan out from the castle and see someone riding away fast on the bridge??? Dorothy’s group is already ahead on the yellow brick road. So who’s fleeing the castle on the bridge? My only thought so far has been Lir, but I have absolutely no idea exactly how much more they’ll be borrowing from the books to expand. If it follows the musical ending Elfie and Fieryo will run away together anyway.

[februarytodeath]

no thoughts only the music freaks spider-man au

yes it's jander

more abt the au under the cut :3

ok so :3

jake is spider-man! he’s been spider-man for,, a few months prior to tmf canon? (no special names or anything . he’s literally just spider-man. i call him spider-jake occasionally)

zander doesn’t take any specific love interest role from spidey canon because fuck canon (miguel hates this dimension) (mainly saying this part because i know Nothing about spider-man other than stuff in the spider-verse films sorry i know i’m one of those people)

jake is crushing BIG TIME on zander and he tries to impress him both as jake and spider-man. unfortunately zan is indifferent to the latter (and he doesn’t know his identity) so whenever spider-jake notices that zan’s in the crowd he tries to pull a lot more stunts to make him like spider-man HAHAGSHJDSHJ

(zan Does like jake though! he thinks it’s a little weird that jake keeps talking about spider-man but like. zan will still listen. because it’s jake :3c)

the spider-jake storyline was originally gonna be after or completely separate from tmf canon but i figured it has potential when combined with the canon conflict leading up to the finale :3

well the au follows tmf canon minus the lander storyline oops. (but like.. janduke is also a possibility… so…..)

speaking of the storyline! i have no storyline. /j i do have?? some ideas??

i don’t know the specific circumstances for any of this but generally:

tmf canon (jake joining the club, getting kicked out… yeah he already has a lot to manage on top of being spider-man.. i’m so sorry jake ilysm)

some time around whatever’s supposed to happen in the last part of the finale, there’s trouble in rosemeadow and zan gets roped into it somehow (bonus: it’s because of spider-jake)

and spider-jake saves him from said trouble!!! zan gets to really see and hear spider-man (jake slips up a little, forgetting to lower his voice and almost calling zan by name)

they get a bit of time to breathe after the rescue where spider-man gets all emotional and apologizes ,,, in such a heartfelt way ,,,, (but he masks the apology as being for getting zan into all this trouble)

zan’s a little (read: EXTREMELY) confused by this but oh no! there’s still trouble! and spider-man swings away

spider-man saves the day once again, yk, just spidey things

zander manages to catch spider-man to say thanks :,] (jake almost slips up again but overall it’s a weirdly sweet moment)

that night zander thinks about what happened and he realizes—oh shit that’s jake

something something eventual jake redemption and jander getting together yippee happy pride month ?!

[tremblingmuse]

I'm obsessed with everything you do, just so you know

Could you write the prompt “Do not call me babe.” “Okay, honey.” with literally any of Milos characters? Writers choice

Thank you!!

PLS ILY

“Okay, Honey.”

Nico Alexander x reader

Y/n was a volunteer at her local hospital. She’d do things like check vitals and bring food or clothes for the patients. Pretty minor stuff but she liked interacting with everyone.

Well, mostly everyone.

Then there was Nico. She’d come in to check on him and would get annoyed immediately.

Nico was a giant flirt and just loved bothering her. She knew he did this cause he was bored. Didn’t stop her from avoiding him when possible.

Sometimes it wasn’t possible, like when his doctor ordered extra checks to his heart rate.

She walked into his room after a quick knock. “Hey, Nico. Here to check your heart rate.” She grumbled.

They were around the same age. You’d think they get along.

“You look happy to see me.” He observed, sarcastically.

“I’m indifferent, actually.” She quipped, walking over to the side of him and holding out her hand. “Arm, please.”

He smirked and did as he was told. “Of course, babe.”

She always tried to keep it professional, and not be too casual with any patients. Especially him. At first she would get a little flustered when he made these comments. Now she ignored them.

“Do not call me babe.” She told him, holding a finger on his wrist.

Of course he wasn’t done bothering her.

“Okay, honey.”

She sighed.

She hadn’t had the best day. One of her favorite patients, a young girl was going in for a dangerous surgery. She was worried.

Usually y/n would give a snarky comment back but she was quiet. Nico noticed, of course he did.

“Hey, sorry. It was a joke.” He apologized.

She looked at him for the first time since she entered.

“It’s not that, I’m used to your antics by now.” She reached for the clipboard and recorded his BPM.

He was a little worried. His favorite volunteer was under the weather.

“Well, what is it? You seem upset.” He sat up further. Turning his listening ears on.

She didn’t want to bother him, and frankly it wasn’t any of his business. But she shouldn’t ice him out just cause he cares.

“Another patients going in for surgery. I guess I’m worried.” She admitted vaguely.

He was under the impression that she didn’t really care about anyone. She always seemed so cold. He saw through her for a moment.

“I’m sure it’ll be fine. It’s a good hospital.” He assured her.

“I know, sometimes I can’t help it.”

She cleared her throat and got ready to leave.

“You ever worry about me?” He smirked.

She scoffed and turned to him. She was going to lie and say no. But she looked at him, and couldn’t find a way to bullshit her way around it.

“Of course.” She admitted, still sporting a neutral monotoned voice.

He beamed. “Awwwwww, you really do care.” He gushed.

She rolled her eyes.

“If I didn’t care, I wouldn’t be there. You think I volunteer and a hospital for fun?”

Nico tried not to think about her too much. Because when he did he always wished she was there. He never gave too much thought as to why she volunteered in the first place.

“Well, why? Why do you do this?” He asked.

She paused. Feeling out of her comfort zone. She tried not to share too much personal information. However, Nico seemed to care. That was enough.

“Well, I was in and out of this hospital for a while. I shouldn’t have made it but I did. I wanted to take some heat off the staff, I know how hard they work.”

She realized that left more questions.

“I got hit by a car, there was a chance I’d never walk again. Thanks to this place I’m alive. I’m thankful.” She nodded awkwardly.

Now he saw more of her. Her selflessness, her pain. Now he only liked her more.

“That’s really cool.” He grinned.

She never told anyone that. She didn’t think it was important. You don’t need a sad backstory to do a good thing, she just had one.

“Well, I should go. My my ration is over in…” she checked her watch. “10 minutes ago.” She smiled.

“Hey.” He called before she left.

She turned to him again. Wondering what he needed now.

“Yeah?”

“Do you want to maybe, hang out. Like off the clock? If you’re not busy.” He cleared his throat.

She squinted. Puzzled as to the change in his demeanor. Now he seemed, almost shy.

“Uh, yeah. I’m free after this, actually.” She shifted her weight between her feet.

“Cool, I’ll see you.” He shot a pair of finger guns her way. He immediately cursed himself.

“See you.”

[sniper-the-silly]

hello! i found your mgs oc kira very interesting, can you tell me more about them? (If you're ok with it ofc)

AHHH SURE!!! I don't have all of her lore figured out I'm still changing some things but uhhh i have a doc :p

1972 – Kira is born into the Valentine family two years after Evan Valentine (Machete Jackal) is born. Her family consisted of herself, Red, Gem, Evan, Hunter (whereabouts unknown by Gem).

1974 – Peace Walker incident occurred; Kira, Evan, and Gem were transported to a peninsula away from Mother Base for safety reasons. Kira and Evan played no part in Peace Walker Incident. (Kaz did in fact favor her though which annoyed Red bc beef)

1975 – GZ incident. Kira, Evan, Red, and Gem are all split up. Kira and Evan are kidnapped by XOF. Evan is sold off to soviet soldiers; Kira is kept for parasite experimentation (the splotches shit Quiet has).

1983 – Kira escapes from XOF, runs off to Afghanistan

1984 – Fights against V and Quiet. Quiet tranqs her and they take her back to Mother Base. Is immediately fascinated by Kaz because he seemed familiar to her (wow, really?)

Ocelot: Indifferent towards her, but does like that she wants to learn how to shoot revolvers properly (Learns how in later years)

Quiet: Sees Kira as a little sister, willing to protect her at all costs (gives Kira a small butterfly clip before leaving, can always be found on her in the health screen as a Easter egg :3)

V: First impression was that she was just another child soldier – found out quickly that she was worth a lot more than she looked (Teaches her everything about fighting and combat)

Kaz: Found her to be familiar until he realized she was Red’s daughter. Described as giving her “special treatment” by Ocelot to which Kaz continuously denies. (Co-teaches her pre and post Gulf War)

Hunter: Naturally acts as her aunt and is super protective over her

Eli: Sees her as a rival, but does get along with her on rare occasions.

Miranda: Literally sees her as her best friend and they bond almost instantly over their enjoyment of making stuff with LITERAL sticks (those mfing kids could probably recreate a whole dang metal gear out of sticks if they wanted to)

Machete/Evan: Knows of him from Soviet camp, but doesn't remember him being her older brother

1989 --16 years old - first starts training under diamond dogs

Gets a diamond dogs tattoo on her left arm

1990– Gulf War

Kira goes into battle as a sniper

She gets injured by a grenade, losing half of her ribcage but is saved by Kyle (oh goody…)

Is in a coma until end of Gulf War

1992 – Recovery stages (develops a weed problem?)

1995 – Part of outer heaven

Solid infiltrates the base and kills everyone including Kyle

Finds V In the end clinging to life and listens to one last song with him while they both smoke a cigar 💔

V makes her promise to not kill Solid because it wasn't his fault

1996 – Joins FOXHOUND

Gets to know Solid and considers him a pretty cool guy to hang out with

Kaz helps train her further and suggests the codename Bullet Jackal to which Colonel Campbell agrees to

Gets a FOXHOUND tattoo on her right arm

1999 – Zanzibar

Reunites with Miranda who is under the codename Knife or Knife Feline

Knife flips out and attacks Bullet by trying to shove her into an incinerator but Bullet counters it and instead Knife is burned

Knife scratches Bullet, giving her the stitched face scar

Rescues Silver Crow (16)

Bullet is injured from Gray Fox and the metal gear, requiring Solid to carry her out

2001 – 2004

Retired in Alaska with occasional trips to Hawaii (the one time she gets to relax)

2005 – Shadow Moses

Bullet reunites with Solid

Wolf's death especially shook her to her core because she viewed Wolf as a little sister

Mantis says something along the lines of Bullet being “a broken heart and a shattered soul. Only surviving off of pure instinct, alone.” Like her code name implies, (Jackals represent loneliness, abandonment, and death)

Blames herself for not being able to protect Meryl and for not being able to convince the others to join her side

Fights Knife twice (once in snowfield, the other when Liquid launches REX)

Kills Knife after the second fight (they just beat the shit out of each other )

Is left behind to fend for herself because she wanted Meryl, Otacon and Snake to get out of there

Reunites with Machete

2007 – Tanker incident

Is shook cause she thinks Solid is dead

2009 – Vigilante thing with Machete

Meets Raiden and gives him pointers throughout the game

Finds out Snake isn't dead and when he reveals himself, she literally starts beating on him until he grabs her arms to make her stop

2010 – Kidnapped and shipped off to Africa

2012 – Escapes with the help of Crow and Machete

Meets Lan, Reyn and Ghost

2013 – NBGO (Never Be Game Over) is established – Bullet is commander

2014 – Reunites with Snake and Otacon (again)

Crow is taken by B&B Unit and is killed

2016 – Loses her right ear and three fingers, gets mechanical Jackal parts as a substitution

Kinda a giant lore dump grghg (also never really mentioned, but I sort of ship her with Snavid)

[vermillyons]

You always have at least a part of Shanks’ attention, so the way you shift uncomfortably and curl slightly in on yourself is not going to go unnoticed.

The cause of his sudden and very dire lack of you is that very same newcomer.

you write shanks so endearingly here, the way he's so head over heels for them 🥰. it's almost childlike in how unabashed he is about it but it also juxtaposes with how insightful he is with him paying attention to reader's moods.

Shanks tucks you in sweetly (well… sweetly to a drunk; in all reality you kinda flopped in, but he did make sure you were shoeless and properly under the blankets, and he even shuffled back in to put water, crackers, and medicine where you could reach).

ok but shanks tucking you in is so sweet 🥺💖. bc im a sap im going to imagine he gave you a kiss on the head and a little pat after that.

your mihawk jealousy headcanon made me think too much about how he'd express his jealousy before and during a relationship that it's gonna end up being its own post 😭✌️ (no im not biased whattt)

At first he tries to discourage this lingering with his mere presence. He knows he’s capable of pumping out enough sheer displeasure into the air to knock out a squadron, so he keeps it to his other tools: body language that makes him feel larger than the room and a glare sharp enough to split hair.

mihawk really is the embodiment of “he’s just standing there! menacingly!” you did a really good job at describing mihawk’s body language and mood. i can’t help but smile at the image of mihawk staring daggers at the ex (poor marine).

Mihawk can tell that his mood is setting you on edge too - almost anyone would with the perturbed looks you’ve been sending his way - but that isn’t technically taking your joy, so he doesn’t back off.

You would have never guessed that his aim with his nitpicking and praising is to make sure your ex knows for a fact that you are out of their league. They don’t deserve you. But he could.

the implication of mihawk being so aloof towards reader that they can’t even figure out why mihawk’s so pissy like please 😭. mihawk you did this to yourself. also me going 👀 at the second quote’s wording “They don’t deserve you. But he could.” like the implications… the usage of “could” instead of “does” when it comes to mihawk deserving you.

Mihawk is simply delighted to see your attention going to its rightful place, on him. You should be looking at him with such interest and joy. You should be seeking his approval; not some simpering swine’s.

he is so cringe (affectionate)

His full height set strongly in sharp shoulders and straight spine cuts a devilish figure behind you. Your ex’s first impression was that he is haunting you, but there’s some little whisper in their mind that, no, Mihawk is protecting you.

good ass imagery. i love the contrast between mihawk being ominous and protective, the way his possessiveness seems to take physical form here. it’s bad news for the ex but not necessarily for reader.

also:

“I usually have to pour my own wine from the kitchen’s rack. What’s the occasion?” Mihawk takes a sip and the comfort of one of his favored wines coming over his senses coerces him into loosening his tongue. “You’ve been good.” Another sip and he thoughtfully adds, “I could give you more rewards.”

im going to hold back from saying anything too incoherently horny. anyways, i hope they makeout sloppy.

crocodile strikes me as the type of menace to sabotage any dates that you’d try to go on if it’s with anyone else but him. reservations get mysteriously canceled, transport breaks down, that kind of stuff. in true mr. 0 fashion, he’d pretend he had nothing to do with it.

since this reader is his assistant, i can see them being smart enough to figure it out. either their reaction can be indifferent (all those red flags just look like flags when you’re a criminal lol), bothered by the lying, or amused (like, wow, he didn’t have to do all that if he wanted them so bad).

It only irritates him even more that you don’t notice him until you’re swallowed by his shadow. You even have the audacity to look surprised when you turn to him.

(point and laugh) he liiikes them!

And thus begins the interrogation. You can only watch perplexed as Sir Croc tugs every bit of information he could want out of your ex, making sure to cut off anything he didn’t care to hear. That frustrated look and tone become more bored by the second. Every tone tells your ex that they’re barely worth the breath to speak, causing them to shrink even faster than Sir Croc’s anger did.

this captures his condescending and imperious apathy so well. it’s like it’s beaming a picture of crocodile directly into my brain. giving the same energy when crocodile went “idgaf about your plans” to blackbeard. he’s the worst 💖💖💖

the metal isn’t cold like you thought it would be. It must be warmed from resting on his thigh. You shake away the thought of warming it further.

ok ok ok 😳👉👈 what a nice, subtly sensual detail.

Noting how deep your draw to Croc is, you already feel that that would be a dead end. Well, maybe some time rekindling things would help your daydreaming and wishing for Sir Croc finally start ebbing away.

crocodile is going to be so insufferably smug once he finds out why reader’s been reconnecting with their ex.

When he reaches for his awaiting drink, he notices Daz Bonez come back into the room, wiping his hands off on his pants. Their eyes meet and Daz Bones gives a firm nod before heading back to his other duties for the night.

daz bonez, being an assassin, has definitely killed for pettier reasons but he really just killed the ex with no questions asked. unmatched loyalty! give this man infinite paid vacation days even if he’d never take them.

jealousy headcanons and scenarios r my kryptonite! especially for emotionally constipated characters lol. for shanks, mihawk, and crocodile seeing their crush interacting with someone that turns out to be said crush's ex? there's chemistry between the exes and are those lingering looks he's seeing?! 🫢

OOOOOOOO GOOD CHOICES GOOD CHOICES 👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻 I must say I am weak for some jealousy too 💀 why does it have to be so hot in fiction huh??? Or make me feel wanted????? Rude 😤

Three jealous DILFs coming right up 🫡

Jealousy from Shanks, Mihawk, and Sir Crocodile

Your ex comes back into your life and stirs up some feelings - How are these men taking it?

Form this took: started as a bulleted headcanons but then became a scenario/ficlet for each ahsdjajskdajs

Word count: Shanks - 1.1 k, Mihawk - 1.2 k, Croc - 1.2 k

Shanks

The clinging and diverting type

This mf tries to be sneaky about it

Key word: tries

It’s no secret that Shanks is the jovial sort and that his welcome and cheer extend easily to newcomers. However, something curious happens when the next one joins your large table.

You always have at least a part of Shanks’ attention, so the way you shift uncomfortably and curl slightly in on yourself is not going to go unnoticed. You catch yourself and relax back into your usual posture, but Shanks knows you well enough to see there’s a posed touch to all your expressions. It tames them from the genuine displays of your thoughts and emotions that Shanks so loves into something more suited to a diplomat seeking favor. Now that had him wary.

It took no genius to notice that each time a great laugh broke out your eyes would sweep to that newcomer to take them in, or how your would flicker your gaze over to them every time you had the spotlight, as if seeking approval.

Gods Shanks hopes that isn’t the case

Driven to seek comfort in your presence, Shanks leans into his affectionate nature to keep close to you. You can’t think too long on someone else with him constantly leaning into your space to whisper dumb jokes and silly observations. He made those laughs and he gets to enjoy them up close and personal. You may look to others but you always look back to him when he ventures to lay his hand on your shoulder or hand or thigh and give a happy, hearty squeeze before retreating. He relishes in the fact that you had been uncertain of his touch when you first met yet now you trust and even welcome his hand on you.

Shanks is burst right out of his bubble of avoidance when you suddenly jolt and sit straight, separating yourself from his side.

The cause of his sudden and very dire lack of you is that very same newcomer. The newcomer, who is leaning in so close to you. The newcomer, who now has all of your attention. The newcomer, who is giving you a smile that Shanks very much does not like. It’s very charming and holds a twinge of remorse that Shanks knows from experience would strike straight and true right to your heart

“I’m glad to see you in happier times. You look good,” they have the audacity to say, the words even seeping with honesty. Shanks isn't sure he focused on anything in his life as hard as he does on your reaction in this moment.

Your smile is breathtaking, one he isn't sure he’s seen before, all affection and understanding and a dusting of yearning. It turns his heart to goo right before it clamps it tight and squeezes, because that smile isn't for him. He needs that smile to be for him. His mouth is moving before the thought even sinks in.

“We do like to keep things cheerful here!” Shanks chuckles to the newcomer. He turns to you, making sure to catch your eye. “Life’s too short to anchor yourself to your sorrows.” Now back to the newcomer. “And this one-” an arm slips around your shoulders, hugging you to his warm side, “-helps keep it that way.”

The smile you give him isn’t quite as overflowing with emotion as the one you gave the newcomer, but he loves it all the same.

Unfortunately, that’s not the end of it and the newcomer actually sits down on your other side and insists on catching up. Shanks is a damn charmer though, and he knows it, so he’s not one to give up on keeping your attention through the night.

He stays in the conversation easily, not deterred by the newcomer outsider bringing up shared memories with you, even though they squeeze at his heart and lungs tighter and tighter. He uses it to get to know more of you, a part of him truly enjoying the new insights. However, a much larger part is simply set on keeping the reminiscing light instead of romantically charged.

As the time and drinks flow, his and the outsider's tactics get more obvious yet you get more oblivious, simply cruising on the comfy fuzz everything had taken on and enjoying the company. Your unintentional refusal to pick a favorite has both of them getting desperate and daring.

Try as they might, the outsider is clearly outmatched

By the end of the night you’re wearing Shanks like a perfume, he’s stuck to your skin at the heart of your body, chest always tight to your back or side, chin often hooked over your shoulder or on top of your head. His slight scruff tickling at your ear when he moves and talks is exceedingly distracting. So is the softness of his hair on your neck when he turns his head to bed his cheek into your shoulder and pull you a little tighter to him, saying its just 'cause he's a little sleepy and trying to get comfy. He unearths himself from his resting place only to seek it again every few minutes.

His arm is always around you when he wasn’t using it to drink (of course) or toy with you - tugging at your clothes for attention, tickling your sides to interrupt you, sweetly scratching your scalp to derail your train of thought, teasingly rubbing a thumb into your hip or thigh to feel you squirm.

Shanks is a handsy motherfucker (ironic right-), so you don’t take any of this as a proclamation of his love. The most you think is that it has just hit that point in your journey together where his vast appetite for partners has finally swept its way to focus on you.

You end the night giggling the whole stumbling way back to the ship, tucked into Shanks’ side. You manage to stay there despite being at the mercy of both of your swaying, constantly blending who’s supporting and who’s slipping. Your ex is far from your mind when Shanks tucks you in sweetly (well… sweetly to a drunk; in all reality you kinda flopped in, but he did make sure you were shoeless and properly under the blankets, and he even shuffled back in to put water, crackers, and medicine where you could reach).

Shanks does however have a flash of your ex in his mind when he's happily gloating to himself that he had won.

His last blurry thoughts are of how to make sure you and everyone else unquestionably knows that you are off limits. The unspoken claim understood by the crew while he works at winning you over doesn't seem to be enough anymore. Especially if that pesky ex comes sniffing around again. Maybe they just need a lesson in what staring down Conqueror’s Haki truly feels like.

Mihawk

The intimidating and biting type

Mihawk would likely be the most covert of these three, at least as far as your notice goes

Your ex has no questions about Mihawk’s dislike for them. With his reputation as emotionless and solitary, it’s not guaranteed that your ex will put two and two together to realize that Mihawk's dislike stems from their previous relationship with you. Even if Mihawk hints at it, they'll tell themselves that they're imagining things. It’s much more likely that they’ll think it’s because Mihawk is that way with all but the Few Exceptions, and they have definitely not made the cut.

It definitely didn’t help that they were a marine

Mihawk is already unhappy to see a marine on his doorstep, no doubt sent to yip at him about some nonsense or other that the admirals were in a twist over. That unhappiness quadruples when he hears you tentatively call to this marine by name, and then it multiplies again when the marine responds by breathing out your own name with shock and hope

This pest needs to be out of his castle quickly

Yet he can't bring himself to simply throw them out when you come over so disgustingly happy to see them. There were a few times where he'd interrupted or snuffed out your joy while adjusting to you joining his home, and he found the feeling it gave him insufferable. That's what forces him to let the pest in and guide them with you to the smaller dining room.

He’d simply have to find what the pest needs fast and expedite whatever catching up you two apparently must do.

That's easier said than done; you and the pest are insistent on taking time between flustered pleasantries to share uncertain smiles and lingering looks of longing in charged silence.

It's giving him the worst mood he'd had in years.

At first he tries to discourage this lingering with his mere presence. He knows he's capable of pumping out enough sheer displeasure into the air to knock out a squadron, so he keeps it to his other tools: body language that makes him feel larger than the room and a glare sharp enough to split hair. Both make the pest cringe and shy away, but the chance to gain your favor makes them push through it. Even though he hates it, Mihawk can't blame them.

Mihawk can tell that his mood is setting you on edge too - almost anyone would with the perturbed looks you've been sending his way - but that isn't technically taking your joy, so he doesn't back off.

In fact, he decides it's time to push even more.

He begins interjecting in your conversation, mostly with little insults to take the wind out of the pest's sails.

You aren't yet tipped off that there's something hiding behind his mood; he was never fond of braggarts so it isn't so out of the ordinary for him to humble someone. Of course, you wouldn't exactly call what your ex is doing "bragging" so much as filling you in on their growing career. They are actually relatively humble about it, clearly just excited to fill you in and not phrasing things to seek your praise.

Then Mihawk starts complimenting you.

Mihawk is not one to dish out praise. You've had to fight tooth and nail to get the mere drops of it you'd tasted so far, so his sudden highlighting of your positive traits trips your sensors. It isn't exactly alarm bells ringing, more it makes you feel like there's something you're missing. You figure it's the sudden disruption and old instincts from his Marine Hunter days cropping up.

You would have never guessed that his aim with his nitpicking and praising is to make sure your ex knows for a fact that you are out of their league. They don't deserve you. But he could.

No matter the reason though, you certainly relish in Mihawk calling you things such as "necessary for [his] castle", "smarter than those inane marine trials", "finally proficient and needing no distractions to ruin that", and "better company than a bunch of sea monkeys". Sure, from most anyone else they'd feel slightly insulting, but from everything you've so far seen of Mihawk that's a glowing review.

The uncanny nature of this whole interaction, from Mihawk's tank in mood to the sudden praise, keeps your focus away from your ever shrinking ex.

Mihawk is simply delighted to see your attention going to its rightful place, on him. You should be looking at him with such interest and joy. You should be seeking his approval; not some simpering swine's.

He figures he's been patient enough (it's been almost a whole ten minutes after all) and it is time to end this farce.

Mihawk stands from his spot and goes to sift through the wine rack. He returns with an above average vintage (even by his tastes) and two glasses. He sets them at the corner of the table so he can deftly open the wine. The silence as you both watch him work elates him.

The first glass is placed in front of his seat and swiftly filled. You watch the action with admiration for his fluid and confident motions. The pest watches with growing envy.

The second glass is filled while still sat in the corner, keeping its owner ambiguous.

The bottle leaves one hand and that glass enters the other, coming with Mihawk as he moves to stand behind your chair.

His full height set strongly in sharp shoulders and straight spine cuts a devilish figure behind you. Your ex's first impression was that he is haunting you, but there's some little whisper in their mind that, no, Mihawk is protecting you.

That whisper gets stronger as Mihawk leans forward over you, getting much too close to be polite while he places the wine glass down directly in front of you. His eyes hold the pest's with an air of warning the whole time.

Mihawk settles back upright, placing a hand on both carved corners decorating the back of your chair. The act seems clearly possessive. But surely Mihawk couldn't have found some special fondness for you?

You are none the wiser to Mihawk's antics behind you, too enraptured by the closeness of his reaching arm then too distracted checking out the color and aroma of your gifted wine.

Having at least enough pieces of a functional brain to pick up on that cue, the pest begins rushing out some excuses and makes to leave.

Kind as you are, you tell them they don't have to rush off, but they're adamant. You're a bit sad to see this chance meeting end so quickly, but your mind quickly settles on thinking it's for the best. Your memories of them are distant enough to be cherry picked and seeing them scamper off so easily reminds you that there are reasons you parted.

Mihawk chases escorts them out and returns to you looking much less belligerent and much more at ease. You figure it best to not risk ruining the positive turn by questioning it, yet you can't help but ask one thing.

"I usually have to pour my own wine from the kitchen's rack. What's the occasion?"

Mihawk takes a sip and the comfort of one of his favored wines coming over his senses coerces him into loosening his tongue.

"You've been good." Another sip and he thoughtfully adds, "I could give you more rewards."

Sir Crocodile

The assertive and analytical type

Despite Croc being a plotter, I see him as being quite direct in this situation

Ok yeah maybe he insists it’s because you can do better and you’re definitely above crawling back to an ex (“you broke up for a reason didn’t you?”)

But maybe he also takes this as his opportune moment to get you into his clutches.

Who could blame him when he feels the threat of such an unworthy little nobody working so hard to catch your eye.

Croc always keeps an eye on you, no matter what else demands his attention. Sure, there's an obsessive edge to it, but he just needs to know what you're up to - has to know you're safe near for when he needs you. You are the best assistant he's ever seen after all, and he's been through an army's worth. He's sure his new organization would've crumbled if you weren't there to balance out the clown and his circus monkeys constantly shooting themselves in the foot (sometimes literally).

Many of those circus monkeys were even stupid enough to try and approach you themselves. Luckily for him, you seem about as enthused on the idea of you having a partner as he is.

Which brings us back to his irritation that you haven't swatted that bug away from you. No, instead you seem to be rather tolerant of their buzzing. Maybe even fond.

That just won't do.

The crowds at this schmooze-fest, thrown to entice more pirates and criminals alike, part easily for his beeline to you.

It only irritates him even more that you don't notice him until you're swallowed by his shadow. You even have the audacity to look surprised when you turn to him.

And you truly are surprised - as far as you know there's no reason for Croc's usual grimace to turn into something so stormy, especially directed at you. It quickly jumps to your ex however and focuses that torrent there.

"I don't know you," Croc states gruffly.

"I'm-"

"Your name doesn't matter," Croc interrupts. "What do you do? Why are you here?"

And thus begins the interrogation. You can only watch perplexed as Sir Croc tugs every bit of information he could want out of your ex, making sure to cut off anything he didn't care to hear. That frustrated look and tone become more bored by the second. Every tone tells your ex that they're barely worth the breath to speak, causing them to shrink even faster than Sir Croc's anger did.

You catch their eye and send them a sympathetic smile, and then Croc moves on to you.

"And you," he starts roughly. He lets you sit in suspense while he drags those hooded purple eyes from the crown of your head to the toes of your shoes and back. "Why are you here?"

You're taken absolutely aback by the question, mouth flapping from a mix of shock and offense. You have quite a list of things you keep your eye on at these parties; did he want you to go down the whole thing? After a deep breath, you try, "To gather informationof and from possible allies and help build relationships?"

"Wrong."

Well, at least he let you finish your sentence. Time to try again.

"To make sure the night runs smoothly," you say much more surely. It's an apt description of your overall job.

"Wrong again." Yep, that grimace is now definitely a smirk. One that only widens when you purse your lips and stare him down. You notice the genuine amusement shining in Croc's eyes and relax a touch, content to let him guide this to whatever destination he has planned.

"Then please, Sir, tell me," you relent. "Why am I here?"

He takes a deep puff of his cigar before pulling it from his lips and watching the smoke swirl out with his exhale. You watch it too - admire how handsome he looks reappearing through the haze. Enjoying how small you feel as he leans over you through its last remnants.

He rarely touches you with his golden hook, always using his hand (you've yet to realize it's because he prefers to feel you on his skin). Now, though, he raises it towards you. You're surprised yet again when the curve touches beneath your chin to tilt your face just a little higher; the metal isn't cold like you thought it would be. It must be warmed from resting on his thigh. You shake away the thought of warming it further.

He takes his time assessing you, giving you your own time to look over his breathtakingly chiseled face, admire his striking scar, forget everything else but his eyes on you.

Without intention, you gravitate towards him, leaning forward enough into him and that golden hook drawing you that you have to catch yourself with a stumbling step. The fond chuckle he gives in response resonates deep and rich and feels like a reward flowing over you.

"You, my dear," Sir Crocodile says with unfamiliar mirth, "are here to keep me happy."

"And how would you like me to do that, Sir?" you whisper back.

At first, that just earns you a smile. Then he's drawing his hook along your jaw, tickling the tip around your ear, drawing it gently across your cheek. It ends its journey on your lips, ever so gently pulling your bottom lip down before letting it flick back up when he draws his arm away. You watch the glimmering gold retreat. He's greedy for more of the longing he sees in your eyes. He leans slightly lower and gives you back that hook, this time in the form of an offered arm.

"With your company, of course," He finally answers. The warmth you hear in the drawl of his voice is beautiful.

You slip your hand into the crook of his arm, happy you can feel his body heat through the soft fabric of his shirt.

Halfway back to his previous spot, you realize that you'd become so distracted that you hadn't even said goodbye to your ex. You had wanted to exchange numbers, maybe truly get back in touch and feel out if things would be better this time. Noting how deep your draw to Croc is, you already feel that that would be a dead end. Well, maybe some time rekindling things would help your daydreaming and wishing for Sir Croc finally start ebbing away.

"Did you see where they went?"

Croc has to hold in his smile at your question. "They scurried off on you. It's for the best though; they were exceedingly unimpressive."

You couldn't help but snort at his assessment.

After guiding you to your chair and pushing it in, Croc settles down himself. When he reaches for his awaiting drink, he notices Daz Bonez come back into the room, wiping his hands off on his pants. Their eyes meet and Daz Bones gives a firm nod before heading back to his other duties for the night.

Sir Croc smirks and takes a heavy sip of scotch.

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There you are sweet anon, I hope you enjoyed and that it properly scratched the itch❣️ Thank you for the ask 🤍 Sending much love!!!

Part of a little celebration

[bluetomorrows]

The Top 10 of the '10s (Part 2)

Last time I talked about the beginning of my top 10 of the 1910s, but I really only scratched the surface of what this decade has to offer. The top 4 are when these films start to get insanely good, you gotta see this stuff.

4. A Dog's Life (1918, dir. Charlie Chaplin)

While Arbuckle developed a flavour of comedy that de-emphasizes story and themes, Chaplin was beginning to refine his style that married comedy and drama. It's rare to see a comedy where the world feels so cruel to the protagonist, but it makes you love him all the more. Comparing the life of a homeless man to a dog's is an easy way to quickly establish the groundwork in this short, and allows Chaplin to create tons of gags that not only tie into but elevate the dramatic center of the film. It's the kind of unified vision that elevated Chaplin above his competition and would push the industry forward to create more ambitious and meaningful stories.

There's a value placed on the love we have for one another that Chaplin emphasizes in a lot of his films. He makes you love the tramp and his dog first, to make sure you'll be properly disgusted when you see how society doesn't. Chaplin is able to graft a moral onto a comedy set-up so much more easily and effectively than so many other writers, even up to today. His style works because the comedy and tragedy come from the exact same place. Here it's the tramp's foolishness and polite society's indifference to suffering. Really all of Chaplin's best work comes from the hearts of humanity, and I think that's a major reason why he was able to have such international appeal while other stars, despite being funny, saw most of their success contained to America.

3. Intolerance: Love’s Struggle Throughout the Ages (1916, dir. D.W. Griffith)

I'm not here to lecture you on D.W. Griffith's personal beliefs or other features, and I'm not here to talk about how he made this movie out of anger that people wouldn't tolerate his bigoted beliefs. I'm here to talk about Intolerance, the movie as it exists. And as it exists Intolerance is a towering achievement in filmmaking.

Intolerance is a grand film that works because of its specifics. It's a movie about small people in big worlds. Personally, a lot of film epics don't work for me because they function only as an epic. They are big and grand and feel like legendary adventures but... why? This style can be very self-indulgent, being more consumed in its own breadth than why it should be so encompassing. A good example of this is another film released two years before Intolerance called Cabiria. It's surely an impressive film with massive sets and some beautiful scope (Extensive use of a moving camera! Something still quite rare at the time), but it buckles under the weight of it all and ends up being a movie more about the military and setpieces of ancient Rome than it is actually about the main characters (So much so that I forgot the title even referred to a person until now). The epics that are able to stand above the rest are the ones that make a point of being an epic and use their style to tie into a greater thematic point that involves characters with a story you're invested in.

Movies cannot sustain themselves on scope alone. Intolerance understands that. The massive and rich world the characters inhabit is only ever a backdrop to their own personal struggles. The movie is also able to keep the audience's engagement through a bit of cheating on the structure of an epic, as this is more so several short films stitched together. We jump back and forth from story to story, and while they all structure into a central theme, they're all also their own self-contained narratives. And it works very well! Griffith's previous epic on this scale Birth of a Nation is (among other things) quite slow and plodding at points. Several filmmakers in the transition from shorts to features actually made films in this structure, I'm sure it was an easy way to learn how to adapt your storytelling to the longer runtime.

Here we get stories of intolerance across several time periods which gives us tons of variety and chances to explore the issue from different angles. It also cheats the epic structure by letting us have multiple epic setpieces running at once within the flow of the film. Even when characters are just talking and letting drama play out more naturally, we never stay in one place for too long and it allows it to keep the pacing of an epic while still having the conflicts of a drama. It's a very smart solution to a difficult problem that some filmmakers are still struggling to solve. And it never explodes all at once. The most impressive moments of the film are still paced specifically both within the larger film and the individual narratives. It allows the truly epic moments to leave an impact that continues to influence the story and colour your impressions of the other narrative. Intolerance: Love's Struggle Throughout the Ages is a film of multitudes that ultimately boils down to one idea: that love is something worth fighting for. Its ability to convey those both through large and small moments is what truly makes it work and deliver in a way that no film really has since. It crafts a story in a way that filmmakers can and should still learn from and try to understand.

2. J'Accuse! (1919, dir. Abel Gance)

J'Accuse! is yet another epic, coming out of France right at the end of the decade. Abel Gance's later epics, Napoleon and La Roue, left behind an incredible legacy that you still see film fans commonly fawn over to this day, and while I'm sure they're very good, don't be too quick to dismiss this earlier effort as it still remains one of the most impressive and emotional war films ever made.

War both lifts illusions and creates new ones. The tremendous loss that surrounds the protagonists gives way to the love buried deep in their hearts. For a film that wants to expose the pointless horrors of war, surprisingly little time is spent on the front lines, with most of the film taking place in a village. However, we don't need to see the action of the battlefield, all we need to see is how it affects the common man, and the soldier returning home. J'Accuse! might be off-putting to some viewers for the simple reason that it's an incredibly angry film. Gance is accusing every man and woman who stood idle while evil men grew more powerful of dooming us all. He's accusing the very world we live in of being cruel and uncaring. It's not necessarily a nihilistic film, but rather an exploration of the circumstances that drive people towards nihilism. The scars that are cast upon the land and the people are felt in every frame of the film. People may try to push the atrocities out of their minds but they still linger, infesting their subconscious and haunting them. We can never truly escape the pain caused by the past, and trying to is both useless and selfish. The disease of war and cruelty needs to be addressed and treated, not left to worsen and infect more people.

If Intolerance was a movie about how important it is to create more love in our world, then J'Accuse! is a film about how important it is that we hold onto love. We cannot let it escape our grasp because it's all we really have. And like cruelty, it can be infectious and possible to wipe out. Humanity will only be truly doomed when we forget why love exists in the first place. Everything in J'Accuse! is incredibly fragile. Love is fragile, and so is hate, and so are states of mind, and so are our communities. We have to fight to protect what keeps us human but we must never lose sight of what it is we're fighting for. When we devolve into fighting for ego and glory, then we've lost sight. We've fallen more in love with ourselves than each other, and we're going to destroy everything one should hold dear.

The next post will probably be some other 1910s films of note as well as my number 1. That film is about a third of the length of either Intolerance or J'accuse! and I don't know if that means I'll have more or less to say about it...

[uwusenpaiuwu]

Baji Being A Menace To Society (And Your Relationship) 2.0

Sequel to: Baji A.K.A. The Worst (Best) Matchmaker

Summary: Baji’s at it again, acting out-of-pocket and creating chaos for absolutely no reason, other than to see you suffer. In his own Baji-esque way, of course.

Pairing: Sano Manjiro | Mikey x Male Reader

Warning(s): Boku no Pico is mentioned, but there is absolutely nothing graphic; mentions of masturbation

Note(s): I am so sorry if it isn’t funny. Sadly, I am but an amateur writer, not a comedian. Still, I hope you all enjoy! ^^

"(Y/n), want some ice cream? My treat."

Usually, you'd be the first to jump at an offer for a sweet treat, especially when you don't have to pay. However, as of now, the word 'ice cream,' when said by Baji, instantly triggers your fight-or flight-response. Paired with the fact that he’s broke as hell, your suspicions only increase for the sudden indulgence.

Since you know you're no match for the long-haired menace, your body automatically prepares to flee, legs twitching to lurch into a sprint. Unfortunately for you, just before you can get the fuck out of there, your hand is being grabbed by Mikey, who leisurely begins to tug you along to claim your dessert.

“You like ice cream, right?” he turns to ask, eyes unbelievably soft when looking at you.

And because you’re weak for him, all you can do is nod stiffly, trading in your sanity for the pleased grin that spreads across his face, his confident strides thereafter likely a result of him successfully remembering another miscellaneous fact about you, as has been the case since you officially started dating him. From the most trivial of things, like which brand of pens and pencils you prefer, to the slightly more important stuff, like ice cream being one of your favorite desserts; he’s made the effort of remembering them all.

He really doesn’t need to do any of that, ‘cause you’ll love him either way, but the conscious decision to do so is what makes you love him even more.

Zoning back into reality, you shake your head to reorient yourself. It isn’t the time to be going over the reasons why you’re such a lovesick puppy.

No, there are other things to worry about, mainly Baji.

You squeeze Mikey’s hand as you’re led to the nearest ice cream parlor to try and calm yourself. It works for the most part, especially when you get a reassuring squeeze back.

‘Right,’ you tell yourself, ‘it’s going to be okay.’

After all, Baji wouldn’t do anything too drastic, right?

~~~

You were wrong. So, so wrong.

Despite nothing having transpired yet, every alarm in your head is going off, pounding at the door of reason to get you to wake up and realize that it’s Baji you’re talking about, the same person that sets cars on fire when hungry and punches the first unfortunate soul he passes by on the street when sleepy.

You really should’ve listened to your survival instincts and ran. Alas, it’s much too late to escape, leaving you to wallow in your anxiety, while you wait for misfortune to strike.

And strike it does.

“Please, don’t sit next to me. You make me nauseous.”

“That’s cruel. I bought you ice cream, and you treat me like this?”

Yeah, he may have bought it, but you refuse to eat it because of how intensely Baji is staring at you. Fucking weirdo.

"Oh, do you want some of mine instead, (Y/n)?" Baji accentuates his question with a sensual lick to his ice cream from the edge of the cone to the finessed peak, making you extremely uncomfortable as he stares you down with the full motion.

As slowly as he licks his frozen treat do you slowly raise your middle finger, eliciting chuckles from the other occupants of the table.

You think you won that mini battle, though?

Ha! Nope.

Baji mirrors the vulgar action, not once breaking eye contact as he dips the tip of his finger directly into his ice cream, pulls it out, and proceeds to lick that, too.

Disgusted, you promptly avert your attention elsewhere, praying that Baji won’t continue being, well, himself.

Your prayers fall on deaf ears.

"It's cold!" As soon as the exclamation leaves your mouth, your blood runs glacial, knowing that you've unintentionally played into Baji's trap. The appearance of a sly, almost feral, smirk when you whip your head around to glare confirms what you already know.

The curtain has risen, and you’re standing center stage in a performance you can’t break free from.

"Aw, can't let it go to waste,” Baji continues, reaching over to scoop the ice cream you’re 100% certain he purposely spilled on the front of your shirt, with his fingers.

Then, to your horror and everyone else’s shock, he asks, without an ounce of virtue to his name, "Want me to lick it off with my mouth?"

Chifuyu is seated on the other side of the table, hiding his face in his hands. “Baji-san...”

"It'll stain if it dries like that." Dear God, how you wish to un-see Baji batting his eyelashes at you.

“I don’t care!” At this point, you’ve resorted to clumsily scooting your chair as far away from him as possible, which isn’t actually as far as you’d like considering your surroundings. Hell, so long as you put some distance between yourself and the crazy bastard that wants to see you suffer, you don’t mind having to force yourself halfway onto Mikey’s lap. (The firm hand that keeps you steady by the waist proves that your presence isn’t unwanted either.)

"Geez, (Y/n), you're such a scatterbrain."

Seeing Baji sell the line with a slow tugging of his hair behind the ear has you torn between laughing and dying a little more. Truthfully, his acting is frighteningly impressive, and you would’ve applauded his performance, if not for the fact that the role he’s playing still haunts your dreams.

By this time, most of who accompanied you to the ice cream parlor have figured out what kind of drugs Baji is on this time, which also means that those fuckers have seen, or are at least aware of, the cursed trilogy of questionable porn that’s being reenacted before their eyes, with you as an unwilling co-star. Those that are puzzled as to why people are shoving their fists in their mouths to refrain from laughing are obviously God’s favorites.

“The fuck is going on? I wanna laugh at Baji’s dumbassery, too.”

“Pah-chin... I think it’s best you don’t know.”

Interestingly enough, the one you’re most concerned about hasn’t said anything yet, splitting his attention between observing the scene unfolding and eating his portion of a deluxe sundae.

Then, out of nowhere-

“I understand.”

You and Baji freeze where you are, each of you grasping the other’s collar, you to shove him away, and him to draw you closer.

“(Y/n),” Mikey says, your name rolling silkily off his tongue in a tone much too fond for his next words, “if you like roleplay, just tell me.”

...

“Huh?”

“I’m fine with pissing, remember? So, roleplay shouldn’t be a problem.”

Heat rises to your face at an alarming pace, and it continues to climb as Mikey takes your free hand in his, which serves not to comfort but to unintentionally remind you of the humiliating experience from a few months back. And just when you convinced him that you didn’t want anything to do with getting freaky with the body’s excreta, too.

“You’ve got it wrong! I don’t- arfghfgh?!”

Your prayer to help cool down your flushed cheeks must have been heard, but you’re pretty damn sure you didn’t ask for Baji to shove his ice cream in your mouth!

“Oh, yeah. (Y/n)’s a fuckin’ geek when it comes to roleplay,” the unhinged bastard speaks in your stead, indifferent to the nails clawing at his hand clamped over your mouth. “You should try it with him. We were doing a scene from his favorite anime.”

Mikey tilts his head, interest positively piqued. “Which one is that?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know, leader?”

Mikey raises an eyebrow.

Baji opens his mouth.

You lunge.

It’s a series of events that happens in the blink of an eye and ends with loud crashing as you tackle Baji to the ground.

“Listen up, Baji Keisuke. We took an oath that day, and if you dare utter a word of what went down, I’ll consider that a breach of the code of secrecy and take you down, making sure you drown in a pit of your own shame and despair.”

Surprised to have been pinned down so quickly, it takes a while for Baji’s brain to catch up, but when it does, he’s frustratingly unfazed at the threat.

“Oho~ How scary. Too bad for you, I have no shame.”

“Not even if I tell Mama Baji where your porn stash is?”

That has the great Baji tensing up.

“You wouldn’t dare use an underhanded tactic like that.”

Your lips turn into a wicked grin. “Are you sure? I have as much dirt on you as you have on me, and like you, I won’t hesitate to use it to my advantage.”

If your grin is wicked, Baji’s is downright evil, showing off his sharp, gritted canines and all.

“You got balls, (Y/n),” he snarls, “but mine are bigger.”

The boy beneath you opens his mouth, and faster than you can stop him, he just...does it.

“(Y/n) (L/n) watched Boku no Pico and liked it!”

Silence.

Silence is all that’s heard for a good, long minute following the booming roar of the revelation.

You dare not look up to gauge everyone’s reactions, instead keeping your icy glare fixated on Baji, who looks smug as shit for having caused the glorious eruption of heat to spread like wildfire across your entire body, from the tips of your ears down to where your skin disappears under the collar of your jacket.

This...

This is war.

Taking in a deep breath, you answer his uncalled for declaration with your own thunderous shout of, “Baji watched Boku no Pico and jacked off to it! Twice!”

Baji laughs. “Oh, pray tell, saintly (Y/n), how many times did you jack off to it?”

“None of your fucking business, asshole.”

“Pretty fucking sure it is, since we were in the same room.”

Someone chokes, while you choke Baji.

“We. Swore. To. Secrecy. You. Asshole,” you practically growl, with each of your words accompanied by a ruthless back-and-forth shaking of the other boy’s person.

“Let up on the choking, dude. I’m not into that. You, however-”

Unable to take the ceaseless slander to your name anymore, you reel your fist back, but, upon seeing Baji’s cheek turned to you, jaw jutted out, as if inviting you to take your best shot, you hesitate. You know you wouldn’t be able to pack enough of a punch to actually leave an impact on him, which is terribly upsetting.

On the bright side, there’s still one tactic you can use that’ll be just as effective, a technique courtesy of your health teacher, who happily taught it to the class to use in case of an emergency.

Technically, it’s meant to be used to assess a person’s level of consciousness, but you suppose it can be used to get back at inconsiderate idiots, too.

“Ow! Ow! What the fuc-! Ow!”

You keep a straight face as you continue to rub your knuckles against his sternum, fully intent on delivering the worst possible pain to the current bane of your existence. It brings a sort of sadistic satisfaction to hear the ever prideful Baji’s screams of pain, and while it doesn’t completely undo the damage done, it does help soothe your wounded self-esteem.

“You want me stop? Beg for it.”

“Pissing, roleplay, choking, and begging? Goddam- OW!”

Your reign of terror comes to its untimely end when you’re lifted up into the air by the armpits, and through the haze of your power trip, you realize that Baji’s saving grace is Draken, who proceeds to carry you out of the parlor with ease.

“People are staring,” he coolly explains when you protest to having unfinished business.

Pouting, you cross your arms over your chest. “It’s his fault.”

Once outside, Draken doesn’t immediately put you back on your feet, until Mikey strolls out of the parlor. Only when the gang leader has his arms outstretched to you are you promptly deposited on the ground and taken into his embrace.

“Are you done letting off some steam?” is the first thing he asks you. Even though you can’t see his expression, the way he holds you and the way he cradles the back of your head, handling you with the utmost care, is indication enough that there will be no reprimand for, essentially, assaulting your division commander. (You would argue that it was an act of self defense against verbal harassment, but whatever.)

There’s just an overwhelming amount of love. So, so, so much love for each other.

“Yeah, I am,” you eventually answer, followed by a content sigh.

“Good.”

Naturally, that’s the perfect time for the tinkling of the bells above the parlor door to pilfer your attention. Baji’s appearance causes your face to morph into a scowl.

You cling tighter to Mikey, peeking over his shoulder to flip the ravenet off and mouth, ‘Go to Hell.’

As always, Baji answers your attempt to appear opposing with an obnoxious smirk.

‘See you there.’

~~~

“Boku no Pico, huh?”

“Draken, don’t laugh! Baji forced me to watch it!”

“All 3 episodes?”

“Twice.”

“...”

“...”

“Favorite scene...?”

“As if I’d have one.”

"Actually-"

“Ahh! Shut up! Why are you here, stupid Baji?! You live in the other direction!”

~~~

“Hey, (Y/n). Want to try doing the same thing with me?”

You look up, perplexed. Mikey literally just walked into the room, and that was the first thing he said to you.

“Do wha-?”

Your breath catches in your throat when you turn your head, only for you to come centimeters from bumping noses with him. And because he can, he lovingly knocks your foreheads together, too.

“It’s okay. I promise it’ll definitely be fun.”

You should feel ashamed for recognizing the same sequence of lines from Boku no Pico so quickly, though any coherent words are overtaken by an incomprehensible, high-pitched screech, a feat achieved solely by a teenage boy going through puberty.

A combination of shock and amusement crosses over Mikey’s features then. He’s never heard you make that sound before.

It’s cute. Strains the ears quite a bit, but cute.

While Draken lurks beside him, questioning Mikey’s standards of what constitutes as ‘cute,’ you’re sprinting across the room, red-faced, to Baji, who’s already grinning from ear-to-ear.

“Stop tainting my boyfriend, you piece of shit! Give him back his innocence!”

(Unbeknownst to you, whilst immersed in your fit of hysterics, your use of the word ‘boyfriend’ has a certain blond beaming.

“Did you hear that, Ken-chin? He called me his boyfriend.”

“Wow, congrats.”

Mikey either doesn’t give a shit or is simply too smitten to acknowledge Draken’s apathetic response.)

Baji blinks, unable to believe what you’re trying to insinuate. “Innocent? That little gremlin motherfucker?”

Both of you look in Mikey’s direction. When he sees you staring, he breaks out in a smile and throws a wave.

Your heart involuntarily skips a beat at the sight, and, okay, you’re convinced. Mikey deserves better than knowing of that cursed series’ existence.

Clearly, you’re down bad for Toman’s leader, and as such, Baji figures he can use that to quench his boredom for the day.

“Ooh, if only you knew what he gets off to.”

The tone in his voice instantly rouses suspicion. You narrow your eyes at him. “I don’t care what kind of porn he gets off to.”

“Porn? Nah, ya silly goose-”

“Don’t call me that.”

Baji ignores your comment as he moves to sling one arm around your shoulders, the other raising up to mimic an obscene tugging motion that no teenage boy is a stranger to.

“He jerks it to yo-”

BAM!

One second, Baji is lazily hanging off of your person, the next, he’s sprawled out on the floor, face down, and groaning in pain. You expect nothing less after witnessing him receive a rather impressive flying kick to the chest from Mikey.

Before you can assess the full damage, your view gets obscured by a pair of keys.

“Wanna take my bike out for a spin?”

Yes, you know Mikey is trying to divert your attention from whatever Baji was going to say, and, yes, you probably should check on the figure that has yet to get up.

But do you really care?

You take one glance at Baji’s concerningly unmoving body and quickly come to a conclusion.

You do not.

That being said, you quite literally drag Mikey and, by extension, Draken out of there, chanting an excited, “Let’s go!” on your way, abandoning Baji to wither on the ground.

Baji?

Baji feels betrayed.

~~~

"Chifuyu?”

“Hm?”

“Y’know, I was joking.” Baji flips onto his back with a grunt. “Man, who knew Mikey was all grown up?”

The vice captain of the first division hums, seemingly uninterested in his commander’s musings.

It goes quiet for a few minutes, the sole instigator of noise being Chifuyu flipping the pages of his manga.

Unpredictable is Baji, and the same goes for his train of thought.

“I should punch Mikey for kicking me.”

“No, you’d get beat up.”

“...”

“I should punch (Y/n) for Mikey kicking me.”

Truly, unpredictable and senseless.

“You’d still get beat up.”

Baji opens his mouth to argue.

“By Mikey.”

He promptly closes it.

“Fuck it. I’ll keep spicing up their relationship as payback.”

Sighing, Chifuyu closes his book to crouch down next to him. “Baji-san, with all due respect, you’re an asshole.”

Baji Keisuke has experienced betrayal twice today.

And he deserved it both times.

[fernweh-writes]

Hey, it’s me again :3

My birthday is soon(next week on the Friday)

So I wondered if you could write headcanons for the Slasher with an Birthday S/O.

Like what would they give her, what would they do on her birthday. You probably get what I mean.

But only if it’s alright and you got time, if not it’s also fine^^

I already say thank you :3💕💕(btw I really love your writing <3)

HAPPY BIRTHDAY LOVE, I HOPE YOU HAVE AN AMAZING DAY!! I did see the other little tidbit you sent in and yes, ofc, anything for you. Especially since it’s your birthday and you asked so nicely<3

(Going ahead and posting this a lil early… i think? I can’t remember when you sent this in sorry :/)

-Fern🌿

Slashers on their S/O’s Birthday

Warnings: NSFW content, 18+

Michael Myers

Michael has always been pretty indifferent towards birthdays. So what, you’re getting older big whoop. He doesn’t see them as important and doesn’t understand the point of celebrating them.

However, as you keep mentioning to him that your birthday is coming up, he gets the hint. Michael isn’t stupid and he knows you well enough to be able to tell what you want.

Still, Michael isn’t going to throw you a party or decorate or anything like that. Instead he makes a statement just by spending the entire day with you.

During your time spent together you find out Michael did actually buy a cake for you. Although it was also partially for his own benefit as well seeing as he has a major sweet tooth. He even got “Happy Birthday y/n” written on the top in your favorite color. When you bite into it, you realize that it’s also your favorite flavor.

After the cake, Michael brings you a small box with a horribly tied ribbon wrapped around it. Don’t look at him funny, he tried okay. So what the gift inside was most likely stolen from a victims, you got a present that you loved. Isn’t that all that really matters?

Michael isn’t much of a giver in bed, he prefers to take. He mainly focuses on achieving his own end and whatever pleasure you get during that is what you get. But tonight he’ll make a point of not only making you finish first once, but numerous times throughout the night. Today is about you after all, why not try and set a new record in bed to mark the start of a new age.

Bo Sinclair

Morning sex, congratulations, this morning you become breakfast for Bo. No need to get up early to cook for him when he can simply devour you.

Surprise! He won’t be an ass to anyone for one whole day. Just for you darlin’. If some people happen to stumble into town, Bo won’t let anyone ruin your day, and quickly has Vincent take care of them. Even Lester will help out if need be, even though Les hates participating in the “family company”.

Sneaks away in the middle of the night to decorate the house. Luckily, Vincent pitches in and helps him make everything look nice. Bo goes all out with streamers, balloons, banners, he even got you a cake!

He’s more than eager to give you your presents as well. Of course he had to buy you a lingerie set, it’s a surprise that’ll help the two of you later that night…

Bo is a simple man, he just wants everyone to know that you belong to him. So he also got you a dainty little necklace of his name. Sure it may be cute to you, but secretly he’s laying his claim to you.

Usually he’s busy with keeping up the town but just this once he spends the entire day with you. Bo spending so much quality time with you doing whatever you want really says a lot.

He may even take you to the next town over for a nice dinner. After all, no one should have to cook on their own birthday and it’ll make good use of the cute little sundress he got you and gives you the opportunity to dress up. You better wear the lingerie he got you under it though. Good luck making it to the bedroom when the two of you get back from the restaurant.

Vincent Sinclair

You’re not sure who is more excited, him or you. Vincent makes sure that you have the best time ever and makes the whole day about you. It’s the perfect chance for him to spend the whole day with you and show you how much he loves you.

When you wake up he’ll be missing. He woke up early to make you your favorite breakfast. He had hoped to bring it to you in bed but sadly you’ve always been the early riser. Luckily for you, unlike Bo, Vincent is a good cook. How do you think the three boys survived before you showed up?

Vincent has always been a more private person so while there’s not any decorations all over the house and he can’t take you out to a fancy dinner you can still expect plenty of sweet surprises. He made you a bouquet of wildflowers that he picked, got you the new books you had been telling him you wanted, managed to snag one of the vinyls for the new album your favorite artist had recently released, and even got you some new outfits that he thought would look cute on you.

Vincent would be the one to put on music and dance around the living room with you. He enjoys personal time with you and uses the day to really express to you just how much he cares for you.

At the end of the day he runs you a hot bath. While you soak in the tub he throws around the rose petals and gets the ribbons and candles ready. Before you have time to get dressed Vincent will be scooping you up, tossing you on the bed, and tying you up. Be ready for a long night!

Thomas Hewitt

There’s not really much he can do for you seeing as the town is running low on supplies. Still, he’ll do his best to still make your birthday special for you. Mainly he’s just going to kick Hoyt and Monty out for the day so that you can have one peaceful day together. Luda gets to stay seeing as she’s also happy to celebrate with you.

Thomas lets Luda Mae know he wants to surprise you with something. So while he works on the surprise she’ll make sure to keep you occupied. Luda Mae will fix your hair for you and go ahead and give you the gift that she had made you, a sundress made from floral print fabric. She’s so happy her son found someone, especially someone as beautiful as you.

Thomas will have handmade you a small necklace. Since you didn’t tell him about your birthday until shortly before the day, you left him with little time to make it. He’s lucky that your comfortable with Luda Mae and he can get her to keep you distracted,

When Tommy sees you with the dress his momma made you and your hair fixed up he almost forgets about the small piece of jewelry in his pocket.

After hearing you squeal with delight when you open his gift he’s ecstatic! He loves nothing more than making you happy. when you eagerly get him to help you put it on he thinks he’s going to spontaneously combust with his love for you.

Luda Mae will bake you a cake. You’re basically her daughter in law at this point and she’s going to make sure that you have a good day. She enjoys having another woman in the house and enjoys seeing you and Thomas happy together. You’ve given her the complete family that she’s always wanted.

Brahms Heelshire

Brahms is very good at being sneaky. At this point, Malcolm already knows that Brahms is a real person. So Brahms has no issue with getting Malcolm to bring him everything he needs and giving him the extra money for the week. He makes sure to cover all the bases, he got you presents, a small cake, and of course stuff to decorate the living room.

The decorations in the living room aren’t necessarily the best. Brahms hasn’t been responsible for doing anything like this in his whole life. But he still does his best to try and impress you and make you happy. Just don’t expect for his best to be very good. After all, it is the thought that counts.

Honestly Brahms not being self centered for once should be enough of a surprise. It’s your birthday so he’ll make sure to be on his best behavior just for you! No tantrums or arguing, he promises! He even makes sure to hide the schedule for the day to make sure you know that today you get to relax.

Of course, you’ll still have to cook since Brahms is only capable of making sandwiches. His peanut butter to jelly ratio may be perfect but that’s not exactly the type of meal he thinks you would want on your birthday. So he does make sure to get the ingredients for all of your favorite foods!

Your presents include expensive jewelry, pretty clothes, and of course lingerie although that’s more of a gift for Brahms than it is for you. He’ll have you model all of the dresses and clothes that he got you. The big finale is the lace bra and underwear that you won’t be wearing for much longer.

Brahms is a switch and usually ends up being the more submissive one in bed. Tonight however, he’ll co for a change of pace and be more dominant. For once, he was the one spoiling you instead of the other way around and that brings out the more mature and dominant side of him. Expect o be sore the next day though, Brahms isn’t exactly good with holding back.

Billy Loomis

Billy has a tendency to be narcissistic and obviously an ass. But he can also be great at hiding those traits. On your birthday he makes sure to do exactly that, really playing up the bad boy/boy next door front he’s capable of. Tatum did believe that he was practically perfect, and on your special day, he’ll do his best to do exactly that.

He may not have the same money as Stu, but he still manages to spoil you. You’ll have his full attention for the day and he let you decide almost everything. Billy even lets you pick out the movies that you watch together on your birthday, which is something he’s never allowed to happen before.

Seeing you be happy gives him a funny feeling that he’s not used to which can cause him to act a little awkward. You throw him off a little bit. He didn’t expect to care so much about someone until you fell into his lap. He’s a simp for you and he knows it. If he wasn’t then he wouldn’t be making reservations for that fancy restaurant you loved and buying you a new outfit just for said reservation. Yeah he’s down bad.

Makes sure that you order whatever you want, today cost doesn’t matter. But if he knows your favorite, he orders for you in an attempt to impress you. See, he remembers your favorite food, isn’t he just the best. Also gets your favorite over priced dessert even if you have to take it to go. He can’t bake and he knows that store bought cake just doesn’t compare to the fancy restaurants.

He bought you lingerie for under that cute little outfit and he expects to see it by the end of night. Expect to pinned against the front door before either of you has the chance to unlock it. Billy has been imagining you in nothing but your birthday suit all night and he simply cannot wait any longer.

There’s nothing he enjoys more than seeing you fall apart underneath him. He loves seeing you look absolutely cock drunk with your makeup smeared on your face. Your moans and begs eventually begin to melt together and you just become and incoherent mess as he makes you cum again and again. It’s still not enough for him though, he’s going to make you scream.

Stu Macher

He is very determined to make you have the best day over. Expect breakfast in bed! It may not be great but eat it anyways, Stu is not a morning person and he managed to drag his ass out of bed early just for you. So even if the scrambled eggs have the occasional crunch to them it’s best to just grin and bear it.

Is very determined to take you shopping. Expect for him to buy you anything that you touch or pick up. Like the amazing boyfriend he is he will also carry the many bags that you end up with. You’ll have a brand new wardrobe by the end of the day. Of course he made you pick out a few lingerie sets. He even pointed out the ones he liked and made you find your size.

Of course, Stu will still take you out to a fancy restaurant and do the whole traditional night out thing. After dinner though the two of you will end up on the roof of his house that he made sure to help you out on. Stu is secretly a hopeless romantic deep down and will spend time looking at the stars with you because he thinks it’s something that you would like. Will listen to you as you ramble on about planets and watch as you point out constellations if that’s something you do.

Stu is very clingy at all times so he will be hanging over you all day. That’s nothing really out of the ordinary though. But usually those touches include grabbing your boobs, smacking your ass, and rubbing your hips. On your birthday the touches turn more gentle. Expect him to gently tuck your hair behind your ear so he can see your face, gently caressing your cheek, rubbing your knuckles while he holds your hand, all soft and sweet gestures to convey he truly does care.

He’s usually very fast paced with everything including talking, movements, and of course that includes in bed. But tonight he’ll be slow and gentle, drawing everything out. Also makes sure to focus on your pleasure instead of his own for once.

Asa Emory

Asa never thought he would celebrate anyone’s birthday. He certainly never celebrated his own and doesn’t see the point in doing so. To him, birthdays are just another day and there’s no point in celebrating ageing. So he went about most of his life ignoring birthdays, until you came along.

Asa adored you and your enthusiasm for life and all the good things in the world. You were a bright person, especially when compared to him, and he loved the innocence about it. So when you began to mention your birthday coming up with excitement in your voice he knew that you had expectations for your special day.

He may not be a person who celebrates but he’ll be damned if he disappoints. You’re the one good thing life has given him and he’s not letting you get away from him. If that means getting you a small cupcake and sticking a candle in it and a present then so be it. He can manage doing a little something for you.

When he’s not in his collector persona he is much more awkward and an absolute dork in your eyes. So when he takes you out for a nice dinner you’ll notice his slightly off behavior. Asa doesn’t like crowded public spaces and you’ll be able to pick up on his fidgeting. Luckily your good at carrying the conversation for him.

Asa appreciates that you understand it’s hard for him. So when you begin to do most of the talking and don’t pressure him to contribute much to the conversation besides the occasional nod he’s able to relax.

On the way home he gets nervous once more. What if you hate the present he got for you or expected more. He had only gotten you one thing and it wasn’t much. But when you finally open it and you light up like a kid on Christmas morning he lets out a heavy sigh and finally relaxes. It was only a simple necklace but you acted like he had just handed you the stars.

Asa will be surprisingly gentle with you for one night. Of course, he’ll still tie you up and absolutely wreck you but he makes sure to leave out the cutting and biting out for once. The only bruises you have will be on your hips from his harsh grip. It’s the closest thing you’re going to get to love making from him, but you know him well enough to get the meaning behind it.

Jesse Cromeans

Anything you want and it’s yours, he can make anything happen for you. He makes sure to tie up any loose ends with his business well before your birthday so that nothing can interrupt his time spent with you. Of course he makes sure to spoil you even more than he normally does.

Would love to take you on some fancy vacation and stay in one of the finest hotels there. Go ahead, pick any place you want to travel to and he’ll make the arrangements. He makes sure that anywhere he takes you is more private and remote rather than tourist-y though. Both so that he feels more comfortable and so that you can feel special and not have to deal with crowds.

Does the whole flower petals on the bed, candles, flowers, ice bucket with champagne kind of ordeal back at the hotel. Did you really expect him not to though? He has the money to so why not and he knows that even though you claim it’s cheesy that you absolutely love it. Th blush on your face and look in your eyes give away your love of cheesy things and he pays attention to every little thing you do.

Of course you get new jewelry, designer clothes, and lingerie but you get other gifts as well. Pretty much anything you’ve mentioned to him recently he makes sure to get you. Rambling on about that new book your favorite author just released? It’s yours! Been needing new materials for any of your hobbies? You got them!

Expect rough sex. Jesse rarely does gentle and with how much smaller you are than him he can sometimes accidentally hurt you. Your just so small and fragile compared to him kitten, he can’t help it. Of course he always makes sure to take care of you afterwards with a hot bath and will gently massage the knots out of your muscles. Jesse always makes sure that you’re taken care of.

[helloalycia]

the better sister-in-law [one] // alycia debnam-carey

summary: you and alycia are going to become sister-in-laws and begin to get a little competitive over who the better one is, but of course, you may or may not start to think of her as much more

warning/s: none.

author's note: i feel so bad because i totally went MIA for the past few months and i feel like i let down so many people with requests and stuff, but honestly my life has been a shambles and is only just starting to make sense again (perks of finishing uni and having no idea what to do next guys!), but yeah.

This idea of alycia and reader competing to be the better sister-in-law was requested a long time ago, on here i think, so here it finally is! i don't even know what i'm working on next (kinda dabbling between stuff) but yeah, i hope you all like p.1 of 3 :)

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"Look, all I'm saying is that this is the first time we're meeting and she's already late... sounds like I've got this sister-in-law thing in the bag."

My sister, Y/S/N, and her fiancé, Angus, both looked to me with disapproving (but definitely amused) stares, after I spoke with a grin on my lips.

"How many times do we have to tell you that this isn't a competition?" Y/S/N reminded with a quirked brow.

I shrugged indifferently. "I know it isn't. Because I've already won."

Y/S/N sighed with defeat as Angus held in a laugh. They were newly engaged and tonight, I was to meet Angus' older sister, Alycia, for the first time. She was Australian, like him, and lived here in L.A., working as an actress.

Though my sister and him had been together for two years now, I'd never actually met his sister because she was always busy working and away filming for different stuff. Plus, I'd never figured I'd need to meet her. But then they got engaged and since we were to become a family, it only made sense.

"Just remember to be nice, yeah?" Y/S/N asked with a pleading expression, as Angus answered his ringing phone. "She's actually really sweet. And she's looking forward to meeting you."

"Because I'm awesome, duh," I said obviously, before chuckling when her expression became desperate. "Relax, Y/S/N. You know I'm always nice."

She mumbled something under her breath in response, which I was about to question, but then Angus looked between us with a half concerned stare.

"Alycia's here, but the guy at the door won't let her in without proof of booking," he explained, before settling his gaze on me. "D'you think you can get her?"

I sighed dramatically but pushed my chair out and stood up. "If I must..."

He smiled gratefully and I waved my hand dismissively before making my way to the front of the restaurant, indeed finding the girl in question talking to the guy stood by the door. I only recognised her because of pictures that Angus had shown me when describing her to me. It was silly to admit, but the pictures didn't do her justice.

Alycia Debnam-Carey was seriously stunning.

She was wearing a black over-the-shoulder dress that complimented her curves well, certainly making a great first impression. But her eyes were what stood out the most – a bright green contrast compared to her dark hair and outfit. I almost forgot what I'd even come here for until I heard that she was still trying to convince the guy that she'd been invited.

"Hey, sir," I cut in, stopping beside the guy and glancing at Alycia, "she's with me. Party of four, just back there." I motioned behind me to where Y/S/N and Angus were waiting.

He nodded apologetically. "Of course." Looking to Alycia, he added, "Sorry, we've just had a lot of people trying to get in lately."

"It's all good," she said politely, before looking to me when he let her through.

I motioned for her to follow me back to the table as she spoke first.

"You must be Y/N," she said with realisation. "Thanks for saving me back there."

I smiled with amusement. "No worries, and yeah, I'm Y/N. Nice to meet you, Alycia."

She flashed me a beautiful smile, eyes glowing under the fluorescent lighting and slightly intimidating me at their intensity.

"You know," I said, hoping to distract from what I was thinking, "you're late to the first official family meeting which basically means I've got one point towards being the favourite sister-in-law and you've got none."

She snickered and raised her brows with disbelief. "Wow. So, you're playing like that?" I didn't reply and she rolled her eyes playfully. "Game on, Y/N. Though I must say – I never lose a competition."

"We'll see about that," I played along, and before she could reply, a mischievous glint in her eye, we reached the table. I motioned to the chair, saying, "After you."

She eyed me with scepticism but took a seat and smiled to my sister and her brother.

"I'm so sorry I'm late," she apologised instantly. "But it's so good to see you both! I can't believe you're officially engaged!"

I took my seat beside Alycia as the couple shared the engagement story all over again for her sake. When they were done, Alycia was nodding to show she was listening before looking to me.

"Isn't it the cutest story?" she asked sweetly.

"It is," I agreed with a smug smile, "though I already heard it. You know, best sister-in-law things an' all."

"Y/N!" Y/S/N scolded, whilst Angus laughed at her reaction.

"What? I'm just reminding Alycia here who's boss!" I exclaimed innocently, noticing the playful glare Alycia was sending my way. "She's got to know that, now more than ever, there's only room for one top sister-in-law. And it's me."

"You really shouldn't act so cocky when the competition has barely begun," she responded with a mere shrug as I ripped open my straw from the paper to put in my drink. "We all know that I'm gonna win."

"Hardly."

"You know nothing about me."

"But I know I'm much cooler."

"So cool that you've put the paper in your drink instead of the straw."

"Exactl– wait, what?"

I looked down to my drink with furrowed brows before widening my eyes at the sight of the paper soaking into my drink. Quickly pulling it out, I put the straw in instead, though was not spared the teasing laughter from the brunette beside me.

"That doesn't count," I warned her, giving her a knowing look.

She let out a wholehearted laugh, warning my insides and automatically bringing a smile to my lips. "Whatever you say."

"We're never going to hear the end of this, are we?" Angus asked us both.

"Nope," we both answered at the same time.

And that's where the fun began.

————

Having a sister who was getting married meant that I was in charge of the bachelorette party. Or rather, Alycia and I were in charge of it.

It was strange working with somebody I didn't know very well to plan an important part of someone else's life, but we somehow managed. The whole better sister-in-law competition broke the ice easily, with the two of us playfully competing to see who could outperform the other. That worked in our favour though, as we arranged a pretty fun party if you ask me.

Paintballing.

"Out of all the things you could've done, you picked this?" Y/S/N asked Alycia and I with raised brows when we brought her to the venue.

"Y/N said you love stuff like this," Alycia answered, glancing at me before looking to my sister. "You do, right?"

She sighed, glancing around, before giving in. "I mean, yeah, but I definitely didn't expect this."

Alycia opened her mouth to say something, probably in sympathy or consolation, but I didn't give her chance to as I wrapped an arm around Y/S/N's arm and pulled her close.

"Well, you got this," I told her with a satisfied smile. "And you're gonna love it. Trust me. I know you."

She cracked a smile. "You do..."

"C'mon, all of your friends are waiting inside," Alycia encouraged. "We've already got our teams picked."

"Oh? And what are they?" Y/S/N asked as Alycia and I led her to the door.

I looked over her and to Alycia with a playful grin. "My team versus Alycia's. But I think we both know who's gonna win."

Alycia met my stare halfway. "Definitely. The best sister-in-law."

"So, me," I quipped.

"In your dreams, love."

"If you say so."

Her smirk was teasingly familiar at this point, practically permanent whenever she was around me, but I didn't mind. I was learning to appreciate seeing it.

After getting suited up and going over the rules, the instructor led us all to the room we'd be playing in. It was a vast space with fake walls set up, windows carved into them, and a lot of space to manoeuvre and hide. The whole group was buzzing with excitement when we split into our two teams.

"Okay, you ladies know the rule," the instructor said, looking between Alycia and I. "Whoever gets shot is out."

Green eyes were trained on me and I gripped my gun tightly, a mixture of excitement and giddiness coursing through me. This was going to be awesome.

"If anybody gets hurt or needs help, just call for me or one of my colleagues," the instructor continued to explain to everyone. "We'll be dotted around the room if you need us. Now. Anything to ask?"

I raised my hand and he looked my way questioningly.

"Have fun being on the losing team, everyone," I stated to the opposing group, including my sister who had become a traitor and went on Alycia's team.

Alycia chuckled and shook her head. "That's not a question, stupid."

I shrugged. "I know. Just thought I'd let you know."

Her bright smile remained and I'd be lying if I said it wasn't worth it. No fair that even in these ugly, unflattering outfits she still managed to look gorgeous.

"Okay, get into your positions and when the bell rings, the game begins," the instructor ordered when he realised nobody had anything else to say.

We all nodded and ran to our sides of the room to get into position. I may have been wanting to take this a little more seriously than I needed to, but I didn't care. I was competitive, and beating Alycia was all that was on my mind.

Well, that and her stupid pretty smile.

The bell rang when I took my position crouching under a window. I instantly leaned forward to get a look and shoot my gun at someone who ran past. Sadly, I missed and soon realised my position was terrible. As I ran to a new one, I heard the sounds of guns going off, paint splattering, and laughter from some of the players. Distracted at that, I almost missed the gun before me, shooting my way.

"I'm gonna kick your arse!" a voice shouted, and only one person I knew had an accent like that.

Alycia was leaning against a wall as she saw me run to take cover, barely missing her further attempts to shoot me.

"You're giving away your position by shouting!" I called back, catching my breath and praising myself for my genius hidden position.

"So are you!" she shouted in response, followed by an adorable laugh that warmed me inside and out.

I cursed inwardly at my stupidity, fighting the smile from my lips, before running away and mentally zipping my mouth shut so I wouldn't give away my position again.

The match went on for maybe five more minutes with almost everyone getting shot and out, before eventually it was only down to Alycia and I. The only reason I was aware of that was because those who got out were stood to the side, watching on and shouting at their respective team leaders in support.

Competitive streak at an all-time high now, I crept around the whole room and strained my ears to listen in to where Alycia could be. Finally, when I rounded a corner, I raised my gun and found myself face to face with the brunette, her gun pointed at me, too.

"Well, fancy finding you here," I said with a grin. "Looks like we both have the same idea, huh?"

Even through her helmet, I made out the twinkle in her eye as she said, "You're not bad, Y/L/N. But you're certainly not the best. May as well give in now."

"Never. Though I won't make fun of you if you choose to."

She smirked beneath her mask. "You know I've done gun practice before on set, right? My aim is immaculate."

I quirked a brow. "You think because you're some Hollywood actress you have an advantage? I grew up with Nerf guns. I've got this in the bag."

We circled one another, neither of us making a move to pull the trigger. It was anyone's win, but who would do it?

"This isn't fair, clearly," she pointed out, stopping pacing but keeping her gun trained on me. "How about we call it a day and share the win?"

I considered this, but the thought of sharing a win was too unsatisfactory for me. Of course, I couldn't let her know that, so I pretended to agree and lowered my gun first.

"Fine," I gave in. "A draw?"

She lowered her gun and straightened up. "A draw."

"Let's go," I said, nodding to the others behind her.

She turned to walk away and I used this as my opportunity to shoot her in the back. My aim wasn't very good though, as I actually ended up shooting her in the butt. Her gasp when it happened was too funny for me not to erupt into laughter, though it was disguised by the cheers from my team.

"I believe the better sister-in-law just won," I said to her when she spun around to look at me with disbelief.

"You cheated."

"Bent the rules."

"Cheated."

"Bent the rules."

She narrowed her eyes at me before raising her gun to pull the trigger. But when she did, nothing came out and I laughed all over again, pulling my helmet and mask off.

"I would have won anyway it seems," I pointed out, and she pulled her headgear off too before giving me a disapproving look.

After a few more rounds with everyone following that, we all got changed back into our own clothes and headed out for food. Y/S/N gushed about how fun this day was and Alycia and I were just glad she enjoyed it. Then, when Y/S/N caught up with her friends, I nudged Alycia in the shoulder playfully.

"So, how's your butt?"

She shoved me back, harder, and I couldn't stop laughing. I knew she wasn't really upset though, since a smile ghosted her lips and she wasn't ignoring me or anything.

"It hurts," she answered truthfully. "There's definitely gonna be a bruise there by tomorrow."

"Sorry not sorry."

"Jerk."

"But you love it."

"Debatable."

"How about I buy you lunch today as an apology?" I offered, glancing at her with a sincere smile. "It's the least I can do as the superior sister-in-law."

"Aaaaaand you ruined it," she said, before sighing and giving me a sideways glance. "But yes. It's the least you can do."

I laughed. "You're a sore loser."

"I think you're a sore winner actually," she countered, green eyes bright under the sun.

"I'm so generous, what are you talking about? I'm literally buying you lunch."

She couldn't resist smiling. "Humble, too."

"But you love it."

"Mhm."

—————

The wedding itself was approaching pretty quickly and it was as if I blinked and there was one week to go. A lot of planning and stressing and crying later, all we had to do was wait for the weekend to come and the event would take place.

Of course, weddings meant seeing family that you hadn't seen since the last family event took place years ago. Exciting stuff, hint the sarcasm.

Since Angus and Alycia's family were all living in Australia, they flew in the week of the wedding and my parents deemed it important to throw a party where our extended family and theirs could get to know each other. As lovely as that sounded, I was never one for family events – seriously, who was? – and I definitely wasn't in the mood to get asked by several aunties why I wasn't also getting married. But, I had to attend as it was mandatory from the prison warden that was my mum.

Just like I'd predicted, all of my relatives deemed it appropriate to ask me about my nonexistent date to the wedding, if I was planning on getting married anytime soon and, my absolute favourite, what I thought of Angus and his sister as new additions to the family. It got to a point where I was tired of answering the same questions over and over, so I made up answers and told every relative different things.

"It must be nice to gain a brother!" one person said, grinning. "What do you think of Angus?"

With a straight face, I answered, "Oh, he's dreadful. All he does is talk about dinosaurs all the time. I'm like, seriously? You're a grown man. Act like it."

Their face dropped, I internally laughed, and they'd nod awkwardly and move on.

"Angus is very charming for Y/S/N," another would say, glancing out at him and Y/S/N as they mingled with other guests. "Is there any Missus in your life lately, Y/N?"

"Well, I have this girlfriend, but she doesn't like to come out during the day," I said casually. "So, I think I'll just leave her home with the TV and she should be okay. No eating any garlic though, am I right?"

So stupid, but so worth seeing their judgemental face. Well, that's what they deserved for getting nosey. Especially when they all asked the same damn questions – couldn't they at least coordinate and share my one answer between them?

"I heard Alycia is some famous actress," some cousin of mine who I barely knew said, nudging me. "Is she as stuck up as people say?"

"Well, she always makes someone smell her food before she takes a bite because apparently she was poisoned once," I said with a shrug. "Actually, no, it was an attempted poisoning. My bad."

In addition to winding up my whole extended family, I was also introduced to some of Angus and Alycia's, who actually didn't seem that bad. I mean, they were just like any other family. They had an uncle who got too drunk to handle, gossiping aunties who started drama for no reason, and judgemental elderly that watched on with curious eyes. Like I said, a nice family that was similar to ours except for the glaring fact that they were from Australia and not L.A.

Just when I thought I'd had enough socialising for the day, someone tapped me on the shoulder and startled me in the process. When I spun around, I sighed with relief upon seeing Alycia laughing at my reaction, though holding a baby on her hip.

"Someone's jumpy," she commented with an amused raised brow.

I shook my head with exasperation. "Yeah, well I thought you were another nosey relative. You're lucky you're with a kid or I would've killed you. Didn't you know were a mum."

She rolled her eyes, trying not to smile at my joke. "It's my cousin's kid. Layla." She looked to Layla and had a stupid smile on her lips as she nuzzled her. "Say hi to this idiot, Layla. Go on!"

Layla reached her hand out towards me, grabbing the air with a smile. Drool was all over her mouth and it was frustratingly cute, making me smile and lean forward to hold her hand. Her tiny fingers grasped around mine and my smile widened with appreciation.

"Oh, she likes you," Alycia noticed, before tilting her head towards me. "Surprise, surprise."

I glanced up at her, green eyes startling me more than I liked to admit. With a cocky smile, I quirked a brow. "What can I say? The kid recognises genius when she sees it."

Alycia rolled her eyes again, mumbling "idiot" under her breath and making me chuckle.

"So, what brings you to my corner of the garden?" I asked jokingly, letting go of Layla's hand and secretly cooing at how she got them tangled in Alycia's hair.

As if remembering why she was here, she tried to intimidate me with her stare, but it was very unbelievable.  "Apparently one of your uncles thinks I wrestle sharks for a living. And another thinks my accent is fake and I'm actually British."

I snorted at some of the many stories I'd fabricated. "Wow, they sound even better when it's you saying it."

"What's with that?" she asked with disbelief, but she was trying not to laugh.

I shrugged dismissively. "I don't know... I got exhausted with all the questioning."

"Seeing your family after a long time not as fun as you thought?" she asked, a bit more seriously this time.

"Not really," I admitted. "They just keep asking the same dumb questions." Using my hand and listing on my fingers as I spoke, I imitated my family and said, "Oh, you're still a communications assistant and not a manager? Still no girlfriend to bring as your date to the wedding? When are you going to get married?"

Alycia pressed her lips together, trying not to laugh, but I didn't blame her. From an external perspective, it was kind of funny.

"Okay, I see why you've been saying what you have now," she admitted with a small smile. "If it's any consolation, it's almost the same with me."

I furrowed my brows. "I doubt that. Your family seem so nice. And you're literally famous. How could you disappoint anyone?"

She chuckled, readjusting Layla on her hip, before shrugging slightly. "I don't know. I mean, I miss them a lot. I rarely get to see them because of work, and even when I go back home, it's not for long. So, I had high hopes for today. But I just forgot how... ugh, they can be, y'know?"

I nodded in agreement, smiling apologetically. "Sucks being a sibling, doesn't it?"

"That it does," she agreed with a half smile. "People are constantly asking when it's my turn to get married because I'm older than Angus. And also because I'm a woman, so they like to insert their opinions where it's not wanted."

I frowned, not expecting her to hear it, too. I guess it would be different since she was older and the only girl in her family. Damn, that sucked.

"I'm happy for Angus and Y/S/N, don't get me wrong," she added quickly. "It's just annoying is all."

"I get it," I assured her, not wanting her to feel bad for complaining. It fell quiet as we pondered our revelations, so I decided to lighten the mood by looking at her with a playful smile. "So, I take it the big Hollywood actress isn't bringing a boyfriend to the wedding then?"

It had never come up and I was never one to assume someone's sexuality, but something about Alycia screamed straight.

At my comment, she laughed through her nose and looked down to her shoes. "No, she doesn't... yet another thing I've been asked about."

Hoping to make her feel better, I said, "Just wait until the wedding. I guarantee someone will ask you out then."

Entertained by my assumption, she looked up and smiled curiously. "And what makes you think that, love?"

I raised my eyebrows like it was obvious. "Seriously?" Her challenging eyes made me continue. "Okay, so I know it's already been established that I'm better than you in many ways, hence being the better sister-in-law." She punched my in the arm at this, making me smile. "But believe it or not, you're actually not that bad."

"Gee, thanks."

I laughed, shaking my head. "No, I'm serious. You meet all the expectations of a perfect date. You're very clever, you're stunning. You have a cool accent. You're literally a famous actress, and I'm certain anybody at that wedding will ask you out."

It didn't take a genius to know all of this about Alycia. Yes, I took the piss out of her, but it was all playful and only because I loved seeing her fight back or get annoyed. But underneath all of that banter was an actual appreciation. Take now, for example. She was wearing a beautiful floral summer dress that hugged her curves perfectly and complimented the curls in her hair. Add an endearing smile and sparkling eyes and she was the perfect catch. You'd be stupid not to think so.

"Wow," she said with feigned amazement. "I think that's the first time you've ever said something nice to me."

"Yeah, don't expect it," I joked, making her smile.

She opened her mouth to respond, but then Layla began tugging at her curls, making her pull a face. Despite moving her hands away, Layla was adamant on annoying the Australian.

"Someone doesn't like you," I sang lightheartedly.

Alycia glared through a smile before looking back to Layla. "I should give her back to her mum. She's getting fussy."

"Let me try something," I offered and held out my hands.

Alycia raised a brow, but obliged and handed Layla over to me. Smiling at the young girl, I held her so she was leaning over my shoulder slightly and began to bounce her gently. The gurgling and fussiness on her end ceased and I felt her relax on my shoulder.

"How on Earth did you do that?" Alycia asked with surprise.

I winked at her. "Genius, remember?"

She put her hands on her hips, attempting to silence me with her stare, but laughter spilled from her lips in a contagious manner, bringing a smile to my face. I realised I quite liked the sound of her laughter.

—————

The wedding ceremony was definitely a beautiful event. Despite the panicking and pre-wedding jitters on Y/S/N's part (I could only imagine Angus being the same), the actual ceremony went by smoothly.

As the maid of honour, it was pretty hectic making sure everything went to plan, but the smile on my sister's face was worth it when she met Angus at the top of the aisle. On Angus' side, Alycia was his best 'man' which I found cute. I'd known the whole time, but I never imagined how she'd look alongside the groomsmen. The answer was jaw-dropping. She was wearing a suit like them, but she looked better than all of them. Maybe I was biased since a woman in a suit was infinitely better than a man in a suit, but still.

After the ceremony came the reception where the real fun began. There was food, drinks and dancing, and even a photo booth for guests to make their own memories. But the best part was the speeches. Hearing what Y/S/N and Angus' friends had fo say about them was very entertaining, and I was more than glad to share my own stories of them.

Alycia's speech was after mine and the first thing she did was give me a challenging smirk as she accepted the mic, then look out to the audience with a friendly smile.

"Okay, so my speech won't be as boring and long as Y/N's, don't worry," she began, making the audience laugh and 'ooh' at her joke.

Green eyes flickered to mine across the guests and I let her have it, appreciating the joke. Hey, credit where it's due, right?

The rest of her speech was actually pretty good. She was funny in a charming way, and she was relatable in a cute way. Her stories about the newly-wedded couple were amusing enough to hold the audience's attention and entertaining enough to be the best speech of the evening. By the time she was done, everybody was clapping her off the stage and the speeches were done. The first place she headed was to me, watching me with a playful smile.

"Do hold the applause," she teased, making me roll my eyes.

"Maybe it wasn't that bad," I admitted with a smile.

She laughed before tilting her head. "Yours wasn't too bad either."

"Really? I thought it was boring and long," I said, repeating her words from earlier.

She smiled sheepishly. "It was a joke obviously."

"Obviously."

Her smile widened and I bit my lip to contain my own.

"So. Looks like we're officially sister-in-laws now," she stated with a hint of amusement in her words. "How does it feel?"

"It doesn't change anything," I said with a shrug. "I'm still the better one."

"Keep saying that and it just might come true."

I refrained from smiling. "So. Anyone ask you out yet?"

At this, her cheeks began to turn pink and she avoided my eyes. It wasn't hard to know that I was right in my assumption. Plenty of single guys tonight had made their move on her and I couldn't exactly blame them. She looked stunning, though I'd never fully admit it.

"I called it," I said with a laugh. "It's probably the suit, y'know. You pull it off. Which must suck because I know you love your dresses."

"I really do," she agreed, looking down at her outfit, and I didn't bring up the fact that she was avoiding the initial question. "But this isn't so bad."

"Wearing pants is never bad," I pointed out.

She smiled and looked me up and down. "Neither is wearing a dress. Which you look really nice in by the way."

Deflecting from my awkwardness whenever paid compliments, I said, "Don't flatter me too much. Don't wanna get a big head."

She rolled her eyes, a ghost of a smile on her lips. Inside, I was smiling though. She thought I looked nice?

"Yeah, turns out you can clean up nice when you want to," she added, making me shake my head with disapproval. Her laughter sounded around us and she nodded to the dancefloor. "Wanna dance?"

I suppressed the urge to roll my eyes. "Very funny."

Despite her teasing smile, she shook her head. "I'm not joking."

Quirking a brow, I studied her suspiciously. She wasn't giving away the slightest inkling of mischief, so I reluctantly nodded and allowed her to lead me to the dancefloor.

To my surprise, she was absent of any teasing and instead genuinely wanted to have a good time. I shouldn't have expected any less from her when she put her dancing skills on display – was there anything she wasn't good at?

We danced to several songs and I found myself enjoying her company, letting her take the lead and laughing every time we bumped into someone else (which was more times than you'd expect).

After being danced out, we went to grab a drink from the bar and catch our breath. Taking a seat on the stools, she flashed me a contagious smile.

"Who knew you had skills on the dancefloor, Y/L/N?" she teased.

"Says you, Little Miss I'm-good-at-everything-I-do?"

She rolled her eyes, but my playfulness made her blush and I smiled at the sight. Before she could even begin to retort, we were interrupted by none other than hers and Angus' mum. I'd spoke to her a few times before and she was a lovely woman; I could see where Alycia got her looks and charm (though I'd never admit that to her in a million years).

"You ladies look like you've had a delightful evening," she said when she stopped by us, smile on her lips. "And those speeches earlier... very funny. Both of them."

"Thanks, mum," Alycia said, returning the smile to her for the both of us.

"And Y/N, I should have told you earlier, but you made a wonderful maid of honour to Y/S/N," she added, looking to me. "It's been lovely seeing you getting along with Angus and Alycia. It's reassuring to know that they have family here even when their parents aren't."

"Mum, quit being embarrassing," Alycia mumbled, cheeks flushing as she looked the other way.

A smile of amusement tugged at my lips as I glanced at Alycia before looking to her mother. "Of course. They're both great and it's nice to welcome you all into the family. Or us into yours. Whichever way it goes."

She laughed, nodding in agreement. "How sweet. We feel the same. Everybody has said how charming you've been this week and I can't help but agree."

Now it was my turn to flush with embarrassment, thought it was sweet of her to say.

"You know, Alycia, you should be more like Y/N," she said, looking to her daughter. "Maybe she'll rub off on you."

"Very funny," Alycia replied with a knowing look, though a small smile was on her face.

Her mother laughed, squeezing her shoulder before looking to me. "I'll leave you girls to it. But I hope this wedding isn't the last we see of you, Y/N! Maybe you could come down to Australia some time? Alycia can give you the grand tour."

Grinning, I glanced to the green-eyed girl. "I'd love to."

Alycia rolled her eyes playfully as her mother didn't seem to pick up on our expressions.

"Amazing! Well, enjoy the rest of your evening," she said politely, before leaving us to it.

My grin was still present, fully directed on Alycia as she pretended it didn't bother her when it clearly did.

"Shut up," she said, finally, spinning around to get her drink from the bar.

Still not looking away from her, I grabbed mine, too. "What? I didn't even say anything."

Tilting her head towards me, her green eyes studied me knowingly. "I know what you're thinking."

"What? What am I thinking, Alycia?"

She shook her head and looked away. "I'm not saying."

My grin widened, if possible. "Okay, I'll say it." She groaned, resting her head in her hands, but I ignored it. "Your family loves me. And they basically want you to be more like me, which means I'm perfect and I'm basically family now."

She glanced at me, narrowing her eyes jokingly.

"You can't deny I'm the best sister-in-law now," I pointed out, enjoying the way her eyes squinted and she gave me all of her attention.

Nudging me in the arm in response, she didn't dignify my comment with a response, only making me laugh.

I was beginning to love hanging around her.