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[writinggingerphelonys]

Particle acceleration.

Do atheists exclaim 'Oh particle acceleration!' when they reproduce?

-Phelo and Ginger

[gingermintpepper]

I have finished the book. It was not a very good book at all. My preliminary thoughts are as follows:

Prose is the best part about it but also one of the worst. Evocative and lovely language was used for what I can only describe as manipulating the reader. In a different book by a different writer, perhaps that would be the mark of a good unreliable narrator but this is not that kind of book and the writer, I fear, is not clever enough for that kind of narrative.

The characters - I do not think of them. Trapped as we are in Alcestis' head, she is a passive, dull thing who I do not know any better at the end of the book than I did at the start. I couldn't distinguish where her voice ended and where the author's began and it is through that haziness that all other characters are observed. Admetus is an objectively phenomenal husband but his kindness and regard is made bitter because he loves Apollo not her. Apollo is no more than a ghost haunting them both. Hippothoe and Phylomache exist as images of what Alcestis could be - a woman who dies of illness or children - and Heracles is awkward and small, quiet and passive in the way everything is in this book. Persephone and Hades are perhaps the only characters of some interest in here, but Persephone is a volatile mess of power masquerading as empowerment while Hades, like all the men in this book really, is small and passive and really only becomes worth something when out of Persephone's massive shadow.

The romance - What romance? There is no romance in this book. Alcestis imagines that what occurs between Admetus and Apollo is a romance but we do not get to see that story. The obvious regard and kindness Admetus holds for Alcestis would be romance in any other book - but in this it is described with so much apathy and loathing so as to make Admetus' actions seem unremarkable and lacking. As for Persephone and Alcestis; Alcestis wants nothing to do with her until Persephone forces her. She assaults her, like Hades assaulted her, while speaking the words of that tale into Alcestis' flesh while Alcestis rejects her and somehow this becomes the catalyst of their 'love'. There is no romance in this book.

The queer themes - I am not sure how one makes a story so easily given to a queer imagining biphobic, lesbophobic and not poly but it sure did that. Alcestis' ideas about love and sexuality and how it might possibly have different forms and fashions is unchanged from start to finish and homosexuality, for all that it is what she blames her ruined marriage on, is never explored past a few fleeting, derogatory descriptions and quickly brushed over allusions.

The Apollo Thing - Listen to me so carefully. Apollo is only in a single scene of this book. One single scene and it is the wedding scene where Admetus calls upon him to save them from the poisonouse snakes. Every other mention of him in this book is in passing, an offhanded mention of a person praying to a god, or with the underlying scorn and anger of a wife thinking of her husband's mistress. Apollo is not even there when Alcestis dies. He wasn't even responsible for Heracles eventually going down to the Underworld to retrieve her. If the author could've erased him from the wedding scene too, I'm sure she would've invented a way to do it. Apollo has no relationship with Alcestis, we do not get to see the nature of his relationship with Admetus and every other opportunity which existed to show him on their side was neatly and entirely erased. Thanatos, naturally, is completely absent from this novel.

In short, this was entirely unpleasant from essentially start to finish. I was very excited when I started this book and saw the quality of the prose and also the ambivalent character sketched of its gods but things went so rapidly and extremely downhill that I am left wondering how it was possibly flubbed that badly.

Regarding this book's feminism, I will dedicate a separate post to that entirely. To this book's credit, it did not have the superficial girlboss feminism that many of its contemporaries tend to champion but to its complete and utter detriment, the feminism it champions is perhaps the most insidious kind. The sort that excludes the disenfranchised, the impoverished and the normal woman. This book's feminism is for the privileged and the powerful and it is a deeply upsetting thing.

Lastly, I would like to thank @superkooku , @konu-d and @waterlinkedgirl for cheering me on through this absolute torment. I would not have finished this without them. Take that as you will.

If you are interested in the tale of Admetus and Alcestis or just want to read a retelling, I urge you to just read @reawakened-revenant (CiCiRose on ao3)'s God of the Golden Bow series. It is captivating, enthralling, impeccably researched and so utterly submersed in passion, love and care that it is breathtaking to read. It is a personal favourite of mine and the standard to which I hold all other Admetus and Alcestis retellings.

With all that done, I am going to stare at a wall and contemplate the horrors now. ✌🏾

[nakylvr]

— FILL THE VOID

daniela avanzini x fem!reader x megan skiendiel

summary: you've been aware of megan's "little crush" on you over the past few years, honestly finding it endearing and cute. after talking with daniela about trying something, things take a turn.

warnings/tags: nsfw content, language, threesome, established relationship (dani & reader), g!p meizini, riding, effiel towering, cumming inside (multiple times), switch!reader, switch!megan, dom!daniela, recording during sex, mami kink

part of the substance series

wc: 2,6 k

minors dni

im so sorry for how long this took but uh i hope you guys like it 😓 i kept editing it so this is the final product 😖

sitting on the couch in between daniela and megan, the three of you were watching some dumb movie daniela wanted to watch. but none of you were really watching. you kept catching megan trying to take terrible sneaky glances at you, poorly acting like she wasn't doing anything when you look over at her.

you’d been aware of her “little” crush on you a bit after you started dating dani. megan was adorably obvious about it. trying to sneakily look at you when she thought you weren't paying attention, getting hard around you showing her visible print in her pants when you wore something a little too provocative, her eyes trailing your body only to turn bright red whenever you would even merely touch her arm. it was honestly endearing and cute.

you also knew she was way too shy to do anything about it. dani was her best friend, and you were dating dani. which meant you were off limits. she knew that. so why would she even try?

you look over at the ginger from the corner of your eye, seeing her gaze already on you. you then take a look at dani, who just nods her head giving you the okay.

“y’know, megs,” you start, causing her to look at you. “i really think you should go back to the dark hair.” your hand moves to push a strand of her hair out of her face.

“huh?” megan lets out, her face instantly turning red. “you think?”

“yeah.” you nod, your hand moving down to her shoulder. “i love the ginger, but i miss your natural look.”

“well–uh–thanks,” megan manages to get out, confused as to what's happening. within the second your leg is hooking over hers to straddle her and trap her, making her eyes go wide. “wh–what’re you doing?” she stammers.

“i know about your little crush on me, mei mei,” you say, your fingers fiddling with the material of her shirt on her shoulders.

“what?” she blurts out. “i mean–i don't–i would never–”

“it's okay,” you cut her off, grinding your hips against her slowly, feeling her start to get hard under you. “dani and i talked about it.” you lean in close to whisper in her ear. “you can have your way with me if you want.”

megan feels a shiver run down her spine, a pathetic whimper falling from her lips as you grind against her with more force. she looks between you and dani with a red face, trying to see if this was some kind of joke, and given by how dani hasn't freaked out yet, she assumes she's in the clear.

“really?” the ginger whispers.

“mhm,” you hum with a nod. “c’mon. you want me, don't you, mei mei?”

“yes,” she says softly.

“then do what you want for once.”

as soon as the words leave your mouth and you lean back to look at megan, she's surging closer to kiss you roughly. the action surprises you, a little noise leaving your throat as she grabs your hips tightly, dragging you against her hard cock straining against her shorts making you both moan. your arms wrap around her neck, pulling her impossibly closer to you. biting down on her bottom lip, a whimper escapes her mouth when you gently tug on it and pull it back with your teeth.

parting from the kiss, a string of saliva pulls between your lips, and when you look into megan’s eyes, you feel a shiver run down your spine. her pupils are blown wide, dark and hungry with need as she breathes heavily trying to recuperate. she doesn't say a word, instead shimmying out of her shorts and boxers, making her cock spring out and slap against her stomach.

your eyes widen at the sight of her. she's bigger than you expected. not that you're complaining, you never would. but you wouldn't be able to deny the way you throbbed thinking of her inside you.

“you're so big, mei mei,” you purr, your hand moving down to give her a few strokes, smearing the precum around her tip.

“fuck…” megan breathes out, her hips jerking up.

“you wanna be inside me, meiyokie? hm?” your hand speeds up slightly, making the ginger whimper loudly.

“yes. god, yes, please.” megan nods quickly. “please.”

a smile curls on your lips at her response. pushing your shorts and panties aside, you lift your hips and slowly sink down onto her. a sharp gasp leaves your mouth as you go lower down until she's fully sheathed inside of you, and you're letting out shallow breaths. you’ve never felt this full before, feeling the younger’s dick deep in you nearly pressing against your cervix without even moving.

“oh my god.” your eyes roll back when you slowly rock against her, a moan falling from your lips. “feel so full, fuck!” you throw your head back and lift your hips up before falling back down, a moan leaving both your lips.

megan’s eyes never leave your face as you start to ride her with desperation and need. watching the way your face changes at every thrust, how your lips part when those pretty noises leave your mouth. moans leave her mouth without any care, the feeling of your warm, wet walls almost too much for her. “you feel so good, yn. holy shit!” she hisses, her hands gripping your hips tightly as you move.

“yeah?” you smile, looking down at her. “you're so big inside me, i can feel you so deep.” you pull your shirt off over your head, watching her eyes go big when you unclasp your bra and let it slip off. “you can touch me, baby,” you tell her, resting your hands on her shoulders.

a whimper leaves megan’s mouth at the petname, her face flushing red as she moves one of her shaky hands to grab your breast and gently squeeze, making you whine and arch into her. hesitantly she moves forward to your other breast, glancing up at you before wrapping her lips around your nipple and carefully sucking on it, making her sigh against your chest.

your hips stutter when you feel her begin sucking on your nipple while still squeezing and fondling your other breast, a breathy moan escaping your lips as you look down at her. you just smile at her, grasping the back of her head and pushing her closer against you as you speed up, loud moans leaving your mouth. “fuck, you're gonna make me cum!” you whine.

hearing your words, megan finally starts thrusting up into you as you go faster, moaning into your chest as she continues to suck and lick around your nipple. her eyes peer up at you, all big and pleading with tears threatening to spill. she mumbles something against you, and you have a feeling you know what she's saying given by how she's twitching and throbbing inside you.

“you gonna cum, baby?” you ask her breathlessly, trying to keep your eyes open but they end up fluttering shut when you feel her tip poke at your g-spot making you gasp. “cum inside me—fuck, please, mei mei—wan’ feel you, please, please,” you start babbling while feeling your climax approaching. your head was spinning and hazy with pleasure, and all you could think about was how you should've talked to dani about this sooner.

“what?” megan lets out, finally pulling away from your chest. “i-i don't think i should,” she manages to get out past her moans. she wants to, though. you can see it. she wants to so bad, but she also doesn't want to fuck everything up.

“please,” you beg before looking over at daniela. “please, mami, please. just this once, please.”

megan turns her head to look at daniela when you do, the latina’s pants and boxers at her ankles with her hard cock in her hand. she's breathing heavily while stroking herself, and megan feels both embarrassment and an odd sense of arousal remembering she was watching the whole thing.

“go ahead,” is all daniela says in response.

a smile grows on your face and you look back down at megan, cupping her face with your hands and kissing her deeply. you both moan against each other's lips as megan uses all her strength to jackhammer up into you, feeling your walls clench around her tightly.

“‘m gonna cum,” she mutters against your lips, whimpers leaving her mouth as she gets closer to her orgasm.

“cum for me, fill me up, please,” your voice is shaky interrupted with moans and choked gasps.

with a few more thrusts, megan lets out a long whine, her hips stilling as you feel thick ropes of her cum shoot inside you making you cum over her cock with a loud moan.

you collapse against the ginger, both of you breathing heavily trying to recover. after the waves of your orgasm pass, you're able to hear the whimpering coming from the other side of the couch. lifting your head off megan’s chest, you glance over to see dani still jerking herself off, letting out quiet whimpers and gasps.

“you need some help, mami?” you ask the latina, crawling off megan’s lap and moving towards dani.

“please, baby,” she says breathlessly, a low groan leaving her mouth when you move her hand and replace it with your own. she glances over at megan who's now staring at you two with hooded eyes, her cock twitching and getting hard again just at the sight. she suddenly grabs your wrist to stop your movements. “you wanna try something, babygirl?”

looking into her eyes, you know by now what she means when she asks that. you know each other's limits, and you know she wouldn't do anything that could make you uncomfortable. and right now? you didn't give a shit what she was about to suggest. you end up giving a nod, and she just smiles, her dimple showing.

and somehow within the next five minutes you were in the bedroom on your hands and knees with megan behind you and dani in front of you with her hand running through your hair, her phone propped against the dresser recording the scene.

“you ready, babygirl?” daniela asks you, putting your hair in a makeshift ponytail. you nod in response, glancing at her phone before up to her again, to which she just smiles softly at you. “you tell me if you wanna stop, ‘kay?”

you nod again, feeling warmth creep up on your cheeks at how soft she says the words and the position you were in, let alone being recorded. “yes, mami,” you reply.

“good girl.” she pats your cheek gently before looking at megan. she just gives the ginger a curt nod telling her to start and megan nods, putting her hands on your hips and slowly pushing inside you.

“fuck,” megan hisses, stilling once she was all the way in.

your head drops, hanging low as you feel her slide in you, your jaw slack as a whimper leaves your mouth when she slowly pulls out and pushes back into you. “oh m-my god.” your hands claw at the bedding beneath you, your voice shaky already. daniela tugs your hair to have you look up at her, a little gasp escaping your mouth at the action as you stare into her dark eyes.

daniela has your hair in one hand, and her dick in the other, peering down at you with hungry eyes. “c’mon, cariño. you're gonna be good for me, right?” she says.

“mhm,” you hum with a nod.

“then be good.” her cock prods against your lips as she looks at you expectantly. nodding shortly, your lips part and the latina pushes into your mouth, letting out a little sigh as she feels the warmth of your mouth around her. “there we go…” she whispers. “you're so beautiful, mi vida.” she breathes out. “so good f’ me.”

daniela slowly starts to push further into your mouth, a groan leaving her lips when your throat contracts to swallow around her, feeling your tongue swirl around her length. “fuck…” she sighs, pulling out a bit and thrusting back in.

by now megan has started speeding up, letting out quiet whimpers behind you trying not to sound like a total loser, but the way your walls clench around her length has her moaning pathetically. her hands rest on your hips with a tight grip as she quickens her pace, the movements causing you to take daniela’s cock further down your throat causing you to gag slightly.

“fuck yeah, baby.” daniela just smiles down at you, keeping your hair in her hand to prevent it from falling in your face. “that's my good little slut. look at you, taking both of us so well.” her voice is sweet as she talks despite her words towards you, and you moan around her causing the latina to let out a groan. “shit—do that again, baby.”

in the three years you've known both of them, you never imagined that this would happen. yeah, you thought about it once or twice before you started dating dani, but god were you thanking yourself for talking to her about it.

tears were welling in your eyes, threatening to spill as you stare up at daniela who keeps muttering praises mixed with degrading words that you can hardly even process anymore. all you can focus on is how good it feels. you're moaning and gurgling around daniela’s cock with the force of megan’s desperate pace pushing her further down your throat, saliva dribbling from the corners of your mouth.

“you look so hot, baby—fuck,” daniela’s breathing was heavier now, her dick twitching and throbbing against your tongue. “shit—i’m close.” her grip on your hair tightens as she pulls on it slightly.

“me too,” megan is barely able to get out past her moans. “f-fuck, wh-where should i–” she can't even finish without a moan coming from her at the feeling of your walls fluttering around her and squeezing her dick.

daniela looks down at you. “you want her to cum inside you again, baby?” she says, stilling her hips for a moment. you nod quickly in response, and she smiles. “my dirty girl, wanting her girlfriends best friend to cum in her—fucking slut.” she starts thrusting her hips again, getting closer to her climax while watching you. breathy moans escaped her lips now, her hips moving out of pace and frantic. “you cum when you want, baby,” she tells you.

you can barely process the words being spoken to you, merely nodding along to everything daniela says while feeling the knot in your stomach tightening and threatening to snap. you know megan’s about to cum by how desperate her movements have become and her cock throbbing inside of you, and her tip hits that spot inside you has your eyes rolling back and you're cumming on her cock, your body shaking as you let out a whine.

within the seconds of you cumming megan is right behind you, a long moan coming from her as her hips still and you feel her fill you up again. and within the minute of that daniela groans, her jaw slacks as she cums down your throat, making you swallow it all.

the three of you are panting heavily as they pull out of you and you collapse onto the bed, head hitting the pillow with a soft thump.

“you okay, baby?” daniela asks.

“mhm,” you hum with a short nod before holding your arms outstretched.

without another word, daniela lays down next to you, letting you wrap your arm over her. your other arm is still extended, and megan just sits there not knowing what to do.

“c’mere,” you mumble to the younger girl.

immediately megan crawls onto the bed on the other side of you, curling into your side. you let out a quiet giggle at how fast she moved, looking between the two girls on either side of you.

“this isn't going to be a one time thing, is it?” you ask.

“no.”

“probably not.”

[tittiesnhrtz]

hi hiiii idk if you’re still doing reqs 😭 if sooooo can you write ab eating ellie out while she’s on the phone 😞🙏

my apologies if this doesn't hit 😻

warnings: oral, public sex

ellie was on her iphone ten again, the poor thing adorned with spiderweb like patterns, having endured more tough days then you’ve ever seen. the light bouncing from it illuminated her face, highlighting the freckles dotted across her cheeks like the cherry blossoms scattered on the streets of the foreign city you both were meandering through.

this was supposed to be a family trip but of course your parents had to wind up in a work related meeting, leaving you with unused plane tickets and hotel reservations. you couldn’t let their money go to waste, so you asked your girlfriend to tag along. if you knew she’d be on that device ever since you both arrived this morning, you’d have cancelled the trip altogether. “just tendin to a niche game, babe. give me ten minutes.” ten minutes stretched into an excruciating five hours and thirty four minutes. not that you were keeping track. not that you were borderline desperate for her attention. not at all.

you cling onto her like a koala, encircling your arms around her torso, seeking for any sort of attention she can offer, even if it’s something as meagre as the faint sound of her heartbeat responding to your touch. “ellie.” you whine out her name, a pout painting itself on your face. in any other situation, she’d be a horny mess, yearning for more of those pretty sounds falling off your lips, but there was a seasonal event going on and she needed to collect all the weapons. “yeah?” she looks up for three milliseconds, “i’m kinda hungry, let’s go eat.” she intertwines your hand with her calloused one, the coldness radiating from her skin blending with your warmth, making you satisfied for now.

“whaddya wanna eat?” your eyes dart around at the cafés and restaurants passing by, lingering on a certain cat themed cafe. “ellie, look.” you beam, nudging her to shift her gaze at the cafe. “eh.” is all that leaves her mouth. “but you love cats.” your eyebrows furrow. “cause you love em.” you know that’s not true. she’d literally adopted a cat with sleek ginger fur from a sordid alleyway even though you’d warned her about the diseases it could carry. she ended up naming him ‘bricked up monstertruck pussy’ or ‘bump’ when she got tired of calling him by his full name. just when your mouth parts open to speak again, she pockets her phone with her other hand, her thumb caressing the back of your hand. fucking finally. you almost break out into a wide grin, biting on your lip to conceal the desperation that previously resided in you.

“babe, we have to go there.” she starts leading you to a sci-fi cafe, her battered converse moving with enthusiasm. a sound mimicking an airlock opening echoes when ellie steps inside with you in tow. “that’s so cool.” she giggles. the cafe is dimly lit with metallic blue lights, the high ceiling painted with an array of alien stars and galaxies. you slip into a booth at the far end, taking a seat opposite of ellie.

the waiter takes your orders; ellie gets a drink with syllables you can’t even decipher and a burger. you decide on a strawberry milkshake, something basic, and the same burger she chose. “that’s so you.” her face splits into a lopsided grin. “what does that mean?” you play with your bracelet, relishing the feeling of her eyes on you. “dunno…like, you’re sweet..like strawberries.” a smile lingers on your lips, nearly making you forget how she’d been technically ignoring you, until you hear the faint buzz of her phone— a fatuous theme song from a movie blaring as her ringtone.

she has the audacity to hum to the rhythm before picking it up to answer jesse. she rambles on about how she’d managed to beat six levels in just twenty minutes, an obvious lie. you know better, you’d been the one suffering all day. five minutes slip by, fleeting like the rocket in the hologram video flickering on the wall. you’ve had enough, you decide.

you sneak under the table, the tablecloth shiny with neon green glitter concealing you almost completely. she’s manspreading on the couch, giving you easy access to settle between her legs. she doesn’t notice you’ve moved until she feels two hands resting on both of her thighs. you let out a small giggle as she looks down at your head peering through the tablecloth, surprise etching on her face. her breath hitches at the sensation of your cheek resting against her thigh, the rasp of denim against flesh. she secures your chin in the palm of her calloused hand to make you look up at her dilated pupils, green eyes taking on an inky darkness. it feels sinful to be looking at you in this angle. even in the dim light, she can make out your doe eyed expression, and her boxers suddenly feel uncomfortable.

jesse’s voice fades away into the background, his words ringing through the other line but not quite making it into her ear. swiftly, you unbuckle her belt and tug on her jeans, the denim whispering down her thighs. you don’t care that you’re in public, the lighting, the very few people and the fact that you’re in the far end of the cafe should obscure whatever you’re about to do. her grasp on your chin releases and her fingers tangle in your locks as she leans back against the couch. with bated breath, she watches your head settle in between her thighs, stifling a moan when you kitten lick at the damp cotton. her hand clenches at your roots, “atta girl.” she mumbles incoherently.

“el, you there?” you pull back, hearing the faint sound of jesse’s voice. you pat her thigh, “answer him.” your fingers hook into the waistband of her boxers, pulling them down to join her jeans. the cool air dances along her warm exposed skin, as the plush of your lips pucker around her throbbing, swollen clit.

“mngh..y-yeah, yeah.” she grunts, pushing your face further, making you bask in her nectar. your fingers glide against her thighs languidly, as your whimpers get muffled against her core. this feels like an atonement of some sort, the attention you’ve been craving so badly, now all yours. you look up at her through your eyelashes, taking in how she’s biting on the palm of the hand that’s holding her phone to hold back the noises threatening to cascade.

“uhm, ellie..you okay?” she barely registers his confused voice over the feeling of your tongue sliding up and down her folds, making her eyes flutter shut. her juices flow down your chin and onto the leather couch below, as you close your eyes too, messily swirling your tongue in circles around her clit now. jesse repeats his question and she brings the phone closer to her again, “dude, i’ll call you lat- fuck.” her words get cut off by a moan at the sudden intrusion of your warm muscle thrusting inside her weeping cunt.

the phone falls from her grasp, landing somewhere on the ground with a soft thud, probably adding a new crack amongst the ones already marring the screen. she doesn’t even care, her mind clouded with pure bliss. both of her hands card through your hair, feeling the softness of it against her roughness. her forehead rests against the table, back hunching as she quietly whimpers, her thighs closing around your head. the moan you let out reverberates through her body, teetering her to the edge. you spread her pussy lips wider with your fingers, gliding your tongue up and down again.

“gonna…fuck..i’m gonna..” she mumbles against the fabric of the tablecloth, tugging on your hair gently. one of her hand moves to rest on the nape of your neck when she comes, seeing the whole of orion belt as her eyes roll to the back of her head. she lets out a throaty breath as she no longer feels your mouth on her core. lifting her head up from the table, she pulls her boxers up the first thing. she tilts your head up and lets out a moan at the sight of your chin glistening with her juices, not even bothering to lower her voice. the pad of her thumb runs along your slightly parted lips before lingering on the bottom one. she leans down to plant a velvety kiss on your forehead, clamping your cheeks together. “you’re so fucking paying for this when we get back to the hotel room.”

[sobbingscripter]

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"Oh look who it is! Batman." Klarion's head lolls, inky bangs coming to a tapered point right between perfectly arched brows and there's a boyish gleam that dons his features

"I see you've brought a girl and a homo with you."

"The call's coming from inside the house." Your voice breaks the ominous mood and Bruce's lips purse, before he glances towards you.

"Now's not the time for joke's, Crush."

"Ooh, Crush. How come I've never heard about Crush, hm? Why's your name Crush, Crush?" Klarion's actively goading you, onyx pools digging into you as Teekl circles his legs. Long, toned legs obscured by tailored dress pants, and the cat lets out a purr, tail curling around his calf.

"Crush here," Constantine places a hand on the crown of your head, your features obscured behind your domino mask, "she's gonna stick around 'ere, until you end your little... Chaos plague on Earth."0

"And her name's Crush, because— well, he'll find out, won't he, love?" The smile that dons John's features aren't the kind that should be worn by a man who's world is in turmoil, and even Bruce doesn't seem as bothered as he should.

"He'll find out." You affirm and like clockwork, Bruce and John disappears, a thick plume of smoke remaining in their spots. Although, it dissipates rather quickly.

And you're left alone with Klarion, eyes roving over him as you take in his features. Dark eyes framed by lashes that put your own to shame, sharp features and obsidian strands that form into devilish little horns at the top of his head.

But what really attracts you, is that lithe, twinky body that has you curling your index finger, bringing it to rest over your lips, eyes narrowing in thought.

Raw.

"And what are you supposed to do, hm? Annoy me to death?"

"Precisely."

"What?"

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"Stop touching things!" Klarion hisses, fists balled up at his side as you continue to touch various relics and books, moving things that shouldn't be moved and he's beginning to understand why Batman looked so... Relaxed.

He decided to fight chaos, with chaos.

And by the Heavens, you're so much worse than he could ever be.

Your mask discarded, expression so endearingly curious, even as you stick your finger in one of his little jars of oddities, goo clinging to your finger and bubbling just beneath the surface of the green.

"The slime burns."

"It's sentient sludge. Of course it burns."

Klarion handles you relatively well but there's no annoyance that quite prickles at his skin as Teekl brushes against your leg, tail curling affectionately and she looks up at you with an affectionate gaze.

"Teekl." Klarion hisses. "Tee— stop that at once. Don't fawn over the— release her, human!"

Klarion's about to get an ulcer at his youthful age, brows pinched into a scowling frown, lips twisted in distaste as he watches Teekl nestle into your arms, her head resting just beneath your chin. And you look at him with those wide, unsuspecting eyes before tutting the purring cat.

"So, when are you gonna introduce me to your parents?" Klarion's gaze is torn away from the striped ginger in your arms, to stare at you with a look of distaste. Ultimate dislike formed in under the span of an hour.

"What? I don't—"

"You know, because we're a thing now. Your cat already loves me."

"Human, 'loves' is a strong wor—"

"Are you gonna post me?"

"What does that even—"

"What are we?"

"Oh dear God."

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There's a looming silence that fills the wide expanse of the room, creaking floorboards and velvet lounges, bookshelves that cover the entire wall and a large window that overlooks an abyss Bruce warned you not to look into for too long.

The only sound being the purring of Teekl as she moves between the two of you, demanding pets. The gentle strokes of her fur that Klarion gives and the borderline chaotic and erratic way you scratch below her jowls, at the spot just above her tail and behind her ears.

"Why're you looking at me like that?" You question, staring at Klarion with narrowed eyes as Teekl's whiskers twitch against the side of your face.

"Like what?"

His arms are folded across his chest petulantly, dark eyes hard and smokey, brows creased and lips tugged downwards.

He looks... Hateful, if anything. He's begun to understand why you're called Crush.

You're crushing his spirit, his will to live. Everything.

"Like you're trying to get that witch boy bussy pounded."

"No, you imbecile. I'm not trying to have my 'witchboy bussy pounded'." Klarion scowls at you. "What does that even mean?"

"Why don't you come find out, twinky?"

You uncross your legs salaciously, before recrossing them again. And Klarion grimaces.

"You disgust me." He seethes.

"Then how come you haven't kill me yet?"

"Teekl doesn't want me to."

"Awwwww." You coo, looking down at the feline who's nestled so very comfortably against the slight pudge of your belly. "You're keeping me alive."

"She's regretting it, though." He hums. "You talk too much for her liking."

It's boring here.

You've counted the floorboards, you've counted the bricks, you've counted all of the suspicious jars. Even the ones with tiny bones in them. And still.

"Hogwart, what's gonna make you stop your chaos plague?" You question with an exhausted groan, glancing at him with sleepy eyes, brows furrowed into a frown.

Klarion looks... Frustrated with your presence. But he's enjoying the show of the rather thin tank top that you've stripped yourself to.

"The more you ask, the longer I am going to take. It's a simple concept, mortal."

And you let out a huff, shifting on the sofa and Teekl simply nestles herself in the dip of your spine, body warm and stretched leisurely.

And Klarion has to admit that it's rather... Lovely seeing how much his familiar seems to adore you. Even if he can't stand the way you're so infuriatingly talkative.

"Then are you gonna get rid of your boner any time soon?"

Your question snaps Klarion from his reverie and he glances at you curiously, head tilting in somewhat confusion. And you let out a breath. John warned you about his vocabulary. As prim and proper as can be.

"Your... Erection." You repeat, and he glances towards his lap, before staring back at you. And slowly, Klarion's thigh moves to hide the tent that you have no idea how long it's been there, but he's crossing his legs and looking at you like you've taken his honour.

"Pervert." He hisses.

And you lift yourself up on your elbows, fingers interlaced. "How am I the pervert when you've been sitting with an erection for God knows how long?"

"A decent person wouldn't bring it up."

"A decent person wouldn't have had anything to bring up."

"Well, who said I'm decent, hm?"

And you let out a breath.

"Just get rid of it, please. It's literally, just there."

And there's a deafening silence, lips pursing and Klarion's gaze lowers to where a magic circle rests on the floor. Glowing and revealing pieces of the chaos on Earth and he clears his throat.

"I am... Unaware as to how."

"Have you never..."

"It's never occured before." He huffs, arms crossing over his chest.

"Are you going through puberty?"

"No. I've gone through that already. This is just..." His gaze lifts to the ceiling as he thinks. "Visual stimulation related."

And your lips purse but you don't say anything, simply shifting a bit higher on the sofa, until your chest is pushed up by the armrest and your pendant dangles in the valley of your breasts. And you watch Klarion as he tries to not look.

"You know...." You trail off, pouty lips pursing.

"If you help me, I'll end the chaos on Earth."

"Deal. But make the cat go somewhere."

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Klarion's breath stutters in his throat, nails digging into your thigh as he glances down, watching your hand with hazy eyes as you fist his cock.

You watch as translucent beads of precum roll down his flushed length, coating your hand and you use it, stroking him slowly. And Klarion swallows hard. Bottom lip wedged between perfect teeth, pointy canines biting into the plump flesh and he lets out a stuttering sound when you brush your thumb along his leaky tip. Mushroom-y head flushing a rosier hue at the attention.

"Oh..." Klarion murmurs softly, brows bunching and his hips twitch when you grasp his base just a bit tighter, increasing your grip the closer you get to his tip. And he doesn't fight the urge to sigh, embarassment causing his cheeks to further flush but he doesn't imitate pride, instead, hiding his blushing face against the curve of your neck.

"Is it good?" You murmur softly, shifting a bit closer to Klarion's side and he simply nods, pointy fangs ghosting over the sensitive skin of your neck with each open-mouthed breath that leaves him. Hot air fans over your skin, his fingers digging into your flesh and his cock twitches in your hand.

And you take the time to admire it, because in all honesty, Klarion can act the way he does.

Long enough for both your hands to fist him, not even directly from the base, but still have his blushing tip poking out, the kind of girth you wouldn't assume would come from someone of his stature and you mumble, almost under your breath.

"You can afford to act the way you do."

And he lets out a breathy laugh that turns into a moan when you drag the soft, delicate pad of your middle finger over his weeping slit. Back and forth, back and forth, and Klarion can feel his toes curl in his boots.

His fingers flex, his free hand moving to wrap around your hand, urging you to go just a bit faster. Although, you don't let him control your pace, the lewd and slow *shlick shlick* sounds have your brain going into overdrive. Especially when it's paired with those breathy, and girlish sighs that leave his lips.

And Klarion pulls back, looking down at you with just a few inches above you, and his hand moves further up your thigh.

Dark eyes scan your face for a semblance of discomfort at his actions but the moan Klarion let's out when you part your thighs, is...

It's like a symphony. Hearing the way his voice cracks, a shaky breath leaving him as he palms your pussy through your pants, the cargo-y fabric doing nothing to dim the heat of your cunt.

"You're so warm..." Klarion breathes out softly, brows knitting into a frown and he paws at you, almost desperately. But his movements are clumsy, and uncoordinated.

Your hand pumps his cock, your eyes flitting between his aching flesh and his half-lidded eyes, before he rests his forehead against your shoulder. Gaze downcast and focused on where your fist swallows his cock, tightly gripping him and sweetly milking him of the fat droplets of precum.

You can feel the way he twitches in your hand, cock leaking copiously and his hips struggle to remain still, and he bites his bottom lip, stifling whimpers that threaten to tear his pride to shreds.

There's a knot in his belly. Unfamiliar and so, so tightly wounded that it's almost painful, making him take those deep breaths that you could only see on the gravely injured, and he can feel that burn behind his abs.

It's scorching.

"You close?" You ask softly, lips ghosting over the shell of his ear and he nods his head weakly, face pressed into your shoulder.

You smell so nice. Like peace and easiness. Like a fresh bakery.

"Promise to end the chaos?" You gently remind Klarion of his promise and he nods, whimpering when your fingers drag along his frenulum.

"Promise. Just make me... —hah— feel good..."

You'd be lying if you said that voice crack didn't make your cunt leak a little bit and you shift from your seat, instead, kneeling between Klarion's spread thighs. And your hands move to spread them further, feeling the fabric of his pants beneath your palms and you look up at him through your lashes.

"You look so good on your knees."

Klarion's voice cracks as a pale hand finds its way to the crown of your head, slender digits sinking gingerly into the strands as he watches your lips part, slowly wrapping around his flushed tip.

Your eyes remained glued to his, even as your tongue flicks and curls around the ridge of his cock.

Your eyes. Long, fluttering lashes with an unwavering gaze. Metallic flecks in your iris that go so well; full, pouty lips and a warm, wet tongue.

Your mouth's so welcoming too. The way your cheeks hollow as your suckle at him, the way breaths leave your nose and Klarion can't take it anymore.

His eyes roll back, his fingers flex and a gasp tears him in half, as cum spurts, painting the soft and delicate tissues of your mouth pearlescent. You keep sucking, and he keeps whining, hips twitching and the slight overstimulation has his brain threatening to melt.

The floorboards begin to rattle with his undoing, the shelves begin to force things to clatter to the floor and you keep your eyes on his screwn up expression. Watching the way his brows twitch and frown, features flushing a deeper and rosier hue.

And your cheeks puff with each drop that you milk out of him, until he's spent, slumped in his seat, chest heaving and eyes fluttering open to meet your gaze.

And Klarion's hands find your hips as soon as you stand, pulling you onto his lap and his lips part, pink tongue exposed and you don't hesitate. Lips meeting his, and you push his cum back into his mouth, your tongue brushing against his, his digits digging into the fat of your ass and the way he grips you like a lifeline is hypnotic.

Eyes shut, whines and groans being swallowed by your lips, your hand continuing to stroke his cock, milking him of sounds too.

And when you pull away, there's a string of cum and saliva connecting you, only broken once a portal opens in the centre of the room.

Looks like Earth's fixed.

And John steps out, coat rustling in the breeze and he brings his cigarette to his lips, before glancing at you. And with a nod of his head, you move Klarion's shirt to hide his shame and you lift yourself.

"Well, Copperfield, it was nice kn—"

You're cut off when Klarion's hand fists in your hair, tugging you back towards him and a force alone, pushing John back into his own portal.

And the air shifts.

Once Klarion's hand loosens from your hair, your first instinct is to look towards the window.

And where an endless and black abyss used to be, is a space, littered with clocks.

Oh shit.

"Stay a while." Klarion murmurs, arms wrapping around your waist, and his head dips, features pressed against the curve of your neck.

"We've got time."

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[biancasaidstfu]

Times like this, I choose to hang on to the facts we have at hand. Right now it is that both Nic and Luke still has exactly 1 post hidden in their Instagram.

Could be the S4 Polin selfie or selfie with Lord Ginger Baba Featherington or it could be the post that confirms Lukola without a shadow of a doubt. Fact is, it's a joint post between Nic and Luke that has been there for months! Both of them are there on each other's grids. Their tags contain Lukola shipper's posts too.

If Luke really was in a relationship with A, I would say the past year has been extremely disrespectful for her and it goes against everything that Nic's image is all about. It also goes against the doting boyfriend image of Luke that we have seen during his past relationships. It goes against what everyone says about Luke being the nicest and kindest person because how can one keep quiet with all the hate that is directed at his supposed "girlfriend"? He isn't dating A. His team had plenty of opportunities to confirm it and if it was true, it would have been less messier and even kinder to A to confirm it instead of saying he is "publicly single".

It's PR. They are only fooling themselves.

Interestingly I noticed that A's displayed post count is 44, but she only has 41 posts on her grid. I think those 3 'hidden' posts are her last posts that she can associate herself with Luke or in an ideal world, those 3 posts are model Collab posts of her's yet to be announced. I am going to start praying that it's bybarely related posts because I cannot handle another implied association with Luke when everyone knows it's all PR.

I am so exhausted from seeing this PR drama play out and I have been through Tomdaya fandom for years! It was never this messy from a PR side. I would rather go through the whole Zendaya and Tom dating other people than whatever this is. Atleast they were genuinely dating other people at one point. And then they broke it off with those people and didn't create a whole salsa with adjacents to fool the fandom. Tomdaya lore is deeeep, but it was never this obviously fake.

Sure, we has Zendaya call him a friend and whatnot. We already had it from Nic's side. It's a common thing when celebrities don't want to confirm their relationship. Fine. But everything else? Come on!

I know legal obligations are in place, but isn't the whole purpose of the legal obligations to ensure that it doesn't get messy like this? PR relationships are usually mutually beneficial which isn't the case here. If the obligations from Luke's side isn't fulfilled, then it might take years to have A satisfied. Lukola was headed towards a launch and then things all of a sudden changed. That indicates a renegotiation so why couldn't Luke's team negotiate better terms then? Better yet, why aren't they doing it now especially when the fandom is outright calling them out? People know it's BS. The only thing they are achieving is having Luke's reputation sacrificed. I think Luke's team in particular dropped the ball in this. Maybe everyone underestimated how things could get out of hand. I think Nic's team and Luke's team do not agree 100% on how to proceed. They need to be on the same page for this to work.

If the latest post was A going rogue, squat her like fly already. Use that as a leverage and just get out of the whole glaringly obvious situation. Hell, just pay her off or have faith in the fandom that they will not believe whatever accusations A comes up with following a Lukola launch.

Any divide between Luke and Nic's fan stems from the papgate. If they rip off the band-aid and launch their relationship, the fandom will protect them. Solo Nic fans and Solo Luke fans will defend them because majority of the fandom dislikes A. It might be messy initially, but it's already messy. Every time they misdirect, it is already messy. They are losing followers and their reputations are taking one hit after the other.

Most of bad that they think might happen most probably has already happened!

I am all for women not being identified simply as someone's girlfriend, but there is also power in being in a relationship. Their is power in finding love and having a stable, happy relationship. We do live in a misogynistic world, but there is power in a man stepping back and proudly cheering on his partner without being salty and insecure about it. Luke already does it. Nic is Luke's biggest supporter. She has protected him as much as she can without associating herself with him. A lot of the hate directed at Luke is because of his PR relationship. Nic and Luke can be power couples of the industry. They already are actually. Sure, most of it is in Polin context, but they are already stronger together than apart. Power couples are goals.

The world is already cynical enough. Luke and Nic doesn't have much to lose by launching their relationship, but they have a lot to lose by continuing this PR narrative.

Sorry for the rant. I just hate it when we are being treated as idiots by the whole PR shenanigans and it has gone long enough already.

We love a good rant around here anon ❤️

[angelltheninth]

Heyheyyy!

I'm feeling cheeky so I wanted to ask for a little drabble for Maddie (if not her, than whoever you else,) - giving fem!reader her first orgasm with a partner/hcs on how your first time together would be? Thank you!

Of course I'm gonna write about my favorite ginger! I'm happy when people ask me about her, I have a few more requests for her too. Yay!

Pairing: Maddie Nolen x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, first orgasm, cunnilingus, fingering, orgasm encouragement, teasing, blushing, kissing, dirty talk, praise

Word count: 0.9k

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A/N: If there is a Maddie Nolen fanclub I would like to enter please.

It was supposed to be just like any other night you spent together, kissing, talking, teasing but this time when you started you just didn't stop until both of you were naked. Maddie was never the one to waste precious time, least of all when she has an absolute feast in front of her.

Her lips were locked around your clit, her middle and ring finger fucking you quick and deep. Every little whimper she made when you pulled her hair traveled and vibrated exactly against your clit, making your while body tingle. Your eyes were getting misty, teary, harder to stay open as you felt the hot pleasure coiling low in your belly.

Suddenly, before it could reach it's peak you moved away from her, leaving her with a bewildered look on her face, mid-lick.

"Don't hide from me. You scared I'm gonna bite you or something?" She teased as her lips got closer and closer to where you wanted them most. But as soon as they brushed against your clit your hips jerked, you pushed her away and closed your legs again. "This doesn't work if you keep closing your legs. Is something wrong, love? Am I moving too fast for you?"

"No? Yes? I'm nervous." You bit your lower lip, not exactly knowing what to say that wouldn't be embarrassing for you.

"Nervous." She echoed, cheek resting on your thigh.

With a nod you continued, "Maddie I... I don't know what to expect."

"Hopefully to come." The ginger wiggled her eyebrows but her smug expression wavered when you embarrassingly looked away.

"I don't know what that feels like." You whispered into the silence between you two.

"What?!" Maddie couldn't believe this. How could you not know what it feels like? It was one of the best feelings one could have with their partner. "You never had an orgasm before? With a previous lover, or even by yourself?" Her face softened and she ran her hands soothing up and down your hips.

You shook your head, feeling that embarrassment with your whole body.

"Sweetheart, that's not right. You should get to experience that when you're having sex. The thought that you never did, that your exes didn't bother with your pleasure, it... it makes me angry." She shook that anger away for now. There would be time for that. Now she had more important things to take care of. She eased your legs open slowly, her eyes soft and touch just as so. "I want to make you come. Do you trust me enough to let me do that?"

"Of course I do." You reached down to cup her cheek and she leaned into your touch, planting a quick kiss on your palm and then your wrist. She grinned when your pulse spiked under her lips.

"Well then, I should get back to work shouldn't I? I'll make you come so hard, I promise you that." She had a lot of confidence but the skill with which she licked her tongue into your pussy and curled it upwards just a bit. But she didn't stay there for long, "I'll talk you through it, relax. Be a good girl for me, let me give you what you need, what your pussy needs." Her fingers pushed back in, which made you gasp and leaned forward, back tense and hands back in Maddie's ginger hair.

You didn't mind her taking the lead.

Maddie's fingers curled upwards when she pushed them in all the way, hitting that little spot inside of you that made you see stars every time. It made you half gasp, half whimper when she grinned against your clit at the noises you made. "Such pretty sounds from my pretty girl."

She licked a slow path from your aching clit to her fingers. Everything in her wanted to tease you but she didn't want to make you wait any longer for what she promised. Her lips returned to your clit, this time only kissing it, but doing so every time she fucked her fingers back into you.

"Maddie... I... fuck... ah!" You moaned faster, louder, felt your body grow hot and your pussy clenching around her fingers quicker.

"Yeah, I know, I know. Let it happen, come for me." She whispered against your clit and that was all it took. The pressure that you felt in your lower belly spread through your entire body, ending in your curling toes. "Good, doing so well, a bit more." You felt her fingers make a little scissor motion inside your cunt and your vision went white.

Somewhere in the back of your mind you registered her kissing your stomach while she eased her fingers out of your pussyhole. But you couldn't even muster the strength to pull her into a hug. Your entire body hummed, boneless. "Holy fucking shit. T-Thank you, I... oh my gods."

"Don't thank me for that, love. Although the way you look right now does give me an ego boost." She grinned at you, still between your legs. "You doing alright?"

"Mhm. Is it normal to not feel your legs?" You asked with a laugh welling up from your chest.

"Sometimes. Want a massage?" Her hands were already running up and down your legs by the time she asked the question. "It's good to calm down after an intense experience like that."

"Y-Yeah. That does feel nice." Better than any other time you had sex with anyone else. Maddie aimed to please. Always.

[erideights]

Little pieces here and there (1)

Pairing: Buggy x Fem!Reader (One Piece Live Action)

Chapters: two, three, four, five

Word Count: 2,6K (i was inspired by god itself)

Warnings: none, lot of context (i promise the next chapter will have way less filling), light flirting

A/N: I HAVE ALREADY THOUGHT ABOUT AT LEAST 5 CHAPTERS MORE, I HOPE SOMEONE LIKES THIS FIRST ONE BECAUSE I'M ON MY KNEES FOR THIS DAMN CLOWN. Let me know if you wanna be tagged in other parts! (Side note: i'm spanish, so if there's some mistakes, i'm trully sorry, i don't have beta readers).

It's not enough to suddenly find herself locked in a box with 3 idiots she met a matter of hours ago, no; To make it worse, as it could not be otherwise, it turns out that she is in a bloody circus, ''kidnapped'' by a band of pirates that she recognizes as soon as she sees the red and white tent over their heads, the distressed faces of the poor people that make up the audience, and the costumes of the band around them.

She sighs, and wonders what the hell she's doing there despite knowing perfectly well what kind of decisions have led her to that damned place. Wanna know what happened? Let's recap, shall we?

(Y/N) (S/N). That name doesn't sound familiar, right? Very few know it but the reputation that accompanies the person who responds to it is very famous throughout the 4 seas. She is not a bounty hunter, nor a marine, neither a pirate or a pirate hunter, like the green-haired hottie with whom she finds herself in such trouble, or a thief, like the ginger who she bet, will escape running without looking back at the slightest opportunity she finds.

No, she's a mercenary. She doesn't work solely for money, otherwise she would go against the most bloodthirsty and ruthless of each sea, and that doesn'tt interest her, because she would put herself on the radar of both the pirates and the marines.

No, she is contacted through different channels, none of them direct, and if the job interests her, amuses her, or even piques her curiosity, she accept it. She goes after all kinds of people, whether they are pirates or marines, gangsters at the top of the terror scale or criminals who, like her, tried to keep a low profile.

However, and as we were saying, despite trying to remain anonymous, she is good at her job, a born strategist with an incredible facility to adapt and blend in with her surroundings to sneak into the most remote places, so her existence inevitably began to be noticed along the seas, rumors about this young mercenary with an angelic face, who only responded to her own morals and of whom few escaped to tell the tale.

And this is how she met that group of weirdos who found each others through the power of the plot's convenience; her last assignment was to steal the map from the Grand Line. There are not many, these kept safe and protected in large fortresses throughout the globe, and among all those that she could have tried to steal, she made the horrible decision of going for the one that was closest to her, encountering those three idiots in the crossfire of the disaster that unfolded in Shells Town.

How did she end up giving up the assignment and at that precise moment there, with them?  Simple: Luffy piqued her curiosity. And there are few things stronger than (Y/N)'s curiosity.

"Hey, I know you. I saw your wanted poster in Shells Town, you're the clown guy. Umm, uh… Binky, right?" Luffy exclaimed, as confident of himself as usual.

Buggy, she mentally corrected, arms crossed over her chest, rolling her eyes at the same time the clown corrected loudly and dramatically listed his many nicknames. Which she was sure, only he called himself.

''Wow, you have a lot of names. I bet everyone in the East Blue knows who you are.” The audience gasp. There's confusion in the boy's face, and an almost psychopatic tic in the clown's one. ''What did you just say?'' Buggy asks lowly. ''Just that everyone knows who you are.'' Luffy repeats.

''Nose!? Are you making fun of my nose!?’’

Then came the slap, like the one someone usually gives when a friend is trying to steal their food or touch something they definitely shouldn't. Buggy is killing the straw hat boy with his eyes but the gesture is so… innocent.  She expected threats with knives, to be honest.

And because of the unexpected, she almost let a laugh escape in the form of a cough but she controlled herself fast enough to not grab unnecessary attention to her.

''What's real is...'' Buggy resumes the conversation, getting some distance with Luffy to walk around the rest too.  ’’I’ve been scheming for months to steal that map from old Axe-Hand moron…’’ (Y/N) sees how he approaches her, but she didn't expect him to close the distance between each other so much, his nose almost touching her own, sharp blue eyes fixed on her from a slightly lower perspective. The truth is... that she also doesn't know how to tell if that nose is real or not, but now she really wants to touch it to find out. Dear God, what a realistic texture. It’s incredible.

Pressing her lips together in a contained expression as she shakes her head, she raises an eyebrow, letting him know that the joke wasn't as funny as he hoped, and he clucks, accepting defeat in such good humor that no one would say, that is a kidnapping and someone would end up dead by the end of the day.

She heard of him. His reward was not one of the highest but neither one of those that go unnoticed in the East Blue. He was also an eccentric, of course people talked about the blue-haired, red-nosed clown who terrified his victims in a macabre way. Those who survived ended up traumatized.

He is, or at least looks, younger than she imagined, and he fit right in with the urban legends of evil clowns kidnapping children and then dismembering them. She wonders, silently, thoughtful eyes scanning his face and body language from a distance, if this is some softie on the inside with high aspirations in life who was unfortunate enough to bump into someone who traumatized him and hence all this show and facade of the cruel and heartless clown -to protect himself as the good cliché he seems- or if, on the contrary, he is, simply and plainly, a yandere who craves attention no matter how he has to obtain it.

If she remembers correctly, there was also a rumor that he ate a devil fruit. Just like Luffy, which it doesn't take long for the clown to discover after Zoro tries to save the situation by showing off his reputation -obviously it doesn't work- and Nami does exactly what (Y/N) predicted. Not her fault, either, she doesn't owe any of them anything at all.

''Okay. Here ends the theatrics.’’ The lights go out and it’s then that everyone can small the disaster in the air. A chill runs down the back of (Y/N), who tends to infiltrate without being seen and avoids, whenever possible, a direct encounter; hand-to-hand combat is not exactly his specialty. And given the circumstances is impossible for her to know if the daggers she usually hides in the side of his combat boots -for emergencies like this one- are still there. ''I know one of you has my map, and I'm gonna get it back. What was it you said, Rubber Boy? That it was in a safe place?”

How long were they unconscious before? Enough to hijack the ship, get to land, and move 4 dead weight bodies to that circus, locking them in a box. By that point she would bet some member of the gang would have thoroughly searched the ship, and them too. Disgusting.

Buggy takes a last, attentive look at both Zoro and Nami, ruling out that one of the two has the map because when the girl tried to flee, Luffy was not shocked thinking that perhaps she would steal it from him. Which leaves the two of them, Luffy and her, alone with him.

''So, please'' the clown gestures to his subordinates with his head. ''make these two guests uncomfortable in the green room. I’m gonna have a chat with my stretchy new pal and…’’ His eyes jump to her, tilting his head to the side with genuine curiosity. ''this beauty that was incapable of taking her eyes off me.''

Fuck. Was it that obvious?

''Doll, you are the only one who hasn't opened your mouth yet and I don't think it's because you’re a shy little flower.'' He begins, circling around her like an animal hunting its prey, analyzing it, hoping to see a chink of weakness to attack. ''Are you bored?'' He asks almost in a whisper near her ear. ''Is that it? Are you so, so bored that you don't think it's worth enough interacting with the rest of us?'' Breaking away from her when he realizes she doesn't falter, he smiles a huge, threatening smile, looking her up and down in such a way that it almost makes her feel dirty. "Or maybe you're the one who has my map, and you're quiet to try not to attract /my/ attention."

She? The map? Wearing such tight pants and top? Yeah, maybe up her ass, but she's not the one who is going to tell him otherwise because if he, or one of his subordinates, comes to search her, she could take advantage of the opportunity to steal some sort of weapon from them.

In particular from Buggy; (Y/N) saw the knives he keeps in his coat and… she wouldn't mind taking a closer look at that interesting nose.

"Busted." She finally admits with a lopsided smile, raising both eyebrows when she sees the surprise on the clown's face. He didn't expect such a cocky response, did he? "I'm not the type of person who likes to attract attention, the spotlight is for others who are more... flashy." She pronounces it honeyedly, repeating the same nickname he used before, pointing at him with a gesture of her chin. "However, I'm not going to tell you where the map is. If you want to find it, come and search for it yourself."

Shrugging her shoulders, she stretches out both arms in a gesture that invites him to come closer. Bold, he thinks, more than pleased with this unexpected turn of events, taking some steps in her direction. She adds once more: "although I would be surprised if you hadn't already done it during the time we have been unconscious"

"Me?" He points at himself, stopping right in front of her. "Take advantage of a defenseless young lady?" He almost sounded offended if it wasn't for the shit eating grin and the eager way he was scanning her body now. "What kind of degenerate do you take me for?"

She scoffs, and Buggy, unsure, seems to consider -for some long seconds- whether or not to do the job himself, (Y/N) being too calm for how helpless she seems. But surely, he knows, she doesn't have any weapons on her; his subordinates were in charge, as she said, of searching all of them as soon as they were brought to the circus.

In the end he gives up, because he would be damned if he dared to refuse to thoroughly touch this mysterious woman who may, just may, have his map hidden somewhere. He strongly doubts it, tho.

Soon enough, he moves again, standing then behind her, and without asking permission, he doesn’t need it either, his hands start roaming her shoulders and sides slowly, making sure to feel anything weird between her clothes and the skin underneath. Like the fucking map, folded until it is nothing more than a small piece of paper easy to hide. 

Because that is the whole point of that scene, right?

"Go on, be my guest." she says sarcastically, trying to stay calm and breathe slowly, because (Y/N) likes to pretend to be made of stone, but not /that much/. The pressure of those gloves against her already tight clothes and the hungry way she knows those -green? blue? difficult to say with those circus lights- eyes are watching her every move make her heart beat a bit faster in something she’d call /the average amount of nervousness when a known, wanted pirate search for something we wants while threatening to kill you if he doesn’t find it/.

Buggy, on the other hand, is so engrossed in his task that his usual cocky smile has disappeared a few seconds ago; he is waiting to feel a change in the girl's body language to be able to guess if she has it or if, on the contrary, this search will be saved in his memory as no more than a small pleasurable pause after all the stress that the goddamn map is putting him through. Because he can't deny it, she's actually a beauty, and in other circumstances he wouldn't mind getting to know her in a funnier way. At all.

Inhaling deeply, wetting his red lips with his tongue, he lets the air out slowly, tilting his head to the side to see her better. He should hurry up and stop making that scene as intimate as it's becoming, audience and all, but he's a thorough man. Or that’s the excuse -explanation- he will give to whoever dares to ask.

"Where the hell did you hide my map?" He asks melodiously as he finishes searching her torso, his right hand starting to go a little lower, getting dangerously close to her hipbone when (Y/N)'s right hand flies up and catches his wrist between her fingers, stopping him dead in his tracks. She couldn't help it, she acted on autopilot, she is not ready to be the main character of a porn movie with audience included letting him roaming all around as he pleases. "Not between my legs, so keep lowering your hands and I'll cut them off." she threatens, turning her face to look at him standing behind her.

Right back, as if those words were magical or something, the huge, shit eating smile of his returns to the lips of the unstable clown, and without letting go, he makes her spin, facing her with both hands on her waist, strongly keeping her in place, sharp eyes fixed on her, and without realizing it, she stops breathing for a second. "You promise?" He whispers, pleads almost, in an amused, delighted tone of voice after such a threat. She was way interesting than he expected, not as shy or scared as an unarmed girl like her should be. He likes that. A lot.

However, he has -sadly- things to do and he did in fact, already lost time with her. His eyes betraying him the moment they land on the girl's lips, Buggy winks at her with a cocky expression and pulls away suddenly, raising both arms "Another disappointment, how many more can our audience endure? You’re the only one left, Rubber Boy, don't let me down." He points him, moving closer, while (Y/N) just stays there where he left her, wondering what the fuck just happened and why does her heart run so fast now.

Adrenaline, probably.

"Take her with the others" he ends up saying to a couple of members of his gang, to which she responds by moving on her own in the direction of where they have taken Zoro and Nami before, preventing them from guiding her by force and discovering the knife she stole from Buggy when he got so damn close to her, and which she secretly hid between the waistband of her pants and her shirt.

Risky, she could cut herself with the smallest movement at the least expected moment, but it was way worse to see herself unarmed.

Buggy, infatuated, takes one last look at her and, raising one hand, waves his fingers in the air with a huge smile on his face as he says goodbye to her.

"See you later, love."

[remuswriting]

THE CRACKS OF MY UNIVERSE; HINATA SHOYO

Y/N knows he likes Hinata. He just doesn't know how to tell him.

WORD COUNT: 5,991 words

TAGS: Canon Compliant; Friends to Lovers; Getting Together; Baseball Player! Reader; Not Beta Read

NOTES: This became longer than I meant it to be, but that's a common thing that happens to me. However, it's okay because Hinata deserves more love. Also, this fic was hit with the OC curse where there are OC background characters. Hopefully someone else loves Kumiko, because I find her to be fun.

If there are any spelling/grammar errors, I apologize. I'm just very tired.

The sunshine is so bright it bounces off of Hinata’s hair, causing it to be a fiery red instead of gentle ginger. Y/N was recruited to practice with him and Kageyama, even though he’s not doing much besides tossing the ball for Kageyama to set. He enjoys being included, though, no matter how many times they make him do it.

“One more time,” Hinata says as he gets the ball and throws it to Y/N, who catches it with ease. He may not be a volleyball player, but he’s played baseball for most of his life. Several university scouts were at Interhigh Prelims. Hopefully, they come to Nationals to watch him.

“You mean a hundred more times,” Y/N says with a small laugh. Hinata flushes somewhat, but it’s hard to know if it’s from being caught or from the sun. Y/N doesn’t care what he’s from; all he cares about is how cute it is. “I don’t mind as long as we get something to eat after.”

Hinata perks up slightly, probably since Y/N isn’t complaining. “Okay! We can do that!”

Y/N chuckles slightly while Kageyama lets out an exaggerated sigh. “Can we go back to practicing?” Kageyama asks, and Hinata looks at Y/N expectantly.

“Yeah, yeah,” Y/N says as he rolls his eyes. “Get into position.”

Y/N faces the struggle of knowing he likes Hinata and wanting to spend more time with him, because Hinata will spend time with him. He will include Y/N in any plans previously made, even if he doesn’t tell anyone else beforehand. He likes being next to Y/N when it calls for it, and sometimes when it doesn’t. It makes the struggle even worse, because it only encourages these feelings.

Y/N is trying to get to class after going to the bathroom when he runs into Ennoshita. He doesn’t really know him, but they see each other when Y/N and Hinata can walk home together. Ennoshita always gives them a look when it happens, and Y/N hasn’t figured out what it means.

“Oh, I’m sorry, Ennoshita-senpai!” Y/N says as he reaches out to grab him to stop him from falling. “I wasn’t watching where I was going.”

Ennoshita catches his balance as he laughs. “No, you’re okay. I was in a rush,” he says as he waves his hand to dismiss it. “Are you okay?”

Y/N nods. “Yeah, just fine. Maybe a little freaked out, but fine.”

“That’s good—not that you’re freaked out, but that you’re fine,” Ennoshita says, and there’s fondness in his eyes. “Can’t have Hinata getting upset if you got hurt.”

There’s a pause as Y/N looks at him. He goes to ask what Ennoshita means, but the bell chimes, and they’re both parting without saying goodbye. Y/N chalks it up to simple teasing since he’s only vaguely connected to the team through Hinata. He’s pretty sure his own captain would act similarly with Hinata, but it’s a little different since his captain knows he likes guys, while Y/N doesn’t even know if Hinata likes guys. It’s never come up in conversation, and Y/N doesn’t want to just bring it up randomly.

“There you are, L/N-kun,” his teacher says when he gets to the room. “I’m assuming you have a good reason for being late?”

He nods. “The line for the bathroom was a mile long.”

Several of his classmates laugh, but his teacher is not amused like they are. However, she doesn’t assign him detention or anything. She just sends him to his desk and starts class. The moment she starts talking about English, he zones out and stares out the window. Because, honestly, when will he ever need to use English? He plans to stay in Japan for the rest of his life.

He thinks back to Ennoshita’s words, and he still doesn’t understand. People say that it’s easier to understand after the fact, but it’s after, and it’s still weird. Maybe it’s best to shrug it off, because what’s the point in worrying over it? All it’ll do is make him anxious and take up too much of his time. That’s how he typically deals with feelings, and it’s worked so far. He’s nearly 18 and life has been fine so far.

Yet he still thinks about how Hinata’s hair had resembled fire last Sunday, and how it’d be an honor to be burned by him.

Y/N only met Hinata because he was getting tutored by someone in the honor class while Hinata was. They ran into each other in the hallway one day, and Y/N asked if Yachi could help tutor him when Kumiko ended up not being there. It’s still something that happens—tutoring. Hinata goes in there for Yachi while Y/N goes for Kumiko. Small waves from across the room and Kageyama having to tell Hinata to focus. It’s familiar and nice, but Y/N will never say that.

“Did you not pay attention in English again?” Kumiko asks, and she looks over his homework. He presses the side of his face into the desk.

“Is it really that noticeable?” he asks, his voice slightly muffled.

“It’s really that noticeable.”

He looks up to see her stern look that means she may tell Seiji about it, and if she tells Seiji, then he’ll tell coach Y/N needs to study for English instead of practice. He’s done it before, and it was terrible then. It’ll probably be worse now with Nationals coming up. Coach will lecture him until Y/N lies on the field, wishing for death.

“What’s up?” Kumiko asks, and he moves to rest his chin on the desk. “I’m not saying you’re the best at school, but you aren’t usually this bad.”

“Ouch, you know just what to say,” he says, and she gives him a pointed look. “Okay, okay. I’ve just been… caught up in my head.”

She tilts her head, her black hair getting in her face. “Worried about Nationals?”

Y/N shakes his head. “No, never.”

If anything, Inter-high makes the most sense to him. He transferred from Seijoh to Karasuno when his mother lost her job and his father had to relocate for his. Karasuno is objectively cheaper and closer to home. Seijoh was going to pay the tuition, but they don’t have dorms. It just seemed easier to transfer than to commute nearly two hours every day.

“Do you ever like someone so much that it’s confusing?” he asks, and her expression softens as her eyes flicker over to Hinata. He presses his face fully against the desk. “Fuck.”

“No,” she says quickly. “No, don’t worry. I just—I noticed that you’re different with him than everyone else, which is okay. I just…” she pauses. “I just thought you guys were already dating.”

He looks up at her, and her expression is so genuine. “What?”

“As I said, you’re different with him—nicer and affectionate—and he clings to you a lot, so I thought maybe you two were together,” she says, and blush covers her face. “I promise no one else knows unless you said something. It’s just something I look for.”

“Gay guys?” he asks, and she’s scarlet now.

“No.” She bites her bottom lip. “Romance.”

He sighs as he presses his cheek to the desk again. Now he can see Hinata, who keeps glancing at him until they make eye contact. Hinata quickly looks away, ears tinted pink, and Y/N smiles a little. Hinata is so cute, and it pulls at Y/N’s heart a little.

“We’re not together, and I doubt it’ll ever happen,” he says, and it’s easier not looking at Kumiko when he says it. “So please teach me the English I did not pay attention to.”

She sighs, and he knows there’s a sad expression on her face. Kumiko feels so much for everyone, which is how he convinced her to tutor him. He’d rather she only pity that he struggles to concentrate during class than pity his nonexistent love life.

“Alright, but you have to lift your head up first.”

The issue with Kumiko knowing Y/N and Hinata aren’t dating is that she now tells him to just confess. She does it at the worst times—during practice, while she’s tutoring him, when they’re leaving campus. He’s appreciative that she’s not homophobic, but he also wishes she’d chill out. The baseball team is preparing for Inter-high coming in November, just a little over a month away, so romance is not in the forefront of his mind.

“He looked at you all throughout lunch today,” Kumiko says, and Y/N refrains from hitting her. It’s not good to hit anyone, let alone a girl 12 centimeters shorter than you.

“Because you were being so loud,” he says as he grabs his bat. “Which was embarrassing for you and me.”

She frowns. “I’m sorry, okay? I just wanted to see something.”

“See that he’d look if you’re talking to me?” he asks, and she nods. “Maybe next time, try to be quieter to see if it works out.”

“Okay,” she says softly when someone walks past them. “I just think you should tell him. He’s not the kind to be weird about it.”

Y/N looks at her. “And how do you know that? Have you had a meaningful conversation about this with him?” She opens her mouth, but he puts a hand up as he sighs. “I really appreciate that you’re trying to help me, Kumiko-chan. But I can manage on my own.”

Her expression falls, and he feels like an ass for a moment. “It’s just—I think the volleyball team thinks you’re dating. I’ve heard them saying your name, and Hinata-san blushing bright red.”

“That doesn’t mean anything.”

“It could, though!” Kumiko says, and her fallen expression brightens up a little. “Just think about it?”

“I won’t,” he says, even though he probably will later.

She laughs a little. “Whatever you say.”

“What are you two doing?” Seiji calls out, closer to the field than they are. “Get your asses to practice.” He squints slightly. “Oh, sorry, Kumiko-chan. Didn’t mean to yell at you.”

She rolls her eyes. “Yeah, yeah. Just keep going or else I’ll tell Maeda-chan on you.”

Seiji pales at hearing the third year manager’s name before hurrying off to the field. Y/N laughs in his hand, trying to make sure Seiji can’t hear him.

“You’re so mean,” Y/N says, and Kumiko shrugs.

“Maybe he shouldn’t yell at me.”

Hinata is waiting at the gates when Y/N gets out of practice. His hair is still slightly damp, so he’s not been waiting long. It’s strange, though, to see him standing there with his bike all alone. Y/N picks up his pace to a light jog to get to him faster.

“Hey, what’re you doing out here?” Y/N asks, and Hinata bites his lip.

“Can I walk you home?” Hinata asks instead of answering his question. Y/N stares at him as he slowly nods.

“Uh, sure,” Y/N says, because Hinata has never asked him before. It’s always been them just doing so since it’s on his way. They start walking, the silence slightly suffocating. “Are you okay?”

Hinata looks at him. “What?”

“Are you okay, because usually, right now, you’d be talking about practice or class or your sister.” Y/N looks at him, and how warm Hinata’s eyes knock the breath out of him. “Just—are you okay?”

“Are you dating Kumiko-chan?” Hinata asks, and Y/N’s eyes widen as his mouth opens.

“What?” Y/N asks before blinking, trying to take it in. “Am I dating—what?”

They come to a stop, and Y/N’s teammates will slowly make their way to them in less than five minutes. He doesn’t want any of them overhearing this, because if any of them even said Y/N could possibly be dating Kumiko, Maeda and Seiji would kill him.

“It’s just—you’re always around her,” Hinata says, looking away. “I know she’s tutoring you, but you’ve been sharing food with her, and I saw how close you were with her when you guys were walking to practice.”

“Kumiko-chan is just my friend,” Y/N says, making it sound final. “I could never be with her. That would just be weird since she kinda feels like a sister to me.” Y/N pauses. “Think about it like you dating Yachi-chan.”

Hinata’s nose scrunches slightly. “Yachi is like my best friend. That’d be weird.”

Y/N nods. “Yeah, that’s what I’m saying.” He moves his head to get Hinata to look at him. “Are we good now?”

“Yeah,” he breathes out as he grips the handles of his bike. “We’re good.”

This time, when they start walking again, Hinata fills the silence. He talks about Nishinoya convincing a first year to scream ‘rolling thunder’ and how silly it was. Hinata quickly clarifies that it’s silly when anyone but Nishinoya does it. Y/N only nods, because he knows very little about anything Hinata is telling him.

“Do you like anyone?” Hinata asks, and Y/N looks at him again. They continue walking, and Hinata isn’t looking at him.

“Why?” Y/N asks, which he hates when people do this to him—answer a question with a question, but it’s so bizarre for Hinata to ask.

“Well, I thought you and Kumiko-chan were dating since that's what it looked like, but if you’re not, then what does it look like?”

Y/N likes Hinata, but he doesn’t really treat Hinata much differently than he does anyone else. Maybe he’s a little nicer to him, not teasing him as much, but it’s still the same. He’s never felt like he needs to act differently around those he likes because any special privileges aren’t blaring. He’s more willing to listen to the person and not get annoyed by a conversation going on for too long. That’s probably really the only major privilege if that can be seen as one.

“I don’t know,” Y/N says with a shrug. “I’ve never dated anyone before.”

Hinata looks at him, eyes intense, but neither of them slows their pace. “But have you liked someone?”

Y/N heart stops, and he doesn’t know what to say. There’s lying, which is the easy option, but it’ll feel shitty doing that to Hinata. He’s never been a big fan of lying since his mother has always stressed the importance of honesty. She did it so much when he was younger that she couldn’t scold him too much when he admitted to doing something wrong. He’d been honest, like she taught him to be.

“Yes,” Y/N says slowly. “I have.” Hinata doesn’t say anything. “Have you?”

Hinata looks away from him as he nods a little. “Yeah, I do.”

Then it’s quiet between them as they pass by the volleyball team, who give them looks that Y/N doesn’t fully understand. He thinks about what Kumiko said earlier, but he doesn’t let it hold any actual truth in his chest, because he can’t afford to get his heart broken this close to Inter-High.

“Do I know her?” Hinata asks after they’ve passed his team. Y/N looks at him again. “The person you liked.”

Hinata doesn’t know the other people Y/N has liked. They’re all from Seijoh or junior high, and he doesn’t even remember all of their names. He wonders if one day it’ll be the same with Hinata, but something tells him it won’t be. Hinata isn’t someone who’s easily forgotten.

“No,” Y/N says, because it’s not entirely a lie. It just sits on the boundary of truth and lying. “Do I know the person you like?”

It takes a moment, but Hinata nods a little. “Yeah, you do.”

It’s strange not experiencing Hinata’s bright, cheery self, but Y/N doesn’t push. He’s never been one to push and push until answers are given. It’s not his place. He and Hinata are friends, but they’re not obligated to bear their souls to each other if they don’t want to. But he wants Hinata to right now. He wants to know who Hinata likes, and if Y/N has lost a chance he never even had.

“Who is it then?”

Hinata’s hair is getting longer, framing his face differently, sometimes even covering it. Right now, Y/N can’t see the entirety of him. He can’t see the entirety of Hinata’s expression, even though he needs to. Something claws at the inside of his chest, begging to be freed, so he can see Hinata clearly. See the way his eyes widen or narrow, and how his mouth presses into a firm line or smiles. It’s torturous not seeing those things.

“I can’t tell you,” Hinata finally says after a minute. “I want to, but I can’t.”

“Are you dating her?” Y/N asks as panic creeps up his throat, beginning to come out. “Is it a secret relationship type of thing?”

Hinata looks at him again, and his expression is so unreadable that Y/N forgets for a moment who the boy in front of him is. “No, I’m not dating him. I’m just… I’m just not ready to tell you yet.”

Him.

The word dangles hope in front of Y/N’s face. It also makes his stomach churn with nervousness, because he wants to be who Hinata is talking about. He wants it so bad that the idea of it not being him leaves a bitter taste in his mouth he needs to wash out.

“Oh,” Y/N says before slowly nodding. “Okay.” He pauses. “You know I don’t judge you or anything, right? It’d be a little messed up if I did.”

“It would?” Hinata asks, and they’re standing in the street again. There’s no longer the threat of their teams finding them since they’re too far away for that. Y/N could confess right now without that fear, but there’s more to fear than just the consequences of people finding out his feelings.

“Yeah, since I like guys too.”

It’s quiet for a minute, the breeze making Hinata’s hair sway a little. Y/N shouldn’t be worried, because Hinata just confessed the same thing, but he can’t stop it. His nerves cause his skin to tingle, similar to right before big games. He’s always felt it’s silly to get nervous before games, because it should just be a representative of what you’ve been working on all these months—years. However, he’s never been immune to feelings, just like right now.

“Really?” Hinata asks, and Y/N nods without saying anything else. “So, all of your crushes have been guys?”

Y/N shakes his head. “Not all of them.”

It’s hard to navigate what he’s meant to say right now, because he’s never been open like this. Seiji knowing he likes guys happened because Y/N found Seiji holding the boys’ basketball captain one afternoon. The confession came out once Seiji’s boyfriend left them alone, and then Y/N ended up crying and apologizing. Not his strongest moment, but he doesn’t consider it his weakest either.

Hinata nods a little before gripping the handlebars of his bike. “Let’s get going. Don’t want to miss out on dinner,” he says, and there’s a brightness in his voice that doesn’t entirely reach his eyes.

Y/N nods, though. He doesn’t push, but the desire to only grows. Hinata fills the rest of the way with chatter about school and practice while Y/N asks questions just to hear him talk more.

“Are you here for me to tutor you or to stare longingly?” Kumiko asks, and Y/N blinks as he looks at her.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he says, even though it’s definitely a lie. It’s been hard not looking for Hinata since he walked Y/N home the other night. He may hate lying, but it’s Kumiko, and it’s not too deep.

She gives him an unimpressed look. “So you’re denying that you’ve been giving Hinata-san heart eyes the last three days?”

Y/N rolls his eyes, but the back of his neck heats up. “I’ve not been doing that.” After a moment of silence, Kumiko just staring at him, he speaks quietly, “It’s not that noticeable, right?”

“It’s not,” Kumiko reassures him, which makes it easier to breathe. “But you’re slowly just becoming more and more obvious about it. Keep it up, and he’ll know by the end of the week.”

He looks away from her but stops himself from looking at Hinata, who is wearing a hoodie today. It’s unfair that Hinata looks so cute and Y/N can’t do anything about it but stare helplessly. He considers his staring helpless, because it’s how he feels. He feels helpless to this feeling bubbling up in his stomach, wanting to come out of his throat as word vomit.

“Would you believe me if I told you I’m trying to not be obvious?” he asks, and she hums slightly.

“Yeah, but only because I know you, and this is not your style,” she says, and he looks at her with a tilt of his head. “If you’re about to ask me what I mean, then I mean you’re just direct. You don’t like beating around the bush, even though you do it sometimes, and you don’t like being in conversations that last longer than they’re meant to. It’s why I figured out you like him.”

Y/N stares at her, lips parted slightly. “Oh.”

Kumiko rests her cheek against her palm. “There’s nothing wrong with that. It’s okay to know who you are and what you want, but it’s also okay not to know.” She pauses. “You’re just in that weird in-between stage right now.”

“And how do I get out of it?”

She shrugs. “I guess either confess or get over it? I don’t know. I’ve never had a crush before. That’s what they do in shoujo manga at least.”

Y/N rolls his eyes, slight annoyance flaring up in his chest. “Very helpful.”

“Hey,” she says, not loud by any means, but louder than she’d been speaking. Thankfully, no one looks their way as she pushes his shoulder slightly, her hair moving with the motion and getting into her face. “You’re the one who came to me.”

“Uh, no,” he says flatly. “You kept asking me, and—”

“I only asked once!”

“Not true! You tried to ask me this morning during practice when I was barely even—”

“No, you’re just lying now!”

“Everything okay, L/N-kun? Kumiko-chan?” Hinata says, and they both look at him. He’s next to their desks, and several people are looking at them now.

Y/N and Kumiko share a look as Y/N nods. “Yeah, doing great,” Y/N says, awkwardness poking at his skin like a knife. “Sorry, we didn’t realize we were getting loud.”

“Yeah,” Kumiko quickly says. “Just caught up in the moment.”

Hinata smiles, and it’s genuine. It’s not awkward or hesitant, and it helps the tension in Y/N’s shoulders seep away a little. The pressure no longer making it impossible to breathe.

“It’s okay,” Hinata says, still smiling and only looking at Y/N. “I was really just coming over here to ask if L/N-kun wanted to walk home together.”

Y/N’s eyes widen slightly before he nods. “Yeah—yeah! That sounds great. Want to meet at the gate?”

Hinata nods. “Yeah, sounds great.” He pauses, just looking at Y/N, before pointing over his shoulder at Yachi. “I’m gonna go back over there to finish tutoring.”

“Okay,” Y/N says, unsure of what else to say. “I’ll just stay here.”

Hinata giggles a little, and Y/N nearly grabs at his chest because of it. He doesn’t know how much of having a crush he can stand, especially when he’s acting like this. It’s not realistic to function like this, because how is he meant to focus on anything with Hinata in front of him?

Y/N watches Hinata walk across the room before he slowly looks at Kumiko, who has a pitying look on her face. He wishes she could just pretend to be blind when he embarrasses himself. It would make everything easier.

His face is already warm, but his cheeks burn. “Just help me with math,” he mumbles.

Kumiko bites her lip, clearly holding back her laughter. “Of course.”

Hinata is not waiting at the gate but instead, is walking toward the baseball field as practice gets out. He doesn’t have his bike, meaning he wasn’t waiting before coming, which is good. Practice went a little longer than usual, and Y/N hadn’t even thought about Hinata needing to wait.

“L/N!” Hinata says, and Y/N smiles at him, making it easier to feel some of the dirt on his face. He doesn’t always get covered in dirt during practice, but today was different.

“Hinata-kun,” Y/N says as he jogs over to him. “I thought we were meeting at the front gate?”

Hinata nods. “Yeah, but I just wanted to see you sooner.” He pauses, timid. “Is that okay?”

“Yeah!” Y/N blurts. “Of course! It’s just that walking over here is out of your way.”

“It’s okay.” Hinata’s smile is bright. “Doesn’t bother me.”

Y/N’s face feels hot, no longer from overworking himself at practice. Hopefully, he can get away with the idea of it being because of practice. He doesn’t need to experience any more embarrassment than he already has. Lunch was bad enough.

“Just give me a minute to change and everything,” Y/N says, and Hinata simply nods. “I’ll be super quick.”

“Okay,” Hinata says, still smiling. “I’ll wait near your clubroom?”

Y/N nods. “Yeah, great. Sounds great.”

They walk that way together, and Y/N’s teammates keep giving them looks, but they’re not saying anything. Y/N prays they continue to not say anything, because he can’t deal with that right now. He’s too tired and nervous to even start trying to talk about it. Although, if someone says something, he imagines Seiji will shut it down.

Hinata stops a little way from the clubroom, and Kumiko is instantly at Y/N’s side. “Why is he here?”

Here as in walking with Y/N away from the front gate instead of waiting there.

Y/N looks at her with slightly wide eyes and a frantic voice. “I don’t know. Like he just showed up, and I wasn’t prepared for him to just show up. I know practice ran a couple minutes late, but I didn’t think it ran that late.”

“You’re right, 10 minutes isn’t that bad,” she says, and he nods. “Maybe he hadn’t planned on ever actually meeting at the entrance? Maybe he just said that?”

“But why?”

Kumiko simply shrugs, which is incredibly unhelpful. She’s meant to be somewhat helpful right now. Not that she’s been super helpful this entire time.

Y/N shakes his head. “It doesn’t matter. I need to get cleaned up fast, so he doesn’t wait too long.”

She laughs slightly. “Alright. You do that.”

Thankfully, no one says anything. It makes it easier to be quick, but he wishes he was quicker when he sees someone talking to Hinata.

Akira.

An unfamiliar feeling bubbles in Y/N’s stomach at the sight. It’s a mutual feeling of dislike that Y/N experiences with Akira. It started at the beginning of the year when Y/N took Akira’s spot, so Akira started trying to sabotage him to get his spot back. The issue is that it’s impossible to get a third year in trouble when you’re just a second year. Sure, Seiji noticed, but their coach doesn’t care.

“So, you’re part of the volleyball team?” Akira asks, and Hinata smiles brightly.

“Yeah! I’m a middle blocker, but I love spiking!” Hinata says, and Akira has the same confused expression that Y/N probably has whenever Hinata talks about volleyball. (However, Hinata doesn’t always understand what Y/N is saying when the discussion of baseball comes up.) “We’re heading to Spring Inter-high in January!”

Akira nods. “We’re going next month.” He has that annoying smirk on his face that Y/N constantly wants to punch off. “First time in a while, thanks to me.”

Hinata’s brows furrow slightly. “But I thought L/N took your spot?” There’s genuine confusion in his voice, and Y/N bites back his laugh. It’s then that Hinata sees Y/N, and he brightens up. “L/N! You’re done!”

Y/N smiles back at him, and that unpleasant feeling in his stomach fades away. “Yeah, sorry for the wait.”

“It’s okay. I was keeping him company,” Akira says, and Hinata’s nose scrunches slightly. Y/N looks back at Hinata.

“Again, sorry for the wait.”

Akira glares at him, and Y/N can hear the beginning of a rant about Y/N being disrespectful on the tip of Akira’s tongue. He loves lecturing Y/N until Y/N is ready to sleep on the ground in front of him.

“It’s alright!” Hinata says, causing both of them to look at him. “Let’s just get going, okay?”

Y/N nods. “Yeah.” He looks at Akira. “Bye, Akira-senpai. See you tomorrow.”

Akira rolls his eyes. “Yeah, see you tomorrow.”

It’s when they’re away from Akira that Hinata looks at Y/N again. “Is he always like that?”

Y/N’s brows furrow as he looks at him. “Like what?”

“You know…” Hinata looks away, suddenly shy. “Full of himself?”

Y/N can’t stop himself from snorting, unable to even try to bite his laughter down. “Yeah, he is, especially when it comes to me.”

“Because you became a starter?” Y/N nods. Hinata looks at the ground. “I don’t get that. Last year Kageyama got the starter spot over Sugawara-senpai—the vice captain—but Sugawara-senpai never got upset with Kageyama. He saw how Kageyama was a good fit, which was more important than him being a starter.”

Y/N sighs. “Yeah, well, not everyone is like that, even though that’d make it all easier.” He shakes his head a little. “It’s fine. I’ve gotten used to it.”

“You shouldn’t have to.” The words are firm. “It’s not right.”

Y/N pauses, nodding a little. “Thank you, Hinata-kun.”

“Hinata.”

“What?”

Hinata’s gaze is intense, warming Y/N’s face even without him looking at him. “You can call me Hinata.”

“Okay,” Y/N says slowly. “Thank you, Hinata.”

Hinata’s smile is so, so bright. “Of course!”

It’s quiet for a minute, but it’s not awkward. It’s calming and makes it easier for Y/N to breathe just a little. They don’t always need to be talking, which is nice since Y/N isn’t always the most talkative. He can talk more than some people, but he’s fine sitting in silence as much as he’s fine with talking.

“Did Akira-senpai talking to me bother you?” Hinata asks, and Y/N nearly stumbles over his feet.

“What?” Y/N chokes out slightly. He hadn’t thought it was obvious, but maybe it’s more that he doesn't like Akira, and Hinata noticed that.

“You just seemed to not like him talking to me,” Hinata said before imitating Y/N’s previous expression. “You looked all grumpy and like you wanted to tear us apart.”

Y/N clears his throat slightly, avoiding looking at Hinata. “I mean, I don’t really like Akira-senpai all that much, which you know.”

“But it was more than that, right?”

Hinata’s voice is cheeky, and Y/N hates it. He hates that he feels like he’s been caught in something he wasn’t prepared for. Maybe Hinata isn’t referencing any kind of romantic feelings. Maybe he’s just teasing him.

“Uh, I don’t know what you mean,” Y/N says, but it’s awkward and unconvincing. He wants to die right now from embarrassment.

“I think you do,” Hinata says, but his confidence isn’t as strong this time. “Or at least that’s what everyone else is saying.”

Y/N looks at him, and Hinata’s gaze is no longer intense. It’s actually no longer on him, burning his skin. He’s staring at the feet as they walk. He doesn’t look discouraged, but he definitely looks nervous.

“I really don’t know what you mean now,” Y/N says, even though he has an inkling. Playing dumb never hurt anyone too much, though.

Hinata looks at him, unsure but determined. “Do you like me, L/N?” He pauses. “You know, do you like, like me?”

Y/N’s heart completely stops. He’s been caught, and he doesn’t want to lie his way out of his one. Not that he really wants to tell the truth, either. He’s confused whether Hinata is being serious in terms of being interested or if he’s about to make fun of Y/N—not that Y/N thinks he’s that kind of person. He’s just worried.

Y/N pulls Hinata off to the side, they’re nearly to the entrance, but they need to have this conversation before they get too far and are stuck walking the same direction the rest of the way. That doesn’t like utter torture that Y/N can’t stand. He just hopes they can remain friends after this.

“Yes, I do,” Y/N starts before taking a deep breath in, looking away from Hinata. “And I understand if you’re not interested—I would never force that on you—I just hope we can stay friends? I’m sorry if I’ve made you uncomfortable at any point as well, because that wasn’t what I was trying to do at all. I’ll even try—”

“I like you too, L/N,” Hinata cuts him off, and Y/N freezes before looking at Hinata with wide eyes.

“You do?”

Hinata nods. “I do, and have for a while, but I couldn’t tell if you liked me, but everyone on the team kept saying you do. Then you said you liked guys, and Noya-senpai told me things he does if he likes someone or things people do to see if someone likes them.”

Y/N blinks. “Today at lunch,” he says slowly. “Was that you trying to see?”

Hinata nods, looking away slightly as his cheeks turn pink. “Yeah, and you were cute! Yachi even said she thought you acted like you like me, so I thought I’d come straight to you after practice.”

“Did you talk to Akira-senpai first?” Y/N asks, and Hinata shakes his head.

“No, he talked to me, but you kinda gave it away when you saw us.”

Y/N slowly nods as he lets a deep breath out, trying to process everything. “So, you like me?”

Hinata looks at him. “Yeah, and you like me.”

“Yeah, I do.” Y/N pauses. “What does this mean?”

“That we like each other?” Hinata asks, and Y/N wonders if that’s stupid for Hinata to say, because it’s not what Y/N meant, but it’s also not false.

“I meant like—are we dating?”

Hinata’s eyes widen comically big, which has Y/N panicking that he said the wrong thing. He doesn’t know if he can survive saying the wrong thing right now. Kumiko will ask him tomorrow what happened, and Y/N will either have to lie his ass off or get harassed by her. He’s unsure which one is worse.

“I mean, we can if you want to,” Hinata says, voice a little softer. “I’d like that.”

Y/N smiles a little. “You do?” Hinata nods. “Me too.”

Hinata’s smile is wide and bright, and Y/N wants to capture it in a photo so he never forgets it. “Really?”

“Yeah, really.”

They’re quiet for a moment, just smiling at each other. It’s cheesy, and Y/N should feel some level of embarrassment from this, but he can’t find it in himself to. He’s too happy to be embarrassed. Way too happy.

“So, we’re boyfriends?” Y/N asks, and Hinata aggressively nods.

“Yeah! Boyfriends!”

When they hear Y/N’s team making their way there, they both hurry to leave through the entrance. Y/N just doesn’t want to deal with stares or questions, and leaving is just the easiest thing to do right now. Once they get far enough away, Hinata’s fingers reach for Y/N’s at their sides, and Y/N makes the final move to hold hands and intertwine fingers.

Tomorrow, when Kumiko asks what happened, he’ll figure out how to subtly drop the fact that Hinata is his boyfriend—that her suffering as he pined was worth it. Right now, though, he focuses on how warm Hinata’s hand is within his own, and how hard his heart beats from excitement.

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Good Omens - January reads part #1- fanfics recs 🤓🩷

Follow along for short summaries each month about the books i read🩷

I only read finished stories and rarely one-shots. You will find no WIPs in here. Also you will only find happy or at least hopeful endings here - i couldn´t handle anything else.

Also i try to find every author here on tumblr to link-to, but sadly some times i am out of luck. If you happen to know them, please tell them, write to me in the comments or DM me and i will update the post!

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Multichapter Fanfics

1] Sky Clear Blue (E) by @klikandtuna

Human Au. It is the year 1804 and Azekiel is running a bookshop, but this folly is about to end, as he is obliged to marry the daughter of a pastor. Meanwhile in the year 2024 Crowley lives in a flat above a deserted shop. He can still read "A.Z. Fell, purveyor of the books" and is fascinated by it. And so sometimes he sneaks down in the empty place, until one day he finds a small handmade angel under the floorboards. And isnt it just a coincidence that Crowley likes to fiddle with a machine for timetravelling? 😉

It doesn't say in the tags but it feels a bit like a Dr. Who Crossover in the first chapters. This is a longfic of 749 pages that will decorate your mind. Brace yourself for some big emotions and quite a stretch of at least umcomfortable feelings and questions. Be brave, you will be rewarded. 🩷 Do make sure you read to the end!

One of the many most touching sentences: " He lives in the lilac wood of his own imagination, and he lives there all alone." 🦄

And incredibly there is also a song to one of the chapters, its a lullaby Azekiel sings for Crowley.

2] The two that got away (T) by @caedmonfaith

Aziraphale is alone at the pub, when a tall lanky ginger walks in - also alone. They start talking and decide to meet again there. But then the world goes crazy and lockdown starts. Years later, Crowley still thinks of the "angel", neither knowing his name, phone number or any further details. When Nina tries to set him up for a blind date, he stubbornly refuses. Good thing, that Nina and Maggie don´t let him get away with it. 😉

A sweet little christmas-story you can read every time of the year. I just love @caedmonfaith, you can seriously read everything from them and will always be in safe hands! 🩷

3] What are you doing on New Years Eve (T) by @thebookshoparoundthecorner

It is 1806, when Crowley and Aziraphale happen to be meet by chance on New Years Eve. The fic takes us through the years and tells about other New Years, including the ones after the end of S2. 🍀

4] Against all expectations (E) by @sixbynine

A/B/O & regency aera: Aziraphale/she/her is an Omega to be presented for marriage, but she has the least interest in finding a husband. So she sneaks away from the ball, but while trying to climb off the balcony, a strange Gentleman and Alpha even helps her to gather her dress and braid her hair.

A tale of unconventional thoughts and gender questioning, that had me googling for victorian paperweights and you"ll never guess why. 🤭

5] The trouble with beeing a demon (E) by @verdantvulpus

This fic is basically the answer to the question: if there are 2 Crowleys and 2 Aziraphales - how many different possibilities are there for them to enjoy themselves in bed (and also other places)? 🌶️🌶️🌶️ Felt Plot : Smut - Ratio = 1 : 9

Lovely quote: " There isn't a me that doesn't love Aziraphale."

6] The Grindr Logo Doesn´t Even have a 'G' in it (E) by @indieninja92

Set after S1, Aziraphale and Crowley are free to explore their friendship - or is it more? In the meantime Aziraphale is stumbling upon a fascinating but anonymous creature on Grindr for having online fun. 🌶️🌶️

I read this fic a while ago and while i was sick now, i listened to it in a great audiobook-adaption from @podfixx! Superhot no matter if you listen or read it, the shower-scene will live in my head rent-free forever.

Oneshots

7] Trust me (T) by @beet-feet

Set after S2, Crowley cant handle his broken heart and seeks a final solution... 😔

Mind the tags, but as always - a hopefull ending.

8] Keepsake (E) by @naromoreau

AU, Crowley is a fairy that likes to tease Aziraphale, who is a centaur. Well, that can't go without punishment any longer ... 🌶🌶🌶

Art by @golswia !

9] Christmas Traditions and all that (T) by @captainblou

Crowley wakes on christmas morning - alone. But only, because Aziraphale has a surprise for him. 🎅😉

Lovely quote: "If Aziraphale wasn't the first thing he'd see, and touch, and smell in the morning, then it wasn't worth waking up at all."

10] Animal Instinct (G) by @captainblou

Crowley returns to the bookshop after a day in hell and desperately needs to unwind. Though this time must have been especially awful, because when the angel returns with tea, Crowley is - gone?

Yes, i have subscribed to this author and so this is why you sometimes get more than 1 rec for her 😁

11] A little help from a fiend (E) by @mimsynims

Human AU - although not really. Aziraphale sumons a demon because he is in need of ... assistance. I can´t tell you more without spoiling it. You´ll never guess what kind of "payment" the demon is willing to accept. 😉 Had me downloading the follow-up multichapter-fic!

12] Submitted for your consideration (E) by @zehwulf

Crowley hires a professional dom - but when he opens the door and takes the other man in, he doubts this will ever work. Well - it will. Better than expected. 😁🌶️

Go ahead - spoil yourself, love yourself - and don´t forget your love for the authors, too! 🤗

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OC Layers Tag Game

Thank you to @nyx-knox and @hellethil for tagging me! I will be answering these as Diana would answer at the start of her longfic. Maybe when I finish the longfic I'll fill out how she'd answer at the end, too!

Edit: @mellybaggins tagged me, too -- thanks, love!

Layer One: The Outside

Name: Diana Kismet

Eye Color: Silvery blue

Hair Style/Color: Diana has bouncy, perpetually messy ginger curls. She doesn't like to tie them up, but she has an impressive collection of scarves she uses to keep those curls out of her face.

Height: 5'5"

Clothing Style: When she isn't wearing blue or silver Selûnite garb, Diana prefers to wear loose peasant blouses decorated with fine embroidery, flowing skirts, and bright, vivid colors.

Best Physical Feature(s): Diana likes her eyes, but most people comment on her hair.

Layer Two: The Inside

Fears: Diana's deepest fear is that she will never be ready to receive whatever mission Selûne has for her -- and will lose Selûne's love because of it.

Guilty Pleasure: Diana enjoys indulging herself in a little shopping spree every once in a while.

Biggest Pet Peeve: Diana can't stand kindness with strings attached. In her mind, that isn't kindness at all.

Ambition for the Future: Diana wants to fulfill Selûne's will -- whatever that might turn out to be.

Layer Three: Thoughts

First Thoughts Waking Up: Diana leaves her window open so she can hear the ocean all the time. So she wakes up to the sound of the waves and the smell of the salt air every morning, and she thinks about how nice and comforting and home that sound and smell is.

What They Think About the Most: Slavery is legal in Athkatla, where Diana is from. A lot of slaves who attempt escape find sanctuary in Moonhall, the temple in which Diana lives and works, and she spends a lot of time talking to them, praying for and with them, and helping them prepare for freedom. Along with Selûne, they're often at the forefront of her mind.

What They Think About Before Bed: Diana prays to Selûne at night when the moon is high, and when she goes to bed, she's often still thinking about whatever or whoever she spent the most time praying about that night.

What They Think Their Best Quality Is: Diana thinks her best quality is her recall. She can remember small things at the drop of a hat, whether that's pieces of doctrinal information or little details about a novice. (Please note this is what Diana thinks, not what I, her creator, think.)

Layer Four: What's Better?

Single or Group Dates?

To be Loved or Respected?

Beauty or Brains?

Dogs or Cats?

Layer Five: Do They...?

Lie: Absolutely not. Diana will get caught in two seconds if she tries. She has no poker face.

Believe in Themselves: Diana finds it easier to believe in herself when someone else expresses their belief in her. Ideally, that someone would be Selûne speaking in a vision, but affirmation from Joanna or Makrina, two of the senior priestesses at Moonhall, is always nice, too.

Believe in Love: Diana believes love in all its forms -- familial, romantic, platonic, whatever -- holds the Material Plane together. (Okay, that might be an exaggeration, but not by much.)

Want Someone: There hasn't been anyone, and Diana is content with her family, both biological and spiritual.

Layer Six: Have They Ever...?

Been on Stage? Does leading Selûnite rites at Moonhall count?

Done Drugs? No.

Changed Who They Were to Fit In? Unfortunately, yes. Diana entered Moonhall as a young girl who had no problem expressing her emotions ... only the clergy at Moonhall taught her that overt emotional displays were not reflective of Selûne. So now, when she feels strong emotions, she tends to pack them in a box so they don't come out and reflect badly on her Lady.

Layer Seven: What's Their...?

Favorite Color(s): The blue-green of the ocean and the color of moonlight.

Favorite Animal: Diana likes starfish. Finding one in a tide pool makes her very happy, but she knows better than to pick it up.

Favorite Book: Gold Amid Dragonfire, a book by the Athkatlan adventurer Donstan.

Favorite Game: Lanceboard! Diana is helping her four-year-old niece learn to play.

Layer Eight: Age

DOB: 20th of Mirtul 1470 DR

How Old Will They Be: 22

Does Age Matter: In most cases, no.

Layer Nine: Finish the Sentences

They love: Selûne, her family, and her congregation.

They feel: Good about how she's spending her time but a bit unfulfilled because she believes wholeheartedly that there is more for her to do.

They hide: Feelings of inadequacy, unworthiness, and fear.

They miss: Her sister Leilani is a sailor and she goes on trips very often. Diana misses her when she's away.

They wish: Selûne has come to Diana in visions before. She wishes Selûne would come to her again and give her some direction.

No-pressure tagging @again-please, @anacdoce, @tynithia, and @astarionsdearanastacia if y'all would like to participate!

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Take a Chance with Me | OP81

oscar piastri x reader (fc: huh yunjin)

— Part 4

Previous Part

Summary: When things aren't going well, Y/N takes a break for a while and redirects her focus to other things, spending more time with Oscar and her friends. Y/N's friends and Oscar consistently support her, ensuring Y/N is okay, even though she often insists she's fine. Disclamer: This is a story created for fun without any hate towards anyone. This work exists in a realm separate from the original canon. Characters may be divergent from their established personas. So, just enjoy the rollercoaster ride.

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landonorris are u proposing mate? oscarpiastri yeah mate, proposing to decide who pays the bill

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yourbff Through thick and thin, we've been laughing side by side for ten fantastic years. Wishing you endless happiness❤️

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user friendship goalsss

user they are so PRETTYYYY

user both of you are not only stunning but also funny😂

oscarpiastri reserving my spot for the next decade😁

yourbff you're claiming to be one of my best friend spot now? i'll ask y/n first for the approval

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lilymhe nature therapy🍃💖

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user lily with y/n?????

user lol y/n just casually third-wheeling Lily and Alex😂

user mother, father and their daughter

user isn't y/n outfit too fancy for hiking??😂

lilymhe she thought we were just joking about going hiking😭

alexalbon y/n seemed a bit lost without oscar

oscarpiastri well, she loves being a dork

user MOTHER SLAYING AS USUAL😍

user Y/N is literally everywhere but not on her own Instagram :(

user yeah but we love seeing how people around her being so supportive

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f1updates oscar was seen at a karting track with the young karteers yesterday

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user finally we got new pics of oscar!!

user it's cute seeing the interaction between the kids and oscar

user AH OSCAR I MISS U POOKIE

user this is so lovely<3

user no y/n?

user i guess y/n isn't kind of wags who sticks to her partner all the time🤷‍♀️

user agreed, i've seen her at races only a few times

user when she doesn't need him anymore, she throws him under the bus

user lol wdym she just know what she should prioritize. Even oscar himself said she has her own life

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f1wags After a brief hiatus from social media, y/n makes a cameo on her friend's IG Live today! In today's live, she spilled the beans on some questions about her christmas holiday in Australia and the short getaway in Japan with Oscar. She couldn't help but gush about the incredible experience—her first time in Australia. Oscar played the perfect tour guide, showing her around his hometown and introducing her to his family. He also told us about their short getaway in Japan. Y/N explained that they haven't seen each other for more than two weeks as Oscar is already back to work—busy with meetings, simulator sessions, and prepping for the upcoming F1 season at the McLaren Technology Centre, and she have to return to her work and projects too.

And can we just say, we're glad the couple is still in good terms after the recent not-so-great rumors?

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user OMG, missed seeing you around, Y/N!

user she's talking about christmas in australia and their japan getaway? I need all the details!!

user she said they went to kyoto, disneyland, tried some street foods and traditional tea ceremony🥺

user i'm so happy y/n and oscar are still going strong and just ignore the haters and rumour

user their holiday stories are giving me major FOMO

user you radiate beauty and glow when you are unproblematic<3

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yourusername in 2023, my journey went from ginger to black, mirroring the different stages of my life. It's like a colorful map of my growth and transformation, representing the beautiful journey i've had. Grateful for the lessons, the love, and the incredible people i met along the way❤️

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yourbff always proud of you!!❤️

user you're the sweetest, y/n! please always be happy❤️

landonorris what's wrong with the last photo?

yourusername my reaction when u got pole in Brazil

landonorris really?

yourusername whatever makes u happy🤗

user wish you nothing but the best, y/n❤️

user caption on point💯

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yourusername same with me again next year?

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yourusername DON'T GIVE HIM IDEA

oscarpiastri i'll take that as reference thankyou😁

user adopt me

user the second pic is adorable😭

user this is the cutest photodump ever omfg

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yourusername love u mother, xo

oscarpiastri ready for another journey with me?

yourusername 💑💯

notes: honestly, i really want to put some conflict but i dunnoooo i can't bring myself to do it because i love them so much<///3 i dont want to mess with their lovey-dovey bickering dynamic:((( Maybe in the next part, I'll toss in some drama to keep things interesting hahaha lol. Thankyou for reading this chapter and hope u like it. Anyways, what do you think so far? Share your thoughts and let's have a chitchat with me<3

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[steddieas-shegoes]

teach me your kingly ways

for @steddieholidaydrabbles prompt 'platonic stobin' rated m wc: 652 cw: referenced sexual activities tags: established steddie, awkward robin, buckingham

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"You can't be seriously telling me that if I just walk up to her and ask her out that will work," Robin let her face fall into her hands.

"That's exactly what I'm telling you," Steve said. "It worked on him."

Steve gestured over to where Eddie was nodding along to something Chrissy was saying to him, fond smile on his face.

"That doesn't count!"

"Are you trying to say Eddie's easy?" Steve folded his arms across his chest. "Because it took me another six weeks just to get his shirt off."

"I'm saying he was already in love with you when you asked so obviously he was gonna say yes!" Robin started throwing her arms around as she ranted, forgetting that the object of her desires was standing not too far away. "Chrissy hasn't given me any sign that she likes me and she probably doesn't because I've been throwing signals left and right. I can only tell a girl she looks beautiful so many times before it becomes creepy, dingus!"

"Robs, does she know you're into women?" Steve sighed, starting to get frustrated with Robin's inability to make a move. "Or does she think you're just being a good friend?"

"I can't just tell her I'm into women! Then she'll know."

Steve threw his arms up.

"I hate to break it to you, but if you ever want to touch her boobies, you're definitely gonna have to tell her you like women. Or at least make sure she knows it's not platonic booby touching."

"Please stop saying boobies."

"If you ask her out, I'll stop," Steve smirked, nudging Robin's arm. "I might even offer to go on a double date so it's less awkward for you. Ease you into things."

"Oh, how chivalrous," Robin rolled her eyes. "That doesn't help me, Steve. I'd just be worried that you and Eddie would be so in love and Chrissy would expect me to be smooth or something and I'm not-"

"Hey Robbie," Chrissy was suddenly standing in front of them, beaming at Robin. "Eddie said something you needed to ask me before I head out?"

Steve's head shot over to Eddie, who gave a finger wave and then turned towards the kitchen like he hadn't just made bigger moves than Robin and Steve combined.

"Oh, did he?" Robin chuckled nervously. "I-"

"Oh yeah! The thing!" Steve smacked his own forehead. "Remember? You were gonna ask her to go to that place with you?"

Robin looked like she was about to kill him or pass out, in that order.

"Right, the place."

"What place?" Chrissy looked excited.

Steve threw Robin a thumbs up as he backed away.

"Oh, um, you know that new restaurant downtown? They have these fusion salads that sounded like the ones you make at home and figured maybe you'd wanna go? With me? Sometime?"

It wasn't the best, but it wasn't the worst.

Steve nodded in encouragement as Robin looked at him.

"I didn't know they opened already! I saw they have this plum salad with a ginger vinaigrette, and it sounds so good. I'd love to go!"

"Um, awesome!" Robin stood up straighter. "And it's okay that it's...just us?"

Chrissy leaned in and whispered something in Robin's ear, leaving her face bright red when she pulled away.

"Bye guys!" Chrissy turned and yelled to Steve and Eddie, who was standing beside him watching.

"Why does Robin look like she's gonna black out?" Steve asked Eddie.

"Probably because Chrissy just told her they could hang out at her place after."

"So you've been working that angle this whole time," Steve leaned his head on Eddie's shoulder. "Impressive."

"You should go check on her, she looks pale."

"She's in shock, she just needs a minute."

"Steve!"

"Be right there!" Steve turned to give Eddie a quick kiss on the lips. "Love you, you meddler."

"I come by it honestly, sweetheart."

[fairytales-and-folklore]

Gingersnaps

Bridgerton » Polin

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Title: Gingersnaps

Author: fairytalesandfolklore

Fandom: Bridgerton (Masterlist)

Relationship: Colin Bridgerton x Penelope Featherington

AO3 Rating: Teen & Up (a complete collection of author's notes, inspiration credits, content warnings and tags can be found on AO3)

Summary: After years of friendship, Colin finally realizes that he's in love with Penelope. Now all he has to do is work up the nerve to ask her to be his wife, but with the way things are going, his meddlesome matchmaking siblings might reveal his feelings before he gets the chance.

The first time Penelope arrives to join them for tea, Colin nearly drops his saucer (say nothing of his jaw) at the sight of her, for she's the very picture of a rose in full bloom, swathed in deep red silk, fire-kissed hair curling around her shoulders like candlelight. He doesn't realize he's been shamelessly staring until Anthony calls him out on it, fixing him with a look that's equal parts vexed and amused, and asks, "Are you ill, brother? Only you seem a bit flushed and out of breath." "Colin does seem rather thirsty," Benedict observes. "Perhaps he would like a tall refreshing glass of ginger lemonade." Without waiting for a reply, Benedict grabs a glass off of one of the nearby trays, places it in Colin's hand, and purposely waits for him to take a large sip before adding, "Ginger is, after all, Colin's favorite flavor…in all things." Colin chokes on his lemonade.

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It takes the third-born Bridgerton rather longer than he would care to admit to realize he's fallen in love with Penelope Featherington, but when he finally does, the intensity of his feelings hits him like a prize-winning racehorse. 

It's so obvious, so clear to him that none who walk this earth shall ever be more perfectly suited for him, that Colin must admonish himself for taking so long to figure it out, wasting all those precious years they could have spent together. 

In truth, it makes him feel rather stupid. Silver-tongued as a serpent, yet thick as a pine tree, his sister Eloise would affectionately tease him, and now he finally understands why. It makes him wonder just how long she (and likely the rest of his siblings) knew of his affections before he did. 

But there's no sense in dwelling on the past, for now that this grand epiphany had befallen him, Colin was a man possessed; there was nothing else for it but to blaze ahead and do all that he could to woo his intended until she agreed to be his wife. 

The only question was…how? Boundless though his wit was when it came to charming members of the ton (and indeed, the hard-won locals he'd effortlessly befriended in his travels) when it came to Penelope Featherington, Colin often found himself at a loss for words, silver tongue little more than gilded fool's gold.

Luckily (or unluckily, depending on which side of the coin one preferred to gamble with) his meddlesome brothers and sisters had taken it upon themselves to play matchmaker, taking their teasing to new heights with wordplay warfare, peppering hints at Colin's affections into the conversation at an alarmingly obvious rate, so that Penelope would either have to be willfully ignorant or a complete fool not to notice (and she was most certainly anything but foolish.)

Colin supposes he should have realized that his entire family had sussed out his intentions when his mother began inviting Penelope to their weekly family tea time, brushing it off when he'd asked why (in equal parts apprehension and delight) with a sly smile and a breathless, "Well, she's been like a sister to Eloise all these years, she's practically family by now, and did you know…" and then she's off, listing Penelope's various accomplishments like she would any potential suitor she's eager to marry off to one of her children. (Not that Colin minds, of course, happy to have an excuse to see Pen on a regular basis. It's the one time he's actually thankful for his mother's marriage-minded meddling.)

Though if they could all just keep their noses out of his business long enough for Colin to work up the nerve to tell her himself, that would be splendid. Alas, Colin isn't fool enough to delude himself into believing in miracles. So he endures their (oftentimes blush-inducing) tampering, attempting to make the best of it whenever he sees an opening.

It starts, as most fairy tales do, with a beautiful girl in a very pretty dress. 

The first time Penelope arrives to join them for tea, Colin nearly drops his saucer (say nothing of his jaw) at the sight of her, for she's the very picture of a rose in full bloom, swathed in deep red silk with a delicate lace overlay, fire-kissed hair loose and flowing, curling around her shoulders like candlelight. 

He's never seen her in red before, nor any color quite so rich and regal, so used to the garish citrus hues her mother would always force her and her sisters to don at parties. To say that it takes him by surprise is an understatement. He'd thought her beautiful before, certainly, but never had he seen her look so radiant, seeming to exude self-confidence in a way she never had in all the years he'd known her.

He doesn't realize he's been shamelessly staring at her for a good portion of the afternoon until Anthony calls him out on it, fixing him with a look that's equal parts vexed and amused, and asks, "Are you ill, brother? Only you seem a bit flushed and out of breath."

Colin shakes himself out of his reverie and opens his mouth to reply, hoping the right words for a believable excuse will come to him, when to his horror, Benedict clears his throat, a downright impish shit-eating grin plastered across his face as he glances back and forth between Colin and Penelope.

"Colin does seem rather thirsty," Benedict observes in a tone positively dripping with poorly feigned innocence. "Perhaps he would like a tall refreshing glass of ginger lemonade." He makes sure to put special emphasis on the word ginger.

Without waiting for a reply, Benedict reaches forward and grabs a glass off of one of the nearby tea trays, places it in Colin's hand, and purposely waits for him to take a large sip before adding, "Ginger is, after all, Colin's favorite flavor…in all things."

Colin chokes on his lemonade.

In an effort to be supportive (and, it would seem, entirely unaware of the lewd innuendo) Penelope chimes in, "I have heard that ginger has marvelous benefits for one's health."

"Yes," Colin agrees, leaning over into the space between them to snag a gingersnap biscuit from the tray beside her. "I believe I should like a daily dose of ginger." His eyes trail slowly to meet hers, and the intensity of his gaze makes Penelope's cheeks flush redder than a ripe tomato. "A lifetime supply, in fact."

• • •

To Colin's horror and amusement (because really, he can't blame them, for he knows he would do the very same to them without question were they in his position) this little scheme of theirs continues on as the weeks pass. Ginger puns. Pen puns. Feather puns. Any and all innuendos related to Penelope to tease Colin about his affections for her, talking in code right in front of her while she remains, it would seem, blissfully unaware of their intentions.

"I rather think Colin's favorite color changes by the day," Daphne remarks one afternoon in late spring after Penelope has posed the question. "Last Tuesday it was lilac, and today it is most assuredly the pale blue of a summer's sky." 

"Funny how his favorite color always seems to coincide with the exact shade of Penelope's frock whenever she comes to visit with us," Eloise observes in an innocuous undertone, disguising an unmistakable smirk behind a large sip of tea while Colin splutters and turns crimson.

"Oh yes, Colin adores writing," Hyacinth proclaims on a sunny afternoon in early summer, while the whole family is gathered around discussing Lady Whistledown's recent column, reigniting the age-old question: Who Is Lady Whistledown? after Benedict jests that it could very well be Colin. "I always see him scribbling away in that journal of his."

Just then, a smirk worthy of a cheshire cat spreads across Hyacinth's face as she leans toward Penelope, and adds, "He has this one pen he is rather fond of. Wouldn't dream of writing with anything else. Colin, you know that pen you love, the one with the bright red feather?"

Colin glares daggers at his youngest sibling, whose smile merely grows wider as she picks up her saucer and innocently sips away at her tea.

Penelope, bless her, has not caught on to this very obvious slip of the tongue, and comments, "Oh, well that is something. It's not often you find quills with red feathers. Must have been a rare find."

"Quite a rare bird indeed," Colin agrees in a soft undertone, sighing as Penelope flashes him one of her dazzling smiles.

• • •

One day in early autumn, Penelope hears from Eloise that Colin has fallen ill, and so, first ensuring that her mother is well out of the way visiting with Philippa for the day and will not be around to pass judgment, Penelope sneaks into the kitchen and asks to shadow the baker to learn how to make gingersnaps, keen to take a plate over to Colin. 

Curiously, when she arrives, Colin answers the door looking the very picture of health, though a steady blush blossoms in the hollows of his cheeks the longer he stands in the doorframe, staring at her in (what she hopes is pleasant) surprise.

"Pen?" he says, looking rather adorably like a fawn stepping into the sunlight for the first time. "What are you doing here?"

"I—" Penelope falters, now reflecting that it must look quite ill-mannered of her, showing up on his doorstep without first calling, especially while he's indisposed. 

Ah, well. She's already here. No sense in admonishing herself for trying to do a nice thing. 

"I heard you were ill, so I thought I would come by and bring you something to help lift your spirits," she explains.

"You heard I was— oh no." Colin groans as he recounts a memory from just the other day wherein Benedict and Eloise teased him for being lovesick.

"My apologies, Pen," Colin says, praying for a swift cold breeze to come and soothe the burn of embarrassment heating his cheeks. "My dear siblings seem to have played a prank on you."

"Oh," Penelope breathes softly, tentative smile slipping from her features. Colin's heart breaks at the sight of it. "Perhaps I should go—"

"No!" Colin all but shouts, then quickly recomposes himself. "No, I mean…please do come in. You've traveled all this way."

Penelope would hardly consider visiting her neighbors traveling all this way but she accepts his invitation regardless.

He leads her through the parlor, up the stairs and into a cozy sitting room where he'd clearly been reading just a few moments before. Leather-bound books, journals, and loose-leaf papers sprawl the length of a wooden desk in the far corner of the room, the open window making the edges of them flutter as they're caught in a balmy breeze. Colin directs her toward a plush loveseat underneath the window and sits down beside her, only just noticing that she's carrying a little tin under her arm.

"What's that you've got there, Pen?" he asks, eyeing the tin with interest, though trying not to get his hopes up. His mother has got them stashed all over the house, and more than once Colin has mistaken them for sweets, only to be disappointed when he opens them up to find a stash of needlework supplies inside.

"Oh!" Penelope exclaims, reminded of the very reason she'd come over in the first place, and pries open the little tin to reveal a generous assortment of freshly baked, positively heavenly smelling biscuits. "They're gingersnaps. Baked them myself — I thought it would add a personal touch. Ginger is your favorite, is it not?"

"Indeed it is," Colin replies in a suggestive tone, voice deep and rough with want, gaze raking hungrily over her figure. Penelope's tongue darts out to lick her lower lip, pupils growing wide as she stares into Colin's eyes. For a moment, he finds himself leaning forward, lips pursed, eyes fluttering closed, before he thinks better of it, and shakes himself out of his impulsive thoughts. He cannot kiss her without absolute confirmation that she feels the same, and right now, all he has is hope and an inkling.

In an effort to satiate a different kind of hunger, Colin takes one of the offered biscuits and shoves it none too gracefully into his mouth. A burst of flavor dances across his tongue like the coziest parts of autumn and winter all wrapped up in a single bite.

"Good gracious, Pen," he moans, and a rush of heat paints Penelope's cheeks the color of her carnation dress. "These are delicious. You said you baked these yourself? Amazing. Are there any other hidden talents I should know about?"

Just one, Penelope thinks slyly. But that's a secret she'll never reveal. She glances back up to find him staring at her — looking, if she didn't know any better, awestruck. Pink tinges the hollows of his cheeks and the tips of his ears, and Penelope wonders if perhaps Colin has caught some sort of fever.

"Colin, are you quite alright?" she asks, brow furrowed in concern. "Only you look a bit flushed."

"Oh, I—" Colin flounders, breaking his gaze to cast around for an excuse. "It must be the summer heat."

"It is September," Penelope informs him.

"Well, you know, the heat, it…it lingers," Colin says in a poor attempt at course-correction.

"So you are not unwell, then?" Penelope persists, not quite sure she believes him.

Colin sighs. He doesn't know why he keeps doing this, coming up with flimsy excuses to explain away his feelings, when all he wants is to shout it from the rooftops for all of the ton to hear. Perhaps he's afraid of rejection, coming from his dearest friend who's known him since they were both barely out of leading strings. (Perhaps he's been making excuses and denying his feelings for far longer than he realized.) 

But would the sting of Penelope's spurn truly be worse than the agony he feels already, loving her from afar but never being able to say the words aloud? Or worse, waiting too long only to risk the possibility of losing her to someone more worthy of her hand?

Colin steels himself, summoning the courage to take that final leap and tell her. He's been waiting all season for the opportune moment, and now that they're alone together without his nosy siblings and mother hovering about, well…it isn't exactly the perfect moment, but it's likely better than he's bound to get.

"I— yes, as a matter of fact, I am sick," Colin confesses on a shaky exhale. "Lovesick, as it very much were."

"Oh." Penelope's features crumble into something he's seen so many times over the years but always failed to recognize — the same way she'd looked every time he'd ever been thoughtless enough to joke with her about which pretty young debutante she thought he should dance with next. In one word: heartbroken. She recovers quickly, seamlessly, like it's a practiced artform, painting on a smile he'd never been able to see through until this very moment.

"Oh, well that's…" she trails off, an unmistakable quiver to the tone she tries so hard to keep steady. "Wonderful. It's just wonderful. I'm so happy for you, Colin. What's her name, this mystery woman you met in your travels?"

And suddenly it all clicks together: she thinks he's fallen in love with someone else. What an utterly ridiculous notion.

"Met in my travels— Pen, I'm talking about you," Colin exclaims, equal parts exasperated and amused. He doesn't mean to grin like an idiot in a moment where she's clearly in distress, but the fact that she's so upset by the idea of him loving someone else can only mean one thing…

"What?" Penelope blinks in surprise, forgetting all propriety. The tin of gingersnaps slips from her grasp, but Colin is quick to collect it and place it carefully on the coffee table, a rush of heat sparking through him as their fingertips brush.

"I would've thought it obvious," he chuckles, unable to fight back the smile spilling across his lips in earnest now. "Given all the unsubtle hints my meddlesome siblings have been dropping all season, but here we are."

"Colin," Penelope says softly, and Colin's heart sings at the dulcet sound of his name on her lips. "I don't underst—"

"I love you," Colin confesses in a breathless rush, turning bodily toward her, eyes bright with determination. "I have been trying, for months now, to work up the nerve to tell you, to ask you to be my— well, I haven't yet found the perfect ring, nor concocted the perfect circumstances under which to ask you. After all, a woman like you deserves a grand gesture, and I—"

"Yes."

Colin falters, blinking in surprise. "Pardon?"

"Yes, of course I will marry you," Penelope says, a broad smile, caught somewhere between delight and disbelief, spreading across her lips.

"You will?" Colin asks, elation roaring to life inside him like a wildfire, only to be extinguished by a sudden downpour of self-doubt. "Not…not out of pity, I hope?"

Pen is, after all, the sweetest person he has ever known, and Colin would hate to see her settle for him simply because she's too kind to break his heart. But Penelope merely shakes her head, tentatively reaching forward to place a hand on top of his, and fixes him with that special smile of hers that never fails to make him feel like he hung the stars.

"Colin, you are all I have ever wanted," she says, giving his hand an affectionate squeeze to emphasize her conviction. "All these years, I never once thought you would ever return my affections."

And, that's…well, quite frankly, that's just about the most marvelous thing Colin has ever— hang on.

"Years?" Colin repeats, positively dumbfounded. "You have loved me for years?"

"Wasn't it obvious?" Penelope raises her eyebrows in surprise, and then it's all she can do not to laugh, the realization that Colin has been oblivious this entire time, weighed against the assumption that he knew and simply did not return her affections, is like a balm taking the sting out of years' worth of heartache.

Colin blinks a few times, allowing a moment for his brain to finish processing this incredible revelation.

"Do you mean to tell me," he says in the same tone one would use when speaking of senseless tragedy, "that all this time, we could have been together, but both of us were too steeped in our own self-doubt to realize each other's feelings?"

Colin exhales on a long-suffering sigh, shaking his head in fond amusement. 

"We do make quite a pair, don't we?" he says, reaching out to take Penelope's hand, and marveling at how perfectly it fits within his own. 

Penelope's answering giggle is better than any aria he could ever hope to hear, and with a smile that could light up the whole of the ton, Colin leans forward to kiss his future wife.

[frodothefair]

Alright, here are my Mundane facts (TM) about everyone's favorite Marshall and King of Rohan, Éomer "I Wanted to Be a POET" Éadig!

Thank you for the tag, @ridingforrohan. Tagging.... anyone who has not been tagged already?

1.) If your character had a go-to coffee order, what would it be? In the context of the setting their story takes place in, do they have a go-to morning drink?

My Éomer is an insomniac, so he avoids anything with caffeine, as it can make the problem worse. In a modern AU, he would probably be an herbal tea man -- nothing fruity, but peppermint, roobois, and ginger/turmeric blends would be his jam. In my version of Rohan, the tradition is to drink tea with lots of milk and sugar, so that would be Éomer's morning pick-me-up. For those in Rohan who avoid caffeine -- because regular tea still has some -- the common go-to is chicory root, which has a dark, earthy taste.

2.) Do they have a hair and skincare routine? If so are they consistent about it?

More often than not, Éomer has bigger fish to fry, so his hygiene routine is fairly minimal. The tradition in Rohan is to bathe twice a week, but compared to Dol Amroth, where water is easier to come by, that's actually not a lot, as Dol Amrotheans bathe nearly daily. As such, Lothíriel is initially put off by Éomer being a little more... fragrant than she is used to, but she doesn't say as much.

At any rate, Éomer is very utilitarian when it comes to hygiene, so his idea of a bath is scrubbing his skin within an inch of its life while sitting in the tub, and washing his hair with the same bar of soap. Once he starts getting, ahem, intimate with Lothíriel, he steps up his routine to bathing daily or nearly daily, but that's about it. He's also never heard of perfume for men, or the fact that you can put anything on your skin besides medicinal salves for wounds, or that you can use hair powder to extend time between washes. Well, I stand corrected -- he's heard of these things, but they feel like the stuff of legend, like hobbits until he meets them.

Also, if his hair gets too long he gets a servant to cut it straight across his shoulders, and he trims his beard and mustache when they get too long. Again, bigger fish to fly.

3.) Does your character have a hobby or pastime?

Ok, so in my headcanon, Éomer famously Wanted To Be A Poet (TM), a concept that has deeper (and hilarious) significance that hearkens back to my own life.

He has scribbled verses since his youth, but sadly, it was made very clear to him that his main priority was to learn how to handle arms and lead other men, so there was little time or encouragement to hone his creative skills.

As a result, since Éomer is unfortunately not an extraordinary, out-of-nowhere raw talent, his early efforts were either unremarkable or overwrought, though he did have a few inspired compositions, such as the poem he recited off-the-cuff at the Battle of Pelennor Fields.

As peace is secured, and things slow down a bit on the home-front, Éomer has more time to devote to his craft, and does eventually achieve success. But early on in his reign, there is a momentous, if heartbreaking moment where he meets Heruwine, the young, breakaway talent at Elfwine's court in Aldburg. He's sitting there listening to Heruwine recite his poetry, and eventually he turns to Lothíriel and says, channelling Zelda in Midnight in Paris:

"You know, my love, I just realized something. I will never write a good line of poetry, and perhaps my talent really does lie in feats of arms, and drinking... Oh, but wait, Heruwine is also an accomplished Rider and can drink with the best of them... BÉMADAMMIT some people really do have it all... I know it isn't right, but I cannot help but hate the man..."

He spends the rest of the evening grumbling darkly, but eventually he befriends Heruwine in hopes of getting some poetic pointers.

[fightingalgth8rs]

Hello, good morning, afternoon, night, depending on your timezone.

I've been watching these creeps for a while now, I even shared it to my ex at the time who is British, he told me they were crazy as hell and that David and Georgia were just having fun and teasing each other, that ingrav woman gets on my nerves, it's like she's never been in a loving relationship ever, especially when you and that person have been married for years.

She doesn't understand how dynamics between pairings work at all and is very hateful and negative towards David & Georgia, especially she is very misogynistic towards Georgia, I don't remember if it was her or one of her pawns but I remember such a disgusting post about Georgia giving birth again, the poster posted in the tags said and I quote: "this b#tch just never stops pu$$y bragging" it made me feel so disgusted, this user said such thing about a mother who just gave birth, it's like their reality breaks when they learn David & Georgia love each other so much and love their family.

It's horrifying to me to witness so much misogyny towards this woman who has never said anything problematic and just loves posting pictures on Instagram about her family, Georgia had her first baby when she was a teen if I recall and was a single mother, I cannot imagine how happy she felt when David accepted her baby and did not ice the baby out or abuse the baby or was creepy towards the baby. I know many single mothers fear this kind of scenario but sadly it still sadly happens.

How can they have no empathy for her, but love putting their insane conspiracy theories, misogyny, etc on display, how can they sleep at night? I know Georgia searches her name sometimes on social media I wonder if she has seen these types of posts degrading and if she has it makes me sad for her, I hope she hasn't.

I saw that post of that user with the Rose Tyler pfp, I immediately got suspicious because for years delusional tenrose fans have been saying they have affairs all the times they meet and even when he first married Georgia, similar to the other creeps, I searched this users posts to see if they were really like those tenrose fans but I didn't see anything but the way this user tags their stuff is very convoluted anyways.

Anyways I hope my massive wall of text didn't bother you, kisses.

With Love, Ginger 🩷

Hi Ginger💖!!! Thank you so much for the ask. I'd been a bit sick since yesterday and added to that the hate-anons keep piling in so reading your ask made me feel a lot better.

You're 10000% right. Most of these haters seem to be the kind of people who don't have any real fulfilling relationships in their own life. I'm no psychology expert but it does begin to seem that they try to compensate for their own bland lives by projecting onto other people, especially famous people. Perhaps it springs from their desire to feel some kind of entitlement over those people's lives when in reality they know nothing about them. Perhaps it makes them feel special. or less lonely. Idk.

like you said the level of misogyny against Georgia is insane and has been so since day one. Sadly most of these creeps who say disgusting sh!t about her are women and it does make me wonder how ingrav and the rest of her cronies would feel like if someone made that kind of remark about them.

They're always trying to undermine the things that Georgia's been through. Being a single mother at such a young age, giving birth when you're a teenage and then raising a child is a terribly hard task for anyone. But instead of acknowledging it, they spew sh!t like "she's a woman of low morals and bad character. Always sleeping around and got knocked up etc etc". They still accuse her of having relationships with her friends behind david's back. And then vilify her for it. Which is funny because at the same time they're actively wanting him to cheat on her with some or other co-star of his.

Funny thing is that Georgia, most probably, knows what these people say and think. I mean some of them even have had the audacity to DM her on insta like that Sabreen lady. I really admire her patience because if someone said stuff like that about me I'd unalive them without a second thought.

Recently I had been getting really tired of this charade and I kinda lowkey wished he'd say something that'd shut up these creeps. And then...... I realised that he has. He does, every day. Like him saying.... everyone who's not my wife turns me off. Or that of all the people in all of history he'd love to have a meal with her and only her. All of this is a big F-U to anyone who thinks they're not in love. Oh but no! When he does say this it's always going to be "she was holding a gun to his head" "he was sitting in a church and she was in the audience so he couldn't say anything else" "she literally branded him" (ew). For the love of god. You're telling me that a man who champions for people's right to be who they are and love who they want to would be scared to come out??? Their explanation: Because it would ruin his career. NO! It didn't ruin Billie Eilish or Chappell Roan or Angelina Jolie's career and they work in Hollywood. Everyone knows that the British industry is very open and kind when it comes to queer artists. I mean it didn't ruin Mark Gattis or Andrew Scott's career did it? Don't fink so.

At this point for the sake of our own sanities I'd recommend block and move on. Some people just don't have it in them to climb out of the gutter of their minds. And there's literally nothing people like me and you can do to change their minds.