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cryboutbueckers · 2 days ago

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𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙖𝙘𝙚.

parings: toxic!paige x reader, cheater!paige x reader, sub!paige x dom!reader.

summary: in which you show paige you done playing with her.

warnings: cursing, smacking, nsfw content, a little bit of angst.

a/n: hey ya’ll i hope you guys like this, this is intended for black readers but anyone can read, lmk how i did!!

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you were absolutely furious with paige, it’s currently 1 in the morning and she’s still not at home, you’ve checked her location and of course it was off. you’ve called, texted her multiple times only to be left on read, or delivered.

paige where u at?

read at 11:59pm.

so u jus gonna leave me on read???

read at 12:02am.

baby come home, please.

read at 12:20am.

paige, please.

read at 12:30am.

bet.

delivered.

you were in disbelief, you constantly begged this woman to do better, it was always a “im sorry baby, ur the only one i want and need.” and you always fell for if, fell for her tricks, and you’re sick of her bullshit. it’s currently 1:20am, your in a robe, a pink bonnet, and your cow slippers paige had bought you for christmas.

you walk downstairs, going to sit down on the couch deciding you were gonna wait for her to come in the house, so she could explain herself, hoping she really wasn’t doing what you think she’s doing, you love paige with all your heart, you two have been together for 2 years, did everything and anything with each other, your in love with paige, you cant help but fall for her silly tricks she plays on you, telling you everything you wanted to hear to get you right back where she wanted you to be.

an hour has passed by, as your on the couch damn near half asleep. you open your eyes looking next to you on the couch as you grab your phone tapping the screen twice so it could come on, it was 2am and she still wasn’t home. you sigh, throwing your phone across the couch in frustration as you sit there, overthinking filling your mind.

20 minutes pass by as your once again half asleep on the couch eyes opening up fully as you hear the front door open, it was her. your pissed, fuming actually, but she just looked so good it was almost hard to be mad at the woman. her dirty blonde hair was sleeked back into a low bun, as she had on a black essentials hoodie with baggy jeans, and jordan retro 5’s. her cologne filled the aroma, with a hint of perfume, your heart dropped.

“and so where the fuck you been at? i know you been seeing me blow your phone up dude.” you say sitting up from the couch, looking right directly at the tall blonde, only for her to walk past you completely ignoring you as she walks towards the stairs. you stomp your way over to her, aggressively turning her towards you. “you don’t hear me talkin to you?? you got some damn nerve coming home at 2am just to ignore me paige.”

the tall woman shrugs, “i been out with kk and the rest of the team, you know this y/n quit bitchin at me.” your heartbeat increases, eyes widening “bitchin? i been blowing your phone up for what 3 hours and get no response and then you have the audacity to walk in here and what ignore me?? u take me for a joke bueckers???”

the blonde tries to keep herself from laughing at the usage of her last name coming from your mouth as she speaks “listen baby ian say tha-“ you cut her off by raising your hand, landing a loud painful slap to her cheek. your so mad the stinging in your hand didn’t really bother you until you realized what you just did, you just put your hands on paige.

you look down at your hands, eyes widening as you look down at the woman who’s now sitting down on one of the steps on the stairs, looking up at you holding her cheek. you felt bad, really bad actually. but you needed to make your point. “you slapped me…” your heart beat increases even more as she finally spoke after what you just did.

“i did..” you look to the side slightly nervous, before looking back down at the blonde. “you can’t take that shit back y/n” she stands up, her figure towering over you, making you take a step back to avoid touching her.

paige was tall, not super tall but she was tall. standing at 6’0, all that tallness containing of pure muscle coming from her, meanwhile you only being 5’4, she definitely felt like she had some authority over you because of how bigger she was compared to you.

“and what makes you think i wanna take that shit back paige? you deserve that slap, for all the dumbass shit you’ve been me through these 2 years paige. TWO FUCKING YEARS PAIGE, you better listen to what the fuck i gotta say to your dumbass, that’s the least you could fucking do.” you shove her causing her to tumble a little back onto the stairs, sitting right back where she was before.

all she could do was stare at you, her face written with a shocked expression, sure you’ve yelled at her before but you never ever put your hands on her, you disrespected her. she couldn’t even fight back or anything but listen to you. “two fucking years paige, TWO LONG ASS YEARS WITH YOU.” your so close to her, spit was getting on her face from you yelling. “two fucking years, of you playing in my face, with the same bitch paige! the bitch not even cute.”

and again, all she could do was stare at you with those blue eyes of hers. your confidence you had made her wet, really wet. normally she was the one yelling at people, getting all in their faces, especially on the court. “are you even fucking hearing what im saying to you?” you look at her breathing hard as your breath hitches at what she says next.

“do somethin about it” what? is she playing? “w-what?” you lean back to take a full look at her. her eyes were signaling you something, she wanted something, you just couldn’t figure it out what it is. “you heard me, do somethin about it since you so mad” you raised your eyebrows as you grinned, all hell was about to break loose, and that’s how yall were here now.

you had her on the bed, her clothes long gone scattered around the room as she laid beneath you vulnerable. her legs were pressed up against her chest, fucking her with your (𝙝𝙚𝙧) purple strap. it had a good length to it, maybe almost to much for paige knowing its been a minute since she’s been like this, but you didn’t care, not at all right now.

her eyes were trying to stay present, threatening to roll back as you touched the most deepest parts in her, giving her no mercy as you pounded into her with every single thing you had left in you.

“p-please baby i cant no more” her hand pressing against your lower stomach trying to pull you out some, scoffing as you slap her hand away from you “you think i care about what u cant take paige? you didn’t care when you was out, ignoring me.” your words bringing back a familiar frustration within you.

all of a sudden, you put her legs on your shoulders thrusting back into her, she moans loudly at the new position, you getting impossibly deeper. she felt like she was about to explode. “m finna cum y/n~ p-please~” she looks up at you with her large blue eyes, her cheeks flushed red & her sleek back bun now messed up.

“you think you deserve to cum paige?, hm?” your hand slips down to rub fast circles on her clit sending her over the edge, toes curling over your shoulders. she lets out a scream/moan from the pleasure as her legs start to shake, you knew she was about to cum.

“and you better hold that shit” you remove the strap from her, replacing them with two of your fingers, curling them up to her special spot. your fingers moved hard against her walls you could hear them.

“ohhh fuckkk i cant i cant~ please ma” tears dropping down her face as she looks up at you, giving you desperate eyes. “you done playing with me?” you continue your brutal pace with your fingers, giving her direct eye contact. she’s to caught up with moaning, her eyes rolled back all the way back to her skull. “i said are you done playing paige” you use your other hand to slap her clit, immediately catching her attention as she twitches beneath you.

“yes m done playing i-i swear baby” she pants up at you. you grin looking down at her for a moment before finally letting her have a release.

“cum”, that was all she needed to hear before letting out a loud pornographic-like moan before squirting all over your fingers. “oh my fuck!”

“yea thats what i thought, dont ever play again.”

a/n: clearly im a beginner don’t judge to hard ya’ll🥲, i got sloppy at the end my bad for thattt, but i hope yall like it for the most part.

#paige bueckers x reader #paige bueckers x black reader #uconn x reader #paige bueckers smut #paige bueckers fic #paige bueckers #paige bueckers x black!reader #sub!paige bueckers x reader

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lanf1an · 3 days ago

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DREAMS lando norris pt.6 When your childhood bestfriend Flo had convinced you to get the fashion design job at her brother's company Quadrant, it finally paid off when Louis Vuitton was announced as the new sponsor for F1.

pt.1 pt.2 pt.3 pt.4 pt.5 wordcount: 1249

You don’t know if it was the fact that you already knew Lando as a kid, or if you were just outright stupid, because it hadn’t really crossed your mind that an F1 racer fucking his stylist, fit the picture perfectly. You didn’t feel like that. He didn’t make you feel like that. Or you were just ignoring it. You had seen photos with other girls sometimes. You didn’t think much of it. But when it started to be the same blonde girl quite often, you actively ignored it.

The tabloid headline came out that morning—Lando pictured walking with the same girl you’d already seen him with a few times in random social media sightings. It wasn’t a big deal before. You knew what this was, what it wasn’t. But the way the headline framed it—Lando Norris and mystery blonde spotted again—F1’s most eligible bachelor off the market?—you couldn’t ignore it anymore.

You shouldn’t care. You don’t care. Or at least that’s what you tell yourself. But still, you find yourself pulling away, responding to his texts slower, keeping things short. Lando’s behavior, however, hadn’t changed one bit. He was still texting you daily. You hadn’t seen him in two weeks after he was in London. You didn’t have work at the previous race weekend. But there was an event tonight, which you were dreading now. Luckily you didn’t have a private fitting.

When you arrived at the event, you spotted Lando almost immediately. He was in the center of it all, drink in hand, laughing at something someone said.

And somehow, as if he could feel you watching, he turned.

His gaze found yours through the crowd, and there it was again—that shift, the unspoken thing that neither of you had addressed. He didn’t look away.

Instead, he smirked.

You tried not to let it affect you. Tried not to let the fact that he abandoned his conversation and started making his way toward you send a thrill through your stomach.

“You look nice,” he said, voice low as he leaned in, just close enough for you to hear over the music, pulling you in a tight hug.

You rolled your eyes, but your pulse betrayed you, skipping slightly. “I styled myself.”

He grinned. “That explains why I like it.”

It was stupid, the way he made you feel—like this was something more than what it was.

Like you weren’t just orbiting each other for the fun of it.

‘’Missed you’’ he added.

But before you could say anything, someone else pulled him back into conversation, and you let yourself disappear into the party again.

Only, it was impossible to ignore him. Every time you glanced his way, he was already looking. Every time he passed by, his hand would brush against your lower back, the touch fleeting but deliberate. Every interaction was like a thread pulling tighter, winding something between you.

But then you saw her.

Blonde, leggy, the kind of girl who fit into his world seamlessly. She leaned in close, laughing at something he said, her fingers grazing his arm.

You told yourself it didn’t matter. That this was the dynamic you had set. But that didn’t mean you had to stay and watch it.

So, you left.

You weren’t dramatic about it. Just slipped out, phone buzzing in your hand a few minutes later.

Lando: Where’d you go? Lando: Come with me. Lando: Or I’ll find you myself.

You hesitated before replying.

You: Already back at my hotel.

You weren’t sure what you expected, but ten minutes later, there was a knock at your door.

And when you opened it, he was standing there, looking like he had run his hands through his hair a few too many times, like he had left the party the second you did.

“You left,” he said.

You crossed your arms, leaning against the doorframe. “Observant.”

His lips quirked, but there was something in his eyes—something not entirely playful. “You didn’t even say goodbye.”

You didn’t answer. You weren’t sure how to.

And maybe he didn’t need you to, because a second later, he was stepping closer, slipping inside, closing the door behind him.

Another beat of silence. Then—

“You’re acting weird.”

That makes you pause. “I’m not.”

“You are,” he counters, voice light but probing. “You’ve been weird all day. Actually… since yesterday. Barely texting. One-word answers. What’s up?”

“Nothing.” You finally turn to face him, leaning against the counter with your arms crossed. “I’m just tired.”

Lando raises an eyebrow, like he doesn’t believe that for a second. “Tired of me?”

“No, Lando. Tired. You know, that thing that happens when you don’t get enough sleep?”

He smirks. “Could’ve just said you missed me.”

You roll your eyes. “Oh my god.”

“See, normally, you’d have a better comeback than that,” he muses, tilting his head. “But you’re just shutting me down. Which means…” He trails off, eyes narrowing slightly as he studies you. “Did I do something?”

You look away. “No.”

“Did Max or Keegan say something dumb?”

“No.”

He squints. “Did you see something?”

Your stomach clenches.

Lando notices. His smirk returns, slower this time, like he’s figuring out a puzzle in real-time.

“Don’t tell me…” He starts, stepping toward you. “You’re jealous?”

You scoff immediately. “I’m not—”

“Hah,” he lets out a laugh, standing right in front of you now. “Oh my god, you are.”

“I’m not.”

“You so are.” His grin widens, like this is the most amusing thing that’s ever happened to him. “Didn’t think you were the jealous type.”

‘’I’m not’’

‘’You’re the one who said this was casual’’ he continued, your eyes widened.

‘’Flo told me’’ he grinned. ‘’Which, by the way—ouch."

You huffed, trying to sidestep him, but he’s faster—grabbing your waist and pulling you toward the couch. You stumble slightly, and before you can protest, he’s already guiding you backward until the back of your knees hit the cushion.

“Lando—”

He doesn’t let you finish. He nudges you down onto your back, climbing over you in one smooth motion. He catches both your wrists in one hand, pinning them above your head against the couch. His other hand settles on your waist, fingers pressing lightly against your skin.

“Say it,” he teases, mouth hovering just above yours. “Say you’re jealous.”

You glare up at him. “I’m not.”

He grins. “Liar.”

Then he dips his head, trailing slow, deliberate kisses down your neck, to your collarbone.

You shift beneath him, but he tightens his grip, keeping you in place. “Relax,” he murmurs, lips brushing against the sensitive skin just above your chest. “No need to be jealous, you know.”

“I’m not,” you insist, voice thinner now.

He chuckles against your skin. “Right.”

His mouth moves lower, pressing soft, lingering kisses down your chest, across your stomach, stopping just at the waistband of your pants. He looks up at you then, eyes dark with amusement—and something else.

“You’re the best fucking stylist, you know that?” he murmurs, fingers toying with the hem of your shirt. “Take such good care of me.”

You swallow hard. “Lando—”

“Hm?”

He kisses just above your belly button, watching your reaction carefully. “Just want to take care of you too,” he murmurs.

Your breath catches. Whatever you were mad about, whatever had been making you pull away—it all feels irrelevant now.

And when he smirks, feeling the tension melt from your body, he knows he’s won.

tl: @freyathehuntress @linnygirl09 @sarx164 @joannaln4 @widow-cevans @444-leqz @laneyspaulding19 @mayax2o07@n3versatisfied @anayaverse @tvdtw4ever

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deeva-arud · 1 day ago

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Deeva Årud - Room Relaxation Voice Lines

Since I don’t really celebrate my birthdays, a relaxed plan like this is more than enough for me.

Summon Line: These moments of peace and quiet feel rewarding after a productive day.

Groooovy!!: Singing to plants helps them grow stronger… or so they say. Well, I guess they can be my secret public.

Home: It’s time to sleep.

Swap looks: …So bright, couldn’t it be cloudy today?

Home idle 1: I don’t usually need thick bedsheets or fabrics to sleep during this cold weather. Wrapping myself in my wings is enough to keep me warm.

Home idle 2: Jack gifted me a pair of hard guards for my ice skates. What a good timing, I’ve been planning on replacing my old ones.

Home idle 3: This cream Vil gave me feels very moisturising and light, he has quite a good eye for these products. Now… Should I go for a natural makeup again?

Home idle – Login: Let’s see… Tomorrow I have a shift at Mostro Lounge after Alchemy class, then I have club activities and then… Ah, it seems my schedule is full again.

Home idle – Groovy: Growing plants in Octavinelle is a hard task not fit for everyone, you have to use a lot of gardening-related spells to keep them alive.

Home tap 1: It’s essential to preen my feathers and apply natural oils to them every day. After all, wings are a vetureyík’s pride.

Home tap 2: The Pop Music Club was planning a surprise party for me, but apparently Kalim forgot I have a sharp hearing. I tried my best to act surprised today, although I fear acting is not my forte.

Home tap 3: I always braid my hair or put it into a messy bun before I go to sleep. Otherwise, it’d be all tangled when I wake up.

Home tap 4: It’s time for my daily violin practice. Maybe I could play a bit of cello after that.

Home tap 5: *phone notification* A goodnight message from Cater and… Oh? *smiles* I see, today’s is a special one.

Home Tap – Groovy: That stare… Let me guess, is it because of these fluffy hairpins or because I don’t normally expose my forehead?

Duo: [DEEVA]: Kalim, thank you for the birthday wishes. [KALIM]: No need to be so serious, Deeva! Now let’s get the party started!

Birthday Login Message: You came here just to wish me a happy birthday? That’s so thoughtful of you, I sincerely appreciate your efforts. And you brought a present as well… In that case, allow me to repay you for your troubles with a free drink. Yes, any drink you want. Don’t worry, I assure you Azul won’t complain about this new special discount.

#I can finally release her bday card into the wild wooo!!#not fully satisfied with some things but hey this will do-#twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland oc #twst oc #deeva twst #my art #if I don't include a Cateeva voiceline in her cards I'll explode

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lbjeff · 2 days ago

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If Tim and Kon’s child has been born in the past, he may be burnt as a witch or warlord. He just special like that

Danny, due to his 1/4 Luthor’s ADN or half of his dad (Tim)’s ADN, he is too smart, cunning, sassy and judging for a child

Right when he was a baby, he didn’t cry, don’t make much noise but show signs that he understood you, sometime even judging. That may be good if he didn’t have such a spooky vibe. He knew how to grab, sit, stand, walk and run pretty early. Even when he was just 5 months old. The only childlike thing of him besides his baby doll size is that he never leaves his dad alone unless they in the same floor.

He didn’t leave Tim even when he patrols. Imagine the unbelievable eyes of heroes and villains witness Red Robin with a masked baby behind his back. No one take it well as first, with heroes: how could you bring the baby to the fight; with villains: are you look down on us?

But after they see how the itty bitty baby partner with his dad: help in tangible, walk through walls, giving the tools and firing a gun at the bad man. He also had super strength that showing when he punched a rogues through the bricks. Some may thinks his abilities is inherent from his dad but he is immune with the “green stones”

Batman and Batfam don’t like about it but Red Robin almost cut all ties with them so they don’t have much to say

Danny even could raise his opinion on the JL’s meeting

All the JL members are talking about the plan, Danny is with Batman after he basically begs to look after his grandson (he needs to test about the baby) but suddenly has emergency meeting so he had to bring Danny alone

GL *saying some not so good if don’t call it dumb plans*: We could do it that way

Danny, who is sittings in a baby chair near Batman, put down his bottle to make a sound, look straight at Hal and raise his eyes brown as: “Are you dumb?”

Everyone keep silent because did they just fell the judgmental eyes from a baby?

Hal *not be so sure and feels uneasy under Danny’s gaze*: Do anyone have some thing else?

Flash *opens his mouth but feels regret immediately when Danny’s eyes move on him*: Well, we could spilt into 2 groups and …

Clark: How about I go first to prying on them?

And Danny’s eyes raise even higher, his hand pick the head of Superman doll, put it out of the table and daring to drop it down. Now Superman is sweeting

Batman: We could do *insert multiple detail plans that work effectively, named from A to Z*

All JL look at Danny and feeling their heart beating again when see him take a Batman doll, hugs it and write a letter T on his drawing book on the table. Then he pick up his bottle to continue his meal.

After the meeting, Tim comes to pick up his son

Tim *hold Danny, talking to Batman*: Thank you to bring Danny to the Tower. You know, he really love the space

Batman: Well, Danny is very helpful today

Danny, with his arms around his Dad’s neck and head on his shoulder, look at other JL’s members, doesn’t blink. He is giving them the Bat’s glare that go straight into their souls

Hal: Superman, are you sure that kid is 1/4 you?

Flash: Yeah, he look like a fully Bat, not even a sign of Supes. His hair and eyes don’t count

Clark: I not so sure now, I didn’t win the co-parenting.

At first he'd been overjoyed that the cloning had worked. Then, as the weeks went by, he realized just how messed up of a thing he had done. Tim still remembered the faces of everyone after he told them. There were mixes of shock, horror and disappointment. He'd been unable to face both Bruce and Clark for a while after that.

Now Tim sat in a rocking chair within the newly decorated nursery. He looked down at the baby in his lap, who returned his gaze with a blank one of his own.

He sighed as he turned to peer out the window. It was a full moon tonight. "They're mad at me, I know," he finally spoke. "I can't really blame them either. It wasn't fair to Conner. To his memory."

Tim turned to look at the baby once more. He stared into the baby's eyes. Those painfully familiar eyes that were at the same time new and foreign.

"It wasn't fair to you either."

Tim reached down and brushed a bang out of the baby's eyes. "But I swear I'm going to make it up," he continued. "Starting by giving you your own proper name."

Until now, that baby had been referred to as just that. Baby. If not that it was the clone, the child or Conner's clone. But now that Tim had firmly decided he was raising the baby, the kid needed a proper name.

"Hmm," Tim pondered. "What about.... Kevin?"

He received yet another blank look.

"Okay... how about Alex, Wes, Kyle? Timothy Jr?"

Blank stare.

"You could be Douglas. Doug for short."

At that the baby seemed to almost quirk up his eyebrow. As if to say, "Are you serious?" Though that was probably Tim's mind playing tricks on him.

"Yeah," he said with a soft chuckle. "I wasn't really feeling that one either."

Tim closed his eyes and tilted his head to the side. "Mark, Luke, Ezekiel, Thomas, Elijah..." Great, now he was just listing off Bible names.

"Daniel..." he muttered absently.

Suddenly, Tim heard a giggle. He looked back down at the baby to see him cooing softly.

"Wait, you like that? Daniel?"

The baby giggled again. This time reaching up towards Tim. Hesitantly, he raised his hand towards the child. He couldn't help the soft gasp that escaped him as the child grabbed onto his pointer finger.

"Ok, Daniel it is."

Except for something still didn't feel right. Tim leaned back and stared at the ceiling as his tried to pinpoint the feeling of wrongness. Then it hit him. He hated whenever people used his full name. It always felt stuffy and formal. It reminded him too much of disappointed looks. Of hands gripping his shoulders or pulling at his ears, telling him to behave.

"Say," he murmured. "Mind if I give you a nickname buddy? How about Dan?"

Daniel scrunched up his eyebrows. "Ok ok, you don't like that one. I get it. Then how about Danny?"

Daniel seemed to appreciate that nickname a whole lot more as him went back to cooing contently. Tim couldn't help as a smile of his own crept onto his face. "It's settled then," he grinned, holding his child up in the air. "Welcome to the family Danny Drake-Wayne!"

He then pulled Danny close into an embrace, closing his eyes as he took in the scent of baby powder and formula. "I promise, you'll have a better childhood than either I or Kon did. I'll make sure of it."

Edit: original prompt for anyone interested

#dp x dc #dc x dp #dpxdc #dcxdp #winter's tales #danny phantom #danny fenton #batfamily #batman #tim drake

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softaestluv · 2 days ago

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Guard Dogs

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x Neighbor!Reader

Pt. 1, Pt. 2 of 5, Pt. 3

Tags: Angst, Fluff, & Eventual smut

Summary: You were a proper good girl. Just like in his fantasies when he was a little boy. Ghost only looked to protect you from the evils of the world just like Riley. Your two personal guard dogs.

But maybe this is where he belonged, on the other side of the glass, staring at you from afar. Even if Riley wanted more.

The weekends, for Simon, tended to go the same: mundane and boring.

In other words, alone.

Simon didn’t cross your path on the weekends. He still walked Riley in the early mornings, but the weekend seemed to be your rest days. Slept in a little longer than usual, didn’t go on your runs. Opted for slow mornings in bed with a cup of tea before getting up for the day. Something Simon wished he had: lazy Sundays. He couldn’t sleep in even if he tried. Riley woke him up at the same time every day, demanded his morning walk.

The weekends, for both of you, were reserved for chores. Simon did his yard work in the beating sun and worked on his bike. You cleaned your house and baked an abundance of goods. Baked goods he could always smell when he was in his garage working. Wafted through your opened windows, let the breeze blow through your curtains. Always smelt so fucking good, had his mouth watering, even more so because he knew it was from you.

He always wondered who you baked for; why you were always cooking, but didn’t ever have any guests over to share with. Maybe you ate all your sweet treats yourself. Indulged in sugary items too often on the weekends and that’s why you ran during the week. Would explain the reason your thighs were still so thick.

Though if Simon had it his way, you wouldn’t feel the need to run, he’d cherish every plump curve, dig his teeth into your fat. Feed you the pies himself, lick the cream from your mouth, kiss the taste away. Knew it would taste better from your lips anyways.

Your opened windows were a luxury of their own. Not only did Simon get to smell your cooking, but he also got to see you clearly. The glare of glass a nonexistent barrier, cream curtains served to accentuate your beauty as they billowed in the wind instead of hiding you behind a thin layer of fabric. Loved the pretty view you gave him. But did you have to keep them open so late, love? It’s dangerous, you knew better than that.

It’s okay, you didn’t have to worry. Him and Riley would look out for you. Keep you safe, always would.

Though this weekend you seemed to have other plans. Showed up on his doorstep, a pleasant surprise for him and Riley. Barked excitedly at the sight of you.

“Hi, Simon. Hi, Riley!”

“Oh, hi lass.”

“Um, I was just wondering if you were busy?” Bashfully tangled your fingers together behind your back.

“No, why?” — Never for you.

“Could I borrow your strength for a minute, then?” You asked, turning to gesture to your driveway, “Got a new dresser in the mail, but I’m not exactly strong enough to lift it into my house.”

“Of course.”

Gave him a pretty smile when he stepped out to follow you, “Don’t know why they left it on my driveway, but that’s okay. I’m lucky to have you as a neighbor.”

“Happy to help with anythin’ you need.” Simon hummed, hoisting the box over his shoulder, “Just say the word.”

“Be careful, Simon!” You yelped, “It’s heavy!”

“Ts no problem,” He said, shrugging the box into a tighter grip.

And truthfully, it wasn’t. He wasn’t trying to impress you. Wasn’t trying to prove his worth to you. He’s just lifted heavier things before is all.

Followed you into your home as you guided him to your bedroom and instructed him where to place it. Asked him to excuse the mess, but there wasn’t one; he had seen you cleaning it this morning. Though if there was a mess it’s not like he would actually care, not when you were the center of his attention. Everything else faded away behind your plump cheeks and doe eyes.

“You gonna put it together on your own?” He asked when you began to thank him.

You pinched your lip between your teeth, pushing on to your tippy toes, “Maybe?”

“I’ll go get my toolbox.”

Spent the day building the dresser for you. Had assumed you would leave him be, but you sat on your bed while he worked on the floor. Asked if he wanted some help? Course not, told you to sit and relax.

Help? From you? No, don’t worry; he’d do everything for you, pretty bird.

So you did, made him tea and watched him work. Left the room every once in a while to attend to the food you were cooking in the kitchen. Filled the space with questions about his work, kept the answers short and sweet. Talked about his team rather than the work they were doing. Couldn’t exactly tell you everything about his occupation, what kind of man would you think he was? Would you even let him inside your home to help?

Chose to ask about your work instead, it was much easier to talk about teaching primary school students than his field of work. Though, this didn’t seem to be a problem for you, willingly told him about your classroom. Chuckled along as you told him stories about your young students, wasn’t surprised by the antics they were up to.

It made sense that a sweet girl like you worked with children, couldn’t be more different than himself. Had his own stories to share about Soap and Gaz. Made you giggle along, said you wanted to meet them, they seemed fun!

Maybe one day, he told you— but for now he’d keep his bird to himself.

Simon might’ve took longer than needed to finish the dresser, but he wanted to spend as much time with you as he could. Didn’t know the next time he’d find himself inside your home. Why would he rush it? So, he helped you move items onto the dresser, books and vases handed to him, any reason to stay longer, to help.

Though, you surprised him just as you did earlier that day. Asked him if he would stay for dinner as a thank you. And who was he to say no?

Could’ve cried when you placed a warm piece of chicken pot pie on the table. Perfect golden baked crust, made it from scratch— you had told him, but you didn’t need to, he knew.

He had a deep love for food, craved sustenance after grueling work on base. Kicked his ass every single second, tired body cherished the delicacy. He wasn’t even being dramatic when he groaned in appreciation at the first bite. Cleared the plate in seconds, didn’t even feel ashamed when he looked at your still full plate.

Not when you exhaled a quiet laugh, soft blush decorating your cheeks, “Was it good?”

“Bloody delicious,” He rasped, licking his lips clean, clinging on to any remnants of the taste.

You don’t give him much time to dwell on it, to crave more. Scooped a new piece into his plate for him without a second thought.

“Yeah?” You huff shyly, “Eat as much as you want.”

He eats more than his share, doesn’t even really register that he’s in your home having dinner with you. That his balaclava was pushed up to his nose, ugly scars on display. God, where were his manners?

But when he looks at you across the table your eyes just glimmer, smiling sweetly at him as you encourage him to get more before continuing your story.

You send him away with a container of leftovers and a baggie of pastries. He tried to protest because he already overstayed his welcome and ate half your pie. But you insisted, shushed him as you promised it was no big deal, what would you have done without him there to help? Tomorrow’s Monday anyways, eat it for lunch while at work!

When he crosses the street and returns to his home, it feels awfully quiet. Once again behind the glass barrier.

Lonely. Cold.

Even Riley at his feet, tucked into his side when he crawls into bed doesn’t quite warm him the way you had.

Tag list: @crypticenbug @c1garette-nightmares

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ariestrxsh · 1 day ago

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dealer!chris x dealer!reader

💸 content warning: smut/suggestive, dry humping, mentions of hard drugs and guns, enemies to lovers, slow burn

💸 summary: you and chris celebrate with a joint on the beach after selling all your product

there will be several parts to this story, and they will contain sex, drugs, violence, use of weapons, and a lot of things that could be triggering if you've ever been apart of the drug world or loved someone with an addiction. i don't mean to glorify drug use, selling, or anything like that, but i wanted this story to be realistic, so it does appear like a somewhat "glamorous" lifestyle to chris and the reader in the first few parts. i want to make it very clear that when you get involved in the drug world in real life, you usually end up in one of two places: the ground or prison.

WHEN SPARKS FLY

chapters: | intro | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 |

You and Chris had successfully moved all your product in three days, a personal record for you with twelve kilos. The two of you stood in your living room, staring into the duffle bag full of cash sitting on your coffee table after the final sale.

"Holy shit, ma," Chris whispered, staring wide-eyed at the several stacks of hundreds before his gaze flicked up to you. "I know. It never gets old," you mumbled, picking up a stack of cash and holding it to your nose. You deeply inhaled, your eyes nearly rolling to the back of your head. You were so infatuated with everything about money. It was almost like being reunited with an old lover every time you made it all back.

You couldn't deny that you wouldn't have been able to do it without Chris. He'd spent more hours with you, bagging up product and helping you move it than he'd spent sleeping the past three days. You admired his charming demeanor and his strong work ethic, you knew he could make you a lot of profit, and you wanted to keep him happy.

You started separating out the cash, putting your portion in one pile and Chris' in another. Once you'd finished divvying it up, you motioned towards the pile of money nearest Chris. "Here. Here's your cut."

"Ma.." Chris started to say. "What?" You asked without looking up at him. "You gave me half," Chris quietly answered, wondering if it was a mistake. "You do good work, Chris. I want to keep doing business with you. You deserve half," you told him, your gaze still fixed on the money in front or you.

"Oh, my god, ma!" Chris exclaimed, his face lighting up as he wrapped his arms around you. "I don't do shit like this often, so don't get used to it," you replied, not reciprocating his hug, but it was hard for you to conceal your grin with Chris beaming with excitement.

"Thank you, ma. I can't believe you already gave me a raise. We should go celebrate!" Chris declared. "And do what?" You inquired, giving him a perplexed look, worried that he was going to suggest a crowded place with loud music.

"I was thinking of something low-key. Let's go smoke a joint on the beach or something. I mean, you don't have to smoke, but the offer's open, and it is a special occasion," Chris rambled. You contemplated it for a moment. After all, why not celebrate? The two of you were making more money than you ever had in your life, and it was just the beginning. Plus, it was a chance to bond with your business partner.

"I'll get us home safe. Take the night off. Leave your gun at home," Chris said, looking into your eyes. "Chris, what if something bad happens? What if I need it?" You wondered with an urgency in your voice. "You've got me. If anyone messes with you, I'll protect you," Chris told you, taking a step closer to you and looking you in the eye.

The way he said it made you feel safe, like he really meant it. It was at that moment that you decided maybe you could trust him. Maybe you had to. Maybe you'd already let him in too much. After a few minutes of deliberation and a few more convincing words from Chris, you agreed. "Fine," you responded after taking a deep breath.

You weren't typically the spontaneous type, but there was something about Chris that brought out that side of you, and in some ways, you liked that. The two of you drove out to the beach, listening to Chris' favorite Arctic Monkeys album on the way there.

Tonight, you weren't a dealer. You weren't a hustler, and you weren't on guard. You were just a human being. Now, the two of you were side-by-side on the shore under a blanket of stars as the sound of the waves crashing echoed in your ears, enjoying the simple pleasures life had to offer.

You kicked off your shoes, feeling the sand beneath your feet. You hesitantly glanced down at the cherry and the smoke that slowly drifted into the air as Chris passed you the joint. "C'mon, ma. It'll be fun. Let loose for a bit," Chris urged you.

You didn't like to feel out of control. You knew getting high could be dangerous for you. You couldn't let your guard down. You couldn't let yourself slip up, admit your growing feelings for Chris, and possibly ruin your business relationship with him.

All the possibilities of all the bad things that could happen if you let yourself fully relax ran through your mind, and for a second, you thought, so what? "Fine," you sighed, taking it from him.

You held it up to your lips, the smoke stinging your lungs as you took a slow, long drag before exhaling with a cough. The dopamine flooded your system immediately, leaving you with a warm, fuzzy feeling. It was nice to have a night off from being a dealer and instead finding yourself on the other end as a consumer. It was nice to let go of the rigidity of your lifestyle and finally get to just be.

You took another puff, allowing yourself to sink into the sensation. You gave Chris back his weed. "How do you feel?" He wondered. "I feel high," you murmured, a smile spreading across your lips and your eyelids growing heavy. He grinned back at you, admiring how cute you looked in the moonlight, the light breeze gently catching your hair.

Chris pulled from the joint, inhaling smoke into his lungs. The two of you sat quietly for a few minutes, enjoying each other's company and listening to the soothing sound of the ocean's tide being pulled by the full moon that illuminated everything around you.

"Daisy broke up with me last night," Chris quietly chimed in, breaking the silence between you. "Oh, shit. Chris. I'm so sorry. What happened?" You replied in a soft, sympathetic voice. "What always happens, ma," Chris answered you, his gaze fixed on his ring that he was fiddling with.

"I didn't mean to make you tell her before you were ready," you leaned over and placed a reassuring hand on his back, feeling somewhat guilty for their relationship ending. "It's alright, ma. You were right. She was going to leave anyway. I should have told her sooner. It's for the best," Chris said in a solemn tone before taking another hit.

You didn't know what to say, and so you didn't say anything, fearing you'd make it worse if you opened your mouth in your current state of mind. You just sat next to him quietly, passing the joint back and forth, gently running your fingernails in a repetitive pattern up and down his back. He relaxed into your soothing touch.

"Ma, that feels so good," he said in a soft voice. A quiet whimper escaped his lips, and his eyes fluttered shut as you continued to caress him. You inched a bit closer to him and rested your head against his.

There was a small, sick part of him that was relieved. He could indulge in his late night fantasies about you and let his gaze linger on you without feeling guilty about it.

The two of you glanced up at each other simultaneously, and for a moment, the sexual tension between the two of you was undeniable. The look you each gave each other of burning desire didn't need words to be expressed and understood. A silent agreement was made.

Without thinking through what you were about to do, you just followed where temptation led you. You shifted, swinging your leg around Chris and straddling him. You stared deeply into his blue eyes, placing a hand on either side of his face as he sat quietly, gazing at you as his heart began to thrum in his chest. Your nose brushed against his as you leaned in, and the two of you each hesitated for a second, acknowledging that once you opened this door, it couldn't be closed.

You savored the moment before the kiss, the anticipation, and the way Chris' warm, shallow breath felt against your lips right before giving in. Not a single force on Earth could interfere with the magnetic pull, drawing the two of you together.

The kiss was tender at first, your soft lip grazing his, and it slowly grew deeper and more passionate as your tongue slipped into his mouth. Your trembling hands traveled to his chest as you stabilized yourself.

You could feel his hardening cock pressing against the front of your jeans, and you just couldn't help yourself. You found yourself rolling your hips forward and shifting your weight onto his lap, earning a sensual moan from Chris that vibrated against your lips.

You continued grinding against his bulge, and Chris' curious hands found their way to your waist, the half-smoked joint still wedged between two of his fingers. He guided your hips as you continued your movements, the added pressure feeling incredible every time his hard cock rubbed up against the seam of your jeans, stimulating your swollen clit.

You shuddered at the sensation, melting into the boy beneath you that you hadn't been able to keep your mind off of. You loved the feeling of kissing him, his pillow-soft lips, his velvet-like tongue, and the soft hums he elicited as you practically rode him with your clothes on.

"Can't resist me, can you, ma?" Chris rasped in a low voice as he pulled away from the kiss, reaching up to caress your cheek with his free hand. You firmly grabbed his wrist and started gently suckling on the tips of his fingers. "Oh, shit," he whispered, watching your mouth as you slid down to his knuckles, feeling the cool metal of his rings against your lips.

You could feel his cock jerk underneath you as you repeated this motion, alternating between a few of his long, slender digits, pressing your body weight against his dick. He loved every second of it. "Good girl," he quietly praised you as he imagined you sucking on something else. His words sent an electric surge straight to your clit, and you could feel the wetness between your legs that was likely seeping through your clothing by now.

Chris felt the heat from the joint as it widdled down towards the end of the paper, but he was too wrapped in you to care if it burned him. You brought your behavior to a stop, a wave of embarrassment overcoming you as you reflected on how impulsively you'd acted and how pathetic you probably looked humping Chris like a dog in heat after just a few puffs of weed.

"Fuck!" You exclaimed after pulling Chris' finger out from behind your lips and climbing off of his lap. "I don't know why I just did that," you muttered, completely humiiated as you retreated back to your spot in the sand. Chris stayed put for a moment, looking at you wide-eyed with his hard cock straining against his pants.

"Fuck, ma. I don't know why you stopped," Chris whispered, still processing what had just happened. "That was so inappropriate of me. I am so sorry," you mumbled with your face hiding in your hands.

"Why? Because I've been single for less than twenty-four hours or because you're kind of my boss?" Chris chuckled after taking a final hit of the joint and putting it out in the sand. You laughed with your embarrassed expression still buried in your palms.

"Either way, ma. I really liked it," Chris replied, nudging you in the arm as a smile spread across his lips. You picked your head up to finally look at him, face flushed and finding it rather hard to maintain eye contact. You wanted to kiss him again, but it felt like the moment had passed, and you were still embarrassed about how you'd thrown yourself at him.

Suddenly, you felt violently high, your heart beating in your ears and your head pounding. "I don't feel very good," you mumbled under your breath. "Here, give me your keys. Let's get you home," Chris said, springing into action once he recognized that you were most likely greening out.

He picked you up and carried you across the beach back to the car as you incoherently babbled about how sorry you were for crossing the line. He hushed you and assured you that you didn't have anything to apologize for.

He helped you into the car, and as soon as he got into the driver seat, you were softly snoring with your head resting against the window. Chris kept the music at a low volume and drove carefully as to not wake you. Once he pulled into your driveway, you began to stir. He reached over and caressed the back of your hand with his thumb.

"We're here, ma," he softly told you. "Here? Where?" You asked, still feeling heavily intoxicated. "Your house, ma," Chris giggled, shutting off the car and getting out so that he could help you into your place.

"Chris, that was so nice. You didn't have to take me home," you grumbled to him as he guided you through your front door. "You're right. I should have left you stoned on the beach by yourself," he laughed, knowing that of course he had to take you home, and just because he knew he had to, didn't mean that it was an inconvenience at all.

Chris carried you up your stairs and set you down softly on your bed. "Goodnight, ma. I hope you get some rest. I'm sorry for pressuring you into smoking," he said, shaking his head and feeling guilty for the state you were in.

"I chose to smoke, Chris. You couldn't pressure me into anything if you wanted to," you mumbled, slipping out of your jeans until you were in just a t-shirt and your underwear. Chris diverted his gaze as you started to undress, and he made his way towards your bedroom door to give you privacy.

"Where are you going?" You asked him as he started to close the door behind him. "I'll just walk to Dais -" he started to say, but then he remembered that walking to Daisy's wasn't an option anymore. "I'll just call an Uber, ma. Don't worry about me."

"Chris," you whined, reaching for him like a toddler asking to be picked up as you laid helplessly on your bed. "What is it, ma?" Chris asked, poking his head back into your bedroom. "What if you stayed the night here?" You wondered. "I mean, yeah, sure. If you're offering. I wouldn't mind crashing on your couch. It would save me a trip," he responded.

"No. I want you to sleep right here," you mumbled, patting the empty side of the bed beside you with a playful smile on your face. Chris raised an eyebrow, and a smirk tugged at the corner of his lip. He could already tell what you were about to say next based on your body language.

"Please, Chris. I want you to fuck me," you begged him, biting your lip. "Ma, you're really messed up. I can't take advantage of that," Chris responded, taking a seat beside you on your bed and choosing his words carefully because he didn't want you to think he was uninterested. He just didn't want your first time to happen under these circumstances.

"Please. I need you," you replied, your voice saturated with lust as you started to take off your panties. "Woah! Hey," Chris exclaimed, stopping you from slipping them off. "Not like this, ma. If you still want to when you're sober, we can, but not when you can barely stand on your own. I'll lay in bed with you if all we're doing is sleeping."

"Okay. We can just sleep. I just want you here next to me," you whined, clutching your pillow in your arms and pulling it into your chest. "Alright, ma. But no funny business. Let's get you some pants," Chris replied, picking up a pair of sweatpants off of your floor and tossing them to you.

You slipped them on and curled up under your blanket. Chris crawled into bed beside you after shutting off your light. He pulled you close and kissed you on the forehead. "Night, ma," Chris whispered before closing his eyes. A few minutes later, he heard the sound of your soft snoring as you drifted off to sleep beside him.

When he was certain you were out, he slipped out of your sheets, snuck downstairs, and made his way out the door. As he waited out front for his uber, lighting up a joint, he smiled to himself, reflecting on the night and how boldly you'd climbed onto his lap and started making out with him.

He hoped that you were developing feelings for him the same way he was for you and that it wasn't just a purely lustful gesture earlier, but he couldn't be sure. Hell, he couldn't even be sure that you'd remember any of it in the morning, which was part of the reason he didn't want to be in your bed when you woke up.

#sturniolo smut #sturniolo triplets #sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo #chris sturniolo smut #chris sturniolo x reader #christopher sturniolo #christopher owen sturniolo #chris sturniolo x you #dealer chris #dealer!chris

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historical-fashion-polls · 5 hours ago

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hello my lovelies! 💕

first, I want to apologize for being a bit absent on the blog! ❤️‍🩹 I still do check the notifs every day to see what y'all are thinking of the outfits, even if I haven't been responding to asks ☺️

second, I wanted to announce that for the moment, I will be switching the blog from posting 5 polls a day to 3. I almost made this change a month ago, but then decided I would try to stick with the posting schedule for a little longer, but as it stands right now, I feel as though I keep falling behind in queuing things and it has become a point of stress in my life, which I would like it not to be

as you may or may not be aware, I did make a call for assistants to help me run the blog this summer, but unfortunately my intentions to do proper onboarding keep getting derailed by personal things that have left me with almost no energy for that kind of additional work. and now that I'm back in my phd program, I have very little time to devote to providing the scaffolding/support that I would like to be able to offer

therefore, I'm going to keep the blog at 3 polls a day possibly until may when I am done with my school term and could actually look at doing some dedicated onboarding, at which time I'm hoping we could go back up to five polls per day

I want to apologize for this, since I know many of you enjoy checking the polls throughout the day, but I hope 3 will still feel like enough to keep things fun while we're in this intermediate period ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹

I also want to say a huge thank you to everyone who has submitted images to the blog, and to let this be a humble request to please continue doing so if that's something you're interested in! 🥰🥰 submissions have truly been keeping the blog afloat whilst I've been working through some stuff that has taken a lot of my time and energy, and I am so so appreciative of that! 🥰🥰

again, I do apologize and I hope that this will be a satisfactory compromise as I try to navigate balancing everything I have going on at the moment ❤️‍🩹

asks are currently still off (sorry about that as well), but if you have pressing questions or concerns, you are welcome to post a comment here if you would like! 💕

thank you all so much for your patience and understanding! ☺️

with much gratitude,

the curator 🪶

#the curator speaks #curatorial updates

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raccoonrobyn-imagines · 3 days ago

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Ok, so, the only batkid that I know generally doesn't have a Super is Dick. Now, you might be wondering! Why is this important?

Cause what's funnier than a 28 year old man with anger issues that he keeps under a tight lid being followed around by a 14-16 year old kid with anger issues that also keeps it under a tight lid and just wants to fuck shit up?

Imagine this scenario if you will!

Dick is fighting someone, and that person is someone dick usually fights, but he has just been having a rough go of it recently, and eventually just snaps mid fight and starts beating the complete shit outta the guy. What dick doesn't know is that Danny has been following Dick around all day while invisible. Danny sees Dick let loose, and decides that if Dick can let loose, Danny can too!

A month or two later, Dick is fighting alongside Danny against that same villain, and Danny is just going so hard against the villain. I'm imagining it's Slade or something. So eventually Dick is just sitting back and watching this 14 year old kid just beat the shit outta Slade Wilson, and is just smirking.

After the fight, dick asks Danny why he was going so hard, and Danny explains how Slade has done multiple things to make danny not want to hold back against him.

1. Slade was reminding Danny of his own fruitloop.

2. Slade seemed really gross in vibes.

3. Danny saw slade and dick fought last month, but it's ok, Danny just went about as hard as dick did, so it's all ok, Wing!

4. Danny didn't like slades' face and thought it needed reconstruction.

5. Danny was mad at him cause slade kept looking at Dicks ass.

Dick is like "what was in the middle again?"

And danny, in his infinite wisdom, just says, "bye Wing! See you later!" And peaces out back to the farm. Danny forgot that Dick could get there faster than Danny could due to the Zeta beam that was about 50 feet below the farm in a cave that only allows the bats and wonder woman access due to them having the exact code that changes every month between the 12 codes that make up the year.

Poster Parents

Dpxdc Prompt #46

Batman has a lot of children and (perhaps) an adoption problem.

This does not make him the first choice, or even qualified, to take in a 14-year-old meta that may or not be more powerful than Superman.

Instead, when a bleeding, broken, Danny Fenton shows up in the middle of the Watchtower he is sent to Smallville, Kansas to be fostered by none other than Ma and Pa Kent.

Martha and Jonathan are the poster parents for people raising metas and their kindness is just what Danny needs in a strange new world.

It works out in a way that most things don't usually for Danny, though he ends up getting tied up with the Bats anyway.

After all, every Bat needs a Super.

#robyns garbage #dc x dp #dp x dc prompt #dp x dc crossover #dp x dc

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cei1ne · 2 days ago

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—What the MHA men do for you on Valentine’s Day, aka the most romantic holiday! Pt.2

*♡∞:｡.Summary: Headcanons and Scenarios of a few MHA men on Valentine’s Day and what they’re doing and how they’re acting. Part 2!

✧༻Pairing: Shouta Aizawa (Erasurehead) ; Keigo Takami (Hawks) ; Enji Todoroki (Endeavor) ; Shoto Todoroki; Tenya Iida

❀°:.•Tags: Fluff ; Cute ; Love life ; Valentine’s Day ; Married ; Dating ; Tsundere ; Quiet lovers ; Gift giving ; Loving

•∘ɷ∘•°✿Wordcount: 13k

⑅*⑅୨୧⑅*A/N: Part two even if it isn’t Valentine’s Day anymore! And I hope I included everyone and if someone wants another character included, write it below and enjoy it! I tried my best and English isn’t my first language! I literally fell asleep while writing this so I didn’t post it yesterday I’m sorry!!! Anyways doing this omw home from school rn.

Part 1!

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—Headcanons of the MHA men

Shouta Aizawa

1. Minimalist but Meaningful: Aizawa isn’t one for flashy displays of affection. He believes love is shown through actions rather than extravagant gifts, so his Valentine’s Day efforts are always subtle but deeply personal.

2. Quality Time Over Everything: He cherishes a quiet evening with you more than anything. A cozy night in, wrapped in blankets with a cup of tea and a good book (or cat videos playing in the background), is his ideal way to spend Valentine’s Day.

3. Handwritten Notes: He’s not one for grand speeches, but he’ll leave you little notes throughout the day. Some are simple reminders like “Don’t forget to eat” or “Be safe,” but on Valentine’s Day, they’re slightly softer—things like “Thank you for being my peace” or “I love coming home to you.”

4. Subtle Protectiveness: Aizawa shows his love in quiet ways, like keeping you on the inside of the sidewalk or placing a protective hand on your back in crowded areas. On Valentine’s Day, he might not say much, but the way he instinctively reaches for your hand when walking tells you everything you need to know.

5. Soft but Rare Romantic Gestures: Every once in a while, he’ll surprise you with something small but meaningful. Maybe it’s a gift card to your favorite café, or a book you mentioned weeks ago. He remembers every little detail about you, even if he doesn’t always say it outright.

Teigo Takami

1. Over-the-Top Romantic: Hawks doesn’t do anything halfway, and Valentine’s Day is no exception. He’ll go all out—think extravagant gestures, surprise dates, and dramatic declarations of love. He wants to make sure you know just how much you mean to him.

2. Loves Giving and Receiving Affection: He thrives on physical touch, so expect lots of hugs, kisses, and playful touches throughout the day. He’ll tease you endlessly but will also drop unexpectedly heartfelt compliments that leave you flustered.

3. Sky-High Dates: If he could, he’d spend the entire day flying around with you in his arms, showing you breathtaking views. He loves the idea of sharing his world with you—literally. Sunset flights are his personal favorite way to celebrate.

4. Acts Like He’s Effortless (But He Secretly Plans Everything): He makes it seem like he threw the whole day together last minute, but in reality, he’s been planning for weeks. He wants everything to be perfect, even if he pretends he’s just winging it.

5. Loves Spoiling You: Expect a ridiculous number of gifts. From your favorite snacks to limited-edition merch of things you casually mentioned once, Hawks remembers every detail about you. He enjoys seeing your face light up when he surprises you with something special.

Enji Todoroki

1. Traditional but Awkward: Enji isn’t great with romance, but he tries. He’ll stick to classic Valentine’s traditions—dinner reservations, flowers, maybe a small gift—but there’s an underlying awkwardness to it because he’s still learning how to express affection properly.

2. Acts Stoic but Cares Deeply: He won’t openly gush about his feelings, but his actions speak volumes. Whether it’s making sure you’re safe, subtly adjusting the temperature so you’re comfortable, or paying attention to the little things you like, he shows love in his own quiet way.

3. Prefers Private, Intimate Moments: He’s not a fan of public displays of affection, but in private, he’s surprisingly tender. He enjoys peaceful evenings at home where he can relax and just be with you without the weight of his hero persona.

4. Overprotective Without Realizing It: If he sees someone flirting with you, his mere presence alone is enough to scare them off. He doesn’t mean to be intimidating, but his intense aura makes it clear that you’re his and no one should overstep boundaries.

5. Struggles with Words but Means Well: He might not say “I love you” often, but when he does, it carries a lot of weight. Instead, he expresses his feelings through thoughtful gestures—cooking for you, making sure you’re taken care of, or pulling you into a firm yet warm embrace.

Shoto Todoroki

1. Understated but Thoughtful: Shoto isn’t one for grand gestures, but he makes sure whatever he does is deeply meaningful. He’ll remember little details—your favorite flowers, a book you mentioned wanting, or a place you’ve always wanted to visit—and incorporate them into his plans.

2. Still Learning About Romance: Since he didn’t grow up around affectionate relationships, he sometimes struggles with expressing his feelings. He might ask his friends (or even Google) for advice, but in the end, he always puts his own quiet, genuine effort into making you feel special.

3. Prefers Private, Intimate Dates: He’d rather spend quality time with you in a peaceful setting than go somewhere loud or extravagant. A cozy evening at home, a walk through a snowy park, or a simple but meaningful outing is more his style.

4. Gives Sentimental Gifts: He doesn’t just buy random chocolates or flowers; whatever he gives you has personal significance. It might be a piece of jewelry with an engraving, a hand-written letter, or something that reminds him of a special moment you shared.

5. Subtle but Deeply Loving: Shoto isn’t the type to gush about his feelings, but he shows them in quiet ways—holding your hand just a little tighter, making sure you’re warm when it’s cold, or brushing your hair behind your ear when he thinks you’re not looking.

Tenya Iida

1. Extremely Organized and Thorough: Tenya treats Valentine’s Day like an important mission. He plans everything—the schedule, the restaurant, backup plans in case something goes wrong. He wants the day to go smoothly because he believes showing appreciation should be done properly.

2. A Perfect Gentleman: He insists on doing everything chivalrously—opening doors, pulling out chairs, walking on the side of the street closest to traffic. He sees it as his duty to make sure you feel cherished and respected.

3. Loves Meaningful Gestures: While he enjoys classic gifts like chocolates and flowers, he prefers giving things with significance. He’ll write you a heartfelt letter, compose a list of reasons why he admires you, or craft a personalized itinerary for a day that’s all about you.

4. Gets Flustered Easily but Tries His Best:He isn’t the smoothest when it comes to romance, and any teasing on your part will make him short-circuit a little. But he’s genuine—every nervous compliment, every overly enthusiastic gesture comes from the heart.

5. Believes in Long-Term Commitment: He doesn’t view love as something fleeting. If he’s with you, he’s serious about it. Valentine’s Day isn’t just about romance to him—it’s about reaffirming his dedication to you, now and in the future.

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—Scenarios of the MHA men

Shouta Aizawa

Valentine’s Day had never been a big deal for Aizawa.

He had always seen it as just another commercialized holiday—an excuse for florists to double their prices and for restaurants to be packed with couples forcing awkward, overly romantic gestures. But you? You had a way of making things different.

It wasn’t about the flowers or the chocolates. It wasn’t about expensive gifts or elaborate dates. It was about time—something Aizawa cherished more than anything. And if there was one thing he wanted to give you today, it was just that.

Which was why, instead of planning something extravagant, he left a simple note for you that morning.

“Meet me at home after work. Don’t be late.”

He didn’t need to say more. He knew you’d understand. Period we know our man

When you arrived that evening, the apartment was unusually quiet. The usual hum of the city was muffled through the closed windows, and the space was dimly lit by a few warm lamps.

You found Aizawa sitting on the couch, his hair still damp from a shower, dressed in his usual loungewear with his capture weapon loosely draped over his shoulders. The scent of freshly brewed tea lingered in the air, and next to him on the table was a second cup—waiting for you.

“You’re late,” he murmured, though his tone held no real annoyance.

You rolled your eyes, setting your bag down. “By like, five minutes.”

He hummed in response, patting the empty space beside him. Without hesitation, you sank into his warmth, letting out a content sigh as he pulled the blanket over both of you.

“This is nice,” you murmured, taking the tea into your hands. It was your favorite blend—just the way you liked it.

Aizawa exhaled, his fingers tracing absentminded circles on your arm. “You work hard. You deserve a quiet night.”

A pause.

“And I wanted to spend today with you.”

Your heart swelled at the softness in his voice. You tilted your head up, pressing a small kiss to his jaw. “You’re kind of a romantic, you know that?”

He scoffed. “Don’t start.”

You laughed, settling deeper into his warmth. If this was his idea of Valentine’s Day, you wouldn’t change a thing.

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He wasn’t one to make long, heartfelt declarations. He wouldn’t shower you in grand romantic speeches. But love, in its truest form, was woven into everything he did.

It was in the way he woke up earlier than usual to make sure you had coffee before work. The way he made sure you never skipped meals, even if it meant shoving a snack into your hands before you left the house. The way he always pulled you closer in his sleep, even if he swore he wasn’t a clingy sleeper.

And tonight, it was in the way he planned this—a simple, quiet night in, just the two of you.

“Did you eat today?” he asked after a while, his fingers still idly stroking your arm.

You gave him a sheepish smile. “Uh… kind of?”

Aizawa sighed, already expecting that answer. Without a word, he reached over to the coffee table and grabbed a small takeout bag, handing it to you. “Figured as much. I ordered your favorite earlier.”

Your eyes widened as you peeked inside, finding neatly packed containers of your go-to comfort food. The warmth of the meal seeped through the bag, making your stomach grumble in anticipation.

“You’re the best,” you mumbled, already opening the first container.

Aizawa smirked slightly. “I know.”

You nudged him with your elbow, and he let out a low chuckle before settling back into the couch.

The two of you ate in comfortable silence, the kind that didn’t need to be filled with constant conversation. The occasional clink of utensils and the soft hum of the city outside were the only sounds that filled the space.

It was simple. Uncomplicated. Perfect.

And when you finished eating, Aizawa gently pulled you back into his embrace, his arms wrapping around you with quiet possessiveness.

“Comfy?” he murmured.

You nodded against his chest. “Very.”

Aizawa let out a content sigh, his chin resting atop your head. “Good.”

Because this? This was everything he needed.

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At some point in the night, Aizawa shifted, reaching for something on the coffee table.

You blinked as he handed you a small envelope, the edges slightly creased from being in his pocket all day.

“What’s this?” you asked, turning it over curiously.

He shrugged, looking away as if he wasn’t mildly self-conscious about it. “Just open it.” We know damn well you got sweaty ass hands rn

You carefully tore the envelope open, pulling out a simple piece of paper. It wasn’t a store-bought Valentine’s card or anything fancy—just a plain sheet with his handwriting scrawled across it.

“You’re the best part of my days. Happy Valentine’s Day.”

It wasn’t long. It wasn’t overly poetic. But it was him. Straightforward. Honest.

And it meant everything.

Your chest tightened as you looked up at him. “Shouta…”

Aizawa cleared his throat, rubbing the back of his neck. “It’s dumb, I know. But I figured you deserved more than just dinner and a quiet night.”

You smiled, carefully folding the note and holding it close to your heart. “It’s not dumb. It’s perfect.”

His shoulders relaxed slightly, as if reassured by your reaction.

You set the note aside and leaned in, pressing a slow, lingering kiss to his lips. Aizawa responded instantly, his grip tightening around your waist, pulling you closer. The kiss was deep, unhurried—filled with unspoken words that neither of you needed to say out loud.

When you finally pulled away, you rested your forehead against his, your fingers tracing gentle patterns along his jawline.

“Thank you,” you whispered.

Aizawa hummed, his fingers tangling in your hair. “For what?”

“For loving me in your own way.”

His lips quirked up at the corner. “You make it easy.”

You laughed softly, curling back into him as he pulled the blanket tighter around you both.

And as the night stretched on, wrapped in warmth and quiet love, you knew one thing for certain—Aizawa didn’t need grand gestures to show how much he cared.

Because love wasn’t just about words. It was in the little things. The quiet moments. The simple gestures that spoke louder than anything else.

And Aizawa Shouta loved you in every way that mattered.

Keigo Takami

You should have expected something extravagant from Hawks.

You’d barely woken up when a knock sounded at your door. Still groggy, you shuffled over, cracking it open to see a delivery worker holding an absurdly large bouquet—bright red roses with golden-tipped petals.

“Delivery for Y/N,” they said cheerfully.

You accepted the flowers, your sleepy brain still processing the fact that Hawks had gone this over the top already. Tucked between the roses was a small note with his signature scribbled across it.

“Get ready, babe. Your wings arrive in 10 minutes.”

You didn’t have time to question it before, true to his word, Keigo himself swooped down from the sky, landing on your balcony with a dazzling grin.

“Morning, beautiful!” he greeted, stretching his arms out as if waiting for you to run into them. “Ready for the best Valentine’s Day of your life?”

You crossed your arms, raising an eyebrow. “Keigo, it’s barely 9 AM. How did you even—?”

He held up a finger. “Ah-ah, no questions! Just trust me.”

With a dramatic bow, he extended a hand toward you. “Your ride awaits, my love.”

You sighed, shaking your head, but couldn’t stop the smile tugging at your lips as you took his hand. “This better not get too crazy.”

Keigo laughed. “No promises, babe.

And with that, he wrapped his arms securely around you and took off, the wind rushing past as he carried you into the sky.

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Keigo’s idea of a Valentine’s Day date was anything but ordinary.

He took you to a private rooftop garden—one you were pretty sure he technically wasn’t supposed to have access to, but when had that ever stopped him? The space was beautifully set up, a cozy little table adorned with your favorite breakfast pastries, fresh fruit, and, of course, more flowers.

“Keigo…” you breathed, taking in the scene.

He beamed, clearly pleased with your reaction. “Pretty sweet, huh? Thought we’d start the day off right—with the best view in town.”

He wasn’t wrong. The city stretched out beneath you, bathed in the golden hues of the morning sun. It was peaceful up here, away from the noise and chaos below.

As you both settled in, Keigo wasted no time in teasing you. “Sooo, on a scale of one to ‘I’m totally in love with you,’ how much do you adore me right now?”

You rolled your eyes, but the warmth in your chest made it impossible to deny how much effort he’d put into this. “You’re insufferable.”

He grinned, leaning in closer. “That’s not a no.”

You took a bite of your pastry, pretending to ignore him. “Mmm, this is good.”

Keigo pouted. “Okay, okay, fine. I’ll take that as an ‘I’m swooning but too proud to admit it.’”

You snorted, and he laughed, reaching across the table to brush his fingers against yours. His playful energy softened for a moment, his golden eyes warm as they met yours.

“Seriously, though,” he murmured, “I know I joke a lot, but I really do mean it when I say you’re the best thing in my life, Y/N.”

Your heart skipped a beat.

Keigo might’ve been all about grand gestures, but moments like this? The quiet sincerity in his voice, the way his fingers lingered against yours—those were the things that truly made your heart soar.

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The day had been a whirlwind—after breakfast, Keigo had taken you on a literal sky tour, swooping through the clouds, pointing out places below with a childlike excitement that was contagious. He’d surprised you with little gifts throughout the day, each one something personal and thoughtful.

Now, as the sun began to set, the two of you sat on a high-rise rooftop, watching the city lights flicker to life.

Keigo exhaled, stretching his arms behind his head. “Man, today was perfect.

You laughed. “I think you just like showing off your flight skills.”

He smirked. “Guilty. But mostly, I just like making you smile.”

You turned to him, your heart full. “You do that every day, Keigo.”

For a moment, he just stared at you, his expression unreadable. Then, he reached into his pocket, pulling out a small velvet box.

Your breath hitched.

“Relax, it’s not that kind of ring,” he teased, flipping the box open to reveal a delicate golden band—a simple, beautiful design, engraved with tiny feathers along the inside.

He took your hand, slipping it onto your finger. “Just a little something to remind you that no matter where I am—whether I’m on duty, flying across the country, or caught up in hero work—you’re always with me.”

You swallowed the lump in your throat, your eyes stinging with emotion. “Keigo…”

He tilted his head. “Too much?”

You shook your head, throwing your arms around his neck and pulling him into a tight hug. “It’s perfect. You’re perfect.”

Keigo chuckled, wrapping his wings around you, cocooning you in warmth. “That’s my line, babe.” WHOAAWHOHOAAAA

As the city buzzed beneath you, as the stars blinked awake in the sky, you realized something—this wasn’t just another extravagant display of affection.

This was Keigo, in all his chaotic, loving, fiercely devoted glory.

And you wouldn’t trade it for the world.

Enji Todoroki

Enji wasn’t the kind of man who put much thought into holidays.

Or at least, he never used to.

Valentine’s Day had always seemed like an unnecessary, over-commercialized event—something flashy and superficial. But then you came into his life, and suddenly, things he never cared about before started to matter.

Which was why, despite his usual reluctance toward romantic gestures, he found himself standing in the middle of a flower shop, staring at a display of roses with an intensity that made the store clerk nervous.

“Do you… need help, sir?” the clerk asked hesitantly.

Enji exhaled through his nose. “What do people usually buy for… these occasions?”

The poor clerk stammered out a few suggestions, but Enji barely listened, his mind already preoccupied with something else. He wanted to get this right. He wanted to try.

By the time he left the shop, he had a bouquet in one hand and a small, neatly wrapped box in the other. It wasn’t much, but it was a start.

And for you, he was willing to learn.

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When you arrived home thoat evening, you were surprised to find Enji already there, standing in the kitchen with an almost uncertain expression.

“You’re early,” you noted, setting your bag down.

He cleared his throat, shifting slightly. “I took the evening off.”

Your eyebrows raised. Endeavor? Taking a break on purpose? That was rare. But before you could comment, he stepped forward, handing you the bouquet without a word.

You blinked, looking between him and the flowers. “Are these… for me?”

He gave a small nod, his gaze flickering away as if embarrassed. “It’s Valentine’s Day. I figured…” He trailed off, running a hand through his hair before exhaling. “I wanted to do something for you.”

Your heart softened at the effort.

You took the flowers carefully, brushing your fingers over the petals. “They’re beautiful, Enji. Thank you.”

There was a noticeable tension in his shoulders, like he wasn’t sure how you’d react. But at your gentle smile, he relaxed—just a little.

“There’s more,” he muttered, stepping aside to reveal a carefully set dining table. It wasn’t extravagant, but it was clear that he had gone out of his way to prepare a meal.

Your chest tightened with warmth. “You cooked?”

He grunted, crossing his arms. “I tried.”

It was such an Enji way to approach things—no grand declarations, no overly sentimental words. A quiet effort. A steady, unwavering presence.

And that meant more to you than any extravagant gesture ever could.

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After dinner, the two of you found yourselves sitting together in the dim glow of the fireplace.

It was rare for Enji to have a moment like this—where he wasn’t burdened by work or his own self-imposed expectations. But tonight, he let himself relax, leaning back against the couch as you curled up beside him.

“You didn’t have to do all this,” you murmured, resting your head against his shoulder.

His arm tightened around you slightly. “I wanted to.”

A comfortable silence settled between you, the warmth of the fire casting flickering shadows across the room.

After a moment, Enji reached into his pocket and pulled out the small box he had bought earlier. Without a word, he handed it to you

Curious, you opened it, revealing a delicate pendant in the shape of a flame—elegant yet understated, just like him.

Your breath hitched. “Enji…”

He cleared his throat, clearly uncomfortable with the vulnerability of the moment. “It reminded me of you.”

You swallowed the lump in your throat, fingers tightening around the chain. “It’s perfect.”

For a man who often struggled to express himself, this was his way of saying everything he couldn’t put into words.

You turned to him, reaching up to gently cup his face. “Thank you. For this. For tonight.”

His eyes softened, and for once, he didn’t look away. “You deserve it.”

You smiled, pressing a kiss to his jaw before settling back into his embrace.

Enji Todoroki wasn’t a man of grand speeches or poetic words.

But his love was a slow-burning fire—steady, unwavering, and fiercely protective.

And as you sat there, wrapped in his warmth, you knew one thing for certain.

This was enough.

Because Enji didn’t need to say “I love you” for you to know that he did.

Shoto Todoroki

Shoto had never celebrated Valentine’s Day before.

Growing up, it was just another day—no warm memories, no traditions, no excitement. But now, with you, things were different. He wanted to make this day special for you, even if he wasn’t sure how.

Which was why, two weeks before Valentine’s, he found himself sitting in the dorm common room, quietly taking notes as his friends debated the best ways to celebrate.

“Chocolate is a must,” Kaminari declared. “Girls love chocolate!”

“Not just chocolate, though,” Kirishima chimed in. “It’s gotta be thoughtful. Something that means something to her.”

Shoto frowned slightly, tapping his pen against the notebook in front of him. He had already planned to get you chocolates, but clearly, that wasn’t enough.

“What are you writing?” Midoriya asked, peeking over his shoulder.

Shoto casually closed the notebook. “Nothing.”

Midoriya gave him a knowing smile but didn’t push.

By the time February 14th arrived, Shoto had everything planned. He wasn’t sure if it was perfect, but it was the best way he knew how to show you how much you meant to him.

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The morning of Valentine’s Day, you woke up to find a neatly wrapped package waiting for you outside your door.

Curious, you picked it up, carefully unwrapping it to find a beautiful scarf inside—soft, thick, and woven with shades of deep red and icy blue. A small note was tucked inside.

“It reminded me of us. Meet me at the front gates at 5 PM. –Shoto”

Your heart swelled at the thoughtfulness. It wasn’t just a random gift; it was something personal, something that reflected the two of you.

When the time came, you made your way to the front of UA, where Shoto was already waiting, his breath visible in the crisp winter air

“You’re wearing it,” he noted, his voice quiet but pleased.

“Of course,” you said, adjusting the scarf around your neck. “It’s perfect.”

His lips twitched into the smallest of smiles. “I’m glad.”

Without another word, he took your hand, leading you down a quiet path toward a secluded park. Snow had begun to fall gently around you, dusting the ground in a thin, glistening layer.

“I wanted to take you somewhere peaceful,” he admitted. “Just the two of us.”

You squeezed his hand, touched by his consideration. “This is perfect, Shoto.”

For a while, the two of you simply walked, the silence between you warm and comfortable. Every now and then, he’d glance at you, as if making sure you were enjoying yourself.

Eventually, he stopped near a small clearing, pulling out a thermos from his coat pocket.

“I made hot chocolate,” he said, a little hesitant. “I wasn’t sure if it would taste right, but… I wanted to try.”

Your heart melted at the sight of him—so earnest, so genuinely trying to make this day special for you.

Taking the cup from his hands, you took a sip and smiled. “It’s perfect, just like everything else today.”

His expression softened, and for a moment, he just looked at you, his heterochromatic eyes reflecting the snowfall around you.

“I never really understood what Valentine’s Day was supposed to be about,” he admitted. “But now… I think I do.”

You tilted your head. “And what do you think it’s about?”

His fingers tightened around yours, his gaze steady.

“Being with the person who makes everything feel warmer,” he said simply.

Your breath caught.

And then, before you could say anything else, he leaned in, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to your lips.

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After your walk, Shoto took you back to his dorm room, where he had one last surprise waiting.

On his desk sat a small wooden box, carved with delicate patterns along the edges. He picked it up, holding it out to you.

“I made this,” he said, a little shyly. “I’m still learning, so it’s not perfect, but…”

You opened the box, your eyes widening at what was inside.

It was a collection of small, folded notes—each one carefully written, each one meant just for you.

You picked up the first one, unfolding it to read.

“I admire you more than I know how to say.”

Swallowing thickly, you reached for another.

“I want to be someone who makes you as happy as you make me.”

Your hands trembled as you looked back up at him. “Shoto, this is…”

He shifted, a faint dusting of pink on his cheeks. “I’m not good at saying how I feel sometimes,” he admitted. “But I wanted you to know. So… whenever you need to hear it, you can read one of these.”

Tears pricked the corners of your eyes, overwhelmed by the quiet but powerful way he showed his love.

Setting the box down carefully, you stepped closer to him, wrapping your arms around his waist. He stiffened slightly at first, then melted into your embrace, his arms coming around you, his warmth seeping into your skin.

“You don’t need to say anything,” you murmured against his chest. “I already know.”

He sighed softly, resting his chin on top of your head.

“I love you, Y/N,” he said, so quiet you almost missed it.

Your heart clenched, and you pulled back just enough to look at him.

“I love you too, Shoto.”

His lips twitched, and then, for the first time that night, a full, genuine smile broke across his face.

And as the snow continued to fall outside, as his warmth surrounded you, you knew that this—this—was what love truly felt like.

Tenya Iida

Valentine’s Day was not a day Tenya Iida took lightly.

If he was going to celebrate love, he was going to do it right.

Which was why, the night before, he had mapped out everything. The perfect date, the best restaurant, even the precise timing of each event. His notebook was filled with color-coded plans and contingency strategies—because if there was one thing Iida disliked, it was unforeseen obstacles.

So when February 14th arrived, he was ready.

Or at least, he thought he was.

Because the moment he saw you walking toward him, dressed beautifully with a bright smile just for him, every ounce of structure in his brain short-circuited.

“Tenya?” you tilted your head, amused at his frozen stance.

He quickly snapped out of it, adjusting his glasses. “A-Ah! Yes! You look absolutely stunning! I—I mean, I knew you always looked lovely, but today you look particularly—uh—let us begin our scheduled itinerary!”

You giggled, slipping your arm through his. “Lead the way, Mr. Class President.”

And just like that, his carefully crafted plan began.

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The first stop on his itinerary was a highly-rated restaurant, one he had called weeks in advance to secure the best table.

Except when you arrived, a flustered hostess greeted you with an apologetic bow.

“We’re so sorry, but there was a mix-up in the reservations, and we’re currently at full capacity.”

Tenya stiffened. “Impossible! I confirmed my reservation three times!”

“I—I know, sir! But unfortunately, the system—”

Before she could finish, you placed a hand on Tenya’s arm, soothing him instantly. “It’s okay, we can go somewhere else,” you reassured him.

Tenya inhaled sharply, composing himself before turning to you. “I refuse to let this minor inconvenience ruin our evening. Allow me to activate Plan B!”

You bit back a smile. “Plan B?”

“Yes! I anticipated the possibility of restaurant complications and have prepared an alternate location!” He straightened proudly, adjusting his tie. “Come, my love, we shall proceed to the next venue!”

Your heart melted a little at the title—he rarely called you that out loud.

Plan B turned out to be a charming little café with a rooftop garden. Though it wasn’t his original plan, the cozy atmosphere and twinkling fairy lights made it feel even more special.

As you sat across from him, sipping your drinks, he exhaled in relief. “I apologize for the mishap earlier. I wanted today to be flawless.”

You reached over, taking his hand. “It already is, Tenya. Because it’s with you.”

The redness that spread across his face was immediate.

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After dinner, Tenya’s itinerary included a peaceful evening walk, but the universe seemed determined to test him once more.

It started raining.

Not just a light drizzle—a downpour.

Tenya groaned, gripping his umbrella tightly. “This was not in the forecast!”

You couldn’t help it—you laughed, absolutely delighted by the turn of events. “Maybe we should just go with the flow, Tenya.”

“But—but our plans—”

You reached up, cupping his face gently. “We don’t need plans. As long as we’re together, that’s enough.”

His blue eyes searched yours, the tension in his shoulders slowly melting. “You’re right,” he murmured, covering your hands with his own.

Then, in a rare moment of spontaneity, he tugged you close and pressed a firm, passionate kiss to your lips.

The rain poured around you, but neither of you cared.

Because in that moment, the only thing that mattered was each other.

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Hello! I love all of your writing so much so I thought I’d come over here and request something ☺️ Could I request a thanos x reader where the reader is part of their group and gets separated during mingle? Thanos, who’s absolutely head over heels for the reader thinks he saw her get eliminated when the doors closed and is crashing out about it, but turns out it wasn’t her and she’s fine. Cue the reunion and maybe he clings to her for the rest of the day too haha

Young as I want to know, I will never let you go

Paring: Choi Su-bong (Thanos) x reader

Summary: Thanos thinks the world of you and can hardly fathom when his world is destroyed. Okay, maybe he's being a bit dramatic.

Warnings: kinda angst? idk he's just melodramatic, hehe

A/n: Help this is such an old req I'm so sorry guys ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

~🍡🍡

"Four"

The cheerful voice rings in the ears of every excuse of a person on this stupid bright spinning platform.

I guess it's not spinning anymore. The lights change and flicker as people scramble everywhere, the panic in the room thick like a fog of anxiety. The round hasn't even ended, and there's somebody screaming. You whip your head to the boy next to you, Thanos. You never thought you'd trust him like you did, but I guess we learn something new every day, right?

You have to get out of your head. There's 5 of you in the group you find yourself in, and 20 seconds left. Thanos grabs your arm firmly but carefully and discusses with Nam-gyu about who to choose. You're glad to be one of his no-brainer choices, even if you send a look of sympathy to the people who aren't.

Suddenly, you're running. Thanos is ahead of you, pulling you quickly behind him as he runs to a blue door. You try to keep up, but your feet soon lose their grip, and you tumble to the floor. Your wrist is broken free from his grasp just as he reaches the door, and you see him turn to look behind him, his face full of what looks like concern, maybe fear, but his face is soon blocked from your view as somebody pushes Thanos into the room and closes the door.

You finally shake the fog in your brain and stand up. You're not going to die like this. In this pathetic game, surrounded by pathetic people. You scan the room, searching for some trio that seems desperate enough. It doesn't take you long before you lock eyes with a short girl. She's with 2 other boys, and as you sprint to her, she shakes the shoulders of the men next to her, beckoning towards you. As you reach them, they pull you into a room just as you hear a faint click and a ringing noise. That might just be your ears, actually. You're too exhausted to tell, though. You huff a sigh of relief and drag your back down the wall as you sit on the floor, eyes shut tight.

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Thanos didn't even realise it had happened until it was too late. He was grounding himself with your soft skin, holding you like he needed you to live. He would say he did, if you asked. He hears the thump of your hands on the blood-stained floor and turns to grab you again. He calls your name, but you don't seem to hear him, even though you're looking straight at him.

He doesn't think twice about running back to grab you, but he's caught off guard when a man shoves him back into the bright blue room, shutting the door behind him and blocking it. The man turns and faces the people in the room, deadpanned.

Everyone else knows what's happening, and they wait for Thanos to snap, calling the man an idiot or shoving past him. Instead, Thanos just scoffs at him.

"Move." He says, glancing at Nam-gyu and back to him. The guy is clearly scared, but he doesn't move. "Are you deaf? I said move!" He raises his voice, stepping towards him and grabbing his shirt.

"You won't make it back." The man whispers, shaking. "You're lucky I helped." And that?

Well that was the wrong thing to say.

Thanos looks rageful. His eye twitches, and he throws the man out of the way, launching him into the side of the small room with a gasp. He grabs the door and swings it open, except it doesn't open. He hears the chiming of a bell and his eyes widen with realization.

He looks through the slit in the door, and his eyes land on you. You're still on the floor, dancing away from him. He screams your name, but again, you don't hear him. He shouts again, anyway. The guard aims his gun to your abdomen, and he turns back to the inside of the room before he hears the loud bang.

His eyes go to Nam-gyu, who looks as shocked as he does calm. His body language is almost encouraging Thanos to snap the guy's neck and Thanos feels too many things right now to think otherwise. He presses him against the wall and starts yelling at him again. He doesn't even know what he's saying at this point, but apparently, the guy in front of him does. He's shaking and agreeing with him. Thanos lands a punch square to his jaw, and another to his gut.

"I should kill you. It would make us even, right?" He growls at the man, winding his fist back again.

"What if the next number is more than 3? You need me." He says, his voice betraying his confident words.

"We'll just find another piece of trash like you. Who will tell the difference?" He says, landing another punch before throwing him to the ground.

"Game over." The overhead speakers say, unlocking the door as Thanos flings it open, your body long gone.

He doesn't say anything to anybody. Everyone can tell he's upset, and most people can also tell why when they don't see the girl, who seemed to see the other side of Thanos, walking next to him.

Thanos can't even think. He doesn't know what to do with himself. He'd never cared for someone like he did you. He feels so stupid, so empty, and so alone. He feels the absence of you like a tidal wave, and he's drowning in it.

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He trudges back into the main room, lost in his thoughts before he feels a tap on his back.

He sighs and turns around, expecting to see someone he's going to curse out, but it's you.

You.

You smile at him softly, whispering a "hi" as he stares at you. His expression is hard to read, and all he's doing is looking at you. Then, once he's conscious again, you feel his hands snake around your waist gently, and he pulls you towards him. You let out a small gasp, not expecting the gentle affection, but you wrap your arms around him as he rests his head onto your shoulder, face in your neck.

You stay like that for a while, just in eachothers warmth. Eventually, he pulls away. Not far, though. He holds your face with his hand, and he looks at you. He looks at your eyes and your face and your lips, committing everything to his memory.

"I thought you were dead." He whispers, closing his eyes and resting his forehead against yours. You close your eyes in return and sigh, comfortable in his arms.

"Me too," you smile, grabbing his hand that's on your face and resting yours on top, "but I'm not."

Eventually, you two separate, but not for long.

You stand in line for dinner, not expecting much from these walking glowsticks, and you feel familiar hands snake around your waist behind you.

"Hello again." You smile, laughing more when he hums into your neck. You step forward in line, and he awkwardly shuffles behind you. You chuckle again. "Am I going to have to deal with this all day, now?" You tease, looking to your side as you step forward again.

All you can get from him is a muffled "Mhm," but that's enough for you to smile and put your arms over his.

IM BACK!! I think? Idk don't bring it up, or I'll disappear again, hehe 😶‍🌫️

going through my requests and they should re-open soon~~

~🍡🍡

#mocchii writes #squid game #squid game x reader #thanos x reader #squid games x reader #choi su bong x reader #thanos x you #thanos fluff #squid game thanos #squid games x you #choi su bong x you #choi su bong

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simaddix · 1 day ago

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Opening TS3 Medieval Market

Hello, my lovelies! Today I would like to talk about an opportunity for our beloved medieval (and historic) TS3 community!

Interested? Well, I guess let’s get into it and see how far it goes.

Why Discord, rather than a Tumblr Community or a personal page?

That’s a great question – and one that might be better explored as time goes on. However, here are a few perks that I’ve noticed.

1: A discord server as a download market presents an ideal solution by combining accessibility, organization, and engagement.

2: Organization – less scattered forums/websites. Discord allows structured categories and channels to keep content well-organized. We have the option to create additional channels or categories to keep content separated – so there’s less confusion when people stop using a tag, or add a new one that other’s aren’t tracking. There are also transferable roles assigned by moderators, so if someone wants to leave – there is no data lost, and the server stays active as usual.

3: Direct downloads – requiring no additional host/server. If you’re a part of the creator discord pages, then you’ll notice there is a hoard of available downloads that bypass the need to go to an alternate download site. Creators can upload their content directly into the appropriate category.

4: Discord servers have little to no spam bots (that I’ve noticed, anyway), and if there are issues, it’s relatively easy to remove those pests and keep the community protected.

5: By centralizing downloads in a dedicated server, creators can upload their content, receive immediate feedback, and build faster relationships with their community, and followers can immediately engage, comment, or download. Discord mimics Tumblr in that it allows for real-time interactions, sneak peeks, polls, events and more.

Here's what I've established so far inside the server:

A welcome channel established for people to drop into the server, and members to say hello!

More channels to host discussions, show off real life/other games/hobbies/etc. And of course, everything TS3 - because we like seeing people play!

All the "Market" tabs you could want! (And if it's not there, we'll add it to the list - free of charge lol)

The "Cargo" section mimics the creator discords a bit in that it allows you to ask WCIFs, make CC requests, trade and barter another member/creator for CC (I.E - swap CAS for BUILD/BUY items, etc), start collab projects, and more.

I highly recommend also keeping up to date with the other creator discords, there's already so much activity there!

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Is the market meant to replace Tumblr pages, other creator discords, or personal pages?

Absolutely not! As we all know, there are many Tumblr pages/websites/servers dedicated to the TS3 community at large. Ts3 has thrived for so long partly because it has such a dedicated modding community, and hosts player-made content. However, distributing and protecting all of the content effectively while also fostering a sense of community is challenging. There has been a massive amount of effort put into the community through wonderful pages such as @katsujiiccfinds and @pis3update, (as well as all the other CC pages out there), I am personally a member of two creator discords that have been essential to me as I’ve learned to create, and now tumblr is exploring the new community options. However, the fallback of this is that hosts get burnt out, stop creating themselves, or abandon pages/websites all the time. There are many of these “ghosts” haunting Tumblr as we speak – though we all love a good comeback story, so to those who have returned, or will return, we all welcome you back with wide open arms! Right? Right! Huzzah! The point is, this discord is not meant to replace any of these options, but it might help us find a centralized location.

Modern/electrical CC will be booed – but possibly tolerated lol

This Discord is being opened as of right now – so don’t be surprised if you pop in and there’s no CC yet. These things take time – Rome wasn’t built in a day.

You will need a Discord account to follow the invite!

Paid only content will not be allowed on this discord. If you would like to upload paid content - you can always start free servers on Discord! When your content is free - absolutely feel free to add it to the market!

See you there! (Please let me know if there are any link issues!)

Personal Letter of Invitation: https://discord.gg/e6skNu9t

#ts3 #ts3cc #s3cc #ts3medieval #ts3goestodiscord #ts3community #ts3medievalmarket

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harrys-only-angel333 · 16 hours ago

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HEHE I LOVE ANSWERING QUESTIONS ABT MY DR LEMME DO THIS NOWWW

1. My first DR was a Harry Potter DR (like most ppl’s was I think) and currently my main DR is my One Direction DR. I made this switch cuz I feel way more connected to my 1D DR than I ever felt towards my Hogwarts DR. It’s funny cuz I had been shifting to Hogwarts for over a year before I made the switch and within a month, I was way more connected to my 1D one so I’m glad I made the switch

2. As in my DR self name? My full name in my DR is Chloe Lilian Adams. That’s my name cuz my first and middle names are the same in both my CR and DR, but I HATE my CR last name so I changed it. I love Wednesday Addams (grew up watching the films) so I think that’s where I got the last name from

3. The house I originally live in is the same as my CR house (but w some slight changes so I’ll know if I’m in my DR or not) but I end up moving into this huge house w my bandmates around like 2012/13. I don’t have any pics of it w me rn but my favourite room in it is this tiny room dedicated for reading that I designed myself. It’s like this little reading nook and it’s so cute

4. There’s probably a lot of edits of me in my DR but idk how to describe them lmfao. The fandom is CRAZY in my DR (crazy in a good way) but they’re all rlly nice. If you have ANY idea what the 1D fandom is like (especially in their prime) …that’s what I have to deal w in my DR. I love them tho

5. My outfit of the day would probs be just some jeans, a t-shirt (that probs belongs to my bf) and a hoodie (that also probs belongs to my bf). Just cuz it’s comfy. It’s what I wear here too sooooo it’s easier to connect w my DR self

6. In my free time I hang out w my bandmates and we just visit random areas. It depends where we are. Like for example, if we’re in London, we’d mess around in the streets and visit the monuments or whatever

7. I don’t rlly know abt niche, but I only have one DR now (I’m permashifting to it) and it’s obvs my 1D one so can I just say that???

8. There are soooo many ways I could describe my DR but if it had to be one it’d be ‘one dream, one band, one direction’ CUZ that’s kinda their like ‘motto’ ig so I’ll go w that one. Also cuz I’m not creative at all and I can’t think rn haha

9. I script on notion, and again, I deleted all my other DR scripts because I hyperfix on one DR (and yk what that one is by now ig). My fave script is my main DR one cuz I’ve spent the most time on it and it looks rlly nice :)

10. My friend group is my bandmates, so that’s easy. The group was made cuz we were put together on the X Factor cuz some judges thought we’d be good together lmfao

11. My family is the same in both my CR and my DR so I don’t think I rlly need to say anything here. I tried to keep my DR as close to my CR as possible so I can connect w it easily - and also so it’s realistic for me ig

12. My fave scenario (I didn’t script it, it’s crucial to happen for my DR to have its point) is the one where I meet my bandmates/bf cuz that leads to all the fun stuff I’m excited to experience in my DR (like touring and performing). I’m also rlly excited to do the San Siro concert cuz that was our ‘we made it’ moment imo and I can’t wait to experience it. Like everytime I watch it I’m like ‘holy shit I’m gonna be up there’

13. Justin Bieber cuz that fucker was rlly creepy w me at one point and I’m like ‘ummmm hell nah’

14. I have millions of followers in my DR. I’m mostly active on Twitter and Tumblr. On Twitter I post abt stuff to do w my career and tours, w the occasional unprofessional tweet. My Tumblr is the complete opposite. It’s VERY unprofessional (but not in a bad way) I just interact w my fans and be my real self and it’s rlly fun

ᓚᘏᗢ﹐𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞. ⁞ ˎˊ˗

shifting ask game reblog for asks ↻ ‧₊˚.

i’m bored so here’s another ask game, i’ll try to ask to everyone who reblogs, as long as tumblr isn't too glitchy, but feel free to send asks to others

— 💡 : what was your first dr and what is currently your main dr? How and why have you made this switch?

— 🏷 : what is your name for your dr and why is that your name?

— 👜 : what’s your house look like? Do you have any roommates or people who live with you? What’s your favorite aspect of your house and why?

— 🎞 : what edits of you would there be in your dr? what is your fandom like?

— 🩰 : what is your OOTD (outfit of the day) for a dr and why?

— 🏛️ : what do you do in your free time? Who are you with? Where do you go?

— 🗝 : what is your most niche dr and why did you make it?

— 📜 : summarize your dr in a sentence

— 🧳 : what is your favorite way to script and share your favorite dr script

— ♟ : who’s in your friend group and how did you make this friend group?

— 🕰 : what’s your family like? Who’s your favorite person and what are your relationships with your different members?

— 🎻 : what is a fun scenario you have scripted and you excited for? (be detailed! :)

— 💼 : who is someone you don’t get a long with in your dr? Why?

— 🍨 : what are your socials like in your dr? Followers? Username? What do you post?

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weekendlusting · 3 days ago

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A TALE OF FAME

pairing ꪆৎ charles leclerc x ahaana patel ᥫ᭡. f1 driver x bollywood actress au

chapter ꪆৎ 5

summary ꪆৎ she's everything, and he just drives.

note ꪆৎ no hate to any characters used in the story, none of what i write reflects on how they actually are. all my love, happy reading.

The morning after the storm was oddly serene, as if the universe was trying to compensate for the chaos of the previous night. The streets of Monaco glistened with the remnants of rain, and the salty scent of the sea mixed with the crisp morning air. The sky was a soft, pale blue, clouds lazily drifting by, oblivious to the storm they had thrown at Charles and Ahaana only hours before.

Inside Charles’s apartment, the atmosphere was far from peaceful.

Ahaana groaned as she turned onto her side, the oversized shirt she had borrowed from Charles tangling around her legs. Her hair was an absolute mess, strands sticking up in ways that defied physics. As she stretched, her foot hit something solid.

"Ow!" Charles’s voice grumbled from the floor beside her.

Her eyes flew open. "Why the hell are you on the floor?"

Charles lifted his head, looking thoroughly disgruntled. "Because someone stole the entire bed," he muttered, rubbing his side.

Ahaana blinked and sat up, glancing at the bed—a king-size, might she add—where she was sprawled diagonally, using up every inch of available space. She cleared her throat. "I don’t remember that happening."

"Oh, you wouldn’t," Charles deadpanned, rolling his eyes. "You were too busy starfishing and kicking me in your sleep."

She bit her lip, suppressing a smile. "I do not starf—"

"You do," he cut in, stretching his arms above his head. "I have the bruises to prove it."

Ahaana rolled her eyes, throwing a pillow at his face. "Well this is your fault for not having a guest bedroom. What were you thinking?"

He caught the pillow with ease, smirking. "Keeps the women closer, you know."

She rolled her eyes. "I'm not ready for this so early." Ahaana huffed and dramatically threw herself back onto the bed, arms spread wide. "Well, whatever. It’s morning now. Crisis averted. We survived."

"Barely," Charles muttered under his breath, earning another pillow thrown his way.

By the time they were both up and moving, the awkwardness of the previous night’s almost-kiss had settled into something unspoken but still lingering between them, like an unfinished conversation waiting for the right moment to resume.

Ahaana busied herself in the kitchen, making coffee as Charles scrolled through his phone. The scent of fresh espresso filled the apartment, making the place feel warmer than it actually was. The whole routine felt strangely domestic and mundane.

"You’re awfully quiet," Charles noted, setting his phone down and watching her. "Plotting world domination?"

She shot him a look. "Just thinking."

"Dangerous," he murmured, taking a seat at the counter. "Shut up," she said, rolling her eyes but unable to suppress a small smile. She handed him a cup of coffee and leaned against the counter, sipping her own. "So… last night was—"

"Eventful?" Charles supplied.

"I was going to say weird, but sure, let’s go with eventful."

He smirked. "We almost kissed." Ahaana choked on her coffee. "Charles!"

"What? Am I not supposed to mention it?"

"No!"

"Too bad," he said with a shrug, his smirk widening. "It was a moment. A near, very charged, very dramatic moment." She groaned, rubbing her temples. "I hate you."

"No, you don’t." She sighed. "Unfortunately, you might be right."

Charles chuckled, leaning closer. "So, are we going to pretend it didn’t happen, or are we acknowledging it?" Ahaana pursed her lips, considering. "I vote for the mature, adult thing where we pretend it never happened and move on."

Charles made a face. "Boring." She smacked his arm. "Fine. What do you want to do?" He pretended to think. "We could analyze every second of it and make things sufficiently awkward."

She shot him a glare. "Charles."

"Or… we could do neither and just accept that there’s something happening here."

Her stomach did a little flip, but she forced herself to keep a straight face. "I don’t know what you’re talking about."

He tilted his head, giving her a knowing look. "Sure you don’t." Ahaana sighed, setting her cup down. "You’re impossible."

"And you like it," he teased, taking a sip of his coffee. "Now, are we getting breakfast, or are we going to keep avoiding the obvious?"

She groaned. "Fine. Breakfast. Let’s go."

"Great choice. And just so you know, I’m not done with this conversation."

Ahaana pointed a finger at him as they grabbed their jackets. "If you don’t shut up, I’m shoving you into traffic."

Charles laughed. "So much hostility first thing in the morning. I’m honored."

She rolled her eyes, but she couldn’t fight the smile tugging at her lips. Whatever this was between them—it wasn’t over. Not by a long shot.

The streets of Monaco were still damp from the storm, but the sun was beginning to warm them, glinting off the wet pavement like scattered diamonds. Ahaana and Charles walked side by side, a comfortable but charged silence stretching between them.

"Where exactly are we going?" Ahaana asked, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear as she matched his pace.

"Somewhere that serves food," Charles replied easily, shoving his hands into the pockets of his hoodie.

Charles led them to a small café tucked into a quiet street corner. It was one of those places that looked effortlessly charming—warm wooden interiors, tiny round tables, the kind of place where people wrote poetry about their heartbreak over croissants.

He leaned in slightly. "I come here a lot. They have the best pain au chocolat in all of Monaco."

She rolled her eyes. "That’s for me to decide, Ferrari.”

Charles chuckled, “Prepare to be amazed”, as they grabbed a table by the window.

The café was buzzing with soft chatter, the smell of fresh coffee weaving through the air. Ahaana shrugged off her jacket, settling into her seat as Charles waved over a waitress.

"Bonjour, Charles," the waitress greeted with an easy familiarity before glancing at Ahaana with a polite smile.

Ahaana raised an eyebrow at him. He did come here a lot it seemed.

The waitress took their orders—Charles, predictably, ordered a pain au chocolat and an espresso, while Ahaana opted for another pain au chocolat and a cappuccino.

"So," Charles started once the waitress walked away, drumming his fingers against the wooden table. "Are we acknowledging the obvious today, or is it another day of blissful denial?"

Ahaana sighed heavily. "Charles."

"What?" His tone was infuriatingly casual. "I just think it’s interesting that you seem so intent on avoiding—"

"I am not avoiding anything," she cut in, folding her arms. "I just think that some things don’t need to be dissected to death."

He tilted his head, studying her. "I agree. But that doesn’t mean they don’t exist."

Ahaana busied herself by adjusting the sugar packet in front of her. "Okay, philosopher. What exactly do you want me to say?"

Charles leaned back, that irritatingly knowing smirk playing at his lips. "I don’t know. Maybe something like—‘Charles, you are the most devastatingly handsome man I’ve ever met, and I am helplessly drawn to you.’"

She deadpanned. "I’m going to throw my croissant at you when it comes."

"Bold of you to assume I won’t catch it midair and eat it."

Their food arrived, and the moment evaporated as quickly as it had come. Charles grinned, immediately reaching for his pastry. "Ah, the true love of my life."

The moment Charles took his first bite of the pain au chocolat, his eyes fluttered shut like he was experiencing something spiritual.

Ahaana watched, unimpressed. "You look like you're having an out-of-body experience. Should I leave you two alone?"

Charles opened one eye. "Jealousy is not a good look on you."

She scoffed. "Of what? A pastry?"

"A perfect pastry." He took another exaggerated bite. "Flaky, buttery, perfection incarnate. Unlike some people I know."

Ahaana picked up her', narrowed her eyes, and took a bite just as exaggerated as his, chewing deliberately.

"Life-changing?" Charles smirked.

She wiped her lips with a napkin. "You can’t tell after just one bite."

Charles leaned back, laughing. "Such ego. Are all bollywood people like this?"

Ahaana smirked back at him,"I'm not a guide, you should come and see for yourself?"

The bell above the cafe door jingled, and a familiar voice rang through the air. "Look who it is! Monaco's very own lovebirds."

Ahaana turned in time to see Lando Norris striding toward them, grinning like he had just caught them committing a crime. Max Verstappen and Kelly Piquet followed, Kelly rolling her eyes at Lando’s dramatics while Max just looked amused.

Charles groaned. "Oh, fantastic. I was hoping for some unsolicited commentary this morning."

Lando plopped into the seat beside Charles without an invitation. "And here I am, delivering."

Max slid into the seat next to Ahaana, giving her a kiss on the cheek. "Morning, Ahaana. How was your night?"

Ahaana threw a pointed look at Charles. “What did you say?”

Charles acted completely obvious and hid his face behind his croissant. “The groupchat needs updates, you know.”

“Ugh” Ahaana shook her head. “They aren’t going to forget about this for a while now you know that.”

Lando snorted. "The candles, Charles? Very romantic, mate. I can see why Ahaana is smitten." Ahaana nearly choked on her coffee. "I’m what now?"

"Smitten." Lando wiggled his eyebrows. "You know, falling hopelessly in love, unable to resist his charm—"

Charles leaned forward. "Lando, if you want to keep your front teeth, I’d recommend shutting up."

Lando pretended to consider. "Mmm…nah."

Their food arrived, and the conversation shifted as they ate, though the teasing never truly stopped. Lando nudged Charles at one point. "So, when’s the wedding?"

Charles shot him a glare. "Do you have a death wish?"

"Oh, constantly," Lando replied with a grin. Kelly rolled her eyes. "Lando, must you?"

"Must I? Absolutely. It’s my duty as an agent of chaos." Max shook his head. "I regret sitting here."

"No, you don’t," Lando countered. "This is the highlight of your morning."

Ahaana rubbed her temples. "You are all exhausting."

Ahaana fought the smile threatening to break through. Whatever this was between them—whatever name it had or didn’t have—it wasn’t going anywhere. And, as infuriating as Charles was, she wasn’t entirely sure she wanted it to.

Ahaana’s phone buzzed on the table, the screen lighting up with a name she wasn’t expecting to see for another two weeks. She frowned, picking it up. "It’s Karan."

"Hey, what’s up?"

On the other end, Karan Johar’s voice was rushed, urgent. "Change of plans. The schedule’s been moved up. You need to fly out for the Jigra shoot in three days."

Ahaana blinked. "Three days? But I was supposed to have two more weeks!"

"I know, but there were some production changes. Vedang has also been informed. We need you here ASAP. We can’t start without you. Something about permission with the set location."

She ran a hand through her hair, glancing at Charles, who had straightened up in his seat, his expression unreadable. "Okay, okay," she exhaled. "Send me the details. I’ll book my flight."

"Already done," Karan said. "Check your email. See you soon."

The call ended, and Ahaana let her phone drop onto the table with a thud. "Well. That happened."

Charles’s jaw was tight. "You’re leaving." She sighed, rubbing her temples. "Yeah. In three days."

Charles didn’t say anything.

Not at first.

He just stood there, slight discomfort thrumming under his skin like an overworked engine, his hands shoved so deep into his pockets they might as well have been glued there. His jaw was locked, shoulders rigid, the weight of unspoken words pressing down on him.

He didn’t understand why he was so—affected. Why his chest felt too tight. Why was his head buzzing with thoughts he didn’t want to have.

He barely even knew her.

That was the thing. That was the logical part of his brain screaming at him to get a grip, to stop acting like a lovesick idiot because this wasn’t supposed to matter this much.

Ahaana was just… Ahaana.

Sharp-tongued, impossible, breathtakingly frustrating.

And in three days, she would be gone.

He just clenched his jaw and breathed through the ache of something he didn’t want to acknowledge.

She was leaving. And it shouldn’t matter. It shouldn’t.

But somehow, it did.

Everyone went on with their days after their impromptu brunch session, Ahaana even bid him goodbye with a slight peck on the cheek, walking away with her phone to her year to work out the semantics of her new movie.

After that, Charles had spent the past another day and a half avoiding anything that even remotely reminded him of Ahaana.

Not that it had helped.

He had tried to keep himself busy—early morning workouts, meetings, going over race strategies, mindless drives through the city—but it was there. That feeling, lingering in the back of his mind, like an annoying hum he couldn’t shut off.

She was leaving. Tomorrow.

And the worst part? She didn’t even seem bothered by it.

He had seen her the night before, briefly. A group dinner with their usual circle, where Ahaana had been her usual, sharp-witted self, laughing and arguing with Lando, making Kelly roll her eyes, stealing bites of Max’s food without asking.

She looked fine.

Meanwhile, Charles had barely been able to focus on the conversation around him.

Every time he had glanced in her direction, there it was again—that stupid, irrational tightness in his chest. That frustration that had been eating at him since she first said those words: I have to leave in three days instead of seventeen.

Why was this bothering him so much?

Why couldn’t he just shake it off?

Why did it feel like something was ending when there hadn’t even been anything to begin with?

He ran a hand down his face, exhaling sharply as he sat alone in his dimly lit hotel room. The city outside was alive, the distant hum of traffic filtering through the windows, but inside, it was just quiet. The kind of quiet that made his thoughts louder than they should be.

Charles hated it. He hated this feeling. And he hated that no matter how much he tried to push it away, it wasn’t leaving. Charles had never been good at ignoring things forever.

That was why, when he saw Ahaana again—just hours before her flight—he felt something snap. He reached out to her and texted her about wanting to her, she quickly sent him a pin of her location.

She was sitting at a small café, her laptop open, fingers typing away at something. She hadn’t noticed him yet, completely absorbed in whatever she was working on. The warm glow of the streetlights made her look softer somehow, more at peace than she had in the past few days.

Charles took a second to think about what he was gonna say and before he could stop himself, he walked over.

Ahaana looked up at the sound of footsteps, blinking in mild surprise when she saw him. “Charles, Hey.” He didn’t respond right away. Just pulled out the chair across from her and sat down, drumming his fingers against the table.

She frowned. “You okay?”

No.

But he just shrugged. “You leave tomorrow.” She tilted her head. “Yeah. We covered this already.”

There it was again. That casualness. That ease. Like this was just another goodbye, another trip, another moment that didn’t mean anything.

“Are you coming back?” he asked, voice quieter than he intended.

Ahaana blinked at him. “To Monaco?”

He nodded, jaw tight.

She leaned back in her chair, considering. “Not anytime soon.”

His stomach twisted. He stared at her, trying to figure out why the hell that answer bothered him so much. Maybe because she said it so easily. Like she hadn’t even thought about it. Like it wasn’t even important.

“Right,” he said, forcing a nod. “Makes sense.”

Ahaana gave him a curious look. “Why do you look like you’re about to punch something?” Charles let out a short, humorless laugh. “I don’t know.”

She raised an eyebrow. “You don’t know?”

“Nope.” A beat of silence. Then—

“Charles, are you mad that I’m leaving?”

It was a simple question.

But it wrecked him.

Because was he?

Was that what this was?

He didn’t know. Or maybe he did, and he just didn’t want to say it out loud. Instead, he leaned forward, resting his forearms on the table. His voice was low when he finally spoke.

“I don’t like this.”

Ahaana frowned. “Don’t like what?”

“You leaving.”

There. He said it.

And for the first time in days, he finally let himself admit that this—her—was something he wasn’t ready to let go of just yet.

Ahaan took a breath, and paused as if thinking about what to say to him. "Okay." She sighed. "Charles, Look, I can’t do this. Not right now.”

Instead of answering, he turned on his heel and started walking, his hands clenched into fists in his pockets. He heard Ahaana scoff behind him, muttering something under her breath before her footsteps echoed his own.

The café door jingled shut behind them, the warmth of the space left behind as they stepped back onto the cool Monaco streets. The morning sun had risen higher now, casting golden streaks over the wet pavement, but neither of them seemed to notice.

"So that’s it?" Ahaana finally snapped, falling into step beside him, Him having no idea where he was headed. "You’re just going to walk away and sulk because I have to leave for work? Why are you acting like this?"

Charles let out a slow breath through his nose, his jaw tight. "I’m not sulking."

She let out a humorless laugh. "Oh, really? Because it looks a lot like sulking."

He stopped abruptly, turning to face her. "I don’t know what you want me to say, Ahaana."

She crossed her arms, her eyes scanning his face. "I don’t want you to say anything. I just—" She hesitated, shifting on her feet, before shaking her head. "Forget it."

And just like that, she started walking again, faster this time, like she was trying to outrun whatever had settled between them.

Charles hesitated only a second before he cursed under his breath and followed.

He caught her wrist before she could slip too far ahead, his fingers wrapping gently around it—gentle, but firm enough to stop her. She turned, startled, her lips parting slightly in surprise, but she didn’t pull away.

And in that moment, he just realized his surroundings.

The quiet alleyway in Monaco felt like a forgotten passage, leading straight to the endless blue of the Mediterranean. The textured stone walls, shuttered windows, and wrought-iron balconies stood in silent observation of Charles and Ahaana's story unfolding, as if taking it all in. A single lantern hung delicately above, casting a warm glow, and the uneven cobblestone path sloped gently downward, guiding the way toward an open terrace, its red-tiled edge the last barrier before the sea.

The water glimmered under the soft evening light, stretching endlessly, merging with the sky in golden and blue hues. A faint breeze stirred the stillness, carrying the scent of salt and the distant murmur of waves.

There was a rare kind of solitude here. No voices, no hurried footsteps—just the lingering warmth of the day and the vast, open horizon ahead, and two people caught in a moment that neither of them saw coming.

Charles barely had time to pull her back, his breath still heavy from the moment before, before his eyes locked onto Ahaana’s. The air between them was charged, thick with tension that had been simmering beneath the surface all night. The soft golden glow of the streetlights illuminated her face, casting delicate shadows over her features, but all Charles could focus on was the way her lips were slightly parted, the way her chest rose and fell as if she, too, was struggling to steady herself.

Ahaana didn’t move at first. Neither did he.

For a brief second, the quiet hum of the city in the distance felt deafening, but here—on this deserted street, with the Mediterranean breeze curling around them—everything else ceased to exist. It was just them.

Then, as if something inside him snapped, Charles moved.

His hands gripped her waist, and in one swift motion, he backed her up against the stone wall, the uneven surface pressing against her spine as he crowded into her space. She gasped, her fingers reaching instinctively for his shoulders, her eyes wide with something between anticipation and challenge.

He didn’t give her time to think.

His mouth was on hers in an instant, claiming her in a kiss that was nothing short of desperate. There was no hesitation, no second-guessing—just pure, unfiltered hunger. His lips moved against hers with an intensity that left no room for doubt, his hands sliding up to cradle her face, thumbs brushing over her cheeks as he deepened the kiss.

Ahaana melted against him, her grip on his shirt tightening, her body arching slightly into his. He groaned into her mouth, swallowing the soft, breathy sounds she made as their tongues tangled, as he drank in every reaction she gave him.

It wasn’t slow. It wasn’t gentle.

It was fire—burning, consuming, a culmination of every glance, every lingering touch, every unspoken desire that had led them here.

His hands roamed down, skimming over the curve of her hips before gripping them tightly, pulling her flush against him. She gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders, and the sensation sent a shiver down his spine.

And then—his lips left hers, trailing lower, down along her jawline.

He could feel the way her breath hitched, the way she tipped her head back slightly, as if inviting him in. Charles didn’t hesitate. His lips found the delicate skin of her neck, and he pressed an open-mouthed kiss against the pulse point there, feeling it hammer wildly beneath his mouth.

Ahaana trembled in his arms.

He smirked against her skin before dragging his tongue over the spot, savoring the taste of her, the warmth of her. Then, with deliberate slowness, he nipped at the sensitive skin, just enough to make her gasp, to send a shudder rippling through her.

He felt her fingers tangle in his hair, her grip tightening as he continued his path downward. His lips traced along the curve of her neck, pressing slow, lingering kisses before he latched onto a spot just below her ear, sucking lightly.

Ahaana whimpered.

The sound sent something dark and possessive surging through him. He kissed her harder, his tongue flicking out to soothe the mark he’d just made before moving even lower. He was relentless, his lips and teeth exploring every inch of exposed skin, leaving a trail of heat in their wake. He wanted to wreck her, to make her feel exactly what she was doing to him.

“Charles,” she breathed, her voice unsteady, her hands sliding down his chest, gripping onto him like he was the only thing keeping her upright.

He pulled back just enough to meet her eyes, his forehead resting against hers, their breaths mingling in the cool night air. Her lips were swollen, her pupils blown wide with something he knew mirrored his own.

His fingers skimmed along her jaw, then trailed down to her throat, his thumb brushing over the spot he had just kissed. The way she looked at him—raw, open, completely undone—nearly made him lose the last shred of control he had.

Instead, he exhaled sharply, a smirk tugging at his lips as he whispered, “You have no idea what you do to me.”

Ahaana swallowed hard, her breath still uneven, and she looked up at him with something dangerously close to surrender.

And Charles?

He knew, without a doubt, that he wasn’t nearly done with her yet.

The silence between them was deafening now. Not the kind that was comfortable, the kind that made words unnecessary—but the kind that held unspoken truths, that pressed against Ahaana’s chest like an invisible weight.

She had to leave in five hours.

She hadn’t meant to let it get this far. The way Charles kissed her, touched her, looked at her—it had stripped her of all logic, all reason. But reality had a cruel way of creeping in when the moment ended, and now, standing in the dimly lit street, her lips still tingling from his, she felt the cold sting of it.

This wasn’t something she could allow herself to fall into. Not again.

Not after what happened last time.

She had been reckless before, trusting, letting herself believe in something that had felt just as electrifying, just as undeniable—until it had shattered, leaving her with nothing but scars that still ached when she thought about them. It had taken everything in her to piece herself back together, to rebuild the walls she swore she wouldn’t let anyone climb again.

And yet, Charles had scaled them effortlessly.

He was still leaning against the wall, his hands resting on his knees, his breathing uneven as if he was trying to steady himself. When he finally looked at her, she saw it—the flicker of something deeper in his green eyes. Not just desire, but something heavier. Something dangerous.

Something she couldn’t afford to chase.

“This…” She exhaled, shaking her head, even as every part of her wanted to take it back. “This isn’t a good idea.”

His jaw tensed, and for the first time since she had met him, she saw the slightest crack in that smooth, confident exterior. But it was gone in a blink, replaced by a small, almost indifferent nod. “I get it.”

She swallowed hard. “Charles—”

“No, I do,” he interrupted, pushing off the wall. He rolled his shoulders, forcing out a laugh that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “You have your reasons. And you’re leaving soon. It wouldn’t make sense.”

It was everything she had told herself. Everything she knew to be true. But hearing him say it back made her feel like the biggest liar in the world.

Because it did make sense.

Because for those few stolen moments, when he had kissed her like she was the only thing that mattered in the world, it had felt terrifyingly right.

Ahaana wrapped her arms around herself, forcing her voice to stay even. “I just—I can’t let myself go through that again.”

His expression faltered, just for a second, and she wondered if he had been burned before, too. If he understood what it was like to give yourself to something only for it to slip through your fingers.

Charles took a slow step toward her, not close enough to touch, but close enough that she could see the shadows of conflict playing across his face.

“I won’t fight you on this,” he murmured. “If you don’t want this, if you don’t want me, I won’t make it harder.”

But that was the problem.

She did want him. More than she should. More than she had let herself want anything in a long time.

And that was exactly why she had to walk away.

Ahaana took a step back, putting distance between them, and Charles nodded again, his hands flexing at his sides like he was holding himself back from reaching for her.

“Goodbye, Charles.”

He forced a smile, but his voice was quieter when he said, “Yeah. Take care, Ahaana.”

She turned before she could change her mind, before she could let the look in his eyes unravel the resolve she had barely managed to hold onto.

And as she walked away, every step felt like a battle between what she knew was right and what she knew would haunt her long after she was gone.

Because Charles Leclerc wasn’t the kind of man you kissed once and forgot.

And some things—some people—left a mark no matter how hard you tried to walk away.

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heyyy i kind of caught a lot of your job search related malaise through the past weeks and as someone very much in the same boat i just wanted to say hang in there… it fucking sucks. but uh it's more likely that there's work for you than not. and you'll find it. it might take a while but please don't give up. i refuse to believe that someone with your curiosity and talent isn't needed somewhere. i hope you don't mind me dropping this here but some things i keep reminding myself of to stay sane:

some dude bringing 1 out of 5 things asked for is applying to that job you're talking yourself out of. don't preselect for them and apply

there are so many smaller and medium sized businesses drowning in work who do not have their shit together enough to actively look for someone

hiring people is incredibly important and costly for a business so there are all of these intricate structures in place that feel impossible to navigate but it all comes down to people needing people

you only need it to work once. for now.

ask your friends for help

hr people are in fact human. even if they like to pretend otherwise. also i feel like you need some hyping up so here i go: i've been following you for so long and you just keep getting better and better. i am not in most of the fandoms you draw for (is it even accurate to call arthurania a fandom??) but like i love your drawings and i wouldn't miss them for anything. your fluid lines have captivated me, the intimacy you create in your scenes i could probably live off for a while and i love the sensuality that is so inherently part of what you draw. i am reeeeally jealous of the way you stylize things i think i'm channeling you more than i realized when i try to do the same. i also deeply admire the way you get so into things, i can FEEL the love through my SCREEN!!!

hope this message isn't too much and sending you a lot of good wishes :)

Thank you, I really appreciate it and I appreciate the time you spent typing this, but at this point I really need something more concrete than advice, since that's all I've been getting, and tried to follow, for months now;;

Thank you very much for the words of encouragement though! 🙇‍♀️

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(🍓) 218 | vernon x reader x seokmin

cw/tw: angst, based on the song the waiting room by phoebe bridgers wc: 1.5k

a/n: another angsty birthday celebration...don't come for me <33

tysm to ally @lovetaroandtaemin and haneul @chanranghaeys for beta reading <33

There was something irrevocably beautiful about the way Vernon and Seokmin stared at you. Your classmates would often call it the effect of the sun: the two boys were just planets, worshiping the ground you walked on, happy to orbit the sun.

When people called them ‘down bad’ and ‘simps,’ Seokmin would smile and take the title with pride, while Vernon quietly shook his head in the background, embarrassed but with no evidence to refute the name.

They were down bad and simps for you— even the most blind could tell, yet you seemed completely unaware of it all.

“Let’s just give up,.” Vernon mumbled, after the hundredth attempt of getting your attention. “She’s never going to like the both of us anyways.”

Seokmin was less easily dissuaded. “So, you’re just going to give up?”

“We tried your method all throughout high school.” Vernon recalled their elaborate plan, a plan that eighth grade Seokmin had deemed ‘fool proof’ and ‘ingenious.’

Seokmin and Vernon’s plan to get the girl:

Step 1: Sign up for theatre and band. (why? Because she’s in both clubs, duh.)

Step 2: Casually mention the fact that we watched Hamilton 5 times together (it’s her favourite musical)

Step 3: Offer to help her rehearse for her lines (and if we get a part together that’s even better)

Step 4: Ask her to hang out after clubs (and pray she says yes)

Step 5: Tell her you really, really like her.

“And it didn’t work, it only got us into the friend zone.”

Seokmin sighed because Vernon was right. “We can’t just give up, though.”

“We’re graduating university in two months, Seok.” Vernon spoke out the truth they had both been sitting on, too afraid to speak it into existence. They both knew they didn’t have enough luck to keep you here with them after graduation.

“She wants to see the world.” Vernon continued. “She wants to visit Paris and Greece, and to sing in the Amphitheatre, write stories from all four corners of the world. She isn’t going to stay.”

Seokmin hated it when Vernon was right. “Shut up.” He mumbled, finally setting down the bouquet of lilies he had been holding onto.

“Hey.” Vernon picked a single lily and held it up to the light. “It’s not like I want to be right, you know. I love her too.”

“Yeah. I know.”

Seokmin knew Vernon would eventually move on. His planet would enter some other orbit and start spinning happily for another sun. But Seokmin just wasn’t like that. When he loved, he loved with every piece of him: the past, the present, the future.

You would be both their first loves, but you’d be Seokmin’s last.

“I love you.” The words came tumbling out of his mouth before he could even register them.

“Vernon,” is all you said back. “We’ve been over this.”

“I know. I know.” Vernon knew the idea of the two of you was impossible, but he couldn’t help but be selfish. “But what if—”

You cut him off with a tiny shake of your head, pieces of your hair falling from where you’d clipped it. “The what-ifs will kill you, Nonnie.”

Vernon knew that too. “I hate it when you’re right.” He mumbles, gently removing the clip from your hair and watching as you shake it out.

“Me too.” Your lips pursed and Vernon fights the urge to kiss them. “But we can’t hurt Seok.”

Vernon wanted to scream, cry, and throw something. “We can’t hurt Seok.” He agreed, bitterness hidden deep beneath his tight smile.

“I love you too.” You said, squeezing his hand. “But—”

His chest clenched. “Yeah. I know.”

Sometimes, Vernon wished he had gotten to you first.

Seokmin knew it was for the better, as he watched you walk across the stage at graduation. You held your head up high as you accepted your diploma, a bright smile across your face. He knew you were already thinking about your flight tomorrow, a plane that would take you out of the town you hated so much.

He knew it was for the better, but it stung either way.

“I can’t believe our schooling is just over.” You yell into his ear, trying to be heard above all the loud cheers and conversations after the ceremony.

He shoots you a grin. “No more school sounds perfect to me.”

You laugh, and the bitter sting shoots further, deeper.

“I love you.”

“What?” You yell it over the deafening cries of celebrating students. “What did you say?”

“Nothing.” He yells back, throwing an arm around your shoulder, ignoring how the words had sounded so perfect being said towards you. Ignoring how a part of him had expected you to reply. I love you too.

He knew it was for the better. Your heart was set on brand new adventures that would leave him in the dust. Your dreams were too big, too grand for him—Seokmin had always known that. After all, goddesses were for admiring and not marriage.

He knew it was for the better.

“Don’t leave.”

Vernon’s eyes beg at yours as he clutches onto your hand, feet away from the airport doors. “I love you.”

“That doesn’t mean anything, and you know that.”

Vernon fucking hated it when you were right. The both of you could love each other a hundred times over and still not have it work out.

“I can’t stay.” You tell him, and a sense of deja vu washes over him. “And—”

“Seokmin.” He finishes your sentence.

“Yeah.”

“What if I said I didn’t care?” The words were brash and unthoughtful but he said them anyway.

You could always see through him like panes of glass. “You do care. He’s your best friend.”

“But I love you. I’ll be the best you’ve ever had if you’d just let me.”

He holds his breath when you pause at his words. Please.

“I want to leave, Vernon.” The blunt words crash heavily against his heart. “You want to stay, and I want to leave.”

“But you love me.”

“I—” You shoot him a look he cannot decipher and you begin to walk away. “I’ll text you when I land.”

But Vernon’s phone stays silent.

Four years pass until the next time you see Vernon and Seokmin. They look older now, more put together and confident in their own skin. Seokmin shoots you his signature smile and Vernon nods in your direction.

“Happy birthday.” You clink your glass gently against Vernon’s, ignoring how his eyes roamed across your face and your dress. “Thanks for inviting me.”

“Of course.” He opens his mouth to say more but Seokmin slides up from behind him.

“Y/N!” His eyes danced with mirth and the wobble in his step betrayed how tipsy he was. “You’re here!”

“Happy birthday, Minnie.”

Vernon watches as Seokmin loops his arm into yours, dragging you onto the dance floor and into the crowd. He leans against the side of the bar, swirling his drink and watching as it spirals in his cup.

He swears he’s doing his best, trying to think about you in a casual, friendship-like way, but Vernon can’t help but see you and immediately think about everything you could’ve had together. His mind spelt out I love you without any hesitation and it took everything in him to swallow the words back down.

Seokmin had once told him that he would get over her faster than he could. “You’ll find someone else,” Seokmin had said. “You’ll fall in love many times over but she’ll always be the only one for me.”

Vernon had believed him then, but he knew Seokmin was wrong now.

After all, he could wish all that he wanted and it wouldn’t bring you any closer to him.

So Vernon would invite you to all his birthday parties, if only as an excuse to keep you within arms reach.

Seokmin still remembers the day he first laid eyes on you. He could recall it like that one recurring dream.

“I’m Y/N.” You had yelled at him, over the loud speakers of the karaoke booth at him and Vernon’s 12th birthday party.

He had glanced down at your painted nails when the two of you shook hands, liking how the maroon red complimented your skin.

“I’m Seokmin. It’s nice to meet you.” He yelled back, laughing when Vernon’s voice cracked while singing in the background. “You should come sing with us!”

You glowed under the disco lights as he pulled you up on stage, handing you the second microphone and bumping up against Vernon.

The two of them watched you belt out a messy rendition of Lady Gaga’s Poker Face and Seokmin knew he was in love.

“I should go.” You peel yourself out of Seokmin’s arms on the sweaty dance floor. “Happy birthday. Tell Vernon I’m sorry I have to leave.”

Seokmin nods. He’s used to it by now. Sometimes he thinks he sees more of your back, walking away from him than he sees your face.

Seokmin watches you walk away, all the while repeating to himself that it’s all for the better.

Vernon watches Seokmin watch you walk away, a bitter storm raging in the pits of his stomach, yet he pushes it down in the name of ‘it’s all for the better.’

And you walk away, slowly, your steps deliberate, pretending like you don’t feel their eyes watching you leave. You know it’s for the better.

After all, who are you to wish for more?

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