#because of obvious reasons) and i checked a few months ago and saw that the original cast did their last performance sometime

[empressgetou]

YOU'RE MINE, I'M YOURS

boyfriend senku x reader

hours after both of suika and y/n who went across to shore to the island where senku and the others were supposed to be. luckily for them ryusui managed to throw suika overboard who was cleaning the docks and y/n who was nearby the kid just in time for the petrification by a second.

y/n stayed behind the island to look for senku as suika went back to the ship to check up on the others and just as night the night falls ibarra and kirisame's group came checking up on the ship making the woman worried about the poor girl on her own in the ship.

"the lab!" echoed through the island.

i recognized that voice anywhere, kohaku! senku and the others must be near. as i look up on the side of the island there they were in a gather with a few people i don't recognized, i was about to ran up to them then i saw kohaku kissing senku...

KISSING SENKU??

i was never the type to be the "im jealous" girlfriend, even before the petrification my relationship with senku is actually great than the usual couples around. that's because he never gave me a reason to over something minor. sure, i may or may not have been a little jealous over the whole marriage thing that was set up with ruri back a few months but that was in the past and now i see this? boy you better have an explanation to this too or i might cut your–

i ran fast as i could to catch up, as i can already see the mobile lab who im assuming suika managed to drive through up to the mountains. as soon as the vehicle stopped they too have stopped their tracks and managed to spot me in my place.

"y/n! you're here! you weren't petrified?" gen asked surprisingly and his eyes went to the leek head whom im not naming.

"nahh ryusui managed to throw me into the ocean just in time with suika" i laughed a little remembering a few hours ago how pissed off i was thinking he has even the audacity to throw us like we're a rock or something but im glad ryusui did managed to save us.

"kekeke somehow i had a feeling you survived that thing though i never expected you'd be here on the island" senku already on my side and had a little smirk on. oh how i wanna punch that handsome face so bad right now.

i rolled my eyes, "course i did. m'not really and idiot ya know." i smirked back.

"good job, you two!" praised senku.

we managed to get out of the villagers hair and went to the underwater cave to hide in the meantime while we prepare in infiltrating the harem and well that includes getting kohaku ready for the act.

"the ingredients are simple!"

"honey, lemon and coconut?"

"ahhh you're making a conditioner?"

"that's ten billion points for you, my dearest!" senku pointed at me as if ive won the lottery.

"you mind leaving me some for my hair?"

and then here's amaryllis having the greatest idea i never would've thought i'd come up with. but men dressing as women? specially senku? i never thought i'd see the day.

"pftt"

"yeah, yeah laugh it while you can honey. you don't know what's coming next for ya." he said while having an obvious annoyed face.

gen however pulled it off but his height was a bit much for an average girl. then there's soyuz, yeah i dont even wanna explain how he looks. and then lastly ginro, well he passed, perfection i might add.

"well that's that. obviously we know who is coming to the harem" i said as i was about to go back to the mobile lab, kohaku spoke.

"we're not done yet y/n, you're next!" and managed to pull me to her side.

"waittt! im not–"

"no buts! come on, you're a candidate yourself if i say so myself plus we could totally infiltrate the harem without a problem if both of you and me work together inside."

"ughhh nooo i don't wanna. too much workkk"

kohaku and amaryllis managed to dress up y/n nicely and while doing so senku's eyes never left her figure and her hair specially. he realized that y/n never actually leave her hair down just like before the petrification maybe because they were always busy working back at the village it would be distracting having her long wavy hair in the way, he only saw her hair down whenever she'd take a bath by the river and whenever she would sleep beside him. amaryllis also put make up on y/n and it definitely just made her even more beautiful and vibrant much to senku's pleasure. he was falling all over again.

"looking good there", he complimented

"thanks. i thought you'd never notice", y/n sarcastically said.

"been a while since i've had make up on too. does it look weird?" she asked worriedly.

"nahh you're good. you're beautiful." he said almost whispering.

"alrightyyy y/n, you're coming with us right?", kohaku asked

"huh? but i'm not really needed there right? hehe", y/n tried to convince her friend.

before y/n and her group went to the harem selection she managed to get inside the mobile lab and talked to senku.

"so i was thinking since ya' know could be a few days or weeks before we'd succeed in the infiltration but i just wanna clarify something." fiddling her hands thinking maybe she just misunderstood what kohaku did to his boyfriend.

"yeah, got something to say before you leave me here all alone?" senku joked still doing his science work.

"i saw kohaku kissed you last night." and went silent, it made y/n think maybe she was stupid to even conclude at that idea.

"ah yeah she did"

"what! why?"

"easy tiger, that was unexpected for me as well, we have to get a distraction from the enemy. gen's fault he included me."

silence again.

"but i guess that made you uncomfortable huh?" she nodded still fiddling her fingers.

he saw this and went to holding her close.

"m'sorry if it made you feel bad, i take full responsibility of how you're feeling right now. tell you what i'll give gen an earful about that and maybe after this whole infiltration thing, we spend time more together after, hmm?" trying to apologize the woman.

"mmm, i see.."

"i understand i just want to know why it had to be done." she said faintly smiling.

"m'sorry if you understood that way. there's nothing going on. m'still yours forever and always" he tried to cheer up.

she then hugged him and he immediately reciprocated. silence engulfing them once again while enjoying the company of each other.

"i love you"

"me to honey. i love you so damn much. i'm yours. okay?" reassuring her and gently pushing his lips into her sweet candy flavored ones.

masterlist

"mmm, you're mine and i'm yours" she giggled.

[shitsndgiggs]

Hello there i am new here and love your work so much, this is my first ever request so i hope you could consider writing when you have time.

So the oc and Kenan have know each other since child and their family are also close. Oc have a huge crush on Kenan so did him, but oc is not afraid of showing it so everyone around them friends and family knew about it. They never confess but their actions shows. Kenan have lots of girls pursuing him so oc have moments where she is vey jealous because Kenan is a kind hearted person and talks nicely to them, but Kenan somehow make up to it(?). But.. one day she saw him kiss a beautiful influencer and assume they are dating and oc distance herself from Kenan's life. And Kenan try go win her back and confess to each other.

A little angst with fluff and happy ending please. Thank you <3

JUST US - KENAN YILDIZ

… idk what to write here

Kenan Yildiz x fem! reader

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Growing up in a small town, the lines between family and friendship were often blurred. My family and Kenan’s were the epitome of that.

From playdates to family dinners, our lives were intertwined in ways that made it impossible to separate one from the other.

We were always together, whether we liked it or not. But as we grew older, what started as innocent childhood companionship evolved into something more complex—at least, for me.

I don’t remember the exact moment I realized I had a crush on Kenan. Maybe it was when he defended me against a playground bully in third grade, or when he spent a whole weekend helping me finish a school project that was due on Monday.

Or perhaps it was the way he always had this stupid grin on his face whenever he saw me, like seeing me was the best part of his day. Whatever it was, my crush on him grew slowly, steadily, until it became impossible to ignore.

Unlike most people with a secret crush, I didn’t exactly try to hide it. I couldn’t help but blush whenever he was near, and I’d make up the most ridiculous excuses just to spend more time with him.

My friends teased me about it constantly, and our families noticed, too.

They’d exchange knowing looks whenever I gazed a little too long at him, or when I found some flimsy reason to sit next to him at the dinner table. It wasn’t a secret to anyone—except Kenan himself.

Despite my obvious affections, Kenan remained blissfully unaware. He was kind-hearted and warm, with an easygoing nature that drew people to him, especially girls.

And that was the problem.

Even though everyone knew how I felt about him, Kenan never seemed to catch on, or maybe he just didn’t feel the same way.

It didn’t help that there were always girls pursuing him, drawn in by his charm and good looks. He never shied away from them, always speaking kindly, his warm nature making him a magnet for attention. I hated it.

Jealousy wasn’t a feeling I was proud of, but it was hard to avoid when Kenan seemed to have a new admirer every week.

He was nice to them, of course—too nice, in my opinion—and I often found myself seething silently as I watched him chat and laugh with girls who were far prettier and more confident than I was.

But just when I’d start to spiral into insecurity, Kenan would do something small but meaningful, like sending me a text to check in or inviting me over to hang out. It was his way of showing he still cared about me, even if it wasn’t in the way I wanted.

One time, after I had been particularly distant during a group outing, Kenan surprised me by showing up at my house with my favorite snacks and a dumb movie he knew I loved. We spent the entire evening on my couch, laughing until our sides hurt.

In those moments, it was easy to believe that maybe, just maybe, he felt the same way about me. But then I’d see him with another girl, and the doubts would creep back in.

The worst of it happened a few months ago. We were at a mutual friend’s birthday party when I saw him talking to a beautiful influencer who had recently moved to our town.

She was everything I wasn’t—gorgeous, sophisticated, and exuding a confidence that seemed effortless. I tried to stay away, to not let it bother me, but when I saw them kissing in a corner of the backyard, it felt like my heart had been ripped out of my chest.

I don’t remember much of what happened next. I left the party as quickly as I could, my mind reeling with a mix of anger and heartbreak. The next few weeks were a blur. I distanced myself from Kenan, avoiding him at all costs.

He tried to reach out multiple times, but I either ignored his calls or gave him the cold shoulder whenever he tried to talk to me in person. My heart couldn’t take it. If he had moved on with someone else, then I needed to let him go, even if it hurt like hell.

Kenan, however, was persistent. He’d show up at my house with lame excuses, like borrowing a book or asking for advice on something trivial.

Each time, I’d keep my answers short, making it clear that I didn’t want to talk. But he didn’t give up. It was like he couldn’t understand why I was pulling away, and the frustration was evident on his face.

Finally, one evening, I couldn’t take it anymore. He had shown up at my door again, this time with a sad smile and an apology for not calling ahead. I could see the concern etched on his face, but I was too exhausted to pretend everything was fine.

“Kenan, I really don’t have time for this,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady.

“What happened, Y/N? You’ve been avoiding me for weeks. Did I do something wrong?”

His voice was laced with genuine confusion and concern, and it broke my heart even more.

I wanted to scream, to tell him everything, but the words stuck in my throat. Instead, I just shook my head. “No, you didn’t do anything wrong. I just… I need some space.”

His expression softened as he took a step closer. “Is this about that party? The one where I… kissed that girl?”

My heart skipped a beat at the mention of it, but I forced myself to stay calm. “Why would that matter to me? You’re free to do whatever you want, Kenan.”

“But it does matter to you, doesn’t it?” he asked, his voice dropping to a whisper.

I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. The truth was too painful to admit.

Kenan sighed, running a hand through his hair in frustration. “Y/N, I never wanted to hurt you. That kiss… it didn’t mean anything. I was just trying to be polite. It’s nothing compared to what I feel for you.”

My eyes snapped up to meet his. “What?”

He took a deep breath, stepping even closer until there was barely any space between us. “Y/N, I’ve liked you for as long as I can remember. I just… I didn’t know how to tell you. And then you started avoiding me, and I thought I’d lost my chance.”

I stared at him in disbelief, my mind struggling to process what he was saying. “You… you like me?”

Kenan’s gaze was intense as he nodded. “Yes, I do. More than you know. And seeing you pull away from me has been killing me. I don’t want to lose you, Y/N. I never did.”

Tears welled up in my eyes as the weight of his words finally hit me. All this time, I had been doubting his feelings, assuming the worst, when in reality, he had felt the same way about me all along.

“But… you never said anything,” I whispered, my voice trembling.

“I was scared,” he admitted, his own voice breaking slightly. “Scared that I wasn’t good enough for you, that you’d realize you could do better. And then when you started pulling away, I thought maybe I was right.”

I couldn’t hold back the tears any longer. They spilled down my cheeks as I closed the gap between us, wrapping my arms around him in a tight hug. “You idiot,” I sobbed into his chest. “I’ve been in love with you for years.”

Kenan’s arms tightened around me, holding me close as if he never wanted to let go. “I’m so sorry, Y/N. I never meant to make you feel like you weren’t important to me. You’re the most important person in my life.”

We stood there for what felt like an eternity, just holding each other, letting the years of unspoken feelings and misunderstandings melt away.

When we finally pulled back, Kenan cupped my face in his hands, his thumbs brushing away my tears.

“I don’t want to hide how I feel anymore,” he said softly, his eyes locked on mine. “I love you, Y/N. And I’m going to spend every day proving it to you, if you’ll let me.”

My heart swelled with emotion as I nodded, a smile breaking through the tears. “I love you too, Kenan.”

He leaned in then, his lips capturing mine in a kiss that was soft and tender, yet filled with all the passion and love we had kept buried for so long.

It was a kiss that spoke of promises and new beginnings, of a future where we no longer had to hide our feelings from each other.

When we finally pulled apart, Kenan rested his forehead against mine, his breath warm against my skin. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that,” he murmured, a small smile tugging at his lips.

I laughed softly, the sound light and carefree. “Probably as long as I’ve wanted you to.”

He chuckled, pulling me back into his arms. “Well, now we don’t have to wait anymore. We’re in this together, okay? No more hiding, no more misunderstandings. Just us.”

“Just us,” I repeated, feeling a sense of peace and happiness that I hadn’t felt in a long time.

[allthelovehes]

Lost and Found*

Summary: Harry and Y/N have been best friends since they were little kids but they lost track of each other over time. When Harry is in town for his tour they finally reunite and their meeting is sweeter than ever.

Pairing: Famous!Harry x Reader

Word count: 3.5K

Warnings: Smut, fluff, cute.

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A/N: I had this idea on my list for a while so I figured why not write it?

It's been a very long time since you last saw your best friend. It has been years, which is a shame, but there were reasons. The biggest reason was that he is one of the most famous pop stars in the world, and that causes his schedule to be incredibly full. There is also the fact that, because he is touring the world, you are not even living in the same country for the longest time.

Harry always tries to keep in touch, even with the crazy life he leads. But that can mean only brief texts and the occasional phone call. Sometimes not even those. The last time you heard from him was six months ago when he called to ask how your family was doing. He sounded so tired but excited. You talked for an hour, and it was almost like the last years hadn't happened.

With his latest album out and him being back on the road, you decided to buy yourself a ticket to his next Wembley show. This is an amazing opportunity for you to see your best friend and for him to hopefully spot you among the thousands of fans.

The excitement about this day has been building up inside of you ever since you decided to do this. You know you can't expect much attention from Harry after the concert, but you're looking forward to seeing him and getting to see him perform. You haven't seen him in person since his first headlining tour.

You are now on your way home from work and still have a few hours to go before you have to head out for the concert. You take a shower and then put on the T-shirt and jeans that you have planned to wear to the concert. When you get into the kitchen, you realize that you are too nervous and excited to eat, so you settle for a banana. You check the time and are happy to notice that you still have some time left to spare, so you go into the living room and switch on the television.

There are no good shows on, so you switch to the music channels and find one that is showing a rerun of a Harry Styles interview. You smile as you watch him talk. Even after all these years, it's still the same Harry. He's still your Harry. You feel a pang in your heart when he smiles his cheeky grin at the interviewer, and you realize just how much you miss him.

As if reading your mind, your phone vibrates on the coffee table. You reach for it and see Harry's caller ID on the screen. You pick up and bring the phone to your ear.

"Harry?"

"Hi, love!" He sounds excited. "Did I call at a good time? Are you busy?"

"No, I'm not. I was just watching TV." She decides to not tell him that she is going to see him in a couple of hours.

"Oh, what are you watching?"

"Um, an interview. It's not important. What are you doing? Shouldn't you be in rehearsals?"

"I have a free half hour, and I'm hiding in my dressing room, so nobody can find me. I really needed to talk to you, and I couldn't wait anymore."

"Why did you need to talk to me? Is something wrong?"

"No, it's nothing like that. You're going to my concert tonight, aren't you?"

Your eyes grow wide and your stomach somersaults. How did he know? Did you give something away?

"How...how did you know?" you finally manage to say.

"I'm not stupid, Y/N. I know how you talk when you're nervous and when you're not. When I told you about the Wembley shows, your voice didn't sound like usual. You sounded nervous, and it was pretty obvious that you were going." He laughs on the phone.

"Wow, I'm not very subtle, am I?" You feel stupid.

"You really aren't." His voice sounds warm and inviting, and you feel a shiver running down your spine.

"So, why did you want to call me, if it wasn't to tell me not to come?"

"Oh, I would never tell you not to come. I really want to see you tonight."

"But...aren't there a thousand people coming? You probably won't even see me."

"Don't worry, love. I will definitely see you. If I don't, you should find the stage door and knock. My security team knows about you. They'll let you in."

"Really? Harry, you're crazy. You have a concert to prepare for. You shouldn't let random fans into your dressing room."

"But you're not a random fan. You're Y/N."

"I'm glad that you still think of me like that, even though we haven't seen each other in a while."

"What do you mean?" Harry sounds confused. "Of course, I still think of you as my best friend. Nothing can change that."

You feel a lump forming in your throat. You don't want to cry, not now. Harry means the world to you, and he will never know. You are not the kind of girl who confesses her love to pop stars, not even when they are her best friends.

"Y/N, are you still there?"

"Yeah, I'm still here. I was just thinking about something."

"Well, stop thinking. We're going to see each other in a couple of hours." He is smiling; you can hear it in his voice.

***

When you enter the venue, the excitement inside of you is unbearable. The atmosphere is incredible, and the crowd is so full of life and happiness. Everyone is happy to be here, and so are you.

You find your seat, which is very close to the stage, and sit down. As you wait for the concert to start, you keep looking at the stage, wondering what Harry is doing right now.

Suddenly, the lights go down, and the crowd goes wild. You join in and clap your hands, your heart racing with anticipation. The stage is still dark when Harry walks onto it, and the screams get even louder.

The opening song sounds through the speakers, and the crowd sings along with Harry. You sing along, too, and the feeling is indescribable. To hear his music live and to see the passion in his face, while he performs his songs, makes your heart melt. You can't take your eyes off him.

The next couple of songs are even more amazing, and the atmosphere is incredible. Harry seems to enjoy himself and interacts with the crowd a lot. After the fifth song, he walks to the front of the stage, looks around, and scans the crowd.

"It's great to see all your beautiful faces." He smiles his crooked smile. "There are a lot of you tonight."

You feel his eyes on you, but it's dark and the crowd is dense, so you're not sure if he really saw you. You decide not to get your hopes up, but your heart is beating faster.

"Now, this is the part of the show where I tell you a story." Harry says into the microphone, and the crowd starts screaming again. You hear a few people chant "I love you" and others calling his name.

"So, let's see. This story is about a friend of mine. A friend I haven't seen in a long time." Harry pauses and looks around again. "She is somewhere here tonight."

The crowd is silent for a moment, but then everyone is talking and pointing at each other. You feel a blush creeping into your cheeks and your pulse quickens. You can't believe that he is doing this, but you're happy about it.

"So, this friend. She is the reason why I'm here, on this stage. She has always supported me, always believed in me. Even when I didn't believe in myself." He pauses and takes a sip of water. "We went to school together. She helped me through everything. But when I became famous, I started to neglect her." The crowd interrupts him with a loud booing. "Yeah, I know. That was stupid of me. But she never gave up on me, and she is still my best friend. In fact, she's my favourite friend. I'm sorry, everyone." The crowd laughs and cheers.

You are amazed and speechless. He really did this for you. And the fact that he still considers you his best friend is the best thing that has happened in a while. You can't help it, but tears are falling down your cheeks, and your hands are shaking. Harry walks back to the middle of the stage, and the show continues.

After the concert is over, you stay in your seat. There is still a lot of time until the arena will be empty, and you're not sure what to do. Suddenly, your phone rings, and it's a number you don't recognize.

"Hello?"

"Hi, love." He sounds a little out of breath, and your stomach does a flip.

"Hey, Harry. That was an amazing show. Thank you so much."

"You're welcome. So, did you enjoy it?"

"I loved it."

"I'm so happy. Listen, are you still at the arena?"

"Yes, I am. Why?"

"Okay, so I will come to you. Wait for me, okay?"

"What do you mean, you're coming to me? Are you going to walk out into the arena, looking for me?"

"Exactly. So, wait for me."

"Harry, that's not possible. The arena is full of people. I'm not going to sit here and let you lose your way."

"Trust me, Y/N. I'll be fine. Just wait for me."

And then, he is gone.

You put your phone back into your bag and look around. The crowd has already thinned out a bit, and there are a few people around you. You get up and stand at the end of the row. People are walking past you and talking to each other.

Suddenly, someone grabs your wrist, and you turn around. Your eyes grow wide and your mouth falls open.

"H-Harry..."

"Hi, love. Sorry it took so long. I got a little lost."

You can't believe that he is standing in front of you, looking like a god in his black outfit. He has a beanie on his head, and his eyes are sparkling. Without thinking, you wrap your arms around his neck and bury your face in his shoulder. He hugs you back, and you can't help but inhale his scent.

"I missed you," you say.

"I missed you, too. Now, how about we get out of here?"

"Good idea. Where are we going?"

"Somewhere private."

"Sounds good to me."

He lets go of you and takes your hand. Together, you leave the arena and head for the stage door. Outside, there is a huge crowd waiting, but his security team has already cleared the way, and the fans are standing behind the barriers. He smiles at them and waves. They are screaming, and the paparazzi are taking pictures.

He guides you through the crowd and towards the car park. A black car is waiting, and he opens the door for you. You get in, and he slides in after you. The driver starts the engine, and the car pulls away from the curb.

"Where are we going?" you ask.

"My hotel. We're staying in London for two more nights. I have a suite with a view of the city."

"That's nice. I hope the view is nice, too."

"You're going to like it." He looks at you, and your heart skips a beat.

You reach the hotel, and the driver stops the car. Harry gets out first and holds the door open for you. You step out and look up at the huge building. The entrance is illuminated, and there are a lot of people coming and going.

He takes your hand and leads you into the lobby. Nobody pays attention to you, and it's a relief. You don't want people staring at you. He guides you towards the elevators and presses the button. A moment later, the doors slide open, and you step into the elevator. He presses the button for the top floor and then looks at you.

"I'm sorry it has been such a long time."

"It's okay, Harry. I know that you have a busy life. And I'm really proud of you."

"Thank you. It means a lot to me." He steps closer to you, and your breath hitches. He lifts his hand and brushes a strand of hair from your face. His touch sends shivers down your spine, and you feel yourself blushing.

The elevator doors open, and he leads you to his suite. He opens the door and lets you inside. You are amazed by the beautiful room. There is a huge bed, a seating area with a fireplace, and a balcony with a spectacular view.

"Wow, this is amazing."

"I knew you'd like it." He grins and takes your hand again. "Come on, let's sit down."

He guides you to the seating area on the balcony and sits down. You sit down next to him and take a deep breath.

"How long have we known each other?"

"Since we were ten."

"It's been twenty years, and we're still friends."

"Best friends," you correct him.

"Yes, best friends."

"Even when I neglected you."

"Hey, don't do that. You didn't neglect me. You were just busy."

"Busy doesn't even cover it."

"Stop it. We're still friends. That's what matters."

"I know, but I was stupid. And I'm sorry."

"It's okay, Harry. Let's stop apologizing. I wanna enjoy being here with you." You say with a twinkle in your eyes. You lean back and look at the skyline. The city is lit up and looks beautiful. You can hear the traffic below, but it's a distant noise. The moment is magical, and you are enjoying every second of it. He puts his arm around you, and you lean against his shoulder. You sigh happily and close your eyes.

"Hey, are you tired?" he asks.

"No, just relaxed."

"Okay. Well, I have a question for you."

"Ask away."

"Why didn't you ever tell me?"

"Tell you what?"

"That you love me."

Your eyes fly open, and your heart stops. He is looking at you, and his expression is serious. You swallow hard and try to think of an answer. But your brain doesn't cooperate, and you can't speak.

"W-what are you talking about?" You stutter.

"I'm talking about the fact that you are in love with me."

"No, I'm not. Why would you think that?"

"Because it's obvious. I saw it tonight at the concert. When I talked about you."

"Oh."

"You looked shocked and then so happy. It's the same look I have when I'm thinking about you." You can't believe what he is saying. Does he really mean it? Or is he just playing with your emotions?

"Why didn't you ever tell me? Because of my job?"

"No, it's not that. I just...I didn't want to ruin our friendship. You're the most important person in my life, and I didn't want to lose you."

"Oh, love. You will never lose me."

"Promise?"

"Promise." He leans closer to you and places a soft kiss on your cheek. Your heart is racing, and the butterflies in your stomach are going crazy. He pulls away, and you can see the sparkle in his eyes. His gaze drops to your lips, and he smiles.

"Y/N, can I kiss you?"

"Yes," you whisper.

He cups your face with his hands and leans in. Your eyes flutter closed, and his lips touch yours. The kiss is slow and gentle. His lips are soft and taste like mint. You feel a tingle in your stomach, and you can't help but sigh. His tongue darts out and caresses your lips. You open your mouth, and he slips his tongue inside. Your tongues tangle together, and the kiss becomes more passionate. When you finally pull apart, you are breathing heavily. He smiles and strokes your cheek.

"That was amazing," you say.

"Yes, it was. And it's about time." He laughs.

"It's been a long time coming." You grin.

"Yes, it has."

He pulls you into his arms and kisses your temple. You lean against his chest and breathe in his scent. It feels so right to be here with him. After all these years, you finally feel like you belong.

"What are you thinking about?" he asks.

"About the fact that I don't wanna go home."

"Who said you have to?"

"What do you mean?"

"Stay with me tonight."

"Really?"

"Yes. Stay the night. I don't want you to leave."

"Okay."

"Great. Let's go inside."

He stands up and takes your hand. You follow him into the suite and sit down on the bed. He sits down next to you and strokes your cheek. You look into his eyes and see the same desire that you feel. You lean in and kiss him. His lips are warm and soft, and his tongue feels amazing. Your body is tingling, and you can't get enough. You wrap your arms around his neck and deepen the kiss. He pulls you closer and kisses you passionately. Your bodies are pressed together, and you can feel his arousal. You moan and rub your body against his. He breaks the kiss and looks at you. His eyes are dark with lust, and his pupils are dilated.

"Mhm, Y/N. You're driving me crazy." He pulls you into his lap and kisses you again. His hands roam your body, and you arch your back. He slips his hand under your shirt and cups your breast. You gasp and close your eyes. He squeezes your breast and rolls your nipple between his fingers.

"Oh God," you moan.

"Do you like that?"

"Yes. It feels so good."

He keeps massaging your breast while kissing your neck. You grind your hips against him, and he groans. You can feel his erection, and it turns you on even more. He moves his hand to your other breast and starts massaging it.

He pushes you onto the bed and gets on top of you. His hands move under your shirt, and he pulls it off. You arch your back and expose your breasts. He licks his lips and leans down to kiss your nipples. He sucks on one and flicks his tongue over the other. You moan and dig your nails into his back.

He moves his hand down to your pants and starts undoing the button. He pulls them down, along with your panties, and tosses them aside. He looks at your naked body and smiles.

"You're so beautiful."

He leans down and kisses you. His tongue darts out, and he runs it over your lips. You part your lips and let him inside. He explores your mouth and moans.

"Mhm, I want you."

"Then take me," you say.

He pulls his shirt off and throws it aside. He undoes his pants and pushes them down. He kneels between your legs and looks at you. You can see his erection through his boxers. You bite your lip and reach out. You run your hand over his bulge and feel the heat. He groans and closes his eyes.

"Y/N."

"Yes?"

"I want you so bad."

"Then take me."

He quickly pulls his boxers down before he grabs your hips and pushes you further onto the bed. He lies down on top of you and kisses you. His erection rubs against your core, making you gasp.

"God, you're so wet." He moves his hand between your legs and strokes your clit. You moan and buck your hips. He positions his cock at your entrance and pushes in. You gasp and close your eyes. His cock fills you up completely, and you feel complete.

He starts moving slowly, and you cling to him. He kisses you deeply and groans. He moves faster, and you cry out. You wrap your legs around his waist and arch your back.

"Yes, Harry. Right there. Please."

He pounds into you harder, and you feel yourself approaching the edge. Never had sex felt this right.

"I'm gonna come."

"Come for me, love."

You scream his name and climax. Your body trembles, and you shudder. He moans and buries his face in your neck. You feel his release, and he collapses on top of you.

"God, Y/N. That was amazing."

"It was."

He rolls off of you and pulls you into his arms. You snuggle against his chest, and he kisses your forehead.

"So, this is where we've been heading since day one, huh?" You chuckle.

"Well, yeah. I just didn't expect it to take twenty years."

"Yeah, me neither."

"And I also thought we'd be more cautious about it." Harry laughs realising he completely forgot to use a condom.

"I don't know, I just didn't care."

"Yeah, me neither."

You kiss his cheek and rest your head on his chest.

"Harry?"

"Hm?"

"Will we be able to make this work? I mean, with our lives and everything?"

"We'll figure it out. I'm not letting you go."

"Good."

You close your eyes and listen to his heartbeat. He is holding you tight, and you can't imagine being anywhere else. You kiss his chest and slowly drift off to sleep in his arms.

[walli3darl1ng]

Okay hear me out!?

Shapeshifter reader????

Like they can shapeshift into whatever animal, person, puppet. Oh oh! And reader loves to prank the welcome home crew, like one second there wally the next there Barnaby! 'Buying' apples from howdy!

I just love the ideas the morning gives me so here we are lol

From: a new friend 🌜

To: you!💖

BRO reader is such a prankster! Like not to the point of annoyance ( you don’t do it everyday) but to the point that everyone is just cautious and fearful of each other.

I see them having code words or phrases with each other to make sure it’s not you like:

Wally Sees Barnaby

“Hey, Buddy. What’s in apple pie?”

“Wha-apples?”

“Y/n”

“How!-“

You have a unique ability, a gift some say. But you can change forms to who ever and whatever you’ve seen with your own eyes. Sadly, no you can’t change into a mermaid or dragon.

If you physically seen the living organisms or object you can turn into it!

You’re been living at the Welcome Home neighborhood for a while now, you remember the time you first got here.

First terrorizing the neighborhood as the iconic black cat; dubbed ‘the neighborhood’s chaos’ or just ‘Chaos’.

scaring Eddie when he would open up the mailboxes to deliver mail.

“Ah!- Chaos! Off you go!”

Scare the butterflies away when Frank would try and catch them. Using the poor guy as a stepping still to get to them.

“No, Chaos!”

Take Julie’s dolls and hide them.

“No, no, Chaos! Not Mr. Wiggins!”

Steal merchandise from Howdy’s.

“What was that noise? Chaos! You better not be taking the jalapeños!”

Scaring Barnaby…just to scare him.

“Good, good, chaos…Ah!!”

“Barnaby, they haven’t noticed us yet..”

Never leaving Sally alone.

“Chaos, stop, no don’t scratch that!”

And with Wally…well let’s say it’s a love-hate relationship. You’ll mess up his painting, splash around the pant and make Home dirty. Yet, he can’t stay mad at the adorable, big eyed cat face.

“Chaos, you know not to mess with my paints…”

Now you’re not all bad. No you’re misunderstood. You just wanted attention and stumbled about the neighborhood filled with new friends! Poppy’s the only one to see that, she’ll always keep a bowl of good and water for you and will sometimes have you around while she bakes.

Now it’s a big misunderstanding how you manage to join the neighborhood and let’s say it cost you your leg.

You still have it by the way, don’t worry.

They had a meeting about your mischievous ways. And traps were set, one caught you and injured your leg. And to get a better look you changed back to your form but that was the same time they check the traps and saw you.

“Chaos?”

“Yeah-well-I..it’s actually Y/n.”

And that was a few months ago and you’re all healed up. Wally was strolling down the street when he sees you skipping along. And well if you’re you, he doesn’t need to worry.

“Hey, neighbor!”

“Oh! Hi, cutie. Are you going to Howdy’s for an apple? I’m getting a jalapeño.” You smile. You always give the neighborhood nickname and treat them with love because well, that’s how you are! And because you feel bad for terrorizing then for so long.

“Mhm! But I need a favor.”

You walk inside with a chime from the bell above the door and greet Howdy. “Hi, Big Brother!”

“Good afternoon, sweetheart! Are you here for a jalapeño?” He muses with a smile and shuffles your hair.

You nod and hold you arms out with your palms up to receive your treat and then asked him for an apple. For extra sweetness? Regardless he gave it to you.

Next was Wally, who only gets one for obvious reasons.

Then, Barnaby, what’s with everyone wanting apples?

Then it was poppy getting her supply for baking sweets and when he saw that her feathers were a little discolored he knew it was you, but how can he prove it?

“Apples for apple pie, poppy?”

“Well, yeah, of course-“

“Y/n i know it’s you.”

“How?!” You didn’t have time! Run! “Wally! He’s onto us!”

This is the best I could do while listening to this lecture🫠

[voidedbattery]

Iron and Smoke

@rvbrarepairweekdos

I GOTTA GET MY CHARON STUFF IN!!!!!!!

By the way, see this post if you haven't read it yet. It has notes that you need to know when you continue to read this post.

This post has MAJOR focuses on the Sleeveless Insurrectionist and The Demoman (both of which refer to the characters in RvB).

+ POLL

also check image alts if you don't know what nonsense I drew today 🔥

This is one of the only two days where I'm gonna post about. Why? Here are my excuses:

Right, so let's get into it.

The Appetizer

Caboose x Reader

Once I looked up a fanfiction with this exact tag. I was curious, so I was wondering if there was something wholesome. And it was! I read a fanfiction on AO3 (i don't know where it is but it's like one of five) where you and Caboose decorate a cool banner and annoy everyone on base with it. How fun! Definitely the caboose of all time.

Also like... You're supposed to make ship thingies for other people on this date so here's that. I'm also gonna use the wheel too and

The Wheel

where is it

OH MY GOSH LOOK THERE'S MORE STUFF!! WOW!!!

anyways i found it after five mouse scrolls

GONNA SPIN!!

ah yes. a main character and a main character <3< <#,,333,3#<####3,3,3,3,,3,3.....

when i got a Starburst yesterday, it was orange and pink

is this

is this foreshadowing or what

yeah i still can't draw properly but i can make it obvious enough to make a couple people that i know to go crazy

i have like 7 of these drawings but they're not about halo at all so i doubt you'd be interested

but if you do, let me know!

Main Course

I'm going to expand off of this post.

In short, Ch6/Dax's arm is just as large as Ch4/Marcus' if you take the bandolier off.

Here's where the "deeper diving" begins!

Team Crimson

Who Marcus (Ch4) and Dax (Ch6) belong to

Initially started as three people

Marcus is one of those three

They advertise very lightly because of the attention they don't want to bring up, so they use posters

But it happens anyway when Ch2, Ch3, Ch4, Ch6 are KIA while Ch1 goes MIA

The above is referred to as the Longshore Massacre to some groups (this fact is mainly for a specific AU; lmk if you want in on this)

The wiki says that they resemble Noble Team so I'm headcanonizing that

The team plays rough with each other but can remain professional in specific environments

Occasionally give out cinnamon treats to little ones who pass by

You probably won't survive a road trip with them if it takes enough time for you to get hungry for food

They were hired exactly four times before Longshore

One of those times was because a few friends were bored

Marcus

If you want to talk with him about something, it's best to do it alone

He's a completely different person when the team's assembled

Probably has a really big dog that lives at his house

Lives in an apartment but sleeps over at his cousin's about 30% of the time

Has a mutation which is probably the reason why having no sleeves hasn't killed him for his six years as an ODST

Started going sleeveless by pure accident due to an alarm clock failure, so it was really four years without sleeves

Marcus just kept going as soon as people were all over him

"What's your workout routine? BROOO those shoulders" they'd ask

Would only hug his S/O for over 20 seconds

Anything other than that would go to anybody who genuinely asked for a hug

Once made $872.36 from arm wrestling bets at one of Earth's major spaceports

He's the one who gives out the cinnamon treats

Chain Twins

Would give out raw cinnamon powder

Yes, I included the twins specifically to say that they'd give out raw cinnamon

They enjoy really obscure fandoms

One of them probably likes history a lot, but nobody really knows about it because of the fact that the textbooks are hidden in his/her backpack the whole time

Dax

Emailed the leader about joining Team Crimson just solely to work with whoever was on the poster that he saw two months ago

Actually jumped so much that he put a dent in the floor when he met Marcus in person

I saw a post that said that Ch6 would be Simmons but 20% cooler and I'm making that canon

Either that or he's the Rookie if he grew up in a crowded neighborhood

Was born in New York City (or something similar if Dax wasn't Earth-native)

Eats really small burgers for some reason

You'd know when you go to a restaurant and he starts complaining about the size of the Junior burgers

Forgets to take post-workout supplements but still looks like one of those people who'd miraculously save you from a car wreck

I think he teaches the other workers in the Charon Industries company how to drive a truck or something

His party trick is taking the square of double digit numbers

Someone said this on an Amino post but Dax is really formal after his arm gets blown off

THE Main Course

(and not the 50 plates of appetizers that already filled your stomach for the next two meals)

Iron and Smoke

Iron, because Marcus goes to the gym really often

Smoke, because that's what explosions do

I would've used another element for "smoke" but I can't tell which one makes explosions

Uranium? No, that sounds too techy-

wait... what IF Dax was a techy sciency person?

probably not. Dax would need to spend less time at the gym so he can study

The actual relationship between Marcus and Dax

I don't think they've "done it" at all even though a lot of people joke about it

They do helmet bops every day. They do it every day somehow. Even if nobody's looking, they do it. Even if it's 12 AM, they do it.

Marcus is the dominant person in this relationship (battery why are you mentioning this)

Marcus and Dax share a shockingly similar physique. If they wore the exact same armor, then you couldn't tell who was who until one of their faces was shown to you.

Because they're ODSTs they don't focus much on social media.

If you followed them, their posts would be VERY outdated in terms of trendiness, and the posts would actually be its own thing rather than something else (marcus and dax actually focus on things like legs and forearms instead of jugs of creatine)

(this totally isn't to cope with my social media experience)

The two have been together for about 15 months up until the events of Longshore.

If they survived long enough to retire (Charon's actually given them enough money to retire at 30 and somehow live a really good life), Dax would probably try to build something cool at home. Marcus would watch and help with something heavy.

One time, someone made a statue for the two of them about a month before Longshore. It sits in a museum somewhere, and nobody (other than the sculptor) will find it until 2554.

Marcus will back up Dax in an argument.

Dax will listen to Marcus talk about his gains for a full hour.

sharkface has blackmail

Dessert

Marcus is the one with the red helmet by the way

In an alternate timeline Marcus goes scuba diving and argues with a... thing

But instead of burping he accidentally "scares it too much"

Happy November guys! Let me know if you want to see more...

[aromantic-everyday]

aight so this is the specific question i was talking about [i'll put an initial next to some people to use as their name]

so a year ago or smth around that i was with my friends in a camping, we were like 7 in total. one night we were talking about our life and personal lore, basically gossiping, so i decided to explain i was aroace (the aro part is more important in case there was a doubt, that's why i'm telling this here)

so i explained everything, and i acted like a wikipedia ofc, also telling them all the story about how i realized it. at first, they seemed supportive, which was cool, but there were some odd things already.

one of them [M] told me repetitively if i was sure, which was weird, and also implied it may be a phase (with some weird example about a lesbian they new that now is straight), another [J] went to sleep all of a sudden and seemed very sad for some reason and other things that also were odd

until then, i didn't give it any importance, tbh i even saw it as quite successful. the problem came the next day.

in the afternoon, all of them, except J and me, decided to go out for icecream, and they also acted really strange when i asked things like where exactly would they go or if i could just go with them without buying anything, kinda implying they wanted me to stay with J in the camping

the thing is that i was suspicious already, so, against what J wanted, i checked if they were around and they were waiting in a distant corner (when they had left 10min ago and the ice cream place was relatively near) and when i approached them to ask what was going on they made an excuse and left in a hurry, i know this because it was obvious in the way they talked that they were making it up

so i was left with J alone, where they started giving giving hints about having to talk about something. at this point, i was already freaking out because i already knew what was going to happen

J told me they liked me romantically, and i told them what i had said the previous day. this was very very VERY uncomfortable for me, because after that, i was not only asked by J if i was sure about my orientation at least 8 times, but i also had to act as a life coach for them because they were sad, which i wouldn't mind if i it was in any other moment. for context, the previous night i told them i had problems with romantic situations and was very uncomfortable in them, as i had left a romantic relationship a month ago or so in which i had been trying to survive for almost 6 months (i didn't like romantically the person but got in the relationship because they asked and i didn't want to lose them).

after that, they suddenly and magically appeared, confirming me that they had just left me by myself when i needed them.

cool

i was left alone, crying in a corner, everyone paying attention to J's heartbreak, no one caring if i was fine. but i already expected that

cool

but the coolest thing comes ahead

a few months later i discovered through kinda my closest friend [N], M's partner, that they and other one had been the night before the confession helping J and encouraging them to tell me everything because "there still could be a chance" and other statements like that that only encouraged J to do what they did and, more importantly, how they did it

i felt kinda betrayed because it was their idea also to leave me alone with J, and they were like my best friend

when i asked N why did they do it, and said that it had been uncomfortable for me and that their actions hurted me, N just took all the importance out of the situation, saying that they had to help J because you have to help a bro with this things, whatever

but it was shocking for me that they disregarded totally my feelings about the situation and only took into account J's, and even when i told N about it, they kept doing it

i just want to know if i have the right to be angry about this because J was also sad, and maybe i am exaggerating (not the story, but my feelings)

idk i'm not bothered about them telling me about it, i am more bothered about how they did it, i just feel like if i said i was gay it would have been easier(J is the the opposite sex)

i have never told the group about how i felt, just N and, later, my bff (who understood me more than N)

so that's the cool situation, sorry for writting so much, i just didn't want to skip any details of the main thing (there were other things that they did that were also very uncomfortable for me but the text would be longer and i don't want to be bothersome)

thank you for your time :D

Aromantic!

(Oh damn. Ok so I think yeah you have the right to be mad because it seems like they aren't respecting your boundaries and also pushing your feelings aside for someone else's romantic feelings, like they treat it like it's more important somehow)

[eldritch-queern-magicat]

I got this over a month ago. At first, it triggered nothing that wasn't already active beforehand. It was just a surprise and delight to get one of these at my local retailer.

And then it triggered absolutely everything in the last few weeks. I got into Bleach in high school, since my local library had a fair bit of the manga for the time. Though it took me at least a year to get through a bunch of the other manga before I finally checked it out. So, putting this squarely into the period of being abused by family. It was almost the greatest escape I'd found at that time.

I attached so hard to it, and all the characters whether I liked them or not (but I do like most of the recurring characters). I had crushes everywhere, and I absolutely incorporated things right into my unstable something of a self. And of course, this manifested in my imaginary shenanigans, externalized from my fragmented mind.

So the reason this is a big deal is because shortly after getting it, I moved right on into dealing with my trauma from that time. The clarity regarding my unstable behavior in general came at an interesting time, out of pure luck. Having unpacked foster hell and being partially raised by my great-grandma, I saw my time living with my dad's side of the family in a new light.

Hello walking disaster. I'm not even joking about this one. I had no idea how to even hang out with my cousins in a normal way. I barely knew how to hang out with people anywhere near my age at all.

The only thing I really knew how to do was escape into fictional worlds. And outside of Grandma, the other adult family that was immediately there just mostly cared about appearances. Grandma did her best for what she was capable of, but she was older (the often forgotten Silent Generation) and in declining health. But the other four adults left me feeling like an extra, or just forgotten.

And now, after nearly fourteen years and several things happening, I'm trying to cope with how betrayed I was. Call it naive, because it was, but I moved in with them believing that my family would never intentionally hurt me. My parents believed I'd be safe, too, which makes it worse. We couldn't trust the system, but we could trust one side of the family. Right?

It made me escape even harder into my imagination. I'm starting to open up through poetry on my other social media. But it's hard because I'm also forced to come to terms with what they may be calling me now.

I brought that up with my therapist yesterday. It's what I'm currently working on unpacking and letting go of. But it's a lot harder now. I wasn't a small child anymore. I was fourteen when I moved up, seventeen when I moved back. My behavior was a problem, and it went far deeper than anyone realized, even for those who did care.

It's still impossible to hold very much of what happened against myself, alone. But I know chances are good they mostly won't care why I was a wreck of a person. At least two of them all probably still blame Mom and Dad, because they made Dad the black sheep for superficial reasons and never even liked Mom. And I have very good reasons to suspect they were playing 'sins of the fathers' against me.

I'm not going to deny, if asked, that I had a lot of behavioral problems growing up. But I survived horrific things that left me struggling to adjust to a normal family life, and my parents still did their best to help me. It's all just, the only way to survive was suppressing things to the degree they went on mostly undetected. Except for the fact they also influenced all of my behavior subconsciously, for obvious reasons.

I don't even know what the hell this post is for anymore. I'm just rambling again. But the Soul Candy helped trigger a lot of this just because of the period of time it helps to represent. And I'm still figuring it all out, since I've only brushed over it in the past.

But now, after this long? Well, I'm on a roll in terms of recovery. And I've got college classes starting later in August. I'd like as much of my behavior figured out as possible by then.

-Lilu 🫐😺

[simpleeshea]

On the clock!

C!Wilbur x Gn! reader

Next chapter>

Chapter 1.

Strange stories-

I burst my way into the doors, smiling brightly as my eyes catch onto just the man I was looking for. I stand expectantly at the counter as his head was ducked down, presumably looking at his phone or reading as he often did. "I'll be with you in just a moment he said," not looking to see who I was just pausing to grab a bookmark— Ah, so it was a book.

I tap my foot and cross my arms until he finally looks up to see who I was.

"Oh!" his face immediately lifted into a smile. I had learned that he didn't smile often, so when he did I took mental notes of what had made him happy. "Y/n, I didn't think you worked today?" he asked questionably.

I roll my eyes and give him a long exasperated sigh, "Yeah well, what's-his-shit asked me if I could cover his shift," I said pointing to the storage closet where I was sure the teen was hiding out. I could never remember his name, I only worked with him one out of the five days I work and he hadn't been there for very long (not to mention that he was one of many teenagers who come in here looking for a job before soon after quitting because of how much work Wilbur and I shoved off on them to do.)

Wilbur nods, peeking around the counter toward the storage closet. "You mean Daniel? I didn't know he was leaving."

I scoff, "Daniel... is that right?" I pause for a moment before shrugging it off, "Well, neither did I until thirty minutes ago," my brows furrow before I walk away to bang on the closet door.

"What!" a loud yell comes from inside before the blonde-haired boy poked his head out. "Oh, it's just you," he said coldly. He stepped out of the closet, cigarette, and cell phone in hand with his messages opened texting someone labeled as "Baby momma😩🥴" My nose crinkled in disapproval, quickly snatching away the cigarette from his hand.

My brow raised, "Last I checked you were only seventeen..." I turned to look at Wilbur, "Did I miss a few years?"

Wilbur scoffed with a dry laugh as he kept flipping pages in his book, "I'm fairly certain I saw you yesterday... so no."

I turned back to the boy with a smirk before nodding my head toward the front door. He turned to walk away, grumbling silent curses under his breath. The bell chimed as he harshly opened the door and walked away.

"He forgot to clock out," Wilbur said, his nose still in his book.

I shook my head, feeling around for the lighter in my pocket. "I'll do it for him later."

Wilbur's eyes left his book, looking at me and the cigarette. "Did you just jack that kid's smoke?" he nearly laughed.

"Uhh... yeah!" I said as if it was obvious, "he's a bitch."

"That's twenty-five cents," Wilbur motioned over toward the swear jar sitting behind the counter.

I frown, "You should hear half of the shit that kid said before walking outside."

"Another twenty-five," he counted, "and yes, I heard, he owes at least a dollar fifty."

I roll my eyes and smile, pulling out my wallet to collect fifty cents. Walking behind the counter, Wilbur watched as I stuff my change into the jar with my name stuck to the side of it. "Ya' know," I say, stepping back to look at the swear jars with each person's name labeled on their respective jars, "Manager Ken is never here... but somehow that man has the most change in his jar every month."

Wilbur looked up from his book to glance at the jars. Wilbur and I had always been close each month along with whatever teen had picked up the job, but Manager Ken's jar had always been full of change at the end of the month.  "Well," Wilbur started off, "When he is here, you might as well call him a sailor."

For whatever reason I smile, turning to look at Wilbur whose gaze was settled back onto his book. "Wilbur?" I ask abruptly, catching his attention but not enough for him to turn away from his page, "Want to take a smoke break?" I smirk, holding up the unused cigarette in my hand and pulling out my lighter.

Wilbur sat down his book, but not before placing his light blue bookmark with some cheesy quote on it in his book. I had bought him that bookmark, that one along with two others. They came in a pack and despite the awful quotes, I felt he would make use of them.

Wilbur looked behind him where all of the packs of cigarettes were kept on display. "Say all you want about Manager Ken," I began, "but man do I love him for letting us have cigarettes on the job.

"How can you work without a good smoke?" Wilbur said quoting the aforementioned manager.

I laughed before taking steps toward the back door with Wilbur following behind. I fiddled with the lighter in my pocket as I pushed the back door to find that it didn't open. "Pull not push," Wilbur stated as soon as I remembered.

"God I hate this door," I pulled and sure enough it opened, after a year of working here you'd think I'd learn, but I never had. "It just feels like it should be a push door," I announce to him as the desert sun beams harshly against my skin.

"I mean it is if you are walking inside, not out," he told me as he pulled a pack of cigarettes from his coat. I quickly pulled off my jacket, hating the feeling of the heat, and tossed it to the side. Of course, I grasped onto my lighter before discarding the light-weighted coat. I cupped my hand around the cigarette and lit the end of it and inhaled it as if it was my lifeline.

I tossed Wilbur my lighter which he caught gracefully. "How do you keep that... what do you call it? Trench coat? How do you keep it on in this heat?" I asked with a frown as I blew the smoke out of my mouth.

Wilbur lit his cigarette before handing me back the lighter. "It's not that hot out here," he shrugged, taking a drag from his cigarette.

"It's like a million degrees out here!" I shouted, "Not that hot out here, pshh-" I mocked as my eyes rolled at him.

Wilbur sighed, holding his cigarette in his mouth while he pulled at his sleeves to take off his coat. He took the cigarette from his lips, holding it in one hand and his coat in the other before taking a long drawn-out breath.

My brows furrowed into a frown as I looked at his tall stature. Wilbur had this weird state of being that made him almost appear fake, or not even alive. I could see him breathing in front of my face, but that was the only thing that really confirmed to me that he was living. It seemed like an odd thought to think, of course, he was living, he was a person just like me... but it still confused my brain.

"Are you just going to stare at me all day?" he asked as his lips formed into a small smirk before falling back flat into his stern expression that he preferred to keep.

"Maybeee," I said drawn out and bored, "you've got quite a bit of you to look at," I made a jab at his height before taking another drag from my cigarette.

Wilbur chuckled under his breath. "I have no control over my height, Y/n," he said as if he had to remind me.

I nod silently, blowing heavy smoke from my mouth and watching as it wafted upward.

"So," I start off awkwardly, "how's your book going?"

"The one I'm reading or the one I'm writing?" Wilbur laughed as if the question I asked him was a joke.

Not knowing what to do I laugh too. "The one you're writing," I clarify, to which he nods with a small smile on his lips as he takes another drag from his cigarette. Asking about his book always made him smile, so I made a point to ask about it often.

"Right," he nodded, letting the smoke trail from his mouth. "Where did I last leave off?"

"Uhmm," I pondered for a moment, trying to remember what he had last told me from his book. "I believe you had left off by telling me of your character's plan to hold an election."

Wilbur's smile dropped for a moment but he quickly spread it back over his face. "Ah! Yes, I remember," he said as his voice trailed off and his brain seemed to sort through files and files of thoughts. "I was telling Tommy how I planned to hold an election."

It had always amazed me how Wilbur could recount the details from his book so perfectly as if he had really been there. It was also odd to me that he wrote himself as the main character and one of his real friends that he often talked about writing to as a character as well. (Secretly I wished that if we became good enough friends, then he would write me in as a character as well.) I supposed it wasn't too weird to write a book about yourself, I had seen it done in fanfiction plenty of times before, but never in real books.

"So what happened in the election?"

Wilbur paused, tapping the end of his cigarette to drop the burning ashes on the ground. He took a long drag before blowing the smoke out and tossing the rest of the cigarette to the ground. He smushed it into the ground under his shoe. "Well, it certainly didn't go as planned," he explained. I listened intently, preparing to hear tales of the day he had to entice my brain with.

"Tommy and I planned to hold an election in secret. There would be no mention of the election until all of the ballots were closed so the only option people had to vote for would be yours truly."

"So you planned to scam your own nation?" I asked with a small laugh. Wilbur nodded in response. "That seems to be a trend with you and Tommy. Scamming people, I mean."

Wilbur smirked, "Yes. It was what we were good at."

I lifted my head in half nod to show that I was listening. "So... if you were so good at scamming people, how did it go wrong?"

Wilbur frowned, I wasn't sure if it was at the jab I made at him or the thought of how things went wrong. “Tommy… he had a friend.”

My brows turn downward, I was beginning to catch on to where the story was going.

“His name was Quackity-“

“I’m sorry what!?” my face contorted into a confused laugh. “Why did you name him Quackity, is he part duck?”

Wilbur seemed to laugh under his breath but nodded. “Yes, he had these golden duck wings.”

“Ooo,” I nodded, now seeming much more interested in the character. “I bet writing a character with wings is pretty difficult to portray.”

Wilbur shook his head, “No, not really.” I watched as he stretched out his arms wide, his bones popping a cracking in various places before he let out a sigh of relief. “We should step back inside… carry on the story where it’s not so hot,” he announced.

I nod as I go to grab my jacket but pause briefly to say, “I thought it wasn’t hot out here, tough guy?”

He chuckled dryly, “Yes, well I suppose the heat has finally gotten to me.” He takes his giant coat and tucks it into one arm before pushing the backdoor open. “Are you coming, or aren’t you?” he asks with a teasing smirk while holding the door open for me.

I quickly pick my feet up and walk under his arm as he held the door from the opposite side— a show of his height I was sure.

“Figured I’d hold the door open for you since you aren’t familiar with the concept of doors,” he teased dryly.

I rolled my eyes in playful annoyance. “I’m well aware of how to open doors.”

“Yesterday you were telling me a story of how you ran into Walmart’s automatic doors,” he stated plainly, walking back behind the counter and taking a seat on the stool.

Quickly in defense, I hollered, “It was supposed to open by itself!”

“Clearly it wasn’t open though.”

“I was talking to a friend,” I pouted, almost giving up on my falling apart defense.

“You have friends?” Wilbur asked, seeming genuinely shocked. I frowned and scrunched my nose up at him. The shock lifted from his face as he laughed at me, it became clear to me that he had been faking his previous expression.

“Not cool, man.”

He laughed a little louder, which brought a small smile to my face. I tried to hide it, embarrassed because of how easily he made fun of me.

“Very cool,” Wilbur corrected as he picked up his book, opening it to his bookmarked page.

The store went quiet for a moment as I slid behind the counter to look over his shoulder at the book he was reading. “I thought you were going to talk about your book?” I asked in a teasing tone, “is your memory that bad old man?”

He looked over at me with a frown present on his face, “I’m not much older than you.”

I laughed teasingly. “It appears I’ve aged better than you,” I said, poking fun at the prominent white streak in his hair.

“I’m sorry?” he said, placing his book down in his lap, not bothering to mark the page. “I have you know that I’ve aged like a fine wine.”

“More like milk,” I corrected him.

He shook his head in a laugh before mumbling something I couldn’t make out. “I’ll tell you more about my book tomorrow,” he said as his laughter calmed and the store quietened.

I nodded as I pulled out a stool of my own and sat down and laid my chin down on the counter, pulling out my phone and headphones to watch a show. This was how work went, everything sat in blissful silence as Wilbur read some books and I watched movies. Wilbur and I often talked, we had become really good friends over the course of working together, poking fun at teenagers, smoking together, and sometimes stealing liquor as well. This job is my haven. If I hadn’t found it, I’d be living on the street, or worse… still going to college to get some degree just to appease my parents. I didn’t want that, I wanted to live my own life. And so here I am with Wilbur and this station, the only things worth any value to me.

A/n

Updates gonna be hecka slow

[skylarmoon71]

Lex Luthor (Smallville) AU- Extra

The surprise from your long time friend Petey isn’t what you expect. It feels like such a long time that she left Smallville. Even longer than she’s been able to visit.

“Are you sure it’s okay Lex. I know you came to spend the weekend with me.”

He nods.

“It’s alright. I can stay a few more days. I know you miss her. I’m not going anywhere. Have fun.”

He places a kiss on your cheek and you’re practically skipping around as you go running out the door. Lex laughs. It’s one of the few times that you use a normal speed. His eyes move to his laptop, hands in his pockets.

“Guess it’s back to work.”

~~

Waiting at your dorm, you hear the familiar ding on your cell phone. When you lift your head, you catch sight of a car that you recognized in high school. Your smile is wide, because Petey’s window is rolled down.

“How is that still alive!!” You yell happily. She laughs, parking her car and basically sprinting out the door. You can’t contain your happiness. You both hug, giggles mixing in as you spin her around. When her feet land, she’s grinning.

“You got taller (Y/N).”

“Just a little. “ You boast.

“Do you want me to grab your stuff?” She shakes her head.

“I’ll get it later, let me see your campus.”

“Yes ma’am! “

You salute, taking her hand as you both venture off.

This reunion is everything you need. You show her a few cool spots that you’ve used for study sessions as well as naps. Then a tour of the different facilities. Tech room, swimming pool, great room. You pretty much check off every box.

By the time the evening rolls around you’re pulling her bag into your room. She takes notice of the empty bed in your room.

“Is your roommate ever here?”

You smile.

“Not really.”

You lean her bag at the side. Satisfied with how well the day has gone. More than anything you miss having another girl around to talk to.

“So how are things with the playboy?” Petey drops onto the bed and you roll your eyes.

“He’s not that bad. He’s changed.” She nods.

“I know.”

You turn and you expect the look she usually uses to brush off anything associated with Lex Luthor. Instead, she smiles.

“I was working an internship a few months ago. When I saw the Luthorcorp donation I sort of assumed the worst. But this time there’s really no benefit for him. I started looking up some other organizations and his company was backing a lot of them. Including the organization that Lionel used to help the Kents adopt you.”

You weren’t aware of that.

“He never told me..”

You remember how mad your father would become at the mention of Lionel. Hearing that Lex was trying to right the wrongs his father did is just another reason you’ve fallen for him.

“I know I always had it in for him. To be honest I had a good reason. But I’ve seen a lot of the work he’s done. Then when you told me he knew your secret and he protected you, it just made me realize that I misjudged him. It’s obvious that he cares about you. If you trust him, then I will too.”

It’s hard to explain how happy that makes you.

“Thank you Petey.”

She grins.

“Of course! Which brings me to my next order of business.”

Petey jumps up, heading for her bag. You wonder about what makes her smile like a Cheshire cat. When she pulls out the plastic shopping bag and tosses it, you're a bit confused.

“We’re going to help you get laid.”

Your face erupts in color.

“W-WHAT!!”

Petey laughs.

“Come on, whenever we’re on the phone you gush about him nonstop. You’ve never mentioned doing the deed so I’m assuming you’re still a pre-luthor.” She wiggles her eyebrows and you throw back the bag for her.

“W-Whatever weird stuff you have planned, I'm not doing it!”

Petey shrugs.

“Suit yourself. I just know for a fact that he’s probably been wanting too. He’s just waiting for you to make the first move.” That catches your attention, but you try not to show it.

“W-What do you mean?”

“He was in an accident and then you guys went through that whole alternate universe thing. There hasn’t been a moment with just the both of you. Am I right?”

Well she isn’t exactly wrong.

“How do you know he wants to though?”

In all honesty, it has been on your mind lately. But Petey is right, there hasn’t been a good moment where you can talk about it. Be with him. Hold him.

Touch him.

Your cheeks give away your thoughts and Petey snickers.

“Just saying, if you need help I’m right here. “

It’s annoying how easy it is for her to see through you, but she is one of your best friends after all.

“O-Okay. Tell me what to do.”

Petey gives a soft internal cheer.

“Gladly.”

~Le Time Skip~

“This is a bad idea.”

You tug at the bra self consciously. Petey was pretty adamant on setting you up. When she told you she had family in town she could stay with, you know there was not an excuse you could make to chicken out. Petey had bought the most scandalous two piece lavender lingerie set. Looking in the mirror, you tried not to squirm. This just felt so unlike you.

“What if Lex doesn’t like it..”

So many thoughts seemed to be running through your head as you stood in the bathroom of his hotel. You shake your head, trying to gather as much courage as you could.

It was now or never. You couldn’t run away now. Opening the door to the bedroom, you stepped out. Lex’s eyes were focused on the television, watching the news report. You finally pulled the door closed, hugging yourself.

“Anything g-good showing?” You question.

“Just the usu..”

His words trailed off at your attire when he finally turned your way.

Lex’s mouth fell open and you almost forgot to tell yourself that you needed to breathe. You really wish that one of your powers consisted of mind reading, because you wanted nothing more than to know what he was thinking.

~Meanwhile in Lex’s Head~

At that very moment, he was doing a prayer of gratitude.

“I would just like to say thank you for bringing me this far. If tonight is my last night, I will gladly die a happy man.”

~Back to You~

“L-Lex?”

You weren’t even sure if he'd blink properly. This was nerve wracking. You lower your head, embarrassed. You should have known this wasn’t a smart idea. You couldn’t believe you let her talk you into this.

“I-I’ll go change.”

When you lift your head, Lex’s shirt is gone and he’s right in front of you.

“W-Where did your shirt go!?!”

The better question is how did he move so fast?

He kisses your cheek.

“I think we have more pressing matters to discuss.”

The little smirk he wears is making your heart jump. When he picks you up princess style, you squeal.

“Let’s see if you really are a superhuman.”

You blush.

“W-Wait I-I’m not not mentally ready!!”

Teasing Lex Luthor was not the smartest idea. 

[bdafic]

What would you do in a situation like this?

Remember the human, and remember most humans are good.

Unless they say otherwise, I choose to believe that those who plagiarise fic are not doing so with malicious intent. It may be an honest mistake, a coincidence, inspiration, ignorance; they might be very young, very new to the medium, don't know the etiquette, etc. What seems obvious to you may not be obvious to everyone. Also, tropes and clichés exist for a reason. In any fandom -- no matter the audience, setting, characters, or popularity -- you're gonna stumble over the same story dozens of times.

I've literally had conversations that went, "I think this person took this from my fic..." only to end, "Nevermind, turns out I didn't write it either" because they realised the lines in question actually came from some entirely different piece of media made 12 years ago.

When I suspected I'd been plagiarised, I left a note on the relevant chapter/s, pulling out a few examples of other phrasing that I liked or thought was clever. The same way I would if I'd landed there randomly. If the author is fully aware they lifted something, I won't get a reply, but the section in question is usually gone or changed the next time I check.

This has also happened to me many, many times with things that were not fic, in contexts where the intent was irrefutably deceptive... but even then I preferred subtlety to shame. I've left comments, light-hearted jokes, a wave, a DM or email in a few cases; something that communicates, "hey, I saw this" without lobbing accusations.

99% of the time, the offender deleted everything and disappeared. Some started over with a new name and a more original focus. A few even apologised. The remaining 1% ignored me, in which case I shrugged and went on with my life. You can't really get far in a creative medium if you're not actually creative, so they fade away within a few months. By a year, it's ancient history.

I've been in fandoms since 14.4 modems, and in my experience, most people will do good if even the chance. Those few who don't care to are in it for attention or adoration, in which case the old adage still applies: don't feed the trolls. If nobody plays along, they'll take their toys and leave.

How many words is considered plagiarism?

I write for a small ship, and there's a new author (new to the ship but not to fanfic, they say) who not only takes inspiration from plots and headcanons of mine and other authors (which could be flattering for the writer and 'two cakes' for the reader actually) but plain reuses the exact same sentences. I am well aware that writers don't own words, but we're talking about full 10ish word long strings of text here. As I said, small ship, so all these 'similarities' stick out like a sore thumb. We never even saw this person commenting on our works. So, should WE say something? And how? It's a peaceful community, and I'd hate it if we broke that peace.

Generally speaking, plagiarism is directly copying something like 10% of another person's work and claiming it as your own. This is very much a ballpark figure and not a number that you can apply to all cases by running the word counts and doing the math. For example, with song lyrics, it's something like 2 or 3 lines.

Whatever the percentage might be in the cases you're talking about, they're very much feeling like plagiarism (rather than an homage, for example) and that's a really negative situation to find yourself in, especially when you want to keep the peace.

You have a handful of options for what to do, I think, and I'll leave it to you which one to choose.

Pretend it's not happening. Bite your tongue, grit your teeth, clench your fists and just be silently annoyed/frustrated/pissed. This will basically be your current situation, continued.

Block their works from showing up on your feed and mute their comments. The person may likely continue with what they're doing, but there won't be any fandom drama about it - at least not because of you. This way, you don't have to see them doing it.

Vague (or not-so-vague) post about it. The fandom is small and the author or a reader will likely be able to identify who you're talking about. Once the author is aware that you're calling them out, they might disappear from the fandom or it might start that drama trashfire you want to avoid. Less likely, they might edit their works and stick around.

Reach out to the author and accuse them of plagiarism one-on-one. This will probably have the same results as option 2, with the addition of maybe having screenshots of your conversation floating around your fandom.

Reach out to the author and welcome them to the fandom. Let them know that you're glad to see another writer for your small ship. Ask if they're new to AO3 and/or how long they've been writing fic. If they're new to fic or to AO3, you can let them know that they're creating an unfortunately bad first impression amongst the other authors. You can then help them navigate their new fandom waters. No fandom drama should result, and you'll get to keep an additional author for your small ship without the current frustrations. With this one, you really do want to go in with an empathizing mindset rather than a manipulative one, otherwise you'll end up screenshotted in drama like in option 4.

You can report their fic(s) to the Policy & Abuse team. PAC keeps all reports confidential, so the author would never know your name. If PAC investigates and decides it's not plagiarism after all, they'll let you know and the author will never know you sent in a report. If they decide it is plagiarism, they'll reach out to the author (still keeping your name out of it) and request that they edit their work to remove the plagiarism. The relevant fics would be hidden from view while the author edits them. If the author fails to edit them, PAC will delete them from the Archive. Whether this results in fandom drama will depend entirely on how the author reacts. Some people will make a public show about "false accusations" and others will quietly edit or delete their works. The quiet authors will likely end up leaving the fandom. The loud ones? Harder to say.

For more information on the PAC side of the plagiarism report (and how to write a report with all of the relevant info), I'll link two answers from PAC takeovers of the blog: answer 1 | answer 2

Are there any options anon has that I might have missed? What would you do in a situation like this?

[tellthemeerkatsitsfine]

When I first decided to stop listening to Gavin Osborn's songs a few at a time on YouTube and just took to Bandcamp to buy the discography and get into it properly, almost 18 months ago now, that happened to be the same day I broke up with my girlfriend. This is a coincidence, I'd been planning to do that before we broke up, and the breakup came on pretty suddenly, so it wasn't like I'd decided to buy a bunch of Gavin Osborn's a way to cope with that (there were comedy things that I threw myself too hard into in the following 2 days specifically as a coping mechanism, but those didn't include Gavin Osborn, they included re-listening to Kitson's After the Beginning Before the End twice in a row and then making that compilation video where it sounds like the Chocolate Milk Gang are having a political argument - though actually that video does include a couple of Gavin Osborn songs). I insist that this, and only this, is the reason why the song Sweet Bedford made me cry the first time I heard it. You did get me with that one, Gavin, but to be fair, on that day, you could have made me cry with a picture of a leaf in the right light.

Anyway, another consequence of me picking that day to go through Gavin Osborn's catalogue from start to finish is that I kind of glossed over the couple of particularly romantic albums in the middle. I mean, I still listened to them, I listened to every song on every album once, and then went back over my favourites. But the flaw in doing albums this way is you miss songs that could have become your favourites on repeat listens, because they never get another shot. Maybe you glossed over them because they're the type of song that's a slower burn, that benefits from hearing again, that has more going on than is immediately obvious. Or maybe you glossed over them because you'd just ended the first serious relationship you'd been in for ten years, or possibly ever depending on how you define "serious", and you don't need the extreme detail of how much Gavin Osborn loves his wife, you're very pleased that they're happy but also you're going to listen to those couple of romance-heavy albums with your ears only half open and careful not to look at any pictures of leaves.

That is my reasoning for why this gem largely escaped my notice, when I go through my favourite Gavin Osborn songs. I just heard it in an old recording and my first thought was that this can't be on his albums, or I'd have heard it before and would love it. Then I checked, saw what album it was on, thought more closely about the subject matter, and said, "Oh, right, that would be why I listened in a manner so detached that I didn't remember hearing it."

I love it when Gavin Osborn gets suddenly intense. It's his ridiculously, almost absurdly easygoing and affable persona, so when he suddenly swears, or as he seems to in this song, references the way we as humans are constantly choosing to hold back from our capacity for gruesome violence, the contrast hits you and it's great.

That has reminded me of why I've been trying to do more album listening lately, rather than picking out songs, especially for things I've discovered in the last 4 or 5 years (the songs I loved when I was younger - I've already heard every song on those albums a million times, I am convinced that if there are songs on there that I skip, that's fine, if I was going to fall in love with that song I'd have done it by now). You catch good bits that you might have glossed over otherwise.

I've been doing a lot of listening to comedy-adjacent musicians in the past couple of months, with Grace Petrie's new album that I'm obessed with and there's some other stuff that I'd been listening to on YouTube/Soundcloud for a while, and then this weekend decided to just go buy it on Bandcamp because 1) that makes album listening easier and you can hear the songs in their proper context, and 2) if an artist puts their work on Bandcamp and therefore gives you the option to pay them directly for their work, you should try to do that. I've been enjoying it a lot.

This wasn't a particularly coherent post so just to tie it all together, Bandcamp is good and full album listening (if not every time, at least the first few times rather than just once to give each song a chance) is good and I like it when Gavin Osborn employs needlessly violent imagery.

[baekhvuns]

Omggg, Baeksy IT'S MEEEE DV ANON! 💖💖💖💖 I fell off the face of the earth, but I have returned. I see you haven't been very active on here either, but what did I miss, how are things, fill me in!? Except the obvious misery... I meant to message you a few times and actually sent an ask a few months ago, but shit glitched and it didn't go through so I gave up 😭 but the news about Lewis made me think of you. Lmao one of my friend's is in shambles she'll have to support Ferrari after years of hating on them. Been there, done that I remember when I got into Griezmann just to find out he played for Atletico then he went to Barca, ahhsajhshsjdhsjaj man hates me so much!!! Or when Fabregas left Arsenal for Barca etc....

A lot happened to me, but nothing much had changed at the same time, hopefully 2024 will be a bit better. 😬

In the meantime I went to the US for some reason, lol, I also went to Vancouver and actually wanted to message you then, but forgot... then I spent some time in Thailand and Korea. Now I'm back in London, but going to Seoul next week for a few months, because of a job. Which I'm kinda excited for, but also not really ashdhsshshshhsn. Potentially I may move there for longer, but we will see...

As for kpop I'm kinda in and out you know? I actually got into some other artists, so I'm not really up to date with Ateez anymore, it's pretty sad, but they don't really bring me joy anymore. I still love Hwa and check on him from time to time, I miss my hardcore Shinestar era :( but it lasted really long so I'm surprised. Maybe I'll be back one day, unfortunately Ateez's recent releases just don't hit and I'm sick and fucking tired of KQ :/ Buuuuut I've been on the roll with kpop concerts, so I feel like I'm more of an irl kpop enjoyer rather than online one if that makes sense.

That's it for my TMI for now <3

WHAT THE FUCK

Omggg, Baeksy IT'S MEEEE DV ANON! 💖💖💖💖 I fell off the face of the earth, but I have returned. I see you haven't been very active on here either, but what did I miss, how are things, fill me in!? Except the obvious misery... I meant to message you a few times and actually sent an ask a few months ago, but shit glitched and it didn't go through so I gave up 😭 but the news about Lewis made me think of you. Lmao one of my friend's is in shambles she'll have to support Ferrari after years of hating on them. Been there, done that I remember when I got into Griezmann just to find out he played for Atletico then he went to Barca, ahhsajhshsjdhsjaj man hates me so much!!! Or when Fabregas left Arsenal for Barca etc....

I JUST LET A SCREAM OUT

WHAT THE FUCK WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN

I AM. FBQKDBWMDBWKDHWK SCREAMING. I THOUGHT YOUD ACTUALLY NEVER COME BACK 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 THE WAY I SAW YOUR ASK AND HAD TO REFRESH BECAUSE NO MF WAY

hOW are you omg??? HOW ARE YOU! how was it been, WHERE have you been 😭😭 how was your travels!! things here are plain boring! in and out of kpop and trying to write something </3 you left for so long that im nearing my graduation this is ridiculous kvjvkckc i also re watched a bunch of 2000’s romcoms and kept thinking of u 😭

omg the lewis news, i woke up to it and it fucked with my mind a bit. like wdym he’s going ferarri? this is like messi going madrid and ronaldo going to barca??? LMFAOOOO YOUR FRIEND HAS TO FORCE HERSELF TO FORZA FERARRI EVERY WEEKEND im so excited but confused for his move, it’s time ferrari brings back the black fireproof just for ham. the mercedes must’ve been absolute shit for him to be sign it with ferrari & earn 100 million? FUCK?

this move is so iconic i can’t fully grasp it,,, anon u have to see him at silvertone in that red car in 2025 PLEASE I BEG! griezmann really said uno reverse on you 😭 & hello klopp is leaving ??? 10 years really coming to and end huh 😭

A lot happened to me, but nothing much had changed at the same time, hopefully 2024 will be a bit better. 😬

we need a ppt doc, pdf, of how things went for you! how was your travels and everything!!! hopping 2024 is good for u and u earn lots <3 i heard it’s a capricorn year so??? 🫡

In the meantime I went to the US for some reason, lol, I also went to Vancouver and actually wanted to message you then, but forgot... then I spent some time in Thailand and Korea. Now I'm back in London, but going to Seoul next week for a few months, because of a job. Which I'm kinda excited for, but also not really ashdhsshshshhsn. Potentially I may move there for longer, but we will see...

you went where.

vancouver.

oh.

and you forgot to text me about it.

how dare you.

for all i know. we would’ve crossed paths unknowingly.

wow. i just paced around my room after reading this.

anon omg you should see the devastation on my face when you said you came here HOW DARE YOU! TRAITOR 🔫 WOW IM SO WORKED UP RN HOW DARE YOU BDQKDKWBDKABDDN WHERE DID U GO IN VAN

oooo a new job in sk?? that is so cool, now u can see yuta on the streets often 😭😭 hope you have a good time there!!!

As for kpop I'm kinda in and out you know? I actually got into some other artists, so I'm not really up to date with Ateez anymore, it's pretty sad, but they don't really bring me joy anymore. I still love Hwa and check on him from time to time, I miss my hardcore Shinestar era :( but it lasted really long so I'm surprised. Maybe I'll be back one day, unfortunately Ateez's recent releases just don't hit and I'm sick and fucking tired of KQ :/ Buuuuut I've been on the roll with kpop concerts, so I feel like I'm more of an irl kpop enjoyer rather than online one if that makes sense. /// That's it for my TMI for now <3

i actually kind of second this,, ive also been in and out of it. song releases just don’t hit anymore from everyone, so my interest is fading. i also miss being a shinestar but i think i got out of it, i just have no interest in it anymore (actually had a small ick that made me go insane but it’s okay now) 😭😭 did/currently going thru a soft yunho phase but like you i haven’t been keeping up with them neither do they show up on my tl often! but concerts are something ill be attending! yeah it totally makes sense! i think a lot the in and out also has to do with the lack of interesting music or just good music in general. WHICH CONCERTS DID YOU GO TOOO?

also anon, i know you said u came here but didn’t shoot me a text about it 🔫 im fortunately and hopefully going for a field school in your england in the coming next year! where i WILL shoot a text unlike someone here 🧍🏻‍♀️ill be going to england first and hopefully touring around europe for a bit! & ill def ask u for places to go to as a first timer!

[wizardsix]

hope you don't mind @whats-your-initiative (I'll untag if you want) but you made good additions and I wanted to add on.

I don't use twitter anymore but I do remember when I last used it a month or two ago I saw all kinds of stupid discourse on datwt and one of them Was the age gap between rook and emmrich. how it was weird and all that shit. it made no sense other than the fact that a lot of new da fans are young, and now bioware is trying to appeal to them by forcing rook to be young, thus making it weird themselves for no reason. people are going to be stupid no matter what, but fandom discourse should stay within fandom walls. else, it'll have a influence on your writing whether you're aware or not (a lot of writers get hung up on how their work will be perceived by the masses instead of just focusing on writing a good, coherent story that They want to tell. it's your story, not theirs).

something so painfully obvious about bioware (and even larian) is that they let modern culture and discourse influence their games without thinking for themselves if this makes any sense especially in a fantasy world. (for example how in bg3's early access larian changed wylls personality because of a few people complaining about racist writing, they did not check any sources or talk to any black people if this was true, thus wyll was stripped of all personality and conflict. another example is literally taash, did they ask a diverse amount of trans people if their story was alright? if using the terms non-binary/trans/genderfluid etc made any sense? taash doesn't need to represent every single trans person bc that's obviously not how it works, but the bare minimum was not even achieved in giving them agency and a personality beyond being nb. sure, you can write what you want, but sensitivity reading exists for a reason).

about solas now. as a bisexual myself, I've seen and experienced my share of biphobic bs, so i can confidently say the evil bisexual trope is the least of our problems. it seems like they don't understand the basic idea that if you have a diverse amount of well written characters, it's not homophobic or racist or misogynistic to have evil characters of these groups as well. da2 is full of bisexuals, zevran and lelianna (though I've heard they were supposed to be gay which.. that last minute change is questionable), then inquisition and now veilguard. we have a good amount of non-evil bisexuals, so I can assure you bisexual solas would not have made us go on a rampage.

I personally think his romance would have had more depth if he wasn't locked to female elf, especially bc of what we learn about the ancient elves in veilguard. the reason back then of "oh he misses the ancient elves so so much he only likes elves" (even tho he clearly didn't like anyone especially the dalish until the inquisitor "proved themselves") is weak bc then why does male lavellan not work? I cannot stress this enough, especially given what we now know about the ancient elves. it's fine if they wanted him to be straight, but using us as the sensitive snowflake reason is not a good one, try again.

and yeah we need to stop letting people who don't know how to write romance, write romance.

that one conversation between emmrich and harding and the argument between emmrich and rook..... why is bioware trying to make the age gap an issue and why is their age even mentioned. why are they trying to make rook a fresh-faced adventurer. what if someone is playing as an older character huh. idk what's so wrong about two consenting adults in a relationship but ok

[josiebelladonna]

finally figured out why i don’t like gipsygeek whatever her fucking name is and i don’t care, either. if someone is giving you a bad vibe, believe it.

full disclosure: don’t think for one second that i don’t like her because she’s with alex (i kicked that hang-up to the curb about ten years ago when chris and ben entered the picture: i know the odds are against me and i’m content with fantasy and playing around, you don’t have to talk down to me about it). i don’t like her for a very twisted reason.

mind, this is speculation. i’m just some person on the internet, i don’t claim to be a sleuth or anything or know these two personally. i’m merely going by things i’ve observed, both with him as well as her, on their instagrams as well as old blogs on blogspot (skolnotes and gipsygeek respectively), as well as my own intuition and a bad, often gross feeling i get from her. it’s not just “i do not like this woman one bit as much as I want to like her like krista belladonna or tiffany billy”, but there is something i think we all should know. unless alex comes right out and says something, the disclaimer stands, because you don’t just come out and say something like this without considering the repercussions.

all this in mind, it wouldn’t surprise me if she checks out all the boxes, because there are some fairly obvious signs to me. and i’m putting this and telling what it is under a “read more” break, too, because there’s a lot of thought process that went into this, and it can be upsetting… i know it did me.

first of all, i’ve seen her name on ig all of five times since i started following him, two times on ig live (and alex looked less than enthusiastic that she was there) and three times out in the open, when he was at the osiris pod livestream last month, when he was at the philharmonic back in june, and when he saw lewis black a few weeks back. i’ve seen her name in junction with planetary coalition and on the trio’s videos, namely florida man blues. 

but on his very last blog post, alex refers to her as his “partner”, not girlfriend, not wife, but partner, which i found strange, even out of place, mainly because it’s one of those catch-all terms that doesn’t really tell you anything. even weirder: there’s a post on her blog where she refers to him as a “dear person”. not “my love”, not even “dear friend”. it’s so detached that it just did not sit with me. something doesn’t add up, you guys.

by the way, apparently, they’ve known each other 10 years now… and every time i see him in his apartment, he’s all alone—or he’s jamming with someone and it’s obvious he propped his phone up on a shelf. 10 years you’ve known each other and i’ve only seen her name mentioned a handful of times and i actually had to go to her profile to see her. something REALLY doesn’t add up.

in fact, the very first time i saw her name, alex was taken aback, and i distinctly remember him saying, “ah, yeah, i know you” and then she laughed at him. yes, at him. like, “of course you know me, haha!” i also remember him being weirdly checked out that night, rather than being loose and friendly and laughing and joking with us and totally the guy up the street like how he usually is. it was like the moment she showed up, it was like he put a terminator mask on and hid his true self. what gives?

i just think about how he acts towards me. he always smiles at me, that really big sunny smile like he’s just so happy to see me. i wish i could record it, but his voice gets so soft and husky when talking to me. there’s the time on ig live he actually straight up told me he loved me—i keep saying it, but it’s true. alcohol really is a truth serum if you have less than the amount it takes to make you hammered: it unlocks the door and makes you fearless in your true desires. i can’t get his voice out of my mind when he told me he loves everything that i do. fuck, there was the time he live-streamed from a show in the park last september and it was literally just me and him, and the way he acted made me think of the nerdy kid standing next to his crush. he’s joked about me. i’ve left some sensual comments on his posts last summer and he liked them… usually several hours after the fact. i catch him stalking my instagram almost all the time now—i’ve noticed he comes on ig at night now, which is interesting. …oh.

i have never seen her in junction with testament or any of alex’s rock n roll endeavors. someone who truly, unabashedly loves you will be supportive of everything you do *clears throat* not just small pieces of it.

hell. i actually braved it and read her blog and then subsequently cleared my history and let me tell you: this woman is the biggest attention whore i’ve seen, probably ever—and i’ve known some attention whores, too. like, alex turning into johnny mnemonic when she’s around makes every bit of sense. i blocked out most of those posts from my memory all because they were so unpleasant and pretentious and over the top—i kept thinking about him, too, like how sweet and earthy he is. in fact, i got to her last post, the only thing going through my mind was “alex, my love… what are you doing?”

she calls herself “infrequent ig checker”—apparently she has a twitter, too, and there she calls herself “infrequent twitter checker”. i get it completely: there are far better things to do in life, and there are far more things in life worth more than social media (especially now), but something about the way she phrases this irritates me, like she thinks she’s somehow above social media. compare this to alex, who’s always online and always active, and always reachable, even when it doesn’t seem that way. i also just think of other couples who are genuinely happy with each other, like joey and krista, or scott and pearl, or charlie and carla, or chuck and tiffany: their relationships are public but they don’t make it the bread and butter of the social experience. plus, it’s obvious they can rely on each other… by the way, i should also mention that alex doesn’t even follow her on twitter, the place where he’s most active. okay, this is very strange.

she doesn’t want to take pix with alex, and, i had to look this up to ensure i wasn’t losing my mind because it felt so sticky to me. indeed, when i started noticing this, the alarm went off in my head. excuses aside, it makes you go, “what you hiding, girl?” (also makes me wonder what he’s hiding, too, like, this is not just keeping this part of his life under wraps out of privacy). you don’t want to be seen with your spouse not from shyness… but because there’s something nefarious going on. it’s a sign of hiding something.

and all things aside, it’s just fucking weird to me. speaking as someone who is shy, what woman doesn’t want to be seen with the man she loves and show off how content she is? alex says she’s shy and doesn’t want to fill up feeds with couple photos- i don’t think that’s what it is, babe. i think she doesn’t want to be seen with you for some reason. aside from the vanity project that is her blog, you know what confirmed this for me? go to her instagram and you’ll see selfies. she dedicates whole posts to her fucking cat but alex is mentioned in passing: notably, there are no pictures of him to be found. she talks about herself ad nauseam but she can’t be bothered to fully declare her love other than “oh, ho, ooh, i’m so flattered.”

and i don’t know if anyone else has picked up on this—it’s actually kind of hard to miss knowing how much of an open book he is, and how expressive his face is, but… there are two things i notice with alex. 

number one: in the two years i’ve been following him, i have never seen him say anything positive about himself. he always deflects compliments about himself—the most prominent example being the time i called him handsome and he was genuinely shocked by that. i’ve also called him a beautiful man and it was like he didn’t know what to do with it. yeah, calling someone a god is overblown and cliché but coming out and saying you love me and then later on down the line, you’re like “too kind” to me while showing very obvious signs that you like me, from the husky whisper of a voice to the fact you’re on my instagram when nobody’s looking… and number two, and i want this to be coupled with the above, too: look at pix of him from about 2014 to 2017 (hell, look at him from 2014 to 2015). it’s as if he aged 20 years in the span of two, and he got heavy, too—and he struggles with his weight, too, going from a potbelly to barely chubby: although he could just be sucking in his gut, i’ve actually seen him do that on more than one occasion, but other than vanity, it begs the question as to why. why hide your beautiful body like that, especially when i’ve seen how round and cute your belly is, and i’m genuinely tickled by it, and especially when you stopped dyeing your streak when you realized it’s a part of you. personally, i love his body: i think he looks good chubby (and boy, does it make me fantasize) but… he’s also prone to insomnia or being on “no sleep”, and i don’t think this is just lifestyle talking. i also have seen him get genuinely angry on twitter so many times like i have lost count, and whenever she’s around, it’s like he becomes robocop: more machine than man. i’m not going to link it, either, i just don’t want to draw attention to that because it’s genuinely triggering for so many, but search those symptoms together and you’ll see why i feel concerned for him and i really wish i could do something for him. i can kind of see it in his eyes, too: there’s something that pains him.

*edit: aside from coming on at night now, his posts have been getting… increasingly strange. he’s always been an oddball but it’s very pronounced now. he’s been swearing on instagram a lot lately and he’s been a lot more… sexual? i could just be grasping at straws, but it’s jarring to witness, though.

and that something is a narcissist. this woman is a narcissist, almost a textbook narcissist.

so what, she’s an architect and makes art and sings and writes. really, so what: i do those three things as well, and truth be known, architecture is like the coward’s field of study in stem. there’s a joke in a later, fairly obscure episode of seinfeld where the guy leading the hearings about susan’s legacy says to george, “i know a guy who became an architect because he flunked out of dental school.” jokes aside, stereotypes exists for a reason. architects—and engineers, too, i remember this was huge when i was in engineering school—are known to be either lazy or holier-than-thou, and apparently she lives up to that, despite her declarations of being yourself and defying stereotypes. i’ll give you another stereotype, maddy (thanks for killing that name for me, too, by the way): what you resist, persists, and you are just not at all convincing me.

i got a bad vibe from her the first time she popped up on the screen during one of alex’s livestreams and let me tell you, your first instinct is often right. you really want to impress me? do what my grandpa did and get degrees in nuclear science and mathematics at a young age and then go into the military. hell, do what my aunt did and get a doctorate in theatre and write an award-winning play when you’re 35. hell, do what i did and nearly die from starvation and borderline madness and then three months later, make one of the best artworks of your life and give it to chris cornell. in fact, since i’ve been thinking about going back into stem school, specifically earth science, at some point… you would not believe the curricula that goes into something seemingly easy like geology. the amount of advanced math involved in the first year of a geology major alone is enough to make any architect or engineer shit their pants. for real. it’s shocking.

i want to be clear that i actually feel bad saying all of this, because i just think about how content alex is with life. but is he really, though? sometimes, narcissism isn’t like donald trump and it can be very insidious to where it’s not like spotting a toupée, but narcissists do everything in their power to make it seem like they’re one of us. and over the course of several years, it can inflict some serious damage… and i’m afraid it already has: like i said, i can see it in his eyes, and his stalking me on instagram and blatantly telling me he loves me and also showing it are not random events. if i lived in new york, i would be more than happy to help him. in fact, i would be honored. i checked in on him once before: this all brings out the concerned best friend in me.

however, the thing with people who are in relationships with narcissists is they won’t buy it at first when it’s pointed out to them—in fact, they might even push you away. but the best thing you can do is just be there for them: if i lived in new york, i would do whatever it takes for him. i really feel like i have something special with him—he’s like chris on steroids. and like chris, there’s a reason why he keeps coming back to me, and i don’t think fandom is the sole reason (as you know with chris, the poor man had anxiety and his wife turned out to be a power drunk psycho who surrounds herself with enablers, something we all should’ve seen a long time ago because the signs were in fact all there). 

i could be wrong about all of this and it could just be me just not liking her, which is a mere fact of life: you will come across people that you just don’t like for whatever reason. …but i won’t be surprised if i’m not wrong, though.

[maloskiworld]

Fragile - Max Verstappen

MASTERLIST (requests are open!)

This is a part 2 to " To the moon and back "

Warnings : languages, pregnancy, and I think that's all

Words count : +2.5K

A/N : It's finally here, lovely people ! Hope you enjoy, sorry if it's a little short 🌻

My sister had her baby in december 2021, and I swear during her pregnancy she really did weird stuff with her food. So the combo ice cream + mayonnaise on top is a real experience. She swore it was delicious, but neither me or her boyfriend dared to try ahah

PS : English isn’t my first language, so sorry if there’s any mistakes ! 🧡

not my gif, credits to the owner !

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"Put it closer to our bed !", you said, giving orders to Max, while standing at the door frame, not helping him at all.

"Do they really need to sleep with us ?", he asked back, putting the smaller bed where you wanted it.

"Yes. Doctors said it's better for babies to sleep with their parents till they are about 6 months."

"6 months ?", Max looked at you, wide eyes. You laughed a little.

You and Max were both discovering how to be parents. You were reading every books you could find, listening to every advice you could have, buying everything you'll need and things you'll never need. Having twins doubled your anxiety. Taking care of one little human was already scary, so two almost felt insurmountable. You knew you'll just have to adapt yourself to it. Probably by not sleeping at all the first months and begging for help to your mother.

"Why did we get their rooms ready then ?", he kept wondering, frowning a bit. Dad-to-be-Max was a different kind of Max, and you absolutely loved it. To be honest, it was probably the version of him you adored the most. He was extra caring and extra sweet. Seeing him adjust to this new role was almost funny. He was curious and just had to Google everything he could about babies. A few nights ago, while you were getting ready to go to bed, you went to check up on Max who was laying comfortably on the bed. You saw that he was typing on the search engine : "do newborn babies have nails ?". You laughed about it for half an hour, almost peeing yourself in the process. Max was defending himself by saying that he never had a baby so he couldn't know, but you couldn't understand how that wasn't obvious for him. Or even why the hell he questioned it.

"Because when we'll have to take care of two mini you, we won't have enough free time to do it. And c'mon, admit it! You loved painting their walls, champ", you said getting closer to your lover.

He kneeled in front of you, caressing your belly with his nose, his arms encircling your 8 month pregnant self.

"Yeah, I did", he kissed your tummy before looking at you with stars in his eyes. "I love when you call me like that", he said, a little grin making its way to his face.

Max had won the championship. You were beyond proud of him. You cried happy tears for hours when it happened. You couldn't wait to tell your kids that their daddy made it. He is a world champion.

You weren't with him, feeling too tired by the pregnancy to travel this far away from home. You watched everything on TV, and cried proudly on your own when he ended P1.

He jumped out of the car, and was rushed to the post race interview for the top 3.

"That's for Y/N and our futur babies, damn it, I'm a world champion love!", he yelled on the camera.

That's how the world found out about your pregnancy. He called you right after on FaceTime, and took the phone out on the podium with him, wanted for the three reasons he was up there to be near him.

"Hey, Max...", the dutch felt you tensing in his arms. He just hummed, waiting for you to continue talking. "Your dad called yesterday when you were out running, forgot to tell you."

Truth be told, you didn't forget. You just didn't know how to tell the news to the driver. He shot up, escaping your touch.

"Why ?", his tone was harsh. Since the fight, Max didn't talk to his dad. Not even for the championship. You knew Jos tried to contact the driver, but the younger dutch never answered. So this time, he called you.

"Wanted to know if we'll be there for Christmas in three days. He told me he was missing you", you simply said.

"Hope you said no", he responded, not even acknowledging the last part.

"I didn't say anything Max, maybe you should call him back", you tried to put your hand on his shoulder but he flinched away.

"No."

Without another word, he left the room. You felt bad for having brought this up, but you couldn't escape it anymore.

It was hard on Max. You knew it, even if he didn't want to admit it. Having to cut his dad out of his life was one of the hardest thing he had ever done. Beating Lewis was a piece of cake compare to that.

It was also hard on you. Deep down, you knew you were the reason of it. And you hated it. You felt like the vilain of the story. It wasn't really the case, but still, that was how you were feeling. You wanted them to reconcile. Not with the relationship they had before, but at least they could talk with each other, from time to time. To be honest, you didn't really mind that Jos wasn't a part of your life, but it was unfair for Max. You hated the grown-up man, and he hated you, but you were ready to do some efforts if he'd do the same. There were only a few things you wouldn't for Max.

You walked quietly in the house, searching for your partner. You found him curled up on the bed of the guests room. That was his way to tell you he didn't want to be bothered. Usually, you respected each other alone time. Both of you knew how it was important. But this time, you crossed the line.

"Baby...", you called him sweetly.

"Wanna be alone", he answered, voice muffled by the pillows.

"Can I just lay with you ?", you couldn't bare yourself to leave him alone. Seeing how he didn't respond, you just kept trying. "We don't have to talk, we could just take a nap."

This time, he slowly got up and lifted you bridal style - you didn't how he still managed to carry you this way with your big bump. He put you down on the bed, and cuddled you immediately. He closed his eyes, and you felt how his breath unhurriedly was getting steady. You were exhausted, so soon you drifted to sleep too.

You woke up with Max still in your arms. His eyes were open and he was staring at the ceiling, an arm crossed behind his head, the other wrapped around you.

"Hi, my champ", you said while stretching up a little bit.

"Hey", his voice was raspy, sign that his mind let him sleep for a little while.

You looked at him until he felt stare at. He laid his green eyes on you and smiled lightly.

"You really think I should call him back ?", he asked you.

You sighed. "Do you want me to be honest ?"

"Always."

"Well, I think you should call him back, yeah. But maybe... Maybe we don't have to go over there for Christmas. I mean, there's a lot to be fixed so it'll take time. Little steps by little steps", you told him with every piece of truthful feelings you hold in you.

"Baby steps, uh ?", Max joked. "I'll wish him a Merry Christmas, and we'll see. Let's focus on us for the moment, yeah ?"

Your lips turned into a bright smile. He put his zesty lips on yours taking you in a passionate yet loving kiss. He, then, rested his mouth on your forehead.

"I love you -", Max started.

"- to the moon and back", you completed.

You stayed in each other embrace for a little longer. Max had move to rest his head on your belly.

"Do you want me to take a break ?", he asked, breaking the comfortable silence. You frowned.

"What ?", you really didn't know what the hell he was talking about.

"From racing", he simply said, like he was asking you if you wanted him to get groceries or something that dumb.

He probably felt how confused you were because he went to kiss your forehead.

"I don't have to race for the next season. I can take a year break", he explained his thoughts.

"Max-"

"You know, to help you with the babies and all that stuff. You don't have to do it all on your own. If I keep racing, I'll be away a lot and you'll be alone raising two mini Verstappen. Hell on earth", he laughed a little, caressing your hair.

"Just say it, and I'll stay home. With our little fam", he kissed your forehead again and rested against it.

You didn't really know what to say. Sure, raising two babies boys were terrifying you. You'd be lying if you say you didn't though of asking Max to stay with you. His presence would fix everything, it would be way much easier. But you didn't want him to give up on his career. He still had so much to achieve. He's gonna be on top of the world, and you wanted nothing but to support him.

"No", you just said, voice trembling. Tears had started to form in your eyes. Maybe it was the pregnancy or maybe it was all the love you had for Max.

"Schatz, are you crying ?", he asked in disbelief, drying your wet cheeks. "It'll be okay, I promise you. Baby, don't be sad", he said, trying his best to reassure you.

"I don't want you to stop racing. We'll be fine", you managed to say in between sobs.

"Alright, alright. Can I know why my beautiful girl has tears in her eyes then ?", he asked in a sweet voice.

"You're just so nice", you said and cried a little bit more.

"Oh. Hormones. I see. Been a while since they messed up with you", he laughed.

"Yeah", you simply said. You stomach started to growl.

You decided to get up to get some food, but Max was quicker than you, he was up on his feet before you could even sit on the bed.

"Stay there, love. What's that monster stomach of yours wants ?", he said, grinning from ears to ears. Weird combo food never stopped. The last one that horrified Max was mayonnaise with vanilla ice cream. For you, it was a 10/10 but it shocked the dutch man for life.

"I don't know... I feel like... Maybe I'm fancying some... Burger King ?", you gave him the puppy eyes, a look you knew he couldn't resist.

"Oh god, my phisio's gonna kill me. But hey, my lady is pregnant, so her wishes are mine!", he lifted his arms in the air. "Do you wanna take a bath while I'll go get you that ?", he asked.

You pouted, bath were forbidden during the pregnancy.

"Oh fuck, I forgot. Well, do you wanna come with me and we'll eat in the car ? In front of the sea ?", he demanded.

"I can't wait to take a bath again, Maxi", you groaned and get up, with the help of your favorite man on earth. "I'll take your offer, it's almost as nice as a warm and relaxing bath. Only if you promise to put the heater on in the car!", you laughed a little.

Unplanned dates were your favorite kind of dates. Max was extremely good at it. He was always surprising you with small attentions. That habit of him only grow harder with your pregnancy.

You had finish eating minutes prior, but you were still in the car, looking over the sea.

"Do you think I'm gonna be a good dad ?", Max suddenly asked. "I don't want to do the same mistakes my dad did."

You stared at him, unsure where those thoughts were coming from.

"You'll be the best dad ever, it's -"

"What if I'm not good enough ? You said you don't want me to stop racing, and it's fine. But what if me being away a lot weight too much on you ? Maybe you'll start hating on me, and we'll just fall apart. Like my parents did", he kept on rambling. "What if I'm not the one you want to do all this with ? I mean there's-"

"Oh, shut up, Max", you cut him off, almost with a scoff.

He wasn't excepting you to talk so he just stopped his little rant, not daring to look into your eyes. He was focus on the horizon, and little tears threatened to fall from his eyes. He could feel the moment stop.

"Darling, you're the one I want. The only one, and I'm so happy that you are my babies's daddy", you gently put your hand on his cheek.

It was rare to see Max that vulnerable. He usually never let his emotions on screen. Most of the time, they're trapped somewhere in his body. But for the whole day, you felt him be so fragile. Like he was made of glass, ready to be shattered on the white cloth. Everything was taking a toll on him. The fight with his dad, the championship, the pressure he had for the upcoming season, the pregnancy... He just needed a nice break, and to let it all out.

"I'm so lucky I get to call you mine", you tried to kiss him but failed to reach him with your bump.

"Oh fuck, you'll have to do a little effort if you want a soothing kiss", you said groaning a bit and Max let out a small laugh. He leant closer to you. Your lips knew the way by heart, your mouth collapsed on his on its own. It felt like your first kiss all over again.

He broke the kiss to rest his forehead on yours - one of Max's favorite love touch. You put one of his hand on your belly.

"Plus, you got me pregnant so you better stick around, young man!", you joked. "We're in this together, love. I'm scared to be a mom too, but you're with me so I'll be fine. We're about to be the coolest parents on the grid", you smiled truthfully at him, caressing the palm of his rough hand.

"I love you to the moon and back, Max Emilian Verstappen."

"I love you to the moon and back, and even more, my sweetheart. I'm so so in love with you, and I already love our two little boys so much", he smiled. "Sometimes, I don't know how you keep up with me", he said.

"Yeah, uh - Max, I think - I think uh my water just broke."

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[nanagoswife]

Our Worries Can Wait

Request by @generousrunawaydonut

W/C: 2.1k

Warnings: angst

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Obi-Wan could tell something was off. This wasn’t the first time either. For the last month you haven’t quite been yourself. You were more tired than usual. When you were sparring you wouldn’t be able to last as long as usual. Even your usual sharp and attentive abilities seemed to be foggy.

When it came to what Obi-Wan saw behind the scenes, you were constantly aching. There were many mornings where you would suddenly bolt over to the ‘fresher. When he asked you what happened you would simply say it was nothing. Sometimes you said that something you had eaten the night before was most likely the reason for your nausea.

It wasn’t until a week prior that he began to grow overly concerned. He was afraid that this could be a serious illness that you were refusing to get checked out.

Obi-Wan had to make sure that his search wasn’t obvious. Both to make sure that you wouldn’t grow suspicious and that the others in the temple wouldn’t. Maker knows Anakin wouldn’t leave him alone about it. Both him and Ahsoka.

Through all of his weeks-long searching, nothing in the archives was helping. He thought of asking Master Che about it but he didn’t think that would help. For more than one reason.

It wasn’t until one morning where he woke up before you that he decided to go somewhere else to find an answer.

Obi-Wan had woken up with you in his arms. Your back was pressed to his chest as his hand rested on your stomach. Something about it seemed different, though. He could’ve sworn that there wasn’t a bump on your stomach before.

For a few long moments, he thought about it. Confusion filled him as he couldn’t believe what he was thinking. To see if he were right or to help quell his worries, he decided that he would pay Padmé a visit.

First, he wanted to spend some quality time with you. So, pressing light kisses to the bare skin of your shoulder, he sought to gently wake you.

His soft pressing of lips to your skin continued to your neck before he felt you stir. Your content hum made him smile as he kissed your cheek.

“Good morning, darling,” he whispered as your eyes fluttered open.

Turning with your own smile, you whispered back, “Good morning, Obi.”

Obi-Wan shifted, allowing you to turn so that you were fully facing him.

“How are you feeling this morning, my love,” he said as he softly brushed a few strands of hair from your forehead. You leaned into his touch as he cupped your cheek.

“I’m fine, Obi-Wan. You don’t need to worry about me. I’m sure it’s just some sort of stomach flu,” you tried to reassure him.

He smiled before pressing his lips to yours. “But I am worried. This has been going on far too long for my liking.”

You brought one of your own hands to rest on top of his cheek and traced gentle circles on the back with your thumb. A reassuring smile spreads to your lips before saying, “What did I do to deserve such a caring man?”

Obi-Wan pretended to ponder for a moment. “I believe it was how caring you were for others,” he whispered as he leaned closer but stopped before his lips touched yours, “because of how you showed how much you cared for me the night I came back from Naboo all of those years ago.”

He watched as your cheeks flushed at his words. Obi-Wan always loved how humble you were.

“So, please, let me do this. After today, if I don’t get the answer, I’ll leave it alone.”

You brought one of your hands to his bearded cheek. He couldn’t help but lean into your touch, loving the way it brought him comfort as he let his eyes close.

“Alright. I’m telling you, though, it’s nothing,” you whispered.

“That’s what we’re hoping,” he replied, turning his head so he could kiss your palm. If what he was thinking was right, he’d be worried for a whole different reason.

-

“I made some tea for your visit,” Padmé stated as she led Obi-Wan to the sitting room. He thanked her as she poured each of them a cup before the conversation. “So what is this about?”

He took a deep breath before saying, “It’s about Y/N.”

Padmé looked confused. “Has something happened to her? Have you done something stupid?”

The way Padmé immediately got defensive made Obi-Wan smile. The two of you had always been very close. He knew that the two of you constantly spent time together and most likely gossiped. He wouldn’t be surprised if the two of you talked about him and Anakin.

Still, that wasn’t the subject of this meeting.

“No, not entirely…” he trailed off. If what he thought was true it could be a mix.

Padmé gave him a look telling him to continue. If he weren’t so truly concerned about the matter he would’ve laughed.

“She hasn’t been herself lately and I wanted to see what you thought about it,” he told her, pausing for a moment. Should he just outright say what he suspected? In a way, he felt as if it were needed. At the same time, though, if he said that’s what he thought and was wrong, would that say something bad about him?

Once again, the senator from Naboo looked at him almost impatiently. “Well, what is it?”

“I- I think…” Obi-Wan trailed off. He tried so hard to keep the smile he had at bay. If he were right about this, he’d be the happiest man in the world, no matter how much it would complicate things. “I think Y/N is pregnant.”

Padmé froze. Clearly, of all things he could’ve said, she wasn’t expecting this. So, he went into explaining everything that made him realize. Sure, he could’ve also used the force to search if there was a little one, but he didn’t want to resort to that. If you were carrying a child, he wanted to find out in a more… normal way.

Your friend listened to Obi-Wan intently as he explained his reasoning. As he went on, he saw her smile grow. Was he right about all of this?

Once he was done, he took a sip of his tea in hopes that it would calm him as he waited for Padmé’s thoughts on it. He found himself thinking of what would happen if you truly were pregnant. One thing he knew for a fact was that he would leave the Jedi Order in a heartbeat to be with you and this child. That is, if you want to keep it and you are willing to do the same.

As the silence dragged on, he found himself now wanting his hunch to be right. He loved you so much that he wanted to have a little one that was created by the two of you to love just as much. There were so many possibilities and he wanted all of them to happen. With or without the Jedi.

The silence was soon beginning to make him impatient. He wanted to know and Padmé was the only one he could talk to about this without having a risk of it getting back to the temple.

Giving Padmé a pleading look, she finally spoke as her smile grew, “Congratulations, Obi-Wan. I believe you’re going to be a father.”

-

Obi-Wan couldn’t make it back to the temple any faster than he did. He tapped into his bond with you to find out where you were. You were in your quarters. Whether it was just that you hadn’t left or you had gone back, he didn’t know. Either way, he wasted no time to get to you.

Excitement flooded him. The first thing he was going to do was search for the little life force. Well, if there was one.

He practically burst into your quarters where you were sitting on your bed.

“Obi,” you said, standing immediately as you must’ve thought it was something much more serious. “What is it?”

“There’s no need to stand, darling,” he said as he made his way over to you. Guiding you to sit, he knelt before you.

Confusion filled your expression. “Obi-Wan, what’s going on?”

“You know how I said I was doing one last search?” he asked as he placed his hands on your thighs. You nodded, the confusion slightly slipping away. “Well, I may have actually figured out what it was. All thanks to Padmé.”

“Padmé?” you questioned as his hands drifted to rest on your waist.

Without answering, he searched your life force, focusing on a specific place. He was too eager to find out. All he wanted to know was if this was all actually true and not just a figment of his imagination.

After a few moments, letting his eyelids fall shut, he felt it. Right there. The little presence reacted to his life force brushing up against its own. Almost like it knew exactly who he was.

When Obi-Wan opened his eyes, a smile larger than he thought was ever possible spread his lips.

“Obi-Wan, what is it?” Confusion was all he could see and hear from you. Clearly, you hadn’t picked up on any of it.

So, taking one of your hands in his, he guided it to rest in the middle of your stomach. “Look into the force. You’ll know soon enough.”

He watched as realization crossed your features. As you took a moment to do what he said, your own smile spread to your lips though it fell.

“What are we going to do? Obi, the Order. They don’t know-”

Gently, he hushed you while bringing his free hand to your cheek. “Let’s not worry about that just yet, my love.”

“But, Obi-Wan, if they find out then… well, we don’t even know how bad this can be,” you said with panic.

Obi-Wan pulled you closer to him, you now on your knees on the floor like he was, and held you tight. “I know,” he whispered. “But, if you want to, we can leave the Order. I love you so much and you and our child will be more than worth the sacrifice.”

You pulled back to look at him. Your eyes searched his as they most likely searched for any sign of him lying. But he wasn’t. Obi-Wan didn’t think that he had been more serious about anything else in his life except the day he first said he loved you.

“Before we think about the complexity of the future,” Obi-Wan started as both of your hands slid into his hair, your smile reappearing, “shall we enjoy this? Be happy that we have a future. Most of all think about the fact that in a few months time you and I will be welcoming a little one into the galaxy.”

Happy tears were streaming down your cheeks as you nodded. Before he knew it, the two of you were closing the gap and pressing your lips to the other’s. Relief filled laughter came from the two of you despite refusing to separate.

“This is the best news I’ve ever received,” you whispered against his lips. “How did you notice this before I did?” you continued with a nervous chuckle.

Obi-Wan shrugged. “Lucky guess.”

“Funny coming from the man who doesn’t believe in luck,” you said with a chuckle.

“Some things change when the right things persuade me,” he said teasingly.

You smiled before kissing him again. The two of you stayed like this for a few more blissful moments before moving to lay together in bed when your knees began to ache.

Obi-Wan’s head rested in your lap as he laid a protective hand over your belly. You lightly brushed your fingers through his hair causing him to fight to stay awake. It got to the point where he hardly even realized that his commlink was going off.

When he looked at it, it was a message from Master Yoda saying that the evening council meeting had been rescheduled. Perfect.

As he placed it back on the side table, he smiled at you as he turned his attention to your belly. Lightly, he pressed a kiss to it. “Grow well in there. Mom and dad will protect you, always.”

Your smile was radiating the amount of love and joy you had in the moment. For now, the two of you would just enjoy this moment. The stress and fears of the future would be a problem for tomorrow.

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