#I want to be someone who sees an opportunity and actually acts on it instead of hamming and hawing about it until it's too late

[lorrainestea]

Okay but can we please appreciate Dedra and how hard she actually tries? She grew up with no role model of love nor the social mirror of how romantic partnership works and that shows, but you can't say she wouldn't put any effort:

- She let Syril live with her under one roof between the same four walls.

- She wants to fulfill the expectations and meets with Syril's mother and she is trying to charm Eedy and connect with her.

- When Eedy doesn't stop insulting Syril and Dedra sees that he is not good at handling the situation himself, she steps up for him. Dedra could think what a loser he is for not saying anything and that someone like this isn't worthy of her time or attention, but instead of that she solves the situation for him.

- Dedra could involve literally anyone for the Ghorman project, she could pick some reliable agent who would infiltrate the Ghorman Front, perhaps even better than Syril, but she chose him. Whenever it was an act of her trust or just wanted to give Syril the opportunity to grow professionally by doing his part, they could work together now and I think Dedra saw a promising future for both of them here, even though she never wanted Ghorman in the first place.

- "It is good to see you happy." She didn't look or sound happy herself, but I believe this would be such a meaningless thing to lie about she wouldn't bother to say it at all if she didn't mean it.

- Is one hour enough to meet someone after months of being apart? No. Did she use the time for being as close to him as she could? Yes.

- Assuring Syril that once the mission is over, they're going home. Together. To collect their reward for the good work for the Empire. And looking at him with the only thing that was close to a real smile.

- She didn't look right and left before kissing him, she just did. On a frequent hallway where she was paranoid people might hear them talking. Dedra didn't think about someone seeing her professional mask slipping away and seeing she is actually a human (I know, very questionable) and smooched her boyfriend. And the lights were on✨

- Begging and reasoning instead of pushing him away when Syril snapped. He yelled at her, grabbed her shoulders and squeezed her, choked her, threatened to throw her through a window and Dedra didn't think about having him arrested and punished or 'at least' break up with him here and now. She still tried to have him stay by her side, to finish this and go back home with her.

- She panicked when Syril left and ran outside in the eye of the storm and she ordered to bring him back, to NOT let him get involved because she knew he would be in a mortal danger

Whether you like it or not, Dedra was in love. Manipulative, twisted, reserved and sick form of love, but still love. She tasted the most dangerous and most addictive of all poisons and wasn't immune against the outcome.

[aberooski]

If I get yelled at for sitting down or have to keep doing everybody's fucking jobs with no respect and just keep getting nothing but flack or get patronized by another fucking old person one more fucking time I stg I'm gonna quit.

[yanderenightmare]

♡ TW: angst, toxic traits, somewhat bullying, breakup

♡ FEM reader

You’re his first girlfriend. He’d never bothered with anything serious before—it seemed too messy to trifle with. He doesn’t know why he suddenly decided. Suppose he’d been feeling a little bored, and something within him saw you as a fool-proof opportunity.

It wasn’t because you were anything special. Actually, it was more the opposite. You didn’t seem like too big of a risk. You were just a normal, honest, nice person—a bit of a loser, too, if he was being honest. He could do a lot better and pick someone of the same caliber as him, someone with a cooler style and presence, but then he’d only get caught up in the competition.

You were more to his appetite—a dorky, blushy lil’ nerd who giggled nervously at everything he said. In other words, no competition at all. You’d never dare break his heart because you frankly couldn’t afford it. And he found solace in that imbalance—knowing he held all the cards and that you could only be grateful he’d chosen you.

At least, that had been what he’d thought. But then, here you are, holding his hands from across the table in a cute little sundae café, telling him how this just can’t work anymore.

He’s confused for a whole minute before it sinks in.

You’re breaking up with him.

He’s confused afterward, too.

You’re breaking up with him?

That can’t be right. You must be joking. He almost laughs, almost cackles, but ends up staying completely silent. Something about that pitiful look in your eye makes his throat tight, and he almost thinks he’s going to cry instead. 

You’re breaking up with him. You, with him. His foot starts to tap. Have you hit your head or something? You’re dressed in a hoodie, for crying out loud, with not an ounce of make-up on—effortless, as if his perception of you wasn’t any of your concern while you’re fucking breaking up with him.

No way. There’s just no way. You must be confused about something, is all. There’s absolutely no way you’re doing this.

“What are you talking about?” It comes angry. Louder than he’d intended, enough to make you jolt in your seat. A couple of heads even turn your way. You wait for them to turn back before answering.

“I just think we’re a bit too different. And… I don’t know…” You were trying to find ways of telling him you weren’t in love with him but ended up deciding it was unnecessary—it wasn’t exactly something he needed to hear even though you had a lot you could say.

You’re rude and arrogant and treat me like some rescue pet you’ve nurtured back to health. You act like you’re embarrassed to be with me even though you’re the one without any friends. You’re selfish and spoiled and—

“If you don’t know, then there’s nothing to talk about. Quit being silly.” He has a furrow between his brows as he picks up the pink menu between the two of you, scanning the different types of milkshakes you could share and forget all about it. After all, you weren’t breaking up with him—that would just be absurd. “Let’s get strawberry.”

“No—”

“Guess we could get mango if you want that instead—”

“I’m not sharing drinks with you—”

“What? You tryna lose weight or something? Not like anyone but me is gonna see you when all you wear are those baggy hoodies all the time. Speaking of which, you should wear mine instead, they’d suit you better—”

“Listen.” You stop his rambling. “I’m not sharing drinks, and I’m not wearing your clothes. I’m not being silly, either. I’m being serious. It’s over—”

“No, it’s not.” His fist bangs against the table—the look in his eye on edge and twitchy. “I asked you why, and you had no good reason—so it’s not, not until you convince me.”

You had wanted to avoid it, but it seems he wouldn’t allow you the grace to spare him. That being said, you hadn’t meant to be so brutally honest…

“You’re a narcissist. You don’t treat me like a girlfriend. I’m more like a charity case or some type of experiment to you. Half the time, it feels as though you’re just playing a game with everyone in your life like pawns for you to shuffle around the board as you see fit.” You’re the one with the furrowed brows now, unable to bite your tongue as you’d kept it in all this time. “I think you should seek help and get your controlling tendencies straightened out before having any type of relationship. Or don’t. In any case, I don’t think I’m the right girl for you.”

There’s a silence. The chatter of the café seems distant. You feel half inclined to apologize as you look at him and stare down the glassy tabletop as if trying to find his reflection for comfort—but then he beats you to the punch.

“You’re right…” he starts softly, mustering the words, and you’re almost proud to see him take it so well, but then there’s a viscousness to his next words. “You’re not the right girl for me.”

When he looks up again, his face is warped—callous and seemingly disgusted by the sight of you. Something about it even seems to lash out at you, seeking revenge.

“I can’t believe I thought I saw something in you,” he sighs. “Turns out you’re exactly what everyone warned me you would be—just a plane-boring old Jane. What a joke—wasting so much time on something so worthless. Forget breaking up with me, I should have broken up with you a long time ago.”

He gets up in a rush and bears over the table, both palms laid flat upon the surface.

“Charity case?” he seethes, then conjures a fake laugh and an even faker grin. “I couldn’t have put it better myself. Enjoy sitting here alone like the loser you are.”

And even though you’re the one watching him walk away while ordering a chocolate sundae for yourself, you can’t help but feel sorry for the poor guy… 

That had been the most emotion you’d ever witnessed come from him.

Obviously, he doesn’t take it very well, stumbling through the café before bursting out the door, but even he’s surprised by how disheveled it had made him. He’s hyperventilating when the fresh air hits him, almost sprinting to his car so that he can lock himself inside it.

But the car only makes it worse as he’s far from alone in there. You’re everywhere. On the hood, waiting for him with a smile. In the rearview mirror, waving at him. In the seat next to him with a pout, asking if you can stay over. In the backseat, naked with a coy twinkle in your eye.

He knows! He has some of your underwear at home—he’ll threaten to pass them around campus unless you beg him to take you back. No, what’s he thinking!? You’ll never come back to him that way. Fuck, what can he do, what’s he supposed to do!? He just called you worthless—what that fuck was he thinking?!

The tears startle him as they drip down and splash upon his whitening knuckles, where he grips the wheel for dear life even as the car stays completely still—safe and sound in the same plot.

There’s a light pink lip balm on the dash. Yours. You must have left it there—maybe on purpose? No… you don’t play games like that. You’d been honest in the café. The fact terrifies him—his heart seems to want to reject it at all costs, the way it tears in his chest.

He picks the slim pink stick up and rolls it around in his hand, which can’t seem to stop shaking. You’d sat on his lap in this very seat, laughing at something dumb he’d said while applying the very same balm on his lip—kissing his forehead while saying something sweet. He knows it wasn’t, but he imagines you’d whispered that you loved him.

When he smears the balm around his lips this time, he imagines kissing you and your soft lips and that everpresent smile he never bothered telling you was pretty.

He’s such an idiot. The birds in the parking lot take flight at the jostling of his car, but no one hears the roar.

And as he sits there in the following silence, wallowing in his own self-pity and regret, he can’t help but feel like the lead of some angsty teen romance.

And like the lead in an angsty teen romance, he swears… whatever it takes… he will win you back.

You will be his again.

♡ BNHA – Bakugou, Dabi, Hawks ♡ JJK – Gojo, Naoya, some young type of Sukuna, or Toji ♡ HQ – Tsukishima, Oikawa, Sakusa, Miya twins ♡ BLLK – Reo ♡ AOT – Eren

♡ FEM x M INSERT masterlist ♡ GN x M INSERT masterlist

[akalyndraw]

It's a little late but happy Mother's Day! I take this opportunity to introduce LeoYur's future babies, twins Laia and Lia and little brother Jul. I'll take the opportunity to write about them ^^

It's a good time to remember that Yura's eye color is brown 🤎 the olive green is actually contact lenses (she doesn't see well far away)

Yura and Leona's children:

Twins - Laia (🐆) & Lia (🌺):

Age: 9 years old

Birthday: June 15

Birthplace: Sunset Savanna

Eye color: Esmerald

Hair color: Dark Brown

Favorite Food: Meat (🐆) Lasagna (🌺)

Hobby: Training (🐆) Singing (🌺)

Dislike: Salad(🐆🌺) and insects(🌺)

Younger brother - Jul (🐾):

Age: 7 years old

Birthday: October 8

Birthplace: Sunset Savanna

Eye color: Brown

Hair color: Dark Brown

Favorite Food: Beef liver

Hobby: Read

Dislike: Noise and people talking behind one's back

The twins are a bundle of energy that came into 🌼🦁 life when they least expected it on one of their trips, but it was the greatest joy for both of them. Both have outgoing and curious personalities, Laia can be the more whimsical one. She likes to tease her brother and father, plus she has fun doing little mischiefs here and there, however this gets her in trouble almost every time. On the other hand, Lia is kinder although she follows her sister in her mischief, she is the “voice of conscience” (which Laia never listens to)

They are the female version of their father in appearance.

🐆: She is very smart and strong for her age. She enjoys watching her father's and the rest of Sunset Warrior's workouts. Occasionally she trains by imitating the movements of others, she likes adrenaline and is surprisingly good at leadership (in the future she becomes leader of the Sunset Warrior) Despite her personality she has a good heart.

🌺: cheerful girl, she will always greet you with a smile. Like her sister she is quite intelligent however she prefers to avoid physical training and instead rehearse her singing in the palace gardens next to her mother while she draws. She excels in creativity and perseverance, she often gets into trouble with her sister but you couldn't be too angry with them for too long, you won't resist her puppy look.

The arrival of the little princesses at the palace was a joy for everyone. Cheka and Falena were constantly dropping by as babies to bring them presents. Leona is a bit protective of them so she tries to get them to leave quickly. They are the darlings of the place, if any cookies are missing from the kitchen the chefs already know who they were. Kifaji even let out a few tears when he saw them and they both took his fingers in their little baby hands. Whenever she gets the chance she will spend time with them and tell them stories about their father.

🐾: Unlike his sisters, he has a calm personality and a normally stoic expression. He wants to grow up fast and be like his father, whom he admires a lot because of the stories his mother used to tell him. Despite the admiration and love he feels for his father, he is more attached to his mother, although he tries to act more mature, he is still a child. His ears and tail always give away his true emotions even if he seems disinterested in something.

He secretly asked Kifaji to teach him how to play chess so that he could play with 🦁 later and surprise him. You can find him in the royal library or somewhere quiet reading/studying

He is a polite little gentleman but if he sees his sisters nearby he will run away quickly (they like to bother him, often interrupting his study time)

His magic took quite a while to show up, which made everyone worried since �� lacked magic and they thought he couldn't use it either. It was basically his worst moment, as he always wanted to use magic since he was little and even started hiding to practice more hours.

However, one day he heard some employees talking bad about his mother and since Leona could choose someone better, then he got angry and his magic woke up, making a mess of the surroundings (unintentionally because he still didn't control it).

Yura was left alone with him tending to the small wounds on his arms and they talked. Jul never blamed or felt resentment towards his mom, more than anything, he wanted to be strong to defend her and his sisters. To be a reliable brother and son. Little by little, although it was hard, he practiced with Leona until he mastered his magic power.

I've gone on quite long 😅 but here I leave the basics, I have the story of the three brothers overdeveloped in my mind hehe

As a spoiler they enter NRC in the future!

[dreamsteddie]

I love pre Season 3 Steddie AUs so much because there are so many opportunities for Eddie to be so incredibly jealous of his boyfriend's new best friend, Robin Buckley.

Eddie got so used to Steve spending basically every moment of free time he has with Eddie in some capacity, even if it's just them shooting the shit in the back of Eddies van getting high after a long day and he's come to covet his Steve Time like a precious treasure.

And then all of a sudden Steve has a friend his age??? A friend who doesn't have an 8PM curfew???? What the fuck??????

But Eddie doesn't want to be a toxic, controlling boyfriend who doesn't let his partner have a social life! He really doesn't! And he gets that Steve and Robin went through something together that they won't, can't, share with him and they need each other. But he got so used to having all of Steve's time that whenever he has to spend a Saturday night alone because Robin and Steve are having Boy Time watching a soccer game and talking about their crushes, instead of hitting up his own friends or working on a campaign or whatever he just pines and sighs by the window lamenting about whether or not his beloved will return from the war. Wayne hates it.

When Steve and Eddie see each other the next day having spent literally less than 24 hours apart, Eddie latches on like a limpet and demands to be consoled with a thousand kisses and a grilled cheese sandwich.

Eventually, once Steve and Robin are a little more settled after the events of Starcourt, the three of them start spending more time together as a trio which at least allows Eddie to hold his boyfriend during movie night. Eddie reluctantly admits that Robin is actually really cool and they become fast friends right up until Eddie realized Robin is stealing his boyfriend ON PURPOSE.

It's not all the time but what Eddie has come to learn about Robin Buckley is that she is a menace. She'll real you in with her sweet freckles and charming ramblings but she's always looking for a way to fuck with Eddie, especially if he's wronged her first. Eddie returns a tape without rewinding it? Steve won't be at band practice tomorrow, actually, because Robin needs someone to help with her art project due on Monday. Eddie got Cheeto dust on Robin's favorite sweater? Suddenly Robin and Steve have plans to get drunk and plan a way for Robin to ask Vickie out for Valentine's Day. No boyfriends allowed. Eddie stole Robin's favorite Steve Sweater before she could get to it on movie night? Steve rainchecks Eddie for their bi-weekly Let's Get High date because Robin is conveniently sick. Must be because she didn't have a jacket on movie night.

Once Eddie catches on it becomes a fierce game competition between the both of them. Steve acts like he's none the wiser, but he's secretly lapping up all the attention he's getting.

[aeniiverse]

ENEMIES IRL, GIRLFRIENDS ONLINE

Synopsis — You can't stand Karina. She's your worst enemy. But in the virtual world, she’s your perfect girlfriend, your confidante, and your sweet escape. The only problem? Neither of you knows that the other is secretly behind the screen. Now, with two worlds about to collide, how long can you keep up the charade?

Contains — fluff, enemies to lovers, online dating, light cursing, minor physical contact (hand grabbing/kissing), secondhand embarrassment (karina tripping over a chair), mutual pinning, rushed

WORD COUNT — 3.6k

A/N — this has been in my drafts for a while, bull dozing with fics today 😭🗣️ for context they were a bit suspicious when their girlfriends had the same name as their enemy (I’m just too lazy to write those extra stuff >3<

Karina wasn’t even trying today.

Well, that wasn’t totally true. She was trying, trying to ruin your day, the way she usually did, because it was practically tradition by now.

It didn’t even take effort anymore. She just showed up, said something obnoxious, and you immediately looked at her like you wanted to punch a hole through the floor. Easy. Natural.

Today’s opportunity came when she spotted you at your locker, shoving notebooks into your bag with a frustrated scowl. God, you made it so easy for her sometimes.

"You know," Karina drawled, sauntering up with all the arrogance of someone who thought the hallway was their personal runway, "for someone who acts like they have their life together, you have the organization skills of a dying goldfish."

You whipped your head around, ready to fire back something scathing but then she glanced down at your planner.

Her brain short-circuited.

Because the truth was... your notes weren’t a disaster. They were actually stupidly neat. Color-coded. Perfectly labeled. Pages full of careful handwriting, clean lines, tiny sticky notes poking out like little tabs of responsibility.

Karina opened her mouth, intending to keep roasting you.

Instead, she heard herself blurt:

"Ugh, I hate that you’re actually good at that. It’s... impressive, I guess."

The second the words tumbled out, she felt the ground disappear from under her.

You stared at her like she’d just confessed to murder in the middle of the hallway.

Karina could practically see the confusion flicker across your face the way your brows lifted slightly, the way your mouth opened like you wanted to say something but didn’t know where to start.

Panic took over.

"I mean," Karina said hastily, flapping her hands around like a malfunctioning robot, "it’s not that great. Like. Barely acceptable. Whatever."

You rolled your eyes with an exaggerated groan and slammed your locker shut. "Jesus Christ. You’re exhausting."

And then you brushed past her without another word, your backpack swinging dangerously close to her side as you walked off down the hall.

Karina stood there, frozen like a statue, brain absolutely screaming inside her skull.

"What the hell was that," Karina muttered under her breath, pressing the heels of her palms into her eyes like she could physically erase the last two minutes from existence.

Complimenting you? She complimented you? That was basically treason against herself. Against everything she stood for.

She wasn’t supposed to notice things like your handwriting. Or how focused you looked when you were organizing your things. Or how your stupid hair caught the light when you turned your head.

None of that. Absolutely not.

Karina stomped off down the hall, nearly mowing down a group of freshmen, her mind stuck in an endless screaming loop.

"I can’t have feelings for her," she hissed under her breath, dragging her fingers through her hair. "That would be cheating. I have a girlfriend. Online. A very real, very important girlfriend."

A girlfriend who she texted every night before bed. Who called her "babe" and sent her dumb memes and told her she was cute.

Someone who didn’t make her want to rip her own hair out in rage and confusion every time they interacted.

...Right?

Karina shook her head like she could physically knock the thoughts out.

No. No. No.

She didn’t like you. She hated you. That was the foundation of the universe. If she started liking you now, the world would probably implode.

Maybe she was just malfunctioning. A temporary brain glitch.

Maybe if she ignored it hard enough, it would go away

She tried to focus during her next class, but her brain had other plans.

The teacher was explaining something about chemical bonds, and Karina was busy reliving the scene in her head, cringing harder with every second.

Your face when she said it.

The way you paused, almost like you didn’t know if you should be flattered or insulted.

The way you looked back at her, suspicious but... curious.

Karina slumped down in her seat, letting her forehead hit the desk with a soft thunk.

Her lab partner side-eyed her but wisely said nothing.

Lunch was somehow even worse.

She sat with her usual friends, poking at her food without any real appetite, zoning out so badly that Ningning had to physically throw a grape at her forehead to get her attention.

"Earth to Karina," Ningning said, leaning forward with a mischievous glint in her eye. "You’ve been staring at your mashed potatoes for ten minutes.

What’s up? Secretly plotting murder?"

Karina grimaced. "No. Worse."

"Spill."

Karina considered lying. For about three seconds.

Then she groaned and dropped her head onto the table. "I accidentally complimented her."

There was a beat of silence.

Then laughter. Loud, unrelenting, evil laughter from all sides of the table.

"You what?" Ningning choked out between cackles.

"It wasn’t even a good compliment," Karina grumbled into the table. "It just slipped out. I said she was... impressive or something. I don’t know. I blacked out."

Giselle wiped tears from her eyes, still giggling. "Bro, you’re doomed."

"I know," Karina groaned. "I can’t believe I said it. I can’t believe I think—"

She cut herself off before the words “I think she’s actually really pretty when she’s mad” could escape her mouth.

God.

She was so doomed.

After lunch, Karina wandered through the rest of her classes in a zombie-like daze.

Every time she tried to focus on her work, her brain betrayed her replaying your face, your stupid confused frown, the way your voice sounded when you called her an idiot and walked away like you weren’t secretly a little flustered too.

By the end of the day, she was ready to drop out of school and join a traveling circus. Anything to escape the mortifying reality of her existence.

Karina kicked a pebble down the sidewalk as she trudged home, hoodie pulled up over her head to hide from the world.

Maybe she could just ghost you from now on. Avoid you until the end of time. Sure, it would make school life incredibly inconvenient, but it was either that or risk accidentally flirting with you again. (And she was terrifyingly aware of how close she already was.)

Karina shoved her hands deep into her pockets, scowling at the ground.

She couldn’t have a crush on you. She had a girlfriend. She was in a relationship.

Even if it was just online... it still counted.

Right?

But then her mind, evil and traitorous, whispered:

But what if she’s even better in real life?

Karina groaned out loud and picked up the pace, practically speed-walking down the street like she could outrun her feelings.

Tomorrow would be a new day.

Tomorrow she’d go back to being normal.

Tomorrow she’d totally not think about how you looked when you rolled your eyes or how her heart had stuttered a little when you brushed past her.

Tomorrow.

(Probably.)

The night was quiet, the kind of calm that only a late evening could bring. You sat on your bed, phone in hand, still feeling the lingering awkwardness from earlier that day. Karina had complimented you sort of but then she immediately tried to backtrack. “I hate that you’re actually good at that. It’s... impressive, I guess,” she had said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. But there was a weird hesitation before she scrambled to cover it up with, “I mean, it’s not that great.”

You had rolled your eyes, annoyed, but also confused. Karina was always sarcastic, always throwing out jabs like she was trying to keep her distance. But something about that moment didn’t sit right. She didn’t usually throw compliments like that, and it stuck with you more than you cared to admit.

Now, as you scrolled through your phone, you tapped out a message to Karina, who had no idea you were talking about her. You leaned back against the headboard, trying to shake off the unease that had settled in your chest.

“Ugh, this girl I hate acted super weird today. It was lowkey suspicious. One minute she’s all sarcastic, and the next she’s complimenting me like we’re friends or something. Is that normal?”

The little typing bubble popped up almost instantly. “You won’t believe what happened today. I accidentally complimented the devil incarnate,” Karina's message read. You snorted. Of course, she was ranting about you, and you had no idea.

Karina took a bit longer to Send another message and you imagined her pacing around her room like she always did when she was annoyed or deep in thought. “Ugh, don’t remind me. I honestly don’t know what came over me. I can’t have feelings for her. Not when I have a girlfriend online... That would be cheating, right?”

You chuckled at her dramatic tone, even though you had no idea she was talking about you. “It’s almost like you’re losing your touch, Karina. You used to be so good at pretending you didn’t care. Now you’re out here giving compliments like some softy.”

Her reply came quickly, as if she’d been waiting for the chance to snap back. “Shut up. I don't even like her. She’s... annoying. But you’re right. I shouldn’t be nice to her. That’s how she wins.”

“Yeah, exactly. She probably thinks you’re all buddy-buddy now.” You rolled your eyes.

You set your phone down for a second, thinking about your day. Karina’s weird compliment, the way it felt like she’d almost meant it... It stuck with you more than it should have. It was annoying. She was just Karina, the girl you couldn’t stand, and you couldn’t let her get to you.

But then your phone buzzed again, pulling you out of your thoughts. You looked at the screen. Karina had sent another message.

“I feel like we’d get along better in person, y’know? It’s been two months...” Her message made you pause, and you leaned forward, rereading it.

“What do you mean?” you typed back, even though you already had a guess. “Are you saying we should actually meet up?”

You could almost feel her hesitation from the words that followed. “I mean, why not? We’ve been talking for two months now. Isn’t that enough? We could just... grab coffee or something.” She sounded almost nervous, a little unsure of herself. You liked that side of her.

You had to admit, the idea of seeing her in person, after all this time, was tempting. But you didn’t want to seem too eager.

“Well, it might be nice. I’ve been wondering what you’re like in real life. Maybe we’d actually get along even better in person,” you texted. “No pressure though.”

You were lying to yourself a little. The truth was, you were dying to meet her, to finally see who she really was. After all this time, you felt like you knew a lot about her, but at the same time, nothing about her was as real as the image you’d built in your mind.

Her typing bubble popped up, and you waited, heart pounding a little faster than it should. “Yeah, maybe you’re right. I could actually use a break from all the... online stuff. It feels a little weird talking like this all the time and never meeting. But, uh, how would we even meet?”

You thought for a moment, trying to keep the suggestion light. “What if we just met at a café or something? It’s no big deal, just a chill hangout. We’ve been talking for so long... I don’t know, seems like it’s time to finally meet.”

You waited for her response, tapping your fingers on the screen, pretending to be casual when your heart was racing. What was she going to say? What if she backed out? Or worse, what if you saw her and didn’t feel the same connection?

You didn’t have to wait long. “Yeah, okay. Let’s do it. Just... don’t expect anything too crazy, alright? It’s just a meetup, not a date, or whatever.”

You smirked at her message. Of course, she’d try to play it cool. “Sure, sure. It’s just coffee. No big deal.”

“Right. Just coffee,” she replied, and then added, “But, uh, can we not exchange real names or photos? We’re mystery girlfriends for a reason, right?”

You laughed out loud at that. She was right, of course. You had both spent two months carefully hiding behind the anonymity of the internet. Neither of you had shared real names, pictures, or anything too personal. It had been part of the fun.

“Yeah, I’m not about to break the mystery girlfriend vibe,” you typed back. “But I’ll see you at the café, then?”

“Yep. See you there. Just don’t be weird about it.”

You chuckled and put your phone down, your heart still racing a little. The idea of finally seeing Karina in person was both terrifying and exciting, and you weren’t sure what you were more nervous about. But it didn’t matter, because the date was set. Tomorrow after school, you would meet her, and things would never be the same.

The next day felt like it dragged on forever. You couldn’t focus in class, couldn’t stop thinking about the upcoming meet-up. Would Karina be just as snarky in person? Would she look the way you imagined her? Or would she be totally different from the version of her you’d built in your head?

When the bell finally rang, you grabbed your things and rushed to the café. The anticipation built with every step. You reached the door and paused for a moment, taking a deep breath before walking inside.

The cafe was quiet for a moment, the soft hum of background chatter filling the air as you approached the table. Your heart was pounding in your chest, your nerves making you jittery. You hadn’t expected to actually feel this nervous about meeting her. But as your eyes landed on Karina sitting at the corner, scrolling through her phone, everything froze. Then it all clicked. The same Karina online was the same Karina in real life. The one you thought you absolutely hated with your heart.

She looked up and for the briefest second, you saw the color drain from her face. Her eyes widened, and before you could even say anything, she bolted.

It all happened so fast. One second, she was there, and the next, the chair at her table was knocked over, hitting the ground with a loud crash. The customers around you glanced up in confusion, some trying to stifle their giggles. You just sat there, stunned, processing what had just happened. Did Karina really just... run out of the café?

Before you could think it through, your feet were already moving. you dashed out of the cafe, your pulse racing. You barely registered the cold air hitting your face as you pushed open the door, eyes scanning the street for her.

She was fast, but so were you, and soon enough, you spotted her just ahead, her back to you, her movements stiff and hurried. Without thinking, you quickened your pace, reaching out to grab her wrist and stop her in her tracks.

Karina flinched at the touch, pulling her arm back in a hurry, her eyes darting around, not daring to meet yours. You stepped in front of her, blocking her way, your breath coming out in short bursts. “Karina, what the hell? Why did you run?”

She refused to look at you, her voice barely a whisper. “You weren’t supposed to be you...”

The words made no sense. You were confused, genuinely concerned, and yet there was this strange vulnerability in her posture that made your chest tighten. This wasn’t the Karina you knew the sarcastic, confident girl who never showed an ounce of weakness. This was different.

“Karina,” you said, softer this time, trying to get her to meet your eyes. “What’s going on?”

But she just shook her head, her shoulders stiff. Whatever this was, she wasn’t ready to talk about it yet. And for the first time, you weren’t sure whether you should push her or let her have the space she clearly needed.

The silence between you both stretched on, and you stood there, wondering what would happen next.

You stood there in the street, the tension between you and Karina thick enough to cut with a knife. Her back was still turned to you, her shoulders rigid, and every moment she remained silent only made the confusion swell inside you. What the hell had just happened? She’d literally run out of the café, and now she was acting like she was too embarrassed to even face you.

“Karina,” you called again, your voice firm. “Why did you run?”

The words came out of her mouth before she could even think, rushed and raw, almost like they were coming from somewhere deep inside her, a place she’d tried to bury for far too long. “I thought... I thought I hated you,” she blurted out, her tone shaky and uncertain. “But I liked you online. I liked you so much it made me feel guilty because I thought I was starting to like you in real life too and now you’re the same person, and I don’t know what to do.”

Her words hit you like a punch to the gut. You stood there, completely stunned by her admission. Karina was spiraling, completely embarrassed by what she’d said, and in that moment, she tried to step around you again, as if she could just walk away from it all and pretend it hadn’t happened.

But you weren’t going to let her. Not this time.

You reached out to her again, grabbing her wrist gently but firmly to stop her from walking away. Her body tensed under your touch, but she didn’t pull away. “Hey,” you said, a soft laugh escaping your lips. It wasn’t mocking, just overwhelmed by the absurdity of the situation. “You’re such an idiot.”

Her eyes shot to yours, wide and confused, as if she hadn’t expected you to respond like that. “What?” she murmured, still avoiding your gaze.

“I liked you too,” you said, your words coming out easily now, like you’d been wanting to say them for longer than you realized. “Even before I knew it was you. And yeah, I guess I hated you a little too, but it was more like I hated how much I... liked you.”

Karina’s breath caught in her throat, her face flushing a deep red as her eyes locked onto yours for the first time since she’d run out of the café. She opened her mouth to say something, but the words never came. Instead, there was a long, charged pause, one where neither of you knew exactly what to do or say next. Her chest rose and fell quickly as if she were still struggling to breathe, and in that moment, you both felt it the weight of everything unspoken between you, the tension, the closeness.

Before either of you could chicken out or let the awkwardness swallow you, you leaned in. It was almost instinctive, like your body had made the decision for you, and you couldn’t stop it. You pressed your lips to hers, the kiss soft at first, like a question, a testing of waters neither of you had dared to explore.

Karina froze for a split second, her body stiff, before she finally relaxed into it, kissing you back with a desperation that you hadn’t expected. It wasn’t perfect. It was messy, uncoordinated, but it felt... right. Like this was the thing both of you had been waiting for, but hadn’t known how to take the first step. It was raw and full of feelings neither of you could articulate in words. Every second of it was electric, and as you pulled away, you both stood there, breathless and flushed, staring at each other.

Karina was the first to speak, her voice uncharacteristically small as she mumbled, “This doesn’t mean I like you at school.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, the sound light and carefree as you teased her, nudging her shoulder with yours. “Come on, girlfriend,” you said, a grin tugging at your lips as you grabbed her hand and started walking down the street, your fingers intertwined in a way that felt surprisingly natural.

Karina huffed in protest, but she didn’t pull away. Instead, she gave you a sideways glance, her face still flushed and a little sheepish. “I don’t know if I’m ready for this,” she muttered, but there was no conviction in her words. Her fingers tightened around yours, betraying the soft smile on her face.

“You don’t have to be ready,” you said with a shrug, pulling her along a little faster. “We’ve been doing this ‘I like you’ thing for two months now. No going back.”

She gave you a half-hearted glare, but there was a hint of amusement in her eyes. “You’re lucky I like you too,” she said, her voice quiet but soft.

You squeezed her hand, grinning like an idiot as you walked down the street together. It was awkward, sure, but it was also... exactly what you both needed. And even though Karina still had that slightly uncomfortable look on her face, you could tell she was starting to relax, starting to let herself enjoy this new chapter with you. You weren’t enemies anymore, not in the same way at least. And who knows? Maybe this whole thing was just the beginning of something more than either of you had expected.

But for now, as you walked side by side, both of you awkwardly giddy and still trying to process everything that had just happened.

[hismercytomyjustice]

Can I just say how much I adore the domesticity Lee Majdoub brings to his role as Agent Stone?

Especially knowing how he approached the role as him and Robotnik both being orphans, which gave them a point of connection from the very beginning.

Sure, his character could look at him and just be in awe of his brilliance (even tho our boy Stone canonically has 1 IQ point higher than him) or just fall over himself to appease him. But he doesn’t.

It might look like he does. He’s constantly bending over backwards to accommodate him and take care of him, but it’s not because he’s a mindless sycophant. It’s because he knows what it’s like to be alone and he doesn’t want Robotnik to feel that way anymore.

When we first meet Robotnik, everything about him is all shiny and chrome. But as Stone becomes more involved in the series, we see all these soft little touches being added. He takes those sterile spaces and makes them an actual home with additions like the granny square blanket.

(It’s not confirmed but regardless the man has shown he’s proficient in the textile arts, dammit. And who else is that crab is gonna make a granny square blanket?! WHO???!!!)

He cooks, he cleans, he tailors, he makes coffee, he helps him with his evil plans, he supports him and his dreams, he takes care of him.

Most importantly, he’s there for him, no matter what.

Robotnik consistently laments the fact he never had a family throughout the series, but he does.

Agent Stone took the time to learn how to do all of these things and also to share them with Robotnik. Because he understands home and family are what you make, not about who you share genes with.

And like, even when Robotnik bounces to go hang out with his long lost grandpa, Stone’s only concern is that he’s not being completely honest with him and that Robotnik could get hurt and he’s right.

He doesn’t tell him to stop spending time with him or that he shouldn’t care about him. He knows how much Robotnik has always craved a familial connection and now he has one! He’s willing to step back, even though it pains him, so Robotnik can realize that dream.

And when he’s proven right, he doesn’t gloat or act betrayed (even though tbh he has every reason to). He’s still there for him. Because Robotnik is his family.

The movies are all about found family and how, even if you lose the people important to you, that doesn’t mean you’ll never find someone to love and be loved by in return. We see that with both Sonic and Shadow. And especially in Maria’s quote about how “The light shines, even though the star is gone.”

Love is a choice. How you express love is a choice. This is especially true in the third movie. Robotnik’s grandfather is ready to burn everything to the ground so everyone else knows how Maria was taken too soon and feels his pain. But he had an opportunity to build a new relationship with his other grandchild. To take the love he had for Maria and her love for him and to share it with Robotnik. He can choose to love and be loved in return.

It’s not like Robotnik doesn’t freely give him his love. Even when his grandpa is about to straight up murder him, he still has a moment where he wants to tell him he loves him. Even after all his grandpa has to say to him is “You’re no Maria.”

(TOP TEN ANIME BETRAYALS OF ALL TIME)

Stone and Maria are great parallels too. Robotnik in the first movie feels so removed from humanity. His #1 priority is himself. And I think if he’d met his grandpa in the first movie, before he’d built his relationship with Stone, he truly would’ve believed his grandfather when he said, “There’s no one down there who cares about you.”

Instead he sacrifices himself (hopefully he‘s still alive somehow, please please please) for the sake of humanity. Or, tbh for the sake of his real family. He murked his grandpa without batting an eye the second he realized Stone was in danger.

We see this paralleled with Sonic too after Tom is hurt. He lets his grief and fear get the better of him and he initially makes the same decision as Shadow and Gerald did. He chooses to act in hurt and anger. Shadow calls him out on it too, telling him he made the same choice to take revenge, regardless of what the people he loves would actually want him to do.

IDK MAN. I just love these movies so much and I HAVE SO MANY FEELINGS. T^T

[miajooz]

★ Do I Wanna Know? ★ (part 2)

overview 𖦹 - After the concert, the drive back to the Airbnb was rough. Things were confessed, especially back in Ellie’s room where you learned how much she was actually obsessed with you.

warnings 𖦹 - obsessive behavior, sub!reader, dom!ellie, thigh riding, fingering r!receiving, darcyphellia, strap usage r!receiving, swearing, dirty talk, first time (reader), throat fucking, ect.

𖦹 8.2k words chapter one here

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The drive to the Airbnb was a fucking mess. As soon as you got into the car with Ellie, you couldn’t keep your hands off each other. You were in a limousine since Dina and Jesse wanted to feel fancy — their ideas were good for once.

Jesse and Dina were drinking quite a bit, it was an after concert routine. It took the stress off, who would miss such an opportunity? They were on the other side of the limousine, laughing, drinking, and acting like complete clueless idiots. You felt bad for the drivers who had to deal with this shit.

While you and Ellie were in the back, her hand was tracing small circles on your thighs, it was a torturous gesture. You wanted to pounce on her and let her have her way with you, but not in a car, you’d have to wait. Occasionally, she would grab the plush of your thighs instead of caressing them, she wanted to hold your thighs like that and eat you out, she was imagining so many filthy things.

To say Ellie had been wanting this was an understatement, shit, she would’ve initiated something so much sooner if she wasn’t a pussy. Now that things actually bloomed, though, she couldn’t be stopped. She had eyes for you, and she’d make sure you knew that.

Ellie would make sure you know how much she actually liked you, make you feel how much desire she felt for you deep in her core. She’d make you fall apart, completely throw away the dynamic you had for the band. Not even a bullshit band label could save you this time, no, this was serious now.

This wasn’t just a simple crush, it had been years. It was years of yearning and wishing it could be something more, it was years of knowing you felt the same way and having to maintain a degree of self control. But she didn’t need self control anymore, there was no need for that. She thanked Jesse and Dina in her head for this opportunity, she would make the most out of it.

Meanwhile, you were questioning everything you thought you knew about yourself. As someone who was a control freak and liked things to go your way, you didn’t feel very in control. Just the emanation of her seemed so calculated, it was almost as if this was planned.

You didn’t want to overthink it, your stomach was already doing backflips. It was as if your whole body catered to everything you thought she wanted, something inside you wanted to please her. Even as teenagers you had that need deep inside that wanted that validation.

Perhaps it was family issues, perhaps it was just your personality, or maybe it was something deeper. Maybe it was the fact you were so head over heels for Ellie you’d do anything. Learning how to sing to be able to participate in a hobby with her? That was all too easy. These feelings ran so much deeper than you thought, after that kiss you shared in front of that crowd of people, you knew you were absolutely fucked.

Ellie watched your expression, she could see how you were deep in thought. She felt confident, confident because she knew you were thinking about her. 12 years of friendship lead up to this, the wait was worth it.

You looked at Ellie when she grabbed your thigh for the millionth time that moment, it was like she was prying you open — like she wanted to devour you whole but was holding back. That thought made you feel tingly, you wanted her to devour you.

“Come here.” Ellie said, you nearly flinched at the random break in silence. Sure, Jesse and Dina were hollering on the other side of the vehicle, but it was all tuned out in your ears.

“What?” You were confused, you were pressed against her side, what did she mean ‘come here.’ Your knees were pressed together, her arm was draped over your lap while caressing your thighs — you hoped she’d give you a rough idea so you could oblige.

“Come here, y/n.” She said in a raspier voice, under it you could hear need. The kind of need that was simply impatience amplified. It was desire at its finest, and it was all for you.

Before you could even go into action, Ellie was already moving. She wrapped her arm around your waist tightly and pulled you into her lap. Ellie’s grip around your waist was firm as she held you there, trying to get closer to you. You were flush against her, your chest crushing your hands since they were gripping the bagginess of her t-shirt. You adjusted to wrap your arms around her, not able to peel your eyes away from hers. They were so mesmerizing, everything about her mesmerized you.

“Just like that.” Ellie rasped, looking up at you like you were a work of art. In her eyes you were a work of art, an angel that she wanted to herself. A figure that she wanted to make her own, she wanted you to be hers for years. It was pathetic how obsessed she was, but then again, that many years of built up feelings never ended in a pretty fashion.

“Ellie, this should wait. We aren’t even alone yet.” You tried to reason, glancing back to look at Dina and Jesse who were barely conscious. Even if they were passed out drunk, you couldn’t do such ungodly things with other people around.

“Wait, for what? I haven’t done anything, sweetheart.” Oh no, sweetheart. What a name to hear come out of her unfairly perfect lips, it rolled off her tongue so well you were folding. Ellie was thriving, the feeling of your thighs against hers was making her heartbeat quicken.

“Don’t act stupid. You know good and well what you’re doing, where’d your public decency go, huh?” You raised an eyebrow at her, there was no actual seriousness in your voice. It was tender, you were harboring so many emotions at that moment but you didn’t know how to go about expressing them.

Ellie looked amused by this, she scoffed and ran her hands up and down your sides, clicking her tongue, thinking of a smart ass comment to reply with. “My public decency was gone the moment your ass decided we started a band. Or maybe the moment I kissed you on stage earlier.”

She peppered soft kisses down your throat, the feeling made your thighs tingly. Your pulse was out of control, even more so when she graced it with a soft kiss.

“Do you have any idea how long I’ve been wanting something like this? That band just made it more public, but don’t get me wrong — I love our band” She said against your neck, you could feel her grinning against your skin. The feeling made you hazy, it was addicting.

You let out a gentle sigh, Jesse and Dina were passed out. You didn’t know how far the Airbnb was, but you hoped it was close. “I’ve wanted this too, just as much as you have.”

In response, Ellie clicked her tongue. Just as much as her? You had no idea what you were doing to yourself. There’s no way she’d let such an opportunity slip away, she couldn’t. Not when it was this perfect, not when she could pull you into her lap with no fear of fucking it all up.

“No, baby. You have no idea, do you even know what I’m going to do to you when we get back to that Airbnb?”

You could feel your stomach clench, oh, the woman Ellie was. You wanted to be surprised, but it was worth it to ask since you were in a car for god knows how much longer. “I don’t know, what do you plan on doing?”

The question was practically useless, Ellie would much rather show you anyways. Ellie maneuvered you a bit on her lap, so you were balanced more on one thigh. You tightened your grip on her, afraid you’d fall off the seat and ruin such a moment. Before you could even think further, Ellie started bouncing her leg up and down. Your breath immediately hitched, why now?

“I’m gonna make you fucking scream, I want my name ingrained in your throat when I’m done with you. I’ve wanted to hear you moan my name for years, rest assured, it’ll happen — more than once.” She continued to bounce her knee up and down, it hit your clit deliciously almost every time. It was a small, torturous amount of friction — but it set a pace.

You were breathing heavily, it wasn’t enough friction to make you moan, but it was pleasurable. “God dammit, Ellie. What the hell are we?” You questioned in a breathy tone, it was a deep question but the desperation in your voice diminished that negativity.

“Doesn’t matter, that’s an issue for later. There’s no use in overthinking it, you wanna feel good, right?” Ellie questioned in return, you accepted that answer. You weakly nodded in response, your breathy tone was too humiliating.

The bouncing of her leg continued, you couldn’t help but grind on her thigh in response. You didn’t have enough self control, it was impossible to keep your pleasure so limited — you were feeling greedy. Ellie didn’t seem to mind, she grabbed your hips and helped you move, every bounce of her leg made you jolt.

Pleasure started to build now that a good pace was going, more so when the limousine hit a bump — that was too much. You were panting now, the friction on your clit was so good, the wetness in your panties was so noticeable. You could feel the cold slickness against your own folds, thankful that there was a barrier between your cunt and Ellie’s thigh.

“Shh, you have to keep quiet right now. If you’re too loud I’ll stop. I wanna hear you later.” She cooed, her voice so smooth in a way it turned you on more. It’s like she knew exactly what would turn you on, it made you wonder how she knew such information.

At this point you were humping Ellie’s leg like an animal, her hands were placed on your hips tightly so you wouldn’t fall off. All muffles or moans that dared to crawl out of your throat were muffled — your face was buried in Ellie’s neck. You felt so good, and Ellie was practically drooling upon seeing you act so desperate, she loved seeing you chase your pleasure like that.

All was well until the car came to an abrupt stop — you were sure you were parked outside the Airbnb. Jesse and Dina felt the stop, they awakened but were too far gone to look in your direction yet. The whole car smelt like alcohol, but Ellie’s cologne was the thing you smelt the strongest.

“Stop, baby. Slow down, we’re gonna continue in my room. You can’t cum right now anyways.” Ellie said to you seductively, her breath on your ear made you shiver and clench around nothing. Reluctantly, you got off her lap, watching the driver open the car door. Jesse and Dina looked absolutely wasted, you couldn’t just leave them despite how bad you wanted your best friend to fuck the daylights out of you in that moment.

Dina started scooting towards the exit of the vehicle, you immediately went to help her so she didn’t fall flat on her face. You gently grabbed her arm and looked back at Ellie. “You got Jesse?”

Ellie looked amused, her tongue was on the inside of her cheek as she stood up. “Sure, fucking bottleasses.” She helped Jesse stumble out of the car, nodding to the driver in appreciation. Dina was capable of walking partially by herself, you didn’t know of that was from tolerance or responsibility. When you approached the door, you fumbled with your purse, trying to find where you put the keycard.

It was almost a blessing you couldn’t find it, because Ellie helped. She abandoned Jesse, letting him crash to the floor as she immediately went to help you instead. You heard him yell “Oh shit!” on his way down. You wanted to protest and tell her that she was a dick for letting him fall but you had no time. she stood behind you, your back almost against her chest. “You’re hopeless. I got it.”

She pulled the keycard out of her wallet and reached around you to unlock the door. Once unlocked, she pushed it open and ushered you inside. You were in shambles, you made a mental note to always lose your keycard or key everytime you guys went to the same place.

You and Ellie helped your drunk friends into the house, pulling them towards the couch. You maneuvered Dina to sit on the couch, and Ellie practically pushed Jesse. You looked at her with surprise, shaking your head and sighing.

“Leaving them to sit up like that and sleep, evil. The neck pain tomorrow will be horrendous.” Ellie said. but made no attempts to fix it. You tried your best to situate them more comfortably, but it was impossible.

You clicked your tongue since, glancing at Ellie now. “Well, maybe they’ll come to their senses at three in the morning.” You replied, feeling a bit concerned.

Ellie snaked her arm around your waist, you’d almost forgot what the two of you had planned. Well — no plan — the only plan being you wanted to fuck in Ellie’s bedroom.

“I hope not, you’ll still be screaming at three in the morning.” You felt a shaky sigh leave you, unsure if you’d even make it the 10 feet to the bedroom. That sounded like a rough but also amazing experience. Your thoughts were interrupted when Ellie started pulling you towards the bedroom. You eagerly followed.

As soon as you entered the bedroom and shut the door, both of your restraints had vanished. It was nearly in sync the way you spun to face each other and immediately crash your lips together.

“I need you so bad, Ellie. Please.” You said breathlessly, breaking the kiss to express your need for her. What you were begging for was unknown, you just knew you needed it.

“If you cooperate you’ll get what you want, sweetheart.” She replied, the nickname rolling off her tongue in a sultry way. Your lips crashed against each other again. You wrapped your arms around her, and she wrapped her arms around you in return. Ellie pulled you as close as physically possible, you were on fire at this point. The air was filled with a hot, ambiance, one of sheer need and harbored lust.

You continued to passionately make out, sucking each other’s tongues. You were clawing at the back of her shirt, trying to get a grip but you were unable to. All that restraint and self control was nonexistent, all you could think about is how much you adored Ellie’s tongue down your fucking throat. Ellie had one hand on your lower back and the other on the back of your neck. She was holding you closely with a death grip, practically shoving her tongue down your throat in a ridiculously needy matter. “Mmh, fuck..”

Ellie had always imagined what you’d taste like, how your saliva would taste when it mixed with hers. It was so much better than she imagined, every soft moan, every gasp, it was all so addicting. She didn’t want to pull away, she wanted to make out with you and have no other responsibilities. Perhaps it was the fact that wasn’t possible that made it so pleasurable.

The hand on your neck slid to the back of your head instead, her fingers tangled through your hair. If there was a heaven, this was it. You had both been dreaming about this for so long it made this so much better. You were losing your mind, the sensations were driving you mad. Ellie pulled away for a brief moment, looking over your face. You were both panting heavily, lips red and swollen from the force of your kissing.

“I can’t wait to see how wet you are. That’ll taste so much better.” Ellie tangled her fingers further in your hair, tugging your head back harshly. This earned her a yelp in surprise, but you relished in how it felt to have your hair pulled like that. She had a tight grip on your hair, as she kissed the corner of your mouth a couple times. From there, her lips traveled down to your jawline and neck, leaving soft kisses and occasionally bites.

Ellie placed a gentle kiss on your pulse, her lips lingering there for awhile. After stalling for a moment, she bit down on the skin and sucked on it, working to leave a hickey right on your pulse. Your hands immediately flew to the back of her head, unable to see her. You didn’t have to see her to know that she was smiling, you could feel it. It was almost sadistic how much she got off from that. She loved the way your slightly pained gasp crept out of your throat.

“Do you have any idea how long I’ve been to do this? Do you know how long I’ve wanted to ruin your perfect neck?” She asked, her voice slightly muffled by your collarbone. You felt so hazy, your mind was clouded with lust. The question was hard to process, all you could focus on was the needy ache in your cunt.

Ellie smiled against your neck again, giving your hair a hard tug. That action elicited a yelp from you, the stinging on your scalp was there. She cupped your cheeks with one hand, pulling your face down to look at her in the eyes. She was enjoying this far too much — this isn’t how you thought it’d go, but you weren’t complaining.

“I asked you a question, baby.” She almost condescendingly. This was so different from the Ellie you knew, now that it was like this — things would never be the same. “Are you speechless from a hickey? What kind of people have you been fucking? You poor thing.” She was so obviously teasing you, and you loved it.

“I don’t..I don’t know..” You managed, a response to her first question. Ellie tugged your hair again and you moaned, she fucking loved that. That moan, she had been fantasizing about that for so long. she backed you up closer to a wall so she could slide her leg between your thighs. You were falling apart, you couldn’t imagine how it’d be when you two got further.

“You don’t know? Really? Years, for years. I’ve fantasized about fucking the shit out of you, I’ve touched myself to the thought more than I care to admit.” You were shocked to hear her confess such a personal thing, but a secret like that wasn’t relevant to keep anymore. Not at this point.

Since you were confessing now, you had something to say too. “I hump my pillow sometimes and pretend it’s you.” You confessed, not much shame in your voice. Ellie seemed satisfied, her leg pressing against your clothed cunt with a satisfying amount of pressure.

“Is that right? That’s all? You’re gonna make me feel bad..” She laughed, placing another soft kiss on your neck, she roughly grabbed you and pushed you towards the bed — you relished in the way she manhandled you. You craved more of it, you’d let her to anything to you. Ellie shoved you down onto the bed, the wind was nearly knocked out of you from the force. She climbed on top of you, fingers caressing your abdomen and the side of your neck.

You were curious now — what else did she do? You were a bit concerned, but interested. “Don’t feel bad, baby. Confess.” Your voice was soothing, and you could see it had an effect on her. Calling her such a name felt so right, even if she was still technically just your best friend. Ellie immediately started to pull up your tanktop, wanting to see you shirtless below her.

“I don’t feel bad, maybe thats the problem.” Her hands were tracing along the edge of your bra gently, it was almost teasing. “I don’t feel bad for the fact I have drawings of you sleeping, or the ones I have of you in that pink bikini you wear every summer.”

You didn’t feel disturbed by her confession, but you felt like she was hiding sometime — she definitely did more. She slid her hands behind your back, you arched your back a bit for easy access. “Drawings? I thought it’d be worse.”

Ellie laughed, her hand moving to unclip the back of your bra. You helped her slide it off, and she threw it across the room. She looked down at your bare chest and whistled, her hands tracing your under boobs. “I mean, I’ve watched you masturbate.”

The way she said it — like it was a normal thing to do. You looked extremely shocked, which Ellie seemed into revel in. She grabbed one of your boobs and gently squeezed it, running her thumb tortuously over your nipple. You let out a soft gasp in response, which only fueled her more.

“Don’t act so surprised. Doing it in the same room as me isn’t subtle.” Ellie said, pinching your nipple gently and getting you to sigh pleasantly. You looked up at her in utter disbelief, she watched you masturbate? The same room — that must’ve been when you first moved in together and both slept in the living room.

You felt so exposed and almost dirty, but that didn’t matter when she was rubbing your nipple and looking at you like you were prey. Plus, a part of you liked the idea of her seeing you in such a way.

“Ellie, that’s..” You started, trying to find the words in your hazy mind. “..Strange”

Ellie’s other hand started to play with your boobs, relishing in the feeling of the skin against her hands and your hard nipples pressed against her palms. ���It’s so strange, completely shameful. But I couldn’t help myself, not after seeing your face.”

She shifted her body, moving to bring her face closer to your left nipple. Ellie removed her hand from the bud, replacing it with her tongue. You groaned in response, gently running your hands through her hair.

“And? What did you think when you watched me?” You asked, pushing words out through your heavy breathing.

Ellie looked up a bit from your breasts, her tongue swirling over the bud of your nipple She pulled away for a moment and smiled at you, her tongue pressed against her cheek. “I thought of how I could make you cum so much harder.”

A shiver of arousal ran down your spine and straight to your cunt. Fuck, she had such a way of words when things got heated. This wasn’t the awkward best friend you knew and loved, this was so much different. You’d never thought she’d think of you this way, or even consider wanting to fuck you. But here you were, laying on this bed and letting her play with you.

“Are you gonna back that up? I’ll believe it when I see it.” You challenged, trying to salvage any control you had.

Ellie laughed, pinching your nipple harder and making you whine and writhe under her hands. “Oh you have no idea.” She gently kneaded your breast in her hand. “I’ve always wanted to see how soaked I could get you, or see juices just fucking spill out of you.”

She moved a hand down and pressed on your clothed cunt, slipping her hand under the waistband of your pants. She placed two fingers on your cloth covered cunt, her fingers gliding up and down — feeling the wetness. You writhed, maybe as an attempt to get more friction.

“You’re soaked already, you’re too fucking easy, babe.” Ellie’s voice was so seductively degrading, it made you shiver and clench around nothing. You were panting with need, looking at her like a plant who craves sunlight. Yet instead, you craved her fingers stretching you out. You craved the feeling of those rough, calloused, fingers, in your sopping hole. The roughness of her hands and the soft inside of your gummy like walls would be life changing — you knew it.

“Fuck..” Is all you could manage, though it was mainly just a sigh. Ellie took her hand out of your pants earning her a whine from you involuntarily. She clicked her tongue and moved her hands to the arch of your back, urging you to help maneuver your pants off.

You lifted your hips up and helped her work your pants off, immediately trying to buck your hips towards her so you could feel something. Your clit was throbbing with need, your whole cunt was just pulsing in sheer desire.

Ellie moved further down your body, gripping the plush of your thighs and forcing your legs open further. She looked at the wet spot in your panties and scoffed. “Shit, baby. Is that how bad you want me to fuck you?”

Before you could say anything, Ellie licked a long strip up your panty covered cunt, it was a small taste of you. You writhe and shivered, the whole sensation and sight was unexpected

“Ellie—!” You were cut off by a hand clasped over your mouth. The two of you made eye contact, the tension was so heavy. It was comical the way tension bloomed with the both of you, especially on that stage earlier.

“Shut it, do you want Dina and Jesse to hear how pathetic you are? hm? is that what you want?” she coaxed, placing a small kiss on the spot she licked. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that, I’ve only done that with your clean ones.”

Your breath hitched, what was she talking about? You were starting to get the idea that she was much more obsessed than you thought. But a part of you liked it, you’d never felt so desired in your life. Ellie had that effect, though, she always made you feel wanted — in friendly ways that is.

She lifted he head from between your thighs before sliding your panties down with one finger. Ellie almost immediately went back between your legs once your panties were disgraced, but she didn’t throw them like your other clothes. No, she licked the inside now, licking up the wetness you left.

You were in shambles, and Ellie lived for it. It was such a filthy sight, absurd how much she was doing just to get a reaction out of you. It was working, a moan crawled out of your throat from the sight.

After she was done with your panties, she tossed them to the side and gave your pussy the attention. “So pretty, so, so pretty.” she smirked, rubbing her middle finger through your folds. “Just makes me wanna ruin such a pretty thing, it’s too perfect, you know?”

“Ellie..” you breathed, trying to buck your hips towards her. The teasing was driving you insane, but Ellie seemed to have mercy. She started moving slow circles around your clit, torturously slow but you were so thankful to feel something.

“Patience baby.” she could see the way you were clenching around nothing. “Ugh..I’m gonna fucking ruin you.” she purred, not even warning you before starting to work her middle finger into your sopping hole.

You let out a small whine, it felt a bit painful at first — maybe because you’d never actually put anything inside yourself before. Ellie noticed immediately how you whined, or maybe how tight your entrance was.

“Oh, you’ve never done this before, I can feel it. Don’t worry, i got you.” her voice was reassuring, you could see the normal Ellie you knew peaking through.

She pushed her finger further into your pleading pussy, it was easier to adjust to this than you thought. Of course you were a bit tight, but she took it slow. Ellie gently worked her middle finger into and out, slowly, her hand still clasped over your mouth.

“Ellie, Ellie — wait!” you weakly choked out, she stopped and looked at you with a curious expression. Her movements stopped, she was worried she hurt you — but she was so wrong.

The hand was removed from your mouth, so you could talk without being muffled. “I have..something in my bag. It’s in the second pocket..” you said, watching her eyebrow arch up.

“Why? You gotta strap in here or something?” Ellie joked and laughed to herself and pulled her finger out of you, humiliatingly wiping the juices on your stomach. She walked over to your bag on the side of the bed, rummaging through it. Ellie found a box in the second pocket, turning it over to see what it was.

She was soon aware that the joke of a “strap” was not far off, no — you brought a strap. Ellie let out a low whistle and smiled, standing up and walking back over to you with the box in hand.

“Were you planning on fucking me with this, huh?” she teased, looking at you and then the box. You simply nodded in response, feeling the flushness on your cheeks — this was humiliating.

Ellie clicked her tongue, she was enjoying this far too much. “Oh man, that’s embarrassing.” she said, placing the box beside you. “Cus’ I’m gonna ruin you with it instead.” you nearly moaned, she was so vulgar it was agonizing.

She almost immediately plunged her middle finger back into you, eliciting a grunt on your half. “Gotta get you ready for that first, you’re much too tight.” you writhed, it wasn’t enough now — you wanted more.

Ellie took the hint, starting to work her ring finger inside you as well. You could immediately feel the burn and whimpered, she took it slow but her words were still patronizing. “You poor thing. Come on, you know you can take it. Since you wanna be a needy whore, take it.”

All you could do was moan in response, her fingers sliding further into you. Your pussy was sucking her fingers in deliciously, even though it hurt a bit. “Fuck..Ellie..” you sighed, adjusting to her fingers stuffing you as your walls clenched them tightly.

Ellie started to work her fingers in and out of you, torturously slow. She watched the way your pussy sucked in her fingers, the sight was filthy. “You and your pussy are fucking greedy. I’ve wanted to see you stretch around my fingers for so long.”

Once she saw it wasn’t hurting you anymore, she started moving her fingers faster. She couldn’t control herself, she wanted to ruin you. You were starting to moan now, the feeling of her fingers stretching you was heavenly. If this was a lot for you, you were scared for the strap.

You were being far too noisy, Ellie couldn’t risk this moment getting ruined. She brought her other hand up to your lips and shoved her pointer and middle finger into your mouth. You grunted, nearly gagging as she did so.

“Suck that and stay quiet.” she ordered, all you could do was pathetically comply. You sucked on her fingers to try and silence yourself, occasionally biting down. Ellie continued to work you, the room was filled with filthy squelching sounds from your walls suctioning to her calloused fingers. She leaned down again and licked your clit.

You writhed, almost taking her fingers out of your mouth. Your moans were muffled, whenever you almost unlatched to her fingers, she’d push them further back and make you gag.

Ellie continued to lick and kiss your clit, you were so overwhelmed in the best way possible. Your thighs were trembling as she ruined you, the feeling of her fingers inside you would be imprinted forever. She curled her fingers and hit something devastating, you gasped and bit down on her fingers. Your back arched up slightly, and you could feel her lips curve into a smile on your clit.

“That good, huh? You like that?” Ellie proceeded to abuse that spot, pumping her fingers and hitting that spot roughly every time. You were seeing stars, your tongue swirling around the fingers in your mouth. You could feel a coil in your stomach tightening, you were so close.

“You close? Keep clenching like that, baby.” she purred, sucking your clit again and continuing to finger you. The sensations were heavenly, you couldn’t even think straight. Ellie curled her fingers inside you over and over again, urging you to finish.

“Quit squirming and cum, come on.” she urged, and that’s all you needed. You rolled your eyes back and arched your back up a bit as you came all over her fingers. You let out a particularly loud gasp, she pushed her fingers down your throat to silence you. She pulled away from your over sensitive clit, but kept pumping her fingers to help you ride it out. Even when you were squirming from overstimulation, she made sure to wring everything she could out of you.

Ellie pulled her fingers out with a humiliating plop, watching you pant and catch your breath. She pulled her fingers out of your mouth and dragged the saliva down your jawline.

“Holy shit..holy shit” you breathed, making eye contact with Ellie again. She looked extremely satisfied, almost hungry from watching you. The fingers that were covered in your juices were plopped into her mouth, you watched as she sucked the fluid off.

“I can’t wait to see you stretch around something bigger. This is literally almost all my wet dreams in one..” she said after pulling her fingers out of her mouth — clean. She looked at you like she wanted to fuck your brains out, you knew she did.

Ellie was kissing you again in no time, trying to work you up again. She ran her hands up and down your body, kissing you like it was second nature. You kissed back of course, your tongues swirling together messily. Despite your slight exhaustion, you wanted more. No, you craved more, something made you want to please Ellie in a way.

As she was kissing you, she slapped your sensitive cunt. You whimpered loudly into the kiss, you were so sensitive it was painful. Ellie eventually pulled away from you with a final kiss to the side of your mouth. She was already thinking of the ways she would make you squirm. In her head she cursed Dina and Jesse for being in the next room, she wanted to hear you scream her name.

“Baby, you wanna do something for me?” she cooed, looking at you with an almost mockingly tender expression.

Your stomach clenched with need, of course, how could you say no? You’d do practically anything for her at this point. “Mhm?”

Ellie looked satisfied by your agreement, gently running one hand down her body while the other reached for the box containing the strap. “I want you to touch yourself while you wait for me to get this ready. You’ll do that for me, yeah?” she looked at you expectantly and stopped caressing you.

Your breath hitched, nearly groaning in response to her words. “yes, I can do that..” Your hand slid down your body to your presoaked cunt, running a finger through your folds. She watched in satisfaction, she watched you masturbate before but she never got to see your pussy respond to it.

Ellie immediately worked to unbox the strap, pulling it out of the confinements and smirking. It was an almost devilish smirk, you knew this would be rough.

You continued to rub your clit, just trying to make yourself as horny as before — it was working. Two of your fingers slid into your sticky hole, moving slow as if to tease yourself. Ellie seemed to relish the sight, her eyes locked on the way your pussy sucked digits in like that, she was obsessed with it.

Eventually she got the strap unpackaged, holding it towards you with a cocky smile on her face. “Okay, you can stop.” she coaxed. You pulled your fingers out of yourself, looking at her with an enamored expression.

The dildo on the strap was a nice pink color, a stark difference to the darker color pattern on her clothes. Without warning, she held it up to your lips and shoved the silicone in your mouth. You gasped and nearly gagged, your eyes nearly tearing up.

“Fuck..atta girl.” she breathed, pushing the silicone in and out of your mouth. She was trying to soak it with your saliva as some sort of lube, despite you being more than wet enough. It was for her own satisfaction, and the action made you so fucking horny.

Ellie left the silicone cock in your mouth, letting the harness of it weigh your head down ever so slightly. You kept it in your mouth securely, watching as she started to undress yourself. Ellie wasn’t buff, but she was built. The type of built that was exactly your type — you loved her tone arms and faint abs.

After pulling off all her clothes, you were blessed with the sight of her naked body. Ellie never really showed off much skin, so seeing more of her body was heavenly. You nearly moaned at the sight, that silicone dick still in your mouth.

She laughed at your expression, clicking her tongue and pulling the silicone out of your mouth. “You’re too cute, ‘lucky that I’m the one ruining you.” she teased, securing the harness on herself in an impatient matter.

You gulped, eying the strap nervously. It was significantly bigger than her fingers, you knew you’d be stretched. Ellie guided the tip to your folds, teasingly running it up and down and gathering more slick. You bucked your hips despite your nerves, desperate for anything you could get. “Don’t be nervous, baby.”

“Please, Ellie..” you squeaked out desperately, Ellie looked at you to remind you to keep your noises down. You swallowed thickly in anticipation, but tried to relax.

She didn’t warn you before staring to push the tip in, you immediately gasped and wrapped your arms around her. She grinned as she watched you write and tear up — but she paused so she wouldn’t hurt you. “Fuck..you’re taking it so well. Come on baby, just trust me.” she cooed, running a comforting hand down your thigh.

Ellie started to push in further, a few tears rolled down your cheeks as you clawed her back and babbled, muffling a sharp cry against her. She was shushing you, trying to keep you quiet. The stretch was different than her fingers, the stretching was all around and you felt so fucking full. When she bottomed out, she stopped moving for a second.

“You’re doing good, relax yourself. You wanted me to fuck you, right?” She brought her hand up to wipe your tears gently, watching you fall apart. “Do you want it? You have to take it if you wanna cum.” she whispered, her voice was so low and seductive.

“Yes—yes please, Ellie.” you whined, finally adjusting to the feeling of the silicone stretching your pussy, you were fluttering around it. Ellie seemed to enjoy how desperate you were, it definitely gave her a boost of confidence watching you become that needy for her.

When it was clear you were more relaxed, Ellie started moving. She started at a slow pace so she wouldn’t hurt you any more, trying her best to control herself. Ellie reminded herself that she had to get you used to it, then ruin you.

You were babbling softly, starting to feel how good this actually felt. When she saw you were enjoying yourself, she sped up — Fucking you deep and stretching your sobbing hole out. She watched your facial expressions, it was heavenly. Ellie clasped a hand over your mouth, a silent way of telling you to be quiet.

“You’re so fucking needy, look at you. Is it that good?” she said condescendingly, unable to stop herself from ramming into you at a much harsher pace. Your loud moans and babbles were muffled by her hand, you were seeing stars.

“Fuck—Ellie! ‘s good, oh my god—!” you cried out, you were being far too loud but it couldn’t be helped. Ellie was drooling at the sight of you, your head flew back and you looked at the ceiling. She wasn’t having that, she wanted you to watch.

Ellie grabbed the top of your head by your hair and yanked your head up so you could watch her. You yelped and whined, looking at her as tears rolled down your cheeks. “Look at me, look at me or I’ll stop.” she whispered, a cocky smile on her face as you watched her with teary eyes.

“No—don’t stop!” you whined, pornographic noises spilling out of you uncontrollably. Your cunt was clenching around her tightly, she groaned as if she could feel it. The sight of you sucking the silicone in mike that was so hot, she was practically foaming at the mouth.

Eventually she just stopped, you couldn’t even whine in protest before she pulled out and flipped you onto your stomach. You instinctively raised your hips in the air with need, the sudden emptiness was torture. without warning, she plunged back into you with a force that shook the bed. You let out a sharp cry, shoving your face into the pillows pathetically. “Fuck—Ellie!”

Ellie smiled at the sight, she just wanted to see your pussy stretch around her, she loved it. She reached her hand around you and clasped it over your mouth again, pulling your head back and making your back arch for her. “Shit..look at that..” she admired, plunging into you at a rapid pace.

This new angle had you seeing stars, she kept hitting that spongey spot that made you cry out and writhe. You were crying and moaning into her hand, unable to control yourself. The back of the strap was pressing against her clit as she fucked you, making her moan softly. The sound of her moan got you off, your walls clenched around her so tight it almost hurt.

The angle in which she was fucking you was sending you speeding towards release. Ellie noticed, her pace unrelenting. She smirked as she watched you fall apart in her arms, she was close too, since the strap was bumping her clit so hard.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck—Ellie, I’m—“ You were cut off by a sharp cry as you finally came, the cry muffled by her death grip on your mouth. The sight of your back arching further and your pussy clamping down on the silicone was enough for Ellie. She groaned and threw her head back a bit, riding it out by slowly moving her hips.

You both just panted for a moment, you were almost completely limp. The exhaustion from the concert beforehand and the fact your best friend just fucked the daylights out of you was a dangerous combination. Ellie let go of your mouth and let your head drop onto the pillow, fully expecting you to pass out.

“You okay?” she questioned, her voice much softer now. When all you did was moan in response, she laughed and caressed your back softly. “Come on, baby. Let’s get cleaned up, yeah?”

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The next morning, you and Ellie were tangled up in bed together. You were in just panties and a tanktop, while she was in a long sleeve and boxers. Ellie was the first to wake up, she immediately heard noises in the kitchen — oh right, Dina and Jesse.

Ellie looked at your sleeping form, she always loved how you looked when you slept. At your old sleepovers she’d watch you sleep in complete silence, it was just such a satisfying experience.

Eventually she managed to peel her eyes away from you and decided she might as well get up. Her arms moved to untangle your body gently, not wanting to disturb you. She desperately needed coffee, so as soon as she got up she made her way towards the kitchen.

Jesse and Dina were in the kitchen, drinking water and shoveling down Tylenol for their hangovers. They were chatting about the flight tickets for later that day, when their gaze fell on Ellie.

“Morning, gal pal. There’s still coffee in the pot.” Jesse said, raising his coffee mug towards her. Ellie actually found it funny this time and laughed, making her way towards the coffee pot. The whole kitchen of the Airbnb smelt like coffee, it was relaxing. She poured herself a cup of coffee, adding creamer and whatnot to her liking and moving to take a sip.

“Where’s y/n at?” Dina questioned, Ellie nearly choked upon hearing the question. Her memory drifted back to the night before, and bit her cheek as an attempt to stifle that lopsided smirk of hers.

“She’s still asleep, must’ve been tired after the concert.” Ellie responded casually — it was too casual. Jesse and Dina looked at each other, speaking a silent language through eye contact. Dina immediately gasped and Jesse scoffed, their heads snapping towards Ellie

“Oh no fucking way.” Jesse mumbled in amusement.

Ellie tried to act confused, shit.

“YOU FUCKED.” Dina gasped, almost rising out of her seat. Ellie rubbed her face in slight annoyance, of course they knew. Everyone knew it’d happen, plus, it was too hard to keep a secret.

“Yeah we did.” she said — too casual again. Ellie had a shit eating smirk on her face, Jesse whistled and laughed a bit.

“Ooh, lucky girl. Guitar players got a reputation” Jesse commented, taking a sip of his own coffee.

Dina looked between Jesse and Ellie, her eyebrow slightly arched “Wait, have you guys not already slept together?” she was genuinely confused. Silence filled the kitchen as Ellie and Jesse at stared Dina. All of them bursted out laughing, it was loud enough to wake you up for sure.

“Are you crazy?!” Ellie between laughs. All she knew was that that was the first time but not the last.

Not even a minute later you came stumbling out of the room, you were holding onto the wall and looked like you’d been hit by a train. Ellie immediately noticed you and went to help. She wrapped her arm around your waist. “Slow down.” she urged, holding you against her side.

Jesse and Dina had their jaws on the floor, this was too good. They looked at each other and then back at the two of you — they were somehow shocked.

“Jesus, dude. Did you kill our vocalist?” Jesse asked before whistling.

Ellie clicked her tongue and shook her head, ignoring his comment completely. She looked back towards you and put her coffee mug up to your lips so you could take a sip. You took a big sip of the coffee and sighed, too embarrassed to look at anybody but Ellie

“Our flight is at like 4pm, let’s just pack, okay?” Dina said, trying to help ease your embarrassment a bit. Everyone nodded at this, fuck..this was so awkward.

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a.n: this was actually so fun to write i’m drooling. some mistakes may be left because i edited this while tired so i apologize! feel free to leave recs!

@eriiwaii

[bumblebeeonthistle]

Hange and the special ops squad teasing Levi about you...

Levi and his Special Ops squad have just finished the last of their drills when someone shouts his name.

“Levi!”

Sighing mentally and subconsciously putting on a scowl – specially dedicated to this exact person – Levi turns around, cloak swishing around his shoulders. Hange is running towards him, arms in the air and waving violently at him. Only Hange can make waving look violent.

“Hello, Section Commander Hange,” Petra greets them politely as they skid to a halt in front of Levi and his squad members.

Levi just sends them a bland stare.

“What do you want, Four-Eyes?”

“Erwin wants us and Mike to visit the Training Camp again. You know, to advertise for the Scouts and all.”

Levi pauses.

He usually dreads these visits, and Hange once joked that the reason why they got so few new recruits was because he scared them away.

But now…now, he realises that he doesn’t mind visiting the Training Camp quite as much as he would have in the past.

Maybe, he’s just become more used to dealing with cadets after two plus years of training with you. Maybe, they aren’t that bad.

You aren’t that bad, at least.

“I don’t hear you complaining as much as I thought you would,” Hange comments, echoing his own thoughts. “It couldn’t have anything to do with one specific--”

He lets out a low, threatening growl.

“Shut the fuck up, Shitty Glasses, or I’ll make you.”

“Nope. Remember that time I promised not to bother you for two weeks, and I didn’t bother you for a whole month? Well, that means that I’ve earned the right to bother you twice as much as I usually do for fourteen days more of my own choosing!” they beam.

He scoffs.

“You’ve earned shit.”

“Maybe, if you just stopped pining and actually tried talking to her about how you feel--”

“I’m not pining, and there’s nothing to talk about,” he cuts them off, his scowl deepening.

“You seriously are a hopeless case,” they sigh.

Levi has half a mind to agree with them ­– not that he’ll ever admit it out loud.

“Are you talking about that brat who got kidnapped two years ago?” Oluo asks, brows curled into a frown and his upper lip peeled back, showing off his teeth. He looks ridiculous, and Eld doesn’t miss the opportunity to tell him so.

“You look stupid. You know, if you’re trying to scowl like the Captain, then you’re failing miserably.”

Oluo immediately snaps his mouth shut and relaxes his brows, instead trying to go for a bored look. It would probably have looked much cooler if his cheeks hadn’t been stained pink.

“She’s got a name, for fuck’s sake,” Levi snaps, making Oluo retract multiple steps with his hands raised in surrender.

“Sorry, Captain.”

“But yes, to answer your question, that’s her,” Hange clarifies after it has become clear that Levi isn’t inclined to do so.

“I’m really looking forward to meeting her,” Eld muses.

“And why the fuck is that?” Levi glares at him.

Now, it’s Eld’s turn to take a step back. Levi’s squad is used to their Captain being aloof and rather harsh, but they aren’t used to him being so…on edge. Losing his cool like this, for no apparent reason. Out of the corner of his eye, Levi can see his squad members exchanging looks, ranging from disbelieving to curious.

He grits his teeth, fingers curling into fists at his sides. He hides them behind his cloak.

“Relax, nobody’s gonna steal your girl,” Hange drawls, placing a firm hand on Levi’s shoulder – as if preparing to hold him back in case he decides to turn feral and attack Eld.

“Yeah, I was just saying that because we’ve heard so much about her skills as a soldier, nothing more!” Eld defends himself.

Oluo snickers behind his back and tries to mask it with a cough.

Levi slowly unfolds his fingers, leaving half-moon shaped indents in his palm, just shy of bleeding. He takes a deep breath, clearing himself of that hazy, irrational rage that had filled his mind when Eld had mentioned you.

He hadn’t meant to lose his temper like that. He is acting territorial and possessive, and he knows it’s ridiculous. And stupid. And dangerous.

It’s dangerous, thinking about you like that.

Read the rest on ao3: call my name || Levi x reader

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[craske]

do you think there would be any future posibility for dejammed shmilk to grow fond of the younger cookies(ginger, wizard, strawberry, etc) and maybe his entertainer persona could come to play in showing them cool things or tricks?

the fucking giggle i let out when i read this ask. anon, you know me so well

anyway, a bit more of a serious answer, thats honestly one of main things that made me wanna start this au. i love character exploration, observing them under a microscope and putting them in situations (especially difficult or unusual to them personally) to see how theyd act.

i really want to put shilk through the horrors of regaining something that he lost a long time ago when he started corrupting. and now that he is basically a regular cookie again, he has the opportunity to interact with others. and the more he spends time with others, the more familiar everything becomes. the hostility and malice slowly melts when he actually realizes that teaching again, or trying to get a genuine laugh out of someone feels... good?

sharing his knowledge with the pink robot kid who soaks up all of it like a sponge and always wants to learn more, or teaching the self-taught wizard hat twerp some more complicated magics, or organizing a show that doesnt require tormenting people, instead providing them with actual fun times is a surprisingly nice change

and it only gets worse when the inevitable soft spot starts forming. oh the horrors, disgusting. all of this is temporary while they work towards a common goal. he cant have a funny feeling in his chest when children let out a genuine laugh, or when the little wizard gleefully manages to cast a difficult spell they both have been working on. unacceptable, stomp that feeling down into the ground and bury it

i wont say he mellows out that much though, i dont want for him to lose what makes him a fun character. plus itd just erase not only what he has done, but also what he experienced. i dont want it to be a total redemption and change of character, but at the same time... i just like the stories where villains/antagonists have to work with the protagonists for one reason or another, becoming begrudging allies and starting to actually bond (megamind or coach oleander and loboto, not to mention earlier ice king or dr nefarious and many other cases)

also, in case anyone wondered if it also includes the other beasts...

hehe

[reverie-starlight]

kenma for the soul <3

gn!reader, no physical descriptions. this was in my drafts for so long that I forgot abt it. based off of my own routine when I get a panic attack. I believe I wrote the bulk of this after one, actually.

warnings: depictions of a panic attack, my own personal coping methods (I swear they make sense in my head) and kenma being soft for you. this was edited at like 2 am so if there’s some mistakes… no there’s not.

it’ll pass.

you know that. you’ve known that for years, actually, yet somehow the sentiment doesn’t hold up in the moments you need it to the most.

kenma watches as you switch between sitting on the edge of the bed with him and pacing the length of your bedroom.

he really feels for you. he still gets panic attacks from time to time, after all, so he knows the basics of what you’re going through like the back of his hand.

he’s still trying to learn your specifics, though.

he’s observant and he’s strategic. with those skills, he’s gathered that you do not respond well to sitting still and taking deep breaths.

you continue pacing and wringing your fingers together, clenching and unclenching your fists and shaking your arms out (he recognizes this as literally trying to dispel the panic from your body).

he watches you closely, wanting to figure you out as soon as possible so he can utilize his strategic side and end your suffering. are you trying to tire yourself out? why is it that you don’t find the breathing exercises useful? why doesn’t sitting still and meditating benefit you?

oh… of course, why didn’t he think of that sooner?

you don’t like those coping methods because you see it as another opportunity to focus on your trigger. by trying to stop it, you just end up thinking about it more. they require you to be aware of every sensation in your body, but if you’re moving around a lot instead, it acts as a distraction.

so he’ll need to help you redirect your train of thought some more.

“babe,” he calls out quietly, not having the energy or willingness to be any louder at two in the morning.

you don’t stop pacing, but you look at him and nod to let him know you’re listening.

“let’s go to the kitchen.”

you blink as he gets up and takes your hand, leading you out of your bedroom. he hopes the change of scenery and mystery of what he has planned brings you out of your head a bit.

“kenma-“ you start, voice raw from the crying you did earlier.

“do you want to make cookies?”

you watch as he goes to the fridge and gets some water and ice cubes. (he read once that the ice can shock you out of panic and act as a good redirection strategy.)

you take the glass when he hands it to you and allow the chill of the ice ground you a bit.

your head feels clearer now. the panic had mostly subsided well before you were led out of the bedroom, but you had continued pacing anyway.

in your mind it makes sense- relaxing too soon, when it’s not quite gone, gives it the chance to come back and restart the cycle all over again. tiring yourself out and distracting yourself with the familiar movement patterns that helped stopped it in the first place…

it’s always worked for you.

and now, sitting up on the barstool by the kitchen island with kenma, you definitely feel the exhaustion.

so you shake your head. “no, I’m too tired, babe.”

he nods, successfully getting a read on your energy level. “okay,” he says. “drink your water, I can make toast for us.”

you blink at him. “why?”

he shrugs. “you must’ve worked up an appetite with all that walking, right? I got winded just watching you.”

you snort, surprisingly, and the corner of his mouth lifts up a bit. “I guess so… oh but kenma, I kept you up, you must be tired too.”

he gets the bread ready to put into the toaster and glances at you over his shoulder. “you do realize you’re dating someone who once streamed for twenty-four hours straight, right? one late night is nothing.”

you sip your water and hold an ice cube in your cheek, letting it melt. “still, I’m-“

“and don’t apologize. I know that’s what you were about to do.”

you sheepishly look down into your glass and let the silence linger until he presents you some buttered toast. “remember how I told you I used to get really bad panic attacks in high school? the ones I get now aren’t nearly as intense as those, but I do still know how draining they are,” he rips off a chunk of bread and feeds it to you. “it’s not too much to care for you, okay?“ he knows the feeling of being afraid to be a burden well, too, unfortunately.

you smile and knock your head against his as you chew. “thanks, kenma. I love you.”

there’s still a lot he has to learn for you, but he knows that if this were a video game, it’d be the easiest level he’d ever complete.

“love you too. now let’s finish this and get to bed.”

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@dira333 some kenma :3

[redicillin]

maybe not a proper fic, but any thoughts On Chases headcanons in a relationship?

𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬. (𝐫.𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐞)

some of these are kinda deep rip, i love writing headcanons so if you guys want any specific ones let me know 😭

masterlist.

Chase is the kind of boyfriend who seems reserved on the surface but loves deeply and consistently, he’s not overly dramatic or demanding, he just wants someone who understands his quiet devotion and gives him the same in return

his love languages are definitely acts of service and physical touch

like he’s not overly vocal about his emotions, but he shows love through actions—making coffee in the morning, pulling you close while watching TV, or placing a reassuring hand on your back in public

he won’t always say “i love you,” but he’ll remember the little details—your favourite wine, how you take your tea, or the song that was playing on your first date etc etc

because of Chase’s inherent trust issues, he’d probably be hesitant to jump straight into full on dating, but after a few months and the chance to actually discuss his issues, he’d be devoted to you for as long as you’ll let him

when dealing with the really emotional topics, he’d probably deflect with sarcasm or humour to lighten the mood instead of addressing things directly

Chase is the kind of guy who wants to be seen as put-together, so he’d probably downplay his own struggles, but he’d deeply appreciate a partner who sees through the facade and supports him anyway

he’d lowkey just shut down if he’s overwhelmed and not actually talk about it with you until he’s given himself time to actually process what he’s feeling

if he feels like he’s messed up (even in minor ways), he’ll beat himself up over it and might overcompensate to make up for it

if he oversteps, or you express frustration with how he withdraws, he’d rather apologise through the small things, like taking every opportunity to hold your hand or make you your favourite food etc instead of a full-blown grand apology

bro’s just not a words man, what can i say?

being a doctor means unpredictable hours, but he always makes an effort to carve out time for you, even if it’s just a sleepy cuddle after a long shift

Chase is a romantic at heart, everyone knows it. he’s not one for grand gestures, but he’ll surprise you with a spontaneous weekend getaway or a heartfelt note tucked in your bag with your lunch

he’s touchy when he’s comfortable—hand on the lower back, forehead kisses, pulling you close when you’re in bed

he’s not massive on pda, but he’ll link your fingers together or pull you into his side if you’re walking too close to a road

100% a hands in the hair when he kisses kinda guy

he wouldn’t be overtly jealous, but he’ll get tense if he sees someone making you uncomfortable. he has a quiet but firm way of making it clear you’re his

given his past betrayals (again, trust issues), he doesn’t tolerate dishonesty. if you break his trust, it’ll take a lot to earn it back

[tsukimefuku]

CHAPTER THREE PT. II: DIMINISHED CAPACITY ❀ HIGURUMA SENSEI SERIES

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❀ diminished capacity.

Diminished capacity refers to an individual’s impossibility to form the intent necessary for committing any criminal act, because their capacity to fully comprehend the nature of their actions is impaired. It doesn’t, however, completely exclude their responsibility, and they may be held accountable to a lesser offense.

wc: 5.5K ❀ pairing for the series: professor!higuruma x student!reader

❀ tags and c/w.

non-curse au. college au. slow-burn romcom. professor and college student pre-relationship. internship interviews suck. nobara likes to steal food from people. mentions of hypothetical violent crime. nanami gets pestered by gojo even here. higuruma likes sunflowers. nanami has a sixth sense.

❀ notes etc.

Apologies to any colleagues reading the word “evidence” in place of “proof” and feeling like tackling me with a broom, lol. Also, a huge thanks to everyone who came around for part one, I hope you guys get to enjoy reading this just as much I enjoyed writing it.

Argh… Monday.

Internship hunt was hell. There was no other way to spin that wheel. You knew it’d be incredibly hard, but not this hard.

Mondays were cursed days, but to know that not only cursed, they’d also start with terrible interviews — plural — was not in your bingo card for this week. Between  oh, you just started criminal law I this semester? and we will let you know laid the crumbling sounds of your utmost despair of knowing full well you were in for a ride for those next few days.

Well, if only daydreaming about him could save you.

It didn’t, though.

Unfortunately.

You arrived at the campus cafeteria where you were supposed to meet Nobara. Even on a fairly uncomfortable chair, she slouched nearly enough to slide down onto the ground like a rag doll, and it didn’t take you much to realize these past few days were throwing her through the wringer too.

“You look like death,” you joked as you pulled your chair to sit with her, putting your tuna sandwich and can of soda over the table.

“And you look like… like… hmph,” she scoffed while rolling her eyes and propping herself back up again.

“No snarky comeback? Are you that tired?” 

“Leave me alone,” she replied, and apparently, she really wasn’t in the mood for playful banter. You took a bite out of your sandwich, pondering if you should ask her about it, but she beat you to it. “Why is getting internships this early in college is so damn hard?”

“Apparently, places don’t trust complete newbies or youngsters,” you noted, “and they want someone who has already studied all the necessary subjects prior to hiring. Also, people with prior experience are preferred.” 

“Yet these are internship opportunities! Aren’t interns supposed to be newbies who are going to learn from the experience they’ll get through the internship?” Nobara irritatedly inquired, her implied commentary more a complaint than a question. You nodded.

“Absolutely. It makes no sense, it’s like they’re just trying to hire a junior lawyer with less rights and a lower pay rate,” you churned out through your mouthful of tuna and mayonnaise, “now that I think about it, it’s probably that, actually.” 

“I can’t go back home! I mean, I made it all the way here. If I had to go back I would never get over this. I need some money, and I need some money soon, otherwise this will all just have been a waste of my time. I should just get a part time job already instead of insisting in starting my internship as fast as possible.” 

Nobara covered her face, and she sounded genuinely upset. You paused your munching for a bit, and after washing it all down with a few gulps of soda, you leaned towards her, pulling her hands from her face.

“Hey, Nobara, we’re not letting that happen, okay? Neither me, Maki, Yuuji or Megumi.” you offered in an attempt to comfort her. She let you peel her palms away, and gazed at you in a mixture of frustration and anger, which softly subsided after your comment. You decided to push your luck, just a bit. “We can refugee you in Megumi’s car. We’ll get you a hammer so you can hit passerbies for shits and giggles to let some collegiate steam out.” 

Consternated, she shook your hands off of her while you chuckled. She made her best effort to still look pissed, but you noticed a tiny smile forming on the edges of her mouth.

“That’s a shit plan, but I’ll take you up on that hammer offer,” she said, and you smiled at her, a gesture she finally reciprocated.

“I’d expect no less from you. So, tell me, in which area are you looking for internships? Fashion law?” 

“Nope, entertainment.” Nobara picked your half eaten sandwich in her hands and took a bite before you could protest. “Maki had told me it was easier to get internships in entertainment law to garner some experience for a future in fashion law, but honestly? I’m skeptical now.” 

“There might be some openings soon. Have you tried Professor Gojo’s firm? It’s the same as Professor Nanami’s, isn’t it? I mean, that giant firm with dozens of departments and that nearly every teacher at our college seems to work for.” You stretched your hand to get your sandwich back, but she slapped you away. “Hey!” 

“I need it more than you, I’m sad!” 

“I’m sad too! I had four terrible internship interviews today, give it back!” 

You both entered a silly slapping match, and the few people walking past the table would look away nervously in fear of getting dragged into the middle of whatever war was going on over a cheap cafeteria tuna sandwich.

“You were having interviews today too?! How come you never told me?! I’m gonna eat your food for not telling me stuff, you’ve been weird ever since that party that you went off for a smoke and dipped!” She took another humongous bite and you jumped over the table, finally snatching whatever remained of your food out of her hands.

“I haven’t been weird!” you had, “and yes, I did. I am interviewing for internship openings in criminal law, but… well, you’ve been through that these days yourself. You know the drill.” 

She grunted with tuna smeared around her mouth, trying to reach for the rest of your sandwich, and it was your turn to slap her.

“Stop it, Nobara. Quit being so stingy and buy one for yourself!” 

“Not when I can eat your food for free,” she joked while taking a big gulp from your soda can, and you sighed, which only gave her a shit eating grin. “Did you interview for that spot they announced today?” 

“What? What opening?”

“I just saw it, there was a new flyer on the main hall board. It’s an internship for criminal law, apparently under the guidance of Professor Geto,” Nobara said while shrugging. “Apparently the huge firm now has a criminal law department too. It was announced last week or so.” 

“Did it say up until when they were taking applications?” 

***

Each and every tendon in your body tensed as you sat with the perfect lady-like crossed ankles at the 45º angle under your second-hand suit. The meeting room was, for the lack of a better word, mighty, having an entire glass wall peering into the rest of the office, and towered over you high enough to have you feeling like a tiny speck of dust humbly drifting its way over the clearly expensive brown, leather couch. A few people walked by as you waited, and the mahogany table seemed big enough to fit three people. It was probably worth your entire year’s tuition, and you wondered if the ceiling height really needed to be tailored for elves. Or ents. Tree people, perhaps.

The firm’s name hung high right in front of you, the logo and letters made out of stainless steel illuminated by LEDs behind it. Opulence wasn’t a big enough word to describe that pompous display of corporate wealth.

You were fished out of your rags to riches daydreams by the pivoting door opening, figuring it was your interviewer for the position. 

Surprisingly, it wasn’t the already well-known foxy-eyed, long haired Professor to come in, but a much more stoic individual with the polar opposite for a hair, not only in length but in color too. You already knew him from afar, as your commercial law Professor. He carried himself in a dignified manner, and upon further inspection, not only was his navy blue suit absolutely pristine, he also didn’t have a single hair strand out of place. You got up to greet him, bowing respectfully, and he returned the gesture.

“Good afternoon, Mrs.,” he said as he sat down on his chair across from you, “my name is Nanami Kento and I’ll be responsible for your interview today.”

You introduced yourself, and remarked, “apologies, but I thought Prof- I mean, Mr. Geto would be the one responsible for this interview today.”

 “As it stands currently, the criminal law department is my responsibility,” Nanami clarified, “so I decided I’d be the one responsible for interviewing our future team. I currently work in our corporate law department.”

You acquiesced with a professional smile. Something about how every tiny detail in him was on point gave you enough leads to conclude that of course this man took it upon himself to be the one responsible for the interviews.

“I’ve read in your resume that you are currently undertaking criminal law I and criminal procedure law I,” Nanami said as he held your resume in his hand, glancing at you and then at the paper, “which isn’t ideal for an intern entering a newly built department.”

Harsh enough?

You readjusted yourself on your chair before speaking.

“Yes, I am.”

He hummed quietly and pulled another paper sheet from his briefcase, and even if his facial expression was perfectly collected, something about how the edges of his lips curled gave away that he was less than happy about whatever was written on it.

“Our HR insisted I should bring this questionnaire with me today, so that I could ask you this list of questions as part of our interview,” he stated, his words followed by a quiet sigh. Nanami then proceeded to tilt the paper towards him and took a moment before proceeding. “Tell me more about yourself in three… captivating anecdotes.”

His voice sounded robotic, as if he was feigning not to loathe the question at hand, and deep down, you did find it amusing. Not enough to distract yourself from the fact that you were usually horrible at interviews altogether, though.

“I’m currently in my late twenties. I started law school last year, and worked during my early twenties to save money for tuition. I’m really passionate about criminal law, that is why I applied.”

Oh, God. What was that?

Well, you sounded robotic too, listing off obvious factualities as if providing a recipe’s ingredients. Both of you stared at each other in silence, wondering if that was what this question was supposed to infer, and it took the two of you so long to speak up again that it became uncomfortable.

Clearing his throat, Nanami unconsciously loosened his tie — barely — before continuing.

Well, at least I’m not the only one who’s uncomfortable.

“What…” he paused for a moment, and seemed to be biting down a discontented sigh, “animal would you be?” His gaze quickly darted down the sheet of paper, and his displeasure was palpable. For someone with such a straight face, his eyes were very telling.

What are these questions? Are we a hip tech company? Nanami thought to himself, wondering if he should make a new list to leave at HR. He was quick to discard the thought once he realized that meant he’d be telling other people how to do their jobs, something he did enough of already.

You didn’t quite know what the hell to answer.

“I… don’t know? I haven’t really thought about that in my life? A cat, perhaps?”

“I haven’t thought about that either, don’t worry, that’s unimportant. Let’s move on to the next question. How…” Nanami lifted an eyebrow, and that alone was enough to tell he was absolutely consternated, “many basketballs can fit inside a bus?”

“… Huh?”

Is this serious?

“I apologize, I believe there must have been some sort of mix-up at the HR, let me…”

Nanami was interrupted by three knocks on the glass wall. You both turned your heads to see Professor Gojo pointing at something — the paper Nanami held in his hands — while subsequently making a thumbs up, a wide grin smeared all over his face.

Without uttering a word nor missing a beat, Nanami got up, walked towards the glass and pulled on something you hadn’t yet noticed. Immediately, blinds slowly descended in front of the glass wall, and Nanami calmly walked his way back to his chair as Gojo’s face tried to keep peering inside the meeting room, descending alongside the rim of the blinds. He kept plastering his hands over the glass like a mimic.

A faint pained moan and a thud echoed once the blinds were about a foot away from reaching the floor.

“Is everything okay?” you inquired, pointing at Gojo’s direction.

“Ignore that.”

That wasn’t a request. You nodded. 

“Yes, sir.”

“Perfect. Let’s also ignore this for a while,” Nanami remarked while putting the sheet of questions aside with his fingertips as if it was radioactive. “Let’s try something else.”

Nanami had this feeling — a familiar one — that he’d be able to pry from you what he needed to know if he went about this interview in a more practical fashion. It reminded him of someone, but he couldn’t quite put his finger on it.

“I’m going to describe a hypothetical scenario, and I want you to debate it with me,” he stated.

“Okay.”

“A client comes to this office being investigated of homicide and he wants to hire the firm to represent them in Court. They intend to plead not guilty.” you nodded, and Nanami continued, “The victim was shot, but there was no gun to be found in the crime scene. However, the client was the only person in the vicinity apart from the victim’s body. The client’s clothes — a long sleeved shirt and jeans — are evidence that has been collected at the crime scene, but no forensics were requested for it by the prosecution. When questioned in their first meeting, the client is adamant that they did not commit the crime. The attorney needs to decide which path to take regarding evidence they’ll request or submit. Now, I ask you, which type of evidence would the attorney request if the client is truly innocent?”

You took a deep breath while mentally going over the hypothetical scenario Nanami had just relayed, and considering all he mentioned, there was only one possibility.

“If my client was truly innocent, I’d ask for forensic evidence on their clothes. Guns leave gunpowder vestiges on things like clothes, so if this person didn’t actually pull the trigger, there should be no gunpowder on their sleeves.”

Nanami acquiesced, but remained silent. 

Ok, this is not the only thing he wants to know.

“Also… I’d tell exactly that to the client.”

Nanami’s face remained completely expressionless, but something about how he tilted his head less than an inch gave you the feeling that he seemed pleased with your answer.

“And why would you do that?”

“We need to work with accurate information. If the client was lying, and we submitted a request for that evidence — forensics on their clothes — we’d be tanking their defense. They need to know what we’ll be submitting as evidence and why. I believe telling that to our client would be enough to sway them into telling us the truth,” you sighed, before concluding, “people lie. Even when they shouldn’t.”

Nanami silently picked your resume back into his hands, and seemed to scan it quickly with his eyes. You knew your chances were slim, considering you had just started Criminal Law that very semester, something he didn’t fail to notice.

After a minute, he spoke again.

“Would you be willing to use some of your spare time to study topics you might not have seen yet in criminal law?”

“Yes.”

Your heart was thumping in your chest. This was it.

Here goes nothing.

“Then, it’s settled. Can you start on Monday?”

***

This wasn’t Higuruma’s usual go-to wish when he found himself behind the Passo’s wheel, but truth of the matter was, he hoped more than anything for his car to breakdown before he got to his destination. It wasn’t something completely out of the question considering his car’s track record, but as if some destiny’s mockery had been bestowed upon him that morning, even the clack-clack-clacks he was already used to hear for the past three months were gone. As Murphy’s Law would have it, the Passo glided over the asphalt like butter. 

“Of course you won’t fail me when I need you to, you unreliable piece of-”he muttered to himself under a discontented huff.

Put upon wasn’t strong enough to convey how Higuruma was feeling, his knuckle-white grip around the steering wheel being enough to give him a sharp pain in his palms that would surely follow him for the next few hours. In a sense, he had been knuckle-white tense ever since that morning, thinking about this endeavor he was kicking himself to push through. It was the nth time he’d tried to make that visit over the past year, one that he dreaded with each and every fiber of his being. 

The Professor eyed his passenger’s seat for a second, his gaze lingering on the plastic bag he carried with him that day. Inside, there were a bottle of Kirin, an incense, and a single sunflower. The flower was definitely too long to fit properly inside the bag, and it’s head peeped though the opening, yellow petals flickering while the car moved, every ridge on the road seemingly making it jump further and further out of its container.

With one hand on the wheel, and the other reaching out, he tried shoving the sunflower back into the bag, and in between eyeing the bag, then the road, picking the flower, pushing it, the bag sliding off the seat, loud news coming on the radio, Higuruma getting startled, his glasses slipping down his nose bridge, him pushing them back in place with his shoulder, tires screeching, a car horn, his heart pounding and his ears ringing, Higuruma came to the sensible conclusion that he should, as any responsible adult would, take a break.

I need a smoke.

Who he was visiting was definitely not going anywhere.

Checking where he was, Higuruma noticed a cafe nearby, and as fate would have it, there was a single parking spot right in front of it. He maneuvered the Passo, and the car fit neatly in between the white lines. Higuruma pulled his sunflower shawl — this time, not caught under any death trap, but laid over his back seat  alongside your scarf —, threw it around his neck and got out. He took a moment to stretch his fingers in the cold air, his breath clouding in front of his mouth, and tapped around his coat to take his wallet, finally inserting some coins into the park meter and crossing the guardrail by the sidewalk. 

He’d have exactly thirty minutes to get his shit together.

The cafe was warm, inviting, and strangely familiar, its orange light almost emanating the smell of coffee beans, croissants and decadent redemption for weary travelers. The store front had a glass display through which he saw an assortment of sweet and salty baked goods. Higuruma would probably pick one of those to eat — the greasiest one, if possible —, had he not been carrying a rock in place of his stomach for the past few hours.

With his resolution waning, he mindlessly took a step back while peeping, and sighed, his tired sigh weighing on his body deciding for him that an espresso was probably the way to go.

Stepping inside, Higuruma paid no mind to whatever was around him, and waited for his turn in line to order his drink. Across from him, you nearly choked, half a donut shoved into your powdered-sugar smeared mouth, nearly spilling your own coffee over your second-hand suit.

After your interview, you thought it’d be a good idea to have a snack, and made your way inside the closest, warmest, coziest cafe you found, which was across the firm. 

At that moment, you found yourself in a cliché adult life predicament — you just saw someone you knew, but they didn’t see you. Should you go over to greet them? Should you not? Would simply leaving be rude? Should you go actually talk to the man you definitely had — and shouldn’t have — a crush on?

You clutched your coffee harder as the thoughts flew around in your mind, as second nature at this point to avoid giving him another beverage shower.

After some quick consideration, you decided you would at least say hello, after all, it was the polite thing to do. You shoved the rest of your food into your mouth, washed it all down with the rest of your coffee, haphazardly cleaned around your mouth with a napkin and slowly walked towards him, stopping a few feet away. Somehow, he still hadn’t seen you, apparently too immersed in thought.

That was when you noticed a shawl around his neck.

It was pretty damn ugly.

“Professor, hi!” you greeted, and Higuruma got yanked out of whatever daydreams — or waking nightmares — he had been simmering in while waiting in line.

“Oh, hello. I didn’t expect to meet anyone here,” Higuruma replied, “I just stopped by for a snack.”

“Oh, nice. Their coffee is pretty good,” you said, “I got the espresso.”

“And… I hope that you’re finished already? With your coffee, I mean.” he asked while checking your hands, his usually unaffected tone slightly playful, earning him a chuckle from you.

“Rest assured, I’m not assaulting you nor your ugly shawl with my coffee,” you quipped, but his eyes only widened. His owlish eyes blinked once, and then twice, in absolute silence.

That was when you realized.

Oh. I said that out loud.

“I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-”

“Awfully hypocritical of both of us, huh?” he noted, with a discreet smile pulling on his lips. 

Relieved, realizing he hadn’t taken offense, you sheepishly returned his smile, “I guess so. I don’t think I’ll get to keep being hypocritical about our ugly scarfs, though. I can’t seem to find mine, it’s been gone ever since that party.”

It was like a light bulb went on in Higuruma’s mind, and he cleared his throat before saying, “well, I may just prove you wrong. Follow me.”

Not fully understanding what he meant by that, you stood by him while he paid for his coffee, got it and walked outside. The cold winter breeze prickled your cheeks and your uncovered neck like hair-thin razor blades, and you followed Higuruma towards a car that wasn’t all that strange to you. Upon further inspection, you noticed that it was indeed his car, the old navy blue beat up thing you used as a shield for the wind during that night when you tried and failed at least half a dozen times to light a cigarette.

And then met him, and gave him a vodka scare.

And helped patting him dry with your-

“Here,” he called out, opening the door to the back seat. Sure enough, you saw that red, frizzly old thing tangled up in a ball.

“My scarf!” you reached inside and took it out, instantly throwing it around your neck. Higuruma noticed how you were genuinely pleased to have finally found it, and thought to himself that he’d most likely feel the same way if he ever lost and found his beat up, old shawl. 

It was just one of those things imbued with a sense of history and familiarity that only beat up, old tokens from days past had.

“Thank you,” you whispered, while sliding your fingers through the worn out cotton. “It was a gift. I might complain about it more often than not, but-”

“But it’s an important part of your life,” he replied, and you both glanced at each other while you nodded.

“Yes. Something like that. It’s my favorite curse to carry around while complaining about it, you know?” you mused, adjusting it around your neck and gratefully welcoming the warmth it brought around your neck. 

“I think I do,” he answered finally, taking a sip from his coffee.

“Let me repay you,” you offered. “Can I offer you a snack, or anything? Perhaps a smoke?”

“I’ll take you up on that cigarette offer,” he replied, and you pulled your pack out of your coat. Giving it a few taps, a cigarette popped up, and you took it in your lips, pulling another one and handing it to him.

Against his better judgement, Higuruma was slightly disappointed, and for a second, felt like kicking himself over it.

Idiot, you can’t seriously be expecting her to light a cigarette for me every time she offers you a smoke. Actually, I shouldn’t expect that at all.

 Against his will, Higuruma felt his cheeks warming up, and he tried his best to dive his face into his shawl while politely took the cigarette off your hands. You didn’t notice his moves and offered him your lighter — the same yellow, disposable one he had given you days ago. He picked it up, lit his cigarette and returned it.

“I see you still have it,” Higuruma noted, smiling gently, and you acquiesced.

“It has been my faithful companion for these past few weeks. I’m just glad I haven’t lost it like I lost my scarf,” you said before chuckling.

Higuruma leaned over the guardrail with his elbows, finally relaxing after… God knows how long. Slowly, he seemed to be getting lost in thought, and you seized the opportunity to better look at his shawl.  It had a sunflower pattern that went in a straight line right in front of it.

Still looking around as he stewed in his silent contemplations, you noticed there was a bag laying on top of his passenger’s seat. Peeping through it, stood a single sunflower, and what seemed to be the top of a Kirin bottle.

A sunflower man, hm?

The thought amused you as the corners of your mouth perked up in a gleeful smile, but you were quickly pulled out from it.

“Do you work nearby?” he asked, while taking a drag from his cigarette. “This is far from campus.”

“No. I mean, not yet. I was just… chasing my dreams,” you remarked, puffing some smoke. “What about you, Professor?”

Higuruma chuckled softly.

“I was being haunted by mine.”

You must’ve looked puzzled, because he quickly amended, “I was just on my way to visit someone and took a break for some coffee, that’s all.”

“Oh, I see,” you replied, realizing you were probably getting in his way. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to keep you from your appointment. I-”

“It’s okay, there’s no one waiting for me. Or so I like to think.”

That comment left you with more questions than answers.

“Apologies. I don’t mean to keep you from going about the rest of your day too,” he bid behind a curtain of smoke, “and thank you for the cigarette. I really needed it.”

With your final puffs, you put your cigarette out and smiled at Higuruma.

“It’s okay, Professor. I should really get going, though. We are, indeed, far from campus and I’d like to get to my dorm before it’s dark.”

With a bow, you walked away, leaving Higuruma to his own devices. He sighed, alone with himself and his thoughts once again, turning his attention once more to the bag he had inside his car.

“Hiromi,” a familiar voice called out. Higuruma turned around, only to be met by Nanami, who had a indecipherable expression on his face.

Minutes before, Nanami decided to visit the nearby cafe and check if they had his favorite casse croûte that day. He wouldn’t mind getting a croissant, though.

 Upon stepping outside his building with dreams of pastries swirling around his overworked mind, he noticed you and Higuruma outside the cafe, and figured that was the perfect opportunity to approach you both and introduce you as the new intern for the criminal law department. It was just a matter of time before Higuruma accepted his offer, as Nanami thought, and you’d be both working together. However, before he could, Nanami noticed you and Higuruma were chatting, and not only that, but you approached Higuruma’s car and got something — apparently belonging to you — from his back seat. The ugliest red scarf Nanami had ever seen.

… What?

Nanami then remembered that you were a student on the very same university he tended to.

The same one in which Higuruma was a teacher too.

Why does Hiromi have things belonging to a student in the backseat of his car, of all places?  

Nanami was at a loss for words, and faltered for a few moments, wondering how he should ask Hiromi about this. That is, if he even should ask Hiromi about anything at all. Nanami decided to watch from afar, and something about the way Higuruma was carrying himself bothered Nanami.

He had only seen his best friend behaving like that in very specific scenarios, ones in which Hiromi definitely shouldn’t be interacting with a student of his.

After you left, Kento finally walked towards Hiromi, still uncertain if he should question his friend about the nature of your relationship with him. He could be imagining things.

But something was definitely disturbing him, he was sure of it. Something he couldn’t quite put a finger on.

“Kento, hi! Oh… I had forgotten, your firm is nearby, isn’t it?” Hiromi asked while looking around. “Sorry, I always seem to forget where it is. That explains why this cafe felt so familiar. Care for a smoke?”

“No.”

“You haven’t smoked with me in a long time,” Higuruma offered, pulling his own cigarette pack from his coat’s inner pocket. 

“I quit years ago,” Nanami reminded him, trying to put an end to this conversation detour.

“You still smoke on special occasions,” Higuruma offered, “eh, I wish I had your resolve.”

“You do, you just fail to direct it at things that will benefit you in the long run.”

“Just my little human shortcoming, I guess,” Higuruma finally replied, sparing Nanami a soft smile. He walked towards his car while unlocking it, “Let’s have something to eat, the coffee opened up my appetite. I just need to get more coins in case I end up going over the meter’s time limit, hold on.”

“Hiromi,” Nanami said once again, his tone graver than usual. That caught Higuruma’s attention.

“Hm, is everything okay?” Higuruma asked while leaning into his car.

Before Nanami could go on with his planned line of inquiry, he noticed what was over passenger’s seat. Especially the sunflower.

“Are you at it again?” Nanami asked, gesturing with his head towards it.

“Ah, you saw it…” Higuruma commented, as if he was a child being caught red handed while making a mess out of the house. “Well, yes. I’m trying to, and failing at it once again.”

“You know you don’t have to go, right?” Kento offered, while pulling some change from his pocket. “I have coins, we’ll be fine. Let me get you a snack, this cafe has the best casse croute around.”

“I do have to go, though,” Higuruma closed the door and stepped back onto the sidewalk. “I should, at least.”

Higuruma’s earlier energy seemed to wane ever so slightly, his shoulders falling while he slouched, unconsciously making himself smaller. 

“I don’t think I’ll manage to do it today, either,” he finally said, his eyes low on his feet, and his voice barely above a whisper.

Assessing the situation, it was clear that Higuruma was in no way in the right mindset to have that conversation regarding you, so Nanami put a mental note on it to ask about it at a later time. He stepped beside Hiromi and put a hand gently on his shoulder, sighing.

“Is it low tar?” Nanami questioned, clearing his throat to disguise his displeasure.

“Hm, what?”

“Your cigarette. Is it low tar?”

Higuruma huffed, a tiny smile forming on his lips as he said, “yes, yes it is.”

In a smooth motion, Higuruma pulled his pack back out of his coat and took two cigarettes out of it, handing one to Nanami along with a lighter. With the disposition of a man ready to face the electric chair, Kento pursed his lips around the cigarette, and lit it, only to be thrown in a coughing fit moments later.

“How the mighty do fall,” Higuruma noted with a discreet smirk on his lips, “you used to smoke more than me.”

“Shut up,” Nanami managed to churn out in between coughs, “this brand is awful.”

His friend chuckled while taking one long drag from his cigarette.

“Hey, Kento.”

“What?” Nanami considered tossing the cigarette as far as he could, but tried his best to survive it, even if just for Hiromi’s benefit.

“Is that offer still on the table? To…” Hiromi paused for a moment, clearing his throat, “hm, work in your firm?”

Managing to get his throat and lungs under control, Nanami glanced at Hiromi, knowing full well that good things came to those who wait.

Just like he had.

“Yes. Why do you ask?”

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Adding on to that lovely rant from @portraitofadyke about why Steve/Peggy wasn't a good ending that you just posted - Marvel acts like they were this tragic lost love but it really wasn't that. For starters, I think both Marvel and some fans forget that Steve was given an opportunity to date Peggy and he didn't take it. In the bar scene Peggy goes up to him all dressed up and basically tells him she'd be happy to dance with him (a reference to their earlier conversation). And what was Steve's reaction to this? Nothing. He was on a night out at a bar with friends, there was nothing to stop him from either dancing with her right then and there, or even agreeing to dance with her later. But he doesn't, he just stands there. If Bucky wasn't there to keep the conversation going it would a very awkward moment.

(And speaking of Bucky - usually if you were out with a friend and someone you liked approached you and asked you out you'd either take the person to a more private area or ask the friend to leave right? But Bucky doesn't leave them alone and Steve doesn't ask him to.)

So Steve does take her up on her offer, or follow her when she leaves. And bear in mind during ww2 it was common for couples to get together much quicker than they normally would. There was nothing preventing Steve from dancing with her, but he instead chose to stay at the bar with the Howlies, particularly Bucky. Now 'Choosing hanging out with your male best friend in an intimate setting over a girl who just asked you out' doesn't exactly scream 'tragic lost love' does it? (And Steve always fights for what he wants. If he really wanted to, he would've).

Steve only actually agrees to the dance when he's about to die. Meaning he only agreed to it when he knew there was absolutely 0 chance of him actually doing it. How romantic. And you'd think if he really wanted to be together he'd not want to die at the end right? Yes, the plane was busted and he was forced to down the plane, but he didn't have to not give her his location. But he didn't want to be found/rescued. He literally chose dying over being with her!

When he later wakes up in the future and Fury asks him if he's okay he replies with 'I had a date.' But why would he be disappointed about not getting to go on a date he didn't actually want to go on? It makes more sense if you read it as him being disappointed about not getting to reunite with Bucky. Because Bucky died and then Steve killed himself not long after.

Then there's the deleted scene. Steve is looking through files of all the dead Howling Commandos and he comes across Peggy's file. He can see that she's alive and her contact information. You'd think if he was desperately missing her he'd immediately reach out and try to find her. But instead he chooses to wander around the city before ending up at a gym. So that's a second time where he could be with her and actively chooses not to be.

The line 'As the world's leading expert on waiting too long . . . don't' from Age of Ultron is used on Steggy posts, but as I've pointed out, he didn't wait for her. The line probably was suppsosed to be about Peggy since Steve's vision later had her in it (when it should've been Bucky) but it doesn't work for her. But then if Steve regretted not telling Bucky he loved him before he died . . . well then the line makes sense.

Another thing about Age of Ultron is that Steve explicitly states that he does not want the white picket fence family life that Tony and Clint want. Let's imagine this whole thing with a genderbent version of Steggy for a sec. You have this woman who is asked out by a guy and she chooses not to go out with him. She actively chooses her best friend instead. She states outright that she doesn't want a typical marriage and family life. Then her 'happy ending' is living that white picket fence married life that she never wanted with the man she never wanted. (And yes of course people can change their mind but we need to see that happen. You can't just do a 180 of their entire character out of nowhere).

Compare all this to how Steve reacts to Bucky. Bucky is going off to war? Steve does all he can to join him. Bucky might be dead? Steve immediately drops everything to go find him. Bucky dies? Steve gets revenge then tries to join him. Bucky is alive and doesn't know him? Steve does everything he can to help him. Bucky is going to be shot on sight? Steve travels across countries to save him. One of Steve's teammates tries to kill Bucky? Steve does everything he can to stop this. The only time Steve doesn't react like this is during Endgame, where he is ridiculously ooc.

Marvel did write a tragic love story for Steve. It just wasn't with Peggy.

You are ABSOLUTELY correct, dearest anon. So very very correct. The only thing I'm on the fence about is the 'I had a date' line - I do much prefer to interpret it in the way you propose here, and I think it would make infinitely more sense, but on the on the other hand, I think we can also say that was just lazy writing for sentimental, heterosexual effect in the same way as all of Endgame, particularly that ending, was lazy writing for sentimental, heterosexual effect.

Anyway, I totally agree with everything else. Steve and Peggy didn't have a tragic love story, not even close. At most, at most they had mutual admiration and perhaps a little crush on each other, but that's as far as it ever went, if you ask me. Marvel tried to tell us they had this epic love story, but they didn't show us. What they showed us instead, apparently unwittingly, was an epic love story between Steve and Bucky. And when they realised.... Well.

[loonylupinblack3]

𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x driver!reader

Warnings: angst, swearing

Summary: breaking up with Charles to protect your career was the hardest thing you'd ever done, but what if it was all for nothing?

Word count: 1.5k

part 2

Charles stared at you from afar, brown eyes tracing your every movement as you talked to Lando Norris, the first driver for Mclaren. He watched as you laughed, your eyes crinkling and smile widening, looking for all the world like you were genuinely happy.

His body ached for you. He wanted to touch you again, to wrap his arms around your waist, press a kiss to your cheek, feel you lean into him and sigh, that content, dreamy sigh you did whenever he was around.

He wanted to go back to the days where it was hasty kisses in empty rooms, sneaking away at every opportunity, lazy mornings spent together within the confines of hotel rooms. He wanted you back in his arms even if it was behind doors; he didn’t care. He just wanted you.

He looked at you and then he looked at himself, his hands that ached to hold you again but never would. He clenched them into fists, nails digging into his skin as his knuckles turned white, the prickle of pain starting. Charles didn’t mind; he liked it even. It distracted him, made him think about something else for once, instead of you.

Because it was always you

You were trying to ignore Charles to the best of your ability. It was difficult, however, when your body had become so attuned to him, you could feel when he entered a room. It was unfair. You were the one who broke things off, so why were you acting like some wounded animal whenever you saw Charles?

You sat in the driver’s room, a few other drivers occupying the space alongside you, Charles included. He was on the other side of the room though, so you settled for talking to Lando, hoping the Mclaren driver would provide a distraction.

“Did you hear two of the drivers are hooking up?”

If you were drinking water you probably would have choked on it, and even so you still sort of gaped at him, jaw hanging open like an idiot.

“What?” 

Lando grinned at your reaction. “Yeah, some rumour spreading across the engineering crew at Mclaren.”

“Wait, what is this about?” 

You internally groaned as George Russell sat opposite you. You didn’t mind the guy usually, was actually reasonably good friends with him, but everyone knew he had a thing for gossip, and if you wanted something kept secret, well, it was better not to tell George.

And you desperately wanted to keep this a secret.

“Two of the drivers are screwing,” Lando mused. “I wonder who.”

Unable to resist it, you shot a quick glance at Charles, to see if he was listening. He was, and he was staring right at you, eyes sombre but worried. He knew you didn’t want it to get out; that's why you’d broken up in the first place. And even with his obvious displeasure over it he still seemed to care for you.

What a jerk.

You pointedly looked away, feeling guilt and nausea build up inside you. You hadn’t wanted to end things with Charles, but you could tell he was unhappy. He wanted you two to be public, wanted everyone to know you were together. You… couldn’t do that. The standards weren’t the same for a woman in F1, and you weren’t willing to risk your career, even over Charles.

So here you were, both somewhat miserable, with the secret you sacrificed to protect trying to escape anyway.

“Two drivers are hooking up?” Pierre’s curious voice floated through the air.

For fuck’s sake.

You smiled tightly, looking up at the newcomer. “Allegedly. But we don’t know anything for sure.”

Pierre shook his head. “No, no, I think I heard something about this. Someone spotted two drivers using a spare room to.. Well, you know.”

“Why didn’t you say anything before?” Lando whined.

Pierre shrugged, sitting down next to you. “I don’t know. It was maybe two months ago? I didn’t think it was true.”

And the conversation continued, nitpicking each driver’s dating life, trying to figure out which drivers were hooking up. You felt sick, your stomach doing nauseating flips every time they suggested another driver. You could already tell they thought it was you; there weren’t any openly gay drivers on the paddock, so logically that would mean one of them had to be with you, since you were the only female on the grid.

You kept your mouth shut though, offering up no explanation or defence. You just wanted this to be over, the sickening panic clawing at your throat, its nails scratching your back, digging into your stomach, making your head spin.

They couldn’t find out. No one could. You had sacrificed everything to make sure this secret was kept in the dark. You left Charles, left the man who made you feel alive, loved, happy, so that your career could persevere unharmed. It couldn’t have all been for nothing.

You couldn’t have done it all for nothing.

Again, your eyes found Charles, because they always seemed to find him, even when you didn’t mean for them to. He was staring at you, eyes softening. You couldn’t bring yourself to look away for the life of you. Not when he was staring at you with something other than pain or anger or disgust. When he was staring at you like before, glances shared across the room, playful smirks filled with secrets only you two knew. It was like déjà vu, smacking you in the face, your breath leaving your body with a deep whoosh, feeling empty yet full at the same time.

“Y/n?” Lando prodded.

You blinked, finally tearing your gaze away from the Ferrari driver, feeling sick, yet also tingly in your chest, a feeling you thought had long diminished since you and Charles ended.

“What?” you asked distractedly.

Pierre and George shared a look, raised eyebrows, and you narrowed your eyes. 

“Are you dating anyone?” Lando repeated.

Your throat closed up, eyes darting to Charles again. He seemed almost eager to hear your answer, leaning forward slightly, eyes trained on your figure. You looked at him and you saw his pleading gaze, his hopeful posture, like he was waiting for you to say yes, a promise to him that you were still something, that you would be something in the future.

You felt your heart break a little as you looked away, back at Lando.

“No, no I’m not.”

The sound of a chair clattering backwards took your attention, everyone turning to Charles storming out of the room, hands curled into fists. He sent a glance to you, eyes angry, yet just a cover for the hurt underneath that only you seemed to be able to see, before he left, slamming the door shut behind him.

It was silent for a moment after Charles’ sudden departure, no one really sure what to say. You just prayed they didn’t make the connection between why he was angry, and tried to ignore the heavy guilt weighing you down.

“What was that about?” George asked, eyes fixed on you.

Fuck he knew. Or at least knew something.

You swallowed thickly, shrinking under his scrutinising gaze. “I don’t know.”

“He’s been having a hard time lately,” Pierre said quietly. “I think it may have something to do with his dad…. Or Jules. He hasn’t been like this since then.”

The conversation turned towards Charles instead of you, fortunately, but what wasn’t fortunate was the crushing guilt you now felt, feeling as if it was ripping you apart. Were you the reason Charles was hurting this much? For Pierre to compare it to the loss of his father, of Jules… it made you feel shit. So fucking shit. Especially because you’d always slightly regretted the decision of choosing your career over him, because no matter how much you loved driving, it could never give you the same thrill that Charles did.

And to now know he was grieving you? Well, it was safe to say you’d never hated yourself more than right now. Would you go back and change things if you could? You weren’t sure. All you could do to comfort yourself was remembering it was for a reason. To protect your career. It wasn’t all for nothing.

At that moment, your phone gave a little ping as a notification went through. As did Lando’s, and George’s, and Pierre’s.

A strange feeling of dread filled you at the sound, and as you took out your phone, you realised you had a right be dreadful, because one look at the screen was enough to make you want to bolt out the room, the little news bar lighting up your phone like a neon sign screaming, ‘you fucked up’.

Y/n L/n and Charles Leclerc previously involved in romantic relationship confirmed

You felt like you couldn’t breathe, like there was something heavy sitting on your chest, suffocating you. Everything around you became blurred, irrelevant compared to the big fuck up on your screen. You were distantly aware of Lando’s worried voice, Pierre’s hand on your back.

None of it mattered. All you could think about was Charles. You’d left him, left the life you had with him, ruined your relationship and any shred of happiness between you two to protect your career. Your precious career, like a baby to you, your whole life, the reason you walked away from the possible love of your life. And for what? For fucking nothing.

It was all for nothing.

[aventurineswife]

Can I ask for aventurine with an s/o who looks really giddy and excited except they're actually really nervous and depressive inside to the point they randomly stop acting happy one day and tell Aventurine that he can break up with them anytime he wants since they don't feel sufficient for him? Like they don't think they can compete with the pretty ladies he must see at the casino?-

“You're Everything”

Summary: Aventurine has always been able to read people, but the one person he can't quite figure out is you, his partner. Though outwardly cheerful, you've been hiding insecurities beneath your bright demeanor. One evening, during a quiet moment at home, your walls finally come down as you confess your self-doubt, feeling unworthy of Aventurine’s affection. This revelation shatters the illusion that everything is fine, and Aventurine takes the opportunity to reassure you of your worth.

Tags: Aventurine x Reader, Romance, Emotional Support, Insecurity, Reassurance, Vulnerability, Tender Moments, Established Relationship, Confessions, Trust.

Warnings: Mild emotional distress, Insecurity/confidence issues, Mild mentions of self-doubt.

A/N: shit why does that sound like me...? 😕💔

Aventurine had always been able to read people, to sense when something wasn’t quite right, when the masks people wore didn’t match the truth lurking beneath. But there was something about you—about how you always wore that giddy, almost dizzying smile—that kept him second-guessing himself. You never seemed to show your hand, always too busy hiding your true feelings behind that infectious energy.

It had taken time, but over the months of your relationship, he’d come to know you better, catching the subtle hints when your laughter wasn’t quite as bright or your movements just a little too stiff. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t worry—his strategic mind always assumed something was amiss, but you had become his anchor. He’d convinced himself that he didn’t need to dig deeper, that everything was fine as long as you looked happy. But deep down, that little seed of doubt always lingered, nestled in the back of his mind.

And that day... that day it all came crashing down.

It started with a quiet evening at home. The two of you had shared a meal, laughed about something trivial, and as always, you had worn that bubbly, almost too-exuberant smile. But there was a shift, a subtle drop in the energy that only someone who had spent so much time with you would notice. The tension in your shoulders, the way your eyes darted away when he met your gaze—it was like a veil had dropped, leaving a raw vulnerability behind.

You didn’t say anything at first, as if waiting for him to notice, to say something. But then, just as he was about to speak, you broke the silence.

"I don't think I'm good enough for you." you muttered, voice strained. Your hands trembled slightly, though you tried to keep them hidden in your lap.

Aventurine’s heart twisted. The moment you said those words, the mask shattered, and the heavy truth hit him. You hadn’t been your usual self—hadn't been genuinely happy—and he knew it was time to uncover the secret you’d been holding in.

He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, studying you carefully. “What do you mean by that?” His tone was soft, but there was a depth of concern behind it.

You swallowed, trying to compose yourself, but the words kept slipping out in a rush. "I—I don’t know, I just feel... like you could do so much better. I see how you are at the casino, surrounded by all those beautiful, confident women, and I... I can’t compete with them. I don’t even feel like I’m enough for you. You can... break up with me anytime you want. I wouldn't blame you."

The words hit Aventurine like a sucker punch. He froze for a moment, his usually steady hand twitching as he fought the urge to reach out and pull you into his arms. But instead, he stayed where he was, keeping his distance, allowing the weight of your words to settle between the two of you.

His gaze softened, his eyes fixing on you with an intensity that left no room for doubt. “You think I’m with you because of how you compare to others?” he asked, his voice a little more stern than usual. But underneath it was something deeper—something fragile, as if he was trying to keep his own composure intact.

Your head hung low, and you nodded, unable to meet his eyes. “I don’t know… It just feels like... I’m not enough for someone like you. You deserve someone who can make you happy without all this baggage."

Aventurine let out a small sigh, shaking his head slightly, as if processing the sheer weight of your words. His lips twitched upward into a soft, bittersweet smile, the kind that spoke of knowing something far deeper than surface-level impressions. He stood and walked over to you slowly, his movements calculated, but not with the usual sharpness of someone managing a deal. No, this was different. His steps were careful, as if afraid of shattering the delicate balance between the two of you.

Reaching out, he cupped your chin gently with one hand, lifting your face so you would meet his gaze. "You really think I care about comparing you to other people?" His voice, though steady, held a quiet intensity that resonated through you. "Look at me. Look at me, and understand something."

You blinked up at him, your heart thundering in your chest.

Aventurine exhaled a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. “What matters to me, what’s always mattered to me, is you. Not the ‘pretty ladies,’ not the ones who look perfect on the outside. I’ve never cared about that. Not when it’s you who can make me laugh when the world feels like it’s closing in. Not when it’s you who makes me feel... human, not just the strategist, not just the Stoneheart. I don’t need anyone else."

You felt a pang in your chest at his words, but it only deepened when he continued.

“You think you're not enough, but you're everything. The fact that you’re here, sharing this with me, means more than you can imagine. You want to know why I chose you?” His voice was softer now, coaxing, as if breaking through a dam that had held so much back. "Because you're you. You don't have to pretend to be someone you're not. You never have to compete with anyone else, not when I’ve already chosen you."

Tears welled in your eyes, but you didn’t wipe them away. His words felt like a balm to wounds you hadn't realized were so deep.

Aventurine gave you a small, sincere smile, his gaze unwavering. “I’m not going anywhere. And if you ever doubt it again, I’ll remind you. But I’m asking you now, don’t doubt yourself. Not for a second. You’re exactly what I need, exactly what I want.”

The weight that had been crushing your chest seemed to lift, and for the first time in a long while, you breathed a little easier. You couldn’t help but let out a shaky laugh, your lips curving upward despite the wetness still on your cheeks.

Aventurine laughed with you, the sound warm and full of tenderness. “There’s that smile again. I’m never letting go of it.” He wiped a stray tear from your cheek with his thumb, his eyes glimmering with something you couldn’t quite put into words.

In that moment, you understood. You weren’t just his partner. You were his, completely and irrevocably, no matter what the world outside thought or how you felt inside.

And with that, you finally let the real smile break free, one that didn’t feel forced, one that was only for him.